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marshmallowdarling · 1 year

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heyyy uhh

I dont know how many reqs you have so I'll keep it short, dw! but darth vader (actually Vader; most ppl i've seen tag it as darth vader when its not, yk?😅) "reuniting" w/ a gn friend of his, but the reunion is them being captive 😀👍. like maybe the friend was captured bcuz he was hunting for jedis, or they were helping ppl escape and that backfired on them.

you're free to choose how his friend got captured cuz im just throwin ideas. so many scenarios lmao 😆😆😆

I'm finally back!!

So sorry for being away for so long and so sorry for taking so long to get to this request, I stopped writing it half way through the first bit and realised I might have fucked up the request but kept going anyways lol so sorry if it wasn't how you imagined!!

I tried making it a little more yandere at the end but I will 100% write a few head canons or more one shots after about how life would be after this if anyones interested!! :D

Remember my request are still open!!

✧3735 words ✧ Vader x Reader ✧ Sher/Her pronouns

Hope you enjoy bubs!

~Mwah!

(Y/N) never wanted to be a jedi, not really. She wanted to help people of course but did she really want this life?

Her question was answered after her dear friend Anakin died; no, she didn’t want this life.

She wanted a life of her own, to not have to train every day with multiple weapons, to not have to stress about every movement she makes.

She wanted a life where she could sleep in, where she could just breathe and live and do mundane things, where she could make connections and love.

But the force works in mysterious ways and after (Y/N) had grown up, settling down in a small town and having a small shop that she adored as it played into her hobby, she was yanked back into the life she had left behind.

Obi wan had reached out to get her to help the resistance, she was apprehensive at first but after seeing him come back to her shop a bloody mess with her childhood friend Ahsoka, she had reluctantly agreed to help him just to help people escape the empire.

“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any troopers here.” (Y/N) hisses, using the force to yank a metal box towards three troopers and slam them into the wall. She barely misses the blaster shot as she jerks her body behind another crate.

Crouching down to cover herself, she fumbles to get her (borrowed) blaster from her thigh holster before peeking out and taking a few bad shots.

Ahsoka uses the distraction to take down the last two troopers before looking down at (Y/N) and extending her hand. “It wasn’t a part of the plan.” They both grunt as she hauls her friend up.

“When does anything ever go according to plan” (Y/N) grumbles as she dusts herself off.

Ahsoka just chuckles before looking around they alley way they were forced into. “Master Kenobi said the captured Jedi’s are around here, we already made a scene so we should just go without him. If they caught us off guard, we should probably assume he’s not doing well on his end either.”

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“Come on this way.” (Y/N) whispers to an injured Jedi as she helps them walk in the cover of the night. “We’re almost there, just hold on a little bit more.” Her eyes glance at the wound at their side, blood already seeping through the fabric she had ripped from her outfit and used as a makeshift bandage.

Panic shoots up her spine as (Y/N) throws herself and the Jedi to the side just barely missing the swipe of a saber.

Rolling over to push herself up by her arms she doesn’t miss the boot that slams into her stomach, a silent scream creeps up her throat as her mouth widens at the blunt pain.

She had never seen him in the flesh, but anyone could figure out who that black booted foot belongs too.

Darth Vader.

Gritting her teeth in pain she grabs his ankle to haul her body up slightly as her other hand comes and pushes behind his knee to make him drop.

‘GO! GET TO THE OTHERS AND GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!’ She yells to the Jedi using the force as Vader swings his arm and lands a right hook.

(Y/N) says good bye to her life as she focuses everything on just making sure Vader is distracted enough to let the injured Jedi and the rest escape. She sees them start to crawl to the wall to haul their body up in their peripheral, but she just elbows Vader’s chin making his helmet covered face tilt up.

This is the first time she had seen him; she can see a hazy reflection of herself in the black metal of his armour, but she gets flown back and slammed into the ground as he reaches out his hand and uses the force to pin her down.

Her torso gets the brunt of the attack and she flicks her wrist to get a few scattered rocks and stones thrown at him. They don’t do much damage as his armour takes the brunt of it, but it throws him off enough to let her grab her blaster and take a few shots making him release his force.

Two hit his chest head on, his armour taking the shots as he remained unharmed, whilst the others miss pathetically.

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a Jedi.” His voice booms out, modulated from his helmet but still unbelievably deep as he snarls. His arm extends to use the force again, but she takes a few more shots at his arm making him flinch back.

“I am no Jedi.” She spits back, the hood covering her form starts to lift as the wind picks up but it manages to stay on. “You must not be as smart as they say you are if you really can’t see my plan.”

Finally seeing that the Jedi is out of sight, (Y/N) throws all her force at him. Vader gets thrown back a few inches but stays strong to the rest as he swipes his arm out and knocks her off her feet, his raises his arm and moves her around like a rag doll in the air before he slams her down into the ground, keeping her pinned there.

She can barely move her fingers this time, not even a twitch as she sees his figure start to walk towards her. Pressure starts enclosing around her throat, blocking her air supply as she tries to rip her arms away, but they just lay there helplessly. She gasps, gritting her teeth to try and do anything but all she can manage is to kick her feet as the wind finally rips away her hood, instantly slapping her face with the cold chilling air.

Her vision starts to bleed in and out as her head spins from the lack of oxygen, (Y/N) manages to see Vader now looming over her figure and she thinks she sees him recoil back once he finally gets a look at her face.

The invisible hand around her throat and pinning her limbs down let go almost instantly. She flings her body up and immediately gulps down air and coughs, everything hurts and throbs in pain, but she can’t think about anything as her hands come up to cradle her throat as she tries to fight off unconsciousness and steady her breathing.

(Y/N)’s mind finally comes back to her as she cranes her neck up to see Vader just standing there.

“Wh-What?” She manages to croak out as her throat screams in protest, tears she didn’t know were now spilling to coming down her chin.

A weird crackling sound comes out and she thinks it’s his modulated breathing as he just stares.

She wants to fight, to do anything but sit there on the ground pathetically but it takes everything in her just to loll her head up at him, her body feeling like lead as new bruises start to flourish with old ones. It had been days of fighting and running and healing injured Jedi without any rest.

(Y/N) was never the strongest and after years of not training or using any force, she had become weak.

He says something, she thinks it’s a name, her name?

But her eyes finally close as her body falls to the side and her brain drags her to sleep.

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(Y/N) shuffles around a bit on the plush bed to get herself comfortable before her mind starts to darken again, the silk sheets feeling soft and light yet warm.

Wait sheets? Bed?

Throwing her body up, the black sheets pool at her waist as she frantically looks around the room.

It’s a room of some sorts, maybe on a ship? The walls are metal and the room’s big but bare with anything personalised.

She remembers the fight with Vader, thinking she was going to die but he just let her go and then she passed out.

The room spins as her vision finally clears its sleepy haze and the more she tries to focus the more the throbbing pain in her head hurts. Her body is so sore, and it feels like she has to use every piece of strength in her body to try and pick up her arm.

Nausea creeps up her throat and she groans as she curls into herself.

Hearing the door open, she forces her body up right as she watches Vader stride in, there’s no words exchanged as he closes the door and takes a few steps towards the bed.

They both stare at each other, (Y/N) staring into the eyes of his helmet to try and search for his eyes and Vader looking in those familiar (E/C) orbs he used to search comfort in.

Slowly, he starts to lift his helmet off and (Y/N) goes to stop him but it dies in her throat when she sees his face.

“Anakin?” Her voice is so soft he barely misses it, he wants to correct her and say that Anakin is dead but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out.

(Y/N) doesn’t know what to do, she wants to swear at him, she wants to jump and scream and hug him so tight but…

“You’re…. You’re not Anakin.” She says slowly.

She can see the hurt flash in his eyes before he looks away and puts his helmet back on. They both return to silence before (Y/N) speaks again.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here? Why didn’t you just…” She trails off, her head pounding harder as she thinks about her childhood best friend ending her life.

“Just what? Kill you?” His voice comes out sharp, but the ugly sound of his modulator crackling tells her his voice strained.

(Y/N) pushes herself up by her arm to sit properly as he watches her through his visor. “You fought with Master Obi-Won and fought to kill. Why didn’t you do that to me once you saw who I was?”

“That’s different” Vader’s voice comes out uncharacteristically high, but he calms himself before continuing. “You are in my bedroom and you will be here until I say so. I’ll go get you some medicine and food.”

His black cape flows as he turns around to leave but (Y/N) leans forward to try and make him stay.

“Wait! Anakin-”

“It’s Vader now!” He snaps cutting her off. “And don’t think of leaving this room, your injured and I have the door locked with guards stationed outside. Just sit down and do nothing, like you have done for years.”

The last few words digs a knife into her heart but she doesn’t even have the time to properly react before he’s out of the room with the sound of the door sliding closed.

(Y/N) stares blankly at the door as her head falls back to softly thunk against the bed post.

Had her Anakin really turned into this? Into the monster that is Darth Vader?

A few tears escape her eyes that she’s too exhausted to wipe away. “Oh Anakin, what did they do to you?”

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Like he had said, Vader came back into the room a few minutes later with a bowl of some sort of bone broth, a cup of water and some bacta patches.

He straightens out the sheets at her lap before placing the tray down before giving her a once over and disappearing into what (Y/N) thinks is a connected refresher.

Picking up the spoon, she swirls the bone broth a bit before taking a small tentative sip. It hits her tongue, and she has to stop herself from humming. Days on the run with limited bad tasting food made this simple broth taste divine on her tongue, but as soon as she swallows, she feels her stomach churn.

(Y/N) drops the spoon back into the bowl, it makes a small splash that barely misses her clothes but she ignores it to sling one arm over her stomach.

Hearing Vader return, she doesn’t have it in her to look up at him as she closes her eyes.

“You need to eat.” It’s a command, his voice having no trace of the man it used to belong to.

“Why am I here.” Her voice is so soft that even Vader’s helmet almost misses it, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know how to respond.

He hesitates before taking a few tentative steps closer to the bed. “Why didn’t you become a Jedi?”

Opening her eyes to watch him, her eyes flash to show her Anakin, the one who was always curled into himself in the middle of the nights when he was caught up in the darkness of his mind.

“Because it wasn’t the life for me.” She manages to say softly. “I wanted to love, to feel without any consequences. I wanted to help people, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to help people how Jedi’s do.”

“Then why did you come back?” He takes off his helmet again, placing it at the foot of the bed before slowly getting on his knees.

The scene must look comical to any outsider, the feared Darth Vader on his knees for some random girl.

(Y/N) has to physically restrain herself from reaching her hand out by hugging herself and tucks her hands in her pits.

“This time I could help people properly. People were getting hurt and I could help them, why wouldn’t I?”

She was always doing that, wasn’t she? Always helping people even if it meant she had to do things she didn’t want to.

Vader wants to shake her shoulders, to shout at her that everyone’s selfish and just using her. To call her selfish for making him stay as a Jedi before leaving it all behind. But most of all, he wants to collapse in her arms and tell her everything, all the pain he endured and everything he had to do that he wouldn’t even think about telling anyone else.

He doesn’t even realise he’s deep in thought before he sees her moving to place his helmet back on, now half sitting on the edge of the bed near him.

“Va- Anakin.” She corrects herself before whispering whilst keeping her touch as delicate as possible. “I can see that you’re struggling to breathe.”

When his helmet finally does lock in place, Vader takes a few deep breaths. He had pressurised his room obviously, but he had to keep it just under his comfortable levels to make sure it didn’t affect (Y/N).

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. “What happened?” They come out soft, but he can feel the hurt behind them and it makes his blood boil.

“How could you possibly ask that?” His modulator now booms his voice. “You saw how they were, they were the reason for her death and you even left!”

The mention of Padmè squeezes (Y/N)’s heart but she just furrows her brows.

“So all of that just justifies you killing millions of innocent people?” Her voice raises as well but he crosses his large arms across his chest plate.

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand Anakin!” She cuts him off, now standing on wobbly legs. “You’re hurting people, people like me who just want to live!”

Standing in-front of him now, yelling at him without listening, reminds Vader of Obi-wan and he snaps.

“I AM VADER! ANAKIN IS DEAD!” His voice rattles the room and shocks (Y/N) to drop back down on the bed. “People like you? Don’t make me laugh.” A cackle gets cut off by his modulator, but it’s filled with coldness. “Your selfish, sitting around while people get hurt. You only care when they start to bother your own little world. Where were you when Padmè died? Where were you when I was getting hurt? You just want to help people to fill that pathetic hole in your chest, so don’t you dare think you can talk to me about any of this.” He sneers before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him, leaving (Y/N) sitting their heart broken.

Looking down at her (S/C) palms, her body shakes with her sobs.

Anakin really is dead.

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A few days pass, maybe a week?

(Y/N) doesn’t kriffin know but she does know is that her body has finally recovered mostly, some wounds still need a few more days but there’s no risk of tearing anything open and she finally doesn’t feel nauseous and dizzy anymore.

Happy with her new found health, now the dreaded thoughts of what will happen to her finally sink in as her mind isn’t fogged up with pain.

Vader made it out like he hated her, he despised her life and even though she hadn’t seen him since that day, a storm trooper always came in with food and things she would need for the day.

It made no sense and she’s tired.

She left this life because she couldn’t handle it and now, she’s forcefully thrusted back in only to be caught up in more stuff?

(Y/N) never wanted this.

Standing from the chair, she walks over to the sliding door that was always locked and started banging. Like always, the storm troopers stationed there at every hour and rotating depending on shifts, called back asking what she needed.

“I want to talk to Vader, now.” Her snappy voice makes them hesitate, they had strict rules to keep her in the room and not to talk more than necessary and there were no rules to state that she couldn’t ask for the black armoured man himself, but they had seen how angry he had barged out of the room.

Finally giving into the demands, they look at each other before calling out they would send someone to fetch him and in a few minutes Vader himself was walking through the halls.

All troopers and anyone in the vicinity tense up and looks away but he ignores them before slamming the hatch open and locking it behind him.

“What do you gain from keeping me here Vader? What do you want from me? This is the last time I’m asking this and if you don’t answer me, I will do everything in my power to leave.” (Y/N) usual voice is devoid of any fun or sarcasm or tenderness as she gets straight to the point, not letting him even acknowledge her.

Taking a few steps towards from the wall, he leaves decent space between them both but still enough to keep a comfortable conversation.

“Do you really not know why you are here?” His modulated voice still startles the female but the anger in her veins smooth over that.

Crossing her arms, she leans onto her front leg. “How could I? You seem to hate my existence, yet you ordered for me to be taken cared of, but I’m not allowed to leave. You won’t even answer my questions.” Her arms come up and wave to emphasize her point but Vader just stares. He had forgotten how her little habits actually looked, he could never forget but the years apart had fogged up his imagery of the memories.

Finally feeling as if there is no other way to express himself, he just simply states. “I love you, that’s why you are staying here.”

(Y/N)’s mind reels so hard that she stumbles back, her ass landing right on the chair she had left untucked.

Shaking her head, (Y/N) feels like she’s dreaming because this couldn’t be real. “You- You can’t! You said it yourself, I’m selfish and horrible and you called me pathetic! You loved Padmé! How could you love me?” Tears start pouring down her face, but she doesn’t even realise as she looks through his armour and straight into his heart, trying to search for the Anakin she knew and, admittedly, loved, but she can’t find him and all she can see is a stranger.

Vader winces at her tears, it feels like someone is physically ripping his heart out when he sees her cry, but he just takes a deep breath before striding over and crouching.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, but I didn’t realise until Padmé died that the love I felt for you and her are different.” His gloved hand comes up to wipe away a tear, a little rougher than he had wanted but he had never touched someone as delicately as he was touching her now.

Hiccups and whimpers leave her throat as sobs wrack (Y/N) body before she abruptly stands up and shakes her head. “This- This ca-can’t be happening.” Her voice cracks slightly but Vader just stands up aswell and grabs her arm gently to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“This is real, the faster you accept that the faster you can acclimate to your new home.” Again, Vader is a bit harsher than he had wanted but he had never thought about anyone’s emotions other than his own for years.

Ripping his arm off her, (Y/N) growls. “This isn’t my home, this will never be my home. You took me away from my home.”

She moves to run to the door but she gets yanked back by her waist and gets thrown onto the bed, the plush surface doesn’t do any damage but the fast movement disorientates (Y/N) enough to let him pin her legs down with his own and restrain her wrists with one of his own.

“It doesn’t matter if you tell yourself this isn’t your home because now it is.” The hiss that escapes his throat crackles horribly from his modulator, but he just presses her wrists down harder to make sure her (e/c) orbs focus on him. “You’re staying here weather you like it or not, so it’s best if you start faking it or the only person who’s going to be affected by your struggling is yourself.”

Her hiccups and tears return as she started into the damned black visor, Anakin had really died and left behind this love sick monster hu?

Closing her eyes tightly to block out everything out as her legs stop trying to twist away, the last though in her mind rings out before she finally stops struggling.

‘I’m sorry Anakin.’

#tw yandere #soft!yandere #soft yandere #chubby reader #darling core #Yandere vader #yandere Darth vader #yandere anakin skywalker #yandere #ask #cw yandere #soft yandere Darth vader #dark!anakin

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visionthefox · 13 days

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Im feeling silly , I was looking over my logs of texts I often write to myself, an idea of what ever I want to do in the future And I found a horror idea based on a dream I had- I still somewhat remember it- I have a fear of getting lost and trapped - because I did get lost some few times in my life~ but for some reason my dream changed to "Im running" to "watch as someone else needs to survive" and I guess was to not get too scared? anyways, all I know I was in a abandoment plex, or shopping mall, I was in the play area MIND YOU this was before FNAF RUIN was even a thing! but I used to watch ppl explore abandoment places at night- soo ok, based on this dream of being lost, and running from something, I created an AU I never once shared to anyone sooo feeling silly! I want to let it out~ in resume! actually short one What if Fazbear got tired of weird stuff happening in the daycare, robots coming in and out, missing tech- a fucking death star? and their animatronics getting too comfortable walking away.. so much so is getting the brand in trouble so one night- FazCo just - reset both Sun and Moon, one night they sleep in the room they have, some humans walk in, since they work there Computer can not harm them, Computer tried to wake Moon but failed the next day, both brothers forgor everything and everyone, but something is off, Sun is not nervious nor shy, far from it, he seems to take a leadship, be harsh, sassy and somewhat mean-Moon in the other hand? he is calm, silent, cold only to human and robots, not kids, he is obedient to Sun only, and will be mean to everyone else. idk what exactly happened, but the plex grew darker, as maybe the aura of the change made everyone freak out, since Moon was literally paying FazCo to let him do anything, yet the company reset him as nothing.. soon chaos happend, and Eclipse , who mind you now has a body of his own -and I have no idea on what arc this happened, I just know he still hated everyone and didnt died- tried to walk in the daycare, only to Find Moon staring at him at the top on the play structure, Eclipse tease Moon but soon see something is not ok. Moon let him walk in, and worst, he just stared at him like a cat set on a prey, is only when Sun walked out from the ball pit he stared at Eclispe , and in a cheerfull yet cold tone said "oh, you are not part of FazCo line.. you are a bootleg? sorry~ we dont allow bootlegs in here! you need to leave!" and before Eclipse can say shit, Moon chease him away, Eclipse doesnt know why- but he ran away, maybe because Moon seems to be in his "kill code mode" but he just runs NOW this is the meat of the AU, Eclipse is forced to survive not getting seen by anyone, not even gregrory because he soon realized, every door is locked with new code only the rest on the glamrooks know, he tried to find the code, but just can not.. this is all I got, in my notes I had that Sun tried to reset Eclipse too thinking he just "needed some repains too" but I think Sun wanting Eclipse gone is more scary~ so yea, idk what to do with this so Im letting this out here- I may flesh out this idea? but I dont think I may actually draw it I just knew I wanted some horror related AU with sams at the time I wrote my dream down, I wanted true horror an scene I rememebr is Eclipse running inside one of the tubes, is all dark, only his eyes glow, and he is freaking out, Moon is cheasing him like a actual robot, no much of his personality showing - Eclipse clips up to the play structure, and finds a way out, not before he hears Sun teasing "please come out! we will make you better! you need to follwo FazCo rules~"

#sams #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams au #tsams au #horror au I guess?#also idk what will happend to Lunar- I gues he is safe with monty #also at the time I had this dream Earth wasnt in the cast #if she were to be added she too had to stay hidden since Moon would never allowe her not Lunar to be own by FazCo

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the-kr8tor · 8 months

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Okay okay so a few headcannons I have for TTN

Reader totally has a step by step plan for getting hobie to ask her out (listen she'd ask but like it's Hobie we need him to break the ice or we could be reading this all wrong)

She's definitely at every show if she can be but leaves before the "after party". Not her scene she just came to support her boys (hobie and Ned)

She has a hard time making female friends, which is why the sudden bind with Yuri was so nice!

If Yuri stuck around instead of leaving here soon she'd totally start flirting with reader to mess with hobie all the time now that they're best mates now. She'd flirt and Reader would get flustered as fuck but try to laugh it off and play along and Yuri would be like "see hobie that's how it's done. You better be careful looks like I might be cherry's new favorite~"all playfully smug and hobie isn't bothered knows she joking so it just really messing with reader 🤣

Readers taken hobie on like 1500 dates and he still doesn't get that she wants him. I mean come in we dragged him to a runway show! I'm sure we've done similar else where. Having to "convince" him to come when he'd do anything for her.

Obviously it's the same from hobie's side from above I mean he took us to a fabric shop and got all sweet about it. I know there's been more

Hobie complains to Ned about reader and he's told him Tim and time again just go for it at this point he'll just look at him and raise a brow and hobies like yeah yeah I know I should tell her yada yada. Yuri just figured it out and teases while James is a lil special.

I may or may not have a crush on Yuri

Who said that 🤔 anywayyyyyys I love the series, and I love talking about it with you even if you shattered my heart in that last chapter with that ending after all that sugar. I was reading last night for a pick me up before bed and I was left dangling on a cliff after being loaded with friendship sugar. -_- 🫠 I had to re-read to make sure I hadn't missed something.

OMG @dema-heart you got me giggling, kicking my feet! This is so sweet ❤️❤️❤️

Gosh, that's adorable! I can imagine her doing that! Imagine that she has it all planned out in the back of her lil sketchbook, she writes: if I ever grow some balls. Then she has the step by step guide on it lol I think r is very meticulous when it comes to planning and studying

Oh definitely! She's their number 1 fan for a reason, she'd be too shy to mingle with ppl she doesn't know very well.

Oh I love their interaction! I had so much fun writing Yuri (I've based her on an oc of mine lol)

Lmaooo she's too powerful! Plot twist Yuri and the reader run away together 😂🤣

She always convinces him with the promise of shawarma or food lol and it always works like a charm

They're idiots your honor

I love the Idea that Yuri took one look at them when she first met the reader and went "yep they're in love" LMAOOO JAMES 🤣🤣🤣 he's a himbo okay

It's okay I too have a crush on her 😜 The way I wrote her was very attractive lmao she got me blushing and I was the one writing her

Hehehhe I'm glad you liked it! I'm ready to catch you if you ever fall because of the next chapter hehehe

Im honestly thinking about making a oneshot from chapter 4 where they were putting together Hobie's bed, imagine the banter lmao maybe when I finish the series I'll get to write it

#ask answered #thanks angel!#this is so nice!#i love hearing every one's thoughts on ttn

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male2mutt · 1 month

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elise’s oc question was so sick so im going to follow suit & ask for all the NON-prime numbers. for Phive. please 🌞🗡️

for you boss man? anything 😌

phivarus "phive" ailanthus is another dnd/terrave oc and (technically) the first dnd character i played :3

1. phives biggest lie (to himself and others) is that he is exactly what his parents want him to be. he is extremely not, but not for the reasons *he* thinks

4. idk if this counts as a hobby to all but oh my gods he misses going to the church. as complicated as it makes him feel, its the only place hes ever been where anything felt like it made sense, any order to the world

6. his favorite fruit is an emelofruit custard with granola and sweet cream. emelofruit is hard to come by where hes been adventuring and so he keeps it to himself. a little precious memory he can return to, just for himself

8. oh.. pretty strict. i think he feels it for his friends, but where he grew up, hes never heard it used for anyone but family

9. while hes used to tough love, hes pathetically desperate for gentle love

10. it hasnt come up in the campaign but he loves social etiquette and fine dining

12. he loves antihumor. tell him a joke with a long set up and a complete dud of a punchline and he loses it

14. slowly. like he never really wants to

15. the biggest change would be between how he is with his friends/adventuring party and when hes around his family, but they dont rly know that yet

16. himself lmao

18. his brother, leonorin

20. his aunt who runs a relic shop in the capitol. has fond memories of when she visited as a child but otherwise hated that her work took her away from the family

21. im not sure if this is a spoiler or not.................

22. doing anything blindfolded. scares the shit out of him

24. he did no such thing and does not appreciate you accusing him of something that was probably hexes doing

25. again. etiquette. hes fighting marionettes and giant eels. put this man in a gala where he belongs

26. oh being fired or ousted would crush him

27. a cameo brooch of his own mothers likeness. its locked in a truck in his room

28. he says he wants to go home. he never wants to go home again

30. he sort of takes everything personal. he feels like his whole immediately world is his responsibility, for better or worse

32. oh he would try not to break any law, but he also isnt a fan of closed doors, so maybe unlawful entry shsjdjg

33. hes drawn swords on ppl before so

34. a firm handshake and a hug if they offer

35. drawing a sword on idinos befki lmao

36. hexe, until they grow closer. but i think its absolutely to the benefit of both of them

38. prayer. if he has to do it in front of an audience, it makes his stomach twist up

39. hmmmm. invited to feel included

40. it doesnt bother him. he has to lead by example anyway

42. he would proselytize shsjfkg

44. he already knows common, elven, and halfling, so probably dwarven or gnomish, as theyre related languages

45. jewelry

46. huge listener. he prefers to talk during lulls, but if you put him on the spot, he flubs

48. any of his siblings

49. yes, and does all the time. with little complaint

50. oh literally all of his current religious beliefs. thats on purpose

51. from summit to set, praise be solanum. ends his morning prayers with the phrase, so at least once daily

52. emotions first babey

54. FIGHT BABEY

55. his oath.

#welcome to my longest and most well developed blorbo #phivarus ailanthus

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johnpeelsession · 11 months

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How to be visible at pride without being obnoxious (as punk/goth) about it: A fashion guide by Ren

So maybe you're not into wearing a lot of color or maybe you're like me and think flag merchandise is kinda tacky or maybe you just want a more subtle look because you aren't a fresh out of the closet 12-15 year old going to your first pride. Whatever the reason is here's my tips and tricks to b visible but not in a way that screams "I make my sexuality my whole personality!"

Pins and patches

Pins and patches are a classic way to show pride. Can be as blatant as my double venus sign patch or a bit silly like my yellow cowgirl one. As you can see I have other pins on the jacket as well, two of my favorite bands The clash and the dead kennedys, making this look causal and not "I picked out these pins specifically to signal I'm a homosexual." Us punks usually make our stuff so don't be afraid to make a pink triangle patch or get a lesbian esque pin from a small shop or the mall (if thats all you have like I do). Leather jackets are my favorite but jean jackets can definitely work too, really whatever you want.

Flags and colors

Purple has always been associated with homosexuality. Think of the purple rhinoceros, the labrys flag, and the spirit part on the original rainbow flag. In some places specific color laces on doc martens say a lot about a person (though it can vary from one country to another especially since its not the late 70s and 80s anymore) and their political opinions/alignings. Blue laces (can) mean you hate cops, yellow means you're anti racist/discrimination and black laces (can) simply mean you're wearing them fresh out of the box. I bought these purple laces with my birthday money about two years ago (my docs are about 5 years old, vegan leather) and ever since I get nods from other (mostly younger) lesbians and others in the community who know. Its a bit like hanky code, a subtle way to tell those who know you're not straight but just being able to pass under the raydar.

As for the socks they're hidden under my plaid pants (again we're going for subtle) and I bought them at the grocery store. I feel more connected to the Gilbert Baker flag (though this one is obviously more saturated and is missing pink and purple) and its the most commonly known flag. I never expect anyone older than 30 (where I live at least) to know any other flag gay or not. Some of these very specific flags are only known online and won't be recognized by (and I don't mean this to be rude) ppl who aren't chronically online. You don't have to shy away from using a niche flag but don't expect everyone (especially older ppl) to know what it is and don't let that invalidate you.

I'll add unto this post if I have anymore points to add but for no whave fun accessorizing and happy pride!

#Style guide #lesbian #lesbian pride #homoseuxality #pride month #lgbt pride

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tinecan · 1 year

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college [ entry #2 ]

it's been a while since i posted. after entry #1 i went and ghosted u jshdjwfhdjjhasbh anw, college na ako !! well, second semester na of my first year as a college student and i could say na it has been a roller coaster ride for me.

i still feel lost. sabi nila, it's normal to feel lost especially when you're a freshman and you'll get used to it naman but honestly, i don't think im moving xd. jk okay, meron namang mga baby steps pero i don't think it's improving huhu. okay, since matagal din ako nang ghost here let me tell you about the roller coaster of my college life so far :').

first, you won't believe this pero i was really THAT# close to being so broken-hearted nung october - november and it sucks like A LOT. since ppl might see this, i won't disclose that much info kase i want it to only be private pero ayun muntik na :'( but im glad that was just a phase. i also met new people and they are very VERY solid - they have been the cause of my happiness sa college life ko and everything im so thankful to have them around. i also met alec's friends sa feu tech and im enjoying a lot sa kanila huhu these ppl are gems and they make me forget about college stress. unfortunately, may mga free trial lang na friendships and isa na dun yung dalawa naming friend from first sem (hi college frenz i kno kilala niyo to jajhadj) no to ppl who invalidates u! remember the entry #1 wherein i ranted about feeling left out? well, my college friends really knows how to handle someone feeling left out and im very grateful huhu.

what happened to my antipolo friends? wala. they are still the same. may nag-away tho pero nagka ayos din naman and im so very thankful kase they are my og - my home ganern. my antipolo friends are a breath of fresh air literally one call away friends. im missing antipolo sm :( i forgot to mention na lumipat na ako sa qc and i have been staying here ever since college started. tho nagpupunta pa din naman akong antips anytime im free, iba pa din yung dun ka umuuwi araw-araw :[ im really, really nangungulila na kase i miss home. i miss my room, annoying my siblings, chikas with mommy, and especially miyuki!!!! GRRRR. I WANNA FAST FORWARD TO VACATION !

lately, im proud of my grades coz i can really see na nag improve ako (im not lying) yung standard and pressure na napunta sakin nung shs is tumaas ngayon hnggg i really wanna make ppl around me proud *cue this is me trying by taylor swift* ayun.. college life so far is... unexplainable. altho i got to try new things din naman! i won't tell specifically tho pero manila really changed me a lot and aminado din naman ako nung hs ako na i was certain manila will change me so im not even so shocked rn. pero ayun.. i kinda miss the jhs me hsahshhas i miss everything about highschool. i miss afcs. i can't believe im studying in feu now i think my soul is still stuck in 2019 hwhahwhahshaha.

anyways, i gtg! may pasok pa ako bukas it's currently 12am na. im gonna see alec tomorrow like i always do kapag vacant if hindi sila mag comp shop for their tournament practice sa valorant (im claiming na they will win hihi) im gonna tell u all about my day soon ulit! promise i won't ghost for long na HJHGDHADA XD. bye!

02/27/2023

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hwajin · 2 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 — !# : scb

genre: smut, fluff, au

pairing: barista!changbin x fem!reader

synopsis: you didn't expect a barista working in your favourite coffee to blow you off your shoes. you'd only later see how fate would bring you together.

warnings: very slow burnish smut, lots and lots of teasing, unprotected sex, rlly kinda soft tho <3

wc: 6k

note: this is my contribution to my own collab LMAO. i did try smth new with this one so don't mind this being slightly out of place ksdfh, i hope you like it nevertheless tho! thanks to everyone who's participating in this, it truly means so much that some ppl wanted to be part of this hehe, i'll tag all the participants CUZ YOU GOTTA CHECK THEM OUT OR ELSE 😤🔪

@spookybias @seo--changbin @sunnyville36 @jenna-skzooma @aliceoracleollormusic @es-kay-zee @joonszn @freckledwinterfalls @kookthief @yunkiwii @chans-starlight

not my pics, credits to owner

"Shit, shit, shit..."

Your legs had a mind of their own making their hurried steps through the packed station - men and women in suits and blazers, students with worn faces and the one or other stray dog meeting your way - and you still registered the faint whistle of the train that you had left just seconds ago, though the small buds in your ears were offing outside noises almost entirely.

You didn't plan to oversleep on the first day back to college, after two calm weeks of enjoying some free time during the winter holidays. Since you were lucky with your professors this semester - none of them expectant of their students to work and study their asses off during Christmas - you have gotten comfortable over the past 14 days, your mind blocking out the fact that you were supposed to get back to setting alarms every morning, causing you to sleep in and missing the last possible train that would have gotten you to your destination on time. You cussed yourself out some more internally, calves already aching some due to the fast tempo you have set for yourself, passing by strangers hastily. Strangers that all looked the same to you, with their same black suitcases, the same frowns on their faces. Talking on the phone, seemingly distressed, head and thoughts far up in their jobs. You wondered, sometimes, when you inspected them like this, on your way to college and back, if you'll end up like one of them. If you'll ever lose yourself and decide for a path that was convenient, rather than going after your plans, your dream you might say.

A slight shake to your head tore you out of your never ending thoughts, quickly deciding that now surely wasn't the appropriate time to let your mind get clouded with worries about your long term future, the nervousness of reaching class as soon as it was currently possible occupying you enough already. You meandered your way through the packed crowds while you passed one store after another, "open" and "closed" signs in windows passing your peripheral vision, the smell of coffee suddenly infiltrating your nosestrills.

Coffee. While the reasonable part of your brain started calculating how many minutes you'd lose waiting in line to get one cup of hot, refreshing coffee, your feet already dragged you towards one of your favourite coffee shops, the familiar jingling from the bells at the top of the entrance door ringing in your ears, a smile automatically forming on your lips. You loved how welcoming this place was, large windows on every side letting sunshine flood the warm, ebony wood with its shimmery rays, the sweet aroma of baked goods and freshly brewed drinks giving a homely feeling. The café wasn't all too big, only a couple of tables and chairs standing around neatly, though you barely ever saw other customers around this place.

You walked up to the counter, already expecting to greet the barista you knew was working the morning shifts on weekdays, the poor girl always looking tired and exhausted, yet never skipping on initiating small talk with you, their most regular guest. But you were taken by surprise when you locked eyes with a to you unknown employee, one that you've never seen around before. He gave you an inviting smile, his cheeks cutely puffing up in the process. His messy hair fell around his sharp face, bangs just short enough to not cover his eyes.

"Morning, what can i get for you?"

He was attractive, you couldn't lie. His voice was low, a raspy undertone lying in it, and you needed a couple of seconds before you remembered what you were here for, before you could process his question. It was unusual for you to be this taken aback by a complete stranger, and yet it couldn't be held against you, not with the way this man was looking at you, expectantly, questioning eyes laced with curiosity. You converted your eyes off his, looking at the big menu boards behind him - as unnecessary as it was since you never changed you order here, but you needed somewhere else to look at to be able to sort your thoughts - and you took a quick second to clear your throat before answering.

"Oh, uhm- just a coffee to go, please, and..."

You inspected the bakings that were laid out in the glass showcase, the fancy names and goldish-brown pastries filled with strawberries or chocolate making your mouth water. You didn't get the time to have a proper breakfast, so you decided a quick snack to eat in uni wasn't that bad of an idea. You decided for something that looked close to a baked apple turnover, pointing towards it.

"...and one of those, please."

You gave the man in front of you a smile which he returned, once again making your heart skip a beat. He continued to give you a small nod as to silently tell you he understood and got your order, proceeding to take a pair of tongs and a paper bag to prepare one half of what you have told him moments prior, and while he leaned forward you took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the name tag clipped to his white shirt. 'Changbin'. A simple yet pretty name, you thought. You'd imagine it sounding nice coming from your mouth, rolling over your tongue before escaping your lips and for a second you debated whether or not to actually, call him by his name, point it out, maybe, or somehow sprinkle it in for when you'll say goodbye. A really bad shot at flirting, yes, but after all he sparked something in you you'd never expected, and letting him know of your interest might after all be the only shot you got with the barista.

"You want a large, medium or small one?"

His voice ended your strain of thoughts, the words making little sense to you, though. You gave the man behind the counter questioning eyes, the early hours not necessarily making you understand nor process things at hand any bit faster. He smirked at you, glancing down for just a moment before his eyes found yours again, and you weren't fully sure but you found something new in his expression. Mischief, maybe.

"The coffee, I mean. Which size do you want?"

The smirk never leaving his face it only now clicked what he was referring to - directly and indirectly -, and you felt your skin growing hotter, a deep blush painting your cheeks and your nose bridge, up to your ears. You gave yourself a mental slap across the face, hurrying to finally answer his question to save some of the awkwardness you had to bear out at this point.

"Oh I'm sorry uh- a large one. Please. Thank you."

You heard the barista huff out air through his nose, as if amused, an eyebrow raised and his narrow eyes subtly but surely running up and down your figure for just a second - you'd had missed it, almost - before he nodded, speaking a quick "alright" before turning around to get your order done. Your scrunched your nose up in embarrassment while his back was facing you, the coffee machine drowning out nearly ever other sound, allowing you to breathe in and out somewhat heavily, the man behind the counter making you a flustered mess. You used the time to check your phone quickly, a wave of shock running through your bones seeing how late you were running. Honestly, you have given up at this point; considering you were late anyways, no matter how fast you'd run or walk, you saw no use in hurrying anymore. You let out a defeated, long breath, stuffing your phone back into your pocket and converting your eyes back to the dripping deep black liquid, able to tase the bitterness on your tongue already.

"What, having a hard morning?"

Upon hearing your sigh Changbin must have figured your distress, and you shrugged your shoulders slightly when the man gave you a quick look.

"Ahh, I'm just running late to classes, that's it."

While the barista broke out into a fit of giggles, back still facing you as he poured the hot drink into a beige paper cup, hands working quickly and confidently, you noticed how build he was, lines of muscles and veins visible underneath his thin white shirt. Another blush covered your features, and you gave yourself another mental slap across the face.

"And yet you take time to get some coffee? You know, you should be more responsible about your studies."

Changbin turned around with the finished cup, eyebrows raised and a teasing seriousness lacing his tone as he said those words, eliciting a chuckle from you. You were unsure as to how you should be continuing the conversation, his eyes piercing through you as he simply smiled, prepping your ready order on top of the counter. It seemed like he didn't expect an answer from you, though, your chuckle apparently enough for him as he let you know how much you owed him, waiting for you to clumsily fiddle after your wallet in the way to heavy bag you were carrying. You didn't take notice, but his eyes were on you the whole time, smile not fading for one second - as if painted onto his face - as he took in your whole, the way you moved, a bit helpless but so easily, carelessly almost that he couldn't help but wanting to know you closer. Finally, you had the money in your hands, apologizing that you'd had only brought cash with you, but tipping him a good amount in return before you took the paper bag and cup, smiling a last goodbye, exchanging a last quick look until you disappeared through the entrance door, eventually vanishing in between crowds in far distance, Changbin's smile fading slowly the further you moved. You, on the other hand, couldn't shine any brighter, the corners of your lips reaching from one ear to the other as you continued making your way to school, already anticipating another visit at the café.

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Though you finally reached class – a sea of eyes skimming you for just seconds when you entered the room much too late, but neither the professor nor the students bothered enough to not pick up where they were interrupted straight away – but you’d lie saying you were concentrated in the slightest. You knew you’d be daydreaming nevertheless after the encounter at the coffee shop, but apparently the man behind the counter had even more charm and interest in you then you would have guessed at first; because on your cup that now had rests of lukewarm coffee in it you could read the words “text (or call) me if you… want some more coffee. or want to talk more. or… anything else ;)”, with his phone number written right below in neat handwriting, one that you’d imagine him to have. And yet you were indecisive. Wouldn’t texting him right away come off as desperate? Shouldn’t you wait a bit at least, until your day in school ended and you were home again? On the other hand, he must be anticipating a text, given he was the one asking for further contact.

It took you a little more internal debating until the lesson was done and over within seconds, it felt like, and sitting in the train that was destined to bring you home your mind did not give you a break, the constant back and forth between wanting to seem hard to get, at least, or not occupying your thoughts. You should have just somehow slipped your number onto the café’s counter, you thought, so the decision, the anxiety of sending a very first text to someone you knew basically nothing about, wouldn’t have to lay on you right this moment. Your shook yourself back to reality, letting your phone slide into the pocket of your slightly big jacket, figuring that simply holding and staring at it any longer wouldn’t help you out necessarily. You wiped your hands on your jeans for a second, trying to get rid of the film of sweat that has formed on them, before ruffling through your hair, trying to keep yourself distracted. You knew it was for nothing, though, you knew yourself well enough to figure out that you’d have a sleepless night ahead of you if you didn’t decide what to do with the number on the cup as soon as possible, if you didn’t make up your mind on what the smartest and least awkward message would be.

You looked to your left, being taken aback for just a second at the speed the landscapes – trees, bushes, the one or other stray animal on a farm – was moving past you, but soon finding peace in the view. You allowed it to distract you for a while, your eyes skimming over houses and cars and vast fields hurriedly, before suddenly, a part of your brain as though switched on a light bulb, your phone already in your hands again while you rummaged around in your bag, in hopes of finding the empty cup. A smile danced around your lips as you typed in his number with quick hands, setting a simple “changbin” as his name, and sending a simple “hey :)” for a message.

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changbin: ahhh, so you’re not from here?

you: nope, sadly

changbin: sadly? might there… be a reason you’d wanna be from here for 👀

You almost didn’t want to admit to how well the conversation with Changbin was going. He was cracking so many bad jokes that you almost forgot you were still sitting on a public train, trying to refrain yourself from simply giggling at his texts, like some teenager in love. And yet you couldn’t help yourself, nor did you really care with how sweet he was, how simple it felt talking to him.

And he was witty, too. He truly had a way with words that you didn’t quite expect, somehow masked behind his boyish and cutely awkward-ish persona, making you smirk, blush almost before you brainstormed a possible, just as witty response, though being taken aback.

you: hmmm well… the coffee there’s pretty good ig :)

You smiled slightly to yourself upon seeing the small …typing right under his name appear and disappear over and over again, before another of his messages finally reached you.

changbin: mhh i see, so it’s the coffee for you. if you like it that much how about we meet up and drink one together? i know this RLLY nice place, one of their baristas makes out of this world coffee i swear

changbin: maybe you’ll end up liking him more than the coffee tho :))

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When Changbin mentioned this, as he called it, REALLY nice place you imagined meeting him in the café he works at, where you have met the first time, grabbing a drink together and talking for a while, getting to know each other while the turmoil outside, passengers and kids and dogs and cars, would barely be noticeable, for neither of you. You soon figured out that with the REALLY nice place Changbin, in fact, meant his very own four walls, the apartment he lived in. And, he did not lie, the place was nice. It was quite spacey, but you noticed it was the bright and minimalized interior that made the place look bigger than it was. It was welcoming, soft, neutral colours of beige and hints of olive-green painting walls and carpets that shone beautifully when rays of sunshine hit them, every corner clean, but not to a point of weirdness. You could, throughout all the rooms he’s showed you, still sense that hint of personality that you see in other people’s houses, could still build this idea around him, seeing the way he was living.

“So uhm- what do you think?”

You couldn’t hold back the laughter upon the sight in front of you, seeing the man pout almost immediately when he heard your giggles. You had figured it would be nice to bring him some sort of present when you went to meet him – though you’d debated day and night whether or not it would seem out of place – but you had decided to go for an apron, the cheap ones you see in supermarkets, that have terrible designs on them that it’s almost funny again. And you were right with your decision, striking Changbin as the humorous guy who definitely would catch onto the joke wasn’t a bad guess after all, the man laughing at the cloth you had given him when you entered his place.

Your laughter only continued with Changbin pretending to be deeply hurt, his back facing you as he was preparing the coffee he has promised you over text, looking over his shoulder from time to time only to give you a salty look, so you don’t dare forget that he doesn’t like to be made fun of. Every time his face went back to his kitchen counter, though, you saw a little smirk playing around the edges of his lips, one that he tried to hide while jokingly nagging and playing around. He enjoyed teasing you.

It was getting slightly harder to keep joking around with Changbin, was getting a bit more difficult to laugh at him for his scoffs or comments he made. Not because you lost the fun, not because you were getting bored, whatsoever. You simply, physically, could barely concentrate on anything but this particular smirk of his, his eyes squinting at you, one corner of his mouth raising, before he turned back around. And even then, your eyes had a mind of their own when they went on their journey up and down his body, the very back you have already had checked out in the café a couple of days back, that you have already mustered once still setting off a fluttery feeling in your stomach, just like on the first day you saw him. It was especially when he moved, muscles flexing and relaxing naturally, that you thought you’d lose your composure, or when his shoulders, broad and large, perked up through the shirt from time to time. But it was also when he turned around fully, the hot drinks finally ready, and your eyes landed on his chest for an embarrassing moment before locking eyes with him again. And it was only a second, a second of him catching you unprepared and shamelessly staring, and yet he noticed. He noticed and he liked it. He enjoyed the way you stuttered at him with your ears turning red involuntarily, he enjoyed how you found your cool so quickly again, taking the cup he had reached out to you as if nothing really happened, as if you genuinely believed he hasn’t seen how your yes converted right when he faced you. And he debated if he wanted to make a comment about it. He so badly would want to risk it, would want to blur out his thoughts and see if you’d go with it, if you’d play along and see where things could end. And yet it was a risk after all, and he didn’t know you enough to surely figure out how you ticked, yet. While, at the same time, also in thoughts, you were wondering where this would lead, this somehow odd situation.

There was this tension both of you felt, though both of you were afraid to cut through it. And yet, both of you knew that the other sensed it as well; it was impossible not to. You sipped away at your coffee, almost never breaking eye contact with Changbin as he took off his apron, shirt underneath creased up, hair messy. He hung it up on a rack that was screwed to a shelf, the cloth somehow fitting so well into the little kitchen that he had, belonging right there next to various pans and bowls and fruits and tableware. Changbin was soon back at having his attention on you, his arm reaching out to grab his own cup of freshly brewed coffee, his veins and muscles and dips too prominent for your liking, once again.

“Is the coffee good?”

The only sound breaking the silence besides Changbins words were some curtains sliding across the wooden floor as the wind hit the window Changbin has opened prior, the fresh air cooling your heated face, if only little.

“Mhm, it’s really good. But uh-“

Your heart pounded as you started your sentence, watching as the man’s expression changed to a questioning one, anticipating your next words, scared you somehow didn’t like it, that something was missing. You took another sip before continuing, foot tapping against the chair in a nervous manner.

“You uh- were right. I did end up liking the barista more.”

You were a sucker at flirting, so naturally, you could only wish away the blush that crept up on your face, and it needed all your willpower to keep the steady eye contact with Changbin, to not shy away now, when you were the guilty one for finally breaking the tension. While you silently wished he understood the hint, that he knew what you meant, a smug grin already overplayed Changbins features, his eyes travelling down to the floor, for a short while only, until connecting with yours again. But this time he looked at you differently, expression in his eyes fitting his teasing smirk, and you hoped, repeated it in your head as if praying, that he has caught onto you. Changbin took a step closer to you, closing the distance between the both of you scarcely any, his cup of coffee standing behind him as though abandoned.

“Hmm, don’t you think that barista deserves some kind of- tip then? When you liked him that much?”, he whispered, almost.

It was strange, truly, how calm you could present yourself although you felt shakier than a nervous wreck internally. Knowing yourself you would fold shortly with the stare the man had on you, lustful, but not the amount that would scare you, and interest, curiosity, just the right portion to anticipate him as much as he did. And yet you set there on his kitchen stool, gaze never missing to match his, back straight, seemingly keeping your cool.

“Well, I don’t have money with me…”

You watched as he continued stepping closer to you, and you finally set down your own cup that you have forgotten to drink out of with the atmosphere getting tighter, and you stood up, finally meeting his height.

“…but I’d know another way to pay you.”

Damn it. Flirting simply wasn’t your strong point, and you only now heard how your words sounded, almost desperate and awkwardly out of place, but you couldn’t take them back, not after blurting them out into the room like this. All the calmness and composure you had started to fade out of you, and the well know blush of yours painted your face once again. You were ready to stutter out an apology, were ready to say that you didn’t mean to come off as someone looking to prostitute yourself, but your brain shut down at Changbins sudden chuckling. It was teasing, a tinge of amusement lacing his voice. He was now as close as he could be without rudely invading your personal space, but near enough to get your body to shiver a bit, for your nerves to tickle.

“Another way to pay me? Now that sounds interesting, don’t you think?”, he tsked at you, head cocked to the sight, and he let out another fit of chuckles when your face only reddened further. And, anew, you were taken aback by him. He didn’t have the reaction you expected, a raised brow maybe with a look of confusion, a harsh change of subject followed by embarrassment by your miserable try to be seductive. And, anew- it seemed like he enjoyed it. Enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed having caught you in a state of flusteredness, no matter how bad you wanted to overplay it.

“Don’t you wanna show me what you meant by it, hm? I’d love to see.”

His voice was dark, the natural raspiness thicker than it was moments prior, and yet you heard a sense of softness in it, sending you into orbit. You wished, almost prayed internally, that he would blow off the whole thing with his playfully smart demeanour, that he’d simply leave you hot and bothered. Hell, after all you weren’t sure what you meant with your words; a simple kiss, something more? His attractiveness got to you, you couldn’t lie, his smirking and teasing and subtle flirting making you think he may be wanting the same thing you wanted. And after all, what if he didn’t? What if you thought and acted all too quickly, misinterpreting him entirely? You were strangers, only met recently, you might have gotten it all wrong, from the very beginning.

But Changbin took just one step closer to you, the intimacy almost uncomfortably tangible now. Almost. You saw his nearly fully black eyes wander across your face, skimming your features before resting at your lips. His own ones were so neatly formed, as if someone has sculptured them on their very own, that it was hard for you to not stare them down. One of his hands almost reached your cheek, stopping just right before touching you. He looked up at you with eyes pleading, lips opening to ask a short “Can I?”, orbs travelling down to your lips again, anticipating an answer. You breathed out a “Yes, please.” and it weren’t seconds, even, when you finally felt his warmth against you, hand on your face and lips on yours. It was slow at first, your movements and actions, as if both of you needed to adjust to each other, to somehow get to know the other better, with time. But you soon got closer, your hand slowly sneaking to rest by his shoulder, squeezing the muscles whenever he bit down on your lower lip experimentally, his own hand drawing circles onto your waist while holding you steadily, letting you melt into him. The wind from outside set into action as if purposefully, breathing a fresh, late-wintery breeze your direction, your heated bodies cooling, if only externally.

Changbin leaned back, revealing puffed lips, redder than before, and he breathed against you heavily. You gave him a quick, almost unnoticeable peck, catching him off guard just before a giggle rolled past his mouth. His demeanour has shifted, shyness drawing his body now as well, and it was impossible for you to not soften at the sight. Though you weren’t any better, having him this close to you, seeing Changbin looking at you the way he was; you felt giddy all over, like a child on Christmas.

“You wanna take this to the bedroom?” A whisper only, and it took him a nod and smile from you to have him picking you up, your legs wrapping around his torso, while he reached said room with every quick step, until you finally felt steadiness underneath you again, the soft mattress of his bed pressing against your back. You surely knew why Changbin picked this room to sleep in when first moving into his apartment; the way the windows were placed on the walls allowed natural light to flood the four walls nearly all hours of the day, the current sunset looking especially breathtaking. You only imagined how the sunrises looked from his bed every morning. Though you might find out.

You watched as the man took of his shirt, and not even the tight apron from before could have prepared you for what you were blessed to see that moment. His body was buff, a direct consequence of his many workouts he has told you about, and yet had an elegant swing to it, curved at just the right places, dipping perfectly for your hands to start tingling, at the thought of touching him alone. God, how badly you wanted to touch him. And it’s as if he knew, moving towards you to get rid of the distance between the both of you once again, connecting his lips with yours just like he did the first time around, more secure and steady this time, though, pressing you only further into the softness of the sheets. They smelled like him, the subtle sniff you have sensed ever since meeting him intensified now, intoxicating your mind. Your hands settled on his shoulder first, initially afraid to move them farther down his body, but soon finding the confidence to slide them across his arms, only to find out they were quite the sensitive part of his. Changbin grunted out quietly at your nails dragging at his defined proportions, and he let his own hands explore you, your body, the way they wanted. And your lips never once disconnected from the other, the first shyness and unsureness you held, the first feeling of having to getting to know each other was long gone now, seemingly, as you moved in perfect sync, as if you knew the other for decades. It was until Changbin reached your waist, fingertips dancing to get under your shirt, that he leaned back again, that he let the both of you breathe, even if for seconds. It was a silent question, his eyes telling you enough to have you nodding, arching your back against him while he took of your shirt, lips immediately finding your collarbones. You whined out quietly, wanting to hold back your desperateness but failing as Changbin kept nibbling away, at you neck and shoulders and ears, covering your most sensitive parts with purple and red and blueish love bites, your nails dragging up and down his back, possible to leave scratches the next day. Changbin only pulled back to let his lips find yours again, for his hands to travel further south your body, delicate fingers grazing over your elicited skin, drawing shivers out of you with every touch. You let your hands travel over his abs, tracing every dipping line on your way, making him breathe out heavily against you, making him visibly lose his composure. And you touched down, and further down, loving to see the way Changbin pulled away from you, how he looked at you with eyes big and wanting, until you got a hold of his belt accentuating his hips, your gaze piercing through him.

“Can I?”

And screw it, you couldn’t have imagined that the response he gave you would weaken you oh so much, his breathy voice, the words “Yes, fuck- please, yes.” almost drawing out a whine out of you. Never had you had anyone begging for you. Not someone you just met.

Your impatient fingers unbuckled his belt, the bulge in his jeans looking so painful you wanted nothing more than relieving him from it. Changbin helped you remove the belt while you worked at his buttons, and he shuffled down the restrains while you got rid off your own clothes, only your bra keeping you from full nudeness. And it was almost as if you were addicted to the other, as if neither of you could control themselves with the way your lips clashed together again, impatiently, giddily almost, hungry hands back to roaming the others body. You felt Changbins careful fingers dragging down your stomach, reaching your stomach, squeezing down at your thighs. Teasing at everything expect where he knew you needed him, knew you wanted him so badly. You whined out, not thinking that words would come out even remotely understandable out of your mouth, so you pushed your hips against him to make him understand, to hint at him that you craved his touch, that you were dying to feel him, finally. But you only felt him smirking against you while pushing your legs apart, only for him to tease you yet closer to your core, digging his short nails into your inner thighs.

“You want something, baby?”

God, he knew what he was doing. And he loved it, too. Loved how your back arched again at his words, how you looked up at him with your brows scrunched together just slightly, how you tried keeping your sounds to yourself, not wanting him to hear you. You sensed that if you didn’t answer him, though, you wouldn’t get what you wanted, figured that with the tease he was- he wanted to hear you, hear you begging and pleading for him.

“Touch me, please. I need it- need you.”

And you were right, predicted him correctly since his fingers dipped into your wetness just moments after, a content hum leaving his throat while he watched you intently, fingers sliding against you, in hopes of finding that one spot, that had you moaning out and pleading for more. And he knew he found it when your back raised off the mattress, when your hands, always wrapping around his arms, or laying on his shoulders, squeezed him tightly, leaving crescent moons on his skin. And yet he only shortly circled at your clit, only enough to get you worked up that bit more, before his fingers dipped southwards, prodding at your entrance teasingly, watching your face, in case your expression changed. But the plead you let roll off your tongue gave him the get go, and he inserted one of his fingers into you, your walls snugging against him so perfectly he couldn’t help but whine out, wishing for so much more. The sun outside set further with every passing second, painting the room in vividly colours and it didn’t take long before a second and third finger entered you, and Changbin made sure to move them just the right way, to curve them up against you just perfectly to prepare you for him, to have you as comfortable as possible.

Because when his tip teased at your entrance, before slowly moving inside of you, you could feel how girthy he would be. How painfully good the stretch would feel when he bottomed out, finally - and you were right. You weren’t able to hold back the moan that rolled off your tongue when Changbin finally settled inside you fully, his own sounds right next to your year not helping your neediness in any way while he gave you time to adjust to his length. Only when you tapped his shoulder, nodding at him silently he started moving, pulling out until you only felt his tip inside you, before sliding in fully again, bottoming out a second time, only to repeat the same movements over and over. And with every slow stroke that hit your deepest spot every time, with every light nibble he left here and there on your skin, stars covered your vision more and more, and you felt yourself so much closer to fall off the edge with every passing second, as bad as you wanted to keep this moment lasting. But you felt how Changbin wasn’t any better, though his hips stayed the same rhythm his movements grew faster, and his sounds – although quiet – grew more frequent, the one or other praise leaving his lips, making you pull him closer to you. You were moving in sync, both your minds so clouded in the pleasure, in each other, or in wanting to reach that high together, you weren’t sure yourself. The deep reds and oranges and yellows that painted the sky hit the bedroom, the last rays of sunshine of the day illuminating your sweat-glistening skin, while your hands grabbed at each other with want, with lust, while you moved and moved, back and forth, hips and legs tired but chasing nevertheless, until finally, with a couple of last precise strokes into you, both of you almost simultaneously let go, let the orgasm wash over your bodies in a harsh wave, making you collapse against the other. And soon the room was filled with shyness again, the post pleasure state getting to you and making you giggle and chuckle at the other, while the sun finally set behind the clouds, setting the world to darkness.

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wonlouvre · 3 years

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hi~ can i request a seungcheol angst college!au f2l, where they both like each other but cheol starts hanging out with other ppl more, esp one person who likes him and he neglects the reader? dialogue could include something like “go away, i don’t want to see you” or “don’t call me that anymore” if you want. i’d like a slight fluffy ending, but you can end it however you want!

courage | c. sc.

pairing: seungcheol x reader genre: angst, a pinch of fluff and open ending warnings: reader is insecure and is blaming herself over what happened between them and cheol (please tell me i i missed anything!) word count: 1k

💌: wow. all i can say is this was a challenge for me to write. again, i made a few changes here and there. i hope you don’t mind! this is angst and i don’t really know if i did a good job writing it. i don’t want to keep talking about it as i don’t wanna spoil anything. but, thank you as always for requesting! i hope you enjoy <3 also happy birthday s.coups! :’)

You often wondered if it’s alright to throw away the memories you have created and shared with Seungcheol just because he said he doesn’t want to make new ones with you anymore. You often wondered if you would be okay to leave him because he told you to go away and that he doesn’t want to see you anymore. He doesn’t even want to be called by the nickname you have had for him ever since you were kids when he said with an annoyed expression, “don’t call me that anymore.”

Perhaps that was the equivalent of “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

You also asked yourself if you’re willing to forgive and take him back if ever comes the time he wants to hang out again. But by the looks of how he was happy to be around his new friends, you didn’t see any reconciliation happening.

It was cold. The last time you had the chance to talk or spend time with Seungcheol, you remember how cold it was. The air condition blasting inside the coffee shop, his actions, his words; all of them were cold. You were trying to talk to him, asking him what could possibly be wrong. You even went as far as asking if you did anything wrong to make him act that way.

Seungcheol’s silence was an answer enough for you to stand up from the table and take your leave.

You cried almost everyday. You just lost your friend that you have liked from high school and until now. You thought you two were getting along as if you were on the same page. But in the end, you and Seungcheol wanted different things. You wanted him to be your lover as much as you wanted to be his. And as for him, even if he almost wanted to be yours, he still sought for something else.

You still saw him around. At the library, the cafeteria, the gymnasium, the field, the parking lot, the bus stop. Everywhere. You saw him all smiley as he talked to this person who fancies him. You saw him jostling and wrestling around with his friends. You saw him everywhere and you didn’t understand why you couldn’t seem to get used to it. Why won’t the pain stop from aching?

You want him to say sorry. You want him to come back. You want him to come back and love you like he did.

If he ever loved you at all.

At some point, you snapped yourself out from continuously thinking about Seungcheol. It’s obvious that you didn’t even cross his mind anyway. You continued with your life instead. You studied hard and aced everything that you can. You made new friends and went all out in the best way possible. You also spent time alone without thinking and crying about him.

You lived even though it broke your heart that Seungcheol, the person who has a special place in you heart, wasn’t with you until the very end.

“Congratulations Y/N!” Your aunt screams for joy and hugs you. “I’m so proud of you!”

It’s finally graduation day and you’d never felt so free. You smile and hug your aunt back who keeps on jumping in excitement. When she pulls away, she fixes your hair and gown before handing the flowers she brought.

“I have to take a picture,” she says and prepares the camera. “Okay, smile 1! 2! 3---, oh! Isn’t that Seungcheol?”

Your smile instantly drops at the mention of his name. You haven’t told anyone from your family what really happened between the two of you and you really don’t have the heart to explain right now. You beg that she doesn’t call hi---

“Choi Seungcheol!” Your aunt shouts and you look away. “Honey! Come here!”

Please, please, please!

“Hi aunty.”

I hate you, Choi Seungcheol.

“How are you?” Your aunt is all affectionate towards your ex-best friend and it makes you want to vomit. “I never see you around anymore.”

You can tell Seungcheol is caught off-guard by the question with how he scratches the back of his head. You could smack it if you want and no one will care.

“Just got busy with school and all,” he lies.

You roll your eyes.

“Well, don’t just stand there Y/N,” your aunt scolds. “Stand close to Seungcheol so I can take your picture.”

You sigh and swallow your pride. If you don’t want to be bombarded with questions, you might as well just take this stupid picture and carry along. Begrudgingly, you stand close to Seungcheol’s slightly tall frame. You still kept a small distance as you don’t want to have any contact with him.

Out of curiosity, you glance at him and surprisingly enough, he does the same.

You suddenly remember your questions. Is it alright to erase your memories with Seungcheol? Will you be alright if you do so?

Your conclusion is no. No, it wouldn’t be alright and another no, you wouldn’t be alright. It’s both sad and happy that you’re thinking this way. Seungcheol can never justify what he did to you. But, the Seungcheol before cannot be erased by the present Seungcheol. You will never let it be.

What and who you’re letting go instead is Seungcheol himself.

“Hey.”

The boy you used to love calls for you and you look at him one last time.

“Congratulations.” Seungcheol’s cherry lips are smiling as he extends his hand out.

Somehow, you can’t help but smile back and shake his hand. You can tell he’s sincere and that’s all you’re asking for.

Another question comes into mind again, will you ever forgive Seungcheol and have him back in your life again?

Maybe if the right time and right reasons come, yes. Seungcheol doesn’t necessarily have to love you like he did. If he just wants to be just friends again, that’s okay too.

In the meantime, you’d have to let go of his hand.

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batfamtv · 3 years

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me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

sfw

the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

#trese #trese the kambal #trese imagine #crispin #crispin x reader #basilio #basilio x reader #bftvtrese

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junko-and-riri-domain · 3 years

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something you could almost label as love | pjs

hi everyone !! tatts & cupcakes is back :)) idk if anyone still remembers it at this point or even wants to continue reading the series 😭 but thank you for all the interactions while i was ia on this blog 🥺 <3

i haven’t updated in a while so if i missed anyone on the taglist pls lmk also tumblr was being a dum dum and i couldn’t tag a few ppl so if you’re one of them i’m sorry 😪

You felt your palms sweating as you opened the door to reveal K, Heeseung, and Jake. While you weren’t worried about Ni-ki going out with Heeseung and Jake, you were nervous about him going out with K. Ni-ki didn’t know K was his father which was something you and K decided not to reveal until Ni-ki got more comfortable with K which was why they were going to the nearby plaza to shop with Heeseung, Jake, and Jungwon. Sunghoon would stop by the bakery later today to pick up the lunch you had offered to make and pack for them all.

“You good?” Heeseung asked, squeezing your shoulder as an act of reassurance. You nodded and took a deep breath, watching cautiously as Jungwon and Ni-ki went up to K and Jake.

“Just nervous, I guess.”

“I’ll make sure nothing goes wrong, don’t worry,” Heeseung said causing you to smile at him. Jay and Sunoo were going to spend the day together at home, something that you suggested in hopes of easing Jay’s stress. If Jay saw for himself how well Sunoo had gotten, he’d feel better about letting him go back to school tomorrow. After they left you saw Sunoo sulking on the couch, arms crossed and lips formed in a pout. Sitting next to him,

“What’s wrong bubs?”

“I wanted to go with them!” You sighed, petting his hair,

“I know, I know. But at least you’ll go to school tomorrow, right? You’ll get to see all your friends again!” you said in what hopefully sounded like a cheery tone. Yet still, Sunoo didn’t seem satisfied.

“How about I make you tteokboki for lunch tomorrow, will that help cheer you up?” At those words, Sunoo’s eyes up lit up and you knew that there was your sunshine. As much as Sunoo didn’t want you do, you had to leave to open up the bakery.

“I can drop you off,” Jay offered as you were putting your things in your bag.

“It’s ok, really Jay, thank you. Have fun at home with Sunoo, ok?” While you had left in a frenzy, there was now an extra thought added to Jay’s mind. “At home,” you called it. Yours and Ni-ki’s he wanted it to be.

You enjoyed your morning at the bakery, chatting with regulars, and giving out freebies to the cute little kids that stopped by with their parents. When Sunghoon stopped by, you set a picnic basket on the counter, about to explain the food inside when you suddenly received a call from the landlady of your and Ni-ki’s apartment.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hi, you live in Apartment 22, right?” you heard from the other side of the line.

“Yes, I do.”

“Everyone needs to evacuate and pack up their things by tonight, there’s a rat infestation and the exterminators say that it’ll take 2 weeks until anyone can return to the building.”

“A rat infestation?” Why the hell was there a rat infestation and why was she telling you now?

“I’m sorry, hon. Everyone needs to pack what they can by 3 pm.” Checking the time, on your phone, it was only 11:21.

“Thanks for letting me know, I’ll leave right now,” was all you could say before ending the call. Sunghoon looked at you with a worried expression on his face,

“Rat infestation?” he asked. You nodded,

“Me and Ni-ki’s apartment, apparently it’ll take two weeks.”

“The two of you are staying at Jay’s place, though.”

“Yeah, but Ni-ki and I were gonna move out the day after tomorrow.”

“Just stay for two more weeks.”

“Hoon, I can’t do that. It’s not fair.”

“To Jay? I don’t think he’d mind if you two-”

“Not to Jay,” you muttered.

“Jungwon and Sunoo? But they like having their Ni-ki dongsaeng around.”

“To me! Sunghoon, it’s not fair to me!” you admitted.

“I- wait what?”

“I just, it’s not,” you took a deep breath, “Jay is good to me and Ni-ki, I know he is. But there’s just so much happening with Sunoo recovering and K returning. I can’t keep living with Jay, Jungwon, and Sunoo acting as if this whole situation is normal.”

“Do you want it to be?”

“What?”

“Living with Jay, being with his kids, do you want it to be normal?” You almost scoffed at the question,

“Of course I do, who wouldn’t?”

“Then make it normal.”

“Hoon, it’s not that easy. Getting into a relationship with three kids involved is messy and stupid and not the kind of heartbreak I’m willing to put anyone through.”

“Who says it’ll end in heartbreak.”

“That’s the only way I see this ending.”

“Open your eyes then.”

You quickly closed the bakery then rushed to your apartment and somehow, Jay and Sunoo were already there. Sunghoon probably told them.

“Hey,” Jay said as you walked up to them.

“You didn’t have to show up.”

“Of course I did, you and Ni-ki are staying for longer and I should help you move your stuff.”

“Jay, I don’t wanna be a bother. Ni-ki and I can spend the two weeks in a hotel, it’s fine.” Your tone was colder than anything that Jay had ever felt before.

“Are you uncomfortable? Living with me, I mean. Because if you are, I’m sorry.”

You wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell you that he made you weak with his soft gazes and sudden smile. Wanted to tell him that he made you regret how you had gotten so accustomed to his warmth that you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. Wanted to tell him how he gave you hope, maybe love was in the cards for you one day. Wanted to tell him how he made you dream of the picture-perfect life you once thought was stupid. He made you weak, regret, hope, and dream in all the ways you didn’t know were possible but never were you uncomfortable.

“I just don’t wanna keep mooching off of you in your own house.”

“Really, I don’t mind if you and Ni-ki stay for longer. After all, what’s another two weeks?”

“You’re sure?”

“I am.”

“Pinky promise,” you said, bringing up your hand. He smiled as he interlocked your pinkies together and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

You packed as many as your and Ni-ki’s clothes that you could, in the process bringing a couple of your blankets and little trinkets that you felt comfortable with. While you were in the car with Jay and Sunoo, the trunk filled to the brim with your and Ni-ki’s things.

“Are you really sure it’s ok that I brought so much stuff?”

“Don’t worry.”

“What if there’s not enough space? Your closet’s already full and Ni-ki’s toys might get everywhere.” Jay’s hand moved away from the gearshift and gravitated towards your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles,

“We’ll make space.”

The rest of the day went by easily, the guys decided to stay for dinner, and being with K for a longer period of time went by better than you expected. Before you and Jay fell asleep the two of you made a plan for tomorrow since it was Sunoo’s first day back at school. Sometime throughout the night, you woke up to go to the bathroom. After getting out of the bathroom and heading back to the bed,

“No,” you heard with what almost sounded like a whimper, causing you to turn on the lights to see Jay in bed with his eyes closed.

“Jay?”

“I-it’ll, it’ll be ok,” you heard him mutter, seeing him twitch slightly. Tears escaped his eyes as he muttered incoherent words. He was having a nightmare.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, shaking him slightly in hopes that it’d be enough for him to wake up but he stayed within the depths of his nightmare. Not knowing what else to do, you lightly slapped his cheeks, and somehow, that had work. The upper half of his body rose up, eyes frantic as they looked around the room, and only seemed to calm down when they settled on you. You feel him hug you, an action you returned by running your hand through his hair and rubbing his back as he panted heavily trying to return his breathing back to normal.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked cautiously.

“We were in the hospital again. But this time,” he let out a shaky breath, his hold on you tightening, “Sunoo didn’t, he didn’t, love, I, I can’t-” Jay couldn’t bring himself say it out loud but you didn’t need to hear the words to know what he dreamt. Sunoo didn’t make it out alive.

“It’s ok, just keep breathing with me, yeah? Your boys are safe and sound in their room and Sunoo’s going back to school tomorrow, well, technically later. We made a plan, remember?” He nodded, seeming to calm down slightly.

“What was the plan? Repeat it to me.”

“We were gonna wake up early and make breakfast for the boys and pack all their favorite things for lunch. Tteokboki, curry buns, and bungeoppang. We’ll drop them off at school, I’ll drop you off at the bakery then head to work. I’ll pick them up, we’ll go to the bakery to pick you up, then go home.”

“And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do, ok?”

“Ok.” You and Jay ended up laying down afterward but he seemed like he was too shaken up to be able to sleep and honestly, so were you.

“Let’s bake cupcakes.”

“Right now?” You nodded, the hint of a smile playing on the corners of your lips,

“Right now.” Baking cupcakes with Jay at a time in the morning when you should’ve been asleep gave you a sense of comfort you didn’t realize you needed and he seemed to feel the same way. In order to not wake up the boys, you needed to stay quiet, talking in low tones and hushed whispers but neither of you seemed to mind. As the cupcakes were cooling and you were stirring the frosting, a shiver ran down your spine. Something that Jay had taken note of. You felt his presence behind you, confirmed as his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapping around you as his hands rubbed up and down your arms.

“Should I turn up the heat, love?” you heard him ask. Love, he called you, love. It was nothing new to hear Jay call you that but in this moment, you came to a realization. In love was what the past few weeks felt like. Yet despite this, a thought lingered in the back of your mind. What happened when the warmth faded? What happened after two weeks and you and Ni-ki had to move back to your apartment? What happened when the cocoon of warmth you spent so allowing yourself to get enwrapped turned to ice? What happened when you had to return back to reality? You were brought out of your thoughts at the sound of Jay calling your name, asking for confirmation to turn up the heat. But instead,

“If you did then there’d be no reason to stay like this,” you replied teasingly with a smile on your face. The charm of the necklace he gave you shimmered under the kitchen lights as it rested around your neck. Jay wanted nothing more than to tilt your chin upwards and kiss you right then and there. Wanted to show you how much you meant to him. Wanted to love you in all the ways that words could never do it justice. He was so caught up in his thoughts, mesmerized by your smile, and entranced by this whole situation that he hadn’t realized what had just happened when something cool was felt at the tip of his nose, then, on his cheek and he heard a laugh from you.

“Did you just- don’t tell me there’s frosting on my face right now.”

You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to perform your following actions in the next moments. Maybe it was lack of sleep. Maybe it was how close Jay was to you that you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. Maybe it was the way your mind grew hazy with only one thought and one alone on your mind.

You couldn’t help it when you let go of the spatula.

Couldn’t stop yourself when you got on your tiptoes.

Couldn’t hold back from wrapping your arms around his neck and your fingers playing with the edges of his hair.

“There’s no frosting on your face.” Eyes looking in his for any signs of hesitancy, all you saw was something you could almost label as love. But you didn’t dare.

“No? Then what’s on my face?”

“Well on your lips,” closing the distance between your lips and his so that it was mere centimeters, “are mine,” you whispered before your eyes fluttered shut and the distance closed.

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