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binniebakery · 2 months

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(What's The) Hot Topic?

HotTopicWorker!Gyu x Fem!Reader, Strangers to Lovers(?), Suggestive! ♡ Summary: In search for a birthday gift for your friend, you stop by your local Hot Topic where you stick out like a sore thumb. A certain employee sees a pretty girl in need of his assistance, so who is Beomgyu to say no? (In which emo gyu takes a liking to the girl dressed in delicate ribbons and bows.) ♡ Warnings: Things move a little fast here, makeout with a stranger, cursing, reader gets called fem nicknames, etcccc not proofread! ♡ A/N: ty for the request! I got so motivated to write this I hopped on my pc so quick LMAO (this user loves oreo beomgyu with a passion n will do anything to write for him) so more coquette x txt !!!! lmk if u guys want me to do other members too! Hope u enjoy~

The mall was quieter than usual today. A perfect time for you to show up in your cute heeled boots and winter coat, perfectly lined with white fur and ribbons. The sound of your shoes clicking mixing in with the atmosphere of the mall. You found your way to the store you were looking for. As you stood in front you stared at your phone with furrowed eyebrows. How were you supposed to find Yeonjun’s gift again? You walked in with eyes glued to your text messages. Nirvana, yes. You wanted a Nirvana shirt for your good friend Yeonjun’s birthday. Easy right? Or maybe he wouldn’t like that? It was hard to figure out what he had and what he didn’t have in his collection. You bit your lip as you looked at the t-shirt section in the back of the dark store. You could practically feel the stare of another shopper which made your uneasiness grow. Though you couldn’t blame them, you sort of stood out like a sore thumb. Pretty pearled headband with light ribbons tied, and a purse in the same color to match. Your whole outfit screamed sweet pastels and spring while you stood next to the bloody horror movie merchandise. You sighed in relief as you saw the previously mentioned customer get helped by an employee. Yet to your luck, you were left standing waiting like a lost deer. Maybe you should’ve just ordered something online– “Hey there, has anyone helped you yet?”

You turn to see a taller figure standing by you, his black long hair chopped into a wolf cut with platinum blonde highlights to further highlight his pale skin. He was a guy your age for sure, and he had quite an eccentric appearance. Which made him even more attractive. “Hi! Um yes sorry, I do need help with something if you don’t mind? I’m looking for a gift for a friend. I don’t really have the same style so..” you trailed off, noticing how his eyes look over your figure, a tinge of pink blooming on his ears. “Sure thing. Just tell me what kind of stuff your friend likes and I can help you, pretty girl. Name’s Beomgyu.” he grinned. You felt your heart nearly stop as you choked out an “Ah! I’m y/n.. th- thanks..” and proceeded to show him Yeonjun’s list of favorite artists and demands for his birthday. “Hm. I think I have the perfect thing for him. Follow me please.” you watch him swiftly turn around as he walks deeper into the back of the store… into the employees-only room? You stood there dumbfounded, were you supposed to go in there too? Was this a normal thing for Hot Topic? You hardly came to the store but you swear the employees-only room should be for.. Well, employees only. “Don’t worry doll, you can come back here.” He chuckles as he watches your big eyes scan around nervously. You nod and walk in with him, the door closing behind you. The room was dim, a single light bulb being the only source of light for the two of you. It wasn't too large of a room, with an employee bathroom towards the end of it, a desk with a computer sitting in the corner, and tons of shelves filled with extra merchandise waiting to be set up. Beomgyu hummed as he dug through the boxes with various artists’ names labeled on them. The room was quiet and the atmosphere felt thick. You played with the ribbons on your soft coat as you waited for him to find what he was looking for. “I have a question for you. You ever visit this store?” Beomgyu asked as he dug further, you tilted your head at the question. Was he trying to say something..? “Yes.. but I’m not really a common customer..” You nervously laugh and Beomgyu stands up with a set of items in his hands. “Mhm, I figured. No offense, but you really stick out in here. That dumbass was staring at you like you were a zoo animal.” He laughed. “Though I mean that with no offense- I wouldn’t blame him. You’re a pretty girl y’know?” He smiled as he handed you the merch in his hands. Your face flushed at the compliment. “Ah, thank you. You’re really kind.” You smile. Neither of you move. You’re looking at the floor, you really want to say something more. Ask him for his number, tell him he’s attractive as hell, or that you want to just stay in here a little longer. Alone with him. Suddenly, you feel a hand stroke a strand of your hair. You look up to see Beomgyu admiring your soft locks with gentle eyes. “Such a pretty girl.. You have a boyfriend?” He tilts his head, lips forming a smirk with tongue in cheek. You could almost pass out. Your eyes were locked on Beomgyu’s expression, his face scanning yours as he waited for your response. You could tell he was taking his time analyzing your features. You felt yourself shudder under his intense stare, you shook your head. “No actually.. I don’t..” Beomgyu’s smile widened. “Really? An angel like you? Surely I’m not your type though, someone like me with a angel like you?” “Well..” You looked away, staring at Yeonjun’s present that was still in your hands. He did have a point. You were just a sweet little thing, dressed in bows and frills, while Beomgyu wore ripped jeans and dark shirts with multiple band pins, all while sporting multiple bandaids from his skating endeavors. “I could say the same about you…Beomgyu.” His name sounded like candy coming from your glossy pink lips. He just had to hear you say it more. Beomgyu decides he’s had enough and closes the gap between you, pulling you in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, leaving you craving for more. His hands snake their way around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer. You find yourself tilting your head, deepening the kiss and he groans at the feeling of you pressing yourself against him. “Wanna hear you say my name..” he mumbles against your lips and your mind is growing fuzzy. “B- Beomgyu..” you whisper and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth the second you say his name. You spend minutes like this, his hands roaming your warm and soft coat, your fingers tracing the choker on his neck. Yeonjun’s gifts long forgotten on the ground. When you both finally separate for air, Beomgyu presses his forehead against yours, admiring the way your eyes have darkened, pretty lashes glistening in the dim room’s light. “I get off in an hour babydoll. You want my number?” You find yourself nodding profusely and he smirks. “I’ll see you when I get off then.” “Promise?” You tilt your head cutely, voice soft and sweet like cotton candy, and he feels himself drawn more to you by the second. You separate from each other's arms and he helps you pick up your items. After all, you still had to head to check out. “I prom-” The door swings open as Beomgyu’s coworker walks in. “Beomgyu! What are you doing? There’s like two customers out there and- oh what-” The slightly taller male who’s nametag read Soobin tilts his head in confusion. His brows knit together as he sees your slightly disheveled hair and Beomgyu’s face smeared in your pink lipgloss. “Oh my- get the fuck out of here! Jesus man, it makes sense for Taehyun to pull something like this but you?” he groans as Beomgyu’s shit-eating grin moves him to the side, walking out with your wrist in his hand, guiding you to the counter to pay.

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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Do Not Answer

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi - Part 2

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: You’d ended things with Suguru a while ago; when his execution was set after he’d slaughtered an entire village and when he’d tried to get you to join him in his endeavors of “cleansing the world”. He’d tried to convince you that this was for the greater good, to make the world a better place. But you weren’t one of his cult followers and you definitely weren’t a murderer. Despite this, Suguru had… a hard time letting go.

Warnings: Mean Suguru Getou, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Threats of Violence, Jealousy, Stalking, Manipulative Behavior, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Death Threats, Choking on cock, Profanity because duh I'm me

You’re lying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. It’s late and the day has been way too long. After finishing up lectures with your students, you feel absolutely drained. Today’s lesson on cursed energy control wiped you out. All you can think about is finally being able to close your eyes and sleep, but for some reason your mind won’t let you.

A chilly breeze sneaks through the cracks of the closed window at the foot of your bed.

It’s your second year as a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu Technical School, though you used to be a student here as well. After graduation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to cut it in the real world and certain…events that took place shortly after your graduation also made you wary to leave. So you accepted a teaching position and moved into the teacher’s dorms.

You enjoyed your work as a teacher. The students depended on you to teach them the necessary skills for survival and you were happy to do so. They filled your life with purpose even if you felt a deep loneliness in the late hours of your room when the day came to an end.

Your phone vibrates, a text window appearing above the array of shirts you’re scrolling through as you fight your boredom with online shopping.

W: What are you up to right now?

Ah, your current “relationship”, if you could call it that, probably wondering if he could come over. You’d been seeing him casually for a couple of months, nothing serious. You had met him on assignment in Yokosuka. He was a window who had stumbled upon a particularly nasty semi-grade 2 curse and had called the school to assist since windows only possessed enough cursed energy to see curses, but not enough to actually exorcize them. They dispatched you since Nanami had been on assignment elsewhere and the rest was history.

He was a sweet guy, a little bland, but nice nonetheless. He treated you well, made you laugh sometimes and most importantly he wasn’t a mass murderer . He was simple - safe, probably as close to normal as you’d ever find in the world of jujutsu sorcery. It was exactly what you needed in your life after him . You push the thought to the back of your mind as you type out your response.

You: Just doing some late night shopping. Might head to bed soon. You?

You were too tired to entertain a guest even if you couldn’t sleep. It was better to just put that out there before he asked to come over. Your phone vibrates again with another text as soon as you hit send.

DONT FUCKING ANSWER 1: hey

You swipe the message off your screen immediately.

Nope. No way.

You continue your scrolling through the shop's online inventory, occasionally responding to W’s text messages. You add a couple cute tops to your shopping cart and a pair of jeans which after a while of scrolling you decide you don’t like that much and remove them from your cart. Your phone buzzes in your hands.

W: I think I’m going to head to bed now, babe. I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight.

You go to respond when your phone buzzes again.

DONT FUCKING ANSWER 1: Are you up? Can I call you?

You swipe the text away. Another message follows.

DONT FUCKING ANSWER 2: I know you’re awake.

You roll your eyes. Persistent as ever. Entitled as ever. You should block him, you would block him, but you’ve made that mistake before. You’re a quick learner and it only took you blocking him the first time for him to get two new phones so he could blow you up from both. So you decided to just save both numbers under “DONT FUCKING ANSWER 1” and “DONT FUCKING ANSWER 2”. You’re fairly certain that one of these days you’ll have to add a “DONT FUCKING ANSWER 3, 4 and 5” to your contacts.

You huff. Once again , you swipe the text from your screen, shooting W a quick goodnight text before you toss your phone onto your bedside table after setting it to do not disturb. You turn over in bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin.

The warmth of the blanket is calming, soothing against the contrasting cold of your room. The quiet howl of the wind blowing outside serves almost as a lullaby, your eyes getting heavier as you let the darkness finally consume you.

Click

The rush of the wind is louder now, and you’re positive the room temperature has dipped at least four degrees. You hear the same click that woke you again within a few seconds, the sound of the wind dying and then you feel his presence before his feet even touch the ground. You know exactly who it is.

You sit up, blinking the sleep from your eyes just in time to see Suguru Geto climbing down from your window. He lands gracefully on his feet, his long dark hair bouncing with the force of the landing.

Always one to make an entrance.

Tonight, he’s foregone his religious robes and dons a black long sleeve and those damn sexy harem pants he used to wear. You hate the way your body responds to seeing him, your heart racing when he flashes you that grin that used to make you melt beneath him - still , makes you want to melt beneath him.

Your ex-boyfriend, Suguru.

You stare at him, not saying a word. “Ignoring me now?” He asks simply, lifting his hand to toss his bangs out of the way.

“What gave it away?” You reply, not bothering to hide the sarcasm. “Me not responding to any of your messages? Me not answering your calls or me blocking you on every form of social media available? I’m always ignoring you, Suguru.”

Suguru grins, you know he’s grinning because you can see his white teeth shine in the dark with his lazy smile. You haven’t spoken in months now - well you haven’t. Suguru, as always, never shuts up. He insists on calling you, texting you, letting his presence be known when you’re out and about by sending his curses your way. They never do anything to harm you. He almost lets them loose like friendly dogs off of a leash, their grotesque forms finding their way to you and nuzzling against your cheek, rubbing against your leg. You’d exorcize them, but you know what they mean to him so you leave them be.

You’d ended things with Suguru a while ago; when his execution was set after he’d slaughtered an entire village and when he’d tried to get you to join him in his endeavors of “cleansing the world”. He’d tried to convince you that this was for the greater good, to make the world a better place. But you weren’t one of his cult followers and you definitely weren’t a murderer. Despite this, Suguru had… a hard time letting go.

You sigh, rubbing your temple where you feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming on. “You shouldn’t be here, Suguru. You’re a wanted man. I should report you to the higher ups.”

Suguru’s hands come up with a shrug, his tongue poking out between his lips teasingly. “Yeah. But you won’t.”

And he’s right. You won’t say anything because you can’t bear the thought of him dying.

Suguru leans casually against the windowsill, fixing you with a wistful smile. It only makes your heart beat faster, the way Suguru never bothers to conceal what he’s feeling. Ever.

“Why have you been ignoring me? I miss you.”

But Suguru is different from the Suguru you used to know. It doesn’t mean you don’t still care for him, but it means you have to be a bit more careful with your feelings for him now.

You hum as though you’re really giving this question some thought when the answer is so fucking obvious. “Oh, I don’t know, Suguru. Maybe because associating with you means a target on my back and if I’m being honest, I’m not really in the mood for Satoru to blow a Hollow Purple through my skull.”

Suguru mulls this over, his face only portraying boredom at the mention of his former best friend. “So what have you been up to lately?”

He always changes the subject so easily when you make a good point, not caring that you’ve clearly told him you want nothing to do with him. You don’t answer, hoping he’ll get uncomfortable enough in the heavy silence to just…leave. He doesn’t. Which is just like Suguru. It’s aggravating, but endearing at the same time. You miss his stubbornness sometimes and this reminds you of your time together.

“Been having fun with your friend?” he asks suddenly, looking over his nails.

You stiffen, but try not to give anything away. “What are you talking about?”

Suguru laughs loudly, making you stiffen even further if possible. He knows if anyone hears him here, finds him here, you’re both so fucked. Dead. Immediately dead. But he doesn’t care. He’d like to see someone try and come kill him and he’d especially love to rip the head off of whoever tries to come kill you. More than anything though, he wants to rip the head off of the guy he’s been watching you with for the last couple of months.

“Come on. We can be friends!” He lies. “Tell me about him. What’s he liiiike?” he asks in a sing-song voice, eyes closing as he smiles widely. You debate on telling him. Will he leave faster if you just tell him you’re seeing someone else? You go against your better judgment and tell him anyway.

You keep it short and sweet, not wanting to give too much detail about W. But of course, Suguru pries for more.

“Oh? How nice for you. A fellow sorcerer, then? What grade?”

Of course he wants to know. Because Suguru wants to be the top. The top sorcerer, the top curse user, the top man in your life whether you’re with him or not.

“Not necessarily. He’s a window.” You tell him, and you’re not sure why the way Suguru’s brows shoot up and his eyes widen make you feel so fucking embarrassed.

Suguru blinks, then looks at you with pity, his bottom lip protruding in a pout.

“A window ? You may as well be dating one of these plebeian monkeys roaming the streets!” He throws his head back dramatically, brows furrowed as he sighs loudly. You flinch, hoping he’ll just leave after telling you how much you’ve lowered the bar for yourself.

He says your name as if he’s trying to plead with you. “You may have made the biggest mistake of your life by leaving me,” he lays his hand against his chest, flipping his bangs out of his face again. “But I can't allow you to tie yourself to the dead weight of a window.”

You scoff. “You’re not allowing me to do anything, Suguru. I like him and I don’t care that he’s a window. He knows what he’s doing. He’s not dead weight.”

“And if a curse attacks him? What will he do? He’ll be helpless to defend himself. Unless you plan on being next to him every second of his life?”

He makes a good point, but something about the way Suguru asks this makes your skin crawl.

“He’s been okay his whole life. He won’t be attacked or killed by a curse.” You bite back, trying to convince him…and maybe yourself a little bit.

“Hmm?” Suguru pouts again as he takes a step closer to your bed. “Are you sure ?”

You sit up straight, nodding your head, trying not to betray to him how nervous he’s making you by asking you this. You know now your association with W puts him at risk.

“You promise he’ll be okay?”

You hesitate for a brief second, but you nod again.

“And what if I can promise he won’t be?” His lips spread in a grin as he takes yet another step closer to you. You take a deep breath, steadying your racing adrenaline.

“I sincerely hope you’re not threatening my boyfriend, Suguru.”

He stops in his tracks, his head cocking to the side in curiousity. “Boyfriend? You never mentioned you were that serious about him.”

You’re not, but Suguru doesn’t need to know that. W is an innocent bystander in this and Suguru’s jealousy shouldn’t lead to W’s untimely demise. You hope this little fib prompts Suguru to drop it, maybe move on with his life even though you’re secure enough in yourself to admit that would hurt.

In true Suguru fashion, he only takes this as competition…and you kind of like that. He closes the gap between himself and you, leaning forward until your noses are touching. You don’t move away, you never have. His antics may scare others, but he’s never scared you. It’s what he loves about you. You’re up to the challenge. You meet him blow for blow. It’s why he can’t let you go. It’s why he can’t fucking bear the thought of another man wrapping his arms around you, of you finding someone else.

“Do you love him?” His voice is quiet, serious. You don’t, you’re not even sure how much you like W, but Suguru is hovering over you with his domineering presence you love so much and he smells so good. You can feel his jealousy radiating off of him and honestly, it’s fucking sexy. It only makes you want to piss him off more, so you lie again.

“I think I do, actually,” you breathe out. And even in the dark, you can see the way Suguru’s nose crinkles in disgust, disappointment even.

“A common window. You’re in love with a window ,” he stresses the last word as his hand comes up to rest on the back of your neck. Your breath hitches in your throat, your body doing what it always does when Suguru’s involved – reacting. It’s the reason you don’t talk to or see him. You’re weak for him. You always have been.

“And what if I am?” You challenge him, raising your chin so that your lips are barely a breath apart. The slightest movement and your lips would be touching. Suguru’s grip tightens on the back of your neck and you resist the feeling of wanting to roll your eyes back in pleasure.

“If you are,” he says, pulling back slightly to ghost his lips over your face, down your neck and to your pulsepoint. “Maybe I’ll let you live a happy little life with him. You can go on being a Grade 1 sorcerer – exorcizing curses, protecting your feeble window lover, maybe even have weak little children with hardly any cursed energy that you’ll have to retire to protect.”

He’s really killing the mood here.

Until he bites down on your pulsepoint and you gasp into the cold air of your dorm room. The pain is immediately soothed by Suguru slowly dragging his tongue over the bruise and you can’t help the moan that rushes past your lips.

“ Or maybe I’ll just kill him .”

The threat goes straight to your core. You cross your legs underneath your blanket, the steady pulse in your center already starting to drive you insane.

Suguru is back to lapping at the wound on your neck as though he didn’t just say he would kill your lover…boyfriend… friend…what the fuck ever W is to you.

“I’d never let you kill him,” you pant into his hair. You don’t touch him, not yet at least. Suguru has always liked it that way; him making you so desperate with his own touch until you can’t do anything but grip onto him.

“You couldn’t stop me if you tried. You’re strong,” he reaches for the blanket and peels it back, groaning when he feels you shiver as you’re exposed to the cool night air. “You’re not strong enough to stop me though. You’re not stupid enough to try either.”

He runs his nose back up your neck, along your jawline until he’s face to face with you again. His free hand comes up to glide through the valley of your breasts and he sighs longingly, like he’s been dreaming of touching you here for a long time. He has.

Suguru has no qualms in admitting that he thinks of you always, watches you constantly. That he fucks his own hand to the thought of you whenever he has a free moment to himself. You never respond to him or acknowledge his presence and it makes him crazy. But he likes to think he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows you think of him too. You like that he chases you. Otherwise you’d have changed your number long ago. You’re still his. It doesn’t matter who you’re with.

But Suguru also has no qualms in admitting the thought of someone touching what’s his, especially a lowly window, makes him irate. The hand on the back of your neck slides up to your hair where he grips it and tugs a little harder than he intended. Doesn’t matter. He gets the response he wanted when your lips part with a soft moan. He stares down at you, eyes half-lidded, pretty lips parted, chest rising and falling with quick breaths and he can’t wait to ruin you for your little window boyfriend.

“Break up with him,” he commands and he snarls quietly when he sees that defiant smirk he loves spread across your face.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I’ll kill him and then I’ll kill you.”

“No, you won’t.”

You stare him down, not backing down from his challenge and Suguru groans, his hips coming forward to press against the mattress in search of friction. This little argument is making him so hard he’s starting to lose focus, but he wants you to agree to leave your stupid boyfriend before he goes any further. Not because he’ll feel bad for making a move while you’re in a relationship, but because he has bigger plans for the long-term and he needs you freed up for it.

He yanks your head back by your hair, grinning down at you while you return the same vicious smile. Fuck, he loves you. It’s fine if you won’t agree to leave the window. It’ll only make this more fun for him.

He bends down, his lips hovering over yours once again before he says, “I want you.”

You contemplate keeping up the ruse that you and W are dating, that you love him when in reality you’re so fucking bored out of your mind with him, with life, with everything. You won’t agree to break up with W, because you’re not really even dating him. Besides, this will make it more fun for you.

You hold Suguru’s gaze before telling him, “Just for tonight.” It’s a lie. You know if he shows up again you’ll give in, but it’s all he needs to hear before his lips are crashing into yours, taking everything you have to offer.

Your hands move into his hair and Suguru shivers under your touch, moaning when you open your mouth for his tongue to slide past your lips. Your tongues dance together, tasting each other the way you used to until you have to pull apart, gasping for air as you stare each other down.

You release Suguru’s hair and push him back to standing. Your fingers slide down his torso to the waistband of his pants. He watches you closely, tongue darting out absentmindedly to drag across his bottom lip. You slide your hand into the front of his pants, palming his cock through his briefs. His hips come forward to press into your hand, a quiet sigh escaping him as his hands come down to cup your face.

He bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” he says, still rutting into your palm.

You nod, sliding your other hand into his waistband and tugging his pants and briefs down at the same time. Suguru steps back briefly, grunting with displeasure at the loss of contact, to kick off his shoes and pull his pants all the way down. As he does this, you shift to lay on your stomach on the bed, watching the way his cock springs forth from his pants and smacks loud against his own stomach.

When Suguru comes back to the edge of your bed, he goes back to cupping your face with his hands. You take the time to admire his pretty dick illuminated in the moonlight. The tip is red, weeping pre-cum already. You bring your hand forward, gripping the shaft and squeezing. Suguru hisses, hips bucking forward into your hand. He softly places his own hand on the back of your head. You roll your tongue out and give his tip a gentle squeeze, letting the pre-cum drip slowly on to your tongue. You missed the taste of him. You can’t lie.

You let your eyes roam up Suguru’s body until you make eye contact with those deep brown eyes. Suguru’s hand presses down on your head, coaxing you forward.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” Suguru groans above you. “Open your mouth, baby.”

You obey with no hesitation, letting your lips fall open. He slowly rolls his hips forward, his cock entering the warm cavern of your mouth.

“ Fuck, ” Suguru moans. You lift your hands, caressing his thighs and opening your throat as Suguru slides easily into your mouth until it touches your throat. You watch as he tilts his head back, sighing softly.

You love this feeling. You can kick the head off of a curse, snap someone’s neck with no problem. But it’s when you’re making Suguru Geto – Special Grade curse user, mass murderer, wanted fugitive – come undone before you that you feel the most powerful.

You hum when you feel Suguru’s cock touch the back of your throat, your pride swelling when you feel his legs shake at the sensation. He pushes your head down more with both hands now, his body coming forward to loom over you. He doesn’t move, just holds you there breathing harshly over your form as you hold his dick in the back of your throat.

“God, fucking shit ,” he groans through gritted teeth as he pushes you so far down your nose is buried in the soft hair that lies above the base of his cock. You feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, but you make no move to wipe them away. Suguru likes that. He pulls out sharply with a loud gasp, taking one deep breath before he grabs the base of his length and plunges himself back into your mouth in one swift motion.

“You know how I feel about this mouth, baby,” he grunts, pulling out just to slam himself into your throat over and over and over. You moan around his dick, pulling a gasping breath from Suguru as he slams into your mouth relentlessly.

“Look at me,” he moans out. “I wanna watch you while I fuck your throat until you cry.”

You peer up at him through your lashes and Suguru watches as the moonlight illuminates the tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. This is his favorite look on you. You with your lips wrapped around his dick while he literally fucks your mouth until you’re crying. He has to bite the inside of his cheek so he doesn’t come down your throat when the tears finally fall, leaving a sparkling trail down your cheeks.

He wants to keep fucking your face like this, but if he’s being honest, he knows he won’t last long. He’s been holding out for this moment where he gets to have you again. He hasn’t been with anyone since you. He’s been waiting only for you . The thought of finally having you again makes his balls tighten and he pulls out of your mouth with a loud POP, motioning for you to get up.

“Take it off,” he demands, pointing to your clothes.

You waste no time, stripping yourself of your shirt, shorts and panties. Suguru crawls on to the bed, pushing you down onto your back as he climbs over you. He drinks in the sight of you beneath him, naked and as beautiful as he remembers before he dives down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, moaning loudly when he tastes the mixture of you and himself on your tongue.

His hand slides down between your bodies, past your chest, over one of your hardened nipples, down your stomach and further until Suguru’s fingers find the warm heat between your legs. He sighs into your mouth as his fingers spread your folds to find you soaking wet.

“Do you let window touch you like this?” He asks, sliding a finger over your clit. You whimper beneath him, watching as he smirks above you. He would guess not, but he likes making you squirm a little anyway.

He rubs lazy circles on the sensitive nub, bringing his face down to kiss on the now darkening bruise forming on your pulsepoint from his earlier bite.

“Has he made you come yet?” He murmurs into your neck, kissing and sucking as he makes his way back up to your mouth. He slots his lips against yours, swallowing your mewls when he flicks his fingers roughly over your clit before you can answer.

Suguru feels his cock throb listening to the sounds you make. It’s been so long since he’s heard them. He wants to hear more.

“Does he get to taste you?” Suguru asks, sliding his fingers up and down your folds before bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He turns his fingers in front of him and observes the way the moonlight makes your slick glisten against his skin. He parts his lips, slowly slipping his fingers into his mouth and sucking, eyes rolling back at the heady taste of you. You watch him with lust filled eyes, moaning at the action.

You haven’t answered a single question. Suguru won’t let you. The moment the question leaves his lips, he’s touching you, overstimulating you. Your body feels like it’s on fire beneath him.

“I fucking hope not, baby,” he says as he shifts his body to slide his hips between your thighs. You feel his length press against you and you whine, rolling your hips up to meet Suguru’s. He chuckles. Suguru bends down to kiss you again, whispering against your lips. “If he’s tasted you, I really will just kill him .”

You don’t have time to react as Suguru rears his hips back before thrusting straight into you. You cry out sharply, back arching until your sensitive nipples are pressed into Suguru’s chest. He dips down, taking one of the soft peaks into his mouth, rolling it expertly with his tongue. Your breathing is coming erratically now, but you know Suguru. He isn’t going to let up.

He gives you about three seconds to adjust to the way he absolutely fills your pussy before he’s moving, bottoming out on his second thrust. You wrap your legs around his waist, your hands flying up into his hair.

Suguru moves off of one nipple to move to the neglected one and takes it into his mouth. Your grip on his tresses tighten and he groans. The vibrations make your walls clamp down around him and he sucks harder on the sensitive bud until he decides he wants to kiss you. He lets go with another loud POP and kisses his way up the swell of your breasts, up your neck to your mouth where he swallows your cries as he fucks into you.

Suguru almost forgot how tight you were, how your pussy squeezes his cock for dear life every time he’s inside of you. He feels a tingle run up his spine at the familiar sensation and slows down just a bit so he doesn’t come yet.

He rolls his hips lazily into yours, nothing but the lewd squelching sounds of your bodies meeting and both yours and Suguru’s soft whimpers filling the air.

“I could live in your pussy forever,” he whispers, sliding his hand up to your throat and resting it there. He doesn’t squeeze, he never does but he knows you like the thrill of the idle threat.

You say nothing, eyes squeezed shut as you whine softly beneath him.

“Let me have you forever, baby,” he begs.

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed. It’s so easy to lose yourself in him, to give him all of you. He’ll consume you and in this moment, you’d let him.

“I can’t, Suguru.”

He cups your cheek in his hand as he continues his slow thrusts.

“I’ll take care of you. I swear.”

You know he’s close. He gets so needy when he is.

“I promise, baby,” he kisses your forehead, trailing kisses down the side of your face, your neck, back up to your lips. “You’ll never want for anything. I just need you with me. I miss you. I love you. Please .”

You can’t. You won’t. You’ve resisted him this whole time. You’ve fought the urge all this time. No contact, no communication.

And yet, Suguru still has your legs spread wide open as he buries himself to the hilt with each thrust.

The tears well up again. Because you know you’re done for. You were always done for when it came to him.

At the sight of fresh tears rolling down your cheeks, Suguru bends down, kissing them away. He has his answer, but he’ll wait for you to say it. Right now, he just needs this moment with you.

His hips pick up speed, his hand coming down to grip your hip so tightly you’re sure you’ll have a bruise there tomorrow. He thrusts into you deeply, grunting in pleasure at the feel of you getting tighter around him.

Suguru slides his hand around to your lower back, lifting your hips for a better angle as he slams into you. You cry out at the slight change in position, feeling him hitting deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“Suguru, please”, you whine, tugging his hair so his forehead comes down to meet yours. He groans at your breaths mingling as he pumps into you.

“Tell me what you want, baby. It’s yours. I’m yours. I’ll give you anything. Anything. Fucking anything –” He’s babbling now and you know he’s about to cum.

You let one hand slip from Suguru’s hair to slide down between your bodies. Your fingers find your clit and you rub in time with his thrusts. Suguru moans, eyes watching you play with yourself while he fucks into you.

“So fucking sexy. I never wanna leave this pussy. I swear. Fuck, baby. I love you. Come with me. Leave with me.”

The proposition startles you for all of two seconds before your orgasm shoots through you, a broken cry of his name ripping from your throat.

Suguru slams his lips against yours, smothering your cries as he pumps into you harder, faster. He pants loudly before he buries his face in your neck when he feels his cock pulse hard inside you, a guttural groan emerging from deep within his chest as hot spurts of cum fill you up.

You’re both trying to catch your breath, holding each other’s sweaty forms tightly. You don’t know how long you hold each other for. You only know that you must have drifted off to sleep shortly after because when you wake up, the room is about four degrees colder again and Suguru is halfway out the window.

You shoot up in your bed calling out to him. He turns to face you, the same lazy grin from earlier back on his face.

“Yes?” He says, tilting his head to the side curiously.

Even in the throes of passion, you know Suguru only speaks his truth. He never hides his feelings. Not now. Not ever. He had wanted you to go with him before, but you weren’t a murderer and you had lived a life before Suguru Geto that you were sure you could go back to.

Now you’ve lived life without Suguru Geto and you weren’t sure you wanted to spend the rest of your life living it without him.

You watch him for a moment as he sits perched on your windowsill, his hair blowing in the wind. He looks exactly like the type of monster they warn you about when you’re studying to be a sorcerer. But he’s your monster and you know him well enough to know that you really would never want for anything. You sit for awhile, wondering if what the fuck you’re about to do is smart. It fucking isn’t. You know it isn’t. You’re essentially signing your own death warrant, but…you can’t let him go. Not like this. Not ever.

So you wordlessly slide out from under the blankets, slip your clothes and shoes on and follow Suguru out the window.

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Silas asks #5

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mafia, yandere, isolation ... the normal stuff

In Intruder, would Silas still have been able to find the reader if she didn't look to see what was on the USB? (Perhaps she didn't know she had a foreign USB in her purse in the first place) You mentioned Silas could see her on the webcam, but I assumed that was because she used the USB on the computer. Also, if she didn't see the USB would Silas have taken it back without question or would he have still kidnapped the reader? Sorry for all the questions, I'm just curious hehe 😅

Hm, interesting question. I think that Silas would be able to find the USB one way or another, either through a tracker on it or hacking into surveillance cameras to follow her. He would most likely not be too interested in getting her, but would think of her when he leaves ... which means that he'll be back for her.

There's this meme on tiktok that goes "my blickyyyyyy upon the dresseeeerrrrr" it remind me so much of Silas who definitely is the type of dude with a gun in his dresser 🔫 🔫

I haven't seen that meme, but Silas would 100% keep a gun in his dresser! For uh "safety reasons". Not to keep you in the room no no

Do you think the reader would ever develop Stockholm syndrome with Silas?

I actually think so. He treats you well when you're obedient so if you don't try to escape and actually listen to what he says, he will be the most wonderful man you can ever get your hands on. And that's dangerous for your mental health because anyone would fall for that.

With that Broken reader x Silas fanfic Does the reader have a caretaker that had been helping them?

[fanfic?]

Oneshot it's basef off of (i think)

No, Silas doesn't want anyone to be close to you, escpecially not after what you've been trough. He's scared that you'll fall for someone else in your fragile state. He needs you to be reliant on him only. You're vulnerable, perfect for him to mold how he wants you to be.

LOVING SILAS SM MWAH MWAH MWAH LEMME KITH YOU omg but like.. 😳 what if he grows to lowkey miss gen z reader's remarks and jokes in the long run😶. like ok yeah big man got what he wanted😮‍💨🫥 but now reader doesnt laugh or smile anymore cause theyre lowkey highkey traumatized😁💧 ykwim????

[omg thank you for the kith hehe]

Then he'll try to bring it back! Silas thinks that you're a toy that he can break and bend to be how he wants you to be. Somehow you'll be back to normal, he just needs to figure out how. He'll regret breaking you down so badly and will do his best to crack your numb shell.

"I like it when you smile. Come on, baby, curse at me. You know you like that. Tell a joke, I'll laugh, I promise. No, you won't get punished, little thing."

The Valentine's day ask for Silas got me thinking, what if his s/of wanted to get job? (cause I can't just do nothing all day) And since I'm sure he wouldn't let us go somewhere, what if we asked for him to hire us? (Cause if he wouldn't we can start looking for a online job or a job where we could leave and come back without getting caught) We can basically do some clean up or just paperwork 🤔. Also sorry if my English is bad

He'd hate the thought of you working because he thinks that you should be doing things you liked, but if you really had to, he'd keep you in his office, right by his side, where you can go through some papers. Of course not the ones that could make you scared. If there are no papers for you to go through, he'll print fake ones, just so you'll have something to do. As long as he'd keep you occupied, you'd not complain about being bored or wanting to leave.

"Ah, how about a break? We should take a nap on the couch. We've been working so well, don't you think, little thing? Come here, baby, let me hold you."

Silas be like "I'm gonna torture you badly" I be like "I like that"🥴Chain me up in the basement for punishment? "oooh kinky"Psychological torture? "Hey how'd you know I like mind games?"Threaten friends and family? *Looks around sarcastically "where are they? I don't see them!" 🙃In conclusion, I identify as a chaotic neutral that cannot be contained. Go ahead, do your worst! It'll be fun~ >:3

You'd be Silas's nightmare.

Ok that was weird how would Silas react to a mc who was in awe about how rich he was and shocked when they arrive at his mansion?

[what was weird ...?]

He'd be shocked. He's been in defense mode to give you a fright, to scare you into obedience ... but you're not scared?

"If I live here? Uh yeah, i do ... what about it? You like it? Yeah, I guess it's nice. Do you really like it that much?"

Hello 👁🫦👁. I love all your stories and I'm trying to figure out how best to behave with Silas so that he doesn't lock me in the basement, but also doesn't break my mind or bones😭p.s. i love the yandere characters but even chatting with AI yanderes gives me bad endings

As long as you do as he says, (you stay in your room, doesn't complain too much, doesn't nag and demand him to be let out) he'll be pleased with you. He'll take you out for dinner and dates and be more patient with you. The more you demand of him, the less likely you'll get it and the quicker you'll end up in the basement. He wants to be treated as a human being, depsite all the bad things he's done to you :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere fics #yandere mafia #yandere stories #yandere talks #yandere oc x you #yandere headcanon #yandere reactions #yandere asks #yandere ocs x reader #yandere ocs #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #silas oc

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darkdevasofdestruction · 2 years

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Fluffy Domestic Relationship HCs ~ Nanami Kento

I’ve been feeling pretty depressed lately, so I thought - What would cheer me up a bit? Ah yes, Nanami Kento, one of the few characters that I would love to marry.

They’re a bit chaotic, but they’re all adorable asf~

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If Kento is in a committed relationship, whether you are a Jujutsu Sorcerer as well or not, he’ll have the both of you retire and gtf out of that field because the last thing he wants is for either of you to get hurt - Or worse, die - When you were at your happiest.

Hence why, the both of you took normal University studies in advance!

No matter whether you’re still studying, or you’re working, Kento will wake up before you and prepare you food and something to drink for your long work hours.

He can’t stand the idea of you not being well taken care of, and while he’s constantly sleep deprived and doesn’t always take care of himself, your well-being is above all else for him.

Would watch any movie, tv series, cartoon that you like - Literally anything, even if it’s not really your style, all because he loves having you rest your head on his chest and relaxing, snuggling to his side like a kitten so he can stroke your hair.

Doesn’t mind if you’re emotional at a movie - He will just hug you and let you cry in his arms and sob about how awfully sad what happened was, and by the end of it, he will just say “If you don’t want that to happen, then it didn’t. It ended how you wanted it to end.” and so on, but more in touch with the plot of what you watched.

Loves it if you tie his tie - And if you don’t know how to do it, he would show it to you once, then would guide your hands, slowly and gently, explaining every step, just so you can have that kind of intimacy with you.

Absolutely loves going on dates with you at small cafes or tea houses - The soothing smell of a fresh beverage, calm music, a chill atmosphere, an intimate and small table somewhere near the corner or next to a window and just relaxing together and basking in each other’s presence.

Has the softest, most loving smile whenever he sees you, and you can literally see that gentle love sparkling in his eyes - It makes your knees weak and you can’t help but swoon.

Doesn’t use many nicknames with you, preferring to call you by your name because he loves you so much, it’s unreal.

When he does use nicknames, though... “My love”, “My darling”, “Angel”, “Honey”... And adding his low, suave voice, whispering into your ear... Well, you melt on the spot.

Always tells you to text him whenever you got to work, home or to whatever destination, if you’re alone, afraid that somehow, some curse would attack you and he wouldn’t be there to protect you - It eats him alive, but he hardly ever expresses that fear.

Though, on more vulnerable night, he’d hold you to his chest, just happy that you’re alive, and still there, with him, and would express how much he loves you and how afraid he is of losing you.

Would love to have a dog with you - I think something like a Golden Retriever, but any kind of dog is very much welcomed.

If you’re not at home, he would go and sleep on the couch with the dog, but if you ARE home... Well, he won’t be cuddling you anymore, but the dog will be between the two of you.

Insists to being the one going on walks with the dog because he gets so attached to it - And sorry, but the dog would love him the most too.

Literally works so that he has enough money to buy you things that you love, but don’t want to spend money on, because they’re too expensive - All kinds of gifts like clothes and accessories, you name it, he will go to the shop (prefers that, rather than ordering online because he can feel the material and properly see the shades).

Of course, you need to do a catwalk in those clothes - Even if those clothes are actually lingerie. 100% quality silk lingerie.

But above all else, he wants to go on trips with you because he loves to be away from work and anything that stresses him, so being somewhere far away (from Gojo) only with you, visiting beautiful places, wearing traditional clothes, taking couple pictures together -

Yeah, that’s why he works so hard all the time.

Oh, by the way -

He started buying only high quality shirts because he caught you wearing one at some point and thought you looked adorable, so he wants you to feel comfortable in his clothes, if you ever want to wear them. (He saw how fashionable oversized shirts are, so if you like that, why not? He’s pretty smug about it, tho)

If you don’t have who to go with, he would agree to go to concerts, even if he doesn’t have a clue about the band, or isn’t a fan of it, because he doesn’t want you to go alone if it makes you uncomfortable, or would deny yourself in fear of being alone.

Can’t function properly without at least one kiss from you.

Is a fan of chill video games (after you got him into games) like Hidden Objects or Zuma/Luxor, but the former, he would play with you mostly, because he likes enjoying the plot with you, and you project the game on the big plasma TV to see those damn hiding objects better.

When he’s super tired, he loves to lay back with his head on your lap and just relax, feeling your fingers caress his hair so soothingly, so lovingly, he feels in Nirvana, especially if you place a small kiss on his forehead.

I lied, Kento’s biggest fear is Gojo finding out about you - Which happens pretty early on in the relationship.

Not only is Gojo teasing the hell out of him, but he also randomly steals you away to tell you embarrassing stories and show you old pics of Ken knowing very well that you would go home to him and giggle like a little kid.

Tries even setting up traps to keep that silver haired freak away from you, but deep inside, he knows it’s no use, and he has to suffer from eternal shame because of him.

He’s a fantastic listener, even if he isn’t trying to - So basically, he’s up to date with all the gossip, to the point that he’s saying “No, not X, that bitch.” in the most done with life and cynical way possible, he would chime in with advice or retorts on how awful some people are.

#nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento imagine #nanami kento headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk #jjk imagine #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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reading your (amazing) writings got me thinking about like, a fuckboy/playboy(? im sorry idk the gn word for this? slut maybe lmao?) yandere who’s rich, doesn’t even need to study, always gets to any party where they can get some action. they never had a romantic relationship before bc they thought it was just stupid and unnecessary foreplay. basically everyone is either horny for them or hate them.

so imagine their surprise when they see their (future) darling staring at them while they were talking to their friends. yan thinks they’re cute enough and talks to them, starts flirting their darling up and when they ask what darling finds attractive about them they start listing things like “your smile, its really pretty” or “you’re so smart, and you’re fun to be around” instead of something about how their body looks sexy or some shit they always get instead.

this leads to confusion, because someone never acted like this for yan before. how were they supposed to react? that moment was when their heart truly skipped a beat because of someones words, their darlings words felt so warm and genuine it made them shiver.

id also like to think theyd have a huuuuugeeee ego, also really possessive. but once they get close to their darling or just see them they turn into a golden retriever type, ready to do anything and everything, kill anyone and everyone for you.

sorry if its not comprehensive its 3 am, i dont have my glasses on and im just really excited after reading ur writings 🧍‍♂️

broski. i love this.

just an absolute player (i think???) of a yandere and uber rich (LOVE yanderes with money) and a massive slut

one night stands every night, always getting their ego stroked, always sexualizing themselves and others and then they meet... you <3 you compliment their smile, their laugh, the things they say, everything and it makes them completely fall for you and when you refuse to have sex with them because theyre obviously drunk and well, you're an ethical person, that just makes them want you more.

finding you is easy, throw enough money at a problem and itll solve itself. and being a rich socialite is hard and they completely lack in the 'social' part so they just.. show up. work, school, where ever and follow you around, questioning you and if anyone makes you do something, the brattiness comes out.

"y/n! you were suppose to finish this ages ago! would you please stop talking to your friend and get to work on this? c'mon! we can't keep letting you slack off!"

"ah, sorr-"

"no, no, who is this? who are you? you know what, i dont care, you are no longer important to me, leave." they make a shooing motion, turning back to you with a smile. "you wanna go shopping? have lunch? travel? anything you want, its on m-"

"hey! you cant just ignore me! im gonna have to ask you to le-"

the yandere turns around, standing at their full height to properly glare at your boss/teacher. "cut me off again and i will cut out your tongue." they snap their fingers, summoning the person thats always following them around. "escort whoever the fuck this is out, im talking to someone and theyre being a bitch."

as the curses and yells of your boss/teacher rapidly fade, the yandere turns back to you, grinning. "so! did you decide yet?"

ohhh, i hope you love getting spoiled because this socialite will do it constantly. food, jewelry, perfume, clothes, companies, electronics, anything you want? its yours as long as you keep giggling when they say stupid shit.

and just imagine how cute they look when they see you! beaming, glowing with love, desperately trying to impress you all of the time, just so so cute! and if you praise them, i can already see them struggling to hide their moans of pleasure and spend the rest of the day on cloud nine

if you work, theyll get you fired so you can spend all your time with them. if you go to school, theyll get enrolled to or enroll you in online classes and you will rarely spend a moment without them at your side, willing to do absolutely anything for you.

now, i dont think this yandere would be possessive like others! they demand others to praise you, to compliment you, acknowledge you constantly and appreciate your beauty but one wrong comment and theyre tied up in a guest house, being hunted like a drugged up tiger. they post pictures of you near constantly, showing off how amazing you are, forcing everyone to basically bow to your feet and yeah, they get a bit culty with it sometimes but hey! it could be worse!

#socialite yandere #yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you

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Do you know about the Marchil h-doujin, just called "Marchil Meshi"? (Dunno wether you're comfortable about adult content regarding the ship. If not, sorry and feel free to ignore).

Imagine my surprise… When a few months ago, I was looking up places to buy doujins for dunmeshi online bc of that new-ish laimar (sfw) doujin and I find, many many nsfw ones bUT AMONGST THE HORDE… MARCHIL MESHI. I ate it up. It’s a lil iconic to me ngl, I quote it in my head sometimes. Marcille angrily gesturing always gets me cackling. It honestly has no business being this good, it was made pretty early on in the story so many years ago, and STILL! So in character, and honestly so funny, AND no weird business either. Like listen, I scour the internet, looking for any marchil content, any marchil content at all… And find a dry af desert, no life here, literally jackshit nothing. Only Pixiv has some afaik but the nsfw is def… Hm. 😔 (2 fics tagged chirumaru on there btw!! That aren’t mine lol) Thank you marchil meshi author if I had to pick 1 piece of marchil nsfw to exist I’d choose this one (honestly that’s already so close to reality lol) Thank u Asaki Takayuki I owe u my life. I like zines but I’ve never bought doujins before so it didn’t cross my mind, but dunmeshi is taking a lot of my first times in fandom engagement and I bought said laimar doujin just the other day hehe

I do want to keep my blog generally sfw but yes I’m 100% cheering on nsfw marchil content from the shadows, glad that ao3’s finally getting some too. I hope that fic writer makes more… Tallman Chil is so so good but I hope they also do some more general premises, which the end notes on that one do make me hopeful 👀 I want more marchil writers in general. More marchil fanartists. Sfw nsfw idk I need to be fed 😭 (<- This post was drafted before that new marchil smut fic WOOHOO. So much new marchil content this week!!)

Oh while I’m here, I find this so funny/odd, but in japanese fandom ship names are simply the beginning of each name smushed together, like marchil or chilmar. The order of the names is that the first one is the "top"… Idk how jp fandoms live without switches but aight, but in m/f ships this means that typically the man is the first half of the ship name right. WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT marchil is so much more used than chilmar lmaoo. Even more stats: On Pixiv, the tag marchil had all the artworks, but the chilmar tag had all the fics. Ain’t that wack to think about. Anyways marchil or chilmar idc you go guys

Sighh thinking about them. They are so "I beg your pardon??!" "Then beg", "Fuck you!" "Fuck me yourself you coward"… Forget stamens and pistils, Chil is the cursed "You see, there are keys and there are locks…"

More under cut since I don’t get to talk about this often, screenshots and hcs for horny time

^ said panel that lives rent free in my head and makes me giggle. I wish I’d just put the whole page here it’s my fave but nahh go find it yourself

Why are they like this. Like what is thatttt

I need to stop collecting these I’m making myself feel insane (thank you fic writer for that last one I’d never noticed but omg)

Alright hc time what was I gonna talk about… Ah yes ah yes. I def think Chil is a pest, he’s horny and he wants sex and is flagrant about it, but also we know that he stayed faithful for 4 years without getting any, I feel like realistically the relationship sex wise would 100% be on Marcille’s pace. And this is the fun part, bc would Marcille be very eager? Would she want to do the romance book correct™️ route and that means no tapping until marriage, or he needs to court her all princely first? I hc that elves have a much lower libido than humans because of the whole long af lifespan thing, it’d be kinda funny if Marcille was like "Let’s take things slow… 🥺" aka first base achieved after two years of being together lol

But seee that’s the thing too bc Marcille is so afraid of loss she might rush through things as well, she very well could like, jump on him right after confessing. Is Chilchuck kind of a shithead or is he very gentlemanly and romantic, wanting to do it right and treat her well? They are such a blank canvas of sexual chemistry listen LISTENNN there are just so so many ways you can go with them they are so special. God the banter… They cannot stop bantering for a second I swear So many kinks they could fit… I like uhh praise kink for him and for her… Idk she just really loves him and the emotional adoration is what’s at the core of her enjoying it all so like, loving Chilchuck kink, which turns out those two really match together 🫶 He makes her sing and ummm um you see where this goes. They are so grossly in love and into each other

They are so domestic. I hate them

#Followers you now know about the existence of this you’re welcome #Marchil #Sorry for taking a week to answer this ask. I have so many to get back to aaa sorry everyone #There’s never a perfect time to drop bomb posts like these gdvdgd #Fumi rambles #the opening line of this post is a quote of Amanda’s iconic rant about PLA sneasler in my heart #No one can reblog this post it shall be framed in shame on my blog only /j

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your-world-with-nct · 8 months

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polaroid love | njm (2)

TWO — 1, 2, 3, 📸

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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. dreamies + enhypen 02z)

GENRE | fluff, angst, college au

WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing, stem student slander, inaccurate photography terminology

WORD COUNT | 3.5k

SUMMARY | inspired by enhypen’s ‘polaroid love’ — in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he can’t get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesn’t have to be so complicated to succeed.

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HEADER KEY | • REC -> a character’s point of view | ■ GALLERY -> a flashback from that character’s point of view

Y/N CAM • REC

“thanks for agreeing to come so last minute,” jake smiled, fiddling with the straps of his camera bag as you walked side by side to the film and media building.

“oh, it’s no problem,” you naturally mirrored his grin, “how come hoon couldn’t make it though?”

“ah, he forgot his sister was performing at her school’s dance festival tonight, his parents came and picked him up before,” he explained, his steps slowing down as he checked the time on his phone.

you glanced over at your best friend and matched his new pace, “please, i was gonna say, when would park sunghoon ever pass up the chance to be your model?”

“that’s true, the man’s in love with his own beauty,” jake cupped his face with his hand, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the way he mocked your friend. “y’know as his photographer, his confidence is so helpful when i’m shooting, but as his friend? it makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.”

you threw your head back in laughter, placing a hand on jake’s arm to steady yourself, “should i be worried for my shoot then or…?”

“absolutely not, y/n, you could never annoy me to that extent,” he reached to grab your hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. his touch lingered on yours for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and let go.

“wow, i’m flattered,” you paused to let three eager film students and their bulky equipment get past you, “also, i was thinking we could go get dinner after this. i’ll pay, since you did last time—take it as an apology for being embarrassing in front of your friend last week.”

jake winced at the memory of you rushing him and interrupting his conversation with jaemin, “well, apology accepted, do i get to choose where?”

“sure! uh, within a reasonable price range though,” you quickly added, remembering the many packages that were on their way from nights of (un)necessary online shopping.

“hmmm, i’m craving meat… can we go to that korean barbeque place with the turtle-shell grills? i love it there!” the boy was practically jumping up and down in excitement, and you knew you could never say no to him.

“sounds good, jakey! y’know my wallet happens to love it there too, they have a student discount,” you nudged him with your elbow, ending up accidentally winding him in the process.

muttering a few ‘sorry’s and gently rubbing the spot you’d hit a little too hard, jake opened the door to the studio eunjin had told them to meet in. as you laid eyes on a room of unfamiliar people, you subconsciously stuck closer to the only person you knew, bowing to eunjin just as jake had done, and following him to a spot where someone you thought you recognised was beckoning him over to.

“over here, jake!” the boy with the honey-brown hair waved, a pretty smile on his face that you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of.

“jaemin hyung! you know y/n, right?” jake nodded towards you, and you took that as a sign to detach yourself from his side, waving at the two older boys.

“ahh yes, i remember,” jaemin waved back, and gesturing next to him, he introduced his friend, “oh, and this is haechan.”

“the haechan that convinced your mutual friend that your name was ‘daeman’ for three months?” jake’s jaw fell open, recalling one of the many stories jaemin had told him about his best friends and housemates.

“yup, the man, the myth, the legend himself,” jaemin rolled his eyes at haechan’s announcement. “pleased to meet you both,” he took a dramatic bow, his humorous actions melting your nerves, “i’ve heard a lot about you!”

“lee haechan!” jaemin gritted his teeth at his friend, his eyes widening in shock and embarrassment, “haha… what he meant by that was, uh, i, um, i sometimes tell the guys about what happens at photography club and you’re usually in those stories, jake.”

“wow, i’m honoured to be the main character of your stories, hyung,” jake proudly put a hand on his chest, “ah, that’s right, do you know why eunjin noona asked us to bring someone with us today?”

before jaemin could even answer, eunjin called for the room’s attention, “good afternoon, everyone! for those of you who came as models today, thank you and a warm welcome to you all. my name is kang eunjin and i’m the president of the photography club. i’ll be leading today’s session, where we’ll be taking photos for split-personality portraits. however, i don’t expect the models to be dressed for a split-personality look, instead, you will be paired with another photographer and model.”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw jake glance over at jaemin, tilting his head as if to ask him if he wanted to partner up, to which he was met with a nod and an eager thumbs up.

“next week, using the photos from the two models, you’ll be editing those photos to create a split-personality portrait containing each model. i recommend you choose someone who has a similar style to you, but what you decide to do with your models will be completely up to the two of you. you can create as much of a contrast between them as possible, or make them appear as similar as possible, whatever you’d like. we have enough backdrops set up so that none of the groups have to share. you have an hour so, go wild, and don’t forget, you can come to me if you have any questions!” eunjin concluded, as everyone hurried to find partners that they were satisfied with.

meanwhile, your little group had already decided for themselves, claiming the white backdrop you’d been lingering by for the past few minutes.

you watched as jaemin and jake set up the lighting and discussed their ideas for the shoot whilst you stood to the side, checking your face in your phone’s camera to ensure you looked, at the very least, decent.

“sorry if i was a bit much before,” haechan popped up behind you, making you jump. “my friends always tell me to tone it down when i’m meeting new people but, well, i can’t help but let my natural charm shine through.”

you laughed, his interesting sense of humour and overflowing self-confidence reminded you of your friend sunghoon, and the familiarity made you feel more comfortable, “that’s okay, sunbae, it definitely helped me feel less nervous, since i don’t really know anyone here except from jake.”

“no problem but, hey, none of that sunbae stuff,” he shook his head, “you can just call me haechan. i know i’m a fourth year and all but it just… it makes me feel ancient.”

“okay then, haechan,” you felt much more at ease speaking casually, “what’s your major? i’m a philosophy major, second year.”

“ooh, philosophy! i have a friend who’s doing his masters in philosophy. i double major in business and psychology, since i wanna go into consumerist psychology after graduating.”

“woah, that sounds so cool– oh, um, i think you’re, uh, needed,” you tapped his shoulder and pointed at jaemin, who currently had his arms crossed and lips pursed, sending glares at the chatty haechan.

“well, thank you, y/n! i was starting to think he was deaf or something,” jaemin stuck his tongue out at his friend, who was mocking him in a high-pitched voice as he made his way over to the backdrop.

you tried to hold back your laugh at their immature antics, covering your mouth with your hand. who would’ve thought that those two were older than you, let alone grown adults.

the childish bickering didn’t last long though; as soon as haechan had the lens pointed at him, his professionalism settled in and, if you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought he was actually a model.

your gaze, however, quickly drifted away from him and landed on the man behind the camera. you couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was just something so charming about the way jaemin calmly led the shoot, instructing haechan on how to pose and adjusting the light to various angles to capture the perfect shots.

he looked just as enchanting, if not more, with a serious, concentrated expression on his face instead of a beaming grin, as he monitored his progress and shared his results with his partner.

“hey, jake, i know i’m sending haechan’s photos to you anyway, but i think it would be good if you got some shots of your own in, they’ll look more consistent and it’ll make it easier for you when you’re editing,” jaemin stepped back, encouraging jake to take his place.

“okay, sounds good, we’ll start y/n’s shots in a bit then,” you snapped out of your daze when you heard your name, giving your best friend a nod of understanding, even though you had no idea what he was talking about.

“sorry for keeping you waiting for so long,” the last thing you expected was the boy you’d been staring at for the past fifteen minutes to appear next to you. “i’m a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to this stuff,” he let out a breathy laugh, drumming his fingers on top of his camera.

you placed a hand on your chest to calm your rapid heartbeat–caused by the shock of jaemin’s unexpected presence, or maybe by jaemin himself; let’s just say it was both.

“oh, no worries, i actually enjoyed watching you… photograph! it was nice watching you, uh, work, yeah!” your little slip-up made you want to bash your head into a brick wall.

“i mean, i don’t know much about photography, but you looked like a real professional back there,” you said in an attempt to revive the conversation.

your compliment brought a shy smile to his face, “thank you, but i’m no expert, i just like taking photos for fun.”

“who said you can’t be an expert at something you do for fun? it’s not like those things are… oh, what’s the word! they’re not, they’re not, uhh—”

“mutually exclusive?” jaemin knew he had gotten exactly what you meant by the way your mouth fell open slightly and you nodded at him.

“yes, that! of course you knew, you’re a stem major, right?” you vaguely remembered jake mentioning how they had bonded over photography being their creative escape.

“yikes, is it that obvious? it’s not the eyebags, is it? i promise it’s not because of the heavy workload, it’s just ‘cause i have an awful habit of having coffee at night. jeno’s trying to help me limit it to the mornings but— i-i’m so sorry, i’m rambling, aren’t i?” jaemin’s lively speech came to an end as he forced a laugh to cover up his embarrassment.

his shyness from before quickly returned, but you had to admit, you liked his chattiness, and you didn’t want him to stop any time soon. it was almost… cute?

you shook your head lightly, as if that would physically rid yourself of the thought, “it’s okay! i’m usually the one that’s doing the rambling so i don’t mind at all. plus, i only know you do medicine because jake told me that his brother was in the same biochem class as you last year.”

“ahh, that’s right,” the older boy sighed, “i’m guessing you’re an arts major, then?”

“humanities, actually. i do philosophy, which some people think is a social science but i personally don’t think it really fits, even though it has its links in psychology, and i guess sociology too if we’re talking about—” you brought your hand up to your mouth to stop yourself before you went any further, “haha, y-you don’t need to know all that. sorry, this is exactly what i meant before.”

“no, no, it’s fine!” jaemin reassured you, that pretty smile was back on his face, “oh, that reminds me, i was meaning to ask if you would mind giving me your number before, so i could send you the pictures we take today.”

it took you a moment to register what he had said, but once you did, you didn’t waste any time. “o-of course, yeah, that’s fine! i’ll even give you my socials while we’re at it,” you took his phone that he held out to you and typed in your number.

“just out of curiosity, how exactly did me going on about my major remind you to get my number? if anything, if i were you, i would’ve been put off of asking.”

jaemin let out a giggle, taking his phone back from you, “well, after you apologised, i was thinking, if you were ever desperate to have a long rant but had nobody to rant to, i wouldn’t mind being the one to listen to that—after all, i met you properly like, what, not even an hour ago? but you’ve already heard about my housemates and my crippling caffeine addiction, if you were anyone else, i can’t guarantee i would’ve even spoken.”

you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat when you heard jaemin’s answer, “oh, you’re so sweet, and, hey, same goes for you. you can ramble to me about anything, just promise me you won’t block me if i spam you too much?”

“yes, as long as you don’t block me if i text you at ungodly hours of the night.”

he laughed as he intertwined his pinky with yours, the sudden warmth of his touch had your breath hitching at the back of your throat. it took a moment for you to regain your composure, and when he eventually responded, you could barely hear him over the deafening thumping of your heart.

“of course—”

“ahem, miss y/n!” jake’s loud cough brought your attention to him, reminding you that you weren’t in fact in a world of your own with jaemin, but a studio instead, “get here now or you’re losing your instagram photographer privileges.”

you were immediately distracted from your best friend’s empty threat when you felt jaemin press his thumb pad against yours, locking your promise. he leaned closer to you, lowering his voice slightly, “you should go, if jake keeps his word and you ever need a photographer for your instagram pics, you have my number,” he flashed a smile at you as he let go of your hand, gesturing for you to join your impatient friend.

even as you positioned yourself against the backdrop, you couldn’t take your eyes off of jaemin, nor forget the way his hand felt against yours.

JAKE CAM • REC

jake clicked through the shots he’d taken, his eyes flitting between the screen and your face, checking for your approval, “y’know, if you’re happy with these, then we don’t need to do any more, i’ve got enough pictures to choose from.”

you nodded, satisfied with your photos, “yup, they’re all good! not that i expected anything less from you, jakey. does that mean we’re done then?”

the boy felt the warmth rush to his cheeks at your compliment, hiding his reddening face by immersing himself with the settings of his camera. he cleared his throat before answering, “i-i mean, i’ve got all that i need but, hey, jaemin hyung, do you wanna get a few pics too?”

“oh, yeah,” jaemin was already picking up his camera and reaching to adjust the lighting after jake’s reminder, “don’t worry, y/n, i won’t keep you too long.”

you giggled, making your way back over to your spot by the backdrop, “it’s fine, you don’t mind waiting, right, jake?”

he looked up from his camera, nodding, “course not, i’ll start putting my stuff away now so i don’t end up being the victim of your hangry rage again.”

your jaw dropped at your best friend’s not-so-subtle dig, “hey, watch your mouth, unless you wanna pay for your own food later.”

even when you were trying to be intimidating, jake couldn’t help but find you cute, his teasing scowl dissolving into a wide grin when you furrowed your eyebrows and glared at him, “sorry, sorry!”

“you better be!” he heard you say as he went to return the lighting gels he’d used, sneaking a few glances at you every now and then to check how you were doing with jaemin.

“oh, you’re done already?” haechan said out of the blue, shocking jake to the point where he almost dropped his camera.

“hyung! ah, you scared me,” the younger boy steadied himself and placed his camera in its bag before he could do any damage.

“damn, that’s the second time that’s happened today, am i that scary? or was i just that quiet?” haechan asked, more to himself than to jake.

“no, no, i just get spooked easily. trust me, my friends love taking advantage of that,” he chuckled, “but yeah, we finished already, jaemin hyung’s just getting a few photos of y/n as well.”

“oh, okay, that was quick, you two must work well together, huh?” haechan looked down at the time on his phone, and then at you in front of the backdrop, following the poses that he’d been doing before.

jake followed his gaze, a smile naturally making its way onto his face, “yeah, i’ve been using her for my photos since high school, so i guess she’s just gotten used to what to do by now.”

“ah, i was watching you guys take pictures before and you just seemed to work so well together. that, plus how you were teasing each other, had me wondering whether you were, y’know, together,” haechan shifted his focus back onto jake, his eyes widening out of curiosity.

“oh, uhh, t-together, as in like–”

“like, are you and y/n dating?”

jake’s face fell as soon as the question came out of haechan’s mouth. of course he knew what he meant by ‘together’, he just didn’t want to believe it was what he thought. it wasn’t like he’d never heard the question before—in fact, he’d been asked that countless times—but, my god, did he hate it.

noticing jake’s uneasy expression, haechan was quick to apologise, “oh, was that too far? i’m sorry, i-i was just being nosy, i didn’t realise it would make you feel uncomfortable–”

“no, it’s okay, i was just… surprised is all,” jake tried to cover his discomfort with a smile, eyes darting around the room to look at anything but you.

now, it wasn’t the question itself that jake despised; if he was being honest, he secretly loved the assumption that you and him were dating. what he hated was the answer—the fact that the answer wasn’t yes.

“no, w-we’re not together,” jake mumbled, wincing as he spoke the words that shattered his heart.

“sorry, what did you say? your club president was yelling something, i couldn’t hear you properly,” haechan leaned closer to him in an attempt to block out eunjin’s voice.

“we’re… not together,” jake said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the lump in his throat.

“oh…” haechan replied. his lacklustre response was followed by a few beats of awkward silence before he properly reacted, “well, that’s great!”

jake’s head snapped up, confused at his unexpectedly positive reaction, “wh-what?”

“yeah!” haechan enthusiastically nodded. “i was just checking because, and you didn’t hear this from me, but,” he lowered his voice, subtly gesturing towards you and jaemin.

“someone has taken an interest in y/n and wanted to know whether or not he had a chance with her before he went ahead and made a move.”

all jake could do was let out a quiet “really?”, too focused on the fact that the broken pieces of his fragile heart had just been stomped on and destroyed.

“mhm, so, just making sure, you guys definitely aren’t together, right?” haechan asked for confirmation, “oh, and she isn’t with anyone else, is she? there’s nobody else she’s interested in or involved with right now?”

for a moment, jake considered saying yes–yes, there was someone else for you, someone you’d known and loved for years, someone who just didn’t know it yet. it was just one little white lie, right?

but, would it really be worth it? would robbing you of the chance to be with a kind and caring partner who would cherish you and treat you right be worth a few more months of silent, aching pining? it would hurt him to see you with someone else, but his feelings had no right getting in the way of your happiness. your love life wasn’t his to control, and he loved you too much to sabotage you like that.

taking a deep breath, jake faced haechan with a much more sincere smile, “no, there’s nobody jaemin hyung needs to worry about, and i’m happy to, y’know, help him out with y/n if he needs it.”

his eyes drifted over to you, huddled over jaemin’s camera, laughing at whatever he’d just said. jake felt his heart swell at the sight–even if he wasn’t the one behind that beautiful smile of yours, he was content knowing the person that was was someone he trusted and knew would make you happy.

“really? thanks, man, i know jaem will really appreciate it,” haechan’s voice drew jake out of his distracted daze.

“of course,” he answered, his focus on you unwavering, “anything for y/n.”

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Mystery Solved

Al Rothstein (DCEU) x Reader

A/N: Not me churning this out almost after Black Adam because I think his character is so endearing? Feedback greatly appreciated for my first character fic!

Genre: PG-13, one curse word.

Notes: You finally meet your new mystery friend with a few hiccups along the way.

So. When can I get to see you?

You fingers hover inches above your phone, unsure of what to type to IamAS - aka your online friend that you made at the start of your final year in college.

Hm… I don’t know… I would really like to meet you too but school and work is messing me up real good. Sorry :(

You hit the send button, hoping that whoever was behind the username wouldn’t get too offended. At least you were being completely truthful.

Ah… that’s ok. I have commitments too. Totally understand. How about mid term break? Doesn’t have to be for long. We could go grab a bite or something.

Biting the edge of your lip, you gave it deep thought. Not that they gave you any trouble. In fact, they were absolutely respectful of your boundaries and didn’t rush you in revealing things about yourself.

All that you knew about them was that they were attending the same school as you were. And, they were a huge emotional support whether was it school or work troubles. Whoever it was, they seemed genuinely sweet.

It wouldn’t hurt to try right?

You fire a message off to your mystery friend before heading to class.

Sure. Four fingers - the one beside Connaught Drive. 5pm. >< wear your collegiate jacket!

***

You slip into the booth, tapping your fingers rhythmically. It wasn’t a lie to say that you were downright nervous.

What if they turned out differently from your expectations? Maybe it would be one of the annoying Chads in your tutorials who never paid attention in class. Or the annoyingly popular girl who seemed to have it all?

It sounded cliche, but you were entitled to let your mind run wild.

As your mind wandered to what kind of sauce you wanted to get on your chicken wings, a loud commotion was going on outside the shop. Curious like other patrons, you decided to crane your neck for a better look.

“Help!!!” A young girl no more than the age of 10 was screaming as a man attempts to drag her away. “Someone please help me! He’s not my father!”

You couldn’t believe that no one was helping even after that revelation. Everyone thought it was simply just a belligerent child. Seeing her tear stricken face, you simply couldn’t just ignore it. Bolting out of the shop, you ran towards the duo, ready to give a piece of your mind.

“Hey buddy! Why not you lay your hands of her?” A voice pipes from behind you.

“None of your fucking business asshole.” The man in a dodgy getup sneered at the newcomer… in the same college jacket. Could it be?

“Been called worse.” He shrugs. “We can always talk things out.”

The potential kidnapper raised a flick knife, raising it towards him. “You want to act tough? Fine. I’ll give it to you then!”

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”

Before you know it, the kidnapper was slammed to the ground by same college guy, writhing in pain. He turns to you, giving a boyish grin.

“I’m Albert Rothstein but you can call me Al. We’re supposed to have chicken together later. Hey, do you think you could wait for a few moments while I call the police to take this creep away?”

You nod dumbly, still trying to process what you just witness. Once you made sure the girl was ok, you went back to the same booth in the shop, waiting for Al. He arrives shortly after, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry about that. Uh… didn’t expect that to happen.”

“Oh! That’s alright.” You waved his apology away. “That was quite something back there.”

“That? Earlier?” Al laughs nervously. “I guess self-defense training from my uncle really paid off.”

“Ah, I see.” You nodded your head. His explanation made sense, but there was still something unreal about how quickly he took him down. “Um.. haven’t I seen you somewhere before?"

Al sips from the soda cup nonchalantly. "Can't say you have."

The door to the exit slides open, making way for 3 individuals that you would have easily identified from a mile away ever since watching their battles in Khandaq.

"Al!" The middle of the trio marches up to your table with an older man and a girl strolling serenely behind their leader. Al chokes on his soda upon the sight, taking a moment to recover.

"Where have you been? Maxine's been trying to call you. We've got another rogue metahuman on the loose" It seemed like the man hadn't seen you yet.

Feeling a pair of steely eyes on you, you find yourself staring at an elegantly dressed man, holding a golden helmet in one arm.

"Leave them be Carter," he chuckles, a twinkle in his eye. "Al's simply enjoying his youth." The girl beside him smirks. It was only then, the second man turns around to face you. A moment of confusion soon turns into realization.

"Oh, I see. The man was too busy to give us a heads-up about his date!"

"No, it's not a..." By now, Al had gone positively tomato at the ruckus his team was making as well as the attention of every patron in the shop. "Ok! Fine, I'll go! Can you please just wait for me outside?"

With a series of mumblings, the trio heads back out, awkwardly standing in the middle of the street.

"I'm so sorry about that..."

"You're from the Justice Society." You whispered.

"Yeah, um... that's not something I really want to advertise you know." Al stammers. "I mean you're a great person and I have nothing against you, in fact, I really like you, and- oh god what am I saying? What I meant is-"

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." You grabbed his hand in yours. "I can do a rain check on this. Go save the world - Atom Smasher."

Al gives your hand a squeeze, before grabbing his things to meet the rest of them outside.

"I'll see you around!" He yells back, disappearing with a flash of golden light.

***

Epilogue

"So... a date huh?" The leader smacks Al in the back, causing the youngest to groan in pain.

"Would you please!” Al was grateful that his mask was still on.

"I'm just saying!" Hawkman raises both his hands up in defense. "I'm glad you kids are getting to experience the normal life you know?"

“He’s right.” Kent Nelson removes his helmet, placing it aside. “I still remember my days with Inza. It only seemed like it was just yesterday.”

Cruiser parked, the team ambles into the main hall of Hawkman’s Residence. The bell rings.

“Pull out side camera.” Carter commands, showing a screen of you waiting nervously with a bag of chicken and five cups of soda in your hands. Al could feel all eyes staring at him cheekily.

“Uh… hi! I’m here to see Al?”

“He’s right here!” Maxine happily sits beside Carter, waving a friendly hello to the camera. Amused, Carter presses a button to the door.

“Come on in. He’ll take a while to clean up. Meanwhile we can have a little chat.”

Al’s eyes widen, realizing where his team was going with this. “Oh, no you don’t! I know I’m the newbie but don’t screw this up for me!”

Carter nods to his old friend who puts his helmet back on. Moving towards Al, the Doctor teleports him to somewhere else in the giant residence just as you opened the door.

“Hey! Hope you guys are hungry.”

“Always have room for chicken.” Maxine skips over, taking the bags from your hands.

“Um… where’s Al?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Carter replies a little too smoothly. Just at this moment, a loud crash could be heard from the gardens and you see two large blue legs running towards the main building.

“How about we take this inside?” Carter leads you into the dining area with Maxine following behind, attempting to suppress their giggles. You shrug, taking your belongings with you.

Looks like Al would take a while.

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qetalos · 9 months

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enchanted | 제이크

ー🎮 🕹️

"all I can say is it was enchanting to meet you, sim jaeyun"

p: non idol!Jake and non idol!female oc

warnings! cursing, angst, "we couldn't be anything and you still broke me", reader is called Choi Areum. This one shot is based on the backstory of Enchanted by Taylor Swift, extracts of it's lyrics are included. Kind of open but closed ending? It didn't end well for them so idk you see what your mind wants to choose ;)

note: this is dedicated to the loml Maty, Ilysm 🤍

At the beginning I thought of this as a long series but it turned out being an angsty one shot, enjoy 🫶🏻

"this was the very first page"

It all started when I was bored while scrolling on Tik Tok oh how i wish i never was bored back then and saw a video in which they left a link for people to join a discord server to talk and make video calls just to lose the time and make new friends. I thought about it and decided to join, at first I didn't feel comfortable there. It was all new for me as I didn't know anyone there, until a certain someone noticed my user name on the chat, saying that I had joined the server and now was part of it. I still remember the user "jkesimm_", he noticed me there.

Jkesimm_: Hey! arqmizz you're new in the server?

Arqmizz: haha, yes I am

Jkesimm_: Oh nice, let's talk on priv!

He sounds nice, I thought to myself. I received a text and saw it was him, I quickly replied.

Jkesimm_: Hey! It's me from the discord server!

Arqmizz: Hi! Thank you for noticing me... It was wild in there...

Jkesimm_: I know! I'm glad I could at least find someone

Arqmizz: Have you been there for a long time?

Jkesimm_: Ah yes, but sadly I didn't get to talk to much people, honestly.. 🥲

They're all busy talking between them that they don't notice new people there!

Arqmizz: oh really? Well I'm glad that we could get together between that mess 😭

Jkesimm_: ikr!! You sound really nice although it's the first time we talk haha

Arqmizz: lmao 😭 it's okay you sound nice too!

Jkesimm_: sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but may I know your name? If you don't wanna tell me it's okay !!

Arqmizz: Oh, it's okay

You can call me Areum! What's your name?

Jkesimm_: it's pretty obvious from my user but you can call me Jake. Pretty name, Areum 🫢

Arqmizz: haha thank you Jake!

"The playful conversations start"

And that was our first conversation, we could go hours just of talking and joking. He was really nice indeed. We started doing audio calls too, while we played games. That was our first move to a more close friendship, we didn't show our faces yet but we did audio calls and spent evenings together. He also told me a bit about himself, that he was Australian but was actually living in south Korea, he has a dog named Layla and a lot more things about himself.

In one of those audio calls I accidentally turned on my camera in an attempt of turning on my mic instead and in that moment Jake was talking. He went silent a second after I had turned my camera on and off back again quickly, we had never shown our faces to one another before and I accidentally showed myself for the first time.

"Uhh I'm sorry I didn't mean to turn my camera on" I said awkwardly. "No no, it's okay. If it makes you feel better I can turn mine on too okay?" He said "Uh? No n-" and before I could continue talking he had turned his camera on, damn he was handsome and left me out of words. "Haha I know I'm not in my best look but I turned it on so that you would feel that bad for turning yours accidentally" he said and I smiled softly to myself. Unsure, I went and turned my camera on again, showing my face awkwardly before laughing and hiding myself in my arms. "Hey! What's so funny?" He asked and I looked up looking at the camera "This is new for me, I had never shown my face to anyone I had met online" I said and I saw him smiling "Well, it's my first time too so don't feel awkward!" He said "Also, you don't need to have your camera on always if you don't feel okay doing so, I don't mind" "Thank you for the reassurance Jake, but I think I'll keep it on as we already know each other since some time ago" I said and he nodded "Good for me, I'll keep it on from now on too"

"Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face"

Three months passed already and my friendship with Jake had gotten more and more close. We would call or text each other at least once a day, I had started to work at a café and had a packed schedule until 4 p.m so I couldn't text or call him a lot. Still, he always found the ways of texting me after I had gotten home back from work.

"For real! Today one customer came to me and asked for a super weird beverage we don't have and they knew it but asked anyways! And after I told them we didn't have it they became all mad at me, why? I don't know!" I said and laughed at the stupidity of one of my customers as I told Jake about my little story from today's schedule. "Woah! That's a Karen for real!" He said and I bursted out laughing at his comment. After I had calmed down a bit I looked up at the screen and saw him staring at my camera silently, unsurely I asked "Is something on?" "I really wanna meet you Areum" he said out of nowhere and I opened my eyes widely, surprised. "What?" "I said that I really wanna meet you in real life, you're so fun and nice" he said and I felt my cheeks burning at what? I don't know! Jake didn't say anything to make me go that shy but he still made me feel shy nonetheless. "I think that too, maybe when my schedule loosens a bit we can meet, jaeyunie". And that was the last time we talked about meeting each other.

"2 a.m who do you love?"

Shortly after, I realized that I liked Jake. At night after our video calls I laid down and thought about us, about him. I thought about all the time that has passed and how much closer we had grown to each other, how kind and nice he seemed to me now. But then, the thought of him having someone else came in. Was he in a relationship already? Did he have a girlfriend? Shit, maybe he did have one. He was one in a million and I didn't question the fact that he might have somebody waiting on him. And I should accept that, after all he's my friend. Nothing else, right?

He's the nicest man I've ever known, he always care about me and calls me after he knows I'm at home after my schedule at work. He's always considerate and asks me if I had eaten something, how could I not fall in love? But that was a problem for me too.

Slowly, I started to distance myself from him. The thought of him in a relationship filled my mind and made me think that he just saw me as a friend, and I didn't want that. I didn't think that he noticed that, after today.

"Are you okay? You seem off... since a few days.." "Oh- I'm sorry, it's just that I'm having a lot of work lately.." I lied, in fact it was him who made me want to distance myself and end our friendship. "Are you sure? You know I'm here for you" he said and my heart burned at his sweet words "Yes jaeyunie, I'm okay. Thank you for asking" I said and he smiled softly at me through the screen. "Areum?" "Yes?" "I wanna meet you, in real life" he said and once again, he left me out of words. I wanted to meet him but I felt a strange feeling deep inside me, full of what if's. "Are you sure about it?" "Yes, I really wanna meet you, do you?" He asked and I nodded almost instantly, ignoring those strange feelings "Yes of course I wanna meet you, jaeyunie" and after that we had set a date and place for our meeting. I was so excited about it, finally meeting that one person who had become really special for me in the last time.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please don't have somebody waiting on you"

Today was the day that we were going to meet, we decided to meet at the Han river. Surprisingly we didn't live afar from each other but still, we didn't live that close either.

I wore my best outfit, trying to ignore those intrusive thoughts about him probably having a girlfriend as I put on a nice black top and a pair of jeans, a thin jacket on so that I wasn't way too exposed, keeping it simple. I waited for him as I sat down and scrolled through social media until I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind, turning my head I saw a blonde guy with a mask looking at me. Before going out we both described our outfits so that we could find each other easier. He was wearing a hoodie with a pair of jeans, so simple but it still made me feel butterflies. Was it wrong?

"hey, you're Areum right?" He asked and I got up from the bench and smiled shyly "Yes, you're Jake?" I asked and he nodded "It's nice to meet you finally, Areum" he said and I smiled softly. I don't know where did this sudden confidence come from but I went and hugged him softly, not saying anything. He stayed still for a second before wrapping his arms softly around my waist, we hugged for a while and when I tried to separate he tightened his embrace, muttering a soft "not yet". Chuckling I hugged him again and after some minutes we separated, he smiled at me and I did the same to him. "Should we walk around a bit?" He asked and I smiled, nodding "Yeah sure" I simply replied, we walked into the Han River, looking around and talking from time to time. "Do you wanna grab something to eat? I know a place near that sells really good food and boba" I said and looked to my right, waiting for Jake's reply. "Yeah sure" he said and took my hand in his, I looked at him surprisingly "You take the lead" he said and I chuckled, nodding "Okay" and started to walk to the café. Soon after we arrived and chose a table. We looked through the menu to see what we were going to order "What are you going to order, Jaeyunie?" I asked while looking through the menu, trying to chose something as I couldn't chose between the options, everything looked good to me. "I don't know, probably some boba and a piece of cake? I'm not sure yet, what about you?" He asked and I tried to guess my own choice "Mmm, probably boba, too. And I'm trying to see what I should order to eat" I said and Jake nodded. Finally we could decide and the waiter came to us and took our orders, when they went away we started to talk again.

"Choi Areum huh" he said teasingly as he looked at me through the table, I chuckled "Sim Jaeyun huh" I said, copying his tone and actions. I heard him chuckle before taking out his phone "Let's take a picture, to capture the moment" he said and I nodded, scooting closer so we could fit in the frame. Slightly smiling he took the pictures, after it he looked at his phone and smiled "Send them to me too!" I said and he nodded, chuckling.

After our outer, we walked together to the train station. Jake had to take a train to go back to his house so I walked with him there, as I didn't need to take the train but just a bus. We talked a bit more before reaching the station, he stood up in front of me and smiled softly. I walked to him and hugged him, I felt him hugging me back tighter "Have a safe way back home, Jaeyunie" "You too, I'll miss you" he said and I chuckled, ignoring the heat running through my cheeks. "I'll text you tomorrow before my schedule, okay?" I said and I felt him nodding through our hug. The truth is that I couldn't bring myself together to ask him if he was dating someone already, so I had lots of thoughts running wild in my mind, but decided to ignore them. We wished each other a good way back home and after waiting for his train to go I went back home.

"And now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door"

Later that night, I received a text from an university which I had signed up for it some months ago and thought I wouldn't get called, until then. They had sent me a message saying that I got accepted there but not in the Korean place but the American one, I had to leave. I had signed up to be studying in the Korean university but actually got called to the American one, and my first thought was Jake. Should I tell him? I knew very well that this was going to hurt the both of us but I knew I still had to let him know, I wouldn't let that possibly pass by it was now or never. I was worried too, about my friendship with Jake. I didn't want to give us up after our first meeting face to face but, it was the university of my dreams. I was sure he would understand if I told him I had to leave to study abroad, and that I wasn't probably going to come back.

The next day I woke up and all these thoughts came back, Jake and the university. But I had to focus, I had work. I quickly prepared and started my schedule, from time to time I remembered Jake and the news but tried to ignore them and the knot made in my stomach. How should I tell him about it?

After my schedule I went home and texted Jake, he told me he was a bit busy and I decided to give him some time so that he could text me after, and then again those thoughts came back. I should tell him face to face...

"There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles"

I decided to make the first move and tell him to meet, to let him know what was happening. We arranged our meeting in the same place as before, the Han River. I tried to look good and dressed up nicely, like the first time we met. It was unbelievable, for me, how could we go from our first meeting to this one, the second one, the last one too. It hurt so much, because I won't be able to see him anymore. I tried to spend a lot of time with him, calling and chatting a lot. Now, it was a week before I would leave to America, to the university I wanted so bad. But leaving the best person behind and a part of me in Korea too.

I waited on that bench again, scrolling on my phone. I felt my hands shaking slightly as I felt a tap on my shoulder, like the first time. I turned around and tried to make a smile, trying to hide the pain too. "Hi jaeyunie" I called and my heart broke even more, the crack in it, growing every second. "Hi Areum" he said and embraced me in a hug, why are you making everything harder for me, Sim Jaeyun? I hugged him back and after a while we separated, I saw something different in his face. Love.

I looked at him and saw that he looked at me differently than the first time, more lively. I shrugged it off and said "Let's walk?" And he nodded, taking my hand in his, again. "Let's go" he said and we walked around, our hands entwined, making my heart sting even more. Why was it so hard? "You know Areum... I have something to tell you" he said smiling softly to himself, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh really? Well... I have something to tell you too" I said bittersweetly, looking down. I saw Jake looking up expectantly. "Oh is that so? Tell me what it is, then. I'll tell you what I have to say after you" he said and I felt my heart breaking even more, I was going to hurt him. I stopped walking as we stood under a tree, I looked down at our hands and slowly separated them. Taking a deep breath I tried to make my own words "I don't know if you're going to like this... Jake" I said and without looking up I continued "I have to leave... To America..." I said and squeezed my eyes shut tightly "What do you mean?" He asked and I tried not to cry, continuing "I got a message from my dream university saying that I got in, I never told you about it as I thought I was never going to get called after months... And because I would get called to the one that's here... In Korea.. but I guess not" I said "I hope everything goes well to you, Jaeyunie" crack "I hate to admit this but I like you, but I know that you might have someone waiting on you... I'm sorry" crack, my heart continued breaking. After I had said that I let a tear escape my eye, slowly falling over my cheek, being followed by another and another one. "What the fuck you mean I have someone waiting on me Choi Areum?!" He said, slightly shouting... Voice cracking "I've been waiting for you since day one! I don't even care if you have to go but... I fucking love you Choi Areum! Why did you keep it in?! I literally love you and now you're telling me this?! Really?! When are you leaving..?" He finally asked, a bit more relaxed. "Next week" I said quietly and heard him let out a soft sob, as he sighed "Fucking Choi Areum! Why are you doing this?! Really! I...." "I really wanted us to be something, Areum! I wanted to be your fucking boyfriend!" He said and I cried harder, knowing damn well I should've told him this before... "I-I'm sorry.. Jaeyunie" I sobbed "No! Don't call me that! Just... This is hard to swallow and you're making it harder!" He said, I looked up taking a slight glance at his face and saw him crying... A completely new sight for me. "I grew so damn close to you for you to do me this?! To do us this?! Please..." "Why couldn't you tell me this before?! Just... Areum! Why did you just tell me about this just now...." He said and I sobbed harder, I tried to calm down but I couldn't. I saw him sighing before looking up "I... I don't think we should continue talking, Areum" there it laid my broken heart, on the ground. "If we continue talking this will only hurt each other more... Let's leave it here. Have a nice trip to America" I couldn't believe his words, his dry tone... Why was he like this? "Okay" I said between sobs "Good bye, thank you for everything, Jake" I said and he nodded, looking away.

"It was enchanting to meet you, Sim Jaeyun"

thank you for reading ♡

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Bittersweet- Kim Sunoo: Chapter Four

Description: Y/n L/n used to be known as someone who was there to get her degree then get out of university. No one really knew her because she was just there for school, no parties, no nothing. Now Y/n L/n was known to be an irritation at the university, anyone who spoke to Kim Sunoo would know how annoying she was. Y/n had no idea who this Sunoo guy even was? All she knew was that he clearly had all these people wrapped around his finger and now her reputation was in the dumpster.

Warnings for the series: cursing, misunderstanding, enemies to ???, university AU.

MOSTLY SMAU, some written chapters

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YOU SPILLED ON ME- (written chapter 500 words)

You looked up from your coffee again glaring at Sunoo, if you had laser eyes he would be a pile of ashes by now. Sunoo felt your eyes on him and turned around.

The immediate eye contact made both of you look away quickly, which was embarrassing for the both of you.

“Y/n it’ll be okay, he’s just stubborn.” Heeseung said and looked at you, his eyes were soft. You took a deep breath.

“Im going to talk to him.” You stood up quickly and looked down at your shoes. Heeseung looked at you and took a sip of his coffee.

“Okay Y/n… Good luck…” Heeseung said. You walked over to Sunoo trying to be as confident as possible, if he was like anything he was online this was going to take a lot of confidence.

“He- AH!” You were about to confront him when all of a sudden his coffee was on your outfit. Thank goodness it was iced coffee, but you were wearing white pants. Your eyes shot up at him again, Sunoo looked like he just accidentally shot you. Then quickly flashed back to annoyance.

“What!? Are you trying to make it even?!” He snapped, “now your pants are ruined just like my shirt!”

You could not believe what you were hearing, “I didn’t even throw up on you to begin with!”

Sunoo rolled his eyes, “everyone said it was you so, whatever! I guess we are even now!”

“I DIDN’T WANT TO GET EVEN TO BEGIN WITH! YOU JUST HATE ME FOR NO REASON!” At this point your voice was loud, Sunoo opened his mouth to say something but before he could Heeseung quickly pulled you out of the café.

“I cannot believe him!” You started walking back to your dorm, Heeseung following behind you.

“Y/n I-I-“

You turned around and looked at Heeseung, “what are you gonna defend him?”

Heeseung looked at you and sighed, he was caught in the middle. As much as Sunoo was his friend for a long time, he was being a dick and there is no defending him. At least in Heeseung’s eyes.

“No, I’m not. Let’s just get back to your dorm so we can get the coffee off your pants.” He started leading you to your dorm.

When you arrived Hikaru and Bahiyyih were on Bahiyyih’s bed watching a tiktok.

“Y/N WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PANTS!?” Hikaru rushed over, Heeseung put himself in the bathroom and shut the door but stuck his arm out. You walked over to your dresser.

“Sunoo happened.” You mumbled and changed into your shorts, then walked over and handed Heeseung your pants. He quickly got to work on trying to get the coffee out.

“HE SPILLED COFFEE ON YOU?” Bahiyyih asked, you sighed. As much as you wanted to say it was on purpose, it wasn’t.

“It was an accident; I went to confront him, and he ran into me.” You sat down on her bed, Hikaru sitting next to you again.

“I NEED TO STALK THIS MAN; LET’S FIND HIS INSTAGRAM!” Hikaru yelled and started to go through Heeseung’s following.

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MASTERLIST

Taglist: @beansworldsstuff @kpopstanmeg @txtmetonight @sugrlamb @bloofairyfox @kissezfornamjoon @gabbiemad

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edgelordangelwolfkiller · 4 months

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rain/me: remember everyone i have my own baldi's basics au (the ultimate cursed au.) and oc's. please give my oc's a chance to ask questions too. (i don't want my oc's living in my shadow or being forgotten. it's not fair for them if i keep hogging their attention away. they need a attention too!) so, if you guys don't remember their names? here's the list of names down below: ⬇️ (also my second au is the mad scientist clowns.) over 15+ only not under. (no, kids allowed!) rules: narrating is ok but no god mod controlling my muses/ocs and me. only you can control your own muse/oc's actions. if you guys are gonna make fanart of me or my ocs? please ask my permission first. no toxic fangirls/fanboys allowed. (no real life yanderers.) drama is ok but no IRL drama. (i know some of you guys are not huge fans of online drama but i'll try to keep my blog as online drama free as possible. but if i'm exposing someone for their not okay behavior? you are welcome to keep scrolling down. but just to let you know? i'm only bringing awareness i'm not here to cause a riot. i just want everyone on the internet to be safe and healthy.) be respectful towards any ⚧️ gender or everyone but no transphobic/homophobic & no, cyberbullying, no harassing, no cyberstalking, no doxxing, no reposting/tracing/stealing art, no self-proshipping/pro-shipping/incest. (if u guys support that damn stuff? you'll be block!) the adults (around 18 years old) can say NSFW jokes but don't go overboard with them. (minors are not allowed to say NSFW jokes. why if u may ask? well it makes me very uncomfortable.) no lying about your age be 100% honest. (the only personal stuff you guys have to share is your age and gender.) no asking me real personal information, or don't share real personal information stuff with anyone. (keep it to yourselves.) if anyone feels uncomfortable with me rp as myself? ask me and I'll stop but don't be mean about it. [minors if you ever try to follow adult 18+ contact blog? then i'm telling my other friends to block you. one we don't want any terrible incidents happening and two it's for your own safely to keep out.] (if you guys don't like my rules? get out i don't want to deal with your s***!) and one final rule you guys are allowed to criticize me as long as it's not very harshly. (i kind of need help with writing stories or rp better.) (ah, s*** forgot to mention i used kain, spear, nero, clear, neo rein, neo rev, and reno for NSFW rps only in discord. i don't use other characters.) if you are anti-selfshipper, anti-singleshipper, anti-multishipper, anti-multiselfshipper hater? DNI this blog >:C (this blog is safe for selfshippers, singleshippers, multishippers, multiselfshippers, & multifandom.) [if anyone has a problem with me? then talk to me in discord will sort things out.]

(sorry everyone but there's only going to be a little bit of baldi's basics characters. if you guys want to ask the rest of the baldi's basics characters? go to my other blog @edgyangelwolfkiller however this new blog is only about fnf and wdy.)

the adults:

kain the church grim: ♂️ ⚧️

dr cid van helsing: ♂️

mad dr jasper shades: ♂️

ace baltimore: ♂️

sheldon rodgers: ♍️ ♂️

nero: ♊️ ♂️

shady wolf: ♍️ ♂️

neo rev: ♍️ ♂️

reno: ♍️ ♂️ ⚧️

spear ironmetal: ♂️

assistant mr mal: ♍️ ♂️

able wolf: ♈️ ♂️

lance the cartoon cat: ♂️

alice baltimore: ♀️

mad dr jasper shy: ♀️

shelby rodgers: ♍️ ♀️

evangeline: ♍️ 🏳️‍⚧️

miss clear: ♊️ ♀️

angel/shy wolf: ♍️ ♀️

neo rein: ♍️ ♀️

lucy/nyu: ♀️

vice principal monika: ♍️ ♀️

adora wolf: ♈️ ♀️

assistant miss melon: ♍️ ♀️

selina the snow angel: ♀️

miss meron/suika: ♀️

the teenagers:

hope: ♂️ (lucy's half-brother)

dakota bear: ♂️ (the player)

iris wolf: ♀️ (six)

june wolf: ♀️ (playtime)

(if you want to know what my ocs looks like? click on the hashtag ➡️ #my oc gallery ⬅️ it shows you what they look like and their info. i would put a link but idk how to do it.)

(by the way everyone i don't support themaskedchris nor ninjamuffin they can kiss @$$ somewhere else.) 💢

(the rest of the fnf mod characters are gonna be in gotcha club appearance not in icons. I'm not using their mod icons.) [if u guys don't want me to use those mod characters I'll delete them in gotcha club but if your fine with it then ok.]

(my ocs. ⬆️ not my ocs. ⬇️)

the adults:

daddy dearest: ♂️

hatsune oliver: ♂️

henry morris: ♏️ ♂️ ⚧️ [my main f/o]

frank fairest: ♂️

ruv: ♂️

older bro or ob: ♋️ ♂️ [my second f/o]

garcello: ♈️ ♂️ ⚧️ [my third f/o]

armaros: ♒️ ♂️

hatsune michael/bb: ♉️ ♂️

beach brother: ♂️

hatsune keith/bf: ♒️ ♂️

neo bf: ♂️

b3 bf/bartholomew bartholomew bartholomew: ♂️

benjamin fairest/soft bf: ♈️ ♂️

pico: ♉️ ♂️

neo pico: ♂️

b3 pico fulp: ♂️

pico n grounds: ♂️

darnell: ♂️

kapi: ♂️

steven: 🏳️‍⚧️ (strangle red)

senpai: ♂️

chris dearest: ♂️

mommy mearest: ♀️

hatsune alice: ♀️

hatsune khloe: ♉️ ♀️

cuz: ⚧️ (bf's cousin)

sunday: ⚧️

saber: ♀️ ⚧️

sister searest: ♀️

cassandra: ♉️ ♀️

carol: ♀️

samantha coleman: ♓️ ♀️

hatsune miku: ♍️ ♀️

cherry dearest/gf: ♏️ ♀️

neo gf: ♀️

b3 gf/shaya dearest: 🏳️‍⚧️

soft gf/grace: ♀️

annie: 🏳️‍⚧️

nene: ♀️

hatsune kaity: ♀️

the teenager:

dawn: ♀️

(tyefling, hotminute studios, mizanploz, @evils-corner @kittypopcreations shadowmalerenamon, bbpanzu, juno songs, autumnthekazoo, squizzledizzle, shinitrexx, jellyfishedm, biddle3, paperkitty, @atsuover, rageminer996.) [sorry everyone i would put link text thing? but sadly it doesn't work out for me. so the only option for me is just to add the mod creator's names.]

rain/me: (these characters don't belong to me they belong to phantom arcade.) anyways I'll be using them as my rp muses. (i don't own those gf & bf mod icons they belong to. evilsk8r, redsty phoenix, justbruh, ajthefunky, homskiy, shey pancake.) [sorry idk how to put a link like a confessional. that's all i can do for now and I'm sorry i tried my best.] TT_TT

full name: hatsune keith

nickname: bf

species: guardian angel

age: 22 years old

zodiac: aquarius ♒️

height: 4'11"ft

gender: male ♂️

pronouns: he him his

sexuality: bisexual/polyamory

alignment: good

type of learning disability: autistic

family: the great hatsune family

ex boyfriend: pico

ex girlfriend: ayana

girlfriend: gf/cherry

likes: rap battles, supporting his family, helping people out, dating, and adventuring.

dislikes: his family in danger, toxic fangirls, daddy dearest's henchman, getting interrupted during dating, his siblings fighting.

Interesting facts about keith: he has 6 siblings and one adopted brother. he's related to hatsune miku. his family are angels.

full name: cherry dearest

nickname: gf

species: succubus

age: 22 years old

zodiac: scorpio ♏️

height: 5'0"ft

gender: female ♀️

pronouns: she her hers

sexuality: pansexual/polyamory

alignment: neutral

family: the dearest family

ex boyfriend: tabi

boyfriend: bf/keith

likes: music, shopping, hanging out with friends, dating keith.

dislikes: her father being over protective, people trying to kill her, seeing her boyfriend get hurt.

Interesting facts about cherry: she has 5 siblings. she can play guitar.

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itadores · 2 years

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sting.

note: this is stupid n silly but i just wanted to write somethin stupid n silly w my boys

pairing: gojo satoru x gender neutral reader x nanami kento

word count: 1.6k

genre/warnings: crack, fluff, established relationship, jellyfish stings, discussion about piss (specifically pissing on someone but it doesn’t happen!!)

to be truthful, kento is surprised that you all were able to schedule time off together. it’s a miracle, and kento does not believe he’s exaggerating when he says so. the number of highly skilled jujutsu sorcerers is small, stretched thin among missions that can take them all the way across the world. taking time off is nearly unheard of in kento’s line of work. not when there is always another mission to complete, another curse to exorcise, another life to try and save.

but, you decided that it was long overdue for the three of you to take a vacation. it took a bit of cajoling, but eventually, you managed to convince him and satoru that it wouldn’t hurt if you all took a well-deserved break. once everybody was all on board, the difficult part was asking for time off. for three high grade sorcerers to request a leave of absence all at the same time would certainly displease the higher-ups. kento was positive that they would turn down your requests, citing that they couldn’t have so many sorcerers out of the field simultaneously. to his surprise, your requests were all approved with no issues at all.

kento suspects that satoru had something to do with the matter. although when he inquired about the subject, satoru vehemently denied meddling at all. (it wasn’t very convincing given the self-satisfied smile pulling at satoru’s glossy lips as he spoke.)

and now, here you are, on a beach somewhere that you and satoru found after scouring online for hours, searching for the perfect place for a getaway.

kento must admit that the research you and satoru conducted paid off. the island you’re inhabiting for the time being is nothing less than gorgeous and serene. for the first time in a very long time, kento feels at peace.

“shit, shit, shit!”

ah, so much for that peace.

kento tears his eyes away from the book resting in his hands, the one he’s been meaning to read for the longest time, as the wind carries the sound of your distress towards him, overlapping with the crash of the waves against the shore. behind his pair of shades, he squints slightly out at the water.

you and satoru left his side awhile ago, wanting to go splash around in the ocean while kento wanted to bask in the sun, sit back on a lounge chair and read a good book. he was content with watching you and satoru mess around and play fight in the water from the shore. it was nice to see you two enjoying yourselves, full of child-like glee as you played around, exchanging giggly kisses with one another before attempting to drag the other under the water.

but now, you and satoru are fast-approaching. you struggle against the pull of the waves, running up the sand that sinks beneath your footfalls once you break free from the ocean. water drips in rivulets down your and satoru’s bodies— a sight that kento might find distracting if not for the pure panic on your face. alarmed, kento closes his book, immediately making a move to get up from his seat.

“what’s wrong, love?” kento questions as soon as you’re within reach. his eyes quickly scan over you and satoru, searching for the cause of your shared distress.

wet hands cling to both of his arms, dampening the linen material of his unbuttoned white shirt. kento turns his head toward satoru, who’s leaned in so close to his face that they’re nearly nose to nose.

satoru’s wide eyes and uncharacteristic panicked expression makes kento’s blood run cold.

what could have occurred in the water that could have frightened even satoru?

“we got stung by jellyfish, nanamin,” satoru whines.

it takes a moment for kento to process that nothing terrible has happened and that the reason for your and satoru’s panic is that … you’ve been stung by jellyfish?

kento wonders how satoru and you- two of the strongest sorcerers he knows- could be reduced to scared messes over a simple jellyfish sting. he quietly sighs, feeling a mix of relief and exasperation. you two are going to send him to an early grave.

“let’s go back to the hotel so we can treat your wounds,” kento says, thinking about everything that is necessary to deal with a jellyfish sting. hopefully, the front desk has some vinegar on hand.

“huh?” kento’s eyes fall onto your face as your head tilts slightly, and your lower lip juts out in confusion. “i thought to cure a jellyfish sting, all you needed to do was pee on it.”

“that’s what i thought, too,” satoru pipes up, turning to face you and nodding his head along with you in agreement. kento watches as you and satoru quickly and silently communicate before looking at him.

kento does not like the twin grins that begin to cross your faces.

“which means…” satoru trails off, the corners of his lips tugging wider and wider.

“you have to pee on our jellyfish stings, kento,” you say, completing satoru’s sentence.

kento closes his eyes, takes a deep inhale, and thinks to himself “why?”

“no,” he breathed out, voice firm and final. there is absolutely no way he is going to urinate on you and satoru because you two think it will help treat your jellyfish stings when that is completely false.

“why not?” satoru pouts. he places a palm to his bare chest, an affronted look forming on his face. “do you want us to suffer in pain and agony, kento?”

“yeah, do you not care for us, baby?” you pile in. you sling an arm around satoru’s waist, pulling him closer to your side so you can rest your cheek against him. your lips twist into a frown as you look at nanami through your wet lashes. the corners of your lips twitch, and he can see you fighting the urge to smile.

kento slips off his sunglasses to give you both a look. “i do care for both of you,” kento says, voice softening in its sincerity. satoru’s eyes brighten at hearing kento’s words of affection while you no longer resist the urge to grin, your lips curving upward into a small smile. “but, i am not urinating on either of you, and that is final.”

kento rolls his eyes at the whines both you and satoru release.

“please, kento. it’ll be funny,” you plead. you detangle yourself from satoru and place your hands on kento’s hips. your hands are still damp, he notes. he can feel the moisture from your palms seeping into the material of his swim shorts.

“no,” kento decisively says. you begin to pout again, but kento cups your cheek, warm from the sun’s rays, and gently tilts your face to press his lips to yours. the kiss tastes like fading lip balm and sea salt. you grip kento’s hips tighter as you attempt to deepen the kiss, and kento indulges you. normally, he wouldn’t participate in such a public form of affection, but just this once, he’ll give in. you are on vacation, after all.

when kento finally pulls back, your sulking expression is gone. “now, come on. we need to leave so i can properly treat your stings before they may worsen.”

you nod, no longer playfully arguing with kento now that you’re happily satisfied from receiving a kiss from him. satoru, on the other hand…

“nanamin, where’s my kiss? i want one!”

kento feels satoru wrap his long lanky arms around you both, squishing you together. kento grunts at the sudden tightness which borders on uncomfortable.

“satoru! i can’t breathe,” you wheeze out, attempting to shimmy out of the man’s iron grip around you.

“oops,” satoru apologizes when he realizes that maybe he was hugging you too tightly. he doesn’t let go of either of you, but his grip slackens considerably.

kento rolls his eyes, but the action is full of a warm fondness. “sweetheart,” kento says, and satoru swivels his head toward him. kento slides a hand behind satoru’s neck and pulls him down to kiss him.

satoru’s infinity is off, kento just realizes. it’s not something terribly unusual. the man typically turns it off whenever he’s in the company of you and him, but that’s normally behind closed doors, in the privacy of your home. not in public. almost never in public. and the realization makes the corner of kento’s lips quirk upward slightly because if satoru’s infinity is off that means he feels safe right now. it means that he’s relaxing and enjoying this time away from work like he justly deserves. a time where he doesn’t have to be the strongest sorcerer there is, and just be satoru. his satoru and yours.

they break apart slowly, and there is a beaming grin on satoru’s face when kento opens his eyes. he’s beautiful.

“will you piss on our jellyfish stings now?”

kento groans. there goes satoru ruining the moment. kento says that, but he is unable to fight the small smile that plays on his lips as he listens to you and satoru cackle and laugh.

it is nice to see you both so carefree and relaxed. kento hopes that the memories from this trip will never fade from his mind, that he will be able to recall the feeling of wind on his face and warmth in his heart, the sound of the waves overlapping with the voices of the ones he loves, the sight of you and satoru- happy and content. he hopes that there will never come a time where he cannot remember.

even if you and satoru behave like fools.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #poly nanago #poly gonana #gojo x reader x nanami #gojo satoru x reader x nanami kento #nanago x reader #gonana x reader #new.mail #from.jujutsu kaisen #love.nanami kento #love.gojo satoru #tw piss #tw pee

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a childhood friend || katsuki bakugo x reader

summary: you meet your childhood friend katsuki again

warning: not proofread as always and swearing

He could feel his head pacing in his chest, running wildly at the thought of what's about to happen.

Katsuki Bakugo, top two ProHero Dynamight, never gets nervous.

Well, in any other time besides this one.

You see, he will be meeting you for dinner in just a few minutes. You, his neighbor and his childhood friend, who came home after years of living abroad with your parents.

The neighbor's only child who spent hours badgering him about his All Might shirt. The annoying kid who got their quirk first after barely reaching four. The child who could only walk to the train station with him and take another, since you were enrolled in another school. The kid who he would see eating the snacks his mother laid out for him after school.

The annoying friend he had that didn't talk about how cool his quirk was but always reminded him that you got yours much earlier, making you the cooler one. The childhood friend who dreamt loudly beside him.

The person who he hated for a few years because you had to leave. The childhood friend who he complains to e-mailing but does it anyway because he can't stand not replying to you. The one of the few people who had the privilege of being followed and befriended by the incredibly elusive Katsuki Bakugo online - the sole reason why he bothered being online in the first place.

It was a quiet day in his agency when you sent him a photo of your plane ticket, telling him you'd be coming home for a few days, and it would be amazing to see him soon. His hands became too sweaty that if you look back at his reply, there were a few spelling mistakes.

His every step was heavy, Bakugo was trying to settle a debate within himself that it would be okay. But because of your departure, he realized how the distance felt like torture to him. He was so used to you being so close that he wanted to keep you home, which of course he wouldn't force on you if you don't want to.

When he sat in the table that he reserved especially for you, Bakugo straightened out his suit which he had to buy specifically for this occasion. He ran his hand through his hair, accidentally burning one of the blond spikes due to the uncontrollable sweat in his palm, and he cursed internally.

He was too nervous to see you.

"Katsuki!"

You two never really called so he didn't expect how different your voice sounded like after puberty. How could simply hearing you say his name like that make him even more nervous than he already was?

"You're late, idiot." He said in the same rude Katsuki Bakugo way that you knew so well. You've spent years hearing his annoyed tone that you knew full well how he often masked his kind intentions behind that surly facade.

"I missed you too." You countered, taking a seat across him. Your flight was tiring but you had to see Bakugo immediately. After leaving Japan, you have missed him dearly. There is no one like him and there was always something about the way he responded to your quick remarks that is so endearing. You took the menu from the waiter and smiled, "Ah! I'm starving!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes as he accepted the menu. He already knew what he'd have, as he has been to this restaurant a few times. Hell would freeze over before he brings you somewhere that he hasn't tried and tested before. So he took the time to glance over at you from his menu, noting how your then short hair grew out to be such pretty locks. He also never noticed the color of your eyes - have they always been that hypnotizing color?

You flickered you gaze over at Bakugo who instantly withdrew his attention from you and started telling the waiter his choice. You chuckled softly, "Why were you staring at me like that, Katsuki?"

"Because you were taking too damn long, you idiot. I'm famished." He tried to come up with a good excuse.

But the thing about a lying Katsuki Bakugo is that the tips of his ears turn red. And boy, are they in the deepest shade you've ever seen.

You were feeling nice today so you let it go. He probably didn't know how to say he missed you so you just changed the subject.

"How have you been, Katsuki?" You said after you ordered. With the waiter out of the way, you were sure that Katsuki would feel more comfortable, less guarded.

"Got nothin' to tell you." He grumbled as he propped his elbow on the table and rested his cheek with his palm, "You always have a lot of stories, you tell me."

You didn't need prodding to start with your own stories which Katsuki appreciated. He was never the talker and having someone who talks too much made sure there was no awkward silences.

You told him about stories from your high school, how you got accepted to your dream school, and how after graduation, you got the job you've first applied to and developed so much as a person in the field you chose.

Katsuki saw how much you've grown. You used to be just a dreamer, a kid who simply talked big, but now, you've made all your dreams into a reality. Into your reality.

He just wondered, with all of the glam and glamour in your world, would he still be welcome?

"You sure are doing a lot." He commented after you paused to take a breath. "Why are you back here if you're so busy?"

You pouted, "I missed you! Is that not enough reason to come back home?" But when he grimaced, you laughed, "I have a business to attend to and I thought of seeing you first!"

The idea that he was the first person you met after landing made his heart melt.

"But enough about me, you're the bigshot ProHero around here!" You picked up your fork and knife when food finally arrived. "You never tell me anything over e-mail. I still can't believe you'd rather send me an e-mail over voice chats, Katsuki."

He wanted to. Katsuki just didn't know how to react to hearing your voice.

You make him extremely nervous.

"Buy a newspaper. Go online. You can read all about me there." He shrugged. Bakugo didn't want the conversation to be about him. He wanted to hear more about you. "You can talk my ear off, why are you so intent in asking about me?"

"I've told you all about me. I haven't heard anything from you. How are your parents?" You asked. You were young when you left and Katsuki's parents didn't have social media accounts for you to keep in contact with them. The only connection you had in Japan was just Katsuki, your entire world was back abroad.

The large blond shrugged and your eyes wandered over to his bigger stature. When you were younger, you were much taller than he was but now, you knew he would tower over you. His voice was also deeper, although you've heard him whenever people get a rare chance of interviewing him.

But he still remained to be that young boy you knew so well. The boy you missed. The boy you-

"Marry me?" He scrunched up his nose as you two made your way to the train station.

It was bright and early in the morning and you popped him the question. It hasn't occured to you yet what marriage meant. To you, it meant having to live in one house together with someone. "Yeah! Won't that be cool?"

But what would you know? You were six.

Thinking about it now made you smile a bit, it was naive. It was childish.

"What are you smiling at?" The blond paused in his story about how his mother kept on badgering him to call on a daily basis. You weren't listening and he noticed.

"Nothing. I just remembered a memory." You didn't want to bring up such an old tale but it made you wonder, what was his answer? He never actually gave you one, did he?

But before you ask, you wanted to know if you won't be treading dangerous grounds.

"Are you seeing anyone?" There was nothing on the news, not that you checked.

Katsuki blushed softly and rolled his eyes, "What kind of fuckin' question is that? I'm not even dating."

For some reason that made you happy.

"Why aren't you even dating, Katsuki?"

"I was waiting for you."

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugō #boku no hero fanfic

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Ok so… where did you get the chest prosthetic? I’ve seen a couple other cosplays online with a chest prosthetic but didn’t really look into any of them because I wasn’t sure about which one or the quality or how it would feel with the weight and texture but my transmasc ass is over here like Gender Goals Unlocked XD

-Luccio

okay so how i wear it is i put binder, then old tshirt i dont care if it gets messy, then prosthetic. i have really sensitive skin, but even if you don't, you do not want that thing going directly against your skin unless you use talc or something. at least in my opinion. idk. maybe people with less sensitive skin it doesn't matter. i personally like wearing a tshirt between it and my skin not just for my sensitive skin, but so i don't sweat directly onto it. you gotta psych yourself up to get one of those things on. if you have long hair, tie it up, ideally in a bun, while you pull this thing over your head because it will try and stick to your hair and it's a pain untucking your hair from inside the neck of these things. most of the weight you'll feel in your shoulders. be careful laying down in it, i made that mistake and most of the weight shifted to my neck. i also find that it rides up on me, i have to keep pulling it down because the bellybutton ends up a good few inches above where mine actually is.

this is the shop i bought mine from https://www.aliexpress.com/store/4643010?spm=a2g0o.store_pc_home.pcShopHead_12645020.0 which was recommended to me by another cosplayer on tiktok. they do prosthetics of um.. everything.. i couldn't say which specific chest listing is the one i have because i got mine years ago so they might not sell that exact one anymore but i have a short-sleeved one which yes has the downside of you can't go shirtless or wear a tank top without seeing that line, but the idea of a long-sleeved one made me feel uncomfortable. they do skin tone options, i got the palest one and even that is a bit too dark and too orange for my skin tone so i edit it in photos to make it match my skin tone. ah the curse of being a vampire.

#the vampire answers #faq #serfurgiblurge

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WAVES: Chapter 2 "The Call"

Characters: GN!Yuu/Yuusona, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Trey Clover, Other character mentions, minor OCs of mine for support

Synopsis: Now with graduation come and gone comes the stage we all dread--adulthood! Yuu has been hard at work trying to find jobs to help cover their growing debt and costs of living, including applying to the city's largest attraction--The Mostro Aquarium & Café. Will the job be enough to cover expenses? Or does the job come with a fishy catch?

Tags: TWST, Twisted Wonderland, 21+, Aged Up Characters (Graduated), Violent themes, torture, romance, slight sexual themes, hallucinations, yandere, gruesome, mentions of blood, graphic images, angst, anger, merfolk, mafia violence, organized crime, chaos, somewhat established relationships (friendships), cursing, modern college au, magic does exist but it's not a major theme, overblot-like

// Summary of Chapter: After so many weeks of job hunting, finally you get a shining sliver of hope when you finally receive one singular phonecall.

______________________Chapter 2: The Call______________________

What felt like mere minutes to you was actually a few whole hours of you typing up applications and submitting them along with your resume. A lot of the jobs you applied to didn’t really seem to catch your eye, but one thing you were always told growing up was “a job’s a job”. Anything to pay your incoming debt and your current bills, really, ‘cause them savings are only going to save you for so long. Who knew ADULTING sucked SO HARD?

When you glanced at the little clock in the corner of your screen, you were quite impressed to notice it was only 10:30 in the morning. Hm, not bad timing, right? The Patisserie was still busy as can be since it was still mid morning, and when you glanced up from your screen you could see Trey serving customers from behind the counter and doing his usual routine. He was such a diligent worker and you always admired him for his work ethic… but sometimes you couldn’t help but worry about him. Did he ever take time to himself? Was he ever NOT working? Well… he was certainly in a better spot than you were, that’s for sure… or so you thought. Deciding to switch gears, you switched tabs to your email to look and see if there were any answers from previous applications. You had hoped there would be something but… nope. Nada. Zilch. Nothing. Your online resume website you applied to a lot of jobs? As dry as the Scalding Sands. You had half hoped that all the applications you sent out weeks ago at least had some sort of update, regardless of what kind of update it was. A rejection is still a better idea than radio silence.

A some odd few 45 minutes go by with your endless searching when you feel your phone start to buzz next to you on the table. The screen lit up with an unknown number trying to call you, and at first your heart jumped not because you were anticipating any of the calls, but because you absolutely hated getting stranger calls and often ignored them. However, this was different, as any of these calls could be potential employers. With a big gulp and a sharp inhale of air, you picked up the phone and pressed the green phone button, putting the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. My name is Allison and I’m calling from the Mostro Lounge HR Department, is this (Y/N) speaking?” “A-Ah y-yes it is!” You sat up at more attention, your heart skipping as you remembered the name being one of those that you applied for a position at.

“Splendid. I’m calling in regards to the application you submitted about our open Aquarist position. We have reviewed your application and would like to move forward in the process and would like to schedule an interview with you. Is this something you’d still be interested in?” “Y-YES! Yes of course I would be interested.” “Wonderful. We have open availability for interviews tomorrow afternoon if that works for you? If not I can schedule another time.” “Oh yes that works! I am free all of tomorrow, yes.” You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself right then and there, but this was the one sliver of hope you’ve had in weeks now.

“Splendid. Does 6PM at the Lounge sound good to you?” “Yes!” “Wonderful,” And there was the sounding of typing and clacking on the worker’s end of the call. “I put you in for 6PM tomorrow. You’ll be interviewing with Mr. Ashengrotto tomorrow night. He prefers to interview his staff himself, so when you arrive just ask for him and tell the front you’re here for an interview. Do you have any questions for me?” The worker asked, but her voice was more or less uncaring. Couldn’t blame her, a job was a job whether you liked it or not. “O-Oh uhm… no no I think I’ll save my questions for the interview process.” “Alright. We look forward to seeing you tomorrow then. Have a wonderful rest of your day.” “You as well!” And with that, and a click of the button, you hung up the call and let out a loud sigh of relief as you practically melted against the seat you were in. Finally, there was an opportunity SOMEWHERE and you did not plan on screwing this one up. Glancing at your phone again for the time, a smile cracked across your face. Perhaps things were finally about to turn around. Oh, you’d have to tell Trey when he was done with work! Oh but that would be a few hours, since it wasn’t even noon yet. Well, it would be soon, but the shop didn’t close til around 6pm. So for now, with new wind in your sails, you sat back up and went back to your laptop and continued to send out applications and check for any messages or notifications back from anyone. You knew you had to keep going because an interview doesn’t exactly mean you’re hired yet, so you’d have to keep casting your line for fish until you officially get the ‘You’re Hired!’ news.

Still, you were excited to see where this goes.

— A Few Hours Later —

Since you had known Trey for so long, you were allowed to stick around when they closed since they knew you were waiting for them. Once he was done cleaning up the counter, you saw a blur of pastels and green come slide in front of you. “So… I saw you got a call, any good news?” The young man asked, a gleam in his eyes. He was hopeful for you too, and he wanted to know all about it, too. He was a bit of a Nosy Rosy, of course!

“Mm! I got a call back from that big aquarium in the center of the city! I have an interview for them tomorrow!” “Oh. Well uh, good luck!” He seemed surprised. “I’m sure you’ll nail it.” With a placid smile upon his face, but something was the slightest bit off about it. You didn’t seem to notice due to being absolutely over the moon about your news. “I’m hoping this is the start of a bunch of return calls and emails. I know one interview doesn’t mean I’m going to get the job, but hey! It’s a step in the right direction, right?” “Mm. That it is. I do hope you get more offers, I’m sure there’s better positions out there for you, they just haven’t gotten a chance to look at you yet.” He said with a bit of a pleasant lilt to his tone to make it seem like he wasn’t worried or anxious. Again, you didn’t notice it. “So! You got any plans tonight? Or are you on babysitting duty again?” A hopeful gleam in your eyes, since you wanted to sort of “celebrate” with your friend, but he seemed to deflate with a little sigh. “Yeah, I’m on babysitting duty tonight. Sorry. My parents wanted to go to this show for months now and I told them I’d keep an eye on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tonight.” This caused you to bust out LAUGHING at how he just roasted his younger siblings. “HA! They sure do eat like them too! Gonna make sure they scrub their teeth real good, huh?” “Oh yeah. Who knows how they’ve been doing it without me there. They roll their eyes everytime I come over, but they can’t say no to their loving, doting big brother.” He chuckled fondly at the memory of his siblings all collectively groaned everytime he would say it was time to brush their teeth. Trey always made it like an olympic event, his one brother even said he could be a “Dental Athlete” with how fast and thorough he was with brushing his teeth.

“Well, I suppose I should get out of your hair so you can close up and head over to the Turtles, haha.” You laughed as you began to pack up your laptop and secure everything with what you came with. Sliding out from your chair, you made sure your little station was clean and even wiped it down with a napkin, cupping the crumbs in your hand and bringing it over to the trash can. Trey wiped down the table lastly and walked with you to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” As you met with him at the door, you looked up to those golden eyes who seemed to hold something behind them you didn’t notice. “Mm. I’ll text you, too. Just be careful, okay? Don’t be getting into any trouble. And be good at the interview. And uh, (Y/N)?” He paused his sentence, causing you to tilt your head. He had to think for a second before he inhaled and looked away, thinking for a split second before he turned to look back at you. “If it doesn’t work out, don’t force it. I’ve learned that uh… well, sometimes you really dodge a bullet if things don’t work out.” This threw you off, but you sort of understood what he meant? Just don’t push it at the job interview. Some jobs aren’t fit for you…. Or at least, that’s how you interpret it. Still, you nodded and cracked a little smile to him. “Alright. I won’t force it, but I’ll do my best! Thank you, Trey. You truly are a wonderful friend. May I have a hug?” You asked with open arms. You always loved his hugs.

“Of course you may. Be safe, I’ll talk to you later.” And the young man came forward and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in for one soft, warm hug. He smelled like lemon from all the tarts he made today. Squeezing your arms around his back and placing your flat palms on his shoulder blades, you returned the hug with a big smile on your face. You could just hear his heartbeat just a little bit before you pulled away. “Alright. Good night Trey. See you later.” And with a little nod, you reached to place your hand on the door and pressed outwards to exit the shop. With a little hop in your step, walking back to your apartment seemed more optimistic than most days.

And as you left, Trey closed the shop door and looked on with a furrowed look on his face, frowning as he sighed and turned the sign on the door to ‘closed’.

Perhaps some things are better off not coming true.

// Notes: Heeeeyyy! Sorry it took so long for this short little chapter to come out! I had written half of it out but got really stuck and unmotivated for a bit there, but then I got back into it! So here's a little Trey for all your Heartslabyul lovers ;)

I hope you all enjoy it! And thank you all for the support on my first fanfic in years!!! I really appreciate it!

#twst #twisted wonderland #fanfic #waves #trey clover #mafia au #trey clover/mc #yuu #mc #trey clover/yuu #post modern college au

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