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tteokdoroki · 8 months

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❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ with isagi and any kink !!!!!!

☆༉ — YOICHI ISAGI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.❜

extension. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. public humiliation, free-use, voyeurism + fem!reader, nsfw.

things to note. RAAA !!! luna im sorry this is so late but i was excited to do this one pls enjoy i missed isagi saur much !!!! <3

your boyfriend, isagi, is sometimes prone to selfish tendencies.

being the japanese football league’s diamond in the rough and all-star player has meant that all the best and softest parts of him have become more rigged and hard around the edges. he takes what he can get, even if it means leaving other people behind — you have to be selfish to be at the top, it’s something that you understand.

your boyfriend is never selfish when it comes to making you feel good.

if yoichi can help it, he has you creaming on his tongue, fingers or cock at least twice a day when his games are at home. it’s almost double on the days that you visit him while he plays away or accompany him to tournaments. he can’t keep his hands off you, can’t stop himself from needing you or claiming you — his good luck charm. especially after he wins a match, even more so if he loses one. come rain or shine, isagi is selfish with how he teases and uses your body…even in front of his friends and fellow teammates.

“y-yo…yoichi s-stop!” you gasp, face hot and voice strained.

“stop? oh i don’t think so,” isagi growls, speeding up his skilled fingers as they dance over your slit and press his name into your clit. “i don’t think you want me to stop, precious. whatever happened to ‘yes, yoichi.’ ‘whenever you want, yoichi.’, hm?”

choking on your own words, the spit that weighs down your tongue as you drool dumbly from the pleasure — you relax back into your boyfriend, fluttering around the circumference of his leaky cock as it breaches your tight, wet walls. “good girl, relax for me. let me fuck that princess hole open, hm?” he kisses the side of your face, peering down between your soiled shaky thighs to watch the way you selfishly suck him in, your cunt dribbling slick down his shaft and balls. “i love you. so fucking much.”

isagi’s hands slip up your shirt, exposing your perky nipples, all hard for him, to the rest of the van to see. his teammates, your friends. as far as locker room talk goes, all of the blue lock boys know that you and yoichi have a particularly wild and active sex life — but they’ve never been around to see it. except for bachira, and sometimes rin.

from across the van you can see ten sets of eyes watching you as if you’re a fountain of cold water isn’t he middle of a scorching desert — a sweet mirage for them to drink in as if they’re dying of thirst. kunigami respectfully looks out of the window when he catches your teary bambi gaze, though he does nothing to conceal the fat erection he’s sporting. nagi writhes in his seat with pink cheeks and parted lips, the front of his joggers already soiled by his leaking cock. and if you squint hard enough, you can see the way that bachira already fists his painfully hard dick to the rhythm of isagi’s shallow thrusts.

shame intertwines with the lust that simmers in your lower tummy, coursing through your veins and spreading like a cloud over the thoughts in your brain. you like this, you like being watched while your boyfriend ravages you in front of his friends, cream frothing at the base of his shaft as it twitches inside of you.

you’d be absolutely miserable right now if you weren’t getting fucked a million ways to cloud nine — isagi’s hand on your blistering hot mound, spreading your folds and exposing your budding clit to the cold world and cruel stares. “‘ichi,’” you whimper pathetically despite bucking your hips down on him, chasing the delicious burn of his girth stretching out your sloppy walls as his cockhead glides over your g-spot. “i-ichi please…’m embarrassed… they’re watching!”

“what’s that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” he seethes, teeth sinking into your earlobe as he forces you to listen to the salacious, sticky sounds your pussy makes as he fucks himself into you. “listen to her cryin’ for me, you’re tellin’ me you want me to stop?” you can only imagine how long isagi would keep you on the edge of orgasm if you said yes.

when he was like this, fuelled by his excitement for the next match — he would get mean, toy with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. he twists his fingers along your sensitive clit you, winds you up from the inside and you let him. “you’re so naughty, baby. letting them look, pretty girl. you want them to see what they can’t have. what winners get when they play right.”

gasping, your head falls against isagi’s shoulder — followed by his breathy chuckle. his hands cascade along your body, pinching and pulling, tracing your dips and curves and scars. he might be selfish enough to take you in front of the people who know you more innocently, but he’ll still prioritise your orgasm over his own. he knows just what makes you tick, how to get your pretty hole spluttering and clenching around his thick dick like there’s no tomorrow.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” yoichi breathes hotly, his sticky fingers, the ones coated in your juices, coming up to grab your neck tenderly — guiding your gaze up to meet his feverish midnight blue stare. his cherry bitten lips slip into a soft smirk while he languidly rolls his hips into you — feeling your arousal slide down your slit, his balls and even between your cheeks to create a slick slapping sound with the intensity of his thrusts. “go ahead, you’re such a good girl. wanna see it, make me proud, ‘kay?”

that’s all you really need to hear before your vision starts to shake and your body siezes up all at once. feathery and high pitched moans bubble up on your wet lips, your hand tangling in isagi’s sweaty dark locks while he rocks into you through your high — your juices splash out against the seat in a never ending stream — only fuelled by the team’s grunts and accompanying moans from watching you cum.

“yoichi…” you whine, back arching away from his chest and hips lifting away from his.

his lips drop to your neck in a loving and reassuring kiss as his hands settle on your waist to pull you back down onto his aching cock. “so good, precious.” he goads condescendingly. “‘m right behind you, keep that orgasm going for me.”

it’s not long before your fluttering cunt is flooded with a pool of thick, white seed — tacky and warm against your ribbed walls. isagi muffles himself by biting down on your salt-licked flesh, panting happily against you as whe rubs approving circles into your hips.

a silence in the van follows, only interjected by the bother boys and their own highs. “s-she just lets you use her like that?” kunigami mumbles, red in the face and embarrassed by the fact that he just nutted to his best friend’s girl.

isagi wraps his arms around you, soothing your fatigue with sweet kisses. “i mean yeah, we talked about. it’s something she likes.” he squeezes you possesively as you drift off. “we both do.”

“lucky,” bachira grins sickly, tucking his own wet dick away. “when do we get a turn, isagi?”

“when you’re dead.” your boyfriend retorts, selfishly, which makes you smile sleepily into his chest. “she’s mine, and will only ever be mine.”

sometimes your boyfriend can be selfish — but you’re mostly grateful for it because it means your chest fills with love and warmth whenever he’s possessive over you.

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cheesiedomino · 2 months

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RentABoyfriend.com ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: you’re tired of being single so you to take an unusual route in helping with that— but what happens when you start catching real romantic feelings for your rental boyfriend?

genre: seo changbin x fem!reader | fake relationship/dating au wc: 5.1k tags/warnings: fluff, v minor angst, mild cursing, (kinda) nerdy changbin, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol usage, just overall very cute story dw <33

[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

“I have a date tomorrow guys.”

Everyone’s head instantly lifts up from their phones at this sudden announcement, collectively drawing their attention at you. You weren’t expecting all of them to gasp and swap such looks of genuine confusion. It’s starting to make you think maybe this situation was a lot more serious than you’ve bargained it out to be.

You couldn’t fathom it either honestly, the realization of you going out with someone probably won’t settle in until you’re physically on the date. Based on their initial responses though, you might regret everything you’re about to say, but it’s far too late to retract any of your statements now.

“No way.. with who??” Danielle is the first out of everyone to ask.

Taehyung chimes in as well, “Yeah, who’s the lucky person? They’ve gotta be something seriously special to be talking to you.”

Well, you suppose you could put it that way.

You already have a preconceived notion of what they’re going to think of this “idea”. Mentally preparing yourself to receive a flood of questions and critique from your close friends.

“Actually… I rented him. For the week.”

Now they’re all looking at you like you’ve officially lost it. The room got scarily quiet, no one wanted to be the first to speak. You should’ve anticipated on their reactions being like this, it isn’t everyday someone just openly admits to buying a partner online. Nowadays there’s a lucrative market for just about anything, when you stumbled upon an ad for this service called ‘RentABoyfriend.com’ you didn’t think much of it. You laughed the concept off at first, thinking how lonely people must be to buy someone else’s time.

But the ads kept popping up, they wouldn’t stop showing in almost every YouTube video you were watching— even one of your favorite YouTubers promoted them before! So one day you finally decided to check this website out, you wanted to see what the hype’s all about so you signed up just for shits and giggles. You weren’t expecting to actually be somewhat interested in trying this thing out, but after going through a couple different profiles and reading hundreds of positive reviews you were practically sold.

“You rented out a boyfriend..? Seriously ___? I mean, I’m not judging but you’re a gorgeous girl you can easily get a boyfriend without paying for someone’s companionship, I don’t see why you need to rent one.” Mark bluntly expressed his opinion, he was probably the most outspoken out of all of you guys.

Taehyung and Danielle both agreed in unison, it’s practically 3 against 1 at this point. You knew you should’ve waited to tell them but you weren’t anticipating on them being this judgmental about it. You were hoping for a little more support, as they’re all way more experienced than you in the dating scene and could lend some helpful advice about your first date, ever.

See, the thing is you’ve never tried dating before so you wouldn’t know the first thing about it or what to expect from your future partner. You’ve never had a boyfriend, let alone held hands or kissed someone of the opposite sex. Being in your twenties it’s kind of embarrassing to say you’ve never done those things, but you thought what better way to try it out than renting a full-on experience that can give you just that? Well minus the kissing part, but you can make it work.

You were skeptical of doing this whole ‘rent-a-boyfriend’ thing at first because you didn’t think there’d be anyone you’d find suitable enough. A big part of the reason that you’re still single is because you’re extremely picky, you want to date a guy who’s so perfect that he must’ve came straight out of an indie romance film. Your friends would tease you for having such unrealistic standards when it came to dating but you were the all-or-nothing type, you’ll be single with fifty cats before you settle for less. Renting a boyfriend is definitely an unconventional idea of easing into dating but you thought it might be worth a try anyway.

What’s the worse that could happen?

( 1 day earlier )

Hovering your cursor over the bold red text of the website, you read over the main rules before going on to select the person you want for your date.

‘The rules are simple:

You are allowed to see only ONE person at a time, if you want to switch boyfriends you’ll have to pay a $50 fee.

MUST be over 18 to rent a boyfriend, we have implemented an age verification system before the date as we do not tolerate anyone under this age to use our services.

NO kissing, or sexual intimacy allowed. If this is found out later on by our agency we will terminate your contract and ban you from using our services in the future.

Remember to have fun !! ^_^ Our services are great for people who are new to dating or have never been in a relationship. We provide the ~ultimate~ boyfriend experience to all our clients. Customer satisfaction is 100% guaranteed ! (NO REFUNDS)’

Well jeez… they seemed a bit strict but you can deal with those rules and restrictions for the most part.

After hours of skimming through hundreds of profiles, you have a hard time choosing which you like most. Did you want an artsy, shy kind of guy? The tattooed, bad boy aesthetic type? You really couldn’t pick one until you stumble upon a particular profile that catches your eye almost immediately.

SEO CHANGBIN | 168 CM | PART-TIME LIFEGUARD | 24 | *POPULAR ↝

5 Facts About Me: I’ve traveled to over 50+ different countries and counting (ask me which my favorites are), I can speak 4 languages (working on my fifth), love to sing and used to have a rap trio with my buddies from college, I can & will easily lift you up ;) also have a secret talent for cooking, there’s nothing I can’t do!

Why Choose Me? First of all, why not choose me? I’m the best candidate for whatever kind of date you need, something casual, social gatherings, weddings, you name it! I’m very social and can make most people laugh (unless they’re the literal Grinch reincarnated), I’m able to get along well with anyone and just love to have a good time. I hope we can get to know each other and make great memories in the future :)

Going through his pictures you couldn’t believe someone was capable of being this humanely attractive. Don’t even get started on those impeccable muscles either… He really had to sport them in every other one of his photos, wearing the tightest shirts to show the outline of his insanely sculpted frame. You might have just been mesmerized from his godlike visuals alone. They even had a Valentine’s Day deluxe package that comes with seven dates in total for half the price, which they specified was for a limited time only.

$600 later you’ve got a full week of dates lined up with the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in all your years of living. You should’ve definitely went shopping before considering all this because now you actually have a reason to get dolled up for someone.

You were so nervous about going on this date you almost cancelled last minute out of fear. Typing out several different elaborate paragraphs to Changbin on why you couldn’t make it. You didn’t have his real phone number, it was all through an app facilitated by the rental company that was included in the package. Even though you were feeling overwhelmed and practically shaking with anxiety about meeting up with a guy, you still forced yourself to go anyway. You didn’t just dish out all that money just to not show up and waste his time on top of all that.

Your rental boyfriend texted you the location to meet at, it was near a train station so you both could see each other out in a public open space. The outfit you wore was fairly simple, a black mini skirt with warm tights underneath and a cropped turtleneck sweater. You accessorized the look with some dainty jewelry, a thin scarf, and knee high boots to pull everything together. It wasn’t something you usually wore but you had certain clothes you saved for a special occasion like this.

Upon your arrival, you notice him standing near a vending machine and waves over at you with the biggest smile plastered on his face. You awkwardly wave back, giving a soft smile as you slowly walk up to him. He looks even better in person, you don’t even feel adequate enough to be in such a gorgeous man’s presence. No wonder he’s so popular on the site, he’s practically unreal.

“Hi, you must be ___. It’s so nice to finally meet you, might I add you look really beautiful today, I think you’re making my heart race just by looking at you. Happy Valentine’s Day!” Changbin introduces himself, buttering you up with some sweet compliments before handing you the most insane bouquet of roses you’ve ever seen.

You take the flowers and almost stumble backwards from how heavy they were, “Wow, thank you!” Changbin prevents you from falling, quickly coming up behind you to get your balance back.

“Careful honey, can’t have you injured on our first date!” He voices with concern, “I hope you love the idea I came up with, I’ve only been to this place once before but I’m sure it’s still as fun as I remember it, let’s go!” Eagerly grabbing your hand to begin the journey, he turns around again to examine your body language.

“You seem a little tense babe? Do you need a massage?” He asks in a concerned tone again, this is all really beginning to freak you out. You know this is what you signed up for but this was all starting to feel a bit too personal, all the nicknames and sweet talk he’s giving is just something you aren’t used to.

“Uh, no! It’s o-okay.” You shook your head, denying anything suspicious going on. Truth be told you were barely able to contain your composure right now.

Changbin keeps on insisting, “The massage is included in the package so you don’t have to worry about getting charged extra.”

“N-no it’s okay, really. I’m just nervous that’s all, sorry I just don’t meet up with guys…” you shyly admit, finding it hard to look him in the eye.

He nods in understanding, “No need to be nervous with me sweetheart. I’m here to make you feel as comfortable as possible.” The smile he flashes at you instantly makes you warm on the inside, he seems like a genuine, caring person. You think things might go well for you after all.

The rest of the night was full of only good vibes and laughter by the end of it all. Changbin took you to an adult arcade that had old video games like Pac-Man, Super Mario, and Space Invaders, the other side was a bar where people could sit, drink, and socialize. He bought all your drinks that night, let you use up most of his tokens and overall had the most fun you could’ve ever had with someone. He was so easygoing but also knew when to act super caring and would be all lovey dovey with you. He was gentle, nurturing, and could have conversations about anything. You loved that he’d randomly drop some interesting fact you never knew about, or talked about a certain niche topic that he’d go on multiple rants over. It didn’t feel like you were renting someone out to date you, it felt natural— like you’ve known him for longer than a couple hours. Changbin walked you home and held your hand the entire time, along with the flowers he provided a teddy bear and a heart shaped box of chocolates. If that didn’t scream boyfriend goals then you don’t know what does.

The next day you wake up to Changbin blowing your phone up this morning. You had over 26 messages from him, which was pretty excessive in your humble opinion. The first thing he said was good morning then he goes on to express how fun yesterday was and he can’t wait to do it again. He even sent a couple mirror selfies of him at the gym, ‘conceited much?’ You thought. But then again, if you were Seo Changbin you’d probably be full of yourself too.

For today’s date you wore a pretty red sundress that made your skin glow in the sunlight. It’ll definitely get him to compliment you even more— which you secretly love when he does. Changbin calls you before he heads out to the date, letting you know how excited he is to see you again. You couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot on the train as you made your way to the destination, thinking about what he’s planned for you two next. This time you’ll be meeting up at a park but you still have no clue what you’re doing.

Changbin texts you where exactly he is in the park, it was pretty huge so it took you a while to get to him. As you get closer you see him sitting on a large blanket by the lake, on top of it were a bunch of different foods and snacks scattered all around that came out of a huge picnic basket. You were speed walking at this point trying to get to him. His arms opened out for a hug and you lean right into him, what you didn’t expect was for him to suddenly stand up and lift you in his arms to swing around you like a doll.

“Put me down I’m scared of heights!” You squeal out in fear of being too high up in the air. Maybe you really should’ve taken the bio on his profile more seriously when he mentioned certain things.

Finally putting you down after minutes go by of you protesting, Changbin sits you back onto the blanket. He brought an assortment of breads, cheese, fruits, lemonade that he made himself and a couple seltzers. You’ve never seen anyone put such time and effort into a date before, even being here with him is like living in a daydream. He was definitely succeeding in making you feel comfortable, which is something you never thought was possible with men. He actually took his time getting to know you and didn’t sound arrogant whenever he talked about himself, Changbin was so different than other guys who’ve tried hitting on you in the past. He was actually respectful, intelligent, and could easily carry a conversation without long, awkward pauses.

He was literally everything you’re looking for in a guy. But you’ll be seeing him for this week only then it’s bye bye forever. That revelation makes you a little upset, but you try pushing those thoughts in the back of your mind. It’s irrelevant and unnecessary to think about. Yet you can’t help but wonder about certain things though, wanting to know more about his job and what it’s like on a daily basis for him.

“Can I ask you something? I need you to answer it honestly.” You say out of nowhere, hoping that didn’t come out as weird as you thought.

Changbin nods, “of course, shoot.”

“How many clients do you usually get?”

This question definitely catches him off guard, he’s never really been asked this before and he’s debating on if he should as it might be a breach of privacy.

“I don’t think I can answer that, sorry.” He responds in the nicest way possible, but deep down he wants to know why you’d want to know how many other people he sees a day.

You were going to push him a bit more to try and get an answer but you decide to let it go and just enjoy the rest of the picnic. You didn’t want to bring the mood down with your odd questions and/or end up making him feel so uncomfortable that he won’t want to see you anymore. It was definitely something you shouldn’t have asked but you were curious to know anyway. Overall besides that small incident, you had another wonderful time with Changbin and couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come any faster.

Changbin had a foolproof way of getting you to blush like a giddy high school teen whenever he texted you. He’d always refer to you as ‘pretty girl’ or ‘princess’ which gave you insane amount of butterflies. You loved how clingy he could get and would double text when you don’t reply fast enough, always needing constant attention from you which you never minded giving.

He texted you at around three in the afternoon, proposing his next plan for today’s date.

‘Let’s go out for drinks tonight, it’s all on me ;)’

You liked his message, replying that you’ll be there and put a series of hearts at the end. Speaking of hearts, yours is fluttering at high altitudes from the way you can’t stop thinking about your “boyfriend” Changbin. This has been better than anything you could’ve expected, you never want this week to come to an end. It’s only been three days but you’ve begun to grow feelings for him, they weren’t too strong just yet but they were most definitely there. You couldn’t let that halt you from having a good time tonight, you’ll have to accept it soon enough he’s not your actual boyfriend. He’s doing this because you paid him to, if it wasn’t for your money he wouldn’t be here right now.

‘This relationship is purely transactional’ you unfortunately keep reminding yourself of the reality you’re in. Psyching yourself out of this sudden somber mood that’s consuming you, distracting your pessimism by raiding your closet for some cute clothes to wear tonight’s date. After what seemed like hours of tearing your entire room apart, you decide to settle on this sparkly black mini tube dress, pairing it with a leather jacket and more platform shoes because you’re obsessed with feeling tall. Once it’s 7 PM you head out to the bar you’re seeing Changbin at, he was already waiting for you inside the place. Eyes instantly lighting up when he sees you coming towards him, just like he always does he motions for a hug, pulling you in tightly like he hasn’t seen you in years.

His hugs felt so cozy, like sitting in front of the fireplace on a crisp, snowy winter’s evening. You never wanted to escape the warmth of his arms, it was one of those forms of physical touch that felt so overly personal to you. The thought of him hugging someone the same way he hugs you slightly enrages something in your spirit but again, it isn’t your place to get genuinely upset over him doing his job. You’re not entitled to him exclusively, but you feel like if you keep this up feelings will only continue to develop. This wasn’t something you considered when going into this and now you feel like you’ve just made a huge mistake.

“You okay babe?” Changbin notices you acting a bit strange, choosing not to pursue it after telling him you’re fine. He knows something’s wrong but doesn’t want to mess up the flow of the date, instead he orders a drink for the both of you and switches on to a lighter subject. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow at that new centre that just opened last week. I need to buy some new AirPods, I accidentally lost one of them in a taxi..”

“Sure,” you nod at his suggestion, in desperate need of some new clothes anyway. “Sorry about your AirPods, that sucks!”

He takes a sip of his bubbly drink that’s now on the table, “Eh, it’s okay this is probably the fourth time this has happened so far.” This has pretty much become a regular occurrence for him by now.

As the date progresses, things continue getting better. You’re both laughing, engaging in much deeper conversation than ever before. You definitely had more than enough alcohol in your system by now, feeling congested and claustrophobic as more people came into the bar. Changbin takes note of your discomfort and asks if you want to get some fresh air outside, you wasted absolutely no time to agree.

While you two were outside continuing your chat about some wild conspiracy he read about online, Changbin’s attention was soon drawn to a different building nearby. Gazing up in confusion at his sudden outburst of excitement, you wonder where he could be leading you next.

“Noraebang!” He shouts loud enough anyone miles away could’ve heard that, he’s now grabbing your hand to frantically drag you along with him.

You were never one to carry a tune but Changbin was actually very good at karaoke and singing in general, he had such a lovely voice. You could seriously listen to him sing all night— which you basically did since you kept begging for an encore until it hit 4 am. That’s when you both decided to finally call it a night, you wanted to pay for the Uber since he’s paid for all the drinks and every other expenses for today. You felt bad because you were the one renting him to be your boyfriend yet he’s constantly shelling out money left and right. He still insisted on paying and ultimately won the whole debacle, making you swallow your pride and get into the Uber with him. Changbin’s definitely not just someone you’re going to forget about after this week is over. You dread the day this all comes to an end, wishing there was a way to relive these moments again and again.

“I’m a little under the weather today, sorry I can’t make it Binnie.” Your voice is hoarse from coughing and unbearable throat pain. You’ve already consumed half a bag of cough drops, throat lozenges, and random cold medicine you’ve found in your cabinets.

He sounds mildly disappointed, but springs back up with a new proposal, “I can come over and bring some soup if you’d like!”

You appreciate his gesture but still refuse, you know he’s only saying all this because he has to, not because he wants to. “N-no you don’t have to, I’m sure you can go see other clients today. One less person to worry about right?”

The call went silent for a minute, he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to such a deprecating comment.

“I don’t want to see other clients, I want to see you ___.” He sighs, unwilling to give up so easily, “I’ll be at your place soon, m’kay?” He hangs up before you could even respond or say no again.

You had no choice but to wait for Changbin to show up now. Before you got sick, the last two dates you went on were debatably the best so far. You had gone out shopping together, accidentally wearing almost the same kind of outfit. Changbin was wearing a white graphic tee with blue baggy jeans and you wore something practically identical. The two of you looked like a real, official couple and people would stare as you walked hand in hand, it really did seem like the perfect relationship on the outside.

You got even closer when he came over the following day, resulting in you two cuddling while watching movies and baking cookies. He’s expressed that he’s never been to another client’s home before but it wasn’t “technically” against any rules. The more you kept hanging out together, the harder it was coming to terms with the fact you’re actually falling for Changbin. He made every experience with you more exciting than the last, which he did exactly that night. When the cookies were done you fed a piece to him, making little airplane sounds as you do it, he eagerly takes a bite of the chewy treat and compliments both your efforts.

“These taste way better than I thought, oh my god they literally melt in your mouth. Try it!” He takes another cookie from the tray and feeds it to you this time.

There was something so overly domestic about that moment you couldn’t shake the feelings of wanting to kiss him right then and there. But you can’t. If you did such a thing you’d never be allowed to see him again, plus you don’t want to be known as that one creepy client who just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. As you were cuddling on the couch though, things may have taken a turn for the better… or worse?

Changbin would “yawn” at the movie and subtly wrap his arm around you, he’d subconsciously pull you in closer and it didn’t make it any better that you were under the same blanket. You weren’t complaining at any of this though, you were pretty much in heaven. It took everything in you not to look up and stare, gluing your eyes to the movie that was displayed on the TV. But as the night progressed you were practically snuggling up with him like he was your real boyfriend. The way he’d run his fingers gently down your back, soothing you in a way that could lull you asleep. His touch was the most relaxing thing ever, you were so calm with him and loved how he brought a side of you that’s never been shown. After this encounter you can no longer deny the way you feel— you are officially falling deeply in love your rental boyfriend, Seo Changbin.

The sound of your doorbell ringing alarms you of a new visitor, who was none other than your “boyfriend” waiting patiently outside the door for you. You feel and look like death itself, coming downstairs to answer the door still in your PJ’s and hair a disheveled mess. Every five seconds was interrupted with you coughing your lungs out, barely able to speak above a whisper. Changbin looks thrilled as ever to see you, even when you clearly don’t look your best he’s still coming up to hug you tightly. His hugs are always blocking off your airways from the way his muscles squeeze you, it’s even worse when you’re sick— practically gasping for air.

“Sorry babyy, I just missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and soon as you said you’re sick I dropped everything to go make you this soup. It’s a specialty I make whenever my friends are sick, the perfect remedy to cure my princess.” He goes into your kitchen to heat up the soup in your microwave, making you wait patiently on the couch as you’re wrapped up in multiple blankets.

Your body feels like it’s -2 degrees, you were freezing. The crazy thing is your thermostat was set to 80 degrees, it was definitely you that was the problem. He propped your feet up on the table, rested a tray in your lap and set the bowl of soup on top. Brushing a couple strands of hair out your face he looks at you intently, examining your symptoms as if he’s a doctor.

“It’ll be okay soon love, I’m here to nurse you back to health again. Can’t see my pretty baby sick like this, makes me all sad.” He pouts, giving you a soft head pat like you’re a delicate kitten.

He takes a spoonful of the hot soup, slightly blowing on it before telling you to open up so you can eat. You don’t know what’s gotten into you but you feel like he’s gone too far with all this. It’s not fair for you to continue on if it’s just become torture now. He’s practically dangling in your face that you’ll never have a partner as perfect as him in your life.

“I- I can’t do this anymore Changbin..” you say lowly, refusing to eat the soup he made.

“What do you mean? I’m just feeding you soup, it’s my duty as your boyfriend to-”

“This isn’t real… none of it is. I’m stupid for even doing this but I was lonely.. I’m sorry but I’d prefer something that isn’t temporary.” You cut him off to express your pent up frustrations, ready to be let down and rejected by him as gently as possible.

“Then let’s make it real,” he proposes without any hesitation, “honestly I stopped faking it around our third date, it was all me after that. I never said anything because well… this is my job and I’ve never fallen for a client before so this is still all very new to me..”

You’d be screaming right now if you weren’t sick, instead you’re internally freaking out at this confession, it feels like your hearts doing cartwheels and somersaults.

“Seriously?” Eyes widening as you look at him, suddenly your body heat rises and you know it’s not because of the soup or the layers of blankets that’s covering you.

He nods, “I thought it was kinda obvious when we kissed yesterday..”

Oh yeah… you forgot that did happen. You thought it was another fever dream you might’ve just made up in your head. You shared your first kiss with someone you deemed so special and important to you, someone you never would’ve guessed could come into your life and shift the entirety of your world like magic. There was no one else in existence you wanted more than Changbin.

“Doesn’t that mean you’ll have to quit your job? I don’t want to be the reason you stop making such good income.. I’ll feel so bad.” You knew deep down you didn’t feel that badly about him quitting to date you instead. It was just the thought of him leaving something he’s been doing for years behind all for some girl he’s known for simply a week.

He shrugs at your comment, “I’ll be just fine, I was planning on finding a new job soon anyway. It gets kinda old after a while, I felt like I was on autopilot most of the time. You were able to get me to open up and show my true self, I could never thank you enough for that ___.” Changbin couldn’t resist the urge to plant a kiss to your forehead.

After everything that’s been said and done. What you’ve come to understand is that love is learned, a development that takes time to grow and blossom into something extraordinary. Just like learning a new language or a musical instrument, we learn love from society and cultures we’re raised in, it’s a beautiful thing once we know how to cherish it. Your newfound romance with Changbin is something you’ll learn to cherish forever and ever.

[End <3].

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Can't Forget You....˚ * ꒰ঌ♱໒꒱ * ˚.ft. 1610Miles

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ingredients: Salt, tears, and no sugar

tws: Death, mention of blood

a/n: the 'what if' version of this story <;33

What happened?

Miles was always known to be a happy go lucky boy. But after the death of his girlfriend, there was nothing but a downward spiral. It was clear to everyone around him that he was deeply wounded and needed some time to heal, but what happens when he's left alone with the pieces and memories of everyone he's lost? When he's left with nothing but his reflection in the cracked mirror of Hobie's bathroom and a pretty pink headband of yours? I mean, nobody would notice if he was gone anyway, right? The universe would cruelly replace him with a carbon copy of some other chosen kid to swoop in and fight in place of him.

He was replaceable.

Hobie was the one who found Miles, floating face down in love-flushed water.

"Miles. Miles? Oi, mate c'mon y'gotta come out the bathroo-...MILES!? FUCK, FUCK!! C'MON MAN GET UP!"

There was no sound. He could still dimly see the panic of his close friend Hobie's face before the tiny black tunnel lost its only source of light. Unfortunately for Hobie, that would be the last time he saw those twinkling doe eyes peer up at him with nothing but love.

"HOLD ON, C'MON WE-...sniffle...WE GOTTA GET YOU SOMEWHERE, FUCK" Hobie yelled, scooping up the smaller boy from the rosé colored bathtub. He was limp and ice cold in his hold, and each step he took seemed to shake more and more life away from who he viewed as his little brother. The little conscious in his head knew that he was already gone, but that didn't stop him from hurling himself through the origami-cut portal and bolting through the halls of SpiderSociety in search of a medic. Someone, anyone that could help him. He didn't know if it was the fear in his lungs or the realization that Miles was too far into the ice to be pulled out, but he found himself losing control of his legs as soon as Miles was in a hospital bed, stretched out in an eerily inhumane stance.

And it didn't take long for the available nurses to pronounce Miles Gonzalo Morales dead upon arrival. His skin was freezing to the touch, his face vacant of any soul, and his usual tense and alert posture was now indefinitely relaxed and settled. Miles Morales of Earth 1610, Son, Boyfriend, Friend, and little brother to many, was deceased.

The news spread like wildfire, and Pavitr was the first one to speed into the medical wing.

His hair was a mess, he was still in pajamas, and he couldn't bring himself to stop crying. He was bitten by the grief bug almost immediately when he saw his best friend lying there in a red splotchy white tee. If it wasn't for Hobie's firm and almost painful grip on his shoulder, he would have deluded himself into thinking he was still sleeping. And deep down he prayed that he was, and this was some sort of fucked up coma-dream he got himself knocked into during battle. He didn't care how icy his body was, nothing stopped him from intertwining his hand with Miles as he attempted to communicate with his corpse.

"Hey, man! I-..sob..-hope you and Y/N are...happy up there! We-...we REALLY NEEDED YOU HERE, THOUGH" he shouted, earning himself a half-stern half-apologetic glare from a couple passing spiders. He wasn't ready to let go of the long nights he'd spend binging American movies with Hobie and Miles. Nothing in the world could have prepared him for the vacant and distant expression on his face. So he too, joined Hobie on the floor in a pool of depression.

The last to find out was Gwen

Now, it wasn't because she wasn't in the vicinity when everything happened, not at all. Nobody wanted to tell her because they knew how crushed she'd be. She broke down almost immediately, losing her footing in the process. No amount of healing could fix or mend the amount of trauma she'd been through in the past year or so. Her first Spider-friend killed himself alongside his beloved girlfriend, she was kicked out of her home, and she wound up betraying Miles over some dumb theory. If she hadn't reminded herself that you and Miles were watching over her, she would've ended things then and there. She trudged forward daily with the weight of the world on her shoulders, dedicating every single move she made to her two favorite people above.

They fell into a routine of bringing you and Miles fresh flowers, red hibiscus for him and pink azaleas for you. They never went back to 1610, dreading the day that they'd see an unfamiliar suited boy swing across the Brooklyn horizon.

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ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ HJS ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which your fandom drools over one of your guitarists, unbeknownst to the fact that he's all yours, yours, yours.

— PAIRING ੭ hanji x fem!soloist.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ slightly suggestive so mdn !!!

— FACE CLAIM ੭ bibi.

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_doolsetnet so grateful tonight, thank you n/n for letting me sing a song you've seen me put my blood, sweat, and tears into... You've changed my life for the better, given me friends and family I could've only dreamed of having, and a safe space to share my passion ❤ – and of course, thank you for all the cheer kyoto 🇯🇵 !

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Fic Recs Wrap Up March 2024♡(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*･:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

tissue of silver by fearlessdiva

A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Rec Post

The Piano by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony

He arrives on a boat during a particularly stormy day. Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didn’t know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways. Rec Post

Turn From Stone by harryromper @harryromper

Something happened in the hours after the final battle, after the evacuation of the living and the dead. As the last of the survivors left the castle, and as the castle itself turned its wounded back on them all. The loss of Hogwarts has been felt by their entire community. And it’s something that needs to be put right. Harry knows there’s nothing he can do to stop Hermione (war hero, historian, author of the reissued “Hogwarts: A History”) once she sets her mind to something. Even an extremely risky last-ditch effort to restore the ancient castle and lay its newest ghosts to rest. What he wasn’t counting on was her insistence that Draco Malfoy be part of the plan. Rec Post

With and Without You by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Harry and Draco realize that they’ve been living in the same building for the past five years, hiding from the Wizarding world in Muggle London for a variety of reasons. They grow unexpectedly close and Harry realizes that Draco’s relationship with his boyfriend is abusive, spiraling as he tries and fails to figure out how to help. In Harry’s rejection of the Wizarding world in general, he has fallen out of touch with his friends and his magical abilities, but has to reconnect with both in order to find himself again. Rec Post

Inevitable [Drarry] by violenttulips @violenttulips

After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues. Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungo’s Hospital. When they meet again, it’s clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival. But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and that’s not about to change now. Rec Post

Learn To Fly by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers. As far as Draco is concerned, that’s how it’ll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding. Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo’s, he discovers he is pregnant. What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change? Rec Post

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by korlaena @korlaena

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last? Rec Post

Denouement by the_never_was

Pale face in paler hands, he is devoid of color. He is only the moonlight. And he wonders if he’ll find the sun. A story about Draco entering a period of change that will either shatter him or enfold him into Harry Potter’s world. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ━☆ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･.*･｡ﾟ*:・ﾟ✧

Stalking Harry by orphan_account

Harry Potter is the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is a disgraced ex-Death Eater with emotional baggage and a bit of a crush.

Through His Eyes (I Am Set Free) by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Harry and Draco have a telepathic connection that remains unexplained in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds. Draco is assigned a mission by Voldemort to locate and capture the Boy Who Lived-- the trouble is that they don't know anything about him. While Draco struggles to gather information on this mysteriously absent hero, he and Harry start communicating again for the first time since they were kids. Harry continues life as normal until he discovers information which compels him to abandon his ordinary Muggle life with the endeavor to rescue and emancipate his only friend-- even if that means bartering with his own life.

A Private Reason for This by Femme (femmequixotic) @femmequixotic

When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn't expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart.

Consequences of Redemption by bobbirose @ominousflags

When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco--and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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It's Our Word Against Theirs (Alastor x FemReader)

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I love a good song fic, so without further ado here is my first fic right out of the oven. It's a nice fluff to get your day started I hope you enjoy it. Also please let me know (nicely) if i missed any trigger warnings <3

This story does use she/her pronouns

TW: blood, drug use, mentions of death, alcohol, swearing, & minor gun violence

words: 2,808

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The battle with the angels was intense; you could barely hold your own against them. However, you were willing to die a second time to save the people who have become your friends. Sidestepping to avoid an angel blade, your gaze goes to the roof where Alastor and Adam are in a battle. At first, you thought Alastor could do it—he was beating Adam to a pulp.

“Don’t you know radio is fucking dead!” shouted Adam, and a burst of light flashed through the sky. Alastor took a deadly hit. “No!” you shouted, trying to run after him, but another angel blocked your path, threatening to end your life too. There was no time to mourn your friend; you could do that later over a drink. Now you have to fight to save your own life.

In the aftermath of the battle Sir Pentious was dead, Adam now lay dead on the ground, the hotel was destroyed, and Alastor was missing. The only thing left of the hotel was Alastors radio tower, somehow it had survived the final battle and it now lay there as a reminder that your friend was gone. You fell to your knees sobbing, your friends, your home they were gone, this all could have been avoided if heaven had just tried to listen to Charlie.

Sadness rattled your body as you wept a soft hand gripped your shoulder, it was Angel Dust, “Come on girly, we can be sad later.” He said in a comforting tone, “We need to help Charlie rebuild her dream.” Angel was right, this was Charlie’s dream and you believed in her, you could cry later it was time to work and rebuild.

With a little help from Lucifer and a song the hard work paid off and the brand-new hotel was finished better than ever before. You hugged Charlie, and told her how proud you were of her and then excused yourself to be alone, “Hey! Where are you going sad eyes, aren’t you going to drink with us?” Husk shouted after you but let it go when Angel hushed him. You needed to go and cry for your friend, out of everyone for some reason you had gotten close to the radio demon, maybe it was due to your shared hate of the Vox or your shared love of hard liquor. Whatever it be, you had lost your friend.

Bottle of rye in hand the stairs to his radio tower creaked as you climbed them until you reached the door. Opening it and going inside the room was dark and smelled like dried blood, a heavy feeling weighed in the air. Frowning and tears coming to your eyes you set down the bottle of rye on a table, and you took it all in. “Oh, Alastor.” You whispered. Suddenly you became very aware of radio static filling the air, causing the hair on your skin to stand up.

“Smile, my dear… you know you’re never fully dressed without one…” You heard a soft radio voice in the corner whispered to you. “Alastor?” You said softly your eyes now adjusting to the dark you could barely make out a figure hunched over in the corner, his red eyes now meeting yours.

“Alastor!I thought you were dead!” you yelled rushing over to him. “Don’t worry, my dear, radio isn’t dead… it’s just resting.” He said, “It's just resting.”

You crouched down next to him; he was holding his chest, dark blood covering his clothing and hands, you could tell he was not okay. Alastor always held himself to a high standard; you were not used to seeing him so vulnerable and small. “Hey, let me help you,” you say, giving his hand a light squeeze and running off to fetch a first aid kit from the hotel.

A few minutes later, you were back in the radio studio, carrying a box of everything you could find. “I’m here, don’t worry,” you said, reaching him and softly taking his hand away from the wound on his chest. Alastor wasn’t used to this kind of compassion from someone; he had to admit it was different. He was used to everyone being afraid of him or doing what he said. But right now, right here in the dark of his studio, he was willing to accept the help. He didn’t want to die.

“I need to cut away your shirt,” you said. Your voice snapped him back to reality. “Your blood, it’s sticking to it, and I need to clean you up.” You knew he did not like being touched and you wanted to make sure he was comfortable before you began.

He gave you a little nod and let you cut away his dress shirt, trying your best not to hurt him even more.

Bandage after bandage you tried to patch him up, Adam had definitely done a number on him, but finally the blood stopped soaking through the bandages, and you knew he was going to be okay. It wasn’t the best bandage job in the world, but it would have to do. “You need to change these in the morning and before you go to bed,” you said softly, giving him a pat on the shoulder and standing up to leave. “I’m glad you’re okay, Alastor,” you said, flashing him a smile.

Alastor watched as you began to leave. Why did he want you to stay? Was he lonely? Certainly not. But something about you there alone with him made him feel better. “Ma chère, would you mind staying with me for a bit?” he managed to squeak out. You turned and smiled this just confirming that The radio demon actually enjoyed your company.

Taking the bottle of rye from the table, you sat back down next to him. “And what are you going to do with that?” he asked, watching you pull on the cork of the bottle. “Drink it,” you replied, getting the top off and taking the bottle into your mouth, drinking down a few gulps. ‘Liquid courage,’ you thought as the liquid burned at your throat, going down into your stomach, warming it slightly. “And what are you going to accomplish? Are you going to get drunk and lose all your senses?” he chuckled, nudging you in the ribs. “I’m celebrating the fact that we are not dead at the hands of those winged fucks,” you laughed a nervous laugh, pushing the bottle into his hands and making him drink with you. He drinks, and the two of you sit in silence.

It was silent for a while. You had to admit even though the two of you were somewhat friends, he did make you slightly nervous. You took another sip and cradled the bottle for a second; the liquid courage did help loosen you up a bit, and now you hated the silence that was spread between the two of you. “Do you ever miss being alive?” you whispered softly, cutting through the stillness of the room. The question caught Alastor off guard. Did he miss being alive? No, but he missed his mother and the smile she always gave him; he missed when she would kiss his busted knees as a kid. But he did not miss being alive. Living was a cruel thing, and in hell, he was finally someone.

“To tell you the truth,” Alastor said, “I do not miss being alive. I didn’t enjoy it.” You looked at him, processing what he just said. “I get what you mean,” you leaned your head back on the wall, “My life was a shit show, but I do miss it sometimes.” He took the bottle from you and drank some more. If this was the conversation the two of them were having, Alastor needed a bit more to drink. “Oh yeah? Even the awful parts?” he said, taking a rather large gulp and wiping away alcohol from his chin.

“Yeah, I mean, I miss the sun hitting my face in the summertime. I also miss going to dance clubs; the 80s were fun,” you said in response to him. Alastor laughed at your response, not in a mean way but in a way that agreed with you. “Oh yeah, a dance club is where people go to listen to music and dance,” you continued on, making a jab about his age and nudging him with your elbow. “I know what a dance club is; we had them back in the day. We just called them something different,” he responded, a little annoyed that you were using his age against him. “I’m sorry,” you laughed more, “I just assumed since you are definitely from the 1920s, you didn’t know the ways of the future.”

“And how do you know I’m from the 1920s?” He responds by giving you a sly smirk, “I mean, the way you dress, the way you talk, and don’t even get me started with you trying to use any electronics.”

“You got it on the nose, my dear. I guess it is kind of obvious. I do not know how to use a cellphone to save my life.” He smiled at you, the air around you both feeling lighter.

You had always liked Alastor, the way he presented himself down to the way he talked. At first, you thought it was just admiration for the man; you had to admit he was ‘the cat’s meow,’ as he would say. But over time, as you got closer to him and your friendship blossomed, that admiration turned into a crush. You didn’t want to admit it at first; ‘he’s the radio demon for crying out loud!’ you would think when your heart would give that little pang when he walked into a room. Love does have a funny little way of showing up, though, so you had to admit you loved the radio demon. When you thought he was gone for good, it felt like your heart was breaking into a million pieces.

“I’m happy I found this hotel, you know?” you said softly, breaking the newly formed silence. “My home life when I was alive wasn’t great; I mean, my parents weren’t abusive or anything they were just socialites who would do anything to make themselves look good, even resorting to lying to keep up our appearance.” You began to tell Alastor, a little embarrassed actually, “You know,I nearly wrecked my life three times; three times I went crying to my parents, I begged them to make it all go away. Three times they fixed my mistakes, and it didn’t matter who got screwed or who they paid off. To them, an inconvenient truth could easily be erased.” You looked over at him; he looked back at you, listening to every word you had to say. It was the first time in a while someone actually seemed like they were interested in talking to you.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to talk about myself,” you uttered, feeling bad that you kept spilling things about yourself that he didn’t ask for. “It’s okay, my dear. I like learning about you; it’s nice because we are always with the others and I don’t get to see this side of you much,” Alastor reassured you, giving your knee a little pat, “I miss my mother,” he said, “I haven’t told anyone that actually. But I miss her very much; she would make me the best jambalaya from scratch and always believed in my dreams of being a famous radio host. It’s a shame I left her too early.”

“Do you remember how it happened? Dying, I mean,” you choked out, not able to filter your words anymore. Alastor was silent for a few moments, looking away from you for a second, trying to find the words to answer. Finally, he spoke about the subject that he had avoided telling you for so long. “Of course I do. I remember every detail of how it happened…” His words were cold like ice as he answered your question. You took a breath now, not wanting to hold back “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” you said, a red blush spreading across your face in the dark. He looked back at you with that smile on his face, that never left. “Okay, I was not a good man in my life, (Y/N). I killed men, not good men, but I killed them. I thought I was doing the world a favor by getting rid of them.” He spoke; you could tell he was getting uncomfortable, you took his hand without thinking and gave it a squeeze. He continued on,“ I became known as the Bayou butcher, of course no one knew their beloved radio host was responsible for a string of brutal murders. I must have gotten sloppy in the end, as I was burying my latest victim in the woods. I didn't see the sign that read, ‘Open Season’ and as I stood up from the freshly dug grave, a crack ripped through the air and my body filled with hot iron. A hunter shot me right between the eyes, he must have thought I was a deer; his dogs finished me off, tearing me to pieces until I was dead. The next thing I knew, I was down here in hell, and the rest is history.”

You didn’t know what to say, honestly, you were shocked and amazed at his story. You didn’t think Alastor would ever open up to anyone, but here you were sitting on the floor of his radio studio listening to him tell you his story. You were truly honored that he felt comfortable enough to share this with you.

“It’s your turn, ma chère,” he whispered softly, giving your hand a light squeeze. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot.” You said, “Well, I was 26, and I was living in New York, I had developed some fun habits. I definitely put my white blood cells to work. I remember it so clearly; I was home alone on a Tuesday night. My roommates had gone out clubbing without me; I just couldn’t seem to get my mind right. To level out, I popped some downers, I drew a bath, and slipped into it. I thought it might help calm my racing mind. While I was floating there, I suddenly became aware I couldn’t keep my head above the water, so I took a final gasp of air. As I lay there helplessly, I thought about what my parents might say when they found out their only daughter drowned alone in her tub. As water filled my lungs and darkness took over me, my final thought was of them telling people some lie about where I was.”

You hadn’t realized that you were crying until Alastor wiped the tears from the cheek with his free hand, the other had never stopped holding yours, “Come now, mi chéri, there’s no need to cry. You're here now with a better family” He cooed to you softly, reassuring you that you were now safe. “Alastor, I’m happy I met you,” you sighed, leaning in to hug him, making sure you didn’t hurt his healing wounds. He didn’t flinch or move away like he normally would for anyone else; instead, he just hugged you back softly, happy to comfort you.

The two of you stayed there in silence, holding one another; the sound of breathing was the only thing that could be heard. “It’s getting late,” you said in a tired voice, “I should get to bed.” You went to stand up only for Alastor to pull you back, taking your face in his hands and planting his lips onto yours. He didn’t know why he did it; maybe the alcohol had gotten to him, but maybe, just maybe, he had been wanting to do it all night. You kissed him back softly with enthusiasm, not caring about anything else in the world at that moment.

After a bit, you two pulled away for air. “I’m glad I got to spend this time with you, my dear. We should do it again where it’s just the two of us. I would love to hear more stories about you.” he said, that smile that never left still on his face, but this smile was a genuine one, one that he didn't have to force like he normally does. Giving him a peck on the cheek you left the radio demon there alone in his lair, his hand going up to touch where your lips once were a second ago. He now had another reason to live, another reason to break the deal that he had made. Alastor finally enjoyed the company of another person, and he didn't want to lose that person.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x you #fanfic #reader insert #x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin spoilers #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x you #y/n

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holyklover · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering where the endeavor x childhood friend story was posted? I dont see it on here, It may just be my eyes or something but im sorry for the inconvenience 😭

Hiii! So for some reason, it's not appearing on my blog (;-;) so I'll use your ask to repost it! Thank you so much for your interest in my little story.

Ageless bios/MDNI!! tags: oral sex, vaginal fingering cw: blood

"Enji! Are you alright?" you had barked from his side. It had been a close call with the LOV before they managed to dash off before any arrests could be made. The scrap left your childhood friend Enji a mess of bruises and blood. Enji Todoroki may have been your oldest and dearest confidant but unfortunately for you, never your lover. That didn’t stop the pinning after him secretly. You couldn’t help but take glances at his musculature and rugged good looks when the opportunity presented itself, even now as he stood up from the debris and dusted himself off.

"S'fine, (hero name), but we need to regroup and get to tracking their location. Midnight, head back to base and see what you can dig up on their whereabouts." Unphased from the damage he had received, he continued to shoot off directions to various pro-heroes to either get to work or return home to recuperate in private.

It was now only you two left at the site of the wreckage. You noted the blood dripping down the side of Enji's plush lips and had to speak up.

"My place is closer Jiji, let's head to there so I can patch you up?" You offered, taking note of the look he directed at you that said he had no plans for the sort of thing. You frowned ."Please."

Enji exhaled. "Y'know, you've been doing this thing since we were kids, always over-reacting to any and everything." You knew he was just frustrated at the loss you all had taken but it didn't make the words sting less .Yet, you weren't kids anymore and you found it in yourself to speak up.

"Dammit, let me take care of you, idiot. You're not going to be the #1 hero for much longer if you loose all your blood!" Enji's head snapped back at your words and you saw something had shifted in his eyes as and he understood the truth to your words. After heavy silence he finally spoke.

"Let's go

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Enji hissed as you dabbed ointment at a scrape on his face. Being honest with yourself, sitting so close to him made your heart leap up into your throat. He was imposing from far away but up close he would be downright terrifying to the right villain.

"...And you've always been a big baby." You laughed at Enji's grimace.

"Y/N, your bedside manner needs work. A lot of it." You playfully swatted at him.

Enji looked down at the ground. You had leaned into him, the soft curvature of your breast pushing into his pec. You immediately took notice and apologized, embarrassed.

"I'm...not bothered by it."

What?

"What do you mean by that? Though your head were swirling in confusion, you suddenly felt daring. You nearly lost your life in tonight's battle and it made you realize that if you didn't grab the bull by the horns now, you may never get to the bottom of what you and Enji could be.

He looked up into your eyes and gently touched your wrist.

"I'm not bothered when you touch me." Your face grew hot. Was this really happening? Or were you misreading the situation? The answer to your question became evident with what Enji did.

He had kissed you. Full-on-tongue-in-mouth kissed you. And it felt good. His deft tongue danced with yours. He slowly trailed his hands into your locks bringing your head closer to his.

After what felt like blissful eternity the kiss was broken. Both feeling overcome with various emotions, you stared down at each other's chest, heads pressed together. You weren't concerned with speaking right now and wanted to bask in the acetalization of your biggest hope. After some time, it was you who broke the silence.

"I've been wanting to do that for the last couple of years." Enji chuckled. "Would you be up for something a little more?" He asked maneuvering a hand over your breast. Your response was swallowed up in his kiss. You could drink this man whole you swore as your found your pussy begin to throb under his expertise.

Making light of your frame he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom. He placed you on to the bed and climbed on top of you in one sweeping motion. Without breaking the kiss he managed to remove your bottom clothing and cupped his hand over your drenched core and eased a finger in.

Despite your best efforts, you could not stifle the moan that escaped your lips into his and this only spurned him on. He inched another finger into you and his ring finger's ministrations against your g-spot grew heavier.

Enji rose up to remove his clothing before folding in half over the bed. He brought you down by pulling lightly on your legs before placing his head between your dewy thighs and getting to work on tasting you. You had long ago lost the battle of composure and were audibly moaning and gasping as you twisted in his large hands

"Fuck, you taste good," he managed between suctioning your clit. Putty in his hands you begged him to keep going as you grabbed his hair and rammed him deeper into your pussy.

"You're so beautiful.' he called out from between your thighs.

You two were in heaven and stayed like that for many more hours to come.

#childhood friend! endeavor #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki smut #enji todoroki x yn #enji todoroki x y/n #endeavor smut #enji todoroki x you #holywrites

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞~𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

ohmygahd their interactions are so cute, I can't 😭🖤

Gil is so so sweet to her now that they're alone (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡♡♡

And he is even flirting with her („• ֊ •„)੭ or is it just me

Damn it I wanna read his POV so bad-- either I'll stop because I already got his story or I will lived in the streets tomorrow...

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// means alternate translation

Gilbert-sama is a notorious prince who is feared by many, not just me.

Just by being there, people shrivel up and start begging for forgiveness pointlessly.

The name of the trampling beast is not a compliment, and I still have some fear of Gilbert-sama.

(... He's supposed to be such a horrible person.)

Gilbert: "Hahaha, you're covered in petals, you poor thing."

Emma: "... Prince Gilbert."

As I was sitting on the bench in the rose garden, suddenly a huge shower of petals fell from above my head.

I looked up and saw Prince Gilbert smiling without a trace of apology.

(He asked me to accompany him for an evening walk as a thank you, so I quietly followed him...)

Emma: "These petals are..."

Gilbert: "I had some free time while you were lost in thought, so I picked up what was on the ground."

Gilbert: "How can you be so distracted when I'm here?"

Emma: "... I was thinking of you, Prince Gilbert."

Gilbert: "What specifically?"

Emma: "Was it a coincidence that Prince Gilbert came to the party venue... I wonder..."

Gilbert: "How could it be such a coincidence?"

(I knew it was intentional.)

Prince Gilbert laughed, kneeled on the ground, and began gathering petals again.

Emma: "What is your purpose?"

Gilbert: "Do you need a reason to help a friend?"

Emma: "... I feel like that help is strangling me."

It's like showing off in front of the public that I have a close relationship with Prince Gilbert.

By tomorrow, rumors will be circulating throughout Rhodolite about what is and is not true.

(Prince Gilbert always tries to isolate me. I wonder if this time is also part of that.)

Gilbert: "You seem to have forgotten that I'm the bad prince."

Gilbert: "I helped you because I wanted to help you. I don't care if you're in trouble or not."

(... Certainly.)

A large number of rose petals fell over me again.

The roses dancing in the moonlight were beautiful, but I was covered in petals.

Gilbert: "Isn't it beautiful?"

Emma: "... It's beautiful, but please stop."

Prince Gilbert sits down next to me, still with a smile on his face.

My body unconsciously tensed at the distance where our shoulders touched each other.

Gilbert: "How come you could say 'stop' to me but not to them?"

Emma: "What… "

Gilbert: "When the water was poured on you, you tried to settle the matter by keeping quiet, didn't you?"

Emma: "... I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."

Gilbert: "You're an idiot."

Gilbert: "If you tolerate poor harassment, eventually it will become a norm and you will be despised every time."

Gilbert: "Instead of making a big deal out of it, you're going to escalate it, okay?"

(When you think about it calmly, he’s right.)

It sounded as if he was genuinely concerned about me.

It's filled with a toxic sweet tenderness that is different from the one I saw earlier in the dance hall.

Gilbert: "If someone pours water on you, you just have to fight back."

Gilbert: "Did you hesitate because you were dealing with a high-ranking aristocrat?"

Emma: "There's a little bit to that."

(Because they were the ones who had the most power among the domestic faction of the nobles.)

Prince Gilbert sighed in dismay and looked up at the night sky.

Gilbert: "No matter how accomplished the nobles are, they're still the same people."

Gilbert: "That's not a reason for you to be watered down, nor a reason for you to swallow your frustration."

Gilbert: "Don't worry, no matter how many fights you put up, you won't get killed. As long as I'm on the court, I'll always be watching you."

Gilbert: "I hate disgusting things. Be careful next time, okay?"

(... He's a prince of an enemy country, but his words are so heartwarming.)

It was as if black ink was dripping onto a pure white paper.

Emma: "That, too..."

Emma: "Does that count as 'trampling'?"

(Perhaps it is because they are the words of Gilbert-sama, who manipulates and controls the mind and heart at will, that they soak in so deeply.)

I want to accept it honestly, but I can't.

I decided to face Prince Gilbert as a human being. But I can't allow myself to be so careless because of my position.

However, Prince Gilbert sadly raised his eyebrows at my words and covered his face with his hands.

Gilbert: "Oh, man. It's sad that even my good intentions are taken that way."

Gilbert: "... Sniffle."

(What, are you crying?!)

It was obviously a trap, but Prince Gilbert's depressing appearance made my heart ache.

Emma: "No, it's not that! It's just that Prince Gilbert is such a great guy..."

Gilbert: ". . ."

Emma: "... My apologies. What I said earlier was too rude."

(It was a bad thing to doubt him, even though he might have really had good intentions.)

Gilbert: "You can make as many verbal apologies as you want."

Emma: "Then I'll show you how."

I get up from the bench and gather up the countless petals scattered around my feet.

The moment Prince Gilbert raised his face, without a trace of tears, the petals scattered in the air.

Red, white, orange - petals of every color rained down on Prince Gilbert’s head.

Emma: "This is because you seemed to like it... It's beautiful when I look at it again."

(Probably not the apology Prince Gilbert wanted, though.)

His blood-colored eye widened slightly, then, it was replaced with a soft smile.

I was relieved to see him––

Gilbert: "Do you really think you are allowed to do this to a royal guest?"

Emma: "Wasn't it Prince Gilbert who said, "If something is done to you, you must do it back"!?"

Gilbert: "I don't think you're dealing with the right person. We are all equal, but the law has its own rules, right?"

(I shouldn't have done anything extra!)

However, it was nothing like the real anger I saw at the party.

There was no trembling, no deadly atmosphere, no hyperventilating pressure, just an innocent smile.

Gilbert: "No need to show any restraint or mercy to the young lady who has been disrespectful, right?"

Prince Gilbert also stands up from the bench, grabs my hand and pulls me closer.

Emma: "Uhm...?"

Gilbert: "Hmm?"

My bad premonition was unceremoniously fulfilled, and Prince Gilbert put his lips on my wrist and sucked up my skin.

Emma: "... Ouch."

Along with the pain, my heart is racing fast.

Not only did it hurt, but a sweet tingle was etched into my skin that was as sweet as the scent of roses.

(It's got a… mark on it.)

Gilbert: "You like that, don't you?"

Emma: "I don't think I'm the one who––"

Gilbert: "Because there was this scene in that book."

(... Oh, the story that Prince Gilbert was reading in my room earlier... )

My face is bizarrely hot.

Gilbert: "I'm looking forward to what kind of rumors will come out of this."

(If the party and this were combined, it would be one heck of a rumor.)

When I raised my head to say something, his red eye was unexpectedly close to mine, and I immediately looked away. // When I looked up to say something, his red eye was unexpectedly close to me, and I immediately lowered my eyes.

Emma: "Would you do this to anyone to achieve your goals?"

Gilbert: "You think I’m naughty like that with anyone." // "I can't believe I'm considered such a slut."

I can explain for the second translation okay?! Just see below after the story xDD

Smiling brightly as usual, Prince Gilbert twirls his fingers through my hair.

Gilbert: "I only do it to you."

Emma: ". . ."

(If what you just said isn't a lie, then what was it?)

(I knew it... To catch me off guard and to control me?)

(But, if you're really new to this method, then it's different from other people.)

'Trampling' is an act that refers to what happened at the party venue like today's.

It couldn't be the same as the sweet, gentle look on your face as it is at this moment. // And is different from the sweet and gentle face that you are showing me at this moment.

(If you just want to isolate me or make me your doll, there must be another way that's quicker.)

(So why am I the only one who is 'special'?)

Gilbert: "In the first place, I came to Rhodolite――to you."

Emma: "To me?"

Gilbert: "Heh, it's nothing."

Gilbert: "Because I want you to like me."

With a meaningful smile, Prince Gilbert moves away from me.

Sweet and gentle... And somehow his sad face... I couldn't dislike him even though he was a prince of an enemy country.

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Okay, so when I first translated this : 俺がそんなふしだらな男に思われてるなん��, I got the result as "I can't believe I'm considered such a slut." I translate it again but it only paraphrased as "I can't believe you think that I'm a slut." So I asked my friend (who's fluent in Japanese) and explains that this is more like "You think I'm naughty like that (with anyone). I still added my poor translation bc why not 😂😂😂

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikeprince translation #ikeprince spoilers #dahlia's bad translation

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 11 months

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Hi sleepy,

First of all, I absolutely love your drawings (I can literally only draw a stick figure im so jealous) like your the most talented person I've ever seen.

And secondly I was wondering what Jade's relationship with Soap is like (like are they friends or just coworkers).

Anyways, hope you have a wonderful day or night

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Hi! q(≧▽≦q)

Thank you for the kind words! It's just I practice a lot of drawing and literally draw during class, free time, hobby, and I draw for both academic and professional reasons. I just draw A LOT.

Regarding Soap and Jade's relationship, I'd imagine them as close friends! Soap is around 26 (in the reboot) while Jade is 29. She's older than him and has more experience than him, especially in situations where one has to survive alone. In Alone, Jade become the second person that speaks on Soap's ear along with Ghost!

I would draw them together but I currently don't have my equipment, but they'd be workout buddies for sure! Soap would teach Jade how to gain more muscle and add more variations on her workout routines + would be a great jogging friend (I bet Soap has the stamina of a BEAST and would wait for Jade as she catches her breath).

Other than that, Soap has a lot of Ghost stories up his sleeve to spill to Jade, so she's always eager to hear Soap telling stories, like how Ghost had ripped his pants on the most embarrassing place possible or how Ghost would discard broccolis out of his menu. (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Anyway, thank you! *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty oc #cod oc #charlotte jade le jardin #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish

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tteokdoroki · 2 months

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Hi aali!, Happy Valentine's Day~ I saw your bumble date, swipe right event and would like to participate :D I put forward gojo satoru as my fav, red bottomed heels as my ideal valentine's gift and for my date to be sweet. Please and thank you in advance /^w^/

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. swipe sweet: red bottom heels.

about. it’s a match! whilst dolling yourself up to spend valentines day with your husband — satoru gojo reminds you of how much he loves you with a very expensive and reminiscent gift ( 1K ).

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, reader and gojo are married + have kids, reader is wearing a dress, afab!reader.

・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !

“are the kids in bed?” you ask your husband satoru as you scrutinise the line of red on your lips in the mirror. his large palms smooth over the curves of your frame, hugged by your pretty and powder blue dress, before stopping just above your navel.

the gesture is sweet, with no ulterior motives, you’ve learned over the years that your husband values proximity and closeness. he likes to hold you close like you might disappear and touch you as though to make sure that you’re real. tonight, he gets lost in the way you feel underneath his explorative fingertips, entranced by how beautiful you look tonight (or any other night).

cooing, you capture his attention — brilliant colbalt eyes finding yours in the mirror. “satoru,”

“you look good in this dress, baby. is it new?” he quips, head of silvering hair coming to rest at the junction between your neck and shoulder as you finish perfecting your lip. “sorry, yes honey. the rugrats are sleepin’.”

you squirm happily in your man’s hold, relishing the way that he loves up on you with kisses to your neck and his warm hands rubbing up had dabi’s your sides. “what about the sitters? did you pay them?”

“you mean fushiguro? we practically raised him, a bit of free labour never hurt anybody —“ when you cough unhappily, glaring at your long-time lover and father of your children in the mirror, satoru pouts into the kisses he’s fitted along your bare shoulder. “— fine, i’ll leave him a tip.”

the man is rewarded with one of your dazzling smiles, the type that has his heart bursting through his chest and his brain a mess. no matter how many dates you go on, how many times you celebrate valentine’s day together…satoru gojo finds himself falling in love with you all over again. each and every time.

“satoru baby, did you—?”

“yes, sweetie, i called the uber. it’ll be here in five. yes, i called the restaurant and had them push back by thirty and yes, you look beautiful. you always do. you’re just as beautiful as the day i met you,” years of marriage has taught satoru gojo to be prepared for anything. your fluttering mind, your worry for your children, the fact that you always take a little too long to get ready for the simplest of outings. these little habits and ticks of yours are things that he cherishes, things he wouldn’t change for the world. satoru has grown a lot since he first met you, and has grown in all the right ways to make sure that you’re loved.

spinning you in his bulking arms, satoru backs you up against your bathroom sink — caging you against it with his arms either side of your hips while he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “now, i know we like to be fashionably late to things, being the hottest couple in the world and all, but i really do think we should get going,” he scolds you playfully, but doesn’t make an effort to draw away from you. “i can’t push this table back anymore,”

you smile, blowing a kiss up at him so that you don’t smudge your lipstick. “don’t let megumi hear you say that, you know that he thinks we’re cringe.”

“he can think what he wants, nothing will stop me from showing off the most beautiful woman in the world,” when the white haired man finally steps back, your fingers remain linked — wedding bands clinking against one another. “let me get your shoes, gorgeous, the car’ll be here soon.”

as your husband retreats ( leaving you a love stricken mess in the bathroom ), you resort to packing a clutch with the essentials for tonight — debating on which lip gloss to bring with you until he comes back.

“remember these?” satoru questions you softly once he re-enters the bathroom — sinking to his knees despite the tight fitting black tux that he wears. your eyes drift over his handsomely aged face, firm and muscled form, down to the pair of heels he holds in his grasp. their white leather and red bottom sole are all too familiar to you. a pair of christian louboutin heels fresh from the box.

setting the pair of shoes down, satoru gently takes one of your ankles in his hold and positions it perfectly to slip your foot into the heel. “you wore them to our wedding, way back when. i remember that you spent hours deliberating between the kate model and the hot chick model. even still, i always loved how they looked on you,” he reminisces, lips ghosting over your thigh and thumbs smoothing up your calves once your foot is secured in its shoe. “how they make your legs look.”

he wiggles his eyebrows up at you then, making you snort under the dim lighting in your bathroom like two teenagers struggling to get out of their clothes after a night out. “satoru!” you squeal, pushing at his shoulder with your bare foot. “focus, we’ve got to leave soon,” your husband nods, working your other heel on while you reminisce. “i thought i lost the original pair in one of the boxes when we moved to the bigger house for the baby.”

blue eyes shoot up to meet yours, holding so much love and adoration for you. “not too tight, right?” gojo whispers, rubbing at the back of your foot to make sure the leather material isn’t hurting you. you shake your head, earning yourself a kiss to the knee. “you did. lose them. i remember how upset you were, so i figured i’d get you a replacement pair. they might be a little different but—“

“but they’re perfect, thank you baby,” even after all this time, satoru remains the most thoughtful partner you’ve ever had. you swear to yourself that you’ll cherish him always, look after him always. even after life and even in death. “i love them.”

“i love you.” gojo says tenderly, taking a stand and offering you his hand all in one swift movement. “now cinderella, i do believe our carriage awaits. our Uber driver has just set a timer and i’ll be damned if he drives away with my damn money.”

with that, you let your husband whisk you away for a romantic dinner — expensive and cherished red bottom heels clicking against the pavement while the wind carries your joint laughter as you run like fools for your uber (much to megumi’s dismay).

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cheesiedomino · 2 months

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Reasons ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: though he’s afraid to admit it, chan has an undeniably huge crush on you. in attempt to get his point somewhat across, he drops a few hints leading all the way up until the Valentine’s Day office party, but will that mean he finally confesses his true feelings?

genre: bang chan x fem!reader | coworkers to lovers wc: 3.1k tags/warnings: fluff, office romance, mild cursing, mentions of alcohol usage, kissing, reader is kinda obsessed w/ chan’s body but who tf isn’t ??

now playing 🎧: dream girl by crisaunt

[this is the first installment of my new valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding the themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

If there’s one thing Chan could never refuse to resist no matter how hard he tries, it’s you — nothing else came near as close. You were his Kryptonite, Achille’s heel, whatever you want to call it. Chan was willing to do just about anything for you, ask him to jump and he’ll promptly answer “how high?” You had him wrapped around your little finger with a pristine, glittery brow. Some could say it was quite uncanny how he’d avidly jump at your every need and request. Whether it be from a small but adoring comment about the way you looked in your outfits or whenever he sees you struggling with something, he drops any amount of work he was doing to go help you instead. There’s no way he was doing all this just out of the kindness of his heart, everyone saw right through those tactics. Clearly there was an underlying ulterior motive in the back of his mind, and most people with a brain knew of this as fact not fiction.

Everyone that is, except you.

The minute someone brings Chan’s name up you get super defensive. You often feel the need to because of how almost every person in the office ships you two together. One of the main instigators— Mirae, your cubicle neighbor and karaoke buddy, had a habit of doing this constantly. She’s the first ever friend you made here and is a total ray of sunshine to work with, but also has the biggest mouth. She’d go around telling people that Chan has a crush on you all because he does so many selfless gestures to “impress” you. Once that got around , rumors began spreading like wildfire and suddenly it turned into you and Chan were dating.

As soon as you heard all of that you immediately shut the suspicions down, explaining that you two were simply just friends and how he’s a sweet, gentle soul. Which he most certainly is but his friendliness didn’t only stop at you, it extended to all the other employees as well. He’s the type of person who would make sure everyone else has food and a warm shelter before worrying about himself in the freezing cold. There aren’t many out there with a noble personality like Chan’s, he’s like an elderly man trapped in a young person’s body, always giving the most wise and stark advice. His way of thinking may be a little old fashioned but that didn’t make him boring by any means, he was quite fun when he wasn’t so immersed in his work.

You’ve tried to get him to let loose a bit more, even invited him out for drinks after work with your other coworkers but he declined each time. It never felt like rejection to you though, he’d be smiling the whole time he’s saying “no” but it didn’t seem disingenuous. The only reason he never took up any of your offers were either one of 3 things:

A). He’s far too nervous to get drinks with you

B). He’s too buried in his work

C). The gym is his second home

You and Chan are two vastly different people. He’s definitely the more laidback type who likes to stay at home while you love to going out and enjoy a fun night on the town with friends. Despite him knowing this, he’s never been one to judge your choices or care about what you decide to do outside of work. He even brings you hangover medicine when you come back on Monday looking like you’ve had way too many last weekend — a literal angel in human form. You wonder who the lucky lady will be that gets to marry him someday, it’s evident he’ll be a family man and would most certainly be the best dad any child could ask for. He truly possessed every lovely quality there is all in one person, a rarity that’s more hard to come by each passing day. You don’t know what you could’ve done in your past life to deserve to know someone like Chan, but you don’t regret it one bit.

This morning went like any other typical morning, you’d come to work slightly exhausted from being out later than expected. Usually, Chan would go up to your cubicle and flash a doting smile at you as he places a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. It’s always the little things that made you most content, a handsome guy delivering you your favorite cappuccino — sounds like the ideal life. However, things were slightly different on this particular morning.

Awaiting you at your desk was a large bouquet of flowers displayed in a decorative ceramic vase, accompanied by your warm beverage. You also notice something peeking out from the petals, a small white envelope without a name on it. Curiosity gets the best of you, rushing to open it and read what follows:

‘happy Valentine’s Day ___, these flowers will never be as gorgeous as you but I hope they bring you joy or at least make you half as happy as you make me everyday that I’m with you.

- CB.’

Well, you definitely weren’t expecting that note to be so… sweet ? Though it was a bit short, the message was clear, whoever wrote that really wants you to know exactly how they feel. You had to admit, reading that did make your heart skip a little— maybe even had you blushing and twirling a couple strands of hair. What caught you most off guard were the initials, ‘CB’, those letters seemed awfully familiar. Then you realize there’s only one person whose initials you personally knew that could match those; your coworker Chan. Your throat goes dry as you nervously attempt to swallow, unable to form any stable or coherent thoughts. Nothing, and you mean absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for this kind of revelation.

Scoping out the area to see if Chan was around, you couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. You consider the idea of texting him but ultimately you decide not to as you think it’d be weird to assume he even did this. They’re just similar initials that’s it, you’re probably reading too much into it. Maybe you really are going crazy or something.

“Oh my god, someone sent you those?!” A chirpy voice startles you, instantly recognizing it as Mirae who’s now behind you.

“Uh, yeah I guess so..” you acknowledge nonchalantly. Parting your lips just a tad as you take a sip of delicious espresso.

“Ah. I wonder who could’ve done it?” She fake pauses to take a gander at the possibilities, “It’s definitely not the guy with the Aussie accent and name rhymes with Pan!”

You almost spit out your drink. “Shut up!”

“Oh you know I’ll never do that sweetie.” She giggles at you being all flustered, “plus I’m right you just don’t wanna admit it.”

This is like an everyday conversation you have with her, it’s nothing new. “No, I’m a logical person and I know that me and Chan are just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be and nothing more!”

It’s exhausting having to keep defending yourself from the same rhetoric all your coworkers spew daily, and even more ridiculous how fast word gets out around here. Those rumors of you and Chan dating are still being told today, even after it’s been a good year and a half since it all started.

“Friends can also develop feelings for each other overtime y’know?” Mirae lazily rests her arm on your desk as she continues her speech, “I mean I’ve never fallen for a friend so I wouldn’t know.. but this is different! Do you not pay any attention at all to the way he treats you? He’s such a simp for you it drives me insane.”

Confused more than ever, you blankly stare back at her, “huh?” You just took every favor Chan has done as being a nice, thoughtful coworker.

“Okay I’ll give you an example, remember when everyone at lunch had that whole ‘Vernon is gay or bi debate’ and Chan agreed with every single thing you said even if it didn’t make sense? If that doesn’t scream simp behavior then I don’t know what does!”

Your doubt still doesn’t waver, “I just have a very compelling way of getting people to side with me!”

Mirae rolls her eyes so hard they could go to the back of her skull. “For the love of God ___, stop acting so dense at the obvious. It’s pretty much known in this entire office that Chan’s always been totally, 100% into you.”

“It is?” You blink rapidly.

“Yes! I can’t believe you’re even still shocked about this, the guy’s constantly making cartoon heart eyes whenever he sees you!” She states, voice laced with a dash of envy as she pouts, “I wish I had someone who looked at me like that.”

Her sadness is short lived when her face animates again, as if a light bulb just went off in her brain. “Wait I have the perfect idea, you should get him to ask you out at the Valentine’s party!”

“Um.. I don’t think he’ll go, he’s not a party kinda guy remember?” You sigh in reluctance, unsure of what to think at this point.

That doesn’t seem to bring Mirae’s mood down, she only reassures you with more positivity. “Trust me, he’ll be changing a completely different tune once he finds out you’re going.”

Work events are always somewhat a bit of a drag. You didn’t particularly care for them, but you do like socializing with most of your coworkers and other fellow staff on the team. The free alcohol is also another great selling point for you to go. Gina makes the best Jell-O shots and whenever there’s a work function going on she goes all out to prepare them. This time she made some strawberry daiquiri flavored ones, topped with a dollop of whipped cream and pink heart sprinkles to fit the theme.

You grabbed one immediately from the table, looking everywhere to see if you can spot Chan but still no luck. The fact this is making you slightly upset is beyond you, but you’ve never been one to fully understand your emotions. Maybe you were right after all for thinking he wouldn’t show up. Sometimes Mirae can try a bit too hard at getting your hopes up, but you had to figure out if he was the one who actually sent the flowers or not. ‘Who the fuck else could be CB?’ You thought, it had to be him, if not you’ll be blaming Mirae for years of mental damage and distress.

This job wasn’t the first thing you had in mind by any means, but it seemed like a friendly and open work environment when you came in for an interview. You ran into Chan that same day and he started talking to you in the lobby as you waited for your turn. He had the most illuminating, pearly white smile and his accent made the most mundane words sound a thousand times hotter. You secretly hoped you’d get this job just so you can talk to Chan all day. Fast forward to almost a year and a half later you’re now closer than ever and it feels like a privilege to work with someone as amazing as him.

As you finish your Jell-O shot, you try finding the nearest trash can but end up bumping into Gina. “Hey ___! Did you like the strawberry daiquiris I made?” She kindly surveys for feedback, flashing a cute puppy dog look at you.

“Duh, of course! I love everything you make Gigi, I might have to grab another one before they’re all gone!” You praise her kindly, “by the way have you seen Chan at all?” It was a bit a random of you to ask but you couldn’t just stand around and wait for him to magically show up.

Gina thinks for a moment and finally replies, “Nah I haven’t! Why’d you ask though?”

“Oh no reason really! Was just wondering I guess-” you awkwardly shrug off, taking a step back as you walk out the break room to go into the main hallway. Heading over to the water dispenser you grab a small paper cup and bring it under the cold water option, before pressing the button a deep voice causes you to freeze in place. Recognizing that raspy voice from anywhere, it was Chan calling out after you.

“Hey, ___!” You hear him shout from a distance, jogging towards you with an ambiguous look on his face. “Could I talk to you for a moment?” He asks once he gets closer, chest slowly rising up through his white collared shirt as he’s catching his breath.

You never really took note how chiseled his body looked, maybe it was the form-fitting material of the shirt but the outline of his pecs went perfectly in sync with the way his toned arms clung to the fabric. It was clear as day Chan takes working out very seriously, mesmerized by the sheer dedication it must’ve took to even achieve a dreamlike physique such as this. Realizing you still haven’t answered yet and have just been staring at this man’s chest for what seemed like centuries, you finally croak out a response.

“Uh, yeah- sure!”

He clears his throat in preparation, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.. for a while now actually.”

Chan doesn’t seem like his usual keen self, he’s acting much more quiet and reserved, as if he’s got loads of worries on his mind. It makes you wonder…

Your heart began to race at a faster pace, not knowing what the outcome will be, you indulge in him anyway. “Hm? What is it? Don’t just leave me hanging, spill!”

Again he goes quiet, like there’s a force holding him back from saying what he truly wants. He’s usually a lot more confident and well spoken when he talks to you but this was a new side of Chan you haven’t seen before. You find it a bit endearing to be honest, it makes him more down to earth. What’s there not to like about him truthfully?

“Well uh.. you see I-”

“___! Where the heck were you we’re about to take another sho-” Mirae catches you two of you off guard, unknowingly walking in what seemed like a deep conversation. “Ohh, oopsies did I interrupt something? I didn’t mean to, s-sorry!” You noticed some of her words slurring a bit and couldn’t contain a tiny giggle, it didn’t take much alcohol for her to get tipsy.

The minute she’s gone and the two of you are alone once again, the energy shifts dramatically. You gaze up at Chan to see his brows slanted into a train of thought. He wasn’t saying anything, just staring right back at you with a cryptic look. Unable to gauge the direction of this situation, you think of what to possibly say to make it less cumbersome. Before you could utter a single word, he finally speaks up.

“Let’s get outta here,” He quickly suggests, yanking your hand as he roughly takes it in his palm to lead the way. His movements are swift and eager, knowing exactly where he’s going as you’re left with even more questions and zero answers.

“Where’re we going?” You sheepishly inquire, bewildered by his sudden unpredictable action.

He doesn’t answer you. Instead he’s continuing the journey, remaining in focus all the way until he reaches the back entrance. Opening the door in a hurry to make it outside, a rush of cool air hits the back of your skin from a tiny bit of flesh being exposed. Chan brings his hands up to your arms, pinning them to your sides as he pushes you back against the brick wall of the building. His hooded eyes were fixated on you like an animal looking at its prey. It almost felt intimidating, as if he was the whole universe and you were but a mere spectacle compared to him.

“Wait what’re you do-” you’re impatiently cut off as he leans in, pupils widening when you’re abruptly met with a pair of lips pressed against your own. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, rendered still from the shock of this suddenly happening. An array of goosebumps scatter your suspended body, words can’t describe the way you feel in this moment— it’s pure bliss.

Eventually you do kiss him back once the shock wears off, parting your lips more to let him gain further access into your world. It was the most mind numbingly passionate, messy kiss you’ve ever experienced in a lifetime, wanting but Chan’s lips on yours forever and ever.

As you both pull away it’s quiet again, but not in an unpleasant manner as before. Now you’re silent because you’re admiring each other. Resisting the urge to grab his face and kiss him again, you watch intently at him biting on his bottom lip, giving you a sheer look of adoration and hunger. Your mind was in the highest state of euphoria, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. That kiss left you speechless, breathless, weightless, and all other adjectives in between.

“I can sit here and list off every reason why I’m in love with you, but I thought about it and figured this should be good enough to get my point across.” Chan suddenly expresses his true feelings while holding your hand tightly in his grasp. It feels like he can breathe again, as if a heavy weights been lifted off his broad shoulders. “Did you like the flowers I sent?”

You owe Mirae a huge apology the next time you see her.

“So it was you?!” A gasp escapes your lips, finally comprehending the fact that he’s genuinely liked you for this long. It still felt surreal to you that you even kissed.

“You didn’t realize it right away? I mean my initials were right there..” he nervously spoke once more. The effect you have on him is so dangerously good.

It’s hard to believe you were so oblivious to how Chan felt when it was all hidden in plain sight. You should’ve known something was up when he started learning how to cook the first week you met. During lunch you expressed that men who could cook were the ideal type of husband and since then he’s been on a mission to perfect his cooking and make you a proud wife someday.

Moral of the story? Life works in mysterious ways when finding your soulmate. The external forces come together to align themselves perfectly in harmony, bringing two beautiful souls to connect as one.

[End <3].

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honeybeewhereartthee · 6 months

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Pink Kkomas 122

Spoiler for my stories

A certain kkoma demon sip his drink as another day of able to sell some stuff have been achieve! With that thought his about to close his shop when someone knock the bell.

He sigh before he went to see who it was.

Hallow: hello!ჱ̒^o̴̶̷̤ ·̫ o̴̶̷̤^)⸝⸝⸝

Purple:...

purple: we don’t sell love potion.( ॱߑॱ )

Hallow stares at him confuse: ah? Is that so? (੭ ᐕ))？

Purple: we don’t have weapon against faes either... at least it’s not tested yet...(lll-ω-)

Hallow: oh there’s something like that too?Σ(゜゜)

Hallow look around the store even through his still have a blindfold on. It seems what people usually do as nui have told him when they were chatting about shopping trip.

As the undead “look” around, purple cannot help but sigh again as he cannot help the inquiry of this fellow with his love problem at all.

Hallow, notice something in the back corner of the shop. He stood in front of an item he can see with his sense: is this for sale?|•́ - •̀｡)… I would like to buy this.

Purple, stared at the item that was pointed by Hallow: that isn’t not item for love.

Hallow: oh. That’s ok. I want to buy it please.ദ്ദി ˃ ᵕ ˂ )unless ... it’s not for sale( ᐪ꒳ᐪ )

Purple:

Purple: it is.(｀･ω･´)ゞ

The demon sigh as he remembered this person is still a customer. Customer is always priority.

Purple: it would be 666$

Hallow: ok!

The undead take out something from his pocket. He don’t seems to have any of value except medicine from his creator.

Hallow, in tears: d-do you accept trades... I can pay you the rest if needed value when I come back from estate... I only have this with me.(߹𖥦߹ )

He place a medicine on the table, purple cannot help but sigh as he did hear that this fellow have off way of things. He look at the item that Hallow wish to buy and sigh.

Purple, put the medicine to the side: it’s ok. I can do trades too. You can take the item that you wish to trade with me and I’ll accept this medicine.

Hallow, wipes his tears: (;>_<;) s-sorry but thank you very much. Your so kind. I hope we can get along too!

Purple: it’s fine.

Hallow:(o´ω`o)you don’t know how this item is a good find for me. But I most go now! Adamite would be happy to know about this!

The undead hugs purple who can barely react at the contact before he runs away to find his gem friend in his arm is a big jar full of red crystal of a red diamond.

The item that he wanted to buy is no other than a similar mineral that his friend have, at least people in his au. He can feel life inside it. So there’s still a way to reform the crystal back to humanoid with the help of his creator.

As hallow left, he went to clean the store, while cleaning he accidentally thrown out the Medicine.

...

Hallow come back a few days later with a news of how the crystal is a new friend that will accompany Adamite to not feel out of place

Hallow who’s helping Purple to stock up the shop: your so hard working! I wanna be like you too! ٩(๑•̀ω•́๑)و

Purple: am I? I just want to not be the last again... I don’t want to be thought little off cause I’m the youngest in the group.

While doing so. He thought of the item that hallow trade for the crystal.

Purple: what was the medicine for by the way

Hallow: oh.(｀･ω･´)ゞ it’s something my master made.

Purple: ye what medicine was it for?(o´ω`o)

Hallow: it’s called angel cure. A medicine that can gives you immortality.

Purple, who thrown something such variable item cause he think it’s a flu medicine:wha.... what....

The young demon cannot believe what’s his hearing, he felt his legs give way as he collapse on his legs he cannot help but disappointed at himself for being so stupid: (；ﾟдﾟ) THAT MEDICINE IS ELIXIR OF IMMORTALITY?!

Hallow: Hmm. ( *ᴗˬᴗ)⁾⁾ my master said it’s the perfect one yet. So it’s very good trade for the crystal!

Purple:

‘ bro that’s more than good trade. You could buy the whole shop with such item! Boss also want such item to be made! And I thrown. It. Out. In. The. Trash!!’

It was said Purple crazy boutique close down for three days and three nights because of the depressing news he discovered. The person who held such variables item—Hallow doesn’t even know the trouble he have cost as he look st the molded gem into Hiiro Amagi, the gems are far too little for a teenager or adult. So it was form into a a child.

#pink kkomas

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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Heyo! I’ve read a few of your stories and they are amazing!!

I was wondering if you could write twisted wonderland scenario with the first years and mc/yuu (or would it be reader..🤔) where the mc has Rapunzels healing hair (from the movie 😂).Maybe something where one of them gets badly injured and Mc heals them out of the blue with hair? Could be funny 😂. It could be platonic or romantic or anything you’re comfy with!!

Have a nice day💕💕💕

OMG thank you very much for the compliment! 🥺💖 Hopefully, I can keep bringing more stories for you all to enjoy (੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧💕

Just imagine EVERYONE’S reaction to that!! That brings the question… Did the Mirror of Darkness make a wrong judgement for this MC? :o

Title: “Not so magicless”

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Early morning More like very early morning

[Name] and their regular group of friends had agreed on meeting before classes started to share a chat and some tea, coffee, a pastry, have a small morning meeting.

Of course, the reliable ones were tasked with buying the drinks and foods everyone desired. They will soon find out the need to evenly distribute chaos and peace between them.

Sebek, Jack and [Name] approached the table they left the other four waiting on. However…

The [color] haired noticed a commotion before the other two. “So early and there’s already idiots making a mess here?”

“Uh, [Name], aren’t those…?” Jack began, making the non-magical look closely at the scene.

A bluenet carrying a redhead with magic, essentially making him float above his head. A short, lilac haired boy doing the same with a grey furball. Both duos were running at each other, yelling tactics, throwing random spells, and laughing at their dumb tournament.

“Wait, those are our idiots!” [Surname] exclaimed, handing the food they were carrying to Sebek before they could start running to stop the madness.

Ramshackle’s prefect tried to knock some sense into their friends. “What do you think you’re doing?!” It was Ace who answered, “Ah, you guys are back! Took you long enough~!” “That doesn’t answer my question!” The boys only laughed at the panicked screams of their friend.

“Very well then, if they won’t care for their safety, time to do my thing.” The magicless one decided. Mom friend, activate! “Deuce, Epel! Put them down right this instant!” Epel only answered by sticking his tongue out at them. Sufficient enough response for both of them, it seems, since Deuce blatantly ignored their order.

Sebek was the next one to try stop them. “Listen to [Name], you reckless fools! You will only damage the school and end up injured!” “Are you wishing bad luck on us, Sebek?! We’re doing just fine, go away!” Grim yelled back.

Diasomnia and Ramshackle students stared at the people they called friends with surprise and irritation.

“Grim, I-! ...Honestly, this is expected from you and Ace, what was I thinking.” “Hey!” The aforementioned duo exclaimed in mild anger at the assumption. [Name] continued, “But Deuce! What with being a honor student?!”

In through one ear, out the other. Once more, Spade ignored their words.

“Cut it out, you idiots! Why must you always find a way to make trouble?!” Jack snapped. “We aren’t even getting in-!” Deuce tripped over which led to Ace flying through the air after the magic keeping him afloat was abruptly interrupted.

“Deuce, Ace!!” Everyone panicked and ran to the injured pair.

Trappola tumbled down from the tree and Deuce rolled over on the floor to look at the sky and groan freely at the pain.

“You see why I was telling you to stop?! You guys tend to be reckless, and I don’t want you to get hurt!” [Name] quickly kelt beside the two groaning boys.

Jack looked at Spade’s injuries while Sebek and Epel examined Ace’s and helped him move a little closer.

The wolf spoke first. “There seem to be no major injuries, just some scratches on his hands, forehead and nose. Still, we should take him to the infirmary to make sure that bump on his head is nothing serious.”

The green haired informed, too, “Ace has some scratches from the tree branches, and most definitely sprained his wrist.”

Amid the frantic movements, Grim remembered something helpful. “[Name], doesn’t your hair do something..!”

“That’s right!” The [hair color] snapped her fingers at the comment. They quickly brought forth their long hair and wrapped a couple of locks around the injured places. “Stop sputtering, Deuce! Just let the hair be.”

Everyone shared confused (and mildly disgusted) looks, except the two half students.

“Uh, don’t you think we should take them to the infirmary as soon as we can? Or at least let Sebek, the one who’s from the most magic versed dorm help them heal?” Howl questioned his friend’s sanity at that moment.

Now it was the human’s turn to ignore logical words. They began reciting something, perhaps a melody, or a poem, or just a well thought out wish. Sparkles and light emanated from their tresses, and were gone by the next second.

“There we go~!” [Name] untangled their hair from their friends’ body. “How are you feeling now? All better, right?” Tender smile shaped their lips.

The playing cards duo prodded and touched their previously hurting parts, surprised to see no pain or blood was drawn.

Everyone stared at who they previously thought to be magicless in shock. “What was that, human/[Name]/[Surname]?!”

The monster cat chuckled at their expressions. “What? Didn’t you know they have magical hair that heals?”

“How do you know that?! Why did neither of you tell us this?!” Ace squawked.

“Were we supposed to find out on our own?!” Deuce yelped.

Epel was the one to make the question everyone was wondering, “Then why did the Mirror say your soul had no form?! That you had no magic!”

“Could it be…” Sebek started, “Their powers are beyond its comprehension?!” Everyone stared at [Name] in awe.

“Damn...I thought it was only Ace, Deuce and Grim, but it seems like everyone here share one single brain cell…” The prefect was concerned for their friends. “Guys, I don’t think it’s that mind boggling… It’s probably a delayed side effect from being in this world for too long…” They tried to reassure.

“Is that all it can do?” “How long have you been able to do that?” “Can..Can I touch it?” “Would you allow me to style your hair? Been practicing my braiding skills lately!” “How did you even find out about this?! It's so trippy!” The barrage of curious questions continued through their entire meeting, and even during and after class.

“Maybe I should’ve kept it a secret…”

And that, folks, is how [Name] ended up with a group of easily impressed 1st years trailing after them every time a wound came to be.

[END☆]

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Thank you for your request!

It’s always fun to imagine this bunch’s reactions to things! Even more so those concerning Grim and/or MC!

Hope this was a nice read~

#March 2021 special #request pavilion #twisted wonderland #reader is yuu #reader is mc #1st year gang #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #fun times #zack writes

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inumakiwrites · 3 years

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Thoughts.... ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

Chifuyu is the type of men that loves his friends, whenever he invites his friends over, he likes to introduce you to them. Baji and you both on the other hand are like very close and similar, usually you hangout with him a lot and he tells you about his stories with chifuyu. You like listening to them from his best friend's point of view, it's wayy funnier. Once you both were gossiping about chifuyu when he entered and heard you laughing at his embarrassing moments he just felt pathetic and sad, he just entered with a manga then bonked both of you. "Whyy?! Why are you making fun of me?" He started getting even more upset. "Cmon boo, it's not that bad afterall?" You pulled him closer to your shoulder giving him a headpat. "Chifuyu, actually it's fun, i even talk about my embarrassing moments so it doesn't matter, also you shouldn't always appear perfect infront of your partner!" Baji added. "Yes i agree, you should search for someone who loves you the way you are!" Chifuyu smiled after realising that and hugged you back "i mean i agree with you both-"

"you should be apologising because of what you did when you entered though fuyu"

"Nah you deserve it!"

#[🍡— t's thoughts]#toman chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers chifuyu #chifuyu #chifuyu fanart #chifuyu x you #matsuno chifuyu fluff

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

@cherry-jaemin ~ Hello! Can I request a dreamies reaction to you being an idol and their best friend? Thank you!! ♡ (◕‿◕✿) ~~~ Thank you so much for your request it was really fun to write, hope you’ll like it!! :)))))

Mark Lee

he cherishes you A LOT (︶ω︶)

but i honestly see him as someone who keeps his private life private

so your close friendship is kept lowkey

but he finds time to spend time with you despite both your busy schedules even if it’s made through your phone screens :(((((

one thing he’s most grateful for is that you understand

you understand what it’s like spending hours in the practice room frustrated, you understand what it’s like constantly missing home, you understand what it’s like working nonstop with no breaks until your body forcefully gives up my heart breaks for him every damn time

you understand him

your friendship is so pure (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

like you can both be laughing your asses off one minute, mark flopping around like a fish on land

and the next one you can be having a therapy session usually consisting of wordless comfort

mark doesn’t seem an emotional person but if there’s one(1) thing that can shatter him is witnessing you on your breaking point

like you were usually the one to check up on him often and pull him away from work for a while before he drowned himself in it

so seeing you overworked and utterly exhausted made him sick

no one could convince him to leave your side for some time (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

you clung onto each other and mark softly scolded you for taking more care of him than yourself despite knowing that he’d do the same you’re like his baby he’s allowed to

other than your emotional moments you’re so playful together

‘bruh’ ‘dude’ ‘man’ - your daily vocabulary involving each other -_-

you sometimes gather in a studio and just write lyrics together or help each other with practice bonding time

basically you just vibe together so well and you’re just so grateful for each other’s presence because it eases your hectic and busy lives

you feel like a breath of fresh air to him and vice versa

Huang Renjun

friendship with him is basically clowns clowning each other 🤡

even more so since you can both joke about your shared career

he makes a tradition of reacting to your every m/v god help u he clowns you from the first second to the last

“looking a bit constipated aren’t we, y/n? i guess that hotpot didn’t sit well with you” <(￣︶￣)>

“that’s just my face when i think about u, garden troll”

*huff* *incoherent mumbles of protest*

but he secretly streams THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR M/V and forces the rest of the dreamies to watch it several times too

you watch his radio every evening and sometimes even send in cringy messages just to get a reaction out of renjun lol

so basically you’re super supportive of each other but in your own ways

imagine sleepovers ma friend that’s a wiiild ride

ghost stories, alien conspiracies, crazy theories - THE MAIN MENU

bet y’all renjun can’t sleep without someone he can hold onto after watching or talking about scary things ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭

and you wouldn’t call that cuddling no, it’s more like....strangling....but with love....kinda....yeah that sure ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

on another note, you made it you personal mission to lift his confidence whenever SM doesn’t treat him right (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) y’all evil cockroaches

and renjun always promotes you subtly during his lives

“ ‘renjun can you give us a song recommendation?’ yeah sure actually there’s this song-” spoiler alert : it’s always one of your songs

one of the biggest secrets in kpop is who drew that *absolutely* gorgeous portrait of you that you proudly showed in your own live

spoiler alert x2 : it’s renjun, it’s always renjun

your friendship is really one of a kind

basically best friends lovingly clowning and supporting each other at the same time precious am i rite

Lee Jeno

jeno seems like a very comforting person to me

like he’s someone you can go and vent to about all the pressure of your career and what not

and he’d just listen to you and hold your hand tightly in his if you’re able to meet face to face, he has his own way of grounding you when everything gets hectic （＾ｖ＾）

he’s a lowkey hypeman

whenever you happen to perform at the same awards show as dream he makes sure to dance and cheer cutely for you o(≧∇≦o)

you won an award?? this man is so proud he hollers louder than your fans well basically he’s your no.1 fan soo :))))))

he always tries to shield you away from hate so it’s one of the reasons he doesn’t disclose much of your closeness lowkey protective jeno

you had an airport accident once common against idols unfortunately

lemme tell ya, jeno went NUTS (｀⌒´メ)

he’s not a confrontational person but he CAN and WILL be when it comes to you

he babies the heck out of you for the next few days :3

and once he has the occasion to turn on vlive he takes a minute to *calmly* explain that while idols love their fans, it’s not fine for fans to invade their privacy and personal space preach sister

you were also close to flipping the sasaengs’s shit up when they kept bothering keno with calls leave the man alone jeez (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he always reminds you to to take care of yourself

“don’t push yourself too hard” “don’t drink too much coffee, you’ve seen what it can do to jaemin and we don’t want that now, do we?”

he often covers your dances ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ and nails them

“jeno you’re dancing better than me on MY OWN SONG”

“idk what you’re talking about” (＾ω＾)

overall your cheerleader and each other’s poorly read not at all paid bodyguards

Lee Haechan

“your sun is here to enlighten your life!!!!!”

“gtfo hyuck”

this man knows no privacy

he’s ruthless and he visits whenever he wants even if it means that’s on a wednesday AT 3 AM (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

he tells you it’s because your ‘just forcefully woken up’ is the best blackmailing material

in reality it’s because he just misses you A LOT ( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ )

this rascal is busy a lot and you’re busy a lot and so every single moment spent with you is so so precious to you both

he gets overwhelmed by this feeling of longing sometimes so he acts on instinct and just barges in wherever you are

but you can also count on him at any time

*middle of the night* *donghyuck sleepily answering his phone* *sniff* *sniff* “hyuck”

“yeah what’s wrong??? who am i beating up???? should i take johnny too???? just say the name cutie (*｀Ω´*)”

you only ended up crying about missing his cuddles

*sigh* “you only love me for my cuddles”

you once told him fleetingly that you missed breakfast and lunch

you found 2 boxes of takeout outside your apartment already paid by a certain someone i need a hyuck pls

he’s also quite vocal about your friendship and randomly mentions you

“y/n told me that i look cutest with my baby belly so unless you wanna pick a fight with them lay off gremlin” ー(￣～￣)ξ

both your dreams are to get to collab on something anything it would be heavenly for hyuck to colllab with anyone tbh

nothing can keep you 2 apart, your duo is just too strong and the world just isn’t ready for you

Na Jaemin

he’s such a warm person

he babies you but just because he wishes you’d have more time to spend with each other ( *’ω’* )

so the only way to quench his worry is texting you daily to make sure you’re alright and taking care of yourself or he’d personally do it

the way he talks about you tho (╯✧∇✧)╯ like you put the stars in the sky you did for him

“y/n is actually quite good at this game, i ate dirt when we played together”

“y/n looks so pretty in those pictures we took together” Σ(*ﾉ´>ω<｡`)ﾉ

“y/n is my favorite model end of story”

talking about his love for photography, you’re his model 80% of the time

his camera roll is filled with pictures of you every time you find enough time in both your busy schedules to meet up

he has enough to open a fanpage if he hasn’t done that already ;)

in turn you’d secretly dedicate parts of the lyrics you wrote to him

i’m telling you he would CRY hearing your sweet voice sing such beautiful words meant for him he would feel so appreciated pls ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

he always says that he has no other friends other than his members so having you validating the strong bond he feels with you would elevate him to cloud 9 :,(((((

i can imagine you two meeting on a variety show a mess that would be

you can’t be too close in front of the cameras in order not to give the wrong impressions

but behind the scenes you’re not leaving each other’s side, chatting and clinging onto each other the entire time (≡^∇^≡)

and even on screen as long as you’re allowed to you’re attached to the hip, ALWAYS beside each other

in conclusion you’re the besties everyone is envious of and wishes to share such a precious bond with someone ∩(︶▽︶)∩

Zhong Chenle

y’all are basically the ‘you can’t sit with us’ pair -_-

another one who i think would keep your friendship private

like it is public that you two are friends but neither of you shares more about your meetups and so on

but chenle is lowkey highkey whipped

chenji making keychains for the rest of nct? +1 for y/n (/^▽^)/

surprise party for chenle’s birthday? you’re dressed as staff waiting for him to notice you after cameras are turned off he screeched so loud the entire building heard him and then proceeded to cling onto you forever

you know how chenle took jisung to him home in china? he took you with him as often as you both could afford the time to he even rescheduled a few times to make it convenient for you to come along (｡•́︿•̀｡)

he buys all versions of your albums cuz he can

going to each other’s concerts!!!!!

i can imagine you accompanying his family to the dream concert (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥) the same one when jeno and jaemin decided to get nakey nakey yes

you’re texting nonstop istg (◔_◔)

chenle can always be seen texting in the waiting rooms and so on

you’re his source of confidence before concert and certain schedules

also you’re probably discussing your hangout plans :))))

which often ends up in playing basketball in a park at night and then getting bored or tired and just wandering aimlessly around

you secretly record duets together unreleased unfortunately ( ب_ب )

and he teaches you how to play piano

basically your friendship is very playful and you find a comfort place in each other to remind yourselves that you’re allowed to have fun and live your lives o(*>ω<*)o

Park Jisung

i think it took quite a while to befriend him

his shyness can get the best of him sometimes it’s okay bby

but once you got hi to break out of his shell you’ve got yourself a lifelong best friend congrats (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

he shows his caring nature through small acts

texts you good luck and encourages you before award shows

becomes your dramatic weatherman

literally glitches if you ever have even a *slightly* sexy concept

“how did you like the dance, jisungie?”

“i-uh...um...it was...yeah...it was really uh *coughs* *clears throat* it was NICE, yeah...nice” (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)

ofc he *absolutely* loved it, he just respects you and looks up to you too much to make any further commentary

you coach each other through dance routines :3

you never fail to calm down and give confidence to jisung whenever his nerves get in the way

jaemin actually specifically asked you to look after jisung during his hiatus

jisung’s TMI’s sometimes involve you (´ㅂ`๑)

“today’s tmi? i started working on a surprise for you czennies...and i got help from a very talented performer”

the surprise was a dance cover choreographed and performed with you that was the death of your fandoms ੧| ⊗ ▾ ⊗ |୨

you can be considered childhood friends so you understand each other with little to no words spoken

that’s why everyone loves your ‘partners in pure crime’ friendship

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