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sugar-omi · 10 months

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Could I please request hc or a drabble about Cove as a new parent with a female MC? Thank you! ❤️

its your lucky day (aka you've asked smth ive been thinking abt for days LOL) bc ive written hc's and drabbles <333 although mostly messy hc's that are in no coherent order also I think I will come back n write more coherent n specific scenarios bc I have sm thoughts on cove through parenthood.... pls tysm for this ask I hope it's satisfactory bc i wrote in order of my thoughts LOL

tags : fluff, AFAB reader, after step 3/wedding dlc, "options" for 1 or 2 babes (if you hc triplets im praying for u🙏), no gender mention of the babe/s, birth surrogacy n adoption are up for imagination but pregnancy/surrogacy is most implied altho i think you could imagine adopting a baby before they're born bc ik some ppl do that

synopsis : how cove acts when you have your first kid & a bit on how he is raising them with you <3

many many candid shots of cove holding the baby

PLEASE tell me someone recorded near the end of the birth/when they brought you the babe

he's crying. no matter what he's crying his fuckin eyes out

if you're giving birth please either have him wait outside n come in to cut the cord at the end bc he might faint

if you do have him in the room he'll be on his best behavior. will try his best not to worry too much bc he knows it could stress you out

(I'm thinking abt this video I saw where the wife said her husband fainted n fell back into this rolly office chair n just rolled to the back of the room into the dark side (it was apparently a long room lollll))

if you're in for a long labor or it's pretty short he's more calm bc either it's over before he can freak out or it's so fuckin long he's over it LOL

he's more of a solid, physical support than anything else because he's not too good with words but also he dosn't want you to feel pressured, annoyed, or smth with constant "you got this!" "its okay!" as you're pushing out a whole human, its not a simple task

[video 1]

COVE: so little... COVE: (looks at his mom/dad) are they supposed to be this small? (watery laugh)

is very scared to hold the babe, he's a big guy, with or without the muscles so he's always gentle with them even once they get bigger

definitely texts his dad during the pregnancy/surrogacy/adoption process "I hope i can be a good dad like you"

cliff getting a text from cove at 3am: "ty for raising me idk how you did it omg"

cliff is crying n flying over there immediately

!!!! if you need someone to help you adjust cliff is on the fuckin way!!! you can't even finish asking bc he's alrdy here, whatever you need guys!!!!

but if you want to be alone to bond w the babe or you hire a professional to help with the transition then he or your moms will come over and clean up, prepare food, and allows you to come home and not worry about getting things done.

dies if the kid has his hair color or eyes, like at first he just finds it crazy that he's a dad n that he has a lil spawn of his own

also lots of pictures of cliff playing w the babe/s

we all know cove can be lazy with his hair, but he doesn't want his kid going to school w crazy hair so he learns

at first it looks like a mess

n if you keep your hair short or can only do smth simple, its time to call your ma or lee for help LOL

imagine cove standing by your ma as she's showing him how to braid... so sweet

cove is tip-toeing through the house, trying to shake off his outside clothes quietly and when he walks back into the room after brushing his teeth he's greeted with the sweet sound of his baby's giggle

you are sound asleep.

you and the other babe are sound asleep.

he shushes the baby, easing himself into the bed. suddenly he thinks that spending all that money on this big bed was worth it, especially with the way his achy body sinks into it.

"cove?..."

he reaches over the babe/s. "sorry.. did I wake you?"

you hum, it's not a yes or a no, just a sleepy sound and he laughs at how out of it you are even though you're trying to fight it, stroking your face and carding his fingers through your hair.

"I love you.. thank you." he whispers. this moment is so delicate. he worries a bit that if he speaks too loud it'll be gone and he'll wake up in his teenage bedroom, staring at the bottom of his scratched up bunk bed.

"f'what?" you blink slowly.

"for everything..." he grins softly, thinking about that night

of your wedding, when you told him you wanted kids with him.

after the ORCA fundraiser dinner, when you asked him if he imagined having kids with you.

"we made it. that future we talked about..."

you smile softly, more awake now. "thanks for making it with me."

he laughs, muffins his face in the pillow and resting a hand on the baby, willing them not to wake. "how can you thank me for that?"

you grin, more sleepy than anything but still full of mischief.

"how can you thank me for getting me pregnant?" you giggle at your husband's flustered face.

"how can you thank me for being here like I promised years later?" you tease, bringing up night of the fundraiser.

cove flushes, burying his face in the babies hair instead of answering you.

he puts an arm around you, careful of the little one/s between you. "just go to bed..."

gb lady said cove is sahd material.....

omg he makes them lunch always, or he at least helps you make lunch because his cooking skills are a bit limited and they'd prbly have star shaped sandwiches and applesauce everyday

HE HAS A THING TO PUT THE BABE IN WHILE HE DOES HOUSE SHIT

your kids are definitely cuddles bc of him, he always picks em up, and if he doesn't have a carrier than he'll make a makeshift one out of a blanket.

omg imagine him and the kid/s at the dining table crying tryna figure out the homework

"its getting worse y/n!!!" "what the fuck is common core math?!" "babe call the teacher, something is missing here..."

if you're bad at math or smth too than you're all fucked n your kid/s AND COVE are facetiming his dad for a long distance tutoring lesson

he's reading them books every night

HE gets upset when it doesn't happen

"babe we gotta turn around, I only read them 5 books we're gonna be gone 6 nights."

FaceTime them every night you're away just the two of u

falls asleep w the kids in the weirdest positions

why is there a princess crown on his head and where did the face paint come from????

spoils the kid/kids. you're gonna go bankrupt please stop!!!

when your kid/s finally graduate n move out on their own, he thanks his dad for raising him and teaching him how to be the best dad.

also thanks you for just being amazing n reassuring him whenever he worried abt doing something wrong

if you have more than 1, he's a master by baby 2/3

COVE: (holding fresh baby, whispering) ....why is it so red

raising you kid/s w cove is tough at first, cove worries about doing some wrong or failing as a parent.

and he did eventually admit he was worried about raising his kid/s in a "broken" home. his parents did their best! and he loves them, but the split was hard for him and he doesn't want them to go through the same feelings.

every day is a new experience in your house to say the least

I imagine it's filled w lots of worry, love, and tears

COVE N HIS KID/S HAVE A CRY COUNT

(cove is losing somehow?! he's been out crybaby-ed)

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc

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tears0fsatan · 2 years

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✩﹏＜﹐🥛﹢﹒[closed] celebration event !?﹒⪩ ♥︎ ⪨

waaaah i never thought i'd reach this amount of followers in such a short period of time but i did... i'm so grateful man thank u sm :((( i kinda thought abt doing this after hitting 300 followers but things happened n it sorta slipped my mind but 350 is another milestone!!!

more info will be under the cut!

please keep in mind i only write gn&male reader n b4 requesting don't forget to read my rules!!!

✦ :: event rulez :¨·.·¨:

only up to three characters and three prompts per req!

unless u specify, i'll write gn!reader by default [though, again, it is up to u]

u can submit as many reqs as u want, there's no limit!

a prompt can be used more than once ;]]

please be clear what typa fic u'd like [eg. headcanons, oneshot, drabbles, etcetc++]

genderbent characters and fem characters are okay!

for smut ;; please add the dynamics!! examples: power bottom!mammon, sub top!diavolo, dom!eula

here's the prompt list .. it was difficult to choose only two for each out of the long ass list i've compiled but the next time i reach another milestone i'll add more!! :] pls take ur pick! <3

(´ ε ` ) prompt list . . . :P ♡ ?!

#& smut ;; i ✩ ii

#& fluff ;; iii ✩ iv

#& angst ;; v ✩ vi

incase u don't know what fandoms i write for ;;

obey me

genshin

twst [ONLY third years n no riddle]

aaaa i hope u guys enjoy this event with me!! pls don't be shy :] <3

there's more i'd like to add but i'm not sure i would be able to portray their character well heh, i'd add jjk but i only like toji LMFAO also no riddle bc i swear all the ppl who call themselves riddle simps are weird and sexualising him feels wrong to me idkidk

also !!! if anyone wants to be mutuals pls let me know!!! i lurk a lot but i'm too scared to follow back bc i don't know if ppl would be alright with it n i don't wanna do sumn wrong ㅠㅠ

#4D0N1S event #writing event #x reader #x male reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #twst #twst x reader #twst x male reader

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rkived · 4 years

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extra drabble #1: it’s no surprise that pediatricsurgeon!jungkook would forget his birthday, especially after a big surgery. no need to panic, generalsurgeon!reader is there to remind him.

or, in which jungkook has never been good at saying thanks. (hospitalplaylist!au)

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It’s exactly two in the morning when Jungkook steps outside the halls leading to the waiting room, finding the anxious family of the child he had finished performing a life-threatening surgery on, pacing back and forth in the waiting room for the last four hours.

As they notice his presence, the mother and father rush immediately towards him with hands placed together and pleading eyes begging to hear whatever news he’s there to deliver for them. They have a child alongside them, but he’s peacefully asleep on one of the chairs in the room, managing to get a good slumber despite the nervousness present in the atmosphere.

‘‘Dr, how was it? Did Junghoon m-make it?’’ The father quickly asks, his eyes are glossy with unshed tears. His questions are ones that the couple has had on their minds from the moment their son had been admitted into the O.R hours ago, Jungkook promising both of them earlier before that there was nothing to worry about.

Jungkook offers the anxious couple a warm smile, ‘‘No need to worry, the operation was a success,’’ at the breaking news, the couple exhales sighs of reliefs and the tears that had been held in are quickly released as they hold each other together. ‘‘Junghoon will be moved to I.C.U, we do this with all patients who recently had big surgeries such as him, this way we’ll be able to keep a closer eye on him in case anything develops, although I expect a healthy and quick recovery. He truly is a strong boy,’’ the doctor smiles at them, reassuring them as they nod enthusiastically.

The pair bowed towards him, making Jungkook’s eyebrows raise with surprise. He’ll never get used to this, the thanking part.

It’s his job to make sure every surgery he performs ends in success, that every kid he assesses in his consultation room is healthy and happy. Not only is it his job, but his passion to make the younger ones smile and the families are able to go home with comfort in their hearts knowing that their children had been under the right hands.

‘‘Thank you so much, Dr. My family is in debt to you forever,’’ the husband speaks, taking the lead seeing as his wife is choked in sobs to even muster a word towards him.

Jungkook shakes his head no, ‘‘Please, there’s no need for that. I did as promised, that’s it.’’ He humbly replies with a big grin, embarrassed by the praise received from the pair. He excuses himself from the sensitive situation, never good at dealing with people’s heavy emotions himself. They didn’t teach him this back at Med School.

The family thanks him several times before he manages to leave, all he’s able to offer them is a chuckle and a bow towards them, a grateful way of telling them thanks for trusting him.

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Jungkook has to fight sleep away from himself as he walks the empty and silent hallways that lead up to his office, debating in his head whether to take the risk of driving back to his place or calling it a night on the trusty couch inside the room he’s come to call his second home now.

All his friends are probably asleep on their respective homes by now, Jungkook had a terrible habit of staying in the hospital way past late. He chuckles to himself as he pictures you scolding him for still being there.

Much to his surprise, once he opens the door to his office, he finds you standing inside with a big smile on your face.

‘‘Happy birthday!’’

Jungkook blinks several times, his hand is still wrapped around the handle of his office’s door.

His eyelids, that were just a moment ago drooping tiredly, are wide open as he looks at you, holding a small cupcake on your hand.

Of course, he had forgotten about his birthday. It’s only fitting that you’re the one who remembers.

‘‘Quick, before the smoke alarm goes off!’’ You exclaim, bringing him back to reality after you rapidly light the candle standing proudly in the middle of the pastry you must’ve most likely gotten from the hospital’s cafeteria. ‘‘Jungkook!’’ You call him once again, noticing he hadn’t bothered to move from his frozen state.

He nods quickly, running towards your figure. His lips pucker up to blow the flame out, but you immediately move the cupcake away from him before he’s able to put the candle out. He furrows his brows in confusion.

‘‘Make a wish, it’s your last year in your twenties, so it better be good.’’ You remind him of the birthday tradition, bringing the pastry in front of him once again. He pouts as he thinks long and hard what is it that he wants, he wasn’t prepared for this at all.

He settles on a basic one. It’s quite corny, but he rather keep things simple than to wish for something that might disappoint him if he aims too high.

A year full of happiness alongside the people I love.

Jungkook’s blow is powerful enough to hit your face, successfully putting the candle’s flame away in the process. ‘‘Happy birthday, Kook!’’ You congratulate him with a smile on your face.

He feels his heart do a weird thing...a skip, maybe? He supposes the nickname might have something to do with, he hasn’t heard it in a while, especially from you. He ignores the fluttering inside his stomach, he’s never liked being the center of attention before let alone when you are the one forcing him into the spotlight.

‘‘Thanks,’’ he replies with a small smile, it makes you want to pinch his cheeks but you refrain because Jungkook doesn’t like it when anyone touches his face. ‘‘What are you still doing here? You should be sleeping.’’

You chuckle at the sudden turn of tables since it’s you who always has to nag him about staying over at the hospital. There’s a warm fond feeling that fills your heart as you see your best friend take a bite of his birthday cupcake, staining his lips with the blue colorant. He looks tired, if he closes his eyes for longer than a few seconds he might just fall asleep right on his spot.

A scoff escapes your lips, ‘‘It’s your birthday, silly!, I’ll make an exception once a year.’’ Jungkook gives you a warm-hearted smile, it’s the best way he knows how to say thanks. ‘‘We actually planned a surprise dinner, but someone told Taehyung you were inside the O.R doing a transplant, so…’’ You explain the ruined plans for the night, but you promise to make it up to him later on in the week.

Jungkook keeps listening to you once he’s settled on the couch, watching you babble away about everything his group of friends had planned for his big twenty-ninth birthday. He can’t help the unfaltering smile on his face as he listens to your voice filled with excitement at the expectancy of a night that couldn’t be. There’s something about you that has always made him feel so relaxed, capable of bringing him peace despite how hectic life can become.

‘‘Jungkook?’’ He hears his name being called out by your sweet and soft voice, humming to let you know he’s still half awake. ‘‘Do you want me to drive you home?’’ You offer nicely, but he lazily shakes his head no, not wanting to bother you any further.

You roll your eyes, but decide there’s no point in convincing him otherwise. Before you go, you make sure to place the spare blanket he kept inside his locker over his tired body. He nuzzles his face onto the soft fabric, releasing a small content sigh in appreciation to the heat it provides him.

The corners of your mouth lift as you stare at your sleeping friend, preferring this old couch over the comfort of his own bed. One of his several habits, ones you will probably never understand, but can only hope that will never die down.

‘‘Happy birthday Jungkook,’’ you whisper softly, ‘‘you’ve worked hard.’’

His twenty-ninth year’s just begun, but a part of his wish has just come true.

a/n: it’s been a while since i last put smthn out for this drabble series but it’s jk’s bday n i wrote this in his honour <3 just a heads up, this one takes places before the official pining 101 drabbles !! hope u enjoyed n sorry for the wait :P

#jungkook au #jungkook scenario #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #bts au #bts drabble #jeon jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook scenario #d: pining 101 #it's short for once...ppl call this a drabble

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rhaaclaws · 2 years

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"Captain Bloodhound? Well I'm sure you've heard the stories but no one has ever seen their face. Something to do with an oath or maybe I'm remembering wrong? Either way, don't try to reach the impossible, Silva"

#falls over and dies #ITS 1AM??????#whatever. dies #anyways this is bh but in my pirate au theyre my world #gay ppl and making entire stories for 2 characters who have interacted once and it was in a shitty comic not even the devs like #but like. Listen #theyre real and i just like the silly pirates #anyways the enire au is currently short but knowing me its gonna be super long and then never get written #atleast a drabble though. Hopefully #[looks at my 5 unfinished fics] yeahhhhh #anyways #what do i even call this au #ill think abt it and tag it some otehr time #apex legends #bloodhound #bloodhound hc #rhaa art

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years

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Yandere toman rn are all prob pissed off knowing that more ppl are trying to get at the reader (the brothers and inui, koko) can't wait till Senju and Waka find Abt the reader and then there's this whole mess and then the reader is just Sandwich in-between these crazy people. Do you ever wonder if the reader breaks one day and has enough of everyone and wants to have alone time? How would all these yanderes feel Abt it? - brain rot🐢

too real right here 🐢 anon - somedays reality just hits me hard and i kinda wish to take a break from it all ya know. not in the best mental state right now, can't imagine being reader and dealing with all the shit they go through on a daily basis. but enough rambling, going to write a short standalone drabble for this, though recommend that yall read some of my other fics for relationship context (if you haven't) :)

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Recommended Readings: A Friend In Me Part 1 ; Leaving You ; High Heels

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tw: yandere, afab reader

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Breaking Point

Yandere Platonic Toman Boys

You didn't feel like yourself anymore these days. Time flowed past you while you watched on, more so an observer just watching the world go by, trapped behind the glass of your eyes. Nothing seemed to light that spark in your chest anymore, the happiness that once shined from the depth of your eyes no longer there when you stared at yourself in the mirror, willing yourself to just feel something, anything besides emptiness and hopelessness.

It was hard to pinpoint when exactly the fun and color of your days, spent laughing and playing with your Toman friends, started to dull and lose its luster, or when your genuine smile became a fake strained one that you struggled to keep up. The same cityscape that once held so much life and vibrancy, that brought you hope and joy when you flung your front door open in the morning, only seemed more tiring and depressing the more you walked its streets.

Exhausted. Drained past your breaking point, your friends were all too busy between bathing in the attention and affection you showered freely on them, and fighting off and intimidating any of the other friends you tried to make when they thought you weren't looking, to notice your ever-growing weariness.

Maybe it was just the nature of being a delinquent, to be as possessive and overprotective as Mikey and the others were, or maybe it was your new found delinquent friends who were just so stubborn, unwilling to give in to the other's demands - but in the midst of the three way tug of war you had accidentally found yourself in, stuck between your Toman friends, Ran and Rindou, and Koko and Inupi, they seemed to have all but forgotten about you.

That you were just like them - an out-of-place kid looking for acceptance in a lonely and uncaring world.

You weren't home. You weren't home when Kazutora had swung round in the wee hours of the morning, like he always did every other day. The sinking feeling had already settled into the bottom of his gut when he padded into an unusually neat and silent room, your unused covers still neatly folded up, quickly turned into all-out panic when the boy had thrown back the covers to reveal a cold and empty bed. A small note resting on your pillow, where your head should be, addressed directly to him, lightly informing him that you were taking a break, and that you would be back soon.

The crooked smiley face at the end of the letter was a steep contrast to the horror that quickly washed over the boys upon receiving Kazutora's hysterical call, and even though they were barely able to make out what he stammered out between whimpers and tears, it was enough to have them leaping out of bed.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Ran all but demanded, metal baton clutched tightly in one white-knuckled hand, the other trembling fist hidden behind his back. The sunlight rarely reached down this alley, yet the shadows that reigned here didn't hide the fury that burned in the eyes of the Toman President.

"You haven't seen her?" Mikey demanded again, aggressive tone betraying his emotions despite his face still wearing that normal blank look.

But all Rindou had to respond with was a curse muttered loudly under his breath, quickly plunging one gloved hand into his pocket and pulling out a small mobile phone. Even if the Haitani brothers almost always worked alone, there were enough in the underworld that owned them favours, strings that they were all but ready to pull - to get you back by their side.

Across town, the exact same scenario was repeated in Black Dragon territory, though Koko's face paling to an ashen white at the thought of you up and leaving him without even a goodbye would have been amusing in any other scenario. Stumbling to pull out his phone from his pristine white uniform, even the usually stoic Inupi could barely hold his composure in front of a raging Draken, as Koko barked out orders, mobilizing every available men in search of you.

Huddled up into yourself, skirt neatly folded underneath you, the fresh, cool wind that blew across the otherwise empty grass field was a refreshing change from the normal drone of the concrete jungle, one that took your troubles with it as it ruffled your hair. Turning back, the distant tall skyscrapers and glass towers of Tokyo City glittered in the afternoon sun, looking almost as if it was being consumed in the harsh light - no doubt the city was all but going down in flames with your friends scrambling to look for you. But for today, you thought, your gaze once more turned to look over the open ocean, the vibrant blue seas and distant horizon a siren's call to you, just for today, maybe you could be alone.

You could be yourself once more, and let the light and color seep back into your life.

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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 3 years

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i know other writers have done this before,, but hickey prank with suna and atsumu please?

(if ur not comfy writing smt that’s been done before by other ppl or you don’t want to write atsumu, pls feel free to ignore😙)

I didn’t know if you meant SMAU short or headcannons or drabbles, so I did a mix of headcannons and drabbles 😅 I don’t mind doing the idea, at all, and I don’t mind writing for Atsumu at all, no worries. We love all the Inarizaki boys here 🙈💕

Hickey Prank

Pairing(s): Suna Rintarō x Gender Neutral! Reader, Miya Atsumu x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Slight angst to comfort, Suna gives you a hickey, Atsumu jokes about giving you a hickey

Suna Rintarō:

You asked him to come over and help you study...

Not really, you two would most likely get in a solid five minutes of studying, before Rintarō walked over to you and lay on top of you, forcing you to take a nap with him.

However, you had an idea, while he was making his way towards your home.

Get him back for the prank he’d snuck on you last week

It was a tiktok prank and it went viral smh

Anyways, you set off to work, applying the makeup to the skin of your neck.

Rintarō occasionally put a hickey on your neck, if he was jealous. But usually, he liked to keep his hickeys on your collarbones and chest, where only he got to see

So when he walks into your room and spots the dark mark on your neck, he furrows just brows, the dim lighting only helping you in masking that it was fake.

Suna Rintarō hasn’t ever felt his heart break so quickly in his life.

But you wouldn’t have cheated on him, right? Right?

He’s trying to act tough and angry. But in reality, he’s just hurt.

He’s near tears and his voice is quivering

However, the dim lighting covers up the betrayal in his eyes as he stares are you.

Rintarō had frozen himself were he stood, just inside your doorway, backpack frozen, halfway through it’s trip to the floor. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything or react at all for a long moment. His mind kept trying to tell him that he’d left the mark — no marks...

But he hadn’t and he knew that.

“Tarō—” your voice snaps him out of it, his reaction finally coming, not letting you finish what you were about to say.

“Don’t call me that,” his tone was harsh, making your eyes widen. You’d honestly thought that your efforts wouldn’t fool your usually calm and collected boyfriend. “I brought you home to meet my family, I introduced you to my team, I showed you the most private and sensitive parts of my life... And you... You fucking..?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish, voice cracking unsteadily. “Who?”

You can’t see his eyes water from your position on your bed, though his voice cracking the way it did made you cave immediately. You ride to your feet, wiping the makeup, effectively smearing it to prove your point. “Rintarō, it was just a prank. I’m not seeing anyone else,” you say calmly.

Well, as calmly as you can. Sure, you’d caved quick. But anyone would have, based on Rintarō’s sad eyes. In reality, Rintarō was a bit of a big baby, when it came to you. You were the one person who he knew that he’d never ever have to do anything else or be anything else for. He just couldn’t lose you.

Rintarō pouts a bit as he looks at you for a long few moments, before sighing and walking over to you where you stood in front of him, wrapping his arms around you. “Wasn’t funny,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck, a few stray tears slipping down his cheeks.

You coo, gently stroking his hair, “Deep breaths baby. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” you murmur soothingly. “Wanna lay down and we can take a nap?” You ask as you away to look at him.

Though, he was still focused on your neck, bringing his hand to rub the rest of your makeup off, leaning it to place his lips on your neck, sucking a dark mark against your throat.

“There.” Rintarō mumbles with a huff, before pushing you back on your bed and crawling on top of you. “Love you,” he mumbles to you as you continue to take soothing hands through his hair.

“Love you too, baby.”

Miya Atsumu:

You weren’t able to fool him.

Well, you were at first

Let’s give it some context.

You were going to watch one of Inarizaki’s games, wearing Atsumu’s jersey (the reversed colors for when they play a team with similar colors, y’know)

From the stands, he didn’t notice it, just happy you were there to watch him play.

Plus, now he could brag about his wonderful partner coming to watch him play

Mainly rub it in Osamu’s face

It isn’t until you come down to congratulate him on their win, that he spots it.

His expression falls momentarily — he hadn’t left that mark on you

He always, always remembered every kiss he gave you, every kiss he pressed to your pretty body.

Every kiss was meant to love on you and every kiss was a silent ‘I love you’ to Atsumu

He never wanted you to forget that he loved you more than anything.

Your body, mind, heart, and soul.

And he expressed that through his actions, everyday

Anyone who said Atsumu didn’t make for an extremely loving boyfriend didn’t know what they were talking about

At first, his brows furrow. Though, that’s when he noticed that in you excitement and cheering for him — the makeup had smeared.

Atsumu steps forward, his happy, triumphant grin slowly falling from his lips as he spots the mark on your neck — the one you’d honestly forgotten about.

You’d just been messing around with your makeup, bored as you waited to get ready for Atsumu’s game. You’d forgotten to wipe the makeup off and on the way to the gym, you’d been reminded of it, seeing a video with a girl doing the same thing with her boyfriend. So, knowing that you most likely wouldn’t be able to fool him, you left it.

Watching your boyfriend play had made you completely forget about your little prank. So seeing the way his brows furrowed and he took a wary step back from you made you frown.

He couldn’t believe it for a minute. You would never. You were his soulmate. You loved him just as much as he loved you and you would never cheat on him, which was why he persisted in looking at it even closer.

After a moment, you realize what he’s looking at, and seemingly he realizes that it’s just makeup, at the same time, pouting at you as he approaches.

“ ‘Yer so mean,” Atsumu groans as he wraps his arms around you. “Ya’ gotta make it up to me somehow, ya know?”

You smile and kiss his head, “How about we go out to eat with the boys, then we can go home and I’ll take care of you, baby?”

His expression lights up once again and he nods excitedly, nearly like an excitable puppy.

“First, gotta get that makeup off ‘n give ‘yer a real mark,” he mutters as he leans in, making you playfully shove him, your eyes widening and tone scolding.

“ ‘Tsumu, your entire team is right there!” Saying that caught the attention of the other members of his team. He casts them a look, before smirking and shrugging.

“And? I don’t care if they look. ‘Yer all mine. Ain’t that right, doll face?”

“Yeah, that’s right, ‘Tsumu.”

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 4 years

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gruvia drabble

author’s note: well. everybody. are we surprised??????? i dont write a thing for like months but then i get inspiration and here i am✨✨ also im not gonna lie... this fic is a lil bit ooc. v much for gray. its believable but like BARELY. so BASICALLY if u dont read fairy tail 100 years quest, this might not make a whole lotta sense to u, but i think youll be able to follow! SO! this fic is based off of the gruvia interactions in the latest fairy tail 100 years quest chapter! chapter 63!!! enjoy my beautiful ppl!:)❤️❤️❤️

Without missing a beat, Juvia launched herself at her darling Gray. “Ahh...” She lulled with great relief. “It’s so good to see you safe, Gray-sama.”

Her arms naturally wrapped around his neck as she sweetly nuzzled her face right into his. The two of them were certainly beat up from their battle with Metro, and they had the bandages wrapped around themselves from head-to-toe to proove it. Yet, naturally, Juvia didn’t mind. Her body was achey, sure, but all she could feel was warmth from her overwhelming love for Gray.

She felt Gray’s muscles soften. He brought his hand up to the top of her head, bringing her into the crook of his neck, and he followed her lead by resting his cheek atop her head. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Juvia safe and acting like her normal self. After finally getting a moment to breathe, this was the first time in a long time he was really seeing Juvia where they weren’t fighting or she wasn’t partially brainwashed by Touka. It was nice to see her back to being unequivocally Juvia.

“You too.” Was all he replied, but that was all he needed to say.

Gray could hear the gasps going around the guild at the sight of he and Juvia, but he paid it no mind.

“Ok tiger, think you could maybe put some pants on?” Cana’s call to Gray was what finally snapped him out of it.

“Gah! My pants!” He exclaimed, flustered, breaking from his embrace with Juvia.

“They’re right here, darling!” Juvia quickly gathered his clothes. Naturally, she was always keeping track.

“Thanks.” He snatched them. He snapped his attention to his number one rival, and pointed at him. “Natsu, as soon as I get these back on, I’m kicking your ass!” He shouted.

“Eh?!” He responded. “Why me?!”

“Because you got to have all the fun taking down a dragon! Now I want a piece of you!” He taunted. He couldn’t deny that the combination of a couple beers, and the adrenaline rush from another Fairy Tail victory, was amping Gray up, to say the least.

“Bring it on!” Natsu grinned, and began cracking his knuckles.

Before they knew it, a bunch of the guys were rolling around like wild animals. You would’ve never thought they just faced one of the biggest battles of their lives, but, well, that was Fairy Tail.

“Get em’, Gray-sama!” Juvia cheered on, energetically, just as he swung a punch at Gajeel.

Juvia went back to the bar to get some more drinks, and Gray was shortly behind her. “Aw man.” He flopped onto the seat beside Juvia, out of breath. “Those guys don’t mess around in a fight. Even when we’re already beaten to a pulp.” Gray snickered. He did love a good fight, but he couldn’t deny his body was tired.

Juvia hummed a giggle. “The same can be said for you. Juvia saw you throwing some solid punches.” She handed him a beer.

“Did you expect anything less?” Gray playfully smirked at Juvia, causing her to blush just a tad.

“Of course not.” She grinned.

“Lucy!” Gray shouted, and as he did so, he casually brought his arm around Juvia, placing a hand on her shoulder as they both sat. Juvia was really blushing now. She sat still and silent, afraid of ruining the moment.

Gray continued once Lucy turned to him. “Why don’t you give Natsu some of that booze? Maybe that would take him off his game and I could kick his sorry ass in one shot!” He joked.

The hand still weighed heavy on Juvia’s shoulder. Did Gray place it there by accident? Did he know what he was doing? Maybe he just needed her so he could keep his balance? Or maybe he was cold and wanted Juvia to keep him warm?

Natsu perked up “Give me all the booze in the world! I’ll still kick your ass!” Just as he said that, Elfman came up from behind him, and slammed his body to the ground. Gray and Juvia both laughed.

“Leave it to Natsu to pick a fight with just about anyone.” He snorted, but Juvia couldn’t pay much attention to what Gray was saying at the moment.

He casually brought his hand down for just a moment, and just as Juvia’s mind rolled with questions as to what he could possibly be doing now, she was given an answer. He softly took a lock of her hair in his hand, and ever so lightly stroked it. Juvia was frozen in happiness. She didn’t dare turn her head, but she did see Gray out of the corner of her eye, and he simply took a gulp of his beer, without seeming to mind at all that he was doing something completely and utterly unlike him—public affection. However, he was unbothered. He continued rhythmically running his fingers through her hair as if this was the most normal thing in the world to him.

“Maybe I’m bias, but beer is better when Mira’s serving it at the guild.” He said to Juvia as he looked curiously at his beer. While saying this, he even began to twirl a piece of hair between his fingers. The way her heart fluttered with each flip of his fingers was something she’d never felt, but wow— what a feeling. Unfortunately, Juvia could not hold back this reaction as shivers were sent all over her body rather noticeabley.

“You ok?” Gray stopped the hair stroking, and brought his palm to the middle of her back, still seemingly putting forth an effort to touch her, and he looked over at her.

“Y-yes!” Juvia jolted. “Juvia is fine!”

“You sure?” He raised a brow. “You seem a little tense.”

“No! Honestly! Juvia is completely fine, just a bit caught off guard is all!” She was starting to break a sweat. Leave it to her to screw up a moment.

“How so?” He finally pulled the hand away, to Juvia’s dismay.

“W-well...” She fiddled with her thumbs. “It-it’s just that... Gray-sama... was playing with Juvia’s hair, a-and you had your arm around me—and— Juvia was just surprised, that’s all!”

“Oh.” Gray was the one who was a bit stunned this time. His cheeks turned bright red, and he couldn’t help but look away.

Honestly, he really wasn’t even aware that he was doing that until Juvia pointed it out. He was taken aback by himself, admittedly. It wasn’t like him to be a hands-on type of guy. However, what he did know, was now that he knew he wasn’t touching her, he felt a desire to touch her more than ever. It was like once he knew she wasn’t in his grasp, a piece of himself felt lost. He wanted his arm around her. He wanted to feel her soft blue waves run through his fingers. He wanted to feel her warm embrace in his arms. So, even though he didn’t make a conscious effort to be physical, it was what he wanted. He wanted to feel her, and thus feel comfort. Feel serenity. Feel happiness.

“But, it’s ok!” Juvia leaned towards him. “Juvia didn’t mind at all! Not one bit! Oh, Juvia is so sorry! She’s insulted Gray-sama! As an apology, you may touch Juvia wherever you want!” She stood up and proudly spread her arms and puffed her chest, displaying herself for Gray.

Gray’s whole face burned fiercely. “Ah, jeez, would you sit down!” He snapped, and he took Juvia by her shoulders, putting her back in her seat.

“Juvia is sorry!” She exclaimed. “It’s just that, it’s not like Gray-sama to show any sort of affection in public! Juvia doesn’t know how to act!”

“Yeah, I guess.” Gray nervously scratched the back of his head. “I dunno’, it’s just that, well, after so many of these fights and always putting our lives on the line, it’s just hard to believe we’ve made it this far. On top of that, seeing all my comrades safe and...” He paused. “Seeing you safe after all of this... it just makes me feel so relieved. And, well, basically, I’ve come to realize that life is short.” He looked down. “Really short. And, I don’t wanna waste time worrying about stupid stuff. I just wanna’ do what’ll make me happy.”

He finally locked eyes with Juvia. “And you make me happy.”

Tears rushed to her stunned eyes. “Oh, Gray-sama!” She threw herself onto him all over again. He reciprocated almost instantly, placing a hand on her back. She looked back up at him, eyes glazed with tears. “You make Juvia happy too.” She smiled gently.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” Gray smirked, and then he brought Juvia back into his hold. They were both where they belonged- safe, and in each other’s arms.

As Juvia rested against his chest, she felt a comforting sensation that was already so familiar to her: Gray combing his fingers ever so gently through her long hair.

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1doll-4u · 3 years

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𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dark! shinsou x fem! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,447

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst, fluff

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: growing tired and overwhelmed with your royal responsibilities, you take off into the night for a little walk to clear your mind. you meet someone..or something that night.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, violence, gore, sexual situations/smut (not in this chapter), possible triggers, horrible writing, character deaths, sexual content

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + this is just a random drabble so it isn't written very well. i didn't proof read it or anything. in the future i may write something similar to this if ppl do like it. this won’t be continued atm but maybe in the future if i get feedback.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

“you can’t keep doing this, you know that right?” your mother sighs, clearly tired of your antics.

you look down at the polished floors, it is easier this way. you never liked disappointing your mother but you can’t help it.

“i told you, i don’t want to do all of this..” you mutter, not having the will to raise your voice. you fear you’ll be punished severely if you do.

“all of this, is for you. your reputation and for the kingdom’s future. stop being so selfish. you can’t be unwed for the rest of your life,” she chides, moving her hands in the air to emphasize her words as she walked around your room, “you have to choose one of them by the end of this week. i do not care if you are against it. neither does your father. if you don’t choose by that time we will decide for you.”

you opened your mouth to protest but she stops you with her next words.

“speak and you won’t be able to leave your room for a whole week.”

she paused to see if you’d defy her. you didn’t. feeling satisfied, she leaves you to sulk alone.

your parents have been bugging you to get married. it was getting tiring. you tried to convince them that you had no interest in being some old rich guy’s arm candy but they simply didn’t care for your thoughts.

you felt trapped even in your spacious room. what are you going to do? you don’t want to choose anyone to be your spouse and you didn’t want your parents to either..

if you do get wed, you’ll lose a lot more privileges. you won’t be able to leave the house without your husband knowing, your hobbies will be reduced to nothing as you’d be too busy putting up the appearance of a loving wife..and bearing a child.

you don’t want any of that. just the thought of being in that situation repulsed you.

time passed with you not leaving your room for dinner or anything else. you didn’t even notice that it was dark out until you looked up at your windows.

the moon shined bright and bathed your room, making everything look shiny underneath it. you felt like it was calling to you.

somehow you mustered up the energy to get out of bed and change into more suitable clothes for your little escapade.

you blew out all the candles that were still lit and leave your room as quietly as you could.

after going through many secret doors the guards and your mother don’t even know about, you make it outside with no trouble.

you have done this before, many times. breaking rules always felt thrilling.

with the adrenaline going through you, you continue your walk towards the forest. it feels nice to have some freedom even if it may be the rebellious type.

the walk to the forest felt short but peaceful to you. it didn’t feel scary walking alone in the dark. the moon’s company made you feel safe.

you enter the woods and look around. usually you only ever stop at the little lake. your parents forbid you to go any further and you didn’t understand why. the forest is beautiful but you wish to see more.

maybe there are some rare animals that exist further into the forest? a rabbit walking on two legs? a deer that can talk? that would be a fun story to tell.

you take a step over the invisible line stopping you from venturing forward, it was hesitant at first but your steps grew more solid as you continue.

nothing seemed different at first glance. the deeper you go in though, you notice some things.

purple flowers you’ve never seen more appear. they glow in the dark vibrantly, urging you to pluck them and touch their soft petals.

and that you did. you go to pick up one but a voice stops you.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you..”

startled, you look around frantically, the voice seemed close..but there is no one in sight. could it be one of the guards? did one of them follow you here?

“why?” you didn’t know what else to say, too busy looking around and glaring hard at the trees, trying to find the person.

“those flowers are deceiving. they look pretty but once you take a sniff you’ll be out.”

the voice sounds again, still very clear but no body in view. growing anxious you finally ask what’s been plaguing your mind.

“and..who am i speaking to?”

you continue to look around fruitlessly, growing impatient when the person doesn’t speak for a few seconds. they couldn’t have left already, could they?

“you are speaking to me, of course.”

you stagger forward, surprised when the voice whispers directly into your right ear. turning around quickly you see a man with bright purple eyes that almost seemed like gems in the dark.

his skin is pale but not an unhealthy pale. he seemed to glow, drawing you in more. the unruly hair framing his face doesn’t make him less attractive. it actually suits him.

you have never met him before. you would be stupid to forget such a face. as you continue to take in his form, you notice something behind him..are those wings?

big black wings protrude from his back, the tips being a pretty regal purple. they seem to be transparent and sparkly. is he a fairy?

“you know, it’s bad to stare,” the..fairy teases, a smirk playing on his lips when you snap your eyes back to his and blush.

“sorry..” you don’t even want to say any more. it feels like your throat is tightening with every breath you take. your face is flushed and you probably look like a ripe tomato.

he brushes your apology off, reassuring you that you don’t need to apologize and continues to speak.

“why are you so far from home, princess?” he walks over to some pink flowers and plucks one, observing it as you watch.

how did he know you are a princess? no, that’s a stupid question to ask. of course he knows. you aren’t dressed like most of the common folk.

“i..couldn’t sleep, so i thought maybe a stroll would do,” you answer, still standing in your place. for some reason your body does not want to move. part of you is too scared to in his presence.

“i understand. it must be tiring in your position but i would advice against going so far into the forest. who knows what kind wicked creatures you could encounter in the night.” the fairy carefully touches the flower in his hand, brushing the petals and shaking off the dust that covers it.

an unknown warmth blossoms in your chest. no one has ever taken your struggles seriously. at the same time you feel slightly irked by his advice to not venture further into the woods.

“thank you..but i don’t see why i shouldn’t? no creature has pounced on me yet,” you tried to counter.

“yes, not yet. but they do exist. they are just lurking in the shadows of the trees. they watch. they wait for you to feel safe, and then they pounce at your most vulnerable state.” he gives you a smile as if to somehow quill your now bubbling nerves.

“are..you...” you aren’t sure if you should voice your thoughts. what if he takes it the wrong way? will he lash out? put a spell on you?

“hm? what is it?” the fairy walks closer, the smile still etched on his face, slowly growing when noticing you having your little dilemma with yourself.

“..are you one of them?” you ask, looking at the ground instead of at him. this is it. you are going to die from angering a beautiful fairy.

“..one of the wicked creatures? hm...” he doesn’t answer you right away, deciding to contemplate on it as he walks around you.

you grow anxious from the close proximity, wishing he were a few feet away from you like before.

“what do you think? am i one of them?” he stops right behind you and leans into your back, his mouth near your ear. his warmth seeps into you and your body becomes rigid at the sudden contact.

no one has been this close to you before. no man ever has. you don’t know what to say. is this a test? is he messing with you? will he kill you if you say yes?

“well? what is it, princess?” his deep voice urges you to answer, you could feel his chest rumble against your back.

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tsauergrass · 3 years

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TOP 5 Of 2020

I was tagged by @tackytigerfic @amortentiaboys and @cibeewastaken, thank you lovelies <3

1. Lemon Blossoms 🍋

Personally I really like the atmosphere of this fic, it’s wintery and warm and very lemon-y? I like the way the story flows, the way scenes and time change without breaks or feeling choppy, like it’s all one river. And I remember writing this fic, sitting on my bed and having no idea at all how to start, and I was for some reason obsessed with lemons at the time so I just started. Writing lemons. And the rest of the story came, just like that. It was so different from what I imagined or mentally jotted down notes and outlined for this fic, it’s like I just tossed all that away (haha) but the end result is so unexpected and so perfect for the story, I realized it was the one I wanted to tell all along. A lot of ppl also left comments saying they crave something lemon-y after reading this, which I consider a success haha

2. To the Rhythm of the Waves

I saw a text post once saying how when you’re trying to write, your brain doesn’t give you a story, instead it just. Gives you an aesthetic, an atmosphere and chucks it at you and tells you to work with it!! (The post said it much funnier than I did, gosh I loved that post.) But the point is, that’s like my brain 99% of the time. And I don’t think I’ve ever really, really centered a story around conveying an aesthetic/atmosphere until this fic. There is, like, minimal plot, but I think what I wanted to create was there: a very soft, faint, tender sweetness. It’s about finding homes and living very simply but happily. In the process of writing it there was a lot of feeling around, trying to find the road this story is leading, trying to find the pieces that would build up this atmosphere, but a lot of it came from within, like from a single place? So the story feels whole, I think. And I’ve gone back to reread it a couple times, but every time I get something different out, so. Haha

3. This drabble

This was super short but I loved it. I had to have typed it out within fifteen or twenty minutes and it just feels right. I liked the Draco in that drabble, and I liked the brief glimpse of perhaps a late evening in a dark room, and I liked the idea of their names. I liked that Harry was so indulgent when Draco was all panicky and hard on himself, when he didn’t expect kindness and softness but Harry gave it to him anyway, because it’s Harry. Because adoration, because love. Just a tiny piece I played with and I liked the result

4. In Your Voice

I don’t know if anyone could tell but I wrote this with so much yearning, like, god. Quarantine was first getting to me at that time, I think. And I remember reading about this article then that talked about the death of landlines (!!) in literature (which was super interesting!), and seeing that idea of having a piece of someone, but not the whole of them. You have their voice, but not their solid presence. They are here, but at the same time they’re not. Having a companion partially, not so completely, which comforts some part of you but makes other parts lonelier. I just liked the idea that Draco and Harry only have each other’s voice, I tried to convey that through their phone call, that it’s the only thing they have of each other. And it’s enough, but at the same time it’s not enough. They want so much more, but they can’t get it. That physical restraint brings out emotional chaos, I think. Looking back now I’m a bit embarrassed about the part where Harry says he misses Draco, it’s kind of cheesy haha. But overall I liked it. I also received a lot of comments saying this feels like home, this feels like longing, a lot of people relating to this and hopefully this brought them comfort, which I am really glad about.

5. Prompt: I love you - Over a cup of tea

This is one where I didn’t expect it to have as many notes, but it did, and I tried to think about why, so I read it and reread it, and I think in that process I came to like it. It’s a small piece that delineates Draco’s journey to learn to say I love you through cups of tea. I tried to put in the story the idea that even though at the beginning Draco can’t say the words, and he feels lacking and guilty about it, he does say i love you—through actions, through small gestures. It was the language he spoke. And I like to think that the reason why Harry was so patient and understanding was because he understood that. He knew how Draco spoke his heart, and he accepted it. And he didn’t, like, wait for Draco to say I love you; that acceptance wasn’t a means to an end. Instead he embraces and loves who Draco is, and when Draco says the words they’re more like an unexpected surprise that made him really happy, because it means Draco feels safe around him now, it means Draco feels secure enough about what they share that he is willing to bear his heart out like that. Just, subtle languages, man.

(May I also take this chance to rec Cibee’s wonderful drabble responding to the same prompt, which is the prettiest thing I have ever read in this world!!!)

Honorable Mentions (because why not!!)

. Colour Me Blue

This isn’t HP but I really liked it. Check it out if you’re also in All For The Game and ship andriel! It’s a story about enamel pins and very, very subtle promises, I liked the atmosphere I created

. Prompt: I love you - Muffled, from the other side of the door

This didn’t get as many notes but I was proud of it. I liked the way I threaded the flashbacks to the present. I wonder whether I would do it differently if I have the chance to rewrite it, but I like it now.

. To The End Of The World And Back

Listen, I just imagine Draco, heartbroken and tired and nervous and aching, walking around the gallery, almost mindless and suddenly—the huge photograph of him appears in front of him, taking up the entire wall, and it’s called Home. Like, jesus. I can’t draw but if I could I want to create this scene

And that’s it! Thank you if you made it here lol, it grew so long. It’s 2021 already and I know loads of people have already been tagged, so if you want to do it and you saw this consider yourself tagged!

I also just want to take the chance to thank so many amazing ppl who made this year better. Thank you to everyone who has ever read, liked, commented, reblogged my fic, or just enjoyed it and savored it themselves—you really made my year so much better, and I hope the coming year will be kind to all of us🥂

#tagged #top 5 of 2020 #my fic

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FORMAL INTRODUCTION FOR KITAHARA KOJIRO

hi, for some bizarre reason unbeknownst to even me, this muse has been like half a year in the making (actually, it’s been 5 months but that’s close enough for to still feel shame), but he’s finally here. the ““ evil ”” witch oc! witch man who does murders! whatever you want to know him as! anyway, from now on you just know him as kojiro or koj bc that’s his name <3 please look under the read more link for more info! (WARNING: the following will touch on darker themes like death, murder and, to a lesser extent, abuse. this is a heavy character so please keep that in mind if you ever wish to interact!)

BASIC FACTS

firstly, this oc is mostly connected to tsukidate sho, my witch detective oc. the connection mostly lies in the fact they’re both witches who interact with crime/murder in some capacity but their families are also close.

his name is kitahara kojiro ( 北原浩二郎 ), known as either kojiro or koji by those around him. i haven’t decided his exact birthday yet but he was born in 1990 and is approx. 31 years old. (i understand this is ‘older’ by tumblr rp standards but, by normal people standards, early 30s is still relatively young so basically, if u make old ppl jokes, i will bite u)

technically speaking, kitahara is his father’s surname but he never really knew his father and was raised by a single mother. however, his mother made the choice of raising him with his father’s name in an attempt to distance the pair from her own family. i’ll explain why that is the case in the backstory section of this post.

kojiro is a witch. he’s not involved in any broader witching community nor does his being a witch have much bearing on his professional life but he is a talented witch, despite being trained only by his mother. what he DOES use his magic for, however, is to cause a lot of problems.

oh yeah, he’s also cursed. and he kills people. because he’s cursed. again, i’ll explain this in more detail further in the post but it’s kind of an important fact. he was cursed to die at twenty years old and he’s still alive eleven years later because the only way to hold off death is to kill other people <3 omg that’s awkward

in his normal everyday life, kojiro works as a cake decorator and does photography on the side too. he’s a creative person and tbh he developed a lot of stupid hobbies in his teens, thanks to the belief he was gonna die by the end of them, so he ended up making a living out of what he liked. he also didn’t go to uni because he didn’t see the point because, again, he thought he’d be dead by 20 and then, when he wasn’t, he stopped caring.

it’s also important to note that he, uh, doesn’t give off murderer vibes at all. he’s friendly and sociable (and not in the ‘this guy’s definitely a weirdo’ way).

i kept calling him ‘evil witch oc’ while i was working on him but, as i’ve said before, i think that’s actually a little too simple and i wouldn’t actually call him evil. he’s NOT a good person but i don’t think evil is the right word for him either. he doesn’t believe he’s a good person either but he’s learned to justify his own actions as a means of survival. kojiro doesn’t enjoy killing people, he doesn’t take any pleasure from the act of murder, but he’s also relatively calm about it too. since he doesn’t have to do it on a super regular basis, he prefers to target shitty people and esp corrupt witches in positions of authority (not really in a self-righteous way, more just because they piss him off). he has specific personal reasons for this.

he has a pretty intense fear of death. you think he’d be over it, having spent his whole life knowing he was meant to die early, but the ability to push his death back sort of flipped some switch in his head and, over the years, he went from quiet apprehension to paranoid obsession.

why is this muse 30 years old? firstly, because i want him to be. that would probably be enough but also his age actually IS important. the vibe i’m going for with this muse is, as i’ve said like once before, is what happens to the hero of the story after they complete their quest? what if that quest doesn’t go as planned? kojiro’s quest was to hunt down the demon associated with his curse. that’s his original ‘story’. what i want to explore here is the aftermath of that, what happens after the weight of the quest comes crashing down on the hero and they return to normal, everyday life where they’re forced to shoulder it as though it’s nothing. a decade after his initial story, he’s worn out. he’s not the same person he was at the start.

BACKSTORY

this isn’t going to be written in a super formal or tidy way because i honestly just can’t be bothered turning this into a proper piece of decent writing. this is only going to be in paragraph form because i don’t like putting backstories into bullet points unless it’s super brief.

kojiro was born in 1990 as the first (and only) child of his unmarried mother (as yet unnamed) when she was just nineteen years old. she was raised in a strict and traditional witching family so the fact that she’d had this child out of wedlock AND that the father wasn’t a witch didn’t exactly land well. regardless, they let her stay in the family home but it would soon turn out that the child was cursed. according to a member of tsukidate family (i.e; sho’s family who, as i said before, are on good terms with kojiro’s family and who are also knowledgeable in the realm of curses), the curse determined that the child would die on the day of his twentieth birthday unless he was able to kill the demon associated with the curse.

as if the judgement from her own family wasn’t enough, the curse brought with it a lot of stigma from the witching community and so his mother made the decision to leave home by herself when kojiro was a year old. all she could afford was a small, one bedroom apartment but, so long as she and her son had a roof over their heads, anything was good enough. kojiro would live a relatively normal life, going to school with other children his age and away from other witches, but his mother would teach him what she knew. although she wanted to him to live as easily as possible, she felt she had to prepare him for his inevitable encounter with the demon. kojiro grew up knowing about the curse too. there was no way to keep it a secret --- even if weren’t cruel to hide it from him, the curse had left a visible mark on him (still working out the details of what this looks like and where on his body it is but it basically looks like a tattoo to most people).

when kojiro turns eighteen, he decides he’s old enough to face this demon and claim control of his own life (maybe i’ll write this as an actual drabble / piece of writing one day bc i’m reeeally brushing over it here). it had been trapped by his family and forced to lie dormant until kojiro would arrive to take it down. what the demon reveals to him, however, changes everything. there is no cure to this curse, the demon tells him, everything he was told is a lie. the curse, it turns out, has tied the demon to him and the only way to kill the demon is for kojiro to die along with it. the reveal is this: when kojiro born, they took him from his mother for a short time. i want to emphasise that her family are pretty shitty people because they decided this would be the perfect opportunity both to punish her and to solve a very specific problem -- getting rid of this demon. the same member of the tsukidate who ‘diagnosed’ the curse was the one who put it on kojiro. i’ll explain the actual curse and story behind it (and the demon) in more detail at a later date but the basic gist of it is that kojiro’s family lied to him and used him as a disposable means to an end. his mother, for the record, was entirely unaware of this. but what else does the demon tell him? although the curse cannot be lifted, it can be held off. this demon thrives off death and, through death, it can stay strong and continue to keep kojiro alive. if it grows weak and it is not sustained, kojiro will grow weak along with it and inevitably die. kojiro informs the demon that he will not kill anybody. that is out of the question.

a month before his twentieth birthday, kojiro kills a man. he had tried to forget about everything the demon had said, tried to forget that his own family had set him up for guaranteed destruction, but it hadn’t been easy. it had set him on edge and he’d become unstable. he’d fallen into a slump and his friends grew worried for him. yet, after a while, he came to accept it and tried to make peace with his life as it was. he put it to the back of his mind as best he could. but he’d discovered that the man his mother had been seeing over the past few years since he’d moved out to live on his own was abusive. so he killed him. everything the demon had told him risen to the surface and he’d asked himself does it matter if this guy dies instead of me? after all, kojiro was curious. he didn’t really want to die and he had wondered if the demon was telling the truth. to this day, kojiro doesn’t know what to believe but it’s much too late for all that now. he followed his mother’s boyfriend home and broke his neck in a dark alleyway. thanks to the magic he’d been taught growing up, he was able to ensure that nobody every traced him to the accident and, when the clock struck midnight on his twentieth birthday, kojiro broke down crying with relief.

he wasn’t dead. he still isn’t dead. he’d never wanted to die. over the years, the killing has gotten a lot easier. over the years, the answer to that question comes much quicker; if somebody has to die, why should it be me?

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dantelionwishes · 3 years

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I WANNA HEAR D'S THOUGHTS ON JEN'S QUESTION Spill the beans! You've even got me curious now!

“Do you think Rose is a good person?”

I’ll answer not just Jen’s question, but generally thoughts surrounding D and Rose’s relationship!! It’s gonna be long because I think about this a WHOOOOOOLE lot, and I seriously mean a whole lot,,, so read ahead!

btw, if you think Rose is a bad person and D hates him, that’s where you’re mistaken! IT’S MY STORY MY HEADCANONS SO IF U DONT WANNA READ THIS THEN DONT BRO HJASGJHASHJ

PRE-ETERNATUS, CHALLENGER ARC

Ive mentioned before, but D and the chairman had a fairly good relationship!!

In-game, rose is very interested in the player and talks to you a lot, so honestly not much changes here

D, in his challenger phase, is forcibly very loud and flamboyant. being overly animated and confident, he’s able to keep up with rose who likes to chat and banter with him

When d talks to people, he KNOWS he’s being over-the-top, which is why he feels very awkward doing it (when people point it out, it makes it painfully awkward and embarrassing for them. Point in case: bede and Marnie!)

Rose finds him a very interesting trainer and observes D a lot. Its not hard to notice how hard he’s trying, but rose doesn’t point this out and genuinely moves along with what D’s vibes are as to not make him feel any more humiliated

D is aware that Rose is playing along with his act, and thanks to this it really builds up trust like!! Oh the chairman isn’t making fun of me and genuinely finds me interesting and strong!!!! the chairman!! What a morale boost!!!!!!

Again, its genuinely (funny and) awkward when D is being his over-the-top animated self, and its easy to point this out (which most people do, from his rivals to other trainers, to even gym leaders) but the only people who dont actively point it out AND act along would be his mom, hop, Leon, and rose!

in addition, D has a pretty high-pitched voice so its easy to tell he’s trans?? He was worried he was going to be misgendered by such an all-important person like the chairman, but was surprised when rose immediately was just comfortable with calling him a “young man”

Another cute trivia thing during this stage was that they both are wearing shades for their “incognito mode” and D even gives the chairman some fashion tips for the next time he goes out!

It actually pisses off bede with how much rose and d talk;;;;;; def one of the reasons why d and bede fight hhhh

The part of the plot where they head to rose tower, D was actually very against it in the beginning, saying that he could actually just try and call up the chairman if he wanted to! He tries and tries, but then starts to panic once he does in fact realise that something isnt right

Even after storming thru rose tower and defeating oleana, d eVEN TRIES TO INVITE ROSE TO THEIR DINNER (MY BOY IS THINKIN: A DINNER WITH HIS FAV PPL!! HOP, LEON, AND ROSE!! the only one missing would be his mom) ……….but r-rose dismisses it with a smile, saying maybe next time…………..

D is a meek, insecure person who is easily broken down, so he really needs a lot of support to keep moving sO JUST IMAGINE this baby boy who puts trust in someone suddenly goes batshit and you have to defeat them with ur own hands????? Wowza.

POST-ETERNATUS, NEWLY APPOINTED CHAMPION

OH BOY EVERYONE KNOWS HOW THIS FUCKIN GOES IF THEY REMEMBER MY FIRST POSTS JHASGJHHJAS

Ive already shown this via an illustration + a short Drabble, but its only after the eternatus battle that their father-son relationship is revealed

The game really doesnt show how serious the eternatus battle was, but for me: Leon was hospitalised for quite some time and wasn’t allowed to battle D until he healed up. At the same time, this gave D a lot of time to think about wHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED

I dont mention it, but this is where his gym leader au starts off from the canon timeline!! At this point, D is calling his mom or talking to hop or just locking himself up and is just generally in a panicked state where he feels like dropping out of the challenge, feeling overwhelmed with what just happened

ANYWAY IM HERE TO TALK ABT ROSE AND D but lets just say his Pokemon convince him to continue!!

at the same time of his win, gossip went around quick and not only is D now very popular for suddenly defeating the unbeatable champion Leon, but is actually the “villainous” chairman rose’s son!??!?!?!??!!

POOR SON BOY IS OVERWHELMED ONCE MORE, HELP HIM.

He actually escapes to the isle of armour + crown tundra as a way to give him time to think about this more (isle of armour: personal time for himself to think alone, crown tundra: chance to spend time with relatives he didn’t know he had)

OK GENUINE RELATIONSHIP ANALYZATION TIME:

After becoming champion, he really didnt go see rose at all, feeling a plenty mix of frustration, sadness, anger, betrayal, but!! his feelings dont simply surround the “oh the adult I trusted was actually bad and lied to me“ or “wtf hes the dad who wasn’t there for me and is the reason why mom is alone how dare he” IT REALLY WAS A MIX OF BOTH HGHHGHH

But its BECAUSE he was close to him in the first place that he knows rose wasn’t just….straight up a bad person or a villain

The important part here was that rose and D were close during the challenger part, and our lad had a lot of time to think about how he was simply a good, misguided man

rose is very passionate about the things he cares about, to the point of doing anything and everything for them (ex. Awakening eternatus for Galar’s sake to the point of accidentally getting darkest day, or even working hard for Miriam’s sake to the point of accidentally never being there for her anymore)

Yeah, d talked to a whole lot of people to think this over. He learned what happened between rose and his mom while talking to her, and D also learned what happened between peony and rose to further understand what’s up!!

In the process, I like to think both Miriam and peony dont hate rose! D was also an important factor in helping the both of them realise and clear up a few things, and at least, in their minds, stay on good terms with rose

During both DLC arcs, D is silent at first but slowly n surely starts sending small letters to Rose :’))

YAY ACTUAL INTERACTION????

After a lot of thought on his self-journey, its safe to say that D had felt a lot more comfortable, finally talking to rose after the galarian star tournament arc !!

Ive mentioned before, but its not like D has to start from scratch since they had a good relationship as challenger and chairman beforehand anyway

D wants a dad! He does want to meet his dad, and at the same time rose regrets not making time for his lover and future family, so I’d say after pushing away the initial negative awkwardness they do both have the same, genuine goal in mind to talk to each other and build a good relationship with each other!!!!!!

Ive also said before but like ONE OF D’S FEARS IS…..”WHAT IF I MEET MY DAD AND HES TRANSPHOBIC” YKNO???? So knowing that rose already thinks hes already perfect in his eyes, IT REALLY DOES WONDERS TO A YOUNG BOY YKN O ?? ? ? ? ??

Uhhhhh honestly I really dont know how jail works and shit sO LETS JUST SAY D VISITS REGULARLY IF HES NOT BUSY WITH CHAMPION DUTIES!!!

Also I have nO idea what oleana means by “WHERE IS CHAIRMAN ROSE” cos like….iSNT HE JUST VIBIN IN JAIL??????? Lets just say he is sdghjjhsdhj

TL;DR

D had a lot, and I mean A LOT, of time to think about Rose. He does not have any ill intentions or feelings towards him, and the two have a hopeful, slowly budding father-and-son relationship.

#kamiart #i ansr #how dare you enable me #7.5k words..........THIS IS INSANE.#trainersona #chairman rose #Miriam (mum)#peony #there are so many words here I just hjjahsghjhjHJAJGSHHJSA #IS IT TOO MUCH #HAHAHAHAHAHA #I HOPE ITS GOOD LIKE #UH #CHARACTER STUDY KINDA #LMAO

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daiseukiis · 3 years

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Congrats on 100 my favourite crack writer!! 😜😜 hmmm what about a fluff drabble with Hinata and the word blanket! (I just woke up from a nap hehe) here's to a few hundred more people who recognise the awesomeness of your crack ✨🎉

notes ; AS I SHOULD BE YOUR FAVE CRACK WRITER 😤💕 i'm very happy yet concerned for the ppl that read my crack 🤡

hinata shoyo / fluff / drabble / blanket ;

⠀⠀⠀⠀THE MORNING SUN JUST SEEMED TO HAVE NOT WAKEN UP THE BOY'S DAYDREAM OF YOU.

spirit week wasn't really around the corner or anything, but hinata shoyo couldn't help himself but be reminded of the warmth the two of you shared last night. his arms around your figure, warm and cozy under the dimmed lights of the room as the tv continued to colour the walls with the mystical movie the two of you watched. he wants to hold on to you like he did last night, but of course such things couldn't happen when he's currently stuck at school almost half-asleep through the fist lesson of the day.

his mind only continues to drift at the nostalgia of last night's cuddling sessionー god is he glad he wasn't the only one that had nerve to show up to class with a blanket ( in actuality, it became a popular reoccurance when a bunch of seniors did it ). yet what made the one he grips to bring closer to his body was yours. it's special, because well; it belongs to you. you had forgotten it at his house last night so he brought it upon himself to return it to you in the morning, but ended up using it when he got cold from the breeze which came from hokkaido's end.

he snuggles closer to your soft blanket, sunset hues closed only to dream of you in his arms once more and the smell of her scent fills through his nose. oh how this lovesick idiot is so whipped for youー

"hinata!"

"she smells like strawberries!"

"what?"

it took few seconds to process along with the warmth that slowly disappeared from his short body to figure out what was happening. his body spiked up at the call of his name which caused the blanket he adores so much to fall from his place, but rather gained the attention of all in his class. hinata wanted to slap himself thrice because the heat forming on his cheeks was much worse than being hit in the face by a volleyball, featuring the king of the court.

'oh crap... i screwed up big time...'

let's just say, he thinks about you a lot from the smallest things to you.

DO NOT REPOST 、 MODIFY 、 CLAIM WORK OR LAYOUT AS YOURS.

#💮 ; mgq hundreed sleepover #✨ ; owly #oh damn was this a long drabble lmao #HINATA IS SO CUTE GOODBYE LEMME URGHHH PINCH HIS CHEEKS WHAT A BABY 🥺🥺#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu!!#hq!!#ハイキュー!!#hinata #shoyo #hinata shoyo #shoyo hinata #© mguqiis

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neokollection · 5 years

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Kissing Out of Jealousy

NCT U + Yuta

‘Can I request a NCT U kissing you out of jealousy?’

A/N: I’m sure there’s already a reaction of this, but I’m here to add another :^) This is assuming you’re dating for some members, but for some you’re not dating, they like you- THIS IS LONG BTW!! [Kinda more like a mini drabble per each member]

** Language, some suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ** ik some ppl don't find jealousy cute so don't read if you not into that..

Taeil:

Taeil wasn’t the type to get jealous easily or behave pettily- Rather, he was just protective at times and would feel he’d have to interject to save you from situations... Whether you were feeling uncomfortable or not- Yet a part of your boyfriend also felt slightly neglected, a faithful dog waiting on the other side of the fence with it’s tail wagging at the sight of it’s owner, even though it’s owner was petting the neighbor’s cat.

He called out your name in the hopes of getting your attention as he watched you and Ten staring at your screens before nudging each other continuously with a laugh to show the other a recent entertaining Tweet. He was all for you bonding with the other boys, but he’d missed you this week and throughout the day constantly stuck by your side. Placing the bowl of steaming popcorn upon the coffee table, he took his seat beside you on the couch, hand patting around for the remote he’d dropped there moments before.

“OMG- You have to show that to Mark,” Ten gasped, covering his mouth to conceal his wicked grin as he looked at the meme you’d stumbled upon of Mark’s shorts.

“Let me see,” Taeil added, not wanting to miss out and curious as to what was so funny.

He leant in, eyes flickering to Ten as he watched the younger lean back into the couch, thumbs moving rapidly upon his screen. Taeil listened amusedly as he heard your small chuckle in his ear, a smile gracing his lips as he saw your screen before drawing back partially.

“You’re amused so easily,” he chuckled, nose nearly brushing your own as he leant nearer, a hand shooting to your waist to tickle you gently.

“Says you,” you squirmed with a bright smile.

Finally, his forehead rest upon your own, his antics stilling as he closed the gap between the two of you for a quick kiss. Embarrassed about kissing so openly with Ten by your side, you felt a blush creep upon your cheeks as you pulled away shyly. You could have sworn Taeil’s gaze jumped from your lips to your eyes to Ten before he closed the gap once more- You let out a muffled chuckle against his lips as your hands went to the front of his shirt to slow him down and steady yourself.

“Ew- God- Could you not?” Ten whined in disapproval, scooting away.

You could feel Taeil’s smile against your lips before he drew back, eyes as lively as ever.

Smothering you and being that cute couple to show off and make others wanna gag, but not let you think it’s a jealousy thing-

Taeyong:

Easily, one of the most jealous man you’d ever dated. He had his share of insecurities that make him question whether he’s worthy of love and attention, and an anxiety about losing the person he cherishes the most... So, seeing your interactions with your old classmates made him feel even more insecure in the moment. He’d had a stressful and busy week and hadn’t gotten to see you much, merely late calls that usually didn’t last long because he’d coax you to go to sleep early since you’re busy as well. Meeting a few of your old high school classmates, totally coincidentally at Gong Cha was all it took for him to have a small internal freak out. He already didn’t like that they were guys, even more so that they’d known you longer than he had technically... He felt excluded- He always wanted to be a part of every part of your life and have you in every part of his- To him your soulmates and he didn’t like feeling as though someone had a leg up on him in regards to you.

“You look great! Wow- It’s been a minute, but wow-” one of your old classmates gushed, stunned by how you’d matured and glowed up through the years spent apart.

You gave a small chuckle in return, “I’m surprised you recognized me-”

“I mean how could I forget (Y/n)?” he joked, gesturing towards you, followed by a few hums of the other classmates beside him.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that- You didn’t think of yourself as too memorable of a person during high school. You’re boyfriend disliked it even more, a scowl etched into his features- He didn’t like not being in the know or what exactly the man meant.

“Well, it’s a small world I guess,” you wrapped up awkwardly, “It was nice to see you,” you added, able to feel Taeyong’s calculating gaze.

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of your tea, inviting Taeyong to ask whatever he was going to ask.

“Were you popular in high school?”

“No,” you huffed, “Not really anyway- I’ve already told you about my high school- I wasn’t even friends with those guys... I can’t believe he recognized me.”

‘You’re just too pretty to be forgettable’ was what Taeyong had been thinking, but decided to keep it in. He could still feel their fleeting gazes glancing towards you as they sat down in laughter- He didn’t like that... What were they talking about? You? Were they laughing about you? Who knew what prude remarks they were making.

“I’d have dated her back in junior year if I knew she was gonna turn out like this-”

Feeling jealous, protective, and anxious he stood, causing you to look up at him, “Where are you going..?”

“Bathroom,” he informed before bending down, his hand coming to cradle your jaw as he sealed your lips together in a sweet kiss- Lips tasting of caramel.

Your lips followed his own as he drew back, swiping his thumb endearingly across your cheek before giving it a gentle pinch. You pulled your face from his grasp at the action, playfully pouting at your cup of tea as he left the table.

“I know right-”

The voices got louder as he approached.

“Could you keep your voices down?” he asked, yet it wasn’t really a question- His tone and gaze icy and curt before he brushed past their table to the restroom.

Yuta:

Tossing in jealous Yuta because that’s hot-

You didn’t have to be dating Nakamoto Yuta for him to feel as strongly as he did. He felt like you were already his, his sweet, his dear, his precious- And he wasn’t going to let the world or anyone else take that away from him. You loved him as a friend- The two of you had crossed the boundary of friendship a few times with late night kisses and drunken texts- But there was something about his possessive nature that made you hesitant to progress any further with him. Just being his friend you felt like a prisoner-

“I have to drop by my brothers’ dorm to give him back his battery pack-” you began, halting as you remembered.

“I’ll go with you,” Yuta chimed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as his other hand pulled the drawstrings of the hoodie harshly, causing it to close around your face.

You stumbled into him mid-step as he did so, whining dramatically as your hands attempted to shove him aside.

“My brother doesn’t like you,” you interjected, pulling the hood free from your mess of hair as Yuta released you.

With a shrug he focused his attention on taming your hair, the action causing your face to heat.

“You shouldn’t go into the boys dorm alone,” he reprimanded, motherly as ever.

Jaehyun. Your brother’s roommate and soccer teammate of Yuta- was coming down the very path you were on the quad.

“Jaehyun!” you called out suddenly, happy to find a delivery man.

His eyes darted from his phone to you, his brows knitting together seconds later-

“Hey,” he began, slowly letting his gaze drift between the two of you before to your hoodie.

“Uh... Is that your hoodie?”

“I stole it from my brother- Don’t tell,” you chuckled.

Letting out a soft chuckle of amusement, Jaehyun shook his head, “That’s not your brother’s- That’s mine. I’d been looking for it all week-”

“Oh my God!” you gasped, dropping the tote bag from your shoulder, “I’m so sorry! I- It was on his side of the room... So I thought-”

“It’s fine,” he interjected, “It looks good on you-”

Yuta’s gaze narrowed at that remark and before he even had a moment to stop you, you were peeling off the hoodie and offering it to an astonished Jaehyun. You saw no issue with it, you were wearing a t-shirt underneath.

“I’m so so sorry! Also...” you began, picking up your bag, “Could you give this to my brother?”

“Sure-” Jaehyun nodded, scratching the nape of his neck as you pushed the goods into his hands before whipping around and grabbing the side of Yuta’s plaid jacket to bring him in tow with you-

“O my God... That was so embarrassing-” you rambled, feeling your face hot in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Yuta’s feet stopped moving, causing you to stop. He removed his phone from the pocket of his jacket before slipping it into his jeans, removing his coat.

“What are you doing?” you asked dumbly before catching on, “N-No, I’m not cold or anything-”

Silently, he draped it over your shoulders before his hands slid to the open front of it, grasping it before pulling you closer by the collar. His lips melded with your own, needy and passionate, jealousy brewing in his heart at even a simple encounter. His hands slid down to the zipper, zipping it quickly as he pulled away, your arms constricted, a smug expression on his face before he began walking again.

“H-Hey! GET THIS off me!” empty sleeves flopping by your sides as you hobbled after him.

The type to give you a little taste of his cold shoulder and reprimanding you for being careless [about making him jealous basically].

Kun:

Respectful and mature bub who wouldn’t do anything unless the two of you were dating, and for a while.

He couldn’t understand why Xioajun was so clingy towards you- I mean... He understood it in a sense since he was also in a way- But it was different. You were taken- Xiaojun should have taken a hint from him by now. Kun was constantly swooping in to interrupt the too of you, the hint of a small grin gracing his features each time to hide his unkindly thoughts towards the younger.

“Does Xiaojun bother you?” he questioned, watching as you pulled on your socks from the doorway of your bedroom, his shoulder resting against the frame.

“No?”

Cocking your head to the side, you couldn’t understand what Kun was hinting at or why he was asking.

“He’s always around you...”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “We’re friends.”

You stood, ready to pass by your boyfriend and slip on your shoes by the doorway, yet he didn’t budge.

“Well...” he began, “I don’t want to sound ...clingy, but I don’t like it-”

“There’s nothing to worr-”

You were mid-roll of your eyes, when he cut you off, his warm hand enveloping around your own, “You’re mine, right?”

There was a hint of something swimming in his chocolate gaze, as if a saddened part of him needed reassurance.

“O-Of course,” you admitted, blushing to yourself from feeling caught off guard.

“Then I have a right to be like this,” he added, voice softer.

You open and shut your mouth dumbly, not sure what to say in response. Yes? He to a degree had a right to feel jealous- But... There was really no reason to be jealous over Xiaojun- Tugging your hand forward gently, he drew you to meet his lips, lilting his neck down. His kiss was delicate, lips plush and substantial, but movements gentle and loving. Your knees felt weak, as if it was your first kiss again.

“Don’t worry about it,” you nearly whispered as he drew back, “I’ll try to be mindful,” you added, referring to distancing yourself a bit so Kun wouldn’t get the wrong impression again.

“We’re going to be late...”

Doyoung:

You drew back to take a breath before your lips were smothered again, his nostrils flaring in anger and also the need for oxygen. You whined gently against his lips, attempting to pull back once more. You panted, out of breath before placing a hand on Doyoung’s chest to keep him at bay.

He leant back over the center console, resting his head back against the padded seat. Finished clicking in your seat belt you looked at him.

“When you dress like that,” he began, nodding forward, “guys get the wrong idea.”

“N-”

“Like thinking you’re single and something for them to ogle at,” he added, cutting you off, “You have no idea what kind of sleaze bags were looking at you and what they were thinking-”

His fox-like eyes flickered back to you, taking a moment to glance at the obvious cleavage you’d put on display.

“I dressed up for you- I just… I wanted to feel sexy and make you-”

“Make me what? Upset?”

“No! Proud to be with me- To be attractive to you…”

Raking a hand through his hair he let his gaze fall upon your own.

“Don’t you get it?” he began, jabbing the keys into the ignition, “You’re always attractive to me- I always want you- I’m always proud of you- But I want to be the only one to see.. You don’t deserve them looking at you like that and it makes me sick,” he trailed off, quickly casting his gaze forward as he pulled away from the curb.

You felt a tingle jolt along your spine at his words.

Ten:

He’d been giving you a snarky attitude all day; curt remarks and dismissive glances. Sighing for the final time as he pretended to ignore you, you let your tongue poke at your cheek in annoyance.

“Look at me,” you probed.

His fingers halted before smashing the pause button on his game, tossing the controller aside him on the sofa as he let out his own sigh, his gaze continuing to be fixed upon the TV screen.

“Why are you being like this?”

You hated how beautiful his profile was, the slope of his sharp nose and outline of his soft lips.

“Why won’t you even talk to me?” you added, raising your tone.

“If you want someone to talk to why don’t you ask Taeyong?” he quipped, voice laced with venom.

Huffing in exasperation, you let your hands fall to your hips.

“Are you serious?”

Finally… he turned his dark gaze towards you.

“Yeah,” he nearly shrugged, attitude as petty as ever.

“You’re such a child!” you shouted, unable to control your emotions as you stormed away, frustrated and wanting to cry.

He paused for a moment before standing.

“I’m childish?” he asked, tone brazen and perplexed.

You stopped, turning on your heel-

“Then what?” he questioned, “Is Taeyong the man?”

Before you could spit out a reply he grabbed onto your elbow.

“I’m the only man you should see,” he barked.

“You are my only man…” you murmured, hurt he thought otherwise.

Cupping your face, he pulled you into him, lips messily finding one other before passionately embracing.

Omg I hate this one…

Jaehyun:

Far enough. Was what Jaehyun had been thinking.

His jaw was set, his lips pursing each time his eyes narrowed slightly, causing one of his dimples to gently show.

Sure, it was Taeyong’s birthday, but that didn’t mean he had the right to flirt with you-

“Is that right?” you giggled, after listening to one of Taeyong’s stories.

Your fork idly toyed with the pasta in your dish as you gave Taeyong your attention. The rest of the lunch table seemed chatty, side for Jaehyun whom pouted by your side. His silence was slowly steeling your attention away from Taeyong as you began to worry.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment,” you interjected, glancing towards the bathroom.

Your plan was simple, take a break from Taeyong by using the restroom before retuning and turning to Jae to give your attention and ask what was up. As you stood Johnny began speaking to Taeyong, allowing you the perfect cover to escape. As you did, someone snagged you by your belt loop. Your forlorn boyfriend looking up at you with eyes you couldn’t place.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” you whispered, your brows furrowing in concern at his oddness.

He released you, standing himself to follow you.

“Why are you being so weird?” you inquired, rounding a corner with him.

“I’m jealous,” he admitted.

“Wh- How? What’s there to be jealous about?” you stumbled.

Instead of answering or explaining, he cornered you against the wall once the two of you were hidden from sight in the hall of the bathroom.

“Babe,” you began, your voice lowering.

Being under his gaze in such close quarters you felt trapped, trying to think of what he’d want to hear to be reassured. You bit your lip in thought. Warm lips clashed with your own, not too aggressive, nor gently. The breath that had gotten caught in your throat came out as a sigh against his lips as his hands slid from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your hips.

“We can’t do this here,” you nearly whispered, your lips brushing his own in temptation.

Ignoring you, his hasty lips met yours again, causing you to let out a small moan of protest.

“Oh- God-” Ten sputtered, shielding his eyes from the entrance of the hallway as he saw the two of you.

Your fist came in contact with Jae’s pec as he broke away from you.

...When you came back to the table you could feel everyone’s gaze upon the two of you, lowering your gaze in embarrassment as Jaehyun wore a smug grin.

Win:

Cold shoulders were never fun, especially when dealing with your best friend Sicheng. He sat several rows in front of you in the lecture hall instead of beside you, scrolling through his phone and clearly avoiding your texts. You bit your pen cap in annoyance as you stared at the back of his head.

“Maybe they broke up-”

It was a hushed whisper, but you were able to here it.

“Just go talk to her-”

Evidently Sicheng heard it too, his thumb having stopped scrolling and his ears perked.

“Hey,” a gentle voice said, taking the seat beside you.

“H-Hi,” you fumbled, baffled as to why Mark Lee was sitting next to you.

“This seat’s not taken, is it?”

“No,” you enunciated, making sure it was clearly loud enough for Sicheng to hear in an attempt to be petty.

“Cool- Well, uh, there’s this party at Alpha Delta Si later,” he began, “If you wanted to go, you could be my plus one- Honestly, we’ve had this class together all semester and I thought you were cute-”

You were flattered by his invitation, but frat parties weren’t really your scene.

Glancing over his shoulder at the encounter, Sicheng was caught by your gaze.

“Oh- Uh, I’ll have to think about it, parties like that aren’t really my thing-” you declined politely.

“O-Oh,” Mark nodded, retracting to his seat in thought as the professor entered.

The entire lesson you and Sicheng fumed with thoughts of each other, unable to concentrate. The lesson seemed to end in record time, not that you were paying attention.

“So, um, if parties aren’t your thing we could do something like uh... get ice cream, or-”

Once you’d stood to stuff your belongings in your bag, Mark was back at it again. However, your sleeve was yanked by the ever so thoughtful Sicheng, pulling you from the row and tugging you up the stairs of the lecture hall. You stumbled after him dumbly until he shoved the door open with such force you were scared for a moment.

“Stop-” you shot, pulling from his grip.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem? I thought you-”

You could feel the gaze of several classmates in the hallway, feeling embarrassed. Behind you, Sicheng saw the door of the lecture hall swing open with none other than Mark and Jeno, his eyes narrowing as he caught Mark’s gaze. Swooping in, his hand clamped over your forearm to pull you to meet his lips, his blunt nails digging into your sweater. He was overwhelming, figure looming over your own, hasty lips pushing against your own, you felt lost in your shock.

Jungwoo:

“Let me up,” you huffed for what felt like the fifth time.

A hum of disapproval left the boy who’d constricted himself around you.

“Woo- I’ll be late for my shift...” you tried, sighing to yourself.

“Don’t go,” he murmured.

“I have to go- My supervisor will be mad if I’m late again...”

“Your supervisor,” he began, sitting up, his fluff of hair bouncing, unfit of his narrowing eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“It doesn’t matter if you like him or not-”

You struggled in his hold, but he draped a leg over your hips to bar your escape, hugging you closer.

“He’s creepy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed with an airy chuckle, “But that doesn’t matter, I need to keep my wage-”

Rolling on top of you, you let out a whine under his weight. Cutely, he blew the hair out of your face, not daring to remove his hands from wrapped around you for fear of you escaping. You giggled and writhed at his actions, shaking the hair from your face. He plopped a soft kiss upon your lips, smothering your own before drawing back momentarily.

“Don’t go.”

His lips didn’t give yours time to spit out a retort, softly melding with yours with passion. Had it been any other day or any other occasion, you would have skipped whatever event there was to stay with him, but you couldn’t miss today... Shaking your head to shake his lips off your own, he groaned against your lips, unrelenting. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of anguish against his lips, following it with a low whine. He bit your lip in retaliation gently, shifting on top of you as you squealed and wiggled beneath him.

“You’re being childish,” you gasped, nostrils flaring with the need for air.

Lucas:

“Baby-”

Yukhei’s deep voice reverberated through your being as his lips brushed your ear.

“Why are you watching that?”

In your defense, you hadn’t searched for it, rather it was in your suggestions and you just so happened to be curious by the amount of views it had. A Doyoung, Boss focus cam- Nor were you expecting your friend-with-benefits to be up so early... He usually slept well past ten.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you partially lied.

“Do you like him?”

“Uh,” you stalled, glancing over your bare shoulder, “It’s not like I know him-”

“I mean,” he corrected, “Do you think he’s sexy?”

Your expression morphed into one of confusion at his most likely horny what-the-fuckery. If you said yes would he set up a threesome?

“Yeah.”

A warm hand slid over your bare arm, trailing to your shoulder before moving to your throat. He didn’t like that answer- Though the two of you weren’t official, he had real feelings for you- Which is why he called you baby, and told you to stay the night when you’d start searching for your clothes the night before...

“What about me?” he groaned gently.

Dropping your phone aside, you rolled over to your side, your hand going to his wrist to stop the growing pressure he applied.

“Yeah, you’re sexy,” you rolled your eyes, knowing he was immaturely jealous.

“Am I sexier?”

He drew you closer, his nose brushing against your own as he awaited your answer.

“I’m not sure,” you teased, withholding a giggled at how his eyes widened.

He let out a chuckle too, able to catch onto your teasing attitude.

“I must be since I’m the one with you and not him,” he muttered with a smile, rolling over on top.

His lips claimed your own in an arduously slow kiss, his hand fumbling to reach over and turn off your phone.

Mark:

Alone, in bed, on his phone- Mark’s evening was rather bland. He’d been on a call with you while you’d been getting ready to come over, content with just listening to your voice.

“Why do you take so long to get ready?” he questioned with a sigh, “Just come over already.”

“I have to look good,” you countered, “You said Johnny was home...”

And here it was, the recent reason for Mark’s despise of Johnny Suh, one of his closest friends.

“Bro- So what... You’re coming over to see me, not him-”

That was true-

“Yeah, but if I do see him-”

“Whatever, just hurry up,” Mark complained, his tone snappish as he hung up.

It was hard getting friend-zoned, let alone having the girl you like be into your best friend instead.

Fifteen minutes later you were checking your reflection on your phone before the door, collecting yourself before ringing the doorbell.

Answering it, Mark felt his heart clench- You looked ridiculously cute, glossy lips, curled lashes, slight wind-blown hair, and the oversized Puma hoodie you’ d bought last week to match your leggings. He wish you were getting all dolled up for him, causing a pang of jealousy to stab him.

“I’ll pay for delivery since you paid last time,” you remarked, stepping through the doorway to remove your shoes as your eyes searched for the giant of your affection.

Yet he was nowhere in sight... Making your way to Mark’s room with your bag, dropping it to his bed and plugging your phone into his charger. You heard the distinct sound of the refrigerator opening, bottles rattling- Perhaps it was Johnny. Turning on your heel, you planned upon seeing whom it was, but a Mark Lee was blocking your path, having just entered the threshold of his room.

“Lemme see,” you pried, your brows furrowing as he closed the door behind himself.

“It’s Taeil,” he lied, knowing what you were after.

You still wanted to check for yourself, even give the senior a greeting.

“Uh, let me through,” you paused as Mark remained in his spot.

“Why’s it always go to be about him?”

“I- What do you-”

“You know what I mean,” he interjected, raising his voice, “All of a sudden everything’s about him-”

“That’s not true,” you tried, folding your arms defensively.

“Yes it is,” he retorted, taking a step toward you, his bad attitude and mood nearly radiating off his figure, “We can’t even hang out like we used to because you’re always preoccupied with him-”

“I can’t help that I like him!” you shot back.

It took only another step and Mark was in front of you, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his nose brushed yours for only a millisecond- You couldn’t contemplate what was taking place and before it registered, his lips were on your own, sticky lip gloss transferring.

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theharellan · 5 years

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* GETTING TO KNOW THE MUN :

NAME : tas NICKNAME : tas IS a nickname FACECLAIM : i’ve used amaterasu for a while (my nickname in rp used to be ammy) but now i’m using my pikachu from pokemon let’s go. her name is slash, which is a legacy name i’ve used for my pikachu since i first played pokemon yellow, and THAT pikachu was named after a kid in this n64 game called snowboard kids or something like that PRONOUNS : she/her HEIGHT : 5′6 BIRTHDAY : september 24 AESTHETIC : cats doing anything. grey coastlines. mountains. i’m also a big fan of the casual flapper look, though not as big a fan (for myself) of the fancy sequined 1920 look. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO : while i was doing job apps yesterday i jammed to the complete harvest moon: a wonderful life soundtrack FAVORITE MUSE (S) YOU’VE WRITTEN : solas probably? like through this account i not only met a lot of cool and wonderful ppl who have bettered my life, but i’ve better understood myself and my own morals. also i just have a lot of love for solas as a character despite his flaws. you have to have a lot of passion for the character to be around for as long as i have, especially with the solas fandom/hatedom being as tiring as it is.

* GETTING TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT :

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE : i made this account like right after i beat temple of mythal on my first run through of da:i back in 2014. by that point it was pretty obvious solas was more than he seemed and i figured whatever it was that i wanted to write it. i had finished masked empire literally a week or so before da:i came out so felassan and the agent of fen’harel thing was fresh on my mind, so i thought he likely was a) ancient and b) potentially another agent. ironically the latter is the conclusion the viddasala comes to in trespasser. anyway his banter in mythal and around the game rly sold me on him, and as a character he really drove home stuff that da2 had set up with merrill (namely the nature of spirits), along with cole (i had not read asunder btw). and as i got to know him more i just rly appreciated the critical nature of his character. there’s this one faulkner quote i learned from GRRM/the asoiaf fandom: “The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself” and i think that describes a lot of what i find interesting in solas. he’s very much in conflict with himself throughout most of his journey, well before da:i and even the creation of the veil.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE :

his thoughtfulness. like, we all know solas is capable of being an ass and often falls short of true understanding, but when he does nail stuff he rly nails it. i think this is best exemplified in his banter with a tal-vashoth bull where he figures out a distraction that also reaffirms bull’s trust in his own sanity. overall he has a pretty strong understanding of trauma, talking cole down from a panic attack, etc

also i unironically love the hobo apostate fashion. genuinely. it’s also the most comfortable cosplay i’ve ever worn, bald cap aside.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING : my rp partners. there’s a reason i rp rather than write fic skdjf.

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS : i love all sorts of threads. i like plotted and long-form so long as ppl are prepared to wait i’m SO SORRY ksdjf and i also like banter. it’s easier to write especially when i’m going through a period where writing anything i like is difficult, and keeps me writing.

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE : sometimes the perception of him in fandom bothers me when i feel like it’s being applied to my solas. it’s why i’ve grown a little wary of hostile threads, oftentimes it feels like sb isn’t talking to/about my solas but their idea of solas, which would be fine if it didn’t feel like i was mostly being reduced to some kind of verbal punching back. also as i noted i’ve had better luck writing shorter things lately, and writing drabbles has been a struggle when i have so much old stuff waiting that it feels selfish to write for myself. also when a lot of stuff gets dropped at once (generally b/c there’s a wave of accounts that quickly vanish) it’s pretty disheartening, esp if it was stuff i was excited about. so like, most of my struggles are self-motivation issues, besides the aforementioned times where i feel like ooc perceptions get imposed onto me when i write canons.

TAGGED BY : no one but i stole it from @mercysought

TAGGING: @theshirallen, @hopewrought / @resurre-ct, @felandaristhorns / @deathsreflection, @tallowes, @ofthedas, @snowmcid, @valorcorrupt.

#( about me )#( ooc )#[ i'll do this on my multi in a bit b/c... i wanna ]#( mod notes )

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renjingujifortheladies · 5 years

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**update**and happy fall ;) guidelines

im going to reschedule my blog time. i will delete the app from my tablet because it makes me obsessively refresh and feel like its broken in some way. when its not.

ive been only realizing this now but i had close to 1000 subs (even tho most of them inactive or moved or personal blog who followed me once and idk stayed?) and now i have 800 something. its not the number that bothers me but the fact that these are all those nasty nude girl bot blogs... i really dont care about the number since i myself follow like 30 ppl at most

i checked the last 3 month activity and in june i had 50 reblogs on threads which is not too shabby in july i had 28 in august i had 5 (granted i was off for like two weeks) and since the beginning of september i had 9 (i also counted in the inbox replies i did)

i dont know how anyone is with it but i follow very few people and i even go back to the day before and recognize where my dash was when i went to bed. its compulsive and its bad because i get myself hyped up then i feel shit when i scroll past so many threads that has nothing to do with me. and im not about that. im about the fun and im glad others are having fun. i also remember sending out memes but dont remember to whom and how many. if it was excessive im sorry and if yall dont feel like answering just drop it and delete it. same goes for threads if you wont feel like something anymore tag me into a thread drop post and the thread and ill just like it and stop waiting on it.

and this is me saying literally that i have nothing better to do then sit and refresh when i could be (and should be tbh) doing something else. im not being negative about it but i feel like its pointless for me to reblog inbox meme compilations and the like.

it starts to feel like less as a hobby then a device to torture myself because even over extended period of time i dont get anything. and when i do its unhealthy how hyped i get about it and drop everything i do to reply.

i think about my ships even though i wait sometimes months for a thread to move forward. i dont lack in ideas and even tried to do just drabbles but i got scared of those even because i think what if the other party will think i interpret their muse in a way they wont portray and drop me completely. (i did get shit for that a long time ago)

i dont write headcanons even though i think of them often because most of my muses dont even get requested and if by some miracle i get to try them out its literally 3 notes in and never hear from the new partner again. also if i do introduce myself to new blogs i follow and ive stressed this before so many times.... if i get ignored i get pissed. i get pissed if someone follows me then i follow them back and even chat them up and they ignore me unfollow me (without my dumbass noticing because im not about the numbers) and i like their starter call because they are still on my dash and then they spat out a “mutuals only” message i loose my cool.

i love the people i regularly play with and the reason why im so hesitant to even accept new followers or follow someone when the mood strikes is exactly because im at the end of my rope here. i dont want to hate coming on here because new people ruin my experience and then my friends who actually do bomb threads with me have to deal with my sour ass because others pissed me off.

so long story short;

*dont expect me to give you more than 3 weeks waiting time to interact and get something going on if you are new, * ill come online once a week do all my replies put them into queue and maybe at the most lurk and reblog pictures tagging my partners whos ship it may concern * i wont reblog inbox one liner meme anymore. its pointless and just makes me get upset with myself. (although i will participate in tags if someone tags me) that being said my inbox is open (and empty) and everyone is welcome (yes anon is also welcome) * i wont put out and wont like starter calls. those are the things that break my spirit the most. i dont need a starter to have 3 notes in and never continued. * i WILL literally drop a thread if i write an extensive reply and get like at the maximum 3 lines of reply. that is the biggest disrespect in my book and im done making exceptions even if we are years long partners. its just rude and you can move your brain a little to write more than a paragraph. * i WILL block you if you ask for a starter and let it sit after 3 notes in because fuck you thats why.

i hope you all have a lovely day or night wherever you are , stay safe and stay hydrated. eat fruits and sleep lots. 💝

#ooc #guidelines

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hcneymilkks · 5 years

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Bestfriend! Kim Sunggyu (INFINITE)

- mKAY so like ppl are probs like why this sir and LET ME TELL YOU SMTH...Kim Sunggyu is literally so handsome and lmao I would love him as a BFF but I know already that I will be given lectures and scolded at ahaha

- also because I miss INFINITE a lot

- trust me y’all will like this or else I’m throwing y’all into the gutter.

- wow my first drabble of 2019 what a great start to life

- ^^ jk i skipped out on studying to write this mr sunggyu wouldn’t like this.

- ANYWAYS

- o right, it’s based on this random dialogue prompt I found on Instagram:

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t care. Shut up.”

- this sounds like me and one of my guy friends who I call a grandpa....honestly grandpa Gyu is ikonic so that’s why we use him MKAY

- ANYWAYS

- bff’s with Infinite YeS please

- Golden Child too girl ya living the dream

- younger sister of Sungyeol and Daeyeol so of course music was in your blood

- ofc you were debating on becoming a trainee but then you were like “psh I don’t even do school work it’s too much effort.”

- so you instead support your annoying brothers on the sidelines...sometimes backstage on music shows where you see your favs

- the many times you come into Woollim entertainment w/ or w/o your brothers has been many times to the point that the staff knows who you are.

- heck may as well add in the CEO

- “yo idiots I brought food for you and mom is asking how you guys are.”

- ^^ what nice of a sibling you are.

- then again they call you names too so it’s natural

- chubs is their favorite one after watching Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo

- anyways skip skip to the good tea

- meaning this is where bff Sunggyu comes in

- so like Sungyeol’s group always practices in the same practice room and Daeyeol’s is the one beside it

- and like of course you have seen Seungyeol’s groupmates on t.v but not in real life..yet

- and what do ya do?

- yo bitchass here’s your food i brought extra for-OHMYGOD YOU’RE NOT SEUNGYEOL SKSKSK”

- “um....excuse but who u?”

- tryna remember who is who in ur brain.

- “mkay so my leader is Sunggyu, hes the oldest so we call him Grandpa Gyu. he looks small and has small eyes.” - award of the year goes to Seungyeol tryna describe his leader in the “NICEST” way possible to his confused sister

- “AH! YOU’RE GRANDPA GYU!” you pointing at him.

- cue dramatic silence and hysteric laughing

- “excuse?”

- “SHIT I MEAN UH HELLO SUNGGYU OPPA THIS IS FOOD FOR SUNGYEOL OPPA AND ALL OF YOU UYS IF YOU WANT SOME AND UH...BYE!”

- cringes at thyself and mentally scolds them for calling the well-respected leader Grandpa Gyu

- but that’s the start of a beautiful friendship

- on the other hand:

- “No I’m serious who’s that?”

- “It’s my sister Y/N. I guess she didn’t receive my text that I didn’t need her to bring food for me.”

- “Why did she call me Grandpa Gyu?” *cue little mouse leader Sunggyu angry mode*

- “uh...YEET!”

- another skip skip

- you come back again after apologizing profusely to Sunggyu in which he responds with;

- “Oh it’s no problem it has been dealt with already.”

- despite the nine? ten? year age gap y’all hit it off pretty well.

- “Y/N whatthehell I know how to send a text.”

- “Then tell me why it’s still in the unsent mode.”

- “...oh.”

- you teach him the new trends and in return you gain wisdom

- o man here’s a example

- “Y/N wat is a maymay?” -Christian Yu I kennat

- “huh?”

- “it’s spelled m-e-m-e.”

- “t-that’s a meme.” laughing so hard your stomach hurts.

- you ain’t ready for the wisdom part yet so it coming soon

- NICKNAMES ARE A YES

- “you’re old. I’m calling you a grandpa.”

- “what why?” although he small, he fight....But Sungyu wouldn’t hurt you

- “You’re literally legal everywhere...you passed the age limit like fifty years ago.”

- “Y/N i’m not one-hundred...not even close.”

- “still, you old and I’m still a child.”

- “I am not a grandpa you child. I run faster.”

- You look at him. “Not with those short legs I see. And only I can call myself a child”

- cue Sunggyu fighting the urge not to strangle you then and there. “I don’t care I’m calling you child.”

- here’s the wisdom part at: (texting version)

- GYU: Y/N, wehn u turn lgeal dont dirnk k

- GYU: is ad for u

- GYU: no dnrinking k

- GYU: u git no job. git eddicted ot it. si bad

- GYU: on do

- translation: Y/N, when you turn legal don’t drink okay. its bad for you. no drinking okay. you get no job. get addicted to it. is bad. no do.

- Y/N: Grandpa, are you drunk?

- GYU: on

- GYU: no*

- needless to say, when you reminded Sunggyu that you already passed the legal drinking age, he nodded and said “I know.”

- Seeing drunk Sunggyu would be so funny

- other than drunk texts, y’all have so many blackmail photos/vids of each other it’s impossible to still have space on your phone

- although you are close with the other Infinite members, Sunggyu is the person you go to advice for.

- “So if a guy likes you how do they show it?”

- “Y/N ask your brothers this...not me. Anyone else but me.”

- “No I asked both Sungyeol and Daeyeol once and they literally said chubs, he probs was looking at the window.

- ^^ cue Sunggyu scolding both Sungyeol and Daeyeol for saying something like that.

- Even if Sunggyu is sometimes harsh, he still loves you a lot and has officially (probably) adopted you as his own child adding on to the other six children he has to watch

- I ain’t letting Hoya go I’m sorry

- He honestly would protect you forever and would risk his life for you

- he be the older brother you never had

- JK you love Sungyeol and Daeyeol a lot but they be too much at times

- Oh, homework help

- “And then they did it like this but I don’t understand how we got this number to this number.”

- “Wait hold on this wasn’t how I was taught.” - Rip getting Sunggyu to help ya

- So instead of him helping you it goes like this:

- “Shut up.”

- “Y/N I said nothing I literally just breathed.”

“ Don’t care. Shut up. I need to concentrate. You’re no help”

- “If you show me how they did it-”

- “Sunggyu I just showed you.”

- Y/N that is not the way I learned it.”

- “well grandpa your way is ancient now, math is always changing.”

- “HOWTF CAN MATH ALWAYS BE CHANGING.”

- Heated arguments like this would turn into...laughter.

- Yup, there may be serious times but mostly, your guys’ friendship is filled with smiles and laughter and great memories you never want to let go.

- uh...I guess we can end here because i have run out of ideas mkay bye

-SKSKS WAIT i THOUGHT OF ONE MORE THING

- BONUS CONTENT:

- “who’s ur bias in INFINITE?”

- “Dongwoo”

- “wat why? Y/N I thought we were tight? You were supposed to be my ride or die.”

- “grandpa Gyu please don’t say those words ever again that’s not trending right now.”

-okay im done now bye

#infinite #kim sunggyu #drabble #k-pop #point form #bestfriend au

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