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Subtle (n.j)

❝ Your boyfriend does a lot of things right. He studies hard, wakes up on time, never forgets your birthday, and likes all the same snacks as you. On the outside, everyone notices how sweet he is as your other half but your parents would probably forbid you from seeing him if they knew what went on behind locked doors.❞

m.list | ao3 | minors dni! if you read it, reblog it.

requested by @zenlzen

wordcount ― 10.9k

pairing ―   jaemin x fem reader 

content ―  summer vacation au, established relationship, college setting, fluff, smut

note ―  first of all, lets give a round of applause to @rainyjeno​​ for stepping up to become my main beta, now i no longer have to release fics full of typos ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)  this ended up more dirty than i was anticipating so….ur welcome. 

smut tags under cut::

smut tags ―   softdomleaning!jaemin, he loses himself a lot,heavy emphasis on him loving your boobs, he has a lace kink and/or is really into the feeling of it against his cock, titty fucking, panty fucking, panty stuffing(orally in a quick jerk off session), grinding, nipple play, nipple abuse lmao, lots and lots of praise, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), deep throating, overstimulation, use of pet names like “my baby”, “pretty girl”, and “sweetheart”, some crying, eye contact, choking/suffocation (from cock), he feeds u cum for a second post-sex.

        The sun was hot against your skin and far more inviting than the five days of rainstorms prior to this. Jaemin had texted you a screenshot of the weather all five of those gloomy days, counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds it would be for you to join him at the lake with your shared friend group. The semester was finally over and the happiness you’d both felt about the new summer freedom and near-perfect grade point averages weren’t dampened by the rain. You were ready to let loose, Jaemin was ready to let loose, and the sun was on your side today. 

         After being with Jaemin for over a year and a half, you’d also figure that the sly eyes and mocking would stop. Sure, during the first few weeks of the relationship the group of friends would get a laugh at how disgusting the two of you were together—always holding hands, celebrating your anniversary by the month, and giving each other little gifts and love notes. On the outside, it looks like the two of you were shy, reserved even. 

         Jaemin never made a point to do intimate things where people could see outside of a small kiss here or there, maybe some hand-holding. He didn’t mind the mocking too much though. In a way, it’s kind of funny how even the closest of his friends have no idea how different he is when the room is veiled by moonlight. 

       Looking up to the sky, you take note of the way the clouds are far more capable than just appearing pretty and soft, lazing by and shading your group of friends for only a moment. The rain before this day proves as much. You think sometimes, Jaemin is similar to those clouds. Comfortable, soft, pretty, but the second they get the chance, they’re pouring down and soaking you thoroughly. 

“I’m gonna go swim–” You sigh out, looking at half of the group of friends already in the water, practically taking turns to throw each other.  

         Jaemin was there, sitting across from you with his knee resting on your leg. He smiles at you, nodding his head towards the water as if to tell you to go ahead. You assume he will follow when he’s ready, you can tell he’s soaking in the rays and enjoying himself on the posh grass. 

         With a small clap, you hop up to take off your t-shirt, or his rather large t-shirt. You were always thankful he bought lounge wear far too big for both himself and you, it makes clothes easily shared without the fear of stretching them out. Plus he enjoyed the way it would fall against your thighs and enjoyed it, even more, when he got to see you take the shirt off. 

         Standing there, you already feel Jaemin’s eyes on you, scanning the skin he had barely gotten to touch the way he truly wanted. Part of him thinks that you may be similar to his friends in assuming how he is in bed, despite experiencing it yourself. With both of you having packed schedules during the semester, you living with your parents to save money, and him living in a tiny college dorm with a very nosy roommate. He really can’t stand that he hasn’t been able to go all out. Neither of you can ever be loud. He constantly has to hold back to avoid getting walked in on, and while you can kind of see that he holds out nine times out of ten, you still think he’s given you the best and possibly wildest sex you’ve ever had. So it’s not like you’re complaining.

         You make a point to stand there for a little longer, looking pretty for your boyfriend before rushing off to the lake so you can join in on the fun. His eyes never leave your body, zoning in on your chest and the way your nipples perk up at the summer breeze. Jaemin watches until you’ve gotten to the shoreline of the lake, and only pulls his eyes away from you when he realizes that his roommate is literally doing the exact same thing. 

 “Eyes to yourself.” Jaemin narrows his eyes and pinches his friend on the arm.   

         Jeno jumps from the sudden pinch, staring at Jaemin with raised eyebrows. He hadn’t even noticed he was staring, but to be fair, he simply followed Jaemin’s line of sight to see what the fuck got him looking so flustered. It isn’t his fault he hasn’t gotten laid in like two months, and it isn’t his fault that Jaemin’s girlfriend has nice tits. 

“Jaem, this is the first time I’ve seen you stare at her like that.” Jeno shrugs, because Jaemin is aware that he’s thirsty for women and could probably never get a shot at you anyway. “You guys still haven’t fucked yet, or?” 

         Jeno thinks it’s kind of a waste. He knows the two of you have been dating for over a year now and never once has his friend shared the thrill of his sex life. Never once has he brought you back to their shared dorm to spend the night, outside of studying or grabbing something to borrow. Never once has he ever looked at you so openly in public like that. Jeno thinks that maybe his conservative friend is ready to take the next step with you. 

         Jaemin, however, is internally laughing. Not only have the two of you had sex, but you’ve had a lot of it. That considered, he knows there’s still a new side of him you haven’t seen in full, and there are still sides of you that he hasn’t experienced yet. Again, the lack of privacy kind of keeps the two of you fairly vanilla despite it being some of the best sex you’ve experienced, and believe him when he says he has tried to do more. He has tried to make time where the two of you could be alone, but it always gets fucked up. Someone is always there.

“You think we haven’t had sex?” Jaemin asks, leaning back and using his arms to hold his weight. He feels the sun against his face and squints over at Jeno. “Seriously?” He adds with a quirk of his brow. 

“Come on, you swear you guys have a sex life, but I literally just don’t see it.” Jeno laughs, copying Jaemin’s stance and feeling the sun against his own skin. 

         In Jeno’s defense, Jaemin holds such softness with you that he genuinely can barely imagine his own roommate having sex at this point. He didn’t even grope you before you ran off to have fun in the lake. He never gropes or touches. If anything, the two of you must be the most normal in bed. Boring as all hell. 

“That’s the point. We don’t exactly need you to be aware of what we do.” Jaemin rolls his eyes.

 He does grow tired from time to time of his friends poking and prodding his sex life, mostly because he hates that even though he tries to keep it under wraps, the lack of sex they assume he has always becomes a point of conversation. Still, at times it’s just funny to Jaemin. It makes him feel like he’s truly giving you something special. Like no one knows or gets to know unless it’s you. Honestly, he can’t help being a private person.

“Jaemin, I’m going to say this in the most respectful way possible–” Jeno starts, eyes trailing to you shoving Renjun’s head under water twenty feet away. “But like, if I had a girlfriend like that you would definitely know what goes on.”

“Too bad you don’t have a girlfriend like that, huh?” Jaemin immediately fires back, eyes also trailing to you. 

 ~

       Jaemin has a plan. One that didn’t involve the obnoxious group of friends, family, parents, strangers, or anyone besides the two of you. He started saving up after a few months of your relationship starting, simply because having no privacy was already unbearable by that point. It has taken him up until now to save enough, and he smiles brightly when he inserts his card information and receives his confirmation email. 

         A small and dainty little house that fit within his budget right on the beach. The house comes with beautiful views, tons of amenities, and most of all, some fucking privacy. 

         His mind is running a mile a minute by the time he prints off the confirmation to give to you as a gift. Thoughts of loving you without eyes and ears surrounding the room. Thoughts of being in a home that the two of you can call your own for four days, almost sending him into a daydream of marrying you and starting a tiny family there. 

         Just you, him, the beach, and whatever flat surface inside of those walls he can prop and hold you against. His excitement is huge and by the time he makes it to your house, he feels like his heart is going to jump from his chest. 

“Jaemin!” Your mom calls out, fond of your boyfriend and the way he has never done a single disrespectful or inappropriate thing in front of her. 

        A little frustrated that she always greets him first, you peek from behind your mother at the door. Jaemin’s eyes go from your mother’s to yours, his smile changing slightly in a way that shows you he has a specific smile reserved for certain people. You smile back, gently stepping in front of your mother to grab his hand.

         You thought it would just be another night with your boyfriend. One where you both share dinner with your parents. Jaemin being his normal self with his praise towards your mother involving her homemade dinners and man-talk with your father about some sports games that you know Jaemin could give less of a shit about. Yeah, another normal night where you’d both head off to bed because your parents trust him, and they trust you. A normal night where you’d both have to avoid the bed because suddenly, a month ago, the hinges began to creak and now you have to do it on the floor. 

         It wasn’t a normal night though, because, by the time you closed your bedroom door, Jaemin just stares at you with a shit-eating grin that slowly fell into a smirk as he held out a piece of paper to you. Curious, you take a step forward and grab the sheet of paper, flipping it over so that you can read it.

Confirmation # XXXXXXXX Congratulations, you’ve successfully booked “Summer Dreams Honeymoon Getaway” for May 31st to June 3rd!  

         You read the paper, look at him, then back at the paper. “Wait–” You say, lips upturning. 

         Jaemin is still smiling, looking to the ground for a moment a bit flustered because he knew you would be happy, and his favorite thing to do is make you happy. 

“Just the two of us?” You ask excitedly, pulling out your phone because suddenly you’ve forgotten what day it is, you realize that you leave with him two days from now. 

“Yeah,” Jaemin beams. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while actually–” 

         He doesn’t have to say much more before you’re throwing yourself at him, peppering his face with sweet and gentle kisses. You’re so overwhelmed by the act of kindness that you’d almost forgotten how miserable it is to not have any means of privacy with your boyfriend. You’d grown so used to it that you figured it would always have to be like this, and you were willing to accept it if it meant keeping him by your side. 

         He’s shown his need for you, his need for privacy with you, his need to be free and spend time with you untainted by someone else’s energy, and truly, what a stupidly perfect boyfriend.

“Should we go shopping tomorrow?” Jaemin asks, pulling back from your assault of kisses on his face, hands holding you close by the waist. 

         All you do is nod, though you both have swimsuits and anything you could possibly need for this trip. A shopping trip wouldn’t hurt.

 ~

         He’s taking you all over town. Grabbing this, and that, and some other things just in case. By the time the two of you stop for lunch, he seems to have grown a bit bashful. 

“So–” He says timidly, watching you take a sip of your drink. “There’s another place I want to go but I don’t want it to make things weird.”

“Make things weird?” You ask immediately.

         Jaemin has held back a lot. Taking you to a store like this would be a first for him for any girlfriend. Being in a public place, openly purchasing such things makes him feel a little too seen, but he wants to do it. Plus, due to his holding back, he’s almost starting to feel like he doesn’t care. He’s already been seen openly checking you out, he’s struggled with the schedules preventing him from touching you. The fact that you have some sort of idea of what he’s really like in bed, and now the two of you finally get to experience it? Honestly, his cock is driving this specific decision. He’s not ashamed. 

“Yeah, um–” He looks down at his food and twists his fork around a bit before whispering something to you.

“Oh, that’s all?” You look at him, heat flowing across your cheeks.

         You’re into it. He’s told you before that he wanted to see you in such things and that he wanted to do more. Of course, you believed him, but it’s not like he’s gotten the chance to actually do it. Even this store he’s planning to take you to, it’s not anything to be shy about. You were thinking he was about to take you to a full-on sex shop, which you’d still be into going. 

         You always wanted more too though and you’ve silently asked for more. He gave you what he could without being caught in the act, and now you realize that this trip will ruin you by the time you return home. Whatever you do there, you won't be able to do at home and that pisses you off to no end. 

         Nodding to him, he smiles. 

“Knew you’d wanna go.” He glows when he says it, feeling like you’re truly the perfect match for him

 ~

          The dainty white lace sat against your skin comfortably as you stared at the set in the mirror. This was what he liked the most in the store, despite the hundreds of other colors, fabrics, and sets you had considered. Part of you doesn’t want to take it off and you’re feeling a little on top of the world looking the way you do right now. You wish Jaemin hadn’t gone home, but to be fair the two of you leave together tomorrow and he needed to pack as well. He was going to be back at your front door in less than 12 hours to start the trip over to the beach house, and you didn’t intend to take this lace lingerie set off until Jaemin did it himself. 

         His eyes made promises all throughout that shopping date and you picked up on it, you focused on his eyes and the way you could tell he was envisioning what you’d look like in each of the lingerie sets the two of you considered. You saw those same eyes light up at the most basic set, but you didn’t question it. You’re glad you didn’t because now that it’s against your skin you realize how perfect it truly is. 

         You have so many cute matching pairs of bras and panties, but nothing this soft and delicate, nothing this expensive. You’re not taking it off until Jaemin does it himself, you’re really not.

 ~

          Your boyfriend looked groggy as you opened the front door with your bags in your hands, and of course, your mother offered him something to eat before heading out. He obliged, causing you to lay your bags down and follow them into the kitchen. In all fairness, he probably agreed so she didn’t suspect that he’s definitely taking you away for several days to fuck the senses out of you. 

         You, on the other hand, were wide awake, lace sitting hidden under your clothes and skin feeling as if it is in a state of constant prickling. You want to leave now. You want to be alone with him now. Your mood gets to you quickly by the time your mother is wandering around the kitchen gathering things to make. Staring at Jaemin’s hands, looking at his sleepy face– you would let him throw you on the table right now if it weren’t for the fact that your mother would be incredibly disrespected by it. Time to flaunt, you guess, to at least wake him up a little. 

         Does he know you’re wearing the set? Is that why his groggy and sleepy eyes widened when you purposely dropped that hand towel and picked it back up, making sure he can see up your skirt while your mother was across the room looking for the perfect tea to serve for breakfast? 

         Surely he saw because now he’s wide awake and frantically looking between you and your mother, internally fighting himself to keep that energy of being the soft puppy dog boyfriend. His energy stays the same on the outside, but you see the flash in his eyes, looking you up and down and only just now processing that once breakfast is over with, he has you all to himself. He doesn’t have to hope you bend over for him again behind prying eyes, he could easily just slip a hand up your skirt and feel the pretty lace there as soon as he gets you out of the door.

         God, you’re getting to him. His composure continuously falters and makes him look like the virgin everyone assumes he must be. All he can think about is that in just a few hours the two of you won’t be locked in a space with parents or friends. You’ll be able to fill the silence of a room with whatever sounds you want– and he knows exactly what sounds he wants to hear from you.

         By the time your mother sets down a simple, last-minute breakfast in front of the two of you, Jaemin feels stupidly hard in his casual attire at the anticipation of this trip. He’s shifting his legs under the table, willing his thoughts to leave the expanse of skin under your skirt, he’s forcing himself to talk sweetly to your mother as if he doesn’t want to shove his entire length down your throat right here, right now. 

         His thoughts won't calm, nor does his cock, and the breakfast tastes incredibly bland because he’s eating it so quickly that he literally tastes nothing, all so he can hop up and run out the door with your bags without so much as a “see ya later!” to your mother. 

“Oh, I want to use my favorite cup, actually.” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, making the breakfast last as long as you can because you can see him struggle beside you. He looks at you with pleading eyes, tearing a piece of the toast with his teeth as he brings his attention back to your body, fully intending to suffer by watching you tease him anyway.

         That you do, walking across the kitchen and lifting up on your tip-toes, leaning forward just enough so that he can see the underside of your ass beneath the fabric. You smile to yourself when you hear his fork clatter to the plate.

“Jaemin, Are you okay?” Your mother asks, lifting herself up to grab a napkin to wipe the crumbs off of the table that had fallen from his fork.

“I’m fine, just need to use the bathroom–suddenly.” He tries to save himself, hands covering his obvious hard-on as he shuffles from his chair. Thankfully he’s never done anything suspicious before so your mother doesn’t think twice about it. She shrugs and then turns to you when he rushes out of the kitchen and to the bathroom.

“Your cup is in the dishwasher.” She says after realizing you’ve been over there for far too long looking for that cup. 

“Oh!” You cheerfully laugh back, knowing full well that your cup was in there all along. 

 ~

 “You did that on purpose.” Your boyfriend seethes out with tense lips, looking you up and down the moment the two of you get into the car and close the doors. “And–you’re already wearing it...” He then blanks out, losing composure yet again. Your mother is standing outside, attempting to wave the two of you off and he’s getting incredibly frustrated with the fact that he still doesn’t have you alone even behind locked doors. Windows, fuck windows. 

         He looks at you for a few more seconds and then turns in his seat to give a bright smile to your mother, waving at her before starting the car and trying to speed out of the driveway as respectfully as he can.

“You picked it out, of course, I’m wearing it–” You say with a light voice, the voice you use to tease him quietly in the darkness of your bedroom. “I thought you wanted me to flaunt it.”

“Of course I do!” He retorts, focusing on the road and wishing so much that this drive goes by quickly. “But right in front of your mother? You could have killed me in there.”

         You laugh again, running your fingers up your thighs and to the hem of the skirt that’s been the focus of his eyes all morning. “I think you liked it.”

         Jaemin looks at you for a split second and shakes his head in defeat. “Didn't think you were the type to get off on humiliating me.” He admits with a laugh, his cock still twitching uncomfortably in his pants. 

“To be fair, I think there’s gonna be a lot of things to discover for the next few days.” You finally calm yourself of the teasing, because it’s not like you intended to humiliate him– you just like seeing him go crazy over you. Is that so bad?

         Jaemin thinks for a moment, looking at the clock and already internally counting down the hours the two of you can walk into that little beach house and absolutely destroy it. “I guess you’re right.” He smiles over at you. “I can finally stop acting like I don’t want to rip your clothes off–”

         You interrupt him quickly. “I never said you couldn’t do that in the first place.” 

         Thinking to himself again, you’re not lying. In the beginning, you did try to get cozy with him in front of people, you did try to be loud, and you did tell him to do whatever he wants with you in the midst of blown-out pupils and messy sheets, but he can’t help that he doesn’t want the entire world to know what he likes, how he likes it, or how he does it. He doesn’t want your mother to dislike him and think he’s using you for sex. He doesn’t need Jeno to know what either of you sound like when you’re reaching climax. 

         It’s not even that you want people to know either. It just appears that Jaemin likes to keep his sex life under wraps, and that’s why privacy is an issue. Alone, in your room with him, you know the two of you could get away with a lot more, but he’s always anxious about being caught, about being seen as something that he hasn’t already shown them. You respect it, truly. But god, sometimes you just wish he would go all out because the man genuinely makes you feel like you could scream from a mountain top about how good his mouth feels on you.

“You know, it’s going to be hard to enjoy the beach–” Jaemin goes to change the subject, stopping at a red light and looking over at you. “Then again, I didn’t really intend for this trip to be about the beach anyway.”

         You knew what those words meant. It’s vacation enough just being alone with him if you’re being honest.

 ~

          As the time to arrive was drawing closer and closer, you could practically see Jaemin shift into the man you’d only seen snippets of in your bedroom. Only now it was fully him. He was still the same man, the same soft and gentle boyfriend you’d spent so many nights with, but this time he isn’t hiding or pretending. He isn’t brushing off any touch you throw his way either. He’s making dirty little comments towards you, telling you how good you look, reaching his hand over to tease the skin of your thighs, and even staring for a few seconds longer than usual at the expanse of your chest.

         By the time the two of you pull up to the place, neither of you feel the need to do the awkward walk through the house commenting on how nice it is. No. You’re crawling in your skin, legs burning from the warmth you’d felt from his hand for hours doing nothing more than soft rubs. Jaemin, on the other hand, appears to be just as occupied in his thoughts as you are.

         He doesn’t even pop the trunk to grab the packed bags because, at this moment, all he needs is you and that soft lingerie set that’s been hidden from him since that morning. The moment that door shuts, he’s looking at you and drinking in the silence. The realization hits him so fucking fast that finally– fucking finally–

“Do you hear that?” He asks, eyes finally scanning you fully as you stand there. He stops for a moment and stares at your chest, cursing the tank top that you have over it. If he looks hard enough, he can almost see the texture of the lace beneath it.

“Hear what?” You say, leaning against a counter and already feeling the need to rub your thighs together at his tone of voice. 

“Exactly.” He says, walking up to you and pinning you there in an instant. “We’re finally alone.” 

         You’re not even shocked by how fast he’s got his hands on you, feeling every inch of skin that is visible before trailing them to the hem of your skirt. “I’ve never gotten to touch you like this in a kitchen before–” He whispers, running his fingers up your legs and to the curve of your ass. 

         It sounds stupid, dirty talk involving the very mundane room you’re standing in, but he’s right. The freedom he must feel right now has to be as intense as it is for you. Thoughts of dishes clattering, glass all on the floor, and a hefty bill for damages after this trip is somehow incredibly hot to you. The pure hunger he has for you simply because no one is around seems pathetic, but it makes it that much more meaningful to you. He wants you so bad that he can’t even bring himself to find the bedroom in this place before getting his hands on you.

         You can feel him shiver against you at the mere shameless touching of your body in an open kitchen like this. The window blinds are open revealing a view of the sea, the sound of salt water rushing to the shore– still he only looks at you. The air in this house is cool and prickles against your skin, but still, all you feel is his fingers trailing all over your body.

         Only then, as he hovers in front of you, does he press himself against you. His hand is already reaching for your chest and kneading over the material of your tank top there. “I could have you right here, couldn’t I?” He drones on in a whisper against the skin of your ear, still in the thought of how he can do anything he wants wherever he wants with you right now. 

         You nod to him, head spinning from the mere ghostly touches of his fingers being blocked by your clothing. You can feel his breath against your neck now as his other arm snakes around your waist in a half embrace, his other hand still kneading the flesh of your breast. “I finally get to hear all of those pretty sounds that you had to swallow up at home–” 

         You shiver at the words, pressing your body towards him and turning your face so that you can try to catch his lips in a kiss. It can happen right here, right now. You genuinely do not give a fuck. 

         He obliges in your kiss, knowing that your silence at this moment is likely caused by all of the times he’s kept you quiet before. He can feel your need through the way you work your tongue into his mouth like you did so many times back home, and that’s how he knows he’s got the green light to continue. 

         And that he does, pulling away from you and watching you try to chase his lips. He watches and looks down your body once more. “As much as I want to fuck you against this counter–” He pauses with a sigh and looks around the openness of the house, ignoring his cock pressing against his pants and demanding to be let free. “I want you on top of me.”

         He steps back and drags you with him gently by the material of your tank top. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

         You’re a little in awe at how this is how he’s always wanted to act. He’s moved and positioned your body countless times in silence but never has he asked for what he wants out loud. You oblige, of course, you oblige.

         You follow him to a very soft and wide-seated couch, one that could probably act as a bed if he so wanted it to. Then he sits himself down, kicking his shoes off in a careless way before looking at you as you stand there. His eyes aren’t leaving your body, always zoning in directly on your chest and wondering if your nipples have perked up under all of that cloth. 

         He holds you in place by your waist for a moment and only pulls you into his lap when he leans himself back against the couch, instantly feeling you sit yourself down and against his bulge. He’s thankful you’re wearing that skirt, knowing full well that your lace-clad pussy is sitting right where it belongs, despite his own pants shielding his cock from feeling the intricate designs. 

“There we go–” He coos, pulling his hand up to run the back of his fingers against your cheek. “Now let’s get this off.” He tugs with his other hand at the hem of your tank top, smiling at you when you immediately lift it off. 

         He sits for a moment, bracing his hands on your now naked waist, staring in full view of how the bra perfectly cups your breasts. “I knew it would look good on you–but fuck.” Jaemin swallows hard and you can feel his cock twitch against you. A wave of warmth runs throughout your body at the way he gazes at you, it almost makes you want to hide your face at how different and new this feels with him. 

         Everything feels open, you feel more vulnerable despite having shared intimate moments like this with him before. It was always quiet, no words to be said. He never talked, and barely did he ever even sigh loud enough for you to hear his pleasure. Now he’s just—talking, talking, fucking talking, and you’re basking in it. 

“You like it?” You say, grabbing one of his hands and placing it against the lace bra. You watch intently at the way his fingers instantly make an attempt to drag against it, tracing the cups and only barely grazing the skin there. 

         That alone causes your nipples to perk harshly, prodding against the airy material and peeking only slightly at Jaemin, who is still staring with growing pupils. He doesn’t even respond to your question, because he feels as though his mouth could be doing much better things than having a conversation right now. 

         You yelp in surprise when he lunged forward, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples through the fabric. He wets it with his tongue and flicks against it with ease while his other hand gently prods its way beneath the cup of the other. You can feel the sensation in your gut when he does it, the warmth of his saliva soaking through and coating your nipple to the point all you can do is plant your fingers in his hair and throw your head back to bask in the feeling. 

         Feeling his hips gently rut up against you, you do your best to grind down a bit as he works his mouth over your chest, running his tongue between your breasts so that way he can assault the other nipple through the fabric. Neither of your breasts are left unattended because you shiver only for a moment at the cool air hitting the saliva-soaked nipple before his fingers are slipping their way in to continue rubbing against it, warming it right back up. 

         It almost feels like overstimulation of your nipples already, with the fabric becoming harsh as his tongue massages through it, but you don’t argue. He stops every few seconds to almost nuzzle his face against your bra before going back to work, back and forth, wetting the bra to the point that your nipples stay erect and needy for more of his touch. 

         After a few moments, he pulls back satisfied, running his hands down your sides and resting them on your thighs, just below the bottom of your skirt. 

“You look so shy right now.” He says in a low-toned voice. “You wore this for me, and teased me with it, only to act like this when I finally get to see it?” Jaemin adds with a bit of bite in his voice, pinching the outside of your thigh only slightly to get a little jump out of you. 

         You stare back at him, folding in on yourself in a weird kind of way. A way that you know you’re only doing it because he seems to be getting off on the act of shyness. He seems to like seeing you flustered, blinking at him under your lashes with a small smile. You are feeling a bit shy right now from the newness of it, but it doesn’t change the fact that you want him to absolutely make your knees buckle. 

         Smiling, you grind yourself a bit against him, still keeping yourself quiet so as to not taint the way his voice sounds echoing against the walls here. You see him react, his fingers digging slightly against your skin when you do it, feeling him hold you in place for a moment before flipping your skirt up and holding it there. 

“God.” He groans out as he stares down at the wet spot already formed against the white lace panties, so wet that there’s a visible spot on his own pants from you. The wetness matches what he did to your bra, and this is exactly why he picked this color for you. 

         Jaemin looks back up at you, and then back down before he loses his composure and starts to move your hips on his own accord, watching his bulge disappear from beneath you and reappear with a larger, darker, wet spot against his pants. He wants to feel the panties so badly against his cock already that he can barely force his eyes to look up at you. 

         You watch him lose control for a moment, smirking to yourself at how you’ve barely done a thing and he’s already acting like this. You love seeing your boyfriend like this, you love being able to spend this time alone with him. Seeing his focus on the lace, you wonder if you can do something you’ve never done before. Maybe you can make him moan, writhe, by doing it. 

         Slowly, you grind against him using his hands as a guide, watching the way his eye contact never leaves the heat of your pussy, and just as slowly you grind further and further back until your pussy is hovering between his legs and you’re slowly getting off of his lap and onto your knees in front of him.

         He watches, still staring at your pussy until it is no longer in his line of sight, eyes now shooting to your tits and the way they press against the saliva-soaked fabric. He looks to be mesmerized, and you’re loving it as you reach forward and unzip his pants.

         He jolts for a moment, grabbing your hand as if to tell you that it isn’t time to go down on him yet. He’s not done with what he wants to do yet, but you shake his fingers off of your wrist, quickly pushing his pants down his thighs and to his ankles. You sit for a moment, looking up at him with doe eyes. 

“I don’t know why I tried to stop you–” He says as he unbuttons his shirt to reveal his chest. He now realizes how truly good you look between his legs like this, on your knees and needy. “You look so fucking good right there.” 

         Jaemin stares down at you, ignoring the breeze against his cock, and waits in anticipation for whatever it is you’re planning to do. When you press your tits up and against his cock though, dragging the lace and sending harsh vibrations through his entire body, he nearly breaks. 

“Stick it between them–” He groans out, watching the way you move for him. 

         When you go to put your arms behind your back to undo the bra though, he sits up quickly to grab them. “No, leave it on.” He says, leaning back again and allowing you to slip his cock under the bra and between your tits. 

         He sighs heavily at the feeling of the band holding his cock in place between your mounds and he doesn’t hesitate to reach forward and press them together so he can see the head peeking out from the top. 

“God, I love you–” He groans out, slowly pressing his hips up to essentially fuck your tits.

        As he’s grabbing at you, he begins to knead your flesh in his hands, fingers running over the laced nipples to get a shiver out of you. Only then does he grab them harshly, pressing them so tightly together that when he fucks up, he feels a shiver run straight to his cock at the very image of him finally getting it between your tits.

        You can feel the bruising thrusts against your skin, but the look on his face is too good to ignore. You can to see more of him like this, you want to feel more of him like this, so, you place your hands against his and press them even harder against your tits to offer an impossible amount of friction against his frantic cock. 

        He moans out at that and it’s your first time every hearing his sounds of pleasure above a sigh or a whisper. It swallows your mind whole, hearing the echo against the walls and the pure ecstasy of it. You can feel your panties soak even more as you begin to rub your thighs together. 

        Jaemin is in his own little world, feeling the lace band hug the base of his cock so tightly that he feels like he’s being choked. The pressure is so fucking good when he’s being rubbed raw like this, he feels sensitive and absolutely overtaken by the way he fits so perfectly between your tits. 

        He continues to stare at the way the head of his cock disappears between the flesh of your tits and gets so turned on by it that only now does he realize how badly he wants to see how perky your nipples have become. From beneath your own hands, he doesn’t hesitate to grip the trim of your bra and let your breasts bounce free. 

        The friction he had was minimized only slightly, but his lust bubbles up the moment he sees your nipples. Immediately he pulls his hands back and put them over your own now. 

“Hold them together for me, pretty girl.” He soothes, moving his own fingers to flick and twist at your nipples as his thrusts become a bit more erratic. 

        You see him seethe out, chewing against his bottom lip as he focuses solely fucking and abusing your chest. You find yourself loving it though, pressing them together and allowing yourself to feel the sensations of his fingers sending constant spikes of pain and pleasure throughout your body. You’re so wet by this point you can barely stand it, feeling the wetness already on your thighs and allowing them to glide together easy when you start rubbing them together at a constant pace.

Only when Jaemin feels like he’s losing control does he pull his hands back and watch the way you’re face is contorted into that of discomfort. You look so pretty like this to him, you must be feeling neglected. 

        He swats your hands away from your tits to allow his cock to fall free of them aside from the band of your bra. His precum shines against the inner sides of your mounds and across your chest and that alone should be enough to tell him how good you’d look covered in it. God, there’s so much he wants to do. So much he wants to say. His face feels hot, his cock is twitching, and you are literally just too fucking perfect. 

“I love you too.” You whisper, lifting up a bit to let his cock spring free of your bra, but then you’re immediately back down, pressing your lips to his shaft and looking up at him. “Did you like that?” You giggle out.

        Your voice sends him into overdrive when he nods to you with a smile. There’s so much he wants to do but now his thoughts are riddled with the idea of finally hearing you gag around him. He had to be gentle at home, fucking into your mouth in a slow way so that when he feels your throat constrict, he can pull back...but now–

“Are you going to use your pretty little mouth to make me feel good?” He asks, already pressing the swollen head against your lips. “Can you take more of it now?” He asks again, pressing a bit harder.

         You don’t even answer, opening your mouth and tasting the pre-cum against your tongue as you make haste to swallow him up. 

         Jaemin shoots his hands to your hand, pressing your head down more and more because he wants to feel you gag this time. He wants to see how pretty your eyes would look in a glassy haze of tears. He wants to see the mess of saliva and precum bubbling from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to breathe around him. Only– you don’t stop him? You take it with ease up until his entire cock is bottomed out and your nose is pressing against his pelvis.

“Shit–” He mutters out, looking at you in awe. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do this?” he adds, pressing his hips up to see if he could manage to get his cock even further down your throat. He can see your eyes smile, though they’re already beginning to water up a bit. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jaemin says, skewing your head up and watching the way your mouth stretches around him. “So good to me.” 

         He sees your eyes light up at that before they fall closed, and he watches the way your nose flares out to try and take in a breath. The fact that you’re not pulling off is one thing, but the fact that you’re allowing him to constrict your airflow for his own pleasure is another, very amazing thing to him. He loves that you’re taking it so well, and loves even more how you grip his thighs when he doesnt even pull out, and instead grinds himself against your throat just to feel it constrict more around him.

         You’re humming against him with each gag, doing your best to stay put as it becomes harder and harder to breathe. Everything feels hot, the tears in your eyes, the saliva pooling in your mouth, Jaemin’s pre-cum continuously dripping into your throat. You really do your best, but breathing through your nose is becoming more difficult by this point, and when he holds your head in place by your hair, skewing his head to watch his cock slowly drag out of your mouth, you can finally moan out a breath. 

“Fuck,” His sigh is long and drawn out. “Fuck.” He says it again, pulling all the way out of your mouth and watching the way you suck in a breath despite the saliva dripping from your lips. You stay in place though, flicking your eyes up to him with a nod before he’s pressing back in to do it all over again.

         Never would he have believed you’d cockwarm him with your mouth, but here you are, and here he is. He can’t stop himself. He’s barely even fucking your face at this point, he’s more so just burying his cock into you in a way that will cause your throat to pulse around him as your body panics for a breath.

“Shh-” He soothes, pulling one hand from your hair and wiping a tear that begins to run down your cheek. “Look how good you’re making me feel.” He says back, gently rutting his hips into your throat, leaving no space at all for air. “You’re doing so fucking well.” He adds with a grunt, chewing at his bottom lip as he stares in awe at the way you just take it. 

         You try to nod, but it causes an intense gag to reach your throat and you can’t help but cough. You don’t pull off of him though and instead, you choke around him, determined to keep him in place so that he can continue his praise.

“Aw, baby girl,” Jaemin soothes again, pulling slightly out of your mouth so that you can suck in another breath and calm the choke. “You can’t breathe, can you?” 

         You shake your head and release your grip from his thigh, solely because your clit is on fire for pressure and all you can think to do is give Jaemin what he needs along with yourself. He watches this motion, eyes following your hand all the way down until it disappears behind the edge of the couch. Then he watches the way your arm flexes as you touch yourself. 

         Jaemin then shoves your head back down and bottoms his cock out in one go, lost in the thought of how good you must be making yourself feel while barely being able to breathe. He’s in awe and absolutely fucking in love with you in this moment to the point that he has no issue with guiding your mouth on him. A proper blowjob he could say, deepthroat and all.

        You choke around him at the quick pace he moves your head, but every half second your fingers are stimulating your clit in such a perfect way that it’s almost hard not to cum with all of the stimulation. You’re still wearing the incredibly soaked lace that for a moment you forgot you were wearing them at all, they’re clinging to your skin and allowing your fingers to glide smoothly across the sticky wet spilling out of you. 

        Your boyfriend continues his assault on your throat, eyes focusing between your tits pressing against the couch to the way your arm speeds up to do something he can’t see. It grows to be too much for him, so he pulls you off of him by your hair and looks down at you with blown-out pupils. He looks incredibly lost like this and also sexier than he’s ever been. 

“If we keep doing this, I won't last.” He admits as he swats your hand away and grabs your arm. “Come back and sit on it, I know you need more right now.” He tries to keep his composure when you stand up to reveal just how wet you’d gotten in the midst of suffocating on his cock. 

“Take that off first–” He says, looking away from you for a moment just to try to keep himself from cumming completely untouched during this short moment. 

         You obey, slipping your skirt off and already bracing yourself to get back onto his lap. He helps you, allowing you to balance yourself on him as you straddle and press your pussy against his cock. 

“You did so good,” He praises you with a kiss when you sit down on him, and he does moan into it when he feels the lace slide against him. “Was it too much?” He asks, pulling back so that he can search your face for any amount of discomfort.

“I could have taken more.” You admit, continuing to glide your hips against him. “You looked even better than I thought when you were doing that to me.” You say in a half-gasp, feeling your clit strive for the attention. 

“Yeah?” He says, quirking a brow and watching the way you must not even notice how you’re getting yourself off on top of him. 

“Yeah.” You say, trailing off as your thoughts focus on the stimulation between your legs. You roll your eyes back for a moment, realizing that any amount of pressure against you could probably have you screaming his name and clawing against his skin for more.

         Jaemin watches you do this for a while. His cock is still impossibly hard and sensitive as you ride against it with ease, the lace he had picked out doing its job perfectly in not getting in the way. He can tell you’re getting into it more and more when you brace your hands on his shoulders and really start to go at it. 

        His eyes watch the way your body moves on top of his, the writhing and pure want showing with each jerk of your hips towards his middle. He gently caresses your face, knowing that your body reacts this way only for him, and only for what he does to you. “My baby, so needy isn’t she?” He murmurs when he pulls you down so he can whisper against your ear. “Just ask, I’ll give you anything you want.”

         You always loved that he did this. Jaemin always has control, but he doesn’t take advantage of it. He does give you everything you could imagine. You love the way he touches every inch of your body, leaving no expanse of skin left without his lips or fingers against it. You don’t even have to ask at this point as your hips swivel and yearn for more, more, more. After having spent so many nights where the two of you had to be quiet, Jaemin knows exactly what you want. 

“Hm?” He hums with a smile in his voice, tilting his head to get a good look at your lust-filled eyes. “We are finally all alone, and you’re still being so quiet.” 

        You look at him, clenching his arm and snapping your hips against his cock harshly. He’s right. There’s no parent in the other room, no friends listening in. 

“I’ve always wanted to hear the way you’d sound for me–” He moves his hand down, skewing your panties to the side. “without holding back, talk to me baby.” He adds with a breath, slipping his cock against your pussy and allowing the sticky fabric to hold him there “Come on, don’t be shy.”

         This only causes you to moan out, gliding your bare pussy over his cock and feeling it in all of its fullness. You look down, watching the way his swollen tip hits against your clit before stretching out the lace fabric of the panties, and then you look at him. You want to ask him to fuck you now, but–

         He is also staring, clearly, he’s lost himself again as he watches the way his precum seeps through the already wet fabric each time you glide back. He’s amazed by the feeling of your folds hugging his cock, and then by the panties holding him in place and offering a soft and delicate type of pressure to his tip.

         He moans as he lunges forward, pulling you down against him in a tight embrace. You’d think it was a sweet gesture rather than a horny one if it weren't for the fact that you can feel his cock fuck against you and into the panties. 

         Your boyfriend is, quite literally, fucking your panties with you in them and you couldn’t be bothered to protest because it’s incredibly hot seeing him lose himself like this.

         You lay there in his arms, feeling his cock beat against your clit relentlessly just to feel the soft fabric of your panties stimulate him. You’d never imagine this happening and for some reason, you’re incredibly into it probably because you’ve been on the verge of an orgasm for a solid four minutes. 

         Helping him out, you lift yourself back up and smile at how his arms loosen and immediately go to your waist. His eyes open and they’re straight back to watching the way he’s stretching the panties out.

         He stares harder when sees you pull the panties from your heat and practically wrap the fabric around the head of his cock. All he can do is fuck upwards, feeling the base of his cock being held directly against your pussy from the panties holding him there. The friction is so little, but seeing the lace practically cut the circulation off of his cock is driving him mad. He thrusts upwards again, groaning at the pain of it but he still doesn’t stop. There was already so little space between you and your panties, given the perfect fit, but he can feel them stretching out more and more with each of his thrusts. He is fucking into nothing, and solely getting off to the feeling of the thin, thong-like fabric choking his cock out. 

         His hands begin to grip your waist so hard that it feels bruising, and sure, you know he was implying he would fuck you earlier but it was too good to see him get lost in this. You can see his frustration each time he thrusts up, but then his eyes go back to the image of his cock wrapped up against your pussy and he loses it again, thrusting even more frantically. 

         You can feel your panties stretch out, rubbing the creases of your thighs harshly with each snap of his hips, but you hold out and finally begin to move on your own accord to allow your clit the pressure that you had felt moments before. 

         Neither of you have any sort of rhythm because you’re fucking against him, and he’s just desperately trying to chase a high that’s barely there. His frustration grows and grows until he shoots a hand forward and unwraps his cock. The loosened fabric is no longer of use to him when he immediately holds himself in place and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Ask for it.” He says with eyes so blown out and his voice so raspy that you can barely recognize him. 

         You were thrown off by the sudden change of pace, but you want nothing more than to have him thrust that hard inside of you. You want nothing more than to finally feel his cock pounding so deeply inside of you that you’re babbling like an idiot and finally able to scream out for him. 

“Tell me you want it as bad as I do,” He says again, pressing the tip slightly against you. “I want to hear you talk this time, please baby girl– just talk for me…”

         He’s almost begging you to beg for him.

“Please, Jaem, fuck m-” Before you can even finish speaking, your breath is caught in your throat as he practically rams into you with one deep, harsh thrust. 

         You go to try and speak again but he’s got his hands on your waist and he’s already lifting up to get his nipple in your mouth. The stimulation all over your body is too much for you to pin-point a single thought to voice out for him. He’s totally lost in it anyway, feeling your pussy clench around him at the sudden intrusion. His hips won't stop, they just move faster and faster as his tongue chases your nipple and the way it bounces away from his lips with each thrust. 

         All you can do is yelp, each moan coming out when you bounce against his thighs. You grip onto his opened shirt, pulling and tugging to keep some sort of grasp on reality but he’s really just fucking gone and willing for you to join him. Jaemin is muttering words against your nipple as he bites and sucks, fingers harshly holding your waist and digging into the flesh there. 

“You’re so fucking hot–” He mutters at one point, moving his mouth to your other nipple. “You sound so pretty when you ask for me to fuck you–” He mutters again. “I knew you’d like it like this.” He continues to talk against your skin, bruising your nipples. “You feel so good clenched around me, so tight.” 

         You’re seeing a flurry of white as he talks effortlessly despite his merciless thrusts into you. You bask in his voice and the constant praise while you make an attempt to bounce yourself now, meeting his thrusts halfway. Jaemin stutters his praise and moans out instead, relaxing his hips so he can watch your pussy suck him in each time you bounce.

“Yeah, like that–” He groans, rolling his eyes back for a moment out of pure pleasure. “Fuck yourself on me.”

         You can tell he’s not done talking and you don’t mind it. It keeps you from having to think of something to say in a moment where your brain is quite literally falling apart. 

“Tell me you love it,” He asks for praise of his own now, stiffening his abdomen and feeling the way your pussy jerks him off. 

“You know I love it.” You express in a quick gasp, leaning down against his ear so that he can hear the full volume of your voice. “I’m so close,” You groan out, sitting yourself down and burying him inside of you one last time before swirling your hips and rubbing your clit against his pelvic bone. 

“You gonna cum on me like this?” He looks at you and then back down to see your swollen clit bumping against him. “Just like that?” There’s a smile in his voice when he starts to fuck up again, hitting your clit harshly in the process, “Want me to show you how crazy you make me?” 

         You’re already losing it, especially when you feel him wrap his arms around you and push you over to the side, he is smooth with it, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you when your back hits the cushions. Now that he’s on top of you, there’s absolutely no control to be had on your end. 

         He hooks one of your legs and wraps it around his waist and he begins to drive his cock in and out of you with a messy and wet sound. His fingers go straight to your clit, rubbing harsh shapes and circles against it.

         He watches the way your tits stay half restricted from the bra he completely forgot to take off of you, your bruised nipples peeking from the fabric. He thinks they look good like this anyway, and to be fair he liked the way the lingerie set laid ruined against your skin.

Jaemin continues rubbing and flicking your clit as he pounds into you at a different angle and he can practically see the lights go off behind your eyes. This only drives him to go harder, faster, until you’re finally moaning loud enough that he can never forget it.

“Still close?” He asks out of breath, trying to hold back his own orgasm. 

         You try to answer, you really do, but it hits you so fucking fast that all you can do is tense your leg around him and hold him in place. You’re clenching around his cock so tightly, cumming so incredibly hard that you do release a very loud moan. 

         His fingers are still rubbing your sensitive clit and he can feel your orgasm hit you around his cock. All it took was that moan, one that even he wasn’t expecting to be so loud.

It wasn’t even supposed to be of his name, but what you were trying to say is “Jaem, I’m gonna cum.”, instead, what you moaned out was his name. Over and over. You couldn’t help it, your brain wasn’t working and your body felt tight, but god did he love it.

         He basked in it, his own orgasm rushing through him in waves, spilling into you continuously. Your walls were still clenching around him, causing his cock to just keep fucking going. 

         A mess of breathy words and moans follow, most of which were Jaemin trying to explain how much he loves you, how good you are to him, how hot you sound, and of how much more he’s going to do to you later.

          Your words still only consisted of his name, all the way up until you opened your eyes to see him huffing and falling forward onto you. The sweat drips against your chest as he lays there, and your body twitches as it comes down from your high.

         Both of you suddenly feel uncomfortably wet and sticky, and only now does he lift his head to look at you. “You can be louder, you know.” He laughs, finally pulling himself out of you and staring down at his work. The panties are embarrassingly stretched and he can see the swollen marks they had left against your skin from the pushing and pulling. Still, his mind is in the gutter and all he can do is reach down to pull them off of your tired legs to keep for later.

“I’ll have to get some more of these.” He comments to himself, gently leaning to grab at your hands. “We should find the bathroom in this place.”

“And maybe we should nap?” You add in a tired and fucked out voice. 

 ~

 The nap never happened, infact, before the two of you even got into the shower he was on his knees, watching his cum seep out of you and scooping it up with his fingers. For some reason, you weren’t taken aback when he lifted them to your lips and let you gently clean his fingers of the filth. 

He was already hard and ready to go by the time you’d finished, and all he could think about was how wet those stretched-out panties must still be. He allowed you to slip into the shower though because he could see your sleepy eyes grow heavier. He opts to throw on his pants and run out to the car to grab the neglected packed bags in order to give you your toothbrush, considering he just fed you a mixture of his and your own cum.

By the time he gets back inside, he’s all pumped up and ready to join you in the shower, mostly to see how nice your skin would look with soap running down your body. Naturally, his brain is already replaced with his cock again, so he’s quick to snatch the panties up off of the couch and rush to the bathroom with your toothbrush. 

You jolt for some reason at the door opening. The water had already soothed the welts against your ass and thighs from the lace, but you become rigid at the image of your boyfriend standing there and shimmying his pants down his legs. His cock is hard again. All you can do is shake your head because you need at least an hour's nap before going for another round after that. 

         He doesn’t falter, thankful that you’ll at least let him stay in the bathroom with you to enjoy the show. Only after he sucks your panties into his mouth and abuses his own neglected cock to another orgasm does he pull himself up on weak legs and enter the shower with you.

        Jaemin thinks you may be his favorite person in the world in the way you manage to gag on your toothbrush, but never that embarrassingly around him. He definitely loves you. 

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My thoughts on OMORI and its message

I feel like I should talk about the impact OMORI had on me as a whole and recent posts made the thoughts I had after finishing the game for the first time come back, so here we go!

Remember this is my own interpretation, so don't take anything I say as the irrefutable truth! Likewise, feel free to add anything I might've missed in either tags or reblogs! I love hearing about other people's interpretations of the game!

Lastly, please forgive me if something I write isn't clear or easy to understand, I just needed to get this out of my system, so apologies for any typos/formatting issues ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜!!!

TL;DR: OMORI is a complex game about acceptance and choosing to move forward, and how the choices you make will influence the path ahead of you.

There are two routes the player can choose to follow during OMORI, as well as three endings you can reach based on those choices. The true route (which can lead you to either the good ending or the bad ending) and the hikkikomori route (which leads to the neutral ending).

As I've stated in previous posts, I firmly believe this game is not about "unconditional love" or "always forgiving"; rather, it's about not running away from your mistakes and confronting, accepting, and moving past them.

The hikkikomori route

One thing I've seen a lot of people do is disregard the fact that Sunny completely forgot about Mari's death. Yes, even if Headspace Basil or Stranger remember, and even if Something is a constant "reminder" of the truth, Sunny does NOT remember this UNTIL the day before he moves away, which in turn leads to him looking for Basil and thus, this resulting on a fight breaking out between the two of them which lead us to the hospital, where we choose one final time.

We know the cycle and resetting of Headspace has happened AT LEAST four times before the events we see in the game thanks to this dialogue found right before the Black Space segment of the game.

What we don't know is if Sunny actually remembered the truth during those instances or if Omori managed to put a stop to it. Personally, I like to believe this is the case. Why, you ask? Simple. I like to believe the hikkikomori route is but another one of these cycles.

Nothing special happens, nothing that alters Sunny's routine. Sure he is going to move away, but he still chooses to isolate himself in his house and wait until that day, doing nothing but the occasional chore and sleeping. He doesn't open the door for Kel, there are no external stimuli that indicate something is wrong and the ones that are already present inside the house have been blocked (the piano room, the closet, the backyard). And so, there is no reason for Sunny to question anything. There's no reason to accept or forgive anything.

To Sunny, Headspace is real. To Sunny, the truth is that his name is Omori and that he goes on all sorts of adventures with his friends while his dear sister stays behind. This is the truth he's accepted for four years, the life he's taken on and the life he'll continue to live should he not open the door.

Sunny has forgotten himself. He cannot accept the truth or forgive himself because of this. Daddy Longlegs confirms this thanks to the following dialogue:

Not only that, but Sunny also starts seeing himself as Omori in the mirror at the end of the hikkikomori route, which only solidifies the fact he has lost himself at this point and has given in to the safety of Headspace.

Lastly, let's not forget one of the biggest differences between the true and hikkikomori routes—the "boss" fight. Whereas in the true route, it's Omori, in the hikkikomori one, it's Stranger.

Something really interesting is the change of Stranger's dialogue between the true and hikkikomori routes. Here is the dialogue during and after the fight we have against him:

There is a distinct aggression that Stranger lacks in the true route. Stranger is the embodiment of everything Sunny wishes to forget. No matter how hard he tries to separate Basil from the incident, the truth is that he will always be linked to Mari's death one way or another, and, as Daddy Longlegs says:

However, even if Sunny didn't open the door, the fact he is moving away remains. We know this causes Sunny some sort of uncertainty and discomfort, as seen by the "Time" area in Black Space. Sunny is aware something will change and that causes him anguish. It's both figuratively and literally, a timer. To leave and forget or to step outside and find out the truth.

The reason Stranger is the final "boss" of the hikkikomori route is precisely because he is the last obstacle Sunny must "overcome" before he's able to fully forget himself. He is moving away and he's chosen to go with it, to let go of the past forever and completely abandon his identity as Sunny to embrace Omori fully.

Stranger, of course, knows that Sunny has chosen to turn a blind eye to the truth, so as a last attempt, he forces him to face him, to confront everything he's run from, and try to snap him out of it. But by this point, Sunny has given up all hope. He refuses to accept the truth, he refuses to see the pain and suffering his actions have caused, and so, Stranger backs off. Because he knows that at this point Sunny is far too gone.

The true route

With that out of the way, let's focus now on what is canonically considered the true route of the game. We all know what happens: Sunny opens the door and steps out of his house for the first time in years, which leads him to reconnect and mend relationships with old friends and make new ones, all within the span of three days until he moves away.

This is already a huge difference to the alternate route, as he actively interacts with all sorts of people and environments, allowing him to explore the real world and reconnect with it again. Of course, Headspace's influence is still present (as seen by the Headspace imagery that we can see around Faraway on the first day we go outside), however as time goes on, these disappear and instead Sunny starts remembering memories he had buried deep underneath the vibrant colors and fantastical aura of his dreams.

We all know this, so why am I bringing it up?

Thanks to all the stimuli that he's being exposed to, Sunny is able to remember more and more of what happens. He can no longer run away because Mari's death is a fact that he is constantly being reminded of by the world around him. Little by little he pieces what happened back together right until the sleepover he has with everyone else at Basil's house.

During three days, Sunny begins remembering who he is, and although Omori is him, he is not Omori. He is not as strong as him, nor is he able to ignore his fears like his counterpart. Just like the branch coral dialogue indicates:

Omori can mimic a human, but Sunny will never be an empty husk. His human nature remains above all and that is precisely why he can only run for so long. One way or another, Sunny must confront his mistakes and choose.

He can still run away by not opening the door on the second day, he can still escape during the sleepover by choosing not to save Basil, but by this point, he's already faced with the truth.

Now, let's talk about Basil and Sunny's fight. Although Sunny realizes Mari's dead, he doesn't learn the full truth until after Black Space. Again, one of the main things that distinguishes these routes is what happens with Stranger after we've explored this area. The main difference is that, unlike in the hikkikomori route, in the true route, Sunny knows that he has people he can count on. He knows he is not alone, as stated by Stranger:

Sunny is no longer isolating himself. He can finally see that people care about him and that he counts with them. This is reinforced by Hero, Kel, and Aubrey's dialogues right before the fight with Omori:

As well as Basil's before Sunny enters his house for the last time>

Both of these scenes happen right before Sunny takes the initiative to confront and accept what he's done. The difference between the true and the hikkikomori routes is the fact Sunny is no longer alone and he trusts that he'll have his friends by his side until the very end.

And then, we reach the final moment. The final decision.

Just like how Stranger was the final boss for the alternate route, we stand before Omori, who readies his blade as he blocks your path. Sunny has learned the truth, he has seen what he's done and now he has to fight. To prove that he is ready to move on.

Omori has been Sunny's shield for so long. So now Sunny must show Omori he is ready to let go and be himself.

This is the difference between the journeys we go through on each route.

The reason I believe that the hikkikomori route ends with a “neutral” ending is because Sunny never faced the truth. He didn’t even try to do so, instead choosing to hide away and forget, rejecting the idea that Mari died once again. Whereas in the true ending and the bad ending, he accepts this fact and embraces it. He sees the incident once again and remembers the role he had in everything that happened over the course of four years. And then he chooses if he wants to move forward or not.

Let's look at the cutscenes that play after the fights with Stranger and Omori respectively. (I will be using the good ending cutscene for the true route):

One of my favorite things about these is the fact that in the Hikkikomori route Sunny is still submerged in the darkness of Black Space. He is still blinded and therefore he can't see those who still care for him, those who cheer on him and wish him to move on. Instead, all he sees is Omori, because that's all he's known for four years. He is the only one who's been able to provide comfort to him because he won't let anyone else inside.

This changes during the true route, and regardless of what happens in the fight, one thing is clear: Sunny has accepted the truth. He is no longer blind to what happened, and he has finally come to terms with it. Only then does he decide if he wants to take the next step forward or not.

My thoughts

If you've read this far, thank you! Now, you must be wondering what does all of that have to do with the game's message. Well, I'll get to that.

First, I want to make one thing clear. I firmly believe Sunny's journey is not one of forgiveness but of acceptance.

Sunny's been stuck in an endless loop for roughly four years. All he's done is relive the same stories and go over the same path again, just as the following dialogue shows:

He will never be able to move forward unless he accepts the truth. What's done is done, and no matter how many times Headspace is reset, Sunny will never be able to undo it.

This is why the hikkikomori route is a neutral ending compared to the bad ending, even if the outcome is considered worse but most of the fanbase. Because in the hikkikomori route, Sunny never took a step forward. Nothing changed. Meanwhile, in the bad ending, Sunny knows what he's done and he chooses to take his own life as a response. He took a step forward but didn't have the courage to take the next one.

This leads to the last ending. In the good ending, Sunny takes two steps forward instead of one.

In the secret cutscene for the true route's good ending, when Sunny and Basil’s Somethings disappear, it isn’t their guilt or their regret. Rather, it’s the delusions (both literally and figuratively) that have blinded them for so long, the delusions that made them unable to move on. And now they can finally see past them and find each other.

They can finally accept that YES, Sunny killed Mari, and YES, both of them hurt the rest of their friends AND each other with their actions.

That’s the first step for them to heal.

But it’s definitely not the last one.

Trauma doesn’t go away so easily. And sure, life will be rough for a while. But at least they’re LIVING. They finally see things for what they are, and they are able to move past them and try to forgive themselves.

Maybe they won’t forgive themselves. And their trauma is never going to go away. But at least they’re no longer trapped in a lie and can choose what they want to do with their lives.

This is why, to me, OMORI is not about forgiveness. The story never shows Hero, Kel and Aubrey's reactions to the truth because this isn't what the game wants to focus on. Sunny's journey is for him to accept the truth and come to terms with it. But it's not the only journey we see along the way. Take Aubrey for example. She too came to terms with her actions towards Basil during those four years, and although there is not a conclusive ending to this, we see how she realizes her actions weren't justified no matter how hurt she was and she chooses to try and make amends.

Choices are extremely important in Omori. Sure, we can choose if we want to run away from an enemy or fight it, we can choose if we want to buy an item or not, we can choose to play the minigames or do the side quests we get along the way. But at the end of the day, the choices we make determine the future of the characters.

By opening that door, we can see the different outcomes of the story. And to me, that is just how real life is. We don't know what will happen in the future, we don't know if we are going to hurt others or if we'll regret our actions once everything's over, but what's important is to have the courage to make those decisions in the first place, the courage to accept when we're wrong and then choose to move forward or not.

Omori has taught me that making mistakes does not equal you being a terrible person. It is your choice to learn from those mistakes and improve. No matter what, you must have faith in yourself and those around you, and know that even if you didn't make the "right" choice, you can learn from it and you can become a better person thanks to it.

And I think that's beautiful.

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CHAPTER SIX

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Five | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: It has already been five months since your last encounter with Tarasov and his men, but you can’t shake off the feeling of something being wrong. You never expected as well that you’ll be pulled in a European trip, parallel to the trip that you had intended on not attending.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter six. i was supposed to post this last night, but ended up falling asleep. i had speed everything up, from this point, i’ll be following now the timeline for far from home, but i’ll be tweaking the whole movie to fit my story. in this one, all of avengers are still together and none died. this is a happy zone, if you don’t like what i’m doing, it’s better if you just sit this series out. as always—notes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. thank you for supporting my work! again, i’m sorry for the typos ><

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, violence, murder, deaths, guns, knives, and blood

WORD COUNT: 6,308

Happy had been tasked to drive you to school today, usually the team would take their turns in driving you to school, and Wanda should’ve been driving you today, but something came up so Happy is in charge. It’s really fine with you walking to Midtown on daily basis, but they reasoned out that they don’t want to miss a big part of your life, so you just let them be.

It has already been five months since you transferred to Midtown, and you can still clearly remember your first day in, you were such a nervous wreck. You were not used to being surrounded by people of your age, you were really overwhelmed by it, and in a school full of geniuses none the less. It kind of intimidated you, and speaking of geniuses, you had hoped back then that your knowledge is still sufficient for all of these classes that you’d be attending, but you were pretty much surprised on how well you had just fit in right away.

So far it has been pretty peaceful for you, you haven’t heard anything from Abram nor his men. You also had met Peter’s friends, Ned and MJ, you got to know them and had been included in their friend circle. Ned and MJ are both super cool people, though you can’t ignore the sinking feeling everytime Peter talks about his big fat crush on MJ. You’ve been trying to squash those feelings down, but the harder you squash it down, it just come right back, and even more stronger.

You’ve been gone for two weeks, and it felt like it’s your first day of going to school all over again. Tony had informed your school that you’ll be away for a two weeks to visit an important family member that’s sick, but he knows that it’s just a ruse. In actuality, there had been a contract that was offered to you. You were in Hong Kong for the last two weeks, you had been offered a contract to kill someone, and Tony had helped you get away from school for the time being. You can’t really turn down a contract, no matter how badly you wanted to. You usually finish contracts that were given to you right away, but this one in particularly was kind of challenging, you had observed the target on the first week before you made your move. Two weeks was the longest time frame that you had.

“(Y/N/N)?” Happy called out for you, but you seem so out of it, “(Y/N)! We’re already here.” You snapped out of your daze and turn to happy.

“I’m so sorry, Happy. Wasn’t able to hear you the first time.” You gave him a small smile.

“Are you okay? You’ve been so out of it these past few days, and it’s kind of a bit concerning.” He looked at you with concern.

“It’s alright, I’m alright, Happy. Just y’know, thinking about a lot of stuff.” You shrug.

“Is it about the man that is after you? You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, kind of. To be honest, I don’t know. It’s just everything seems so peaceful that it’s getting hard to believe it. I can’t help but think about something’s gonna happen all of a sudden.” You sighed, “It’s been five months since my last encounter with him, I don’t know if the contract he put out against me is still up.” You grabbed your bag.

“It’s been five months, right?” You nodded, “Then I’m pretty sure that no one is after you anymore.”

“Maybe, but you never know. Usually when it’s this quiet and peaceful, something’s about to go wrong. But anyways, thanks for driving me, Happy.”

“No problem, and good to have you back again, kid. Now off you go, I’ll be picking you up later.”

You got out of the car and waved Happy a goodbye. You began walking towards the entrance of the school, and when you got inside, the hallway was buzzing. Students are walking towards their first period and some are getting their stuff from the lockers, you also hear the school news playing in one of the televisions that is attached to the wall. Your stuff for your first period is already inside your bag, so there’s no need to stop by at your locker. As you walked to your arrived at your classroom for the first period, Peter and Ned are already there. You walked towards your seat, which is just infront of Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), welcome back!” Ned greeted you happily, “How was your trip? Where did you go anyways? And what happened to your face? It’s like everytime you’ve been gone for how many days, you seem to come back with a new set of bruises.” He added.

Despite of being friends for five months now with Ned, he has no idea of what you actually do. He has completely no idea of you being an assassin. You trust Ned, but sometimes when you want to tell him, you just always seem to forget. Maybe today’s the day you tell him about it. You looked at Peter, who’s already looking at you and just gave you a shrug. I mean it’s yours to tell, not Peter’s.

“It’s your choice if you want to tell him.” Peter said, “If only you want though.” He added.

“Tell me what?” Ned asked in confusion.

“First of all, thank you for the welcome back greetings, Ned.” He nodded at you, “And second, I’ve been in Hong Kong for the last two weeks.”

“Woah, Hong Kong? That’s so cool!”

“Third, it seems like I can trust you despite the short time of knowing you.” Ned nodded his head, “Shorter version of the story is that I’m an assassin and I’ve been offered a contract to take a hit on someone. So that explains the bruises I always get.” You said it like it was a normal thing, causing Ned to look at you with wide eyes.

“What?! You’re an assasin?!” Peter covered his mouth quickly. You looked around to see if anyone heard you, thankful that no one was listening.

“You’re lucky that no one heard you or else I’ll have to kill the person who heard you.” Ned’s mouth was still being covered by Peter’s hands, “Hah! Just joking with you!” Ned let out a breath of relief when Peter removed his hands from covering Ned’s mouth.

“So you’re an assassin?!” Ned whispered at you, and you nodded, “That’s so freaking cool! So are you like Natasha Romanoff and an avenger?”

“Yes and No. I’m not an avenger.”

“What?”

“Been asked to join a few times before, but as always, I decline.”

“But why?”

“The avengers life is just not it for me. Don’t want too much exposure.” You shrugged your soldier, “But I sometimes help them out in silence. Got too many people after me, can’t afford being a part of the team.”

“Seems like it, the publicity that the avengers are receiving is no joke.”

“Okay, enough about me. What happened while I was away? What did I miss and what are you guys talking about earlier, seems like pretty serious.”

“We’ll be having a science trip, and Peter here had been making plans.” Ned said.

“Ooh, fun! Where to? And plans? What plans?”

“In Europe. Peter’s been making a plan, he’s gonna finally do something about his crush on MJ while we’re on trip.”

The moment you heard about Ned saying that Peter will finally be making a move on MJ, it was like a glass had just shattered behind you and you began tuning everything out. You had entered your headspace, it’s like you can’t hear everyone around, and you are only left with you and your thoughts. You can probably hear your heart breaking as well, you’ve been totally out of the zone, didn’t even hear Ned or Peter when they ask you something, until Ned decided to shake your body by gripping on your shoulders.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Peter asked you.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry for zoning out, still tired from the trip, you know.” You let out a nervous laugh.

“So will you be joining the trip, (Y/N)?” Ned asked you.

“What trip?”

“The science trip!” Ned exclaimed.

“Ah, got to have a rain check on it first.” You smiled, “But hey! I wanna hear Peter’s plan. What are your plans, Pete?” You turned to him.

“Oh yeah! Okay, so I came up with a plan while we’re on this Europe trip.” He said excitedly, “First, I’m gonna sit next to MJ on the flight.” Peter began telling you guys about his plan during the Europe trip.

“Mhm.”

“Second, I’m gonna buy a dual-headphone adapter and watch movies with her the whole time.”

“Seems like you got it all in the bag, Pete.” You commented.

“Yeah.” Ned said.

“Three, when we go to Venice—Venice is famous for making stuff out of glass, right?”

“True.” Ned replied and you just shrugged.

“So I’m gonna buy her a black dahlia necklace because her favorite flower is the black dahlia because of, well-“ Ned cut him off.

“The murder.”

“Yes, the murder. Four, when we go go Paris, I’m gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and give her the necklace.”

“Oh.”

“You’re quite the romantic huh, Pete. Never knew that you had it in you.” You teased, causing Peter to blush a bit.

“Five, I’m gonna tell her how I feel. And then, six, hopefully she tells me she feels the same way.”

There you go. Peter was so deeply in love with MJ, you really do need to flush your feelings for Peter down the drain, and you know that you don’t stand a chance against MJ. So it’s better to spare yourself from tha pain and heartbreak. But on the hindsight, you’re kind of thankful that you won’t be able to witness all of these stuff, because you certainly won’t be going on the science trip. No one had contacted you yet to offer you a contract, admit it or not, you’re silently wishing someone would send you a contract offer right now so you can have an excuse not to attend the trip. Maybe ask some help from Tony to pull off a few strings for you to not attend the trip.

“Oh, don’t forget step seven.” Ned said.

“Step seven?” Peter raised an eyebrow at Ned in confusion.

“Don’t do any of that.” You let out a snort at Ned’s response.

“What…why?” Peter’s face etched with confusion while looking at Ned.

“Because! Because we’re gonna be bachelors in Europe, Peter.” You playfully rolled your eyes at them and chuckled.

“Bachelors? Really, Ned?” You laughed.

“Ned.” Peter said, looking at Ned seriously.

“Look, I may not know much, but do know this—Europeans love Americans.” Ned defends.

“Really?” Peter questioned.

“And more than half of them are women.” Ned added.

“Are you for real, Ned?” You laughed.

“Yeah!”

“Okay. Sure.” Peter sighed, “But I really like MJ, man, okay? She’s awesome, she’s super funny in a kind of dark way. Sometimes I catch her looking at me, I feel like I’ve stood up.” You raised an eyebrow at Peter.

“Are you sure? Isn’t she a very observant one? Maybe she’s just finally catching onto you being spider-man.” You said.

“I’m sure!” Peter said, looking over your shoulder, “She’s coming. Just don’t say anything!” You shrugged, and saw MJ approaching you guys.

“What up, dorks and (Y/N). Excited about the trip? Also, welcome back, (Y/N).” She smiled at the three of you.

“Hey, MJ. Thanks!” You smiled back at her.

“Hey, yeah, uh, we’re just talking about the trip.” Peter said.

“Yeah, and Peter’s plan!” Ned backed him up.

“You have a plan?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t…I don’t have a plan.” He looked at Ned, silently telling him to shut up.

“No, he’s-he’s just gonna collect tiny spoons when we’re travelling to other countries.”

“Like…like a grandmother?” MJ asked, confusion etched on her face.

You let out a laugh. This whole conversation is just so chaotic. Honestly, You have zero reason to hate on MJ, you hate to admit it, but you kind of think that she’s a good match for Peter. They’re both smart and you have no chance against her.

“I’m not collecting spoons. He’s collecting spoons.” Peter quickly pointed at Ned.

You felt your phone vibrated, you pulled out your phone from your pocket and saw a message:

Contract Offer. Matthias Costello. $40,000,000.

“Oh, okay, well…that was a real roller coaster.” MJ chuckles, “By the way, travel tip—you should download a VPN on your phone, so that the government can’t track you while abroad.”

“Smart. Will do.” Peter smiled at MJ.

You didn’t notice that MJ returned her attention to you, you didn’t notice because your attention is still on your phone, until Ned pat your shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! Just reading some message.” You chuckled nervously.

“(Y/N), will you be joining us on the trip?” MJ asked you.

“Seems like I won’t be joining you guys. Something came up on the day we’re leaving for the trip.” You shrugged.

“That’s a bummer!” Ned pouted.

“Yeah, it’s a bummer that you won’t be joining us on the trip, but take care on your trip though.” MJ said, Ned just looking at the both of you back and forth, “Looks like your bruises were way worst than the last time.”

“MJ knows?!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, she does. Didn’t really tell her though, she kind of just knew. I’m cool with it.” You chuckled, “As I said, observant.” You turned to look at Peter.

“Well then, I’ll see you guys on the trip. Good luck as well, (Y/N).” You smiled at her and she left, heading to her seat, and the bell rang. Signaling that the class will be starting soon.

“Woah. Dude, I think thay went really great.” Ned said happily.

“You guys are chaotic. So much for being discreet, I can feel your nervousness radiate, Pete.” You laughed.

It was a slow day, and you couldn’t wait to go home. The class will be leaving soon for the Europe trip, and you need to make a mental note that you need to ask for Tony’s help again in making an excuse for you to not come for the Europe trip. You can’t really reject the contract offer, it’s too good to pass up. Besides, you knew the target and it’ll just be a piece of cake with you.

The last period is already over, and you Happy already texted you that he’s already waiting for you outside of the building.

“Hey, Pete. Will you be coming to the compound for your internship?” You asked as you pack your things.

“Probably, not yet sure if I can make it to the compound. I need to grab a few stuff at Delmar’s that I need for the trip. Why?” He replied to you.

“Nothing, Happy’s waiting for me right outside. Thought you might want to catch a ride with us on the way to the compound, but if you won’t make it, I can tell uncle Tony that you won’t be coming today, since y’know, you gotta prepare for the trip.”

“Yes please. I think I won’t be able to make it anymore to the compound today.”

“Alright, no worries.” You grabbed your bag.

“What?! Tony Stark is your uncle?!” Ned exclaimed, you nodded at him, “You’re so cool, what the heck! Can’t believe we’re friends with an assassin and Tony Stark’s niece!”

“Alright Ned, keep it down. The less people know, the better.” You laughed, “I’ll be going now, guys. Need to prepare my things, I got offered another contract and I’ll be leaving soon.” You smiled.

“Okay, be careful. Your new bruises haven’t healed yet, no need for a new set of bruises.” Peter said. You can’t help it, your heart just fluttered at what Peter said.

“I got this, no need to worry, Pete. I have high tolerance for pain, so I got it convered.” You chuckled, “Bye guys! Can’t keep Happy waiting.” They waved goodbye at you.

“But still, it won’t be that bad to look after yourself.” Peter whispered, which you failed to hear.

You turned and got out, you speed walked outside of the school and search for Happy. You found Happy waiting for you by the curb, and quickly rushed to the car to get inside.

“Hello (Y/N), how’s school?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“School was meh, okay, I guess. The time in there was slower than the time I spent back in Hong Kong.” Happy laughed, “But I’ll be taking a few days off from school…again.”

He turned on the engine of the car and began driving back to the compound. As soon as you arrive at the compound, you need to pack your stuff and spend some time in the weapon and armory room to fix your things.

“Again? Didn’t you just comeback?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, but the offer is too good to pass it up. Besides, I’ve always wanted to take a jab at this guy that I’ve been offered to take a hit on. Had a few run in on the target and his men themselves, so it won’t be that hard, it’ll be just a quick work.”

“How much is the offer this time?”

“Forty million dollars.” You grinned and Happy’s eyes widened.

“Jesus christ!” He breathed out, “Is it really that normal to throw that kind of money when you want to kill someone?”

“Yeah, if you got the money and really wanted to kill someone, feel free to go crazy with the offer. Also it’s kind of a high offer because y’know, given my status in the underworld. So yeah.” You shrug, “It’ll be in the southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I don’t plan on staying too long, since this will just be a quick kill.”

“Don’t you have any classes to attend to?”

“Yeah, but they’re going on a Europe trip. Told them that I won’t be able to join because something important came up. Also, I have other underlying reasons to not go on the said trip.”

“And that is?” Happy looked at you through the read view mirror again.

“Reasons that I can’t disclose. It’s just I don’t want to witness something that will hurt me.”

“Kid, you’re made of steel, what else can hurt you?” He chuckled.

“Well my feelings aren’t.” You said softly as you look out of the car window.

Happy saw how your emotions faltered, he decided not to comment. It’s better not to pry it from you, because it seems that you’re dealing with a deeply personal matter. You had arrived at the compound and Happy parked the car inside the garage, you grabbed your bag and got out of the car.

“Thanks, Happy!” You smiled.

“Anytime.” He smiled back at you.

You rushed inside, heading towards Tony’s lab excitedly. The other day, you asked your uncle if he can make you a mask that resembles the mask of comedy, he was skeptical at your request, but had decided to work on it. He had told you before you left for school that he wanted you to check out the mask when you return. You knocked at the door and entered the lab, Tony was hunched over one of the tables, doing something.

“Hey, uncle Tony! I’m back!” You said excitedly, dropping your bag at one of the chairs.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s school?” You walk towards him and gave him a tight hug.

“School was okay. But hey, need to tell you something.” He motioned you to continue speaking, “I’ll be leaving again. Got offered another contract and I can’t pass it up.”

“When are you leaving?”

“The day after tomorrow. I’ll be heading off to southern part of Italy, in Calabria. I already knew who my target is, gotten to know him years ago. The guy is a total asshole though.”

“How much is the offer this time?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Forty million dollars.” Tony whistled at the amount, “He’s an important person, so the offer is high. Also, I’m the one doing it, so the offer is just enough.”

“What the hell you’ve been doing with those money?” He wondered.

“I stash them, been buying safe houses as well around the world. You can’t be too sure with anything, I always need a place to fall back on when things goes south.” You shrugged.

“Good thinking.” He said proudly.

“Why thank you.” You curtsied at him playfully.

“The mask that you requested is almost done, need to do some last checking before I hand it over to you. Here, why don’t you try it yourself.” He said as he gave you a small round shaped button.

“Where will I put it?” You asked.

“You’ll be placing it at the back of your ears, left or right, you pick. Once it’s attached at the back of your ear, you need to press the button. The mask will automatically appear, and no matter how many people you fight, it won’t come off. Unless the object had been forcefully removed, but no need to worry, it has a strong grip on the skin and I made sure of it.”

You placed the object at the back of your right ear and pressed the button. The masked automatically appeared and covered your face, just like what Tony had told you. You positioned yourself in front of a mirror to check, you tilted your head to the side a bit, observing the mask.

“Please don’t do that, it just gave me the shivers. God you’re a lot more scarier when the mask is on, only thing that is missing is a gun, and it also doesn’t help that you’ve chosen the mask of comedy out of all other mask design.” He rolls his eyes at you, “What do you need it for anyway?”

“As a safety precaution when I do business. You do know that it has already been five months since my last encounter with Tarasov and his men, it had been completely silent on their end. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know that something doesn’t sit right. This mask is to shake them off of my trail, because I’m sure as hell that they’re keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s valid. Well, it’ll be ready for you by tomorrow, I also installed your own AI for the mask that will help you, there are a bunch of features that is installed inside the mask. You’ll get the hang of it, the AI will help you.”

You nodded at Tony. You clicked the button and the masked had disappeared, you took it off from your ear and gave it back to Tony for the last checking, before totally handing it over to you.

“Thank you so much, uncle Tones for the mask. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, no need to thank me.” He smiled.

“Oh, by the way, I need your help again with something.” He raised an eyebrow at you, “There’s this science trip that we’ll be having in Europe, but as you may know, I won’t be able to attend it because of my business. Can you help me skip it again? Like y’know, pull some strings and call Mr. Harrington and told him that something came up and I won’t be able to join.” You pleaded, pouting and trying your best to do those googly eyes emoji.

“Fine. I’ll call him tonight.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You jumped in excitement and hugged him.

“Do you want to use the private jet or quinjet?”

“Private jet will do. Will Happy be the one accompanying me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Thanks again, uncle Tony! I’ll be going now, need to head to the weapon room to prepare my stuff.” He nodded, “Also, Peter won’t be able to come today. He’s busy buying and packing his stuff for the trip.”

You grabbed your bag from the chair and rushed out of the lab. You went to your room and quickly change into comfortable clothes, heading towards the weapon room. Tony had built you your own space for your weapons, and it’s kept in a heavily locked vault that is made just for you. You unlocked your vault and arrays of guns then gold coins that are inside the cases stacked beneath had greeted you. You already have a game plan on how you’ll be taking down Matthias Costello in one go, and you are already familiar with his routine, so it’ll just be easy for you to put him down.

You grabbed a case where your sniper rifle had been kept, and bringing it to the table to assemble it. You opened the case and began assembling the parts of the rifle. You were so focused on assembling your rifle that you didn’t notice someone entered the weapon room.

“Hey kid, didn’t know that you were in here.” You look up and saw Bucky, behind him was Sam.

“You got called up again?” Sam asked while he put back the weapons that they’re carrying in the proper place.

“What’s up guys, didn’t hear you come in. But yeah, got called up again.” You turned your attention back to assembling your rifle.

“Don’t you have school? Doesn’t you teacher ever wonders where you disappear to everytime you don’t come to school?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, but hey! I completed a whole month of school without any absences, so that’s that.”

“Uh huh. Where you jetting off this time?” Sam asked.

“Will be going to Italy, in Calabria. Heard it’s a nice place, so I’m gonna finish this contract asap and maybe have a mini vacation. Won’t be coming to school anyways since they’ll be off on a Europe trip for god knows how long.”

“Don’t you want to join them?” Bucky said, “It’ll be fun and a great experience for you.”

“Nah. School trips never really piqued my interest.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Isn’t Parker one of your classmates?” You nodded, “So he’s going?”

“Yeah, he’s going. He had been planning some stuff to do during the Europe trip. Like how he’s gonna make a move on his crush and other stuff.” You didn’t saw it, but Sam smirked at you and turned to Bucky. With Bucky just giving him a confused look.

“Aha! I get it now.” You looked up at him and see him smirking, “I know that you have a crush on this spider boy, and you decided to accept the contract so that you won’t be hurt when he professes his love for another girl!”

“What?” You dragged, “You’re crazy, Wilson.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Bucky sent you an amused smile, “Never knew you had a crush on Parker!”

“I don’t know what you both are talking about. You two are crazy on the cuckoos.” You said as you point to your head.

“Come on, girl. You’ve been looking at the boy with heart eyes everytime he’s here.” Sam said.

“I do not, and you can’t prove it!” You defended.

“Everyone literally knows that you like the boy, except for the boy himself because that little shit is oblivious as fuck, and you know him having a crush on some other girl.”

“Now you’re just hurting my feelings. No need to rub it in my face, had too much of it earlier at school.” You sighed. You snapped the last part of your rifle in place and put it down, “Besides, even if I act on it, I’m just setting myself for a big time rejection. He’s so in love and I have no chance, it’s much better to leave it as it is.” You added, as you closed the small case and grabbed a bigger one for the newly assembled rifle.

“If you had joined the trip, you might’ve a chance with him, just saying.” Sam said.

“No. I certainly won’t do any of that sabotage shit. Beside, I hate to admit it, they’re both a good match. Both smart and funny.” You sighed, you checked the scope and pointed the rifle at Sam playfully.

“Don’t point that rifle at me!” Sam said in panic, “We all damn know that you know how to expertly use that shit.” He added, and you just chuckled at him.

You then placed the assembled rifle on the big case, placing a suppressor on the side where you’ll attach it later on. You packed a few guns as well and put it on a separate case.

“You know, you deserve to be happy too, doll, and the hell you saying? You’re smart and funny in your own way too!” Bucky defended, as he softly looked at you.

“Thanks, Bucky. I really appreciate it a lot, and maybe or maybe not, I don’t know. I seriously can’t believe that I’m talking to the both of you about my boy problems. What the hell is happening?” Causing the three of you to laugh, “But anyways, thanks for the pep talk. Somehow it made me feel lighter.”

“It’s no problem. We’re here for you always, if you needed someone to talk to or beat the shit out of Parker, just come to us.” Sam replied as he patted your back lightly, “Of course I’m only kidding about the beating stuff…or am I?” He raised an eyebrow at you, then he laughed.

“Thanks again.” Both of them smiled at you.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” Bucky said as you nodded, “We’ll be heading out first.” Bucky never forgetting to give you a gentle hug.

Bucky and Sam had left the weapon room. It felt good that you got to have a talk with them both, and you were happy that you’re able to confide in them. Once you’re done in packing your weapons, you had closed and locked your vault, and bringing the cases with you back to your room.

You were already inside the plane, on your way to Calabria, Italy and Happy was the only one with you in the private plane. You were double checking everything, from your guns to your rifle. You can’t shake off that feeling when you know that something is bound to happen soon, you are hoping—manifesting, that nothing goes wrong in your job right now. You can’t afford to mess up, and the sooner you finish, the sooner you can have time for yourself. You had decided that while the class is on a trip somewhere in Europe, you’ll be spending a vacation yourself. You are planning on stopping by in Capri.

“Thanks for flying me to Italy, Happy. Really appreciate it.” You smiled at him, as he sat down infront of you.

“Always.”

“Will you be waiting for me or you’ll fly back to New York?” You shut your case close and leaned back on the chair.

“Depends on you, do you want me to wait for you?”

“Hmm, yes please. I’m planning on stopping by in Capri right after I finish the works.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.” Happy nodded at you.

Happy then went back to the pilot seat after your little chat. You’ve been on the air for a few hours now, until Happy announced that the plane is about to land. You already have a vehicle waiting for you when you exit the plane that will be taking you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro, where you’ll be doing your operation.

“Thanks, Happy! I’ll be back in two hours max.” You grabbed your duffel bag and cases.

“Alright, I’ll just be here right on stand by. Call me if anything goes wrong, but I doubt it and good luck!” You saluted at him and got out of the plane.

The car that will take you to one of the hotels in Catanzaro had already be waiting for you. You place your case at the back of the car trunk and got inside the back seat.

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” The driver nodded and drove out of the private area in the airport and driving you to the hotel.

Once you arrived at the hotel, you watched the car leave first and went right after at the back area of the building, you won’t be checking in inside the hotel, but rather you’d be using it as you base for your operation. You already had the map of the hotel memorized, every exits for added safety measures and you’ll be operating from the rooftop of the hotel, where you’ll be having a clear view of Costello on the otherside, a clear view of Costello’s hotel room.

When you arrived at the rooftop, you settled your bags on the ground and grabbed the case where you had placed your rifle, you have no problem in getting seen because people won’t be able to recognize you from the rooftop since you’re wearing your usual dark suit. The hotel is already quiet and guests are already sleeping since you arrived at the hotel a litte bit late in the evening, but it’s alright because people won’t be able to hear a loud bang.

You’re crouched on the rooftop, your rifle already ready, as you’re just observing Costello in the scope. You’ll make your move once he has already settled in bed, the best way to take him out is while he’s sleeping, less noise. You reached to your case and grabbed the suppressor, you screwed it onto the end of the barrel, ensuring that your shot would be muffled and won’t attract unwanted attention from Costello’s men or any people around the area. You checked your scope one last time, adjusting it slightly to make sure it was precisely calibrated for the distance that you would be shooting from.

Costello was already getting ready to hit the hay stack. He turned off the lights from his hotel room and turned on the lampshade, you’re finger is already ready to hit the trigger button, and you’re just waiting for Costello to lay down on the bed. When Costello was already on the bed, right when you’re about to hit the trigger, you felt your phone vibrating. You let out a grunt of frustration, who in the wee hours had even thought of calling you right now. You grabbed your phone from the pocket and saw that there was no caller ID.

You decided to ignore it, you put your phone on silent, then tossing it on your duffel bag so that you won’t be disturbed from your work. You’re pretty sure that whoever it is that is calling you, they’ll just call you back. You steadied your rifle, holding his breath and aligning your sights. You aimed the rifle at Costello’s forehead. Pausing for a moment, then pulling the trigger. You had felt the recoil of the rifle against your shoulder.

Costello now lay dead on the bed, with his blood soaking on the pillow of the bed. His men were also nowhere to be found, they are most likely right outside and they probably never heard the shot you made. You immediately went on packing your rifle, when your phone vibrated again. You zipped up everything, and grabbed a baseball cap from your duffel bag. You reached for your phone inside the duffel bag, and had finally decided to answer the call.

“I have been calling you for how many times already.”

Ah, it was Nick Fury.

“How are you, Nick! Been a long time, huh.” You chuckled, “Good to hear from you again.”

“You and Parker are just the same, but at least you didn’t ghost me. Who the hell would think of ghosting Nick Fury?”

“Sorry that I wasn’t able to answer right away. I have a good reason for it before you get all broody. As you know, I’m currently in Calabria, Italy right now, and I just finished a job. So, what do you need?”

“You’re in Italy? Good, I am in Venice right now and I’m in need of your assistance.”

“Wow, Nick Fury asking for my help. What is it, this time?” You chuckled.

“You’ll find out once you get here. Meet me in Venice, you know where to find me.”

“Alright, gotcha.”

You hailed a taxi and told the driver to drive you on the private area of the airport where Happy was patiently waiting for you. You paid the driver and quickly got out of the taxi, and made your way to the plane.

“You’re back quickly, and it hasn’t been an hour.” Happy said.

“The job went smoothly, the additional time was just an extra in case everything went south with the target. Need to be always prepared.” You smiled.

“So off to Capri now?”

“Uh, about that. We’ll be heading to Venice instead.”

“Why the sudden change?”

“Nick Fury just called me and said he needed me to be in Venice.” You shrugged your shoulders, “But hmm, maybe…” You trailed off.

“Maybe what?”

“Do you think we could make a quick stop in Capri?” You grinned cheekily and Happy gave you an unimpressed look.

“Certainly not. You cannot keep Nick Fury waiting. If he said to meet you right now, we go there right now.”

“Come on!” You whined.

“You can go to Capri once this agenda with Nick Fury is done.” Happy said firmly and walked towards the pilot seat, preparing the plane for take off.

“Ugh. Fine. So much for having a mini vacation by myself. Off to Venice we go, then.”

TRANSLATIONS

“Ciao buona sera. All'hotel guglielmo per favore.” - Hello, good evening. To hotel guglielmo please.

TAGLIST

@sirimiripetrichor @nimo-jay @preciousbabypeter @graysonmalik2550 @khaleesihavilliard

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[violetasteracademic]

Important Addition to My Two Cents on the People Magazine Article (and Elriel coming home!)

Hi friends! So a few hours after I made this post and the majority of reblogs had already occured, my dear friend Sara Anne (SaraAnneReads on TikTok) sent me a ton of amazing info from her background in magazine marketing (the area in which I was lacking and requested additional info on if anyone had it!) which I updated the post with. However, I sadly learned today that reblogs don't update when you update the original post. This is actually terrible news for me because I, as I have previously admitted on my Elriel fic, am a TERRIBLE proofreader of my own writing and am usually adjusting and fixing typos long after I've posted. Hard lesson learned there! 🫠

I don't want to delete the original post, because there is a lot of lovely conversation going on there. But I humbly request that you pop back over, scroll down to the bottom, and read the update for all of the amazing magazine specific marketing info! And while you don't have to and I certainly won't be hunting anyone down, I'd love for Sara Anne to get eyes on her incredible additions if you reblogged before and feel moved to reblog the updated version instead!

You can pop back over to the post and scroll to the bottom to see the excellent additional info and context she was able to add. Click here

#elriel #elain x azriel #pro elriel #elriel endgame #azriel x elain #elriel supremacy #pro elain archeron

[koko-doodle]

Oh are we talking about AO3 vs Tumblr? Here we goooo

-censorship is not a thing on AO3, any tags you want to use, not only can you use them, you SHOULD use them, its important for both those that want to find your fic and those that want to avoid your fic, its like a consent thing, people cant fully consent to the stuff in your fic if its incorrectly tagged

-theres multiple ways to keep track of a fic. Bookmarks, subscriptions, the history and "mark for later" features, or just hoarding the links if you dont want any of that

-when you've written and posted multiple fics its easy to keep track of interaction, I personally like to keep all the comments on my fics unmarked in my inbox (you can mark and unmark whenever you want as much as you want, its not permanent) along with the author replies to my own comments on fics, right now my inbox is 794 comments big. Outside of the inbox there's also the statistics page for all of your fics both individually and together, where you can see the number of views (hits), comments, bookmarks, subscriptions, and likes (kudos)

-on Tumblr if you have a multichapter fic you have to link each chapter together via editing, on AO3 you just have to add a chapter and its there, even if you don't mark it as a multichapter fic you can go back and change that whenever you want, you can also mark down the number of expected chapters, even if they're not posted, so it'll look like "4/18", or "4/?" From the reader side of things, navigating multichapter fics is pretty easy on AO3 (it can be easy on Tumblr too if each individual chapter is linked, but that's from extra effort on the writer's part), there's a drop down list so you can select a specific chapter and jump to that no matter where you are in the fic. When something old is updated and I need a refresher on what happened I go to the chapter before the latest update and reread that, then go to the next chapter to see the new stuff, its a good system

-a series is easy to keep together, when you're posting or editing theres an option to mark it as part of a series, where you either select from the series you've already made in a drop down list, or just type in the title of a new series and boom, that title is a new series. Very easy, no fussing over links, if you ever want to change the order of fics its very easy to do, you just go into the "series" page of your profile and there's a "reorder series" button up the top

-a Tumblr specific issue is that when you edit something, it wont affect any reblogs that had already happened, your typos can haunt you to the end of eternity. Obviously thats not a problem on AO3 (thank god, because I go back to fix things frequently)

-since AO3 isn't a social media site where the algorithms have full control and old things are pushed to the back of the line, the only way time can ever affect the popularity of your fic is if someone is going through the tag with it sorted by the date it was updated/posted, which is the default, yes, but not the only option. There is also a cultural issue of people from social media treating it like social media, where its "inappropriate" to comment on something old, which is absolutely ridiculous to me, but its not an entirely universal belief so you will still occasionally get comments on something that is 5+ years old

There's a lot more benefits to AO3, but I think these are the big ones for me

Whoever you are I owe you BIG TIME.

Who has the time to sit and write out an ask like this for an artist who is literally just too lazy to google it (and prefers opinion over fact on this subject). Then has the AUDACITY to do it as an anon?!?!?! You are too nice!

This info is so helpful!!! This answers most of my questions, thank you!

I offer you a waffle as a thank you, you mysterious squish. 💕

🧇

#koko rambles #ask

[kikidoesfanfic]

✨WIP Wednesday Game✨

I was tagged by @hitlikehammers but I didn't see it until today cause I had loooong fic open in my tumblr app and didn't want to lose my place xD

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

I'm retagging @hitlikehammers because tomorrow is wednesday again already lol, and @hbyrde36 !

My five wip doc titles (all for stranger things) aaaaare:

One of the variations is of the basketball shirt one, steve gett

merry Christmas have some golf clubs and homelessness

I might be noodling around a Steve who bursts his way into famil

Wayne and eddie get the wrong note ij their lunchbox

Steve's cousin

If these names confuse you boy do I gotta say same pal, but I don't change them until they have a fic title, so sometimes it's whatever the first sentence in the doc was before it became a wip instead of just an outline, typos and all xD

#fic game #ask game #wip wednesday

[josephines-simps-fics]

The Switch //pt.1

Master list

Pairing: Avengers x Fem! Avenger! Teenager!, Witch! Reader, Peter Parker x Fem! Avenger! Witch! Reader

Warnings: Violence, typos, If I forgot any please tell me.

(Shitty) Summary: You hold the powers you can't control, what happens when you start to lose control?

I do not consent my work being stolen or posted elsewhere. Please reblog if you enjoyed the story

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Reader's age: 16

A/N: sorry that the beginning is so slow of a start, but I work long and hard on this so please enjoy.

"Y/N, you don't have to do this! You don't have to kill him!" Steve yelled as you held Sam in your magic grip.

"He tried to trap me, Steve. He must be punished" You said. "Like you said, bad people must be punished."

A painful scream left Sam's mouth as your green energy squeezed more air out of him.

You woke up drenched in sweat as you woke up from your dream. This was bad, this was a sign that your powers are a curse.

You got out of bed and changed your clothes. "Don't let this distract you, Y/N" you whispered to yourself.

You dressed in a AC/DC t-shirt with a pair of jeans. Tony always preferred that you dressed up when it came to meeting new team members, but you didn't really feel like it today.

You didn't feel like meeting your new team member. You didn't wanna hurt them, you didn't wanna risk anything.

You walked down stairs and took a seat in the conference room.

"Everyone, this is Peter Parker, he is our new team member" Tony announced.

Something about the boy grabbed your attention, you found him quite handsome. Peter had adorable brown puppy eyes and warm brown hair.

You dazed back into reality as soon you heard your name.

"Y/N? Do we have your attention?" Natasha asked.

"What? Yeah, of course" you responded, not knowing what was happening anymore.

"Good, you're gonna show Peter to his new room" Tony said.

You didn't wanna show Peter to his room, because you didn't wanna embarrass yourself in front of him. You were known for always tripping while walking up and down the stairs.

Even if you were one of the many strongest members on the team, that didn't mean you weren't clumsy.

"Yeah. Right this way Peter" you said as you got up from your seat. You grabbed Peter's wrist and led him out of conference room.

You and Peter were half way up the first set of stairs, and you had already almost fell twice.

"So you don't recognize me" Peter said as you two continued walking up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, but have we actually met before?" You asked.

"We go to the same school, and you sit next to me in calculus" Peter tried to refresh your mind.

Then it finally hit you. "Oh, you're spiderman's 'friend'" you responded, add air quotes around friend.

"Well, plot twist, I am sp-" Peter was cut off from you finishing the sentence.

You two finally made it up the stairs.

"Follow me" you told Peter, grabbing his wrist again.

"So where is your room?" Peter asked

"My room is next to your room" you answered.

You still didn't understand the feeling Peter gave you.

"This is Wanda's and Vision's room" you showed Peter where everyone else's room was. "And this your room" you added.

"Can I see your room?" Peter asked as he fiddled with his fingers.

"Sure, my room is just right across from your's actually" you told him.

You opened your bedroom door and welcomed him in. You told him not to mind some of the clothes on the floor.

"So this is your room" Peter muttered as he looked around.

He picked up your sketch book from your desk and looked through it.

"Is this you?" He asked as pointed at the sketch drew the other night.

It was from a dream you had a few night's ago. It was like the one you had this morning, except this time there was a boy's face that you couldn't quite make up.

"Yeah, I draw what dream" you said "it's kinda part of my powers" you added.

"What're you power's?" He asked out of curiosity.

"Well I have energy manipulation" you answered

"Like Wanda?" Peter asked another question.

"Yeah, except mine is green" you answered "I have light and shadow manipulation, and I predict the future in my dreams" you continued.

"Tony always wants me to draw what ever was in my dreams, that way I can always remember them. Or incase there something important I predict." You took the sketch book from him.

You flipped it to the next page, where it showed you crying and levitating in the air while the mysterious boy tried to calm you. You didn't know much about the boy, you couldn't see his face. All you knew of the dream boy was that he wore a white t-shirt that a stupid math problem on it.

"There's this boy I saw in my dream the other night. I don't know what his face looks like, or what his name is" you told Peter. "But I know that he's gonna help me sometime in the future."

He looked at the photo, "ya know it's funny that I have that same shirt" Peter he shared with a giggle.

Could this be a coincidence or could he be that boy in your dreams. You hated jumping to conclusions, but in this case it was important.

"Peter, I think it's time you go unpack your stuff" you told him.

"Okay, I'll see you at dinner" Peter responded as he walked towards the door

After Peter left you brought out your sketch pencils and alcohol markers. It was time for you too draw your earlier dream before you forgot it. You turned your music speakers to blast, before playing My Chemical Romance.

You started to sketch out the out line of your new suit that you've never worn in your life, nor owned. Maybe it was one you gained in the future.

"Y/N, dinner!" You were called from down stairs "I'll be down in a minute!" you yelled in response.

You put your pencil down and turned down your music, before walking down stairs.

"What's for dinner?" You asked as you took a seat between Clint and Bruce.

"Pepper made broccoli and mac & cheese" Wanda answered in response.

They all started talking about their day, when all of a sudden your named was called.

"Earth to Y/N" Tony snapped his finger trying grab your attention, you finally looked up. "Any interesting dreams?" Tony continued.

A nervous feeling struck in your body. Now wasn't the perfect time to tell them what you've seen. Suddenly the lights started to flicker and everyone's shadows began to move on their own.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Clint asked as he grabbed your shaking hand.

What wasn't wrong? You could lose control of your powers any minute now, and you didn't know how.

"Nothing, I'm fine" you lied, before taking a bite of your broccoli.

"Are you sure? Your hand is shaking, like crazy" Bruce commented.

"I think I'm just gonna go lay down" you excused yourself from the table, and suddenly the shadows stopped.

"Y/N?" The brown haired boy spoke.

"Babe?" You hovered down towards him, "I knew you'd come back" a tear trickled down your face.

Part 2

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #avengers angst #avengers x reader #angst fic #peter parker angst #x avenger! reader #peter parker fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel angst #avengers fanfic

[spookiekewchie]

YOUR TAGS ABOUT READER SUMMONING ANDY FOR A HUG (OR SOME D) 👀

Omg she would totally. And she'd be wearing lingerie or nothing at all probably. Andy might be grumpy thinking some lowly human is wasting his time but the frown would soon turn upside down once she's done with him 🤣

Oh Nonnie, I bet you weren't expecting this but here I go back on my bullshit

Call Me When You Need

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: demon!Andy Barber x woc!reader

Summary: Andy has to leave to tend to matters in hell, but when you need him he comes.

READ: LOSING MY RELIGION / CHRIST IS COMIN', AND SO AM I

Word Count: 900

Warnings: general language warning, soft dark demon!andy, it's mostly fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of shitty parents, implied future smut, petnames (Andy calls the reader little angel)

A/N: I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The image is edited by me (the black eyes), the post the nonnie is referring to is here, divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

You’re so stressed that you can’t even think about anything more than getting back home and wrapping yourself up in Andy’s arms. You had been doing so good, but one disastrous lunch with your parents has you so frustrated that you’re close to tears.

“Andy?”

Nothing.

“Andy where the—oh…” that’s right, Andy is currently in hell being King Asmodeus. You huff, arms wrapping around yourself as you pace the living room thinking about what you should do. It’s only been a week since Andy left, and you were already in a state over it. But now this? No you need to see him, and you need to see him now. You got to the kitchen, rifle through the drawers and pull out a piece of chalk and several candles.

Dumping it all out on the floor, you set about the laborious task of rolling up the expensive rug so that it’s out of the way. With it out of the way you carefully etch out the circle, draw the necessary symbol, and set out your candles. Lighting them, you chant the words in some long dead language and manage to keep yourself from laughing at how ironic it is that you of all people are summoning a demon. Well, summoning your demon. If your father could see you now you’re sure he’d have a heart attack, or he’d try to cast out whatever he’d be convinced was possessing you. For some reason the thought of that has your frustration spiking again and when you slit your palm and let your blood drip onto the symbol you’ve drawn.

You think for a moment that there’s something you’ve forgotten to do, but the thought vanishes when a burst of fire erupts from the middle of the summoning circle, and thick smoke billows up into a tall column. When it dissipates there stands a demon, your demon, looking irritated and annoyed at being summoned. “Who dares summon me!” His voice booms, and you flinch at the sound of it. It sounds bigger than life, like it’s coming from everywhere all at once. An involuntary whimper shudders out of you and it draws his attention. Andy whips around, eyes shining black before his eyes shift into the brilliant blues that you’re used to. “Little angel?”

His voice is soft when he speaks to you this time, and you breathe out a sigh of relief. “Why did you summon me?” He questions, looking around at the set up before narrowing his eyes slightly. You forgot the protection ring of salt, he’ll get on you about that later but for now he wants to know what was so important that you felt the need to pull him away from his duties.

Suddenly you feel silly and irrational, part of it you think might be the hormones. You haven’t taken a pregnancy test yet but you already know that you’re a few weeks late for your monthly. You huff, pressing a dish cloth to your bleeding palm as you stand to your feet. Andy reaches out for your hand, and you place it in his without question. He pulls the dish towel away, inspecting your sliced palm before running his thumb along the cut. It heals and soon enough it's like it was never there to begin with. You'd think you'd be relieved with that, but Andy's question still remains unanswered and your reasons for summoning him still seem silly to you now that he's there.

“I’m sorry, I just...I had a really rough day, I was sick all morning because I’m pretty you knocked me up, I saw my parents for lunch, which actually was just them letting me know that I've disappointed them for a whole hour, and now my dad is demanding that he meets you, but that's going to be a disaster, and..." you shake your head, "I just really need you here right now.” Andy watches you as you begin to pace, your words rambling out of you as you give him the quick rundown of your terrible, horrible, no good day. When he doesn’t say anything at first you think maybe you’ve overstepped and that he’s angry with you for tearing him away from important duties. Andy silences those worries when he steps towards you and pulls you into his chest.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re busy.” You mumble into his shirt, arms wrapping around him middle as you breathe out a sigh.

“You’re fine, little angel. Call me when you need.” He reassures you, and you sigh in relief when you feel him holding you tighter.

The two of you stand there like that for a moment, until you feel the lump in your throat dying down and some of the tension in your body easing away. You know he can’t stay, he has to go back and it’ll likely be another few days before he’s back again. It makes you want to bring up the topic of him letting you go with him again, but the two of you have already had that conversation and you know his answer won’t change. “How long can you stay for?” Chin lifting so you can peer up at him.

Andy smirks, moving to take your face in his hands as he bends to press a slow kiss to your lips. “Long enough to fuck the stress out of you, little angel.”

#andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x woc #andy barber x you #andy barber reader #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fic #demon!andy barber x reader #demon!andy barber x you #demon!andy barber x black!reader #demon!andy barber x woc!reader #woc!reader #black!reader #trilla writes

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Detectives Den

Masterlist

Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

Taglist: in reblogs

You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall x you #walter marshall #werebear!walter marshall #walter marshall x y/n #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill smut #walter marshall smut

[shotorozu]

hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

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do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

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[writing2live]

crazy, crazier, craziest

pairing: pro hero! kaminari denki x reader

genre: sunny's fairy fluffy book

word count: 1.2k

warning: none, just a possibility of incorrect grammar, typos, and redundant use of the word "crazy"

author's note: okay *inhales deeply* this is the very first fluff that i wrote and posted here because i crave the readers' validation heh. denki's my comfort character and the idea of goofing around with him wearing pikachu onesie seems so cute and sweet, ya know? also, don't come at me when you find this cringe idc. your fairy god never have a bf. happy reading, bestie wanderer :))

ps. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. i really want to interact with ya'll

"pika, pika-" he looked at your curling form, hands tugging at your stomach as fits of laughter escapes your mouth.

"hey, babe, come on." head turning to your direction, the supposed yellow ears and black at the tip falling off. you cooed at the sight of your blond boyfriend as he stares at you.

you just come across the matching Pikachu onesie pajama online at a really cheap price and, without any hesitation, the package arrived at your shared apartment. being denki, he's always game with your antics and supports the craziest ideas that pops up your mind even in the middle of the night

and so, here you are at the mc donald's while you're boyfriend is trying to order your favorite with the pokemon's famous "pika pika". people are drilling weird stares at the two of you. some are swooning as they recognized the two pro heroes in a matching onesie at 3 am ordering fast food.

you can hear the "aww's" and the "such a cute couple" from the crowd and these positive response makes your the electric hero grinning from ear to ear.

"ya hear that babe? we're the cute pro hero couple." he said as the both of you exit the establishment, chest heaving proudly and smile never leaving his face while swaying your conjoined hands in the air.

you softly yanked his arm signaling him to stop in the middle of the deserted parking lot as another silliness blossoming in your head.

why?" he chuckles when he saw a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips while your brows wiggling up and down, almost egging him to find out what you're up to.

as the best boyfriend that he claims to be, he already memorized the meanings behind every expression that pulls off your face and this one, at the moment, is the one where excitement always course through his body every time you have it on. this just means that another smiling, laughing, and fun moments with you that he cherishes with his entire being.

"hurry, hurry!" you shouts at him as he ran towards you. the timer sets down to 1 and another silly pose of you was captured. your phone was propped against the windshield of his car as you suggested having a photo shoot at the parking lot.

it's just not enough to parade the cute onesie that only took a quick exposure with a small crowd. so, why not make this chance to etch this crazy antic of yours with a photograph. "oh my god, babe! that's the cutest and not-so crazy idea you have come up so far," says your boyfriend with a squish of your cheeks and peck on your lips.

half an hour with the impromptu photo shoot, the both of you tried different couple poses which most of the crazy ones was suggested by denki. there was one where the both of you nearly got injured when he put you on his shoulder, both of your arms spreading wide as he balanced with only one foot. luckily, you managed successfully with the pose.

he managed to convince you to piggy back him, carry him in a bridal style, and even tried the fireman's carry with you. the whole shoot, both of your laughs reverberates through the empty space when he fail to pose on time or when he pull off the wackiest face. of course, there were also cute and intimate basic couple pictures.

"pro hero Chargebolt? i think you still have a deal with me to accomplish." you grin at him, waving your phone to remind him something. he sighs when he remembered what you were trying to say.

"oh, babe. do i have to?" he pouts at you, flashing the puppy eyes.

"but you made a promise with me?" now, it's your turn to pout. "well, if that made you feel uncomfortable, i would not force you. i'll respect that-"

"hey, hey, hey. it's just a joke, y/n. i just wanna practice if you're going to give in to my adorable puppy eyes, yeah?" a chuckle left your mouth. really, he's so cute.

"okay, you ready?"

"yep, rolling in 3...2...1, go!"

"pikachu, u-use thunderbolt!"

"pika...pika...chuu!" he exclaimed loudly enough for the customers to be disturbed.

you tried so hard, for the love of all might, to stifle your laughter but you just can't help it when you're boyfriend doing his best to imitate the pokemon's actions and using it's catchphrase while emitting his lighting quirk. he's surely an off brand pikachu.

"oh god, y/n. you're ruining the vid."

"i'm sorry, denki. i just can't help it. you really look so cute!" emphasizing every syllables so that he can really feel your admiration straight to his heart while your hands squishing his cheeks again.

the two of you decided to rest your limbs and eat the take out that's already been cold. with a small banter and jokes thrown either ways and denki doing the cheesiest things like kissing you out of the blue to clean the stray ketchup on the corner of your lips.

"i think there's a bit of mess right here." you told him, smirking at the dripping soda, he saw where you are pointing—your cleavage. he whines, "babe, come on. unless, do you want me to?"

"dance with me, yeah?" he blurts out as you're scrolling down your phone, checking the results of your photo shoot. he's already pulling your hand as he placed your phone at the hood of the car.

"no music?"

"nope" he replies, popping the p, while snaking his hands around your waist. you comfortably pressed your face at his chest as he draws you closer to his body, leaving no space between the two of you, his read resting atop of yours. "i can sing, you know."

you can't refute as it is true that the pro hero Chargebolt can in fact sing which made you really wonder why he didn't disclose it to the public to garner more female fans.

"i only want you to hear my sacred voice, y/n. only you." he once said with his serious tone which made you combust right then and there. because, holy shit, that's so heart flattering, blush-inducing, and makes you feel even more special.

"fuck, you're so beautiful." your eyes met his and you can feel his finger caressing the visible scar on your forehead before kissing it. and this moment feels like your back at your UA days when you both realize that you fell in love with each other.

"aww thank you, denki." heart swelling, you cupped his cheeks and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. this night adds to the list of the longest and genuine smile he ever had in his life time. "and you're the cutest, most handsome pro hero i ever love."

for a second, he can't articulate a sentence as electricity is going hay wire in his body at your declaration of love. he only regain his composure when you nuzzle your head at his chest. he continue to hum the familiar song as you gently sway with his body.

under the moonlight, two lovers slow dancing with the beat of their hearts synchronizing with the slow hum of the pro hero. they say that people become fools when it comes to love. indeed, they are. the proof is right at the middle of the parking lot of mc donald's with two fools in love swaying to the rhythm of their hearts.

#sunny's collection #tey writes #kaminari fluff #denki x y/n #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #denki kaminari #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #chargebolt #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #pro hero x reader

[moonflms]

➷｡˚tissues — nct doyoung

PROLOGUE ༄ -traveling to osaka after constant promotions, doyoung takes you abroad for a trip you both needed. in the middle of exploring the city, doyoung insisted to buy some tissues at a local convenience store.

PAIRING ༄ - idol! doyoung x idol! fem reader

GENREs ༄ - fluff, sentimental, travelling, idol au

W. COUNT ༄ - around 1k+

NOTES ༄ - first oneshot here ! lowercased. expect grammar and typo errors. simple wording.

do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my wattpad (@johnsparrot) and on twitter (@suhhvsco). enjoy reading!

masterlist

—start

"and why do we need a box of tissues, 'young?" you asked doyoung who was currently holding two different types of dry tissue from the same brand. "trust me! plus i'm pretty sure you wouldn't want wipes to ruin the make-up you have on." he convinced.

"if you insist. take the soft one." doyoung then returned the other box. "plus i don't have make-up on, stupid."

"oh, i know. it's that your natural beauty makes it seem like you have make-up done by a professional." he rubbed your nape as you paid for the things you've purchased, including the tissue box. you felt butterflies floating around in you and doyoung knew it very well. "that's why i have my mouth hanging open every time we'd attend a gala back in seoul. the make-up makes you even more gorgeous," he giggled as he side-hugged, making your cheeks turn slightly pink.

leaving the counter you both headed-out of the convenience store, greeted by the cold breeze of japan's winter.

you and doyoung planned for the past months to travel out of korea for a trip, just for the both of you. no cameras, no promotions, just quality time with each other. it was currently the second week of your travel and you both were finally back from sapporo.

-

hearing the news, the boys were excited about their deserved break after the constant promotions and guesting's held. most members expressed that they'd be staying home, considering tripping around korea instead.

doyoung wanted to visit japan despite being there a couple of times already. since the given break period was wide, he took the chance to go abroad. yuta, who would be heading back to his homeland a week later than the couple, immediately offered that his sister was willing to tour them around osaka. his sister could speak korean so that's a plus. shotaro contacted you and shyly gave a list of parks, landmarks, and foods to try out while being there.

the week you both arrived was calm, the opposite of what was expected. you predicted fans would be swarming the airport, knowing about sm's announcement and obviously doyoung's recent insta stories. but it was free, yeah there were a few fans with signs but it was different. they stood a good distance away as they greeted both of you warmly even from afar.

the first three days were in osaka as yuta's sister gave a tour around the city. food-tripping, shopping and lastly dinner at yuta's parents' house by the end of the day. 'tourists spots and pictorials are a must', claimed by doyoung during the months before.

doyoung wanted to bring you to sapporo as you fantasized about playing in the snow with the amazing surroundings.

"it's sad sapporo is so close yet so far." you sighed. "and who said we weren't be visiting?" he asked, making your eyes sparkle following by a tackle hug

doyoung's only goal was to visit beautiful cities, didn't matter whether it was near or far— as long as he was right beside you. he wants memories with the person he loves the most! he wants to give back to the person who has dealt with such consequences for the past years of their relationship. he's at peace as long it was you.

the week was ending and you both came back from sapporo a day ago. only a few more days left and it was time to head back to korea, so you both made the best out of the remaining time left.

right now, you both were walking to a park shotaro has visited a couple of times. you walked hand-in-hand, gathering warmth battling the snowing environment. fans were aware of them, but they respectfully gave them time to bond.

entering the park was the sight of cherry blossoms slowly falling to the ground making a pretty coverage above the path. trees dusted with snow, highlighting their pleasing green color, the same goes for the bushes. the park wasn't overall crowded, just right.

"excuse me?" a voice called out. it was a girl in her school uniform, a fan.

as the both of you turned around you immediately smiled. why? the fan gave you a bouquet of flowers! feeling touched, you hugged the fan despite you weren't allowed to. doyoung watched the scene happen with one of his infamous gummy smiles.

you noticed doyoung was really smiley since this morning. really clingy as well. you never brought it up as you felt it was not needed.

-

you both were now sitting on a bench as you both finished your pictorials, even managing to ask some stranger to take your couple photos (thanks to doyoung's japanese lessons).

you were held close to doyoung, while you both watched everything happen before you. "that guy low-key resembles yuta, don't he?" you asked as doyoung chuckled. "it's osaka afterall, pumpkin" he squeezed you from the side.

the thing is, the stranger really looked like your boyfriend's member, almost the exact person.

"hey, y/n.." doyoung started. you hummed in response.

"do you remember that one time we guested for hello counselor?" he questioned

"i do. why do you ask?" doyoung took off your glove from your right hand, following his as he interlocked his hands with yours. "that was nearly seven years ago. wow, time does fly fast." doyoung caressed the upper part of your hand with his thumb.

"and we met for the first time, who knew your ideal type was among me and my members?" you reminisced how your boyfriend confessed his ideal type (which was you) during the guesting, saving jaehyun's ass who the question was originally for. "jaehyun couldn't answer the question so i had to step in, i was being honest too!" doyoung perked up as you hit his shoulder, flustered.

"do i have to bring up that one time you talked about marriage plans on live broadcast? you were crazy 'young!" you saw doyoung turn red. "okay finee, we'll set that aside, ...for now" your bunny looked at you as he smirk, landing another smack on his shoulder.

"people were against it at first, but you were brave enough to deal with everything with me... thank you, baby." he pecked your hand. "look, you're so handsy as if you didn't panic holding sejeong's hand during your station" you joked since you felt the sentimental air getting intense. doyoung laughed as he whined, "stop~ i'm a pro now!"

"but, i really am! who knew we'd get this far! everything was stressful, well that's life. but it was made bearable because of your help." he continued

"six years going seven, despite all the hate at the start. i really applaud you for being such a strong woman," he added. "thank you. handling your whiney ass could get rough sometimes." you laughed once again as he whined.

"okay shut up, bear with my cheesy moment for a bit."

"honestly, i was scared. scared that i'd lose you after the news broke. i didn't want you to be gone by my side. instead, i wanted you to be by my side forever."

"kim doyoung where are you going with this!" you were teary as your boyfriend became sentimental.

he was right, it was hard to keep up with everything. "i was also scared. everything could've ended or went wrong just because of what we want." you admitted.

"exactly. but... we made it anyways" he pecked your cheek.

"y/n.. i love you, so much. and i know you know that. " he paused as he got teary as well. the journey you've gone through together started taking a toll on what you both feel at the moment. you could sense fans from afar that they were keeping an eye on you both. doyoung stood up as he pulled you with him. he hugged you as he brought his hand up to your head, making you rest your chin on his shoulder.

"y/n, i can't put into words how much you've done just for me. i can't express how you've done a great job on everything. i'm sorry that there were times where we argued, times where i wasn't by your side when you needed it... times where i might have blown off all the stress and frustrations on you. you didn't deserve those."

you were now crying, as he did as well. you could feel his heartbeat against yours, in the same pace.

"and what i meant earlier, i really mean it." doyoung emphasized. "i know you do, dongyoung."

"and that includes being with you for a long time" you felt your heart quicken its beat.

"y/n, i can see us together 'til the end, and i will make sure of it."

doyoung broke the hug as he looked behind, he waved his hand. you saw that yuta lookalike with a few others, it was his members. fans started to crowd from afar. he cupped and squished your tear-drenched face. he places a peck as he took a small velvet box out of his coat. you saw the box and started to break down. fans afar were screaming.

"doyoung?" you said in between sobs.

"as i said, i'll make sure of it. y/n, i want to have kids who have your eyes, our talents, and our smile. it may sound cliché, but i want to start a new life with you. no longer as my girlfriend, but my last love. my... wife."

members and fans had their cameras on, capturing the moment.

"take off that promise ring, now." he commanded as you did. "i'm going to fulfill that promise we made years ago." he left a peck on your knuckles.

"y/n.." he knelt down on one knee, holding your right hand which was ungloved earlier.

"don't worry, i asked everyone for their blessings. your parents, the guys, your members, hell— do i have to mention the tasks hyoyeon made me do before i could get her consent?!" he exclaimed.

"y/n... will you?" he opened the box as it revealed the prettiest ring.

you looked over the members who were crying tears of joy, mouthing a yes. you looked over the fans, which made them shout a yes.

"why wouldn't i?" he immediately stood up and carried you, crying as he spun you around.

he carefully placed you down as he places the ring on your digit. he hugged you once again, kissing your forehead. taeyong, whose face was drenched and shivering from the cold handed out a box of tissues, the exact one you've paid for at the store. now understanding why your now fiancé insisted earlier. you looked at him getting an 'i told you so' from him.

outdoing his goal, doyoung did not only garner undying memories, but a life-long partner as well.

—end

#doyoung #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct doyoung #nct 127 #nct u #kim doyoung #kim dongyoung #taeyong #yuta #wayv #moonflms #doyoung x reader #doyoung x y/n #doyoung x you #nct #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct au #doyoung imagines #doyoung scenarios #doyoung fluff #nct fanfiction #doyoung au

[boognish-worshipper]

Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

[yioh]

2020 follow forever :^)

hello it is, but i, ur local frog, yura, i really realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy wanted to make some kind of post to appreciate everyone on here because , fr, you guys have been such a large part of my life recently and i can not thank you enough... every single person i have interacted with on here has been so wonderful and it’s been such a pleasure to talk with you guys<3

also extremely extremely extremely sorry if i forget anyone, i really really do love every single person i interact with!! this is my first time doing something like this also this is probably filled with typos but im too impatient and lazy to read what i wrote, im so sorry if its weird or something aaaaaaaaaaaa jhdsgjhd

without further ado lets goooooo losers😎

@honeyedmilks sof u are one of the softest people i know, we didn’t get to talk that much this year but i love ur presence in general and it makes me :D when u pop up on my dash/notes hehe, i can’t express just how much i adore ur writing, the vibes and settings and the way u write in general is so my thing and !!!!!!!! <3 

@asianmelodrama faizaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa u are mine and a lot of other people’s sunshine on this hellsite !!!! ur blog is so feel good and pretty and relaxing and i love all ur thoughts and ur gifs are soooooooooo pretty and ur so cool !!!!!!!! thank u for being so kind and creative and wonderful and for creating a place so safe and lovely i love u i love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

@muscosus robin robin robin robin ILUSM !!!!!!! ur so fun to talk to and i find it so amusing that we met each other via druck but then consequently found all our interests colliding and we were literally *shook pikachu* kdhigjdghkjf also whenever u tag me in whale stuff it warms my heart so much and i treasure our friendship so so much !!!

@lesbiangoths OLIVIA why are u so adorable :( everytime u send me an ask im :) ur so creative and talented and ur crocheting stuff looks so COOL !!!!! also ur vibe is just immaculate in general and talking with u is so easy, never change ilu bro

@illiterateopossum ELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur DEFINATELY one of the people on here that are MOST special to me, all our conversations are so freaking fun and man, u just get me .... and watching u get into all the dramas and anime i reccomend ??? it makes my heart doki doki hiagsjhjh thank u for always looking out for me and sending me the most loveliest messages, im really really bad with words and i am SHITE with keeping up with messaging but i seriously treasure our friendship so so much, i only hope for good things to happen to you next year and all the years after that, you’re such a kind wonderful person and !!!!!!!!!!!! i love u sm :(

@beesnutz KJDFKHIJFHKD GUSTE i wanna be emotional this one time and tell u that ur seriously such a fun person and the way my brain goes on overdrive from creativity when i talk to you is . insane. i want to bonk ur head with as much cereal as i can, never forget that you will always be the dumb sidekick to me, the superior villain and i WILL lead the way to world domination one day. sometimes i feel like u aren’t even real, you could be an anime character and i wouldn’t even bat an eyelash . ilu <3

@rosa-leche kana kana KANA :^) how are u so ???? sweet ???? adorable ???? wonderful ????? i already had so much fun interacting with you, all ur thoughts and messages are always so sweet and u make me smile SO much, and after the secret santa i feel like we have so much in common !!!!!!!!! do tell me if u ever watch bloom into you hehe, keep being the angel u are, ilusm !

@petekaos RAHUL !!!!!!!!!!!!! meeting u this summer feels like so long ago somehow, you sir!!! are one TALENTED person . it really really amazes me with how much passion you get into things and how much love and adoration you put into the things you create, its so so special .... anytime i see u vibing on my dash it fills me with so much joy, keep doing u bro !!!!

@toptaps zeeeeeeeeeeey you are so lovely :) you’re so gentle and soft and i adore talking with u about nanamin, also u are so cool and i was rly rly happy when u followed me lol, lowkey i admired u from afar jdhjkhdijd i love uuuuuuu

@fushiguroo MY LIL OREO CUTIE PATOOTIE oFC i still remember the first ask u sent me, i was so taken aback and honoured :( and the more and more i talked with you and saw you on my dash i was so happy, you have such good taste and you’re so so cute, take care of urself and stay the precious bean u are ok? 

@morksuns sumaya sumaya sumayaaaaaaaaaaaa everytime you interact with me im :D i love all our little convos and ur vibe in general is so peaceful and relaxing, im glad i got to meet you:’) here’s to another year and many more after that, that are filled with only good dramas !!!

@gayvlad NICO (nico niiiiiiiiiiiiii ) YOU DESERVE THE W O R L D. i dont know why but as soon as i had like one convo with u that one time i thought u were such a chill cool person :( im so happy that i get to be friends with you, all ur gifs are so pretty !!!!!!!! ur such a kind person and ur blog is such a warm nice place to be. :) 

@cupidhashorns   peach ........... PEACH !!!!!!!!!! you might be one of the nicest people in the WORLD , whenever u like my posts, regardless of whether u know what im on about lmao, i feel so seen... its just so nice to know that Someone i listening to the shit you throw into the void on this site lmao, i adore all ur asks and i truly truly appreicate all your messages so much. thank you for finding my blog interesting at all man, i cant tell you enough how happy you make me :)

@guihan arloooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MY CAT FRIEND . THE AMOUNT OF SEROTONIN YOU HAVE GIVEN ME IS IMMEASURABLE your cats ................... are so cute .............. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so glad i got into tsomd and got to meet you , whenever u tag me in things im !!!!!!!!! also im defo gonna read  twwtadsl sometime ksdjkdhjksd you make it sound so good aaaaaaaaaaaaa

@otterplush rey many people have probably already told you this but you are someone so ...... so spectacular and special and incredible and amazing ............  so much of your words has given me SO MUCH comfort in the short time i had known you, seriously. i seem to always stumble on your blog whenever im most hurt and your words have really had an impact on me in the best way possible and i love u so so so so much. i only wish for good things to happen for you and i want to be there for you in a way you are for everyone else !!! you are so warm and kind an generous, everything about your vibe feels so soft... also i always wanna rb everything you rb ndjbshs ur blog is so pretty :( 

@aheartandashirt nisaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAA MY KSH THIRST BUDDY KDHJKHDKJHDF fr ive had some of the BEST convos with you, ur taste in dramas is !!!!!!!!!!immaculate !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its so so so  fun talking with you and everything you gif looks so nice !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for being such a lovely friend to me, you’re so easy to talk with and so friendly and nice and <3 *pat pat pat* 

@tetsuos dawn dawn !!!! you are !!!!!!!!!! such a talented person !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love ur little corner on the web, its so nice to read all ur thoughts about the dramas you’re watching, all your thoughts are so well thought out and interesting to read and, in general, i adore seeing you do ur thing :) *hug hug * 

@heartsofsunlight angel ! your drawings are so beautiful !! you are such a beautiful person in general ! whenever u drop by it makes me so happy, its been so lovely getting to know you, thank you so much for talking to me :) i love uuuuuuu

@metawin jay jay jay !!!!!!!!!!!! for some reason whenever i see u im overcome with so much love !!! everything you make is so beautiful and u are defo one of the most elite people here hehe, also ur cats are ........ so adorable ............ 

@metawwin aliiiiiiiiiiiii, its been such a pleasure seeing you on here !! ur so soooooo kind and whenever u sent me those adorable asks it made me so happy, you’re like a little happiness fairy, you eminate so much joy and positivity !! also ur singing ... immaculate 

@87s min min !!!! u are soooooooooooo adorable, i think ive said this before but u seriously give me little sibling vibes lol, its so fun talking to you, and im so happy that you first popped up to me !!!!!!!!!!! iluuuuuuuu

@joblessquinoa JQ :^)    i always associate you with my engineer haha, and that was so long ago !!!!! ur so fun to talk to, and i adore seeing u rb and leave ur thoughts on all the manga and webtoons im reading !!!! in fact whenever u like my posts i aways feel so happy hehe, also . i literally wouldve failed my coding course without u thank u SO much for helping me out * cries* 

@gigiesarocha cata CATA CATA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  when you first popped up i was so elated to talk to you, u seemed so nice:( and later when u told me u watched joan’s galaxy because of me i was sdhfsgijdfhjkdhjkfh all ur gifs are so unbelieveably gorgeous, i literally go back to the set u made of yioh staring at joan skipping all the time, its so ........ beautiful.......... hopefully we get more wlw content next year and hopefully theyre all as good as joan’s galaxy hehe, iluuuuuuuuuu

@yibobibo aamna my love !!!!!!! how are you so precious ? everytime u reblog any of my posts its an instant serotonin boost, the experience of getting back into mdzs along with u was seriously incomparable, it was so FUN and i wanna go back :( ur such a friendly wonderful and talented person and i adore seeing all ur creativity blossom on this website, ilu aamna !

@brightwin JELLY jelly u are literally the human embodiment of the softest teddy bear in the WORLD . i wanna give u all the hugs and pats i can because u make me so !!!!!!!!! happy and u fill me with so much soft warmth ........... thank u for being u, all ur gifs are so pretty and its been so nice to be able to bask in the light that comes off of u, never change i love u so sooooooooooo much <3

and lastly, some blogs that i really really adore !

@kurusutakatsu @chanagun @yuhaosturtle @jiangyanlisgf @duoerla @yinyu @tichawongtipkanon @jbums @wenqing @lemongrasslesbian @weiixian @schech @kikuism @earthfluuke @0ffgun @yamaguccchi @wullu @seniorwitch @leoyunxi @floraflorenzi @dreamterlude @florbexter @doctorbahnjit

#wow i was so sappy ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ihdsajhkjsdhjkd #2020 follow forever

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we all knew this was coming and I’m a sentimental bitch. I just wanted to write all my mutuals some little messages about how much I love you. you guys have changed my life and I am so grateful for each and every one of you!!!💕💞💓💗💖💘 anygays have fun searching for yourself in this mess and I’m sorry for any typos, I’m illiterate (and if i forgot you it’s because i lost my brain in 1912)

@cr1spyy fernanda, my first ever mutual. who would have thought that your 5th wave posts would have brought one of the most amazing people in my life to me. your posts always make me laugh and your dedication to the good morning asks is admirable (fr I could never have that much consistency) you’re so kind to everybody and you’re absolutely beautiful and incredible and I fucking love you so much. I honestly don’t even want to think about what my life would be like if I had never met you, MWAH💕🤍

@sundaymorninghangover I remember you being my first ever note!! you liked this post I made that was a reblog of a “uquiz” that was actually a rickroll lmao. you didn’t even follow me back then but whatever. Then I remember waking up one day to see that you had tagged me in a bingo ask game and I was like “ummm tf is an ask game” but I do still have a bingo card for it that I never used ekenksjs. anygays, you have good opinions on everything and you’re absolutely fucking hilarious. If you told me back in may that I would be friends with you I wouldn’t believe it bc you intimidated me but regardless I’m glad to be an arson gang member with you. your memes are god tier and so is your music taste. I love you whore!!!!!🖤💜

@sound-and-colors ma’am you’re so nice and for what??? the aesthetic stuff that you reblog is *chef’s kiss* and nobody else is out there doing it like you. we’ve never talked but I just know that you are absolutely incredible mwah❤️💛

@embeddedinmybrain tasfia you are the nicest person on his hellsite and you know it (I hope). It was so much fun being your secret admirer anon while it lasted, like fr I loved it. Your art is beautiful just like your heart and i honestly don’t know what I did to deserve such a kind soul like you in my life. You’re always there to hype me up and ily (also just cut your own hair already I believe in you)🤍💙

@gumptin you hooked me with your suus icon and reeled me in by being the coolest and funniest person ever. your posts are consistently hilarious, accurate, or relatable and I admire that. I mean it when I say you’re one of the coolest people on here. idk what I did to have you think I’m cool but I’m honored nonetheless. also you have really awesome style and hair jdnjdjdjd mwah💚💛

@nori-in-pink first and foremost, your blog always has a very nice aesthetic and I feel like I need to acknowledge that. anyway, you are so kind and supportive and you don’t take any bullshit and that is absolutely amazing. you are absolutely iconic and always reblog the best stuff so I know I can count on your blog to be fantastic. you used to scare me (idk why don’t ask) but now I know that you’re just a big teddy bear ily💗💜

@matteohnora my slurpee queen and my mememate!! you always send me the funniest shit and it doesn’t go unappreciated. You’re always there for me with a silly meme or emotional support and I don’t think I’ve ever told you how grateful I am for that. whenever you stalk my blog it makes my heart go whooosh and I feel so special. Ily and I am so glad to have met you💜❤️

@lieverobbe ah yes, the girl with the impeccable music taste. that’s what I know you as, oh well. you are more talented and kind than you could ever believe and your edits are amazing!!! whenever I see you on my dash I get all happy bc I’m like “em’s here!!!” I love all your lil posts and I am so glad that you are my mutual ilyyyyy💙🤍

@ironymane you’ve watched limitless which automatically makes you amazing. you’re an absolutely incredible and amazing person and even tho you aren’t on here as much anymore, I still love youre lil posts. And one time you kept me entertained on a 6hr car ride so you deserve some kind of award for that. ly🧡💛

@kingarthurpendragons okay the obvious thing to talk about here is your incredible talent when it comes to gif making. Like how in the hell- but you are also so kind and loving and it doesn’t go unnoticed. You don’t have to send nice asks but you do and ily for it mwah!!❤️💗

@engelkeijsers the skam nl stan that we all deserve to have in our lives. you are so fucking hilarious and relatable and all around amazing and for what? your posts always put a smile on my face and it is so much fun to clown with you. ilyyyy💚💛

@happiness-isin-you let’s ignore the fact that it took me forever to realize that this was your main lmao. your art is some of the most beautiful shit I’ve ever seen. like your style is so cool????  I could literally go on about this for hours don’t test me. the cute animal pictures are the absolute best and you’re always there for emotional support. Ilyyyyyyy💛❤️

@isakyaqi fiz you are so kind and talented and cool and I really do mean all that. You reblog always the best of content so I know I can trust it. you always put nice tags in the things you reblog things and it’s fun to read what you write because it’s almost always you hyping up the creator or the thing itself. you are awesome jdjdjdndjjd mwah🖤🤎

@cash-queens sam oh sam. Idek where to start with how much ily. You’re my famous mutual which is very iconic of you and you put up with my cat pictures and my silly antics and my riverdale posts. You’re so kind to me and everybody and whenever I make a post when I’m having a mental breakdown you’re always there to make sure that I’m doing okay. That def doesn’t go unappreciated. You’re legitimately one of the kindest and most amazing people I’ve ever known and I love you so much, more than you could ever know💛🤍

@welcometo-saturn çağrı you’re so cool. end of statement. that’s all I have to say about it. your gifs are so beautiful and you don’t take shit from anybody. you’re so down to earth that it makes it seem like you’re somebody who I’ve just always known (even tho we’ve never talked sjdjdjdjdj) so yeah anyway, you’re are a really awesome person with really good opinions and I am so glad that we are mutuals🧡❤️

@amifeelingokay it’s difficult not to start with your url bc it’s amazing and I love it. your skam posts are always so nice and cute and positive (just like you!!) and I love them. the content you reblog is always aesthetic or a nice text post and I just love your blog okay. ily💜🖤

@isthatelpome you’re so nice that I’m willing to overlook your opinion on salt and vinegar chips (they’re not good I’ll fight you on that) your dani icon is beautiful just as you are, mwahhhh🧡❤️

@earthling-isa babe you are so cute with your lil edits and your clowning. the near constant black and white aesthetic is very iconic and i love it. you’re a suus stan so I have no choice but to love you for it. i absolutely adore your gifs, especially the ones with the lil squares in the middle fygzbgut. you are absolutely beautiful and incredible and kind and I love you MWAHHHH🖤💙

@grey-mist-exist okay we’ve never talked but you seem like such a rad person. not cool but like rad (there are are subtle differences) your art is beautiful even tho idk the quotes (go off smarty pants) and overall you are just really rad, idk how else to say it mwah!!!🤍🖤<pretend it’s a grey heart

@fatoudixon hey look it’s one of the most talented people here!!! You’ve always been so kind and supportive of me and I really really do appreciate it. you have good opinions on everything and did I mention that you’re talented?? cause you are, very. Your reaction videos are amazing and not to mention iconic, just like your hair. anyway, ily and I am so glad that I have somebody as amazing as you as my mutual💙💛

@sander-klaas you are so kind and and you have so much passion. I can always trust you reblog only the best of wtfock and sobbe content which I am very grateful for. you literally just started making gifs and they are so beautiful (okay it was like months ago but whatever dkdjdjjdjdj) anyway, thank you so much for being my mutual mwah❤️💛

@jusdekiwi okay we’ve never talked but you genuinely seem like such a sweet person??? I love the stuff you reblog, it’s always the best gif sets. idk I can just tell you have good taste. I hope to get to know you better in the future, but for now I am very grateful to have you💚💙

@kritiquer my twin!!! you and I have a lot in common so ofc I love you. I’m joking obviously.... anygays you are always so supportive of everybody and you are so sweet. I love all of your personal posts, it always makes me really happy to see what you’re up to and how you’re feeling. I also like the aesthetic stuff you reblog, I have bad taste in all that, clearly you don’t. I am so glad that we started talking and I hope that we continue! ily kit!!!!💜🤍

@bleachblondebitches you aren’t on here that much, but whenever you are I get so happy! Your gifs are beautiful and I think about your sobbe and booksmart parallels gifset every day. you have amazing taste in movies and I love you!💜💙

@lesbeanfatou clara!!! bitch!!!! You already know how much I love you but I guess I’ll reiterate. I honestly don’t know what I did before I knew you. I always remember looking at the no idea blog with the Nora icons like “who is this?” Little did I know back then that you would be one of my closest friends. your support of me means the world and I am so grateful for you. I’m so glad that I have somebody in my life like you to talk to and be friends with. you are one of the funniest people in and I just love you so much I could burst mwah❤️🧡

@gucciboner okay hiii ypu are literally so fucking kind and funny, i admire your sense of humor sm. your art is so beautiful and you are so goddamn talented, it never ceases to amaze me. I also love all the little funny posts you make and reblog!! ily💙💗

@helmtaryn even though you put supernatural on my dash, I am willing to forgive you bc I love you so much. your gifs are so beautiful like ma’am didn’t you just start?? icon shit. your hate for photoshop is iconic and you are awesome. you’re always sending me asks and responding to my posts and you’re so nice and it makes my heart go whooosh. anygays you’re cool and ily💙🧡

@starmansander nina when I tell you that you give off the best vibes- okay sorry I had to start with that. I love how you are so nice and supportive of me, it really means a lot. I really like the stuff you reblog like,,, cool art? pretty women? those hopeful little posts? iconic. also youre a noor stan which is a sign of good taste. love you🤎❤️

@ijzermanora daniiiiiii madam you are so epic and iconic and I really could go on about that forever. you are so kind and you’re following all my joke sideblogs (even the ch*cken l*ttle hate blog??? why???) which is very brave of you. I love reading all of your lil wholesome posts and hearing about school and how much you hate chemistry (even tho you like sushi???) anygays we were already sending memes 10 hours into our mutualship so I think we were soulmates from the very beginning. I love you so much and I have no idea what I did before i knew you💜💗

@alwaysin-myhead okay, you give off cool person vibes and I had to acknowledge that. your art is so beautiful and you are so incredibly talented!!! I hope to get to know you in the future🧡💛

@alexiaugustin here she is!!! the queen of good opinions!!! you are such a smart cookie and you use that power to make long paragraph posts that I can actually read without falling asleep. which is impressive honestly. never has a person been so kind and funny and genius in such a well rounded way (that makes no sense) I’m so happy that I have you in my life ilyyy💚💗

@ijntba hihi you’re such a sweet person and I literally love your skam blog sm. I am so honored that you’re using one of my icons you have no idea. even though I’m confused when you post about anime, I still appreciate your passion lmao. mwah💛🧡

@hidden-joy liz!! you are such a kind soul and I absolutely love looking at the things you reblog and reading all the nice things that you put in the tags, it’s always so sweet and supportive!!! we’re relatively new mutuals, but I do hope to get to know you better in the future!!!💚💛

okay sorry to group y’all together but @fudgetunblr and @alexiswoke I like just became mutuals with y’all but I do love you and I’m glad you’re here and I hope 2021 treats you well and that i get to know you better!!❤️❤️

aaand one last final message for max and sarah, i know yall wont see this but ily🧡 💜

okay yeah I know I already said this but I really do love each and every one of you so much and I am so lucky to have so many amazing people in my life💕💕💓💕💖💖💕💘💕💗💞💓💕💖💖💘💕💓

#MWAH💕 #my mutuals are pretty fuckin rad #also don’t tell anyone but the hearts at the end are the colors I associate you with #or they’re as close as I could get #*makes this post* #*goes back to sleep*