#i had to repost bc tag is broken

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LIPS OF AN ANGEL | MM19

PAIRING: mason mount x wolff!reader ; a bit of george russell x wolff!reader

DETAILS & WARNINGS: profanities, mentions cheating/infidelity, mason's anger is totally understandable, y/n's a bit of a bitch(? idk towards the end tho), rushed ending bc i really wanted to end this hahahah, also not proofread and tons of dialogues ahhahah

WC: 4k

A/N: i apologize for uploading this soo late 😭 i had writers block for a long while :< anyway, enjoy reading!

TAGGED: @i83andrew @pleasantducktimetravel

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

now, four months have passed since you’ve broken up with mason (or at least that was what your letter stated). in those months, mason finds himself longing for you. the man often finds himself up most nights, sleeping so late and waking up so early to head to training and other prior schedules he has every day.

mason would not deny it; that if someone were to ask if he had tried contacting you, your dad and even your stepmum. the couple would always say that they don’t know your whereabouts, but deep inside, he knows they know and knowing you, you were probably the one who asked them not to tell him. the first month was the hardest, he tried calling you every night and every chance he got while on his schedule. he was waiting for your voicemail greeting to play just to hear your voice and after that, he’d record what he wanted to say. a mixture of i love you’s, i miss you’s and please come back. 

it wasn’t easy with you as well. you missed mason and you missed the days where it was just the two of you in your own little world. if you could only go back in time, you’d never leave the house during the night of your fight and maybe this never would’ve happened. you missed seeing mason on the other side of the bed; you weren’t a morning person but whenever there’s a chance that you wake up before him, you’d watch him sleep and listen to his gentle snores while you lightly trace his beard with the tip of your finger. you missed snuggling to him during cold mornings, you missed the lazy make-outs because he couldn’t get his hands off of you, you missed him whispering sweet nothings in your ear after you wake up. you missed mornings with mason, too bad you can no longer relive those moments.

though you can’t help that every time you wake up, you have that thought that you could go back to london, you could return his calls, you could return back to mason and restart your relationship. but every time you do think of doing those things, you’re reminded of what you did. all those lies you’ve told him, and those days where you were away and sleeping with another man. 

going back to the man you’ve hurt seems such a foolish thing to do, and you know the people around mason wouldn’t allow such a thing. though you may think that mason would have the same thinking as the others, he sometimes does not. he wanted to risk it all again with you, he wanted to try and fix it with you. all he wanted is you and you alone.

going back to mason is something that you want to do but wouldn’t do. and on the fourth month, 5 day mark, mason had revealed his month long relationship with a model, lia mendes.

honey, why you calling me so late?

it’s kinda hard to talk right now. 

honey, why you crying, is everything okay?

i gotta whisper cause i can’t be too loud.

you stood in your living room filled with moving boxes, susie and toto were outside while jack was napping inside your bedroom. all you could do was sigh. it felt so weird moving into a new apartment–let alone moving to the southeast corner of france. monaco was a lovely place to live in, knowing that your father lives here (though he travels most of the time), the fact that you live nearby brings you some sort of relief, safety and comfort. though, as many people have said, you disappeared off the face of the earth for a few months, you’ve lived your life quietly with your mum for a while as you wait for the situation with mason to die down.

you were in a rush when you left london the night you told mason you were just going to the store. you left without even taking a second look, not even an ounce of thought. sure, it was a wrong move—a dumb decision as well, but you wanted to run away from all the mistakes you’ve made. you wanted to escape. leave everything you have to the place you once loved—now a place you dread the most. it was not the easiest decision either, but it was the only solution that you could think of.

the night you left mason, you didn’t go to the store. instead, you met george. again, a clandestine meeting. you messaged george when you were a few blocks away from his place, which is why you met a furious brit.

“have you lost your mind, kid?” he says, god you hated that nickname. it was the nickname that toto knew george gave you and became the hint that you and the driver are close. “she could’ve caught me! she could’ve seen your bloody message! why did you want to see me—”

“i told him, george. he–he probably saw the letter by now because i left a few hours ago.”

the driver’s eyes widened, definitely not the sentence he was not expecting to hear from you. suddenly, he didn’t know what to do or say. george tried to pull you in his arms, but you were quick to push him away. “this… george! this is exactly why we need to stop what’s between us!” you said, “i can’t believe i’m saying this but i regret everything that happened between us. i regret taking advantage of mason and carmen. i hate how i know that dad will be so disappointed in me. so please, let’s stop this… we can’t keep hurting and breaking the trusts of the people around us.” 

your voice cracks by the end of the last sentence, you could feel george staring at you but you kept your gaze on your feet. no strength to look at his eyes because you know that this man would do anything just to make you stay. 

“but baby—”

from calling you kid to baby—you hated it. you felt disgusted. you needed to end it.

“no, george. no buts.” you cut off, “i have to go. i… i wish you all the best.”

you walk back to your car, locking the doors in case george runs after you. again, without looking back, you drive away. leaving the confused brit in the empty street.

and even though you ended things with george that night, he hadn’t stopped calling and texting you—afraid that you might say anything about your relationship to others, even with friends and family. all he ever cared about was his reputation, he was scared. after all, he was doing great with mercedes the past season and a scandal with his boss’ daughter would put him through hell. 

now, you were left alone in this apartment overlooking the beauty of monaco. you sat on your balcony with a glass of wine sitting on the table, feeling the breeze of the mediterranean sea. oh you missed mason. you haven’t heard anything from him since you two broke up. 

and maybe it was the number of wine in your system that you ended up dialing his number, the one you’ve deleted yet can’t seem to forget as you knew it by heart. no matter how hard you try to forget about it. it kept on ringing and ringing, and you tried to re-dial once it ended due to the exceeding minute. 

on the fifth try, you finally heard his voice. 

“hello?”

you know that feeling when you’ve spoken to your high school crush for the very first time, your heart drops and your stomach is filled with butterflies to the point where you don’t know what to say? that is exactly what you felt when you heard mason’s voice after months.

“hello?” he repeats, “is this a prank call? ‘cause this is the fifth time you called and i might need to block your number–”

“masey.”

you heard sounds of bed rustling followed by a door closing, you assumed that he was already in bed and was fast asleep. after all, it was already midnight. “y/n?” and that’s when the tears started to roll in, god how you missed that voice. “are you crying? is everything alright?” his voice was quiet.

“y-yeah, just…” you sniffed, “just missing you and i think it has something to do with this stupid wine.”

“sorry, i’ve got to whisper. m-my girlfriend’s asleep,”

“oh.” you wiped your tears, you only found out that mason was dating someone now. “i’m sorry, i should’ve known. god, i’ll hang up–”

“no!”

well, my girl’s in the next room

sometimes i wish she was you

i guess we never really moved on

it’s really good to hear your voice saying my name

it sounds so sweet

“she’s in the other room anyway, we can continue talking.” he continued, “h-how have you been? i’ve seen photos of jack on susie’s instagram, may have had a glimpse of you spending time with them in her stories. have you gone karting with jack recently?”

you chuckle, chugging the remaining wine on your glass before responding. “i-i stayed with them for a month, i stayed with my mum as well, after our… well, you know. i’ve accompanied jack while dad and susie are busy. you know, the season has already started and susie is busy with the f1 academy. i was vacant for a month, but i’ve started working again–i’m talking too much, you should really hang up, mason.”

“you know, it’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, y/n.” mason said, “it-it really sounds so sweet.”

“we should really stop, mason.”

you heard him scoff on the other end of the line, “it’s so funny that you’re the one saying that, i’m not the one who called in the first place, y/n.”

“i know, and i only found out that you were dating someone tonight. y-you should be with her, you shouldn’t be talking to your ex who… who cheated on you tonight. she deserves better.”

“i guess we never really moved on, y/n.” he replied, “i–”

“goodbye, mason. good night.”

coming from the lips of an angel

hearing those words, it makes me weak

and i never wanna say goodbye

but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

with the lips of an angel

mason couldn’t sleep that night and had trouble waking up, which was the reason why lia, so early in the morning, was mad as her boyfriend was sleeping so deep and no matter how hard she tried to wake him up, she just couldn’t. lia was running late for a schedule that mason had promised to come with her as their break for the season had begun. 

“masey, i’m running super late. my manager is about to burst, can’t you please move much faster?” she said, in a mixture of annoyed and calm voice. “didn’t we go to bed at the same time last night? why do you look like you haven’t at all?”

“because i haven’t slept,” he answered directly.

“why?”

“just… nothing. let’s go.”

the couple exited mason’s house, lia practically sprinted to mason’s car and sat on the front seat. masey, that was the nickname most people call him but now, he only wanted to hear your voice call him that and nobody else. when you say his name, it sounded like it came from the lips of an angel. it made him weak most of the time. 

lia had arrived a half an hour late, her manager was already glaring at mason and immediately separated the couple. while lia was doing her photoshoot, leaving mason alone, he realised that he never wanted to break up with you, even if you admitted what had happened between you and george, or maybe he was just thinking about it as you’ve spoken last night. maybe he just missed you. he did miss you. 

what’s fucked up is that he thought he finally moved on from you, that he was ready to commit to a new relationship. he knew that when he and lia were testing the waters, a month before they officially dated. he has told himself several times that he was over you, yet here he is. reminiscing all the memories you’ve shared the past years you two were together after that phone call. you were making it hard for him to be faithful.

as he was waiting, mason was on his phone when he received a notification of an invite to attend another f1 race with red bull. this time, it was in barcelona. he remembered the last time you and he went to monaco, a weekend to remember indeed. 

“we’re going to be separated for almost the whole day, baby” you laugh, putting on your dress as mason shoves his phone into his pocket. “it’s going to be so weird because you’ll be at the red bull garage, and i’ll be at mercedes!”

“hey, i can still go there, you know? plus we’ll see each other around the paddock.” he replied, walking behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “besides, your dad loooves me. i’m sure he’ll understand that this is for work and publicity.”

you smiled, zipping your dress up and turned to face him. mason pursed his lips, signifying that he was asking for a kiss. you giggled, and eventually leaned in to connect your lips together. when you pulled away, you put your hand on his face and ran the pads of your thumb on his beard–the one you loved doing after you two kissed every time.

“you, sir… look so handsome with your outfit.” you compliment, he was wearing his chequered rhude shirt over some white shirt. you leaned in again for another kiss, deepening it–only pulling away when you heard your phone ring. “okay, before things escalate, i have to go. dad’s calling.”

“your dad’s such a cockblocker.” he teased, earning a slap on the arm from you. “i’m just kidding! i’ll see you when i see you at the paddock.”

mason remembered how he stole a kiss every time you crossed paths at the paddock or at the pit lane during his walk. a lot of people saw and took pictures and videos of it, posting it on social media. that video was trending in the world of f1 and football for a few days before dying down. he remembered seeing tweets and posts on instagram, saying they were jealous of your relationship. he remembered the two of you having dinner at toto and susie’s place, how he was teased by you and jack (toto eventually joined) throughout dinner as he went as red bull’s guest and not mercedes. he remembered lying with you on the deck of a rented yacht, under the sun, enjoying the monte-carlo air.

on the other side of europe, you are woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. you were taking your afternoon siesta before returning back to your home office to continue working, and whoever was calling you in the middle of your nap, may they stub their toe on some furniture. tired, you reached out for your phone and answered the call without looking at the screen.

“hello?” you groggily said, “whoever you are, you’ve interrupted my siesta and i may hate you for that.”

“well, hello to you, my daughter.” your father’s voice rang through your ears. “and i’m sorry if i interrupted your nap, but would you be so kind and open your front door please?”

“what?”

“open the door, i’ve been out here for almost fifteen minutes.”

and off you went to your front door, toto was greeted by a grumpy daughter whose eyebrows were furrowed. you looked at your father, “what are you doing here, dad?”

“no ‘hallo, vater’? no ‘how are you doing, dad?’. none?” he joked, entering your place as you made way for him and closed the door. “okay, i will be quick. come with us to barcelona this weekend.”

your eyes widened, “what? i have work, i can’t just leave.”

“your brother told me that you have a flexible work schedule, that you’re allowed to bring your work everywhere you go.” your dad replied.

“theodore wolff, that little bitch.” you cursed under your breath, you couldn’t help but facepalm with what your brother just did. “dad–”

“i know that tone, y/n wolff.” toto stopped you from continuing your sentence, “come on, it’ll be just like the old days! except your brother isn’t here because his finals week aligned with the weekend in barcelona.”

you bit your lip, making a decision as your father can be impatient. if you go to the race, the possibility of running to george is high–no matter how much effort you exert on avoiding the man, you simply can’t as he is, of course, a driver for mercedes. but, it’ll be good for you as well! you haven’t gone to spain for years, a change of environment and working outside of your home office may be good for you as well. you work only on weekdays, and you’ll be free for the rest of the weekend so you wouldn’t think of work that much in case.

“okay fine, i’ll go with you. when’s the flight?” 

“tonight.”

“TONIGHT?! dad, a little heads up would’ve been nice!”

“i’m sorry, pack your bags and we’ll pick you up by 8.” toto said, planting a kiss on your head. “i’ll go now, we’ll see you later!”

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on saturday morning, arriving at the paddock with your father, a lot of people approached you by the entrance. some asked for pictures, some for autographs (which you didn’t quite understand), and some were nice enough to greet you. to say that you’re nervous is an understatement. you were returning to the paddock, you’re about to see george, his fiancée–the people you've been avoiding for months were in barcelona with you. you opted to stay in your hotel since your arrival in spain, finishing all the work you have left before proceeding with your weekend. as you walk to the paddock with toto, you could feel your palm sweat and your stomach turn the more you get closer to mercedes’ garage. 

“word is, footballers are in red bull’s garage.” you overheard one of the mechanics upon entering the garage. the word football made you even more nervous than you already were.

“oh come on, mate. i think i’ve seen a few yesterday! that’s old news!”

“i haven’t seen any yesterday but so far, i’ve seen james, felix, chilwell–” please don’t tell me mason is here. “–and mount. just last year they were in monaco, weren’t they?”

the other mechanic nodded his head. mason is here. breathing the same air as you, probably a few metres away from you even. i knew this was a bad idea. you thought to yourself.

“you look like you saw a ghost.” said your father after speaking to the engineers.

you shook your head, “well, i think i’m about to see one today.” you joked, “i-uh, i’ll go out to find something to drink.”

toto raised an eyebrow, a bit unsure of your change of behaviour but you gave him a smile and reassured that you’ll be back. “alright, just…be back before quali, alright?”

you nodded your head and exited the garage. walking around the paddock like you were a normal guest, someone who just wants to enjoy the weekend. but it’s hard when people recognize you as toto wolff’s daughter, and as much as you try to stay away from the crowd, people still approached you. little did you know, someone has spotted you.

“oi, mason!” ben called his teammate, walking towards the man who’re talking with the other players. “guess who i saw walking around the paddock?”

“who?”

ben took a step closer to the younger, whispering your name. mason felt his heart skip a beat, realising the same thing you’ve thought about just a few minutes ago: you were here, breathing the same air as him.

it's funny that you're calling me tonight

and, yes, i've dreamt of you too

and does he know you're talking to me?

will it start a fight?

no, i don't think she has a clue.

needless to say, you were good at hiding. mason had presented the pirelli pole position award to max, he wanted to know if you were there to see him next to the driver. but as he scanned the sea of crowd, you were nowhere to be found. after the qualifying, you returned back to your hotel–reasoning that you were exhausted and had a headache. as soon as you were back, you changed clothes and plopped yourself on the bed. but it wasn’t so soon when your phone started ringing, a number you once called.

“hello?”

“a little birdie told me that you were in the paddock today.”

you sighed, closing your eyes but held the phone close to your earshot. “was it ben?”

“you know it. he’s always liked you–in a platonic way, i mean.”

silence followed right after he had mentioned ben, you were exhausted to even reply. 

“y/n–”

“it’s so funny that you’re calling me tonight, mason.” you said, “i assumed the night i called you, you would’ve blocked my number.”

“you know i would never do that. we’ve been together for a long time, y/n.”

“i must be living in your head, mason.”

mason scoffed on the other end of the line, “well, i wasn’t thinking of you until the night you called.” he replied, “and yes, i’ve dreamt of you too.”

you jolted up from the bed when you heard a knock on the door, with the phone on the other hand you made your way to the door. you didn’t even bother looking through the peephole to see who was knocking on your door late in the night, you just assumed it was your dad. promptly, you opened the door–lo and behold, mason mount was standing in front of you. unable to speak, you still held your phone by your ear and stared at him, him and his stupid smile. mason was the one who ended the call and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“hi,” he said, “it’s been a few months, y/n.”

“how did you–what are you–i’m so confused right now.” you expressed, about to shut the door but mason was quick enough to stop you. “what do you want, mason?”

“does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?” he asked, completely ignoring your question and welcomed himself inside your room, shutting the door close. “george. does george know?”

“i called it off with him the night i left a letter for you, mason. i went to his place and i ended things with you both at the same time.”

mason scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “wow,” he exclaimed, “george had the in-person “break-up” and all i got is a stupid fucking letter?”

“mason–”

“that is bullshit, y/n. pure bullshit.” mason barked, “all this time, george got the closure that i should’ve had. me–y/n, i was the one you dated for a long time and all i fucking got is a lousy letter about the truth of your affair with george?”

“i was supposed to, mason!” you yell back, “i was supposed to tell you, but the timing just wasn’t right.”

“and you thought lying straight to my face when i asked you about it, was okay?” you were about to answer, but mason was already rushing to the door. when he was about to exit, he said: “i went here thinking i could finally get the closure i needed, but fuck, was i wrong about this.”

you scoff, “that’s on you, then. you come running to the girl who cheated on you.” you said, “does lia know that you’re still hung up on your past? because i don’t think she has a clue.”

ynwolff

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ynwolff so many familiar faces here in spain 🇪🇸 here’s a little dump of my weekend here 🤓

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yourbffsig oh i know who those familiar faces were 😉

ynwolff 😂 stop

yourbffsig we’re going to a party tonight after what happened, we need to get wasted!!

ynwolff as long as i make it back home on time and alive, let’s gooo

mercedesamgf1 glad to have you back in the garage, y/n! 🐺

ynwolff glad to see the team secure a double podium, thank you for having me! 🖤

mercedesamgf1 a great weekend indeed!

yourmomsig missing you so much, sweetheart! hope you enjoyed x

ynwolff miss you too mum ❤️

theowolff what about me 😓

ynwolff miss you too dumbass 🙄 you’re the reason why i went so you should’ve been with me, i could’ve avoided an unexpected circumstance hahahah

theowolff if only school let me 💀 but hey, at least you ‘enjoyed’

ynwolff i’m blocking you!!

user1 OMG SHES IN THE PADDOCK WHAT IF SHE SAW OR TALKED TI MASE IM DELULU (ALSO TOTO ON THE LAST SLIDE? LMAO)

user2 stop with these assumptions I BEG YALL

user3 people should learn how to stfu im being fr rn

user4 that’s toto’s reaction when he read your comment

user2 also the cryptic messages HELLO ?? i dont think they saw each other or if they did, it probably didn’t go so well

user3 you’re onto something babes 👀

masonmount

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masonmount thank you redbullracing and jodieporter8 for everything!

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liamendes meu belo homem 😩🫶 i love you!

— ❤️ by masonmount

redbullracing THANK YOU!! 🫶

user5 when i tell yall this man is so FINE 🤌🏻

user6 this man is scrump-DILLY-tious

user7 yall CALM DOWN

user8 mason did something happen between u and y/n bc her posts have some sort of cryptic hints and i kinda wanna know whats going on tnx (jk hahaha love u both)

user9 HELPPP me too 😓 like what does her bff mean when she said “whag happened” and y/n saying “unexpected circumstance” LIKE GIVE ME SOMETHING??? A TEA PERHAPS???

user10 currently dying to know what the fucj happened in barcelona

#mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount angst #football instagram au #football x reader #football imagine #football angst #football x you #football x y/n

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Aww yes, it’s a DTIYS

(This is a repost because the tags might be broken and I’m testing whether it was just that post or something)

Yee thanks for 300 followers :]!! I've always had fun doing other people's dtiys, and I wanted to do one of my own!!

(Sorry if the colours are too bright, I'm putting a desaturated edit under the cut as well as a version without the background)

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There will be prizes for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd places (and potentially drawing requests for any runners up!)

1st - fully shaded drawing of an oc or characterof your choice (doesn't have to be Ninjago)

2nd and 3rd (they get same prize bc yeah) colored drawing of an oc or character of choice (doesn't have to be Ninjago)

(Further details will be discussed with winners, warning, I'm not sure how fast l'Il do the rewards so we'll see how it goes )

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Deadline is 26th of October - so two weeks from now!

(Might change depending on what happens lol)

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Tag with #spicyicydtiys300 in submissions and just to be safe @me also. If I don't reblog ur post in 2 days pls msg me!!

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Feel free to be as creative as you like, and have fun!!!

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Explanation on the actual drawing + extra images below cut

Low saturated version and non background versions.

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So the image is from my Ninjago s11 rewrite, and if you're confused by the plant pot then I suggest checking the end of this post (read from corruption). That was totally not a shameless ploy to lure you into my rewrite aha, but I thought the dtiys should be relevant to something on le blog!

I don't think there's an easy way of explaining the plant plot apart from reading the rewrite, but essentially, in the rewrite, Zane is fully conscious when becoming the ice emperor, but after experiencing a lot of emotional turmoil, he resorts to trying to keep him and everyone safe by freezing everyone and have their consciousness roam an empty void in their minds. Zane's innocent feelings are here, whilst the ice emperor acts as a cold exterior shell that hunts for other people in the realm to "protect". The plant pot holds a frosted over sapling for a traveller's tree, which Zane had been tending to inside his mind (and it's like a metaphor for spring or something). Yeah!

#this is a repost #spicyicydtiys300 #ohhhhh boy bc tumblr doesn’t allow to select all the text at once on a post I had to screen shot and select from there #and then remove the extra lines #tedious #ninjago #lego ninjago #art #fanart #digital art #dtiys #ninjago dtiys #Ninjago zane #ninjago ice emperor #300 followers #tw: bright colors #tw bright colors

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broken | c.s (04)

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a/n: have to repost this completely bc the tags would not work on the first post no matter what. if formatting is messed up its bc i lit just copy pasted

you have told yunho that there is no way you're going to waddle into yeosang's presence and beg for his help like a peasant, just because you got a sixty-eight percent on your first exam. that's almost a passing grade.

that you'll just study more and hopefully score better on the next one--or, like any other college students, look it up online for extra help. but he was immensely against it, saying you are not financially secure at the moment to be giving away twenty dollars a month for some subscription.

which, if you're to be honest, you'd rather be living on ramen noodles and water for an entire month to make up for the extra cash than to humiliate yourself like that in front of yeosang.

but yunho being the good boy he always is--genuinely and truly caring for you, he had asked him against your wishes, and to say you were surprised when yunho had told you he said yes, is an understatement.

"i feel pathetic," you voice upon seeing the cafe from a distance.

that's if anything can even be more pathetic than the score you got despite studying days and nights.

maybe if your professor isn't so busy with the other group of students fighting for their grades; his office hours all filled up, you wouldn't be in the current predicament.

"you're overreacting. he's happy to help," yunho assures.

happy to help? as in, sincerely doing this because he wants to? or because he sees it is the perfect opportunity to get under your skin again--like every other time where his words felt like bullets.

even the air of the cafe is already taunting as you both enter.

yeosang is quick to notice the new arrivals, his head shooting up from his book and eyes not landing on yunho but yours. amusement all over them as he occupies a seat far in the back.

"have fun," yunho whispers from beside you, and if he isn't as good-natured as you know him to be, you'd think he's setting you up judging by the tone.

"you're not going to walk me over there?" you snap to him, anxiety in your expression.

he returns a chuckle.

"he's just yeosang, y/n. not a disease or a rabid dog. you're a big girl, i'm sure you can do it."

you scoff and roll your eyes, keeping your gaze trained ahead.

"well, if you're going to drag me into this against my will, shouldn't--"

you turn to where he was originally but he's already gone; the cafe door clinking, only to catch him outside the glass window bidding you a goodbye with a smirk on his lips.

freaking yunho.

usually in cases like this, you embrace your naturally timid nature--whether that's turning your feet back around or acting aloof, but there's something very provoking about kang yeosang.

well, that and the fact that yunho made it blatantly known that you did not do very well, so it'll be even more embarrassing if you have tried putting on such a pretense act.

you accept your fate after all, taking a seat opposite of him that makes one of his eyebrows quirk up.

"are you really going to sit there?" he speaks up

"obviously," you answer dryly, barely able to get one of the straps of your backpack off before he snarks back.

"how am i going to help you pass the class when you're an ocean away from me."

there it is. the yeosang you know. not the one that yunho and mingi always talk so kindly about, swearing he's the offspring of saint mary.

in your head, the desired outcome would be cursing him out since you didn't even ask for any of this, so you don't have to take his shit.

but... there's a more rational part that's echoing its voice and telling you to just hold onto that patience a little longer for a friend who only wants the best for you.

you release a heavy sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance--you can do that at least.

getting up to migrate, it takes everything in you to keep the composure when a smirk conjures up on him. must be so satisfying to see you so weak and powerless.

your phone is the first to go on the table before you sit down completely next to the window that displays the sight of many students passing by.

your eyes stay on your phone for a second too long before prying away to meet yeosang's obnoxious ones.

"you're going to have to pull up the exam so i can see what questions you missed."

you don't object or make a show, only compliantly pull out your laptop to navigate to the school's site and your classes, opening up the exam the class took online a week ago.

he squints his eyes, leaning in closer so he can get a better view.

you're frozen in the position, trying to not snap a neck or a turn head because he's so close and you don't know why the hell your heart's doing flip at the proximity.

it doesn't help when he stays like that for too long, fingers taking over your laptop to scroll down till the last question.

a nervous gulp travels down your throat, finally relaxing itself when yeosang pulls away, causing a light gush of wind to form, his scent brimming your nose but fades shortly after.

he doesn't smell of anything strong or artificial. you can only assume it's his natural scent, much fitting for a guy like yeosang. he doesn't seem like the kind to impress... unlike san.

a guy like san, he always dresses to impress, always carry a strong, artificial scent that smells expensive, and his hair is always nicely slicked back--probably with some kind of gel or something that he also invested a lot in--

"how do you not know what applications are?" yeosang's voice is the one to bring you back.

"huh?" you're completely out of loop.

"question four. you got it wrong."

"some of the answers were too similar to one another," you defend.

"if you were paying attention or even studied a little, the answer is quite obvious, actually."

you grimace and already, there's a trail of heavy breathing as you try to contain the brewing temper.

"i did study!" you hiss, keeping the volume only loud enough for him to hear.

it's not your fault your professor had worded the answers so stupidly alike to one another. you're pretty sure both microsoft word and something like setup.exe are examples of applications.

if all yeosang's going to do is berate you, you just might break your own code of conduct and offer an apology to yunho later.

he doesn't have much of a reaction, only shake his head and moves the topic along.

"did you bring your textbook?"

you just nod, afraid that if you actually speak, you will say something that will lead to regret later.

"okay. then we'll just go over some of the chapters again."

you still have to offer your perspective, though--not like you're ever going to be right.

"can't we just cover the newer chapters? it's not like i can even retake the exam." you cross your arms.

"yes, but, the final is comprehensive, so it's best if you get a better grasp of the materials now rather than later."

you badly want to roll your eyes, but it's not even worth trying to argue back. he's not getting paid, after all. but gods know why he even agreed in the first place.

before rummaging your backpack for the book, you steal a quick glance at your phone screen that has yet to light up with any new messages, unfortunately.

"code is a series of instructions, and each instruction is an operation--"

a feeling of relief washes over, after managing to finish your first ever interview somewhat normally; the lady offering you a farewell and saying you should be hearing back in a few weeks.

y/n: just got done with the interview :)

san: really?! how did it go?

y/n: okay i think. she said they'll call me back in a few weeks, so there's some hope lol

san: you'll get a call for sure!

y/n: i hope to

san: i'll pick you up 😋

y/n: oh you don't have to. i can take a cab

san: i'm already on my way 😎 we can... celebrate

you don't really know what he means by celebrate, but you're just overjoy to be seeing him again if you're to be really honest that you do in fact want him to pick you up.

ever since thursday, aside from a few flirty texts and reminders of the interview, he didn't really bring up ever doing anything together again. and you're too much of a coward to try initiating anything because then, it'll give away that he's all you've been thinking about.

the conversation in the car is surprisingly casual--all as if he wasn't on top of you with his fingers deep in your pussy a few days ago.

he asks more about the interview and you answer, attempting to reframe from staring at him too much, but it's nearly almost impossible.

he just looks so clean and sharp in his signature hairstyle, that brown zip shirt, and those beach pants as he accelerates in those sneakers.

in the pitched blackness of the evening, even he glows. he's bright and he's tempting, your eyes unable to look away faltering when he catches you in the middle of being starstruck.

he giggles, and it's that melodic sound that pulls you away from the light and back into the dimness of the night.

maybe if you weren't so blinded, you would have realized sooner than later that he brought you to his complex and not the dorms.

"and programs are comprised of millions--are you even listening?"

"what?" you meet yeosang's unamused gaze. "of course i am."

he sighs and flips the book at least two pages back.

"okay, then summarize what i told you just now." he relaxes against the table, one palm on the side of his face and attention burning a hole in your forehead.

"uh--" but a sound from your phone has you turning head to it so fast, it's a miracle your neck is still intact at this point.

but you're only met with disappointment when you see it is not from the one person you are expecting. just a stupid reminder from your phone plan about bills being due soon.

the frown on you doesn't go unnoticed by yeosang, him raising another brows in return when an idea comes along.

"hey!" you protest, at him suddenly snatching your phone and shoving it into the back pocket of his pants.

"i didn't think i'd have to improvised rules, but it seems like i'm gonna have to. rule number one: no phones allowed," he says sternly, and you can only look at him with horrified eyes.

"b-but--"

"--no exception. come on, y/n. this isn't high school. you can play the waiting game with lover boy when you get home."

your expression twists in anger. maybe later, you can just buy yunho a box of his favorite donut flavors and tape an apology note to it.

"this is stupid. i don't even want to be here." you sulk, just like a child throwing a tantrum.

"that makes two of us," he adds on, casually sitting up and going back to the book like nothing. "so if you just work with me, this will be over a lot faster."

but you're still not one-hundred percent convinced.

"why did you even agreed to come? you hate me," you state as if it's a fact.

he chuckles lightly, with you shooting him a daggering glare.

"hate's a pretty strong word."

you shrug.

"well, it's the truth, isn't it?"

there's a quick pause before he speaks again; something in his brain trying to piece together his thoughts.

"to hate is to feel such a passionate, intense dislike for someone. i don't feel that strongly about you... hate or like. so you don't have to worry."

god, he's infuriating. but you almost want to applause him for the attitude; for how he delivered such a line while lacking any kind of emotion.

you stay with him for fifteen to twenty minutes, following along and repeating after him unenthusiastically but at least you're not dozing off.

you get most of the answers right to the questions he'd test you because actually going through the chapters again, you realize how much you have went over the materials it's practically ingrained in your head.

how you managed to fail will remain a mystery.

but you're getting bored and he's going on a really long lecture about a topic you're currently not interested in, and so naturally...

the both of you barely makes it inside his apartment before he swoops you up in a surprise attack, both arms under your butt--and yours, nicely wrapped around his neck as he places you down on one of the kitchen counters.

parting your legs so they can rest at his side, he takes your lips in for a messy kiss; you responding as if your lips were made to take his, though you've only kissed him once--now twice.

his hands grip your thighs with strength, keeping them in the open position they're in while both of yours caress his soft cheeks, using them as a tool to deepen the kiss.

when a guy like san says to celebrate, you can only assume the one thing he's talking about.

he pulls away, breaking the intimate session; both you and him still trying to catch your breaths. he stares at you with hunger, but there's a shine in his eyes that makes him look so innocent at the same time.

"congratulations," he mumbles, settling on a tender smile after. "i knew you could do it."

"thanks, but... she only said she'll call me, i still don't know--"

"--shhh," he shushes you, index finger thumped against your lips. "you're going to get the job, okay?"

your heart flutters at his words, nodding in response.

"good girl," he coos, lifting your chin swiftly to continue where you guys left off. flesh moving on top of flesh and hands all over each other despite your lack of experience of where exactly you should be touching him.

you decide on his shoulders.

it only goes on for another minute until san decides to switch up; a guy like him also unsatisfied in a certain position for too long. he always need something new, sooner or later.

his hot breath trickles down your neck, sinking his teeth in when he finds a spot perfect to mark--show that he did this to you.

he also just loves hearing your moans. pretty and pure moans that makes his cock twitches. his hands find the top of your skirt.

"let's celebrate, princess," he whispers so seductively into one of your ears, you can feel a shiver run through your body.

and though you want him to make you feel so good just like he did last time, it'll be too selfish of you to only take but not give.

"san," you say, putting a cease to his action when you put your hands over his.

he backs off and has a concerned expression on, unsure of what's running through your mind, only watching as you hop off the counter to shrink under him, such a pristine and wholesome look on your face.

'y-you have helped me so much," you mumble but with a sincere tone, probably not fitting for the current scenario. "and... i want to help you in return."

"and how are you going to do that, beautiful?" he fuels the fire, a smirk threatening to break, feeling like he's got you right where he wanted.

your eyes shyly dash down to his pants before moving them back up, a deep blush on your cheeks when he doesn't bother to hide the smirk anymore.

"you want to make me feel good?" he sings, almost in a tone too mellow.

you only nod, refusing to meet his gaze because you're getting flustered, but he laughs a soft endearing chuckle, moving you back by the grip he has on the side of your face, proceeding on the sweet encouragements.

"go ahead, beautiful." he smiles, rubbing small circles on one side of your cheeks.

you gulp. "just to uh... let you know, i've never done this before. it's going to be pretty horrible."

he laughs and shakes his head.

"you're going to do fine, trust me."

now, usually, san likes taking control. he likes being the one in charge; the one who keeps the flow going--whether that's eating a girl out, making her cum with his fingers or fucking her, he likes knowing that they're so weak when under his grasp.

that he can do anything to them and it will be from his own account. he doesn't care much for if they want him to feel good in return. most of them doesn't consider that too much of a thought when they're already near the point of orgasm.

but you... you're so sweet and so obedient just for him, and now you're asking to suck his cock. just knowing he's going to be the first ever cock in your pretty little mouth is already something that makes that sick side of him so smug.

you drop down to your knees, face against the view of his crotch and it takes a moment to process everything; your head all of a sudden trying to recount all events that's happened so far that lead to the current position.

you think about mingi and yunho for a second; how they will feel knowing you kissed a guy you've known for only less than a month, and now about to give your first ever blowjob.

it's crazy.

you start by tugging the top of his pants down, nervous swallowing that can be heard in the quiet space; a sight too fulfulling for someone like san.

the red shade on you darkens once you get it down low enough where you can see his hard cock protruding through the fabric of his boxer. you swallow another gulp.

"slowly, baby. take your time."

a groan escapes him when you free it fully, air hitting his flesh and you never thought you would ever like such a sound, but just now, you realize how much you do.

his decent-sized hard cock staring back; a wave of thoughts hittting you right in the face. how, this is your first time seeing one for yourself, your eyes wide and hanging like the little prude you are.

but temptation trumps any kind of fear or anxiety, one of your hand already around his cock as you sink it inside your mouth, that slight salty taste lingering.

"oh, fuck!" he curses, throwing his head back, one of his hand suddenly latching onto your hair as he indulges in the sensation.

you don't know what the fuck you're doing, but he looks so sexy and it feels so nice to know--

"y/n!" yeosang snaps, taking you out completely from the recap of your first ever blowjob--which, from san's perspective, was probably one hell of a sloppy experience.

"what--yes, i'm here," you attempt, straightening your posture like that's going to make it all better.

"jesus," he exhale, a deep sigh leaving as he slams the textbook shut.

"i was listening, kind of."

he rolls his eyes, the audacity of you to lie in front of his face actually quite triggering.

"sure you were," he says unenthusiastically, tossing your phone onto the table and already grabbing at his bag. "anyways, when you get your head back from the clouds, maybe i might consider taking the time out of my day to help you again."

and he gets up, bag swung over his one of his shoulders and disappearing out the door.

you scoff.

"okay well, he was rude to me, too!" you counter, because it's true. he was.

"he probably was, but good chance it was because you were dozing off and not paying attention in the first place," yunho defend his roommate, who, by now, have told him exactly how it went.

or maybe he didn't. maybe he exaggerated and made you out to be like the biggest bitch on the planet, who knows. you're sure yunho wouldn't have believed it anyways, though he is advocating for his friend pretty hard as of currently.

"i never even asked for his help," you grumble, annoyance seeping into your tone, only to regret it leaving your mouth not even two seconds after.

because yunho was the one who asked him, and he only did it because he cares about you.

"no," you add on, "i didn't mean it like that. just... we don't have the best relationship."

a slight frown overtakes the shape of your lips as you await his response from the other line.

you don't like upsetting yunho, and it's rare to fight--that's to say if you guys ever even fought at all before.

small disagreements, yes. but it never takes too long before one or the other gives in because they feel bad.

mingi on the other hand, is a different story. you would have to really define 'fight' first before you start counting on both of your hands just how many times it's happened.

"don't worry, i understand," he murmurs, voice beginning to chip out. you don't blame him. it's getting late and he must be tired.

"i also hope you don't think i'm scolding you or something. but i think you'll really like him if you give him a chance. that's all i want to say. he went out to wash himself a while ago and might be coming back soon, so i'll talk to you tomorrow."

"goodnight yunho."

"night, y/n. may you have the sweetest dreams only."

you should be used to it by now. that phrase he always tells you right before bedtime; something so yunho and so sweet, but it does always make you giggle every time as well.

the other line goes silent, and you release the phone from your ear, yunho's words still echoing in your head.

you'll really like him if you give him a chance. it's not like you were cruel to him from the start. he was the one to give you the cold shoulder first, and hearing all these good things from your friends make you wonder what is it about you that he has such a dislike for.

you let your head fall back on the pillow, phone screen lighting up your face and a low whine departs, disappointed that it's another day with no signs from san.

you don't expect him to be texting you 24/7 nor do you expect any information about his whereabouts, but you just want something. even just a simple good morning text or a good night.

but the silence from him the past couple of days makes your chest feel just a little heavy, not wanting to think that he's purposely ignoring you, that you're not even worthy of crossing his mind even though you've stripped a part of yourself bare for him.

tucking your phone under the pillow, you close your eyes and allow that feeling to die out, consumed by the lack of sleep and mind that isn't exactly suitable for such an occasion.

you do catch the time on the alarm clock just before you really fall into a slumber, thinking yuna will be back soon and that maybe she can tell you another story of how her night went when you wake up in the morning. those usually make you feel a little better every time.

san texts two days later, telling you he's been busy studying for exams and all that. you never even questioning any possibility of it not being true, because you were also in the same exact situation.

it makes you feel rather silly now. thinking that someone so kind who helped you at a party and now in finding you a job, was not texting because he has some other intentions.

just your natural anxious self feeding doubts into your head.

but you have promised yunho, after a series of conversation, that you will apologize to yeosang.

you're usually one to hold grudges, more so if you feel so strongly about a certain person. but you're also easily persuaded (if that isn't obvious by now), especially when it comes to yunho, all it took was another day for that guilt to fully come into bloom.

after all, yeosang didn't have to come. he didn't have to help you nor take the time out of his day, but he did. and so, you do feel just a little bad about how it went; you being more at fault than his occasional snarky comments.

"hey!" you greet him, like actually greet him; a smile on your face and all, taking the usual seat beside him.

the class isn't that big in population so everyone always sits at the same spot, and though you do want to make amend with yeosang, you're not going to act like you're sitting next to him by choice.

he doesn't say anything, only keeping his chin up and attention on the computer screen in front. he's sulky, that's new. but understandable.

"so... how was your morn--"

you don't even get to finish your sentence, interrupted by your professor's loud voice as he goes over the usual routine--you having no other option than to back out with a pout.

a small smirk graces yeosang's lips, going unnoticed by you.

the rest of the class is spent in agonizing boredom. you like computers, but you're more interested in the gaming aspects of it. the pretty graphics and the joys you get from the entertainment it provides.

not the more technical, complex stuff that you have too little care for. maybe in conclusion, you failing the first exam isn't so much of a mystery.

your attempt of an apology didn't go through the first time, but second time's a charm, which, you find that is not the case either.

"hey," you try again, another smile coating your lips in a way it has never before. "i was thinking." you only slightly turn to put your notebook back inside your backpack. "that we could--"

you're talking to the thin air at this point; yeosang already gone and you only catch a glimpse of his blonde strands until it's completely out of sight.

you sigh.

entry #3

i almost forgot i have this. probably because the past week had been so hectic and everything. i was studying for most of my classes, then prepping for the interview. at least i did okay on the interview and passed most of my exams?! except for one. it's a little embarrassing because it's a course tied to my major, but i swear, i did study. i don't want to go too much into what happened with yeosang, but you (i, myself) should already know what went down. of course, i haven't given up on this little mission of mine. quite funny considering it's yeosang, but i'd like to think i'm doing it for yunho. i have a better plan this time, i think. so i hope it works this upcoming wednesday

~

"the weather is nice today, isn't it?" you try initiating a conversation, having just arrived at your seat.

"not really. too chilly for my liking," he actually replies, much to your surprise but his eyes hasn't moved from the screen.

you scoot your chair in and clasp both your hands together, head turning his way.

"i think it's perfect. a lot better than last mont--"

once again, you're cut short by your professor who has a thing for making your life just all more difficult. but you're going to make it work today. you are.

and, yeosang's already speaking to you again, which is a good sign.

your 'plan' is pretty much packing everything a few minutes before class is over, sneaky gaze toward yeosang's direction and making sure you're a few steps ahead of him at all time.

even when he gets up to exit, you're strolling right behind him, only to block his path when you feel like the area's in the clear.

"hey," you utter, putting a pretty smile on so it'll make you feel a lot less pathetic and desperate that you're trying this hard for kang yeosang.

he raises an eyebrow, an intrigued look on his face but you don't know how to read into it.

"hey?"

"look, about the other day--"

"you're still on that?" he cuts, something amusing in his tone that makes your mouth puckers.

"well, you seemed like you were as well." your comment coming off playful rather than mocking.

he sneers and blinks away.

"please, i'm way too overgrown for that."

"says the one all sulky face on monday," you reply, exceptionally fast.

he locks gaze with you again, another amusement written all over his face.

"just wanted to make your life all much harder," he snide quietly, and you're also fast to give a reaction with a cheeky smile.

"you wouldn't even have to try at all."

a scoff departs him along with a chuckle. "so this is all you wanted to say?"

"that and yunho wanted me to ask you if we can, by any chance, give the whole tutor thing another go." you make sure to put extra emphasis on yunho's name so he'll know that although you're caving, it also isn't completely on your own terms.

"mhmm," he hums, acting aloof as if he's actually thinking about it. "we'll see."

you nod it off, lips drawing a thin line before your attention settles on his hair. or more particularly, something in his hair.

the pink cherry blossom petal laying on top his blonde locks, a little amazing how well the two go together. and maybe if his guts doesn't annoy you so much, you'd even say they perfectly complement each other.

a tiny giggle leaves when you go to rid the petal from his hair, chin titled because he's much taller.

his eyes follow the movements of your hand until it travels down to your own, catching your gaze in his and by the time you have picked the petal, hanging it by the side of his face, you think the blush that emerges from him is easily the same shade.

"you had something in your hair." you wave the petal in your hold before letting it slip away to the ground with the rest of them.

"thanks?" he swallows nervously, and you'll be damned if you're to ever admit that a flustered yeosang is a little endearing.

typically, you'd be in the library or cafe with yunho and mingi at this time, scribbling and doodling away while listening to tales of their godly college experience so far, but there has been a change of plan.

for some reason, they decided that this afternoon would be the perfect time to scramble inside mingi's and wooyoung's tiny dorm and watch a horror movie.

and when you say they, you mean mingi. you honestly don't even know why. he's the biggest scaredy cat ever and can't watch anything remotely scary for shit.

last time he wanted to watch some b-rated film and he couldn't sleep for days after. it wasn't even that scary. was literally just about an evil turkey killing on thanksgiving.

"did you say it's killer clowns from space this time?" yunho repeats, just to be sure he's not hearing things.

"yes," mingi confirms, navigating to a rather suspicious looking website with clumps of ads because he wants to watch it for free and none of you can afford to rent it at the moment.

you await quietly while yunho's scrolling through his phone.

"actually, i think it's free with ads on youtube," yunho enlightens.

"well shit." mingi clicks his tongue, typing into the address bar.

it's a little clustered, the three of you huddled on the floor in between mingi's and wooyoung's beds and with only a small table in front holding mingi's laptop.

if only college dorms came with wide flatscreens as well, life would be a lot easier.

"okay, it's playing, i think..." mingi says, "fuck, why is this shit so slow."

the video just keeps buffering and buffering; no signs of it playing any time soon.

"okay, either this campus has some dogshit wifi or i need a new laptop."

"well, you've had that laptop for years," you comment.

"then you go and get us your new laptop. you know, the one that can run roblox at 60 fps."

"pfft," you blow and yunho laughs in response. "right. the one that overheated and shut down when i was playing the sims."

"okay? at least you got past the loading screen before it crashed. and you should be grateful. i spent a whole summer being berated by my father just to get the extra cash for it."

"no, you got berated because you did a god awful job of dogsitting and the neighbors were cursing your parents' names for weeks after," yunho chips in.

"it's not my fault the animal got out."

"oh yes because it just magically opens the door and gate by itself."

"okay well, i gave it freedom. i doubt that dog saw a speck of sunlight in years. i hate that wretched old hag mrs. han. she's always giving me that look."

"well no shit, you let her dog out," you're the one to say it this time.

"but he came back--and oh would you look at that, the video's finally playing. now both of you please kindly shut the fuck up."

the video plays smoothly, much to all three of your surprises. which leads you to believe mingi's ancient laptop isn't the problem after all.

you wouldn't really say the movie is scary; more so disgusting because of the gore.

"that's fucking gross," yunho comments, expression pinching in from the revulsion.

"sick. whoever came up with the idea for this movie is sick in the head," mingi grumbles. he has both his hands over his face, one eye barely peeking out from in between the small space of his fingers.

"more sick than whoever recommeded we watch this?" yunho fires.

you're about to join in on the fun banter, when a buzz in the pocket of your jeans go off. seeing that the two are rather occupied, you pull it out, thinking it's just going to be a quick check.

your eyes literally about to pop out of its sockets and the beat of your heart seems to have multiplied; breath growing fainter when you see his name.

san: hey :)

you haven't even thought about him at all today, and maybe even barely a little yesterday. because after the monday he texted you, he went radio silent again.

and with the whole yeosang shenanigans, you really did seem to have forgotten. but now that he's announced his existence again, everything comes flooding back all at once.

his sweet words, the position you guys were in a couple days ago, and then the once again, abrupt and short period of silence.

you try to keep from showing any kind of reactions, afraid at least one or if not, both of them will catch on.

it's already bad enough that yunho has stern eyes on san and mingi was just making a comment a few days after the party about how weird san was acting.

you don't like disappointing your friends or going against their wishes, which is why you won't tell them. because if they don't know, then it doesn't apply, which in restropect, sounds a lot worse. because you have never felt like you had to keep something from them before.

"y/n would agree, right y/n?" yunho's voice snaps you back.

"uh--yes!" you attempt to sound like you weren't just dozing off, thrusting your phone back to where you got it from.

"two against one! an evil turkey is way more manageable than a bunch of alien clowns out for blood."

"well at least the clowns doesn't look like someone's burnt dick."

fortunately, the movie finishes within another hour when it's finally evening, and you're fast to pull an excuse like you need to get back to your room to finish up an assignment.

mingi and yunho not even aware at all that you've been telling them small lies just so you can dwell in the attention of a boy who likes to disappear for a few days, and has a knack for making you question things you have never before.

y/n: hey san, i'm sorry for replying so late. i was with mingi and yunho.

you sit at the edge of the bed, staring at the screen so intensely because there's that familiar feeling of butterflies swimming in your stomach, and a curiosity that has you wondering what he has to say.

what's the reason for the sudden text, and that maybe, he just might finally want to do something together. him seeking you out means he's finally thought of you at least.

time flies by steadily but there has yet to be a reply from him.

assuming that you probably took too long and he has found another source of entertainment, you settle your phone on the nightstand with a frown, the back of your head hitting the pillow as you stare up at the ceiling when there's a sudden knock at the door.

you're thinking to yourself that yuna's back awfully early tonight; maybe she's got her hands full and can't rummage for the key. it's happened before.

"welco--" the words get stuck in your throat and your eyes goes wide like an idiot when you see who has shown, and it is not your roommate.

"san?"

he's here, outside your room and looking as good as always; especially when there's dimples decorating his cheeks and he's smiling at you that makes a certain warmth ripple through your chest.

"hey! sorry i wasn't able to reply. was making my way over."

"oh, uh... that's okay."

his smile broadens, gaze sneaking past your shoulder.

"are you alone?" he asks.

you slowly nod, missing the faint smirk crawling onto his lips.

"may i come in?"

you nod again, stepping aside and widening the frame. when he passes by, there's a light alcoholic smell that trickles your nose. you wonder if he was drinking just before he came. but he looks and sounds sober enough.

he's admiring the interior and decorations with hands tucked inside his pockets when you come around to the corner of yuna's bed, a little embarrassed about how contrasting her side is compared to yours.

"i've yet to done anything with it," you mutter.

he turns around and give you a reassuring smile.

"i like it. just exactly my kind of style. simple and easy to the eye."

a low giggle pours from you.

"you could put it like that."

since that wasn't really what you were going for. it's more like 'i'm obviously broke but how can i make this look as decent as possible'.

the air goes quiet for a bit, a tension hanging between the both of you that neither wants to speak of, yet.

"is there something i can do for you?" you bring up. something that drives him all the way to the floor of your room--and to standing in front of you.

but that seems to be the green light; the sign for him to begin taking closer steps toward you, causing your breath to hitch inside your throat. before you know, your back's already in contact with the solid hard wall.

"actually, there is," he mumbles, one arm pinning the wall and hovering over your head. the proximity allowing you to drown in his scent confirms that he's at least a little tipsy. but maybe not completely drunk.

you swallow both nervously but also with some anticipation, because whenever you're with san, he always makes something inside of you so heated; a throbbing feeling in your core that he has a special charm for conjuring.

"you know, beautiful," he whispers, his free thumb swiping over your bottom lip. "i couldn't stop thinking about what we did the last time we were together."

you feel the temperature of your cheeks rising and a pink shade painting over them at such statement. but honestly, who are you kidding. you have been thinking about it, too.

it even got you in trouble with yunho because instead of studying, you were busy thinking about how you sucked san's cock.

"so tell me." he leans closer until his forehead collides with yours, hard eyes boring into your own with something dark and lustful. "have you been thinking about it, too?"

you nod so fast, even san's a little surprised at the immediate response. but ever since he kissed you the first time, and after everything else, it has given you an odd amount of confidence. or at least enough fascination to find out where this will take you.

"i have..."

"fuck," he curses. "i love it when you're straightforward like this."

and he kisses you. just like that. head slanted for better access and given that this is the third time now, you're starting to become a little better at this.

your arms naturally settle around his neck and when he departs with heavy breathing to place small pecks over your jawline, you groan in awe at the sensation.

the back of your spine sinks harder into the wall from how he has you pressed against it. only until he releases himself from the tip of your skin, do you feel a drop of pressure; your chest relaxing a bit.

but that's only for so long before a grunt leaves his mouth because he's lifted your entire body off the flooring and proceeding to throw you onto the mattress of your bed--the cushion submerging when your back meets it.

he climbs on top and you freeze, only able to stare back at him. you won't dare to look at your roommate's side, or her arts and belongings glaring back for doing this with a man in the shared space.

"miss seeing you like this," he says, pressing down to kiss again, and it must've go on for five minutes. your grip in his hair and his hands roaming all over your body, tongue clashing one another like it'll be the last time.

of course, you have no idea what you're fucking doing. just following along san's movements and letting him guide you.

both his palms pin the bed at your side, lips moving away to nibble at your neck, drawing a wet trail as he moves lower and lower till he's face first at your crotch; his hands already at the waistband and ready to strip it off.

he's impatient. so impatient.

"want to return the favor, beautiful," he coos, before he pulls it off with a jerk. thankfully it was loose and not too tightly clasp around you.

you whimper just slightly at the short lasting burn that's soon met with the naked air; you never having felt so exposed before in front of someone. especially not somone like san.

pretty... even your underwear is pretty, he thinks.

"may i?" he asks in a soft tone, your eyes barely holding his from the position, but you do want it. whatever he's about to do.

"yes, san," you answer, even more mellow than his.

he doesn't waste a single second, hands going to rid the undergarment right away by sliding it off; you slightly lifting your body to make the process easier.

he tosses both pieces somewhere you'll worry about finding later, but not right now. especially not with your legs spread and pussy bare in front of him--which makes you incredibly flustered and on the verge of covering your face because it's just a little embarrassing. it being your first time and all.

"shit, y/n," he growls lowly at the sight. "is everything about you always this fucking pretty?"

you're about to say something but a whimper draws out instead when he goes to spread your legs even wider for better access.

"gonna make you feel so fucking good."

you don't get a chance at replying this time either, because he's already shot himself in, head in between your legs and a sloppy wet sensation at your entrance that makes you fold back in building gratification; both your hands immediatly branching out and squeezing the sheet of the bed.

"hmm..." you moan, coming off more like a cry. "o-oh my god, san."

you arch before settling back down on the bed again, the grip on the sheet only getting tighter and you can only imagine the wrinkles that's going to be imprinted.

because san knows how to eat pussy, and he knows how to eat it good.

you don't exactly have anyone else for comparison, but the way his tongue's swirling in your core and there's an oncoming sensation rushing in, is enough as it is.

even he seems to know your own body more than you do. all the right spots to suck, and the exact one where he needs to lay down extra suction.

his arms has found its way around your legs, face buried and delivering such excrutiating pleasure that makes your eyes roll itself and head thrown back, looking up at the ceiling while he devours your part like it's his last meal.

another thought goes over, almost unable to believe it yourself that just first semester into your college experience and this is already happening.

your mind does always seem to flash back to your friends and their stances whenever you do something you think they won't approve of.

but as of lately, you've been doing a lot more of those. especially when it involves someone named choi san.

"nhmmm..." you let out, when his tongue flicks at your clit.

san doesn't stutter even for a second, causing you to go into overdrive from the immense pleasure.

"shit..." the comment leaves you, coming out raspy breath.

his fingers dig into your thighs; all the feelings at the moment overwhelming for someone of your experience, suddenly at the edge and like you're going to combust.

but then, he stops... much to your disappointment.

you peep up, holding yourself down by the elbows to look at him with a frown on your lips while his are a little red and there's messy strands of hair falling over his forehead.

he sits on his knees poking the mattress and looks back with eyes just slightly dark.

"may i fuck you, beautiful?"

a clog plugs up your throat, but you manage to overcome it somehow. the thought scaring you a little, but you do want it.

"y-yes. please fuck me."

and as if he isn't already hard as a rock, he thinks such words leaving you like that only makes it so much worse.

"when you say it like that..." he mumbles, going to unbutton his pants. even with it on, you can see his erection. "it's so fucking sexy."

sexy... that's definitely one you've never heard before.

before he gets it off fully, his hand scrambles for something inside one of the pockets and keeps it in his hold. only until your sight is better adjusted on the item do you realize it's a condom.

his boxer and pants comes off as a pair, sliding down to his knees and kicked off somewhere on the floor--proceeding to tear the packaging with his teeth and that, too, goes with the rest of his clothes.

you watch as he sets the plastic over his size, all you can think about is if you're going to be able to take it.

"tell me if it hurts, okay?" he soothes, and the way it softens you up is not very fitting for the current scene.

you nod, letting your head fall back against the pillow, awaiting that stretching burn as you tighten your lips together.

and a burn it definitely is--as soon as the head of his cock enters, you're already squirming.

"you okay?" he asks, hands gripping your hips.

"y-you can keep going."

the sting is still apparent and naturally, your hands find his, clutching onto it as he opens you up.

"so fucking tight," he curses, just wanting to fuck into you already. but he knows better than anyone that patience does pay off in the end.

you're heavy breathing and gasping for air just a tiny bit when his entire length is in, you're honestly surprised you can even take it--though not exactly well.

"hugging my cock so well," he speaks so melodically, hands rubbing over your hips and you feel your walls clenching itself on him, loosening another curse under his breath.

"gonna fuck you now. gonna fuck you so good."

he starts by gliding in and out slowly, allowing for you to still adjust to the stretch as well as his pace. because once he starts really fucking, there's no going back.

you have your eyes squeezed shut, indulging in the commotion in between your legs that is both agonizing and fulfilling. when you feel you're ready for the next step--whatever that is, you urges him.

and san is very urgent.

his hips snapping into yours and fingernails now digging into your skin, the room is a nasty mix of sex, moans, and muffled weeping.

"s-san," you manage to get out amidst the desperate pounding, "i-it feels s-so good..." your voice thinning out into a whisper because he's hitting that spot so perfectly, your eyes can't stop rolling back.

"i know, baby. i know." he soothes your waist, at the same time using it as leverage to fuck into you even more. "and you're taking my cock so well."

and if sex is always this good, or at least feels this good when done right, you think it just might consume you.

his hands travel from your waist to your cheeks, cupping it and presses his body down to deliver a kiss, but still able to hold a rhythm as he never stops thrusting even for a bit.

it's the chosen position for the next couple of minutes; lips tangled and body intertwined with heavy pantings and groans filling the room, until a pit forms in your stomach and from how good he's fucking you, you're definitely going to come.

"g-gonna cum," you breathe through the kiss.

"cum, baby," he whispers, moving to your ear, "cum on my cock."

his lewd words are the breaking point, and you do. it's the second time you've ever cummed, and of course it's by choi san, the only person who's ever made you orgasm.

after the peak of his visit is over with, you both sit up, goal fixated on finding your clothes and hoping that your roommate doesn't happen to have a change of plan that sends her back early tonight.

"wait, san," you say, legs hanging off the side of the bed and staring at him while he's picking the pieces off the flooring.

"did you even get to cum...?" there's a hint of something in your voice; guilt maybe. that you were so hyperfocused on feeling so good under him, the fact that he also should be enjoying it as well flying over your head.

he smiles, a little endeared that you would care this much.

"way before you, beautiful. no need to worry."

your chest settles back in relief, which in turn makes san chuckles dryly.

your jeans and underwear sitting at the corner of yuna's bed on the floor catches your attention and you hop off, making way toward it.

he turns to you amid the process, pants still draping loose around his ankles and utters, “you should probably get cleaned up.”

you nod and start on the undergarment, having absolutely no idea how things like this usually works; what goes before or after, but since he suggested it, you’re thinking if he wants to do it together.

it’ll probably be overly suspicious; that’s if the smell speaks of anything, but the men’s and women’s bathrooms are separates and shouldn’t be of any problem.

your mouth only just slightly departs about to say something but he has you beat, gawking at you with something unreadable in his eyes and expression.

"i think i'm gonna go," he says, just finished with the last button of his pants.

"oh, did you have somewhere you gotta be?"

there's a quick silence before he really answers.

"yeah..."

you don't want to make it like he owes it to you to stay just because he fucked you. or maybe perhaps he does--you don't really know. you just know you don't want him to slip out of your grasp, and you're willing to do anything to keep holding on.

even if it goes against your heart's wishes.

"i'll see you then."

two seems to be the magic number for san.

it takes another two days to hear anything from him again, and though your chest sits uncomfortably tight at where exactly this 'relationship' is heading, you're really just glad to be hearing from him again.

you take a cab to his apartment and it starts and ends all the same as last time--with you under him and moaning his name, then him attempting to mend over it with some sweet words that doesn't do very much in terms of aiding because he's telling you he has to be somewhere and already, you're taking a cab back to the dorm.

and the day after when he calls you back isn't bound to end any different.

he's sitting at the end of the bed, back and broad shoulders facing you patting down the wrinkles on his pants.

there is something strange about you so willingly accepting of the fact that there's a big chance he's going to kick you out any second now; but you don't want it to be all the same.

a part of you even wishes today might be the day he'll also want to do something else together.

if everything is already predetermined, you want to be the one to change it. oh, so naive you are.

"san..." you say softly, still situated near the head of his bed.

"yeah?" he slightly turns and spare you a glance, all intrigued eyes.

three times... that's how many times you've already slept with him, but you realize that you still know almost absolutely nothing about him aside from the obvious givens that he's hot, in the same year as you, and is wooyoung's friend.

even his favorite color or food, you don't know.

"can you tell me something about yourself?"

he raises an eyebrow and looks as if he might've heard it wrong; his posture shifting toward you more as it goes on.

"like?"

"well, like what's your major, or favorite color or food. or even your birthday."

"why do you want to know?"

you almost want to gasp or at least look a little offended, because you're sure you deserve to know at the very least these basic things about him considering the extent of the 'relationship'.

"because i want to know more about you."

he sighs and you want to break on the spot because you never thought such a simple question would ever make someone so annoyed like the reaction he's giving you right now.

"even if i answer, it won't matter."

your lips turn just a smidge wobbly, talking through your shaken voice, "of course it matters. it matters if it's you."

the air goes silent after your response and you're wondering if regret or guilt is a common feeling when asking someone about themself.

"july 10th."

your eyes shoot back to him.

"huh?"

"my birthday is july 10th."

"oh…" is all you can say. you didn't even think he'd answer, given his initial reaction.

"yeah..."

you continue sitting on the bed in the air that's now turned unpleasant, observing his movements as he goes to pick something off from the floor--and it's your clothes.

he stretches an arm your direction with the items in his clutch and mumbles, "you should go."

and you do... but with something heavy sitting on your chest--one that's completely different from last time--one that will rob you of any joy for the rest of the day because it's just the littlest kind of painful.

entry #4

i like san, i really do. and when you get that close to that level of intimacy, i think it's only natural you'd get curious about the other person. but it's like he doesn't want to open up, and i don't really know how to feel about that...

next // series m.list

#ateez angst #san x reader #choi san angst #choi san x reader #ateez series #san smut #san angst #fic: broken

[forlorn-crows]

I think a lot of the issue with interaction on tumblr is to do with the dash problems recently, but it really isn’t just tumblr that has had a dip in interactions.

I tend to interact with works more on A03, I think because of both the dash problems, and it feels like authors of works are more likely to see the interaction if they get a lot of notifications on here, and a lot of the times I write what I think in the tags when I repost and I think is it bad if I do that? I want the authors to know that I love what they’ve poured their hard work into, and I hope it makes them happy that their works are appreciated, but I worry they’ll miss it! (I do try to like and reblog on here too when tumblr will actually show me things that the people I follow post though)

Saying that, I’ve noticed so many works that deserve so much love on many sites that just have… hardly anything at all?? And it breaks my heart for the people who put so much hard work into them. I wish I could leave extra kudos and notes to make up for it!

Please know that you’re appreciated and loved and please don’t take it to heart that fandom interaction is dipping currently.

thank you 🩷🩷🩷

AO3 is so much nicer in many ways, but its def missing that sharing aspect. i love any type of comment on my fics, even if its yelling in the tags of your reblog.

tumblr is broken for sure. someone will reblog something from someone i follow and im like ??? where was this ??? excuse???

there could always be more sharing i think. it is what it is when the 'culture' of so many other social media is likes=value=show to more people. tumblr just doesnt work like that :(

reblog all the things you like. im a big believer in if i liked it, im reblogging it. i dont care if its from someone ive never seen before, bc were all just dudes on the internet!

thank you for sharing your thoughts ♡

#ask #anon

[heartelysia]

call me if you get lost

"i'm tryna buy my neighbour house, dogtooth" ; in which you require some help from your dear friend.

cw ; semi-public sex, library sex, ooc alhaitham, breeding, mention of kaveh, yandere behaviour from alhaitham, rough sex?, creepy alhaitham, bubbly reader, frenemies, dubcon?, slapping (1)

note ; last repost from ao3 :3 i promise ill pump out a new work someday!! psa, im only tagging it as dubcon bc i have no idea, it borders on dubcon and implied consent 🤷‍♀️ its going into the dark content master list for that reason!!

IM CRINGUNG SO HARD I HATE MY WRITJNG FROM THIS ERA

his eyes glaze across the page full of complex words, dragging his iris past each word. locked in his own world, his vision full of words, as if sentences and phrases were floating around him. yet his little word-filled fantasy world was broken thanks to a pair of hands slamming against his table - which may have caused the librarian to hush them - either way, his attention adverted from his book to a bubbly grin.

oh dear, it was the person who he oh so 'dreaded', y/n. he totally 'hated' how bright and jumpy she was despite all the work she had to pile on as a student of the akademyia and nevertheless how she only bothered him and kaveh - expect kaveh enjoyed gossiping with her - a heavy, exasperated sigh escapes his lips as alhaitham holds his forehead. "what is it?", he deadpans, his eyes darting from the girls sparkling eyes to the folded ladder in her hand, "cant get up to get my book, can you hold the ladder for me 'haitham?", y/n beams, just a bit too loud that other students glare at her.

"its althaitham to you, cant you bother kaveh?", the scribe mumbles, unwilling to leave his seat, "i cant find kaveh, hes been gone for the past few days... and plus! youre already here 'haitham", the girl grumbles but still dragging out the m in alhaithams name. the scribe grumbles something under his breath before begrudgingly pushing himself our of his seat and snatching the metal ladder out of the girls hand, causing it to rattle and have a few stares shot at him.

a light giggle erupts from the females throat before she skips over to the unbelievably tall bookcase towards the back of the library. to be completely honest, althaitham didnt hate y/n despite how he treats her... maybe it was a way to hide how he jerks off to the idea of breaking her bubbly personality or just leaving her in his filth, he just hated seeming vulnerable to others. alhaitham was a little pervy when it came to the student, he may or may not usually send a few threats here and there to kaveh anonymously just so y/n would 'bother' him instead of his blonde roommate.

"'haithammm...", y/n whined, poking at the males side, his attention switches to the female, gazing down at her smaller frame, "what?", cold as always, "promise me you hold the ladder tight okay? dont shake it either!". the scribe just nods before watching y/n push herself onto the ladder and reach up to the next step with her hands, a rather boring sight yet the gray haired just couldnt pry his eyes off of her.

a soft creak ricochets off the bookshelves as y/n steps onto a new rung, getting closer to the book she deemed to be so important. the scribe internally cringes at the irritating noise of the creak before peering up at the girl, attempting to shoot a glare at her before his eyes trail.he swore it wasn't intentional, his eyes just.. wandered, right? alhaitham swore that it didn't mean to stare at your panties, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the way your panties were so flush against your sweet cunt. maybe it was a blessing you came looking for him instead of kaveh, maybe you wanted this to happen, the man feels his cock stir in its confinements.another creak sent a tingle down the scribe's spine, pulling him away from the lewd thoughts that slowly creeped into his mind. he adverts his gaze back to the bookshelf behind him, peering through the gaps of the books.

"'haitham!", the girl hisses, glaring down at the scribe as she held onto the fly section for dear life. alhaitham looks back up at her, quickly trying to catch a glimpse of her lower regions before realising her uniform was draped over it, he glances back at her, holding onto the last string of restraint he had left. "what."

"you promise you'd hold it still! don't be distracted...", she hisses, her grip on the fly section making her knuckles turn white. the scribe just sighs before humming, holding onto the base of the ladder whilst y/n slowly lowers herself down each rung.

as the girl finally makes it to the ground, she hops off the ladder with the thick book in hand. "thank you 'haitham!", she beams giddily, her smile stretching ear to ear as she held the slab of a book to her chest. the scribe simply hums, avoiding her gaze as his stomach began to stir with the familiar feeling he knew so well.

"oh! its the wrong book! i needed the 3rd edi-"

a guttural groan bubbles in his throat as he slaps a hand over her mouth, glaring at her with a predator glint in his eyes as his free hand made quick work of his pants, unzipping his fly and forcing his stiff cock out. the girls eyes go wide as she tries to protest, her cheeks warm against his palm. "shut up. stop fucking talking.", alhaitham growls, the tip slapping his clothed abdomen as he hooks his arm underneath her thigh, lodging one of her legs over his shoulder.

his hand slowly releases her mouth before it snakes down to the bottom of her uniform, flipping it up to reveal her soaked panties. the scribe's eyes darken with lust as he pulls it down just the slightest bit, just enough for him to slip his slippery cock into her. y/n bites down on her lip, restraining her noises as she runs her eyes hungrily up and down the scribe's figure, "alhai-", she spoke to only get cut off, a soft stinging ache on the side of her cheek.

alhaitham growls, his fingers running up and down her sensitive slit, causing her to throw her head back against the bookshelf, a broken whimper leaving her throat as she feels the scribes thick fingers penetrate herself. his fingers plunging deep into her insides as they curl up to softly press against her g-stop.

y/n silently gasps, her eyes twitching open as her cheeks flush a deep red. instinctively, her hand flies down to wrap around his wrist, peering at him with pleading eyes. "just- just put it in...", she hisses, her voice hardly above a whisper but full of need.

this elicits a low, soft chuckle from the scribe, he moves in just the slightest bit, his throbbing cock now merely inches away from her sopping hole. with one arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand gently grabs the base of his thick length, slowly slapping the soaking tip against y/n's clit, sending shivers all over her body.

without hesitation, the scribe shoves his entire cock into her tight cunt, forcing a strained moan out of her throat. y/n slaps a hand over her mouth before glaring at alhaitham, realising she was too loud. the scribe merely peers down at her, smirking softly as he slowly begins to move in and out, moulding her gummy walls around his cock.

y/n bites down onto alhaithams shoulder, softly moaning against his hot skin as she feels his thick cock throb against her insides, thrusting in and out of her with lazy thrusts to reduce the amount of noise. the scribe leans down, his warm breath fanning her neck, "good, stay quiet. can't have people knowing that you're getting your pussy pumped full.", he speaks, his voice lowered to a hushed tone.

his free hand trails up to her neck, wrapping his hand around it so perfectly, like a piece of a puzzle. alhaitham's grip on her neck tightens further, his fingers digging into her flesh as he feels y/n cunt spasming around his cock. he relishes in the sight of her desperate attempts to hold back her lewd noises, her hips bucking against his relentless thrusts.

alhaitham leans closer, his voice a low growl in her ear, "that's it. hold it in. let those sweet sounds stay trapped in your throat. i wanted to hear you whimper and beg, but not here, not now." His pace quickens, his hips slamming into hers with a force that borders on rough.

the girl softly whimpers, straining her throat to keep her noises in check, her tight cunt clamping down on his cock like a vice. a wicked grin spreads across alhaithams face as he watches her desperate attempt to stifle her dirty moans. He relishes in the way her pussy tightens around him, evidence of her arousal. he whispers in a husky voice, "you like it, don't you? the thought of getting caught, of being so close to the edge." His words are laced with a mix of dominance and desire. alhaithams increases the pace of his thrusts, his cock plunging in and out of her relentlessly, pushing y/n towards the brink of ecstasy.

he growls, his voice low and rough. "cum for me, let me feel you clench around my cock." he picks up the pace even more, his hips slamming into hers with a force that leaves her breathless. finally, y/n lets go, her sensitive body convulsing in orgasm as she cums around him. alhaitham continues to thrust into her twitching cunt as he chases his own release. "fuck, I'm close," he grunts, his hands gripping onto her hips tightly as he pounds into her. finally, he cums inside her, his hot seed spilling deep inside her.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut

[ncstalgiaz]

can u plz stop advertising if ur laptop is still broken it just clogs the tags

// ugly post bc i'm mobile

i understand that and i apologise but pls chill out. i left the ad blog in the tags as i luckily do also have a desktop pc i've been using and have still been working on the rp so in my eyes, it's still coming soon, but i've been having to re-do a lot of the work i had done on it because i lost a lot of the graphics etc when my laptop broke.

since i still don't know when i can drop the rp i will take the ad out of the tags (and start reposting it nearer the time) but i'll do this when i get home/in my own time because i have a life and unfortunately removing a small recurring post which you could easily scroll past isn't a priority for me to do whilst i'm on my lunch break in the middle of my work day

#rpt #rpc #rpa #new rp #appless rp

[hyeque]

Kuri-chan !

How was your day ??

Mine was packed

I had to take a bullet train for 2 hours and then a bus for 1 hour because I forgot to give back a book from the library of the university I graduated from last month 😭😭😭😭

But after the 1 hour of bus and before the 2h of bullet train to go back home I did a lash lift + eyelash dye because I am blond and tired (understand lazy) to wear mascara. So I can now just wear lipstick and feel content with that 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

Also I posted (for the first time) my first writing ever. But my tumblr is broken, so it’s not showing on tags. But I am also too lazy to do anything about that so 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

FOR YOUR ASK GAME : 10, 18 and 23

And I am going to answer so you’ll know me better too hehe

- 10 : I am an apple juice gorl BUT in the plane for japan they had matcha tea and it’s in my religion to never pass on matcha tea

- 18 : either the classic brown sugar+ black tea or the match one (for the same reason as for 10)

- 23 : I am always wearing at least earring. I have an helix piercing and an conch one so there are those one too. I used to wear an A necklace (for Akaashi teehee) for the longest time but the locket broke. I am also always wearing rings because I can’t stay focus in class so I play with them

Remember you are beautiful and don’t say otherwise or else (ง'̀-'́)ง

Kith

oh man that sounds rough. i don’t really wear make up so i get the lazy part :P

i read your fic ! it was wonderful. also i would try reposting it bc the last thing i wrote was also not showing up in tags. if you need someone to check i can check as well.

and my day was okay, it got ruined bc my helix piercing came out and now i have to go to the piercer tomorrow to get a new earring since the old one is lost. i don’t know if they’re gonna have to repierce it but i hope not.

10. i already answered but it would definitely be apple juice but i don’t mind orange juice

18. i don’t really drink bubble tea i like matcha and chai tho, also ginger and peach tea

23. it’s funny you ask bc like i said i have/had a helix piercing that came out so that would be one, i also have a nose piercing, lobe piercings, and a necklace from my dad

ask game

#chats with: mym senpai

[crescent-bird]

Here a picture of White Diamond and Pink Diamond from page of end of an era 💎🌺

#i had to repost bc tag is broken #artbook #art book #cute #pink diamond #white diamond #steven universe #su #su end of an era #end of an era spoilers #end of an era #steven universe end of an era

[peterbarnes]

We’ll Say Hello Again: Part 2

🚨*SPOILER WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN NWH*🚨

Summary: Post NWH. For the past few months, you’ve been consumed by loneliness. You felt like a piece of you was missing. But one day, you get an unexpected new neighbor: Peter Parker. And once he shows up, the puzzle slowly starts falling into place.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: i’ve had to repost this like three times bc tumblr hasn’t added it to the tags. fu tumblr

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Your last class ended around seven at night. You internally cursed yourself for scheduling a class so late as you pushed open the glass doors of the Humanities building. The wind roughly slapped your face and you thumbed the fabric of your jacket, pulling it tighter around your shivering frame. You buried your face into your scarf as you quickly made your way down the buzzling street. If you lived in one of the dorms, you’d only have to walk a block or two at most. But with Empire State University’s skyrocketing tuition and your crippling bank account, you had to shlep to your walk up apartment twenty blocks away.

A comforting warmth wrapped around you as you opened the door to your building. You thought about stopping at your mailbox, to see if any letters from Ned or MJ came in. It had been a thing you all came up with before you parted- always text and facetime when you can, but you had to write cute letters to each other detailing your days. Almost like a diary to make up for the absences in each others lives. But they’d stopped sending their letters a few weeks ago, claiming they were “too busy.” That memory stung at your chest as you walked passed your mailbox, ignoring the pulling urge to just go and check.

But what if-

There’s nothing there for you, [Y/N]. They don’t care about you anymore.

You groaned at the mental argument you were having before whipping back around to your mailbox. As the key turned in the lock you could’ve sworn you heard something shuffle, paper maybe? But when the small door to the metal box opened nothing was there to greet you. It was dark, empty, and cold.

“Well,” you mumbled to yourself, a lump in your throat growing. “Expect disappointment and you’ll never be disappointed, I guess.”

You sniffled into your scarf as you slowly turned toward the stairs, climbing up toward your apartment.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you spat as soon as you got in.

Even though the windows were closed, the room was freezing to the point where you could see your icy breath lace the air. You kicked the heater against the wall with a fury as you dropped your backpack onto your bed.

“Come on,” you yelled with each hit to the broken machine. “Fucking work!”

You went at it for a good minute, and when nothing changed an embarrassingly loud sob escaped your lips. You knew no one was there to witness it, but it didn’t make you feel any less pathetic. You fell down onto your bed, staring at the ceiling as you basked in your feelings of dread.

You’re barely passing your classes.

You’re broke.

Your friends hate you.

Your apartment’s falling apart.

You’re alone.

Tears tracked down your cheeks with each passing thought and you pushed your face into your pillow to hide your whimpers. You clutched onto the unwashed sheets as you sobbed out all the emotions you’d been holding inside for the past two months.

You’re alone.

A knock at your door sounded, startling you mid-breakdown.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, rapidly wiping at your bloodshot and wet eyes. You adjusted your clothes to look less wrinkled before you shot up from your bed and walked toward the door. Before touching the doorknob, you made sure to plaster the most convincing fake smile on your face. When you were satisfied enough with your demeanor you finally turned the knob.

“Oh, hi, Peter Parker,” you greeted, surprised to see your new neighbor standing in front of you. You’d figured it would be Mr. Ditkovich coming to collect rent.

“H-Hi,” he stuttered, twiddling his thumbs anxiously. “Are you okay? I, uh, heard a banging sound? And then something like a dying animal? I don’t know if you have a pet, but…”

Embarrassment completely overtook you, your face heating and fake smile turning to a real grimace.

“No, I don’t have a pet,” you responded slowly. “Just a rough day, that’s all.”

“Oh,” Peter let out. He always had this look on his face like he had something to say but wasn’t sure if he should say it. His lips kept opening and closing and his eyes wandered. After an awkward silence he finally went on. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“What?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in perplexion.

“D-Do you want to talk about it?” He repeated, his expression appearing increasingly nervous. “You don’t have to if you don’t-”

“No,” you interrupted quickly. “That’d be nice actually. Thank you, Peter.”

Your defeated frown and sad eyes bloomed into something happy. And it wasn’t fake this time. The upward quirk of your lips and the brightness in your eyes was more than real. And you had no idea how he managed to melt you so quickly with a few, stuttering words.

He nodded before nudging his head toward his door, leading you into his apartment.

“Thank god it’s warm in here,” you chuckled as you finally took off your coat. “My heater’s broken.”

Peter laughed with you before taking your coat and lying it over his bed post neatly.

“What a gentleman,” you joked, mentally high-fiving yourself when you saw his cheeks burn a bright red.

“You don’t have to sit all the way over there, you know,” Peter spoke up as he saw you sit down on the window pane. He tapped the spot on the bed next to him, just like you had done the first time you met.

“So, why was your day so bad?” He asked. His tone wasn’t hesitant or cautious, but it was careful. He wasn’t scared of pushing too far, he just wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You smiled in appreciation as you sat down on the bed.

“College sucks ass,” you blurted, throwing yourself backward so you could lay down. “I thought I would love it, you know? Everyone always talks about college as their glory days, but I’m pretty sure I peaked in high school. My only friends are in Boston, and now they won’t even talk to me anymore because they’re ‘too busy.’ My classes give way too much work for a single person to accomplish and…fuck, I sound like a child.”

You closed your eyes, covering your face with your hands as you let out a deep sigh. You felt something graze your skin when light peeked between your closed fingers. As your eyes opened you saw Peter gently prying your hands from your face, holding them in his own.

His hands were cold- that was the first thing you noticed. Cold and rough, with his fingertips covered in calluses. But you barely felt it as they still sent a shiver of warmth down your body.

You’d never been this close to him before. His face was mere inches away from yours and his eyes bored into your own. His eyes. The beautiful swirls of brown captivated you and you couldn’t help but get lost in them. So lost that you missed the way he looked at you- missed the captivation in his expression and the loss that hid behind it.

“You’re really pretty,” you whispered as you looked at him.

“You’re pretty, too,” he whispered back, smiling softly at you. “And you don’t sound like a child. You sound like you’re struggling.”

You nodded, embarrassed.

“But that’s okay,” he continued, his voice the most at ease and sincere you’ve ever heard it. “I’m struggling, too. First time I’ve ever really been on my own.”

“Me too…Can I ask you something?”

Peter nodded and a chestnut curl fell out of place down his forehead.

Oh, this guy’s adorable.

“Why’d you move here?”

And just like that it was over.

Peter jumped back off of you, untangling your hands and stepping away so there was at least a few feet of space between you. Your heart cried out at the loss of his touch and you sat up, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

“Peter-”

“You should go,” he stated.

His eyes were trained to the floor, refusing to look even somewhat in your direction.

“Peter, what-”

“Seriously,” he snapped, tugging at his curls with his shaking hands. “Please, just go.”

He doesn’t want you either.

“Fine,” you flared, jumping up from his bed. You were glad he was looking away so he wouldn’t see the tears building up in your eyes at his rejection. Except you didn’t know why it hurt so much- you’d just met this guy, yet he had the power to either heal you or break you in two.

“See you around, Parker,” you choked before leaving his room, slamming the front door behind you. You were so consumed by your thoughts you barely noticed the freezing temperature of your apartment.

Someone please help me.

I don’t understand what’s happening.

Everything’s wrong.

I don’t know how to fix it.

I don’t know how to fix it.

I need to fix it.

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[tojisveryown]

"I'm not happy anymore."

Synopsis: The JJK boys tell you they aren't happy with your relationship Warnings: Major Shibuya arc spoilers Tags: Angst Notes: Ouch. Itadori's hurt the most bc HELLO that would actually happen if he did have a love interest :(

ft. Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Noritoshi Kamo

♡*.✧

𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

↳ "I'm not happy anymore y/n." Yuuji's words were soft and subtle. The paining words washed away your heart in sadness. "I'm sorry." You couldn't think of what to say. All you could do was look at your now ex-boyfriend and see how much he's changed. His physical appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. His mentality was the biggest change you noticed.

"I know Yuu, I know." You blinked the tears away and tried your hardest not to let your voice crack "It's quite obvious now. Don't be sorry. It happens." You two shared one final kiss.

That kiss was the last ounce of happiness he'd feel in a while. He loved you, he loved you so much that he broke your heart in order to protect you. Every time Yuuji has someone he cares about, they're always stripped from life. Yuuji didn't want that for you. He couldn't lose you like how he lost Junpei, Nanami, and Nobara.

What he didn't realize was that he'd lose you no matter what he decided to do.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

↳ You and your fiancé had been arguing nonstop about your upcoming wedding. The stress was taking a tole on you both. With you planning everything out and Satoru going on dangerous missions you couldn't help but feel all alone.

"Come on Satoru! It's one night. Would it kill you to take the day off? Maybe spend some time with your soon to be wife?"

"You know how the higher-ups are. I can't afford to take a day off."

"Really Satoru? You'd rather go to Shibuya for work instead of accompanying your fiancé to our rehearsal dinner?" Gojo sighed and seated himself in one of the couches that sat nicely in the spacey living room. "Is work that important? Am I not important enough?"

"Maybe you're right. Work is that important and maybe — maybe I'm not happy anymore." Gojo choked on his words. He realized what he had said had no meaning to it, he was only in the spur of the moment. However this had been enough for you to put the pieces together.

"Yeah. I'm not happy either." Gojo's heart dropped. Of course he didn't mean what he said but only he knew that. "I'm sorry I thought that I was ever a priority." You were about to disappear into the hallway before you stopped and said "I'll call the wedding off. Have fun in Shibuya."

The next day Gojo Satoru wished he had taken a day off to be with his beloved. He would have never had to relive the trauma of losing his bestfriend. He proposed to you because you mended his heart, and all he's ever done is break yours.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

↳ You were stuck. Your boyfriend whom you loved so dearly made a decision. One that decided his future. It was so painfully obvious that his vision for his future didn't have you in it. You knew this love you shared had a time limit on it.

"Y/n? Were you listening?" He flashed his tender smile to you.

"Suguru I wanna break up."

"Is this about the thing? Because if it is —"

"No it's not about your decision. It's about your future not having enough room for the both of us. Let's just end it now before it's too late."

"No y/n, don't say that. We can work it out we can —"

"No Getou. We can't. You're not happy with me, and it's painfully obvious. If you were, you wouldn't go off chasing this motive of yours. I'm not enough to make you change your mind, and I think that speaks for itself."

Getou spent the rest of his evening wallowing in the words you had said to him. He had still decided to leave praying that one day you two can meet again in another life living happily, something he couldn't do with you in this life.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

↳ You and Toji were fairly happy with the life you two created for yourselves. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself.

Deep down you always knew that your love wouldn't be enough for the both of you. Toji didn't love you the way you loved him. It was a mere delusion that you indulged yourself in. Toji Fushiguro loving you, how rich.

"Toji." You stood in the door frame of your bedroom. The curtains were closed leaving a dim and cold room. Your husband was sitting at the edge of your shared bed with a cigarette lit between his lips.

"Mhm?" The look he had given you gave you your final answer. He wasn't happy, and he never will be. You're not her. You never will be, so why pretend any longer?

"Nothing." You joined Toji, sitting behind him draping yourself over the muscular figure in front of you. It wasn't so bad.

Maybe you could love him enough for the both of you, maybe.

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

↳ You and 'toshi have been together for quite some time now, you two were only getting older meaning he needed to settle down soon. You knew that his clan would never accept you as his bride, but you wanted to stay with 'toshi.

However, things don't always go out the way you planned them. "I said I'm not happy." Noritoshi Kamo, the boy you had helplessly fallen for, thinking the time spent on him would mean nothing since you two had 'forever.'

"'toshi? What do you mean? You were fine yesterday— we were fine yesterday."

"I'm sorry y/n, you just don't do it for me anymore."

Noritoshi knew he was lying. His mother knew about you, and as expected she hated you. She saw you as another gold digger looking to snag her son away from the Kamo clan. He knew if he hadn't broken things off with you that you'd end up getting hurt. In order to prevent that Noritoshi had sacrificed the love you two had.

The love that took years to build. "You'll find better." he whispered to himself before giving you one final kiss to the forehead.

♡*.✧

Notes: Idk how to write for Nori but he needs more recognition so >:D ALSO this is unedited lmao

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[tangsakura]

[REPOST] Hisoka (Meta) Analysis

Had to repost bc Tumblr -_-

Anyways, I've been a lurker for the past month in tumblr, mainly hunting hisoka stuff xD I've enjoyed every post and also been itching to post here but got my courage now to create my very first post.

I thank @ itsmyara's post here, which talks about Hisoka in regards to love and attraction. The post was very interesting and I actually agree with the analysis because it's so like him for the most part.

I hope you don’t mind if I add onto this ;–;. I’m itching to do an analysis post of Hisoka and got my guts together when I saw this.

(Brace yourselves. This will be a long post on my take on Hisoka's character)

PS: I put ‘’ on some words bc I think they are debatable. Also put spaces between @ and usernames bc I don't have their permission to tag them.

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First of all, I want to mention the dodgeball scene in GI arc where Hisoka said something like ‘We couldn’t have done this without our teamwork’ and stuff about working as a good team to Gon and Killua, and Gon was just like ‘that doesn’t sound like you at all.’ It’s worth noting that Hisoka was smiling genuinely when saying those lines, and when Gon mentioned that he was acting out of character, he got so shookt. Literally his face looked shookt. (You can check it with this link here; @ an-austere-weeb was able to capture this moment and I thank them for that).

This scene made me think that Hisoka has a ‘normal’ side (you know, like a ‘genuine’ side) despite all of this atrocious acts and masks. I think it has surfaced a couple of times with Machi too, but it wasn’t as obvs as this GI arc scene (at least in the manga; in the anime, he gave Machi a genuine smile). I hc or assume that Hisoka, even though he ‘likes’ Machi or wants to try to build trust with her, he still has put `that thin wall between them, and it’s because Machi will never trade Chrollo for anyone else, even Hisoka, whom he allegedly has some affection for. Hisoka knows that and maybe that’s why even with all those flirtations, it’s like he’s still distant with her. But that’s another story.

Actually, now that I think about it, he had attempted to form bonds or relationships in the series, but he is always shut down by others or ‘misunderstood.’ He really tried with Machi but Machi keeps shutting him down or distancing herself. He played a dodgeball game where he broke all his fingers so he can do Gon a favor to win the match when he didn’t have to. He informed Gon, Killua, Biscuit, and others that the dodgeball game was taking place in real life to explain Razor’s act on one of the prisoners (and he didn’t have to do that). There may be more, but this is what I can list for now. What we can deduce from this is that he doesn’t know the basics of forming healthy relationships or even ‘socializing’ to form trust (basically the normal way to do it as we were taught or learn from observing other kids and such).

Whenever he tries to connect with others, it’s always business. Like whenever we see him interact it’s mostly always ‘transactional’ or ‘conditional’; only a very very few instances where he interacted ‘normally’. As if it’s the only way he knows how to interact; maybe it’s why he’s a lone force because whenever he tried to converse with others, he’s always starting it off with ‘transactions’ and ‘conditions’ (I give you something, you give me something back, etc.), so when all those ‘transactions’ and ‘conditions’ are fulfilled or broken, the relationship, which had no sort of emotional bond and trust, ends. Then he moves on. Even when we first saw Machi and Hisoka together, it started off as ‘transactional’ -‘You heal my arm, I pay you’ kind of thing - before Hisoka went off to show off to her like a guy would do (especially in middle school and high school xD) and ask her to stay (and this is a woman he allegedly likes, mind you all). Same with Illumi; interactions always ‘transactional’ and the relationship was ‘conditional’ in nature or built upon conditions, even if they look like actual friends.

I also wanted to point out the pronouns and styles he uses in Japanese language. In Japanese, authors would use these “role languages” to give identity to characters in fiction and media. Here’s a gist of it:

Female Language (using Watashi, watakushi, atashi, anata, polite form, ending sentence with -teyo, -dawa, -desuwa, -noyo or -wa, etc.)

Chinese person type (having aruyo in the sentence, etc.) [a lot common in post-war Japan manga; is also used in ranma 1/2]

Elderly language (using washi, ja, oru, the negative form ending w/ -n instead of -nai)

Male language (using boku, ore, omae, kimi, informal language, etc.)

Samurai language (using sessha, de gozaru, onushi, etc.)

Hisoka, in Japanese, uses boku (I) for first-person pronoun. It’s funny because unlike ore, this pronoun is used by boys and early teen males mostly. It is associated with childishness, feebleness, being tamed, well-behaved; for a protagonist, it’s associated with a tame, spineless character who was protected both at home and in school; or a weak and protege type of character; or somone who doesn’t like to fight or is kind and soft-hearted in nature, etc. It is also much more polite than ore; in Asian languages, the more informal the language, the closer the relationship. This makes this pronoun perfect for Hisoka; he is childish (he is, twistedly), and distant to others. One can also make an assumption that he hasn’t completely moved up from the childhood and/or adolescence stage. Even his powers are from his childhood.

Also, Hisoka is someone who always seek pleasure from dominating the strong, yet the fact that he never use ore - a pronoun that is the most masculine in Japanese language and use by guys (especially in shonen) to show confidence, dominance, manliness, fiery battle spirit/tough nature in them, maturity, you name it- is interesting. The pronoun, boku, that is associated not only with childishness, but also feebleness, and status in some way. He's not soft or gentlehearted in nature; he's not someone (like a rich person or high ranking status) protected at home or everywhere (basically someone from well-off family). We know he's strong and one of the best ones out there in terms of battle, but does he see himself weak, or at least did he? Is that why he always seek for the strong? To quell that/those insecurities at first but then it became a drug to him later on? I also had this thought that he may have a bit of superiority complex (my post is already long enough, please google for more info) that may have branched out from low self-esteem then later bloomed from high self-esteem he got from fighting strong opponents (idk if I made sense of my thoughts here... just know it can start from either low self-esteem or high self-esteem) aside from ASPD or whatever else conditions he has, but of course that low self-esteem or vulnerability is still there. Maybe it's the reason why Heaven's Arena is his den; with the crowd watching, he'll get so many validations for himself. I admit that these are disputable, but worth thinking about. (@ adulttrio-imagines also did a similar post on his psychology and other analysis here)

On the same note, Hisoka's language style doesn't also completely lean toward male language a lot. If you hear many shonen male characters, especially the protagonist, you'll hear -ze, -zo, -da, aitsu, koitsu, -ee (instead of -ai; e.g. shinitee instead of shinitai "want to die"), -na instead of -nee. He uses -da and the basics of male language like -kana instead of -kashira, -na. But you'll (almost) never hear him use -ze, -zo, -da, aitsu, koitsu, -ee. Coincidently, he also use the basics of female language. Female language tends to have the polite forms (-desu, -masu, -mashou), omission of -da, ending sentence with -teyo, -dawa, -desuwa, -noyo or -wa, etc. He'll sometimes talk like a female. He actually has tendencies with using both or switching between them, but never fully using either male or female language completely at all (yes I used many adverbs to emphasize that he doesn't have a preference with the way he talks). Many have categorize Hisoka as pansexual and yes, this is one proof that he can be pansexual. One can also argue that he can also be bisexual (preferring both men and women instead of all). To me, he seems to be gender neutral or androgynous if we're going to base it on his speech patterns. But imagine if he was attempting to not look super macho or intimidating to others, he decides to add some female language in his speech to look a bit more gentler rather than using polite forms completely instead as per the norm, and fails to look like one xD Rip. I would be so convinced that no one was there to guide him properly in life and so it all leads to this if that was the case.

As for attraction to others, romantically, I'm convinced he is attracted to females (note: Machi). Many people joke about Hisoka liking Gon (and there are others who ship them - pls why) and no, I don't think he likes him romantically. Idk if you guys have noticed, but Hisoka and Gon have many similarities with each other if you pay attention a lot. These similarities are also mentioned in some of the analysis videos of HxH anime from Jughead's Journey in YouTube here and Aleczandxr's video here. I think that's why he's fond of him, because he sees a part of himself in him.

I've also found that maybe it's also because Gon is not hostile towards him and is casual instead despite all his doings to him. The people he's close with (Illumi, and Machi before shit went all down) are one's who were not hostile with him to some degree (maybe the right words should be their guards were not up by so much? Maybe a bit of both) and are interacting with him 'casually'. _____________________________________________________

TL;DR:

Hisoka has a ‘normal’/'genuine' side that surfaces here and there, but rarely.

Based on speech patterns, Hisoka can be categorized as pansexual, bisexual, gender-neutral or androgynous, depending on the POV of a person.

He's closer to people who are not hostile to him and/or interact with him 'casuallly'.

Romantically, he is attracted to females (note: Machi)

Based on role languages he used, we can conclude that he's childish, distant to others, possibly have seen himself as weak and/or have vulnerabilities.

May have superiority complex alongside his other conditions.

May not have completely moved up from the childhood and/or adolescence stage.

Whenever he tries to connect with others, it’s always 'transactional' or 'conditional'; doesn't know how to properly form bonds.

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I think I'll stop here. I put the summary above in case you don't want all those long paragraphs I wrote. My brain is all fried from school and organizing my thoughts in this post. Maybe I'll do more analysis on other characters from HxH and other anime like One Piece when I feel like it. As for Hisoka, I may do another analysis or something else when I'm in the mood to make a post (I may need prompts to do this, feel free to shoot me one on ask or message). Feel free to also comment and add on to this post. You can comment counter-arguments as well. As for replying to comments, depends on my mood.

Anyways, until then.

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[sugaslilsugabby]

Corrupt

F!reader x Simeon

Obey me

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW, Dom angel bby, overall pure filth⚠️

18+ I am an adult writing this, minors do not interact pls and thank you. No reposting. Reblogs are appreciated 🥺💗

A/N: I finally finished writing this after a WHILE of procrastinating bc I’m a terrible writer, thank you so much @letgobro for being so patient with me even though this was requested forever ago 🥺💗

It was safe to say as much as you loved the brothers you would always confide in Simeon the most. The way he would call you his “little lamb” would send shivers down your spine, he was so sweet and caring, especially to young Luke no matter how feisty he may be. What you did not expect was for him to have a more dominant side, and you would’ve never known about it if it weren’t for tonight.

It was Saturday, or as Asmo liked to call it “The day where we can get fucked up and not have to worry about classes the next day.” So he decided it was a perfect idea for a visit to The Fall, while Barbatos watched Luke in the Demon Lord’s castle for the night.

You heard a squeal from behind you, the Avatar of Lust clapping his approvingly at the skin-tight black dress that clung to your every curve and accentuating them nicely. “Darling you look STUNNING!” He said as he looked over every inch of your body, “Asmo this is a little too showy, it’s not like I’m trying to impress someone.” You said whilst staring at yourself in the mirror. You heard a small ‘tsk tsk tsk’ come from behind you, “I see how you look at Simeon, you literally GLOW! You can’t fool the Avatar of Lust honey.” He said as he handed you a pair of black pumps.

“He’s a literal angel Asmo, isn’t premarital sex a sin or something?” You said rolling your eyes, “Besides; even if he COULD he doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend.” You said, putting the finishing touches on your makeup, swiping the lip gloss against your plump lips you stare at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever darling, let’s just go have some fun!”

You sighed, the club was in full swing. Demons grinding up on each other, demons playing tongue hockey in the back of the club, and the strong smell of demonus and other alcoholic drinks in the air. You sat at a booth, demonus in hand as you stared out into the crowd. Everyone was having a good time and here you were alone. “What have we here? Looks like a certain little lamb strayed away from the group.” You looked up startled to see Simeon, a small smile on his face, drink in hand. “Ah, Simeon! I didn’t think clubs were something you enjoyed.” You said, scooting over to let him in.

“I don’t dislike them, we just don’t have many in the celestial realm. What are you doing alone? I’m surprised Asmodeus hasn’t tried to set you up with someone.” He said, chuckling softly. You giggled, “Oh trust me he has. I’m just not interested, not interested in them anyway.” You said softly.

“Oh? But you are interested in somebody? Do tell little lamb.” Simeon said teasingly, his elbows resting on the table as he cradles his head in his hands. “That is a secret I won’t tell, sorry Simeon.” You said, turning your head, blushing slightly.

You felt a big strong hand on your thigh, his other hand softly grabbing your chin to make you face him. You avert your eyes, a pink tint evident on your cheeks. “S-Simeon!” You heard him chuckled, his face nearing yours. “If I were to tell you that I am in love with you what would your answer be little lamb?” Your heart began beating loudly, your pupils dilating as you looked at the angel that currently had you in the palm of his hand, without thinking you pushed your lips on his, your body instantly relaxing against him as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a whiny moan, as he broke the kiss. His eyes now darkened with lust as he caressed your thigh, “Forgive me but I simply cannot hold back anymore.” He said as he picked you up bridal style, your arms instantly circling his neck as he carried you back to Purgatory Hall.

He threw the door to his room open, kicking it closed with his foot as he placed you on his bed, instantly pinning you down. “Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to keep myself calm around you? Every time I go into heat I can’t stop thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock, you drive me insane Y/N.” Simeon said, his hand coming down to your now-soaked lace panties. He let out a groan, his fingers ever so slightly teasing your soaking folds.

“S-Simeon please!” You heard him chuckle as he placed kisses down your neck, leaving a mark on your breast. “Please what darling? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me. Be a good girl and tell me.” You bucked against his finger, whimpering slightly as you try to gain more friction. “Simeon don’t tease me, want you.” You said breathlessly. He let out a playful growl as he ripped off your dress, your panties following the same fate. A groan came from his throat as he eyed your slick pussy, licking his lips he pressed playful kisses to your inner thighs, “So needy baby, I’ll give you what you want just be patient.” He says, his fingers trailing up to your folds.

He spread your slick lips, placing a kiss on your pearl before licking a long stripe up your delicate flower. Your back arching at the sensation of the angel eating you like it was his last meal, your hands ran through his silky hair, clinging to it as pleasure came in waves through your body. “F-Fuck Simeon, your gonna make me cum!” You shrieked, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as every nerve-ending in your body was set alight. “That’s it baby, let it out. Good fucking girl.” Simeon said, lapping up your cum as you rode out your high.

You tugged at his shirt softly, “Wanna see you too..” Palming his erect cock through his pants, a moan falling from his lips. It sounded so heavenly yet oh so sinful at the same time. He pulled away and stood up from the bed, ridding himself of his shirts and pants, your legs squeezed together at the sight of his taught chest. He grabbed you by the arms, planting you on the floor in front of him, your mouth watering at the fact that you were now face-to-face with the still covered thick erection. “You looked so fucked out and I haven’t even fucked your tight little pussy.” he cooed as he removed his boxers.

He let out a hiss, his thick cock standing tall, pre-cum leaking out of the swollen tip. He grabbed your hair, tilting you to look up at him, “Mouth open little lamb, wanna feel your lips around my cock.” You opened your mouth, looking up at him innocently as he slid the tip of his cock in, he let out a guttural groan as his hips bucked at the feeling, pushing your head down and gagging you on his cock, head thrown back in pleasure. He steadily began face fucking you, drool and precum trickling down the sides of your mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him with tears.

As much as Simeon wanted to cum down your throat he pulled out. Picking you up and laying you on the bed once more. You bucked your hips upward, “Please Simeon!” A sinful chuckle fell from his puffy lips as he hovered over you, strong arms holding him up as he teasingly ghosted your lips, “So eager little one, do you want my cock that bad?” You let out a gasp as the tip of cock rubbed against your now swollen nub, your hips bucking upwards for more friction, a low groan came from above you as Simeon guided his tip to your slick entrance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sheathed himself into your drooling cunt, your nail digging crescents into his shoulder, “F-Fuck! S’big Simeon!!” He lowered his head down to your neck, letting out a growl as he sunk his teeth into you, “I’m not even fully in angel, so tight for me.” You whimpered, rutting your hips against him, desperately wanting to feel the rest of him. Simeon pulled out to ram back into you, a shriek escaping your lips. Your slick cunt deliciously stretched around him, “Such a good girl for me, so fucked out, all for me.” He licked his lips, fingers coming down to rub your clit as he quickened his pace, a broken moan leaving your parted mouth as you felt the white-hot pleasure consuming you once again, you had never felt this good during sex, “S-Simeon, s’too much, mmmm g-gonna cum!” Fingers never relenting their pace on your engorged clit as the words ‘cum for me again Y/N’ left his mouth, you clamped down on his cock, arousal coating his cock, a couple more thrusts as you felt his hips stutter, a choked moan escaping him as he came, thick ropes of his cum coating your gummy walls.

As you came down from your high you let out a whimper, feeling empty as Simeon pulled out, getting up and starting the bath for the both of you, “Come here, pretty girl.” He cooed as he scooped you up in his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck. Sitting both of you in the tub as he littered your face in kisses. It was pure bliss and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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