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osaemu · 7 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ ONE MORE CHANCE? (IT WON'T BE THE LAST) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ you hate your ex, but nobody else can fuck you half as well — so maybe you'll give him one more chance.

contents: fem!reader. implied unprotected sex, dirty talk (?), lil' bit of praise, lil' bit of degradation, oral (fem. receiving), couch sex, gojo covers your mouth at one point, cursing, lil' bit of teasing/mocking (?). sorta toxic but whatevs we love a toxic king! 2000+ words.

author's note: got lazy in the middle of writing this loll

"he's just so fucking annoying," you groan, swirling the drink in your hand. the ice clinks against the side of the glass as you lift the cup to your lips, sipping the whiskey and wincing at the way it burns the back of your throat. you lean back in the plush couch in your friend's living room and sigh. "i don't know why i ever dated him."

your friend nods in agreement, eyes fixed on her phone for another second before she turns it towards you. "look what he posted on his instagram."

on your friend's screen is an instagram story, and the tag shows that it's from your ex-boyfriend — satoru gojo. tired of his insensitivity and annoying nature, you had dumped him two weeks ago, and god, you'd never had such a petty ex in your life.

after you broke up with him, he blocked you from all his socials and got all his friends to do the same. so, since he practically knew everyone, you lost a hundred followers.

and apparently, he's out fucking some other girl right now.

the story on your friend's phone is a picture of a smirking satoru with his arm wrapped around some girl with a red plastic cup in her hand. they're bathed in overhead red lights, and you can barely make out a familiar dark-haired boy in the back — another one of satoru's fuckboy friends.

"he's such a manwhore," your friend says with an eyeroll. "d'you want to stay the night?"

you shake your head, setting down the now-empty glass on a coaster. "it's alright, i wouldn't want to intrude," you say with a rueful smile.

your friend eyes you suspiciously for another second before leaning back in her own seat and closing her eyes. "stay safe, it's pretty late."

you nod and toss your things into your bag before stepping out the door, closing it gently behind you. as you get in your car and drive back to your house, thoughts of satoru fill your head.

you don't recognize the girl under satoru's arm, but she's pretty — too pretty for him. sure, satoru was conventionally attractive, with his ocean-blue eyes and flawless physique, but still.

satoru was a shitty boyfriend, and now he's an even shittier ex. when you two dated, his spoiled brattiness and constant sorry, i forgot's drove you insane. he couldn't even remember your birthday. it was a miracle that you tolerated him for that long — until your one-year anniversary, which obviously slipped his mind.

"you're so insensitive," you groan, dragging a hand down your face. satoru suppresses a sigh, blue eyes looking everywhere but at you. "and— satoru, are you even listening to me?"

you're quiet for three seconds before he responds, and naturally, it was with a "huh? yeah, what is it?"

every time. every single time.

"it's over," you mutter, shaking your head frustratedly. "we're over, satoru."

"fine," he responds after a moment. "i never really liked you anyways."

"fuck you."

if you didn't give a fuck about that white-haired bastard anymore, why did the memory of your breakup still sting?

you try to tell yourself that it doesn't matter. maybe it was for the best — he was out with some pretty girl, so why couldn't you go out and sleep with some hot guy?

you make up your mind right as you step into your house, and thirty minutes later, you're in a tight dress and four-inch heels. and it's almost funny how easy it is to doll up when you don't have a horny boyfriend trying to fuck you every two seconds.

right before you step out the door, you eye yourself in the mirror and can't help but admire the way your dress hugs your waist, accentuating your curves. that smug manwhore didn't know what he was missing out on — so why not show him?

you pull out your phone and take a picture of yourself, snapping a couple before deciding on one and posting it on your story. you knew he'd see it — you intentionally let his burner stay unblocked, and coincidentally, he didn't block you either.

just as you push open your door, you realize that your phone's on death's door — just over five percent remaining. so you plug it into your charger, kicking your feet impatiently as you wait for it to charge to a reasonable amount.

some part of you wants to chicken out, to stay home and spend the night watching a classic romcom. but the other part of you, the part that can't ignore the fact that you haven't had sex in two weeks, urges you to go out and get laid.

so twenty minutes later, when your phone finally hits forty percent, you practically throw open the door and rush out and find yourself face-to-face with the guy who's somewhere between belly conklin and andy bernard on your most-disliked list. satoru gojo.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you snap, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold night air touches your bare skin. satoru eyes you up and down, and suddenly, you're very aware of just how exposed you are. "satoru, answer the damn question."

"where are you going?" he asks, eyes narrowing when they settle on your dress's deep neckline.

"none of your business," you reply shortly, biting the inside of your cheek. unfortunately, satoru looks good. just like in his instagram story, he has one button undone in his collar, and his hair is rumpled and perfect all at the same time. "answer the fuckin' question."

"saw your story," satoru replies, slipping his hands into his pocket. "you going out on a date or something?"

the question catches you off guard, and your irritated expression drops for a moment. strangely enough, satoru doesn't have his usual smug expression on his face — he looks conflicted. he never looks conflicted.

"doesn't matter," you respond, walking around him and relishing the way your heels clack on the concrete ground. without turning around, you ask, "so, what about my story made you come over?"

you're not sure why you're baiting him. maybe it's the slight chance that he would beg to get you back, maybe it's the tightness in your chest and pussy, or maybe you just want the satisfaction of seeing satoru squirm.

whatever it is, it lets satoru take you by the wrist and drag you back inside. you suppose that if you can get dick at home, then there's no point in going all the way to the club. and it's not like you're gonna get back together over one night — this would be purely physical. he wanted you, and you wouldn't mind him.

"fuck, right there, sweetheart," satoru groans, pushing your legs impossibly farther apart as his tongue laps at your pussy. the two of you barely made it to the couch in your living room before satoru pushed you down, a mischievous smile on his lips. one thing turned to another, and soon enough he was on his knees in front of you and eatung you out like a starving man.

"you're such a loser," you mutter, threading your fingers through his hair as his tongue makes you see stars. he really was — who shows up to their ex's place after getting dumped? a laugh bubbles out of satoru's lips while his mouth is still on your pussy and it makes you shiver. satoru looks up at you, an amused gleam in his eyes.

"s' that so?" satoru mumbles, pressing his lips to your inner thigh with a smirk. "then why'd you let me in, huh?"

"why would i go out when i can just get fucked at home?" you say dryly, a smile growing on your lips. "since you made the effort of coming all the way here."

"my pleasure," satoru scoffs sarcastically, getting up and joining you on the couch as he tugs you into his lap. "so i'm the pathetic loser here, yeah?"

you nod, letting satoru unzip the back of your dress with one hand. he laughs and shakes his head. "you're the one who let me in, baby."

"yeah, well, you showed up."

"you coulda slammed the door in my face."

"maybe i should've," you mutter, not liking the way he's grinning at you. "you gonna fuck me or what?"

"aw, you're desperate. how cute," he replies without missing a beat. it's been a while since you got to banter with satoru like this, and some part of you misses it. sure, he's disgustingly cocky, but at least he has the dick to back it up. and it's fun, too — you like the chase, and clearly, he does too.

"not really," you say with a shrug. that's a lie — the only reason you let him in was to get fucked, and contrary to the excuses falling from your mouth, you were getting impatient. not that he needed to know that.

"fine. have it your way, brat." satoru smiles cheekily and bounces his leg up and down, making you grit your teeth as you struggle to focus.

you make a face at satoru, crossing your arms. "what are you—"

"waiting."

"for what?"

"for you to beg."

your mouth falls open, and you glare at satoru, hating the way he's smugly grinning at you. this isn't the first time he's asked you to beg for him to fuck you — back when the two of you were dating, he had no problem edging you the whole night and practically making you cry for him.

"not this again," you groan, letting out a drawn-out sigh. "just fuck me already, satoru. or i'll go get someone else to."

satoru clicks his tongue, smiling lazily. "we both know you won't do that."

again, he's right, and god, you hate him for it. "just shut up and fuck me."

"alright, since you asked so nicely," satoru drawls, running his tongue over his teeth. he studies you intently, white hair falling into his eyes. before you can ask what he's looking at, he has you pinned against the couch cushions, face down and ass up.

"good girl, stayin' nice and quiet for me," satoru groans, hand clasped over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind. "you always talked too much. never knew when to shut that damn mouth."

you moan against his hand, unable to think about anything else but satoru and his dick. that's the only reason the two of you stayed together for as long as you did — because the sex was irreplaceable. and after two weeks without getting fucked, you seriously consider throwing all pride out the window and begging for him back.

"shit, you're so fuckin' tight," satoru says with a rough laugh. "have you really not fucked with anyone else since you dumped me?"

you shake your head, eyes pressed shut as satoru continues sloppily thrusting into you. there's a coil in your chest that's threatening to burst, and the whines slipping out of your lips increase in both pitch and volume.

at this point, you can hardly remember why you broke up with satoru — or maybe, he's just not giving you a chance to remember. his pace is relentless and mind-numbing, and shit, maybe it's for the best.

when he finally lets you cum, it's the best feeling you've had in what feels like forever. the edges of your vision go white, and satoru removes his hand from your mouth, letting out the lewd, muffled sounds that you've been suppressing all this time. not long after, satoru cums too, and it's sloppy, messy, and all over you.

satoru collapses on top of your back, hot breaths slipping out of his mouth and brushing against your cheek. "took me so good, baby," he groans, pressing his lips to your neck and laughing breathily. "we should do this again sometime."

you shouldn't like this. you should be shoving him out your door, but his mischievous smile is irresistible. and even though you know this time probably won't end any different than the rest, you decide to give satoru one more chance.

"yeah, same time tomorrow?"

"anythin' for you."

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blueberry-lemon · 10 months

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An introductory guide to getting into Sonic the Hedgehog...

…if you're a grown-ass adult who is busy and doesn't want to play a bunch of video games but thinks the characters look sorta cool.

If you've ever been curious about Sonic as a series but haven't known where to start, I have some recommendations! I think Sonic is a cool and still somewhat unique thing because it takes cartoony characters (like a Mickey Mouse or Felix the Cat) and lets them jump around in cool action sequences through the lens of a shonen anime. It's colorful and usually pretty light-hearted, and I think the character designs are pretty iconic.

There's two handy places you can start without prior context, to see if it's something you'd be into...

Getting Started: If You Wanna Read Something

The IDW Sonic Comics

There were years of different Sonic comics back in the '90s and early 2000's, but the franchise got a complete reboot and fresh start with IDW Publishing in 2018. If you're looking for the most straight-forward way to get into this world of characters, I think this is a great start. You don't need any prior knowledge whatsoever to crack open issue 1 and get started. All you need to know is "Sonic and his friends protect the world by fighting against an evil scientist named Dr. Eggman, who they just recently defeated after he briefly took over the world."

I love these comics and I feel that the writers and artists who work on it have a really good sense for this series. Reading issues 1 through 12 will get you the first major story arc. If you like it so far, I highly suggest reading up through issue 32, when another major story arc concludes. After that, the world's your oyster! Unlike the tangled web of Marvel or DC comics, IDW Sonic has a very simple and linear reading order. You pretty much just read the issues in order, and occasionally there are spinoff stories that are optional to read.

Getting Started: If You Wanna Watch Something

Sonic Mania Adventures

Maybe comics aren't your thing and you want something even quicker. These are a series of animated shorts that are lovely. Conveniently, they've been compiled together by Sega into one little video right here.

It's a great intro to some of the main characters, and combines cartoon slapstick with some amazing action sequences.

There's also a nice little epilogue short.

Sonic CD's intro cutscene

If I had to pick a single 1-and-a-half minute clip to embody what I like about this series, it would be this very simple intro movie that plays before Sonic CD. Check it out!

Sonic Origins/Sonic Origins Plus Cutscenes

In 2022, Sega released a compilation of the classic Genesis games on modern consoles. In it, they added a few animated cutscenes. You can watch those cutscenes, plus the Sonic CD intro and the Sonic Mania Adventures episodes, all compiled into one handy Youtube video.

Taking The Next Step: If You Wanna Read Something

The Archie Sonic Comics

You might have heard that Sonic had a comic series published by Archie Comics from 1992 to 2016. This was a vast, overarching series that wrote an original story by weaving together ideas from the different Sonic cartoons and games. It went through several different writers, many different artists, and obviously spanned over multiple eras of pop culture.

It's pretty cool! The fact that it was so long-running, and the fact that Sega wasn't very strict with what the writers could do, led to a lot of buckwild lore, new characters, and plot developments. That said, it's also pretty bizarre, complicated, corny, and cringey at times. There is a stretch in the middle that is pretty infamous among fans.

You have a few options for jumping in.

Option A: You can start at the very beginning and read all of it. If you do this, it is going to be like a One Piece / Homestuck / etc. kind of undertaking, and you're going to be pushing through the good and the bad of huge genre and tone shifts. That's your call!

Option B: You can brush up on the main characters on a wiki and then start at Issue 160, when Ian Flynn (who now does a lot of work on IDW Sonic) became the lead writer. More specifically, you can jump in at the start of a new story arc by starting at Issue 175.

Option C: You can start at Issue 252, when there is a universe-altering event that essentially retcons all of the characters and plot threads from the previous writers and starts completely fresh. Easier to keep track of and you won't have to worry about all the previous plot and lore.

If you want something you can read in a single sitting, you should instead read Sonic: Mega Drive, a short-lived miniseries published by Archie that follows "Classic Sonic" characters (aka, the same vibe and art style of Sonic Origins, Sonic Mania Adventures, etc.) It's really great!

Taking The Next Step: If You Wanna Watch Something

Sonic the Hedgehog (OVA) aka "Sonic the Hedgehog: The Movie" (1996)

This is, essentially, a 1-hour Sonic anime movie. You can watch it in Japanese or in English. I adore it. It makes up its own lore and continuity so you don't need to know anything before going in, besides generally knowing a one-sentence synopsis of who Sonic, Tails, and Dr. Robotnik are. It's action-packed, well-animated, and has great music. Enjoy! Sonic X If you're enjoying what you've seen so far, and you want something much, much longer...there's an official 78-episode anime adaptation of Sonic called Sonic X. It's an original story that loosely pulls together some ideas from a few of the games. It's mostly intended for a younger audience, but I hear if you watch it in the original uncut Japanese, it feels a little less "for kids."

Other Ways To Get Into Sonic

There's some great video essays on Youtube about the series!

Professional animator Dan Floyd did an in-depth video looking at the highs and lows of Sonic character animation in the games starting from Sonic 1 up through Sonic Forces.

Super Bunnyhop plays through the first level of a bunch of Sonic games to compare how the mechanics, physics, and level design feel throughout the games' history.

Liam Triforce has a great deep dive on the franchise's music.

You can play The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, a murder-mystery-party themed visual novel put out by Sega. It's nice and short, so you can finish it in an afternoon.

If you haven't seen them already, you can check out the live-action/animated hybrid films Sonic 1 and Sonic 2 featuring Ben Schwartz and Jim Carrey, they're pretty good. That Sonic Prime cartoon that's currently on Netflix is pretty good too.

This may sound strange, but honestly you might enjoy poring over the sprite sheets from the old games. In particular, I really like the sprite animations from the GBA games, like Sonic Advance and Sonic Battle.

Sega is pretty lax about allowing noncommercial fan games, so there's at least a hundred different Sonic fan games out there by hobbyist developers. Check out the Sonic Amateur Games Expo and the Sonic Fan Games HQ.

You can watch LPs or cutscene compilations of the games on Youtube! If you watch Sonic Adventure, Sonic Adventure 2, and Sonic Heroes, you'll get a crash course on most of the characters.

And finally, of course...you can play the games if you want to! There's a number of them that are available on Steam, Switch, Xbox, and Playstation if you don't have access to older consoles.

There's a lot of different angles to come at Sonic as a franchise, and lots of different entry points. Have fun!

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #idw sonic #idw sonic the hedgehog #sonic mania adventures #blogofkylelab

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ryomens-vixen · 7 months

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Contains: NSFW, Stalking, Yandere tendencies, Knife play, Blood Kink, Predator and Prey Kink, Major Character d3ath, Angst, mentions of Gor3, P0rn w/plot, daddy kink, breeding kink.

Summary: You haven't heard from your Ex Boyfriend Suguru for a year, he deleted on all social media and even changed his number the day you broke up with him. Even Satoru and Shoko haven't heard from him....until you get a mysterious call on Halloween night.

(Small warning, I have not written a full story in a long long time please bare with me I know this is gonna suck 🥲.)

It all started just a year ago, Celebrating your 5th anniversary with your high school sweet Suguru Geto on Halloween night. You didn't think you'd be spending it at a Halloween party, but nonetheless in your skimpy Angel costume that showed just the right amount of skin didn't cease to catch the attention on lookers. As if your devilishly handsome boyfriend wasn't standing right next to you... No seriously he had a devil costume on. Of course it had to be at Satoru's house though, All the beautiful women, sloppy drunk men, the smell of booze and weed really gave it that "Satoru" party touch, even the whole gang was there, Nanami, Shoko, MeiMei, Haibara.

It was all great until everything went horribly wrong. Don't you remember? All of you had sat down to watch a good ole horror movie after all the party goers left. Satoru pushes the tape in while, whilst teasing you and Shoko about not getting too scared.

"Ya'Know if you get too scared you can hold onto me Shoko, Unlike (Y/N) she's got my better half."

"Oh, Shut Up Satoru, You're the one that screams like a girl."

"Hey!"

"Hah, And what does that make you, Satoru?"

While they bickered and argued amongst themselves you were playing more attention to the "movie" playing. It was a room- A familiar room in fact it looked an awfully lot like the guest bedroom upstairs. Giving it your full attention, two people came through the door feverishly kissing one another... It look a lot like...

"mmmf... Suguru"

Just like you remembered that night. You were yelling and screaming at Suguru in front of all of his friends as he begged, pleaded for you to believe that wasn't him and that he was with you the whole night. But that wasn't true- at some point of the night both for you were off chit chatting with your respective friend group. So technically he wasn't always with you that night, but nonetheless it was one of the worst nights of your life and just as equally worse for Suguru. Once you had storm out on him the room fell silent as Suguru Stood there trembling, his fist gripping at small square box buried in his pocket as your hurtful words were on repeat.

"You're cheating on me?! H...how cou- why.. Why wou- Suguru, I thought you loved me?!" You snapped at him, Your voice having a shriek like tone to it.

"I do love you, damn it! You know that isn't me!" Suguru reached out to you desperately. His face overtaken with panic and concern, disbelief in his eyes.

"Don't-!" You snatched your arm away from his firm grip.

"Baby... Mamas, come on that's not-"

"You're dead to me Suguru Geto, dead to me!"

While all of this was happening... A certain somebody just couldn't help, but smirk to themselves

And just like that your five year long relationship came to a close. Now here you are a year later on the same day reminiscing on what could've been. You never heard a thing from Suguru afterwards, I mean how could you? His number was immediately blocked along with all of his social medias. He never even showed up to your house to get his clothes out your shared closet, Maybe he truly didn't care for your relationship as much as you did, but no worries Satoru and Shoko helped box up his belongings sometime ago.

"Yo!"

Oh and You have a new roommate... Housemate. Satoru was so worried about you living alone after experiencing such a traumatic heartbreak that he sorta just moved himself in. You didn't mind it because it was such a familiar face that you got to see every day. Satoru plopped onto the bed wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you into a spooning position as he kissed the side of your head. Completely knocking you out of your train of thought all of your thoughts of Suguru washed away in an instant.

Did I forgot to mention that Satoru was also your knew boy toy? He was there you throughout the entire grieving process almost as if he couldn't believe Suguru would cheat on you. Maybe this was all happening too fast, Maybe there was a reason for Satoru to jump straight into action, Maybe you don't want to think about how suspicious it was, but it's nice to have someone to hold you this close on nights like these.

"Hey! pay attention to me damn it! Heh, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" You were so trapped in your head again not noticing Satoru was practically eating away at your neck by how bruised and wet it was, until he spoke up.

"Oh, Toru.. I- I'm sorry I was just thinking about-"

"Him again? Pfft- Babe, Listen there's no need to worry about Suguru anymore. He did something so unspeakable to a beautiful girl like you. Besides if I were him, don't you think you'd be married by now?"

You were rendered speechless, satoru always new how to shut down those thoughts of Suguru. He was right, he did cheat on you after all so why spend Halloween night mopping around about it? Maybe it's time to have a little fun.

As soon as the bedroom began to fill with moans, Satoru smashing his lips against yours, hands slipping underneath the Halloween themed night gown you wore, firmly gripping the fat of your ass while grinding his stuff bulge against your clothed pussy. Suddenly the doorbell rang more than likely it was some trick or treating going on, but they could wait right? No, the second Satoru took his shirt off the doorbell rang again cause satoru to let out a frustrated groan.

"Sounds like somebody needs to go pass out candy." you teased, Giving him a quick kiss beife he left.

"Fine- But you better not go anywhere I'm not done with you~" And with a wink he left , leaving you equally as frustrated.

Rolling over in bed you grabbed your phone off the night stand to check up on Shoko. It's been a few weeks since you've heard from her, maybe she was wrapped up in her college studies? That would make sense if it hadn't been for utahime. You tried calling her too, but the phone just went straight to voicemail too. Maybe they broke up? Changed their numbers? No that doesn't sound like either of them. Meimei would have told you by now if that was the case. Something just isn't right about all of this maybe you should ask Satoru? Speaking of him what's taking so long?

As you were about to get up to check on him, your phone rang- an unknown number was calling, maybe it was shoko? You answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I don't know if I dialed the right number, but is this Shoko?"

"Huh? Who is this? A friend of hers? I haven't heard from her either, I'm sorry you have the wrong number though."

"Yeah, Shoko and I were really close. I just need someone to talk too."

"Well... How about you tell me you name first, and when I can get in contact w-"

"No, (Y/N) I want to fuckin talk to you!"

There was a brief moment of silence you could almost hear has fast your heart pounded against your chest, how your stomach twists and churns, throat becoming quite dry, blood rushing with adrenaline. Maybe this was Satoru pulling a Halloween prank on you? Instead of getting a treat maybe this is the trick? But that wouldn't make any sense he was passing out candy to the kids at the... At the door.

"You better now hang up this phone, (Y/N) unless you want to see your little boyfriend again."

That was enough fuel to send the fear of God throughout your body, panic ensued, you walked around the house for any sight of Satoru only to find that the front door was left wide open. There was blood on the welcome home mat with a scattered bucket of candy. All you could do was stand there fight or flight beginning replaced with freeze in an instant as a the fear that ran through your body was now washed over with dread.

"W.. Where's Toru? Wh- When he comes back he's definitely going to kick your ass! Who are you! "

"Poor, Poor Satoru. I guess all those muscles didn't help much. Now I'm sick you asking me all these fucking questions-"

With that the phone hung up, the door immediately closed from behind and in front you was a masked person, dressed as a famous movie slasher named Ghostface. Taking a step back you nervously laughed somewhere in you thought this was a prank Satoru was pulling just to scare you like the old days, but another part of you was screaming that this wasn't just a prank. Everything was confirmed once the mystery person dropped their phone, yanking the mask off revealing long disheveled black hair, depressed eyes, dark circles, dry but somehow plump lip, those broad shoulders.. It's almost like your body yearning to reach out to him, but your heart aches at the sight of Suguru.

"Geto..." Your voice hitched when Suguru snapped back at you with venom in his voice.

"Don't you dare call me that-" Suguru pitched the bridge of his nose inhaling then letting go as if he was trying to calm himself down. "(Y/N)...its Su-gu-ru you know this, Doll. Now how about you answer a question for me?" The step he took forward was absolutely hair-raising, causing you to take a few steps back yourself. We're you scared? Hell yes? The Suguru before you who once looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly let alone you. Now he looks so gloomy and his voice was so unnerving every word he spoke had a hint of coldness to it sending you and uneasy feeling straight to your gut.

"Let's start with Satoru, Since you were so quick to let him get in your pants, in our bed, why is that!? Huh? You care about him so much maybe you were the one cheating on me?"

"Now you know that's not true Ge-!" He lunged forward at you swiping the knife he hid across your cheek. Again frozen in place after feeling the sharp pain, raising a hand to feel for a wound only to be hit with a stinging sensation met with a wet warm feeling against your hand. This has to be a nightmare, the red that coats your hand did indeed confirm that this was no night this was real and... This definitely wasn't a prank. Your Horrified gaze met his bone chilling gaze, watching him bring the knife to his mouth licking your blood off of it.

"Taste good, Doll face... Now talk or you'll end up like your stupid little boyfriend and Shoko."

What did he do? Why Shoko? What did he do to Shoko and Satoru? All these questions ran through your head a thousand miles per hour barely being able to think straight.

"G- S.. Suguru I never cheated on you, I loved you, You're the one that cheated on me and you know it!" You shouted to him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk- I never cheated on you, you bitch! *inhale* *Exhale* I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean that. You're not a bitch- you're just confused. How about we play a little game? It's called Trick or Treat, but we play it my goddamn way." Suguru aggressively grabbed your wrist with an almost bruising grip, pulling you towards the back of the house where he'd turn the patio light on for you to see none other than Satoru himself. Tied up in one the chair, mouth duct taped, the front of his hair now red with his own blood and a pumpkin basket in his lap. You watched in horror as he picked Satoru's head up hearing him wince in pain.

"Here's how it's gonna go, He has two options either he tells the truth about that fuckin night, or he ends up just. Like. Poor. Shoko. And You my sweetheart pick Trick or Treat and I'll let this spoiled blue eyed piece of shit go."

"Oh.. And don't try to call the police I already cut the phone line." He said coldly, while yucking the tape off of satoru's mouth.

"Toru... W-what is he talking about?"

"Baby, look- I don't know, we haven't heard from this guy in a year, Heh This poorly package piece of shit has clear-" Satoru winced in pain again once Suguru's fist connected with his head.

"How about you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than talking shit? Hm? Like telling the truth. Trust me if I got it out of Shoko what makes you time I won't get it out of you?"

"Please stop this is crazy! Just- just tell me?!"

"You want the truth, (Y/N)?! Well I'll tell you EXACTLY what Shoko told me-"

"Suguru.. Wait don't-"

"Or what?! She'll find how what a real piece of work you are? How you ditched your own party, had Shoko put a black wig on you-"

"Shut up!"

"How she helped doll you up to look like me?!"

"Suguru shut the fu-"

"Threw on some contacts for the added affect, took some cheap whore up stairs, taped it-"

"You knew I wanted her first!"

"And the cat is out of the fuckin bag! So what is it gonna be, baby? Trick.. Or fucking treat?"

All you could do was stand there in disbelief watching Suguru become more crazed by the minute, and Satoru become more frantic as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"You... You didn't Toru.. You didn't-"

"Tell her, ToRu"

"Damn it, Yes! I did- I did! But Suguru knew goddamn well I wanted you first, I always wanted you, but you still fell for him."

"What are you 12?! Oh that's rich, yeah I knew you did, but you knew I liked her too. I gave you the option of sharing her, but you're such a greedy stubborn little shit that you just can't stand the thought of sharing your toys? How's that for a fuckin analogy?! I'm waiting (Y/N) Trick or Treat!?"

"(Y/N), Baby, don't pick please!"

"TRICK OR TREAT!?"

"Please, (Y/N) he's fuckin Crazy!"

The whole situation was so overwhelming like you had no time to think, of course you wanted to be mad at Satoru, he literally ruined your entire relationship, but that wasn't something you'd want him dead about. Treat? Maybe if you picked treat he won't hurt him, you thought to yourself.

"I'm running out of Patiences, Doll!"

"(Y/N), DON'T PICK TRE-!"

"TREAT! TREAT SUGURU!"

There was an ominous silence between the tree of you, then a smirk appeared across Suguru face and it sent a chill down you spine. "Good Girl" Suguru said with a menacing tone. Satoru started to panic, shaking his head repeatedly saying no as Suguru tossed the basket from his lap, grabbing Satoru by his hair again, then jabbed the knife he held directly into his abdomen, continuously stabbing into him until he was completely gutted.

You screamed in terror begging Suguru to stop in hopes of getting him to listen to reason, but Suguru was far beyond reasoning. He was completely gone, where oh where could the old Suguru had gone? Oh that's right- Today, on this very night a year ago where you stormed out on him, shattered his soul, and took his beating heart with you. No you had to reason to cry- all those nights he cried, all the times he stalked you at work, all the times he snuck into your house to watch you sleep only to see you in bed with his best friend? You shattered this man, no you killed the old Suguru.

"Sugu, Sugu, Please Stop, please stop, oh god.. Toru-" you weeped while holding onto Suguru from behind. Stopping mid-swing at the sound of the nickname you gave him. With a smirk on his face again Suguru turned his attention to you and your delicate arms gripping his torso.

"Hmph, would'ya look at that? I guess it's time for my "Trick"-"

The creaking of the kitchen table accompanied by your pretty cries filled Suguru's ears with complete and utter joy as he pounded his cock, into your cock drunken pussy. He loved watching you squirm underneath him, oh how he missed the sound of you moaning for him, vice gripping the fat of your hips , watching your hands wonder desperately for something to hold onto. Hell if you could even think at the moment you would have thought Suguru was hate fucking you.

"Fuckfuckfuck, I knew it, ugh... I knew she missed me, Daddy missed you too." He reached between your legs pressing his fingers against your already swollen clit to vigorously rub circles on it while bullying your pussy. He loved hearing the squelching sounds your soaking wet pussy made it's most like "she" was talking to him and of course he'd definitely respond back.

"A-Ah S- Sugu! Too Much!" your words forced out of your throat by another bliss filled moan joining the unexpected, but intense orgasm causing your body to jolt, your walls squeezed around his cock, as your juices shot out of you drenching his abdomen. "You dirty girl, Squirting all over me, do it again, do it again, again again for me~" Suguru continued on not giving you the slightest of breaks he wanted to fuck you until your mind was mush, until your pussy "remembered" the shape of of cock down to the veins, maybe he could fuck you until you completely forgot about this night?

But you were moaning so much it began to annoy him, he could barely hear the sounds you were making below. "shhh, shh, how about being a- Mmmf, little more quieter- Ugh-Ah-fuck trying to hear what my babygirl has to fuckin say~" his harsh words went straight to your cockdrunk head, then straight down to your core, and before you could think of utter a response he quickly put a rough hand over your mouth to muffle you. "Listen.. Listen to my baby girl, Ooo fuck yeah, talk to daddy."

He gazed down at the way his cock slide in and out of you, his face scrunched up biting the inside of his bottom lip. Both of you listening to the sopping wet sounds "I love you too baby, yeah, you gonna milk daddy? Milk daddy for all he's worth?" God this all felt so wrong, but it also felt so fucking good, felt so right. You were in just as much ecstasy as him if not, more especially with the way his pace quickened the smacking of skin to skin became louder, a but rougher actually, you could hear the way Suguru grunted and growled, throwing his head back, his grip now bruising your plump thighs. "FuckmeFuckmeFuckme, pretty girl, so tight baby, you keep pulling me back in- Oh Fuck.."

Your were so close to cumming again until he abruptly stopped leaving his cock deep in your cervix. Suddenly he leaned forward laying his entire weight on you, bringing his arms around you in what seemed like a hug while his head rested in your soft breasts, almost feeling your beating heart against his own.

"Su.. *Pant* P.. Please I need-"

"You really thought you could break up with me? Me?! And think that this sweet...candied pussy wouldn't miss daddy?" Suguru was completely out of his right mind, drunk on your pussy. I mean who wouldn't be? He spent a whole year with you, without being deep in your guts, without your touch, your voice, your sweet beautiful moans. Suddenly you felt his arm tighten around you in a bear hug "Listen.. Listen to how much she misses. her. fuckin. Daddy-" each word was met with a harsh, nerve racking thrust of his hips.

Suguru wasn't going to stop anytime soon, no matter how much you came, dug crescents into his back, drew blood, screamed, cried tears of pleasure. No he wasn't stopping anytime soon not until he was completely milked, until his seed was so deep that you had to have his baby, but until he pumps you full of his seed this deranged man wasn't stopping.

He came yet again inside of you- what was this the 4th time? Suguru and you were desperately panting for air until he felt him move his hips again. You could just feel his heavy breath again your ear this time. Over the sloppy sound of skin to skin contact the last thing you heard Suguru say before uttering a word yourself was "I wanna Fuckin Tear You Apart"

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illubean · 4 months

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Chrollo and illumi(maybe hisoka if you want!) w a Latina or Mexican reader? Like they introduces them into their culture or etc! If not it’s okay !!

Illumi and Chrollo with Latina/Mexican!reader

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

unfortunately I do not write for Hisoka >.< also I'm not Latina so if anything is incorrect pls tell me, I don't want to be offensive!

Warnings: None

Illumi Zoldyck

he's definitely the most culturally ignorant out of the two

like as a small child only asian people existed to him ��

as an adult he obviously knows about other ethnicities existing but that's about it

if you speak in spanish/portuguese/any other language or dialect to him hes like "??? speak english"

bro doesn't like not knowing what you're saying

in my head Illumi is trilingual (mandarin, japanese and english) but I don't think he's interested in taking the time to learn another one

so yeah, he knows that whenever you speak your language when it's just him around you're either mad or don't want him to know what you're saying

honestly he could care less but if you talk about your culture to him he'll sorta half listen 😭

he vaguely remembers the things you tell him

I think the only cultural thing he'd really pay attention to is when you celebrate dia de los muertos

considering in both chinese and japanese cultures it's important to honor the dead so he respects that you do the same, even if the rituals and whatnot are different

Chrollo Lucilfer

I headcanon Chrollo as being part Latino himself but I don't have like a specific country in mind so yeah

butttttt growing up in meteor city maybe Chrollo doesn't know his background

he has a good amount of knowledge on the cultures in Latin America

Chrollo is #woke

but anyways, most of his knowledge he's gotten from books, so he listens with an open mind when you explain things to him

he likes it when you tell him authentic stories or legends and myths and whatnot

like Illumi, he pays attention to dia de los muertos

he actually celebrates it with you, putting a picture of his dear friend Uvogin on the ofrenda, knowing that he would appreciate it

he'd be interested in learning your language, in fact he may actually learn it behind your back

so when you're yelling at him in your mother's tongue he can give a response/understand

and you're like >:0 "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU SPOKE ___"

I think Chrollo would be really good at dancing and likes to go to bailes with you

if you take him to family functions they're actually pretty impressed on how cultured he is

one thing he doesn't know about is rosca de reyes.

he ends up getting the baby and by the look you're giving him he decides to hide it in his pocket and ask you about it

after you explain it to him he's relieved that he hid it before anyone else noticed he had it, because his tamale skills are LACKING

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j4rhead · 8 months

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can i request rubbing kaeyas cock thru his underwear and not directly tocuhing him? making him cum in his boxers with only small touches and make out🤭

the following work contains: nsfw, gn reader, dom reader, very small bit about alcohol and drinking (in true kaeya fashion)

i got sorta carried away and wrote a lot cause i love kaeya, i hope to have characterized him correctly. please don't mind typos, I've proofread this but there might be some i didn't catch.

the cavalry captain is surely... something. he's polite, pleasant to have a conversation with, playful and teasing with an occasional flirt here and there—nothing that makes you uncomfortable, of course.

it's easy to see that it's nothing but a very carefully crafted mask. the man reveals almost nothing about himself save for the fact that he occasionally enjoyes a drink in the angel's share, and some weird story about his grandfather being a hardcore pirate (you don't believe a word of it).

you're burning with curiosity to know more, maybe catch him off guard, see how his mask breaks into pieces and what he's like without it, so that's how you find yourself heading for the angel's share that evening to have another chat with kaeya.

you end up having a few drinks with him, a few bits of conversation and the usual flirt. you can tell he's careful about how much he drinks in front of another person. he's not drunk yet and neither are you, but you feel the urge to do something bold like sliding your hand on top of his, so you do exactly that.

you catch the way his eyes widen slightly before he corrects his expression to a smirk and a playful quip that you don't catch because you're too busy staring intensely at his face, and you suddenly realize that he would look good wearing a broken, flushed expression, maybe even squirming underneath you.

you can't tell if that's the alcohol catching up to you or not and you frankly do not care.

never been one to beat around the bush, you inch your face closer to his and look into his eyes—you want to see if he would still have the mind to put on a facade when you start with him. he looks at you like he's analyzing your intentions, looks away for a brief second, then leans in with a teasing smile.

you two make out for what must've been minutes before you part, both flushed and panting slightly and you can see that he's somewhat aroused if his tight horseriding pants are showing you correctly, so you wordlessly signal with your head and smirk, and he replies with his signature wink (which isn't really a wink... because of the eyepatch).

rest of the motions go in a blur. next thing you know, you're pressing him against a door to some mondstadt hotel's room—of course he would be too cautious to bring me home, you think to yourself— and you're kissing him senseless.

you can tell he wants to take control of the kiss, but you bite his bottom lip and you force him back into your rhythm. your hand finds its way inside the chest window of his annoyingly complicated attire and with the briefest touch of your fingers against his skin, he gasps into your mouth.

touch starved and sensitive all over, it seems. your other hand drops to his waist and ghosts along his hips, noting how he shivers slightly at the touch as you push a knee between his legs and lick at his lips. he lets out a noise at the touches, his mouth forms a half-smirk before he opens it for you to deepen the kiss, which only makes you want to break him even more.

he hasn't exactly given in to you, rather it seems like he's enjoying this way too much to try and reverse the positions, so you take advantage of that and push your knee a bit higher against his clothed arousal. he tries to muffle his moan into your kiss so you pull back, looking at his flushed expression and feeling the way he practically heats up under your touch. he looks back at you in a daring way as if he's trying to challenge you, try and see what you can do, that's the wordless message written on his expression.

you smirk at him with confidence, dragging your hand from his hip to the very obvious tent in his pants and when you grab him through the fabric he jerks a bit from the grip before arching his back a bit into your touch and letting out a breathy moan, hands coming up to your neck and pulling you back inside for another deep kiss. this time he manages to take control of the kiss before taking revenge for your previous bite with one of his own and you think to yourself, challenge accepted.

if he wants to tease, then you'll do it to him tenfold. you tease him with feather touches on his dick then switching to rougher pulls, and you can tell he's getting more riled up and desperate by the second with the way he shuts his visible eye tightly and his breathing becomes more rapid and irregular, moans increasing in volume no matter how hard he tries to muffle them, and when you kiss the sharp edge of his jawline he squirms under your touch with a shaky gasp.

his hands slide down to grip the back of your clothes tightly while he tries to push you closer to him if that's even possible, flushed all over and cursing and a mantra of "more, fuck, pleasepleaseplease-" falling from his lips as his voice breaks slightly, somewhat deepened with pleasure and arousal, and you kiss his lips rougher than any kiss you two shared the whole night.

in a matter of seconds he arches his back and lets out a loud pretty sound against your lips and his whole body tenses like a spring, his hands gripping the back of your clothes so tightly that you fear they would rip, and his knees threaten to give out with the force of his orgasm. his expression is everything you could have asked for—flushed and lost in utter bliss as his eye looks at you in a glassy daze.

you can't help but smirk at the wet patch forming in front of his pants. who knew the famous captain kaeya, ever the mystery, would break so easily under a few touches? you have half a mind to tease him about it or maybe even shame him, see what clever witty thing he'll come up to reply with, and then finally getting rid of his very annoyingly complicated attire. after all, you've got him to yourself for a whole night, haven't you?

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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task force 141 + mistletoe

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: @leopardfang15 wanted this and i've been meaning to do it so here it is. also nilered renting out a whole island for his thioacetone is so iconic

simon "ghost" riley:

okay so ik i already did this in a drabble earlier this month (taken by surprise) so this one might be a little shorter

anyways simon def kinda feels like mistletoe is stupid

he doesn't really understand the reason behind it

and also it's not like he ever went to any christmas parties as a kid so he doesn't have any experience to normalize it

that being said with the right person under the mistletoe he wouldn't be opposed to trying it out

he's definitely shy about it tho and he won't do it if anyone else is around

i feel like if you guys are already dating he might just give you a quick peck

and he'd either do it through the mask or just lift it up just so his mouth can show

ok wait off topic tangent really quick

but like imagine if you and him got caught under the mistletoe in front of everyone

but like it's not noticeable like imagine him just walking behind you under the doorway

and then him secretly kissing you from behind through the mask

idk man it's hard to explain here but you get it maybe

anyways if you're not dating and the circumstances are right then he'd definitely lift up his mask and kiss you more intensely

also @leopardfang15 brought the idea of ghost getting caught under the mistletoe with another task force member

and let's be real he would not even entertain the idea

doesn't even look at them and reprimands them too if they try anything

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so i feel like soap is definitely a mistletoe enjoyer

but it's not like a romantic thing as much as it's like a goofing around kind of thing

like he definitely tries to get "caught" under the mistletoe with every single member of the task force (plus laswell just because)

and lord knows he comes up with way too many overcomplicated schemes to get it to happen in front of as many people as possible

and he always tries to get the people under the mistletoe to agree

and he usually just gives them a big ole kiss on the cheek so that they're more inclined to say yes

but ofc with you he'll give you a giant kiss on the lips

and he'll definitely try to make a giant scene out of it until everyone else is groaning for him to stop

another thing is that he'll kiss you whenever you're under the mistletoe

doesn't even matter if it's when you enter and exit a room he'll kiss you twice and be happy to do it

that being said when it comes to the other task force members they weren't all as forthcoming

gaz, rudy, and alejandro we're definitely down tho and even gave him a cheek kiss back

laswell and price reluctantly agreed but did it with a smile on their faces

ghost just straight up refused

literally shouldered soap off of him like he was nothing

soap definitely moped about it after

kyle "gaz" garrick:

honestly i feel like gaz is pretty neutral about mistletoe

like he's down to kiss you under it but he doesn't go out of his way to find you

he also doesn't kiss anyone else under it

just you

when there's people around he'll just give you a quick peck on the lips or on the forehead

but when there's no one around he can be much more intimate

he'll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close to his chest

and then give you a long, slow kiss

and you know he's gonna look at you after like you're the most beautiful thing in the world

and you know what as he should

if someone on the task force catches him under the mistletoe he doesn't kiss them back

with the exception being soap ofc (on the cheek)

he does give everyone else a hug though

he also managed to sorta hug ghost though (he sorta dapped him up so it was like that half hug back clap thing men do)

and he lorded this over soap's head for the rest of the month

john price:

alright so the fun side of price likes the idea of mistletoe

it's a pretty plant and he likes the excuse to kiss you

that being said the captain side of price just sees it as a walking hr violation

but he knows that all the task force members are super close to each other and he trusts them to not do anything without anyone's consent

so whenever it's time to decorate the base he always makes sure to get some mistletoe too

one year they were based in new jersey and he could get some fresh sprigs which was pretty neat

anyways price doesn't kiss anyone except you under the mistletoe

idk he's old he has a few conservative viewpoints around dating

but it's nothing problematic he just doesn't want to kiss anyone except you even if it's not romantic

now that being said he won't kiss you in front of the others

because he wants to try and keep his work and personal seperate

(he recognizes the irony if you're in the military)

but also because he's a captain and he feels it's not very professional if he's getting romantic in front of his crew

but when you're on your own he's more than happy to kiss you

and he'll kiss you very passionately too

alejandro vargas:

alright so i think i might have mentioned this in my very first headcanon of this christmas extravaganza but alejandro really likes mistletoe

i mean guys alejandro is like the definition of a romantic and mistletoe is such a romantic tradition

also like price he really likes the look of the plant

that being said alejandro is much more forthcoming with his mistletoe kisses

he'll give the task force members kisses on the cheek or hugs if he gets caught with them

but he saves kisses on the mouth for you

now alejandro also has a reputation of being intimidating but unlike ghost he's more than happy to kiss you in front of the team

but he's still classy so he's not about to be jamming his tongue down your throat in front of the guys

he'll save that for when you're alone

also if you get caught but you guys aren't dating he's super respectful about it

he's more than willing to just completely ignore the condition

he'll offer a kiss ofc (he's gotta do his due diligence) but if you say no he completely understands

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so rudy is really excited to be doing mistletoe kisses

his parents never allowed him to partake in the tradition when he was a kid but it's such a staple of the holidays so he was always disappointed

now when he gets caught under the mistletoe with one of the guys he's much less shy and he's always happy to give them a hug or peck on the cheek

except for ghost and price lol he's a little intimidated by them

but gaz, alejandro, and soap are all fair game

however when it comes to you he can get a little shy

especially if you guys aren't dating, like he'll be blushing so hard and half of him is too scared to even ask if you want to kiss

alejandro definitely ends up seeing you two standing under the mistletoe but not doing anything and tells you two to kiss

and if you're down then rudy's the happiest man in the world

but even if you are dating rudy can still get a little shy

he'll kiss you passionately when you're in private

but when in public he might hold back a bit

that being said if you're being passionate he'll 100% match your energy even if he ends up a little flushed after

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goldenempyrean · 9 months

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hello! love ur prompts. could u write something for natasha with "your sneezes are still adorable. just saying" and “why are you laughing at my misery?” in my hc she sneezes like a little kitten and all the avengers make fun of it hahah

Kitten Or Widow?

〚 Notes - Anon, your headcanon is just so cute! Hopefully this is sorta what you were imagining :) 〛

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〚 Summary - The Avengers finally hear just how un-widow-like Nat can be. 〛

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The room was filled with laughter, food and smiles all round as the Avengers sat in one of compound’s living rooms stuffing their faces with numerous different types of takeout. It had been a long week for everyone, and they all needed a break from their crime-fighting duties. Well, all except for Nat she’d spent most of the week inside (much to her annoyance) as she got over a cold.

The two of you shared a blanket as you sat huddled up on a sofa, giggling along with the constant jokes being cracked as you both sipped on a cold cider.

As the laughter and chatter continued, suddenly, Nat felt a tickle in her nose, and before she could reach for a tissue, she let out the cutest, most unexpected sneeze that sounded exactly like a tiny kitten. "Hh’shu!” Everyone turned their heads towards her in surprise, their eyes wide and jaws dropping before descending into more laughter.

Thor, known for his mighty warrior persona, burst out laughing with a thunderous voice that shook the room. "By Odin's beard! Nat, that was positively adorable!"

Even Tony Stark, who was usually quick with witty remarks, was left momentarily speechless, staring at Nat in amazement. Tony, ever quick to react, burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Nat, you've got to be kitten me right now! Did you just sneeze like a cat?"

There was a collective groan at his awful pun, “Oh shush, no I do not.” She defended, hiding her embarrassed flushed face into your shoulder.”

"I always knew Nat had a soft spot for animals, but this is taking it to a whole new level," Steve teased as he helped himself to another slice of pizza which earnt him a playful punch on the arm from Natasha.

Amidst the banter, you couldn't help but chime in with your own comment. "Well, I must say love, that sneeze was definitely purr-fectly adorable!"

Natasha rolled her eyes at your pun but couldn't suppress her smile. "Alright, enough with the cat puns, you guys. I'm still a deadly spy, you know," she said, feigning seriousness, but the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. The whole thing might’ve been dropped soon if only-

“Hh’iishu!”

Another sneeze erupted from Natasha, and this time it sounded even more like a little kitten, prompting another round of laughter from the Avengers.

"Oh, my goodness, Nat, you're just too cute!" Bruce Banner chuckled, trying to stifle his laughter.

"Why are you laughing at my misery?" Natasha said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, though her attempt at seriousness was undermined by the fact that she was still smiling.

"Sorry, Nat, but it's just too funny," Clint Barton said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye before getting up to grab himself another drink.

"You know," Vision chimed in, "I once observed a cat sneezing on the internet, and I must say, your rendition is remarkably accurate."

Natasha shot him a playful glare “I can still outmatch any of you, come on.” She said, holding up her fists in mock serious-ness before descending into laughter – maybe she’d had one too many drinks.

“Come on kitty, put away the claws.” You laughed as you kissed her cheek lightly, “"Your sneezes are still adorable though. Just saying.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 10 months

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Nightlife 13

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You have to make the call. You have no choice. One way or another, your father will find out and it will be worse if it’s not from you.

Another D and you're below water. You have no chance now. You’ll be lucky to finish with a C average for the semester and with that, you’ll lose your entry scholarship. You don’t understand where you went wrong. You try so hard. It doesn’t matter, it seems the more you try, the more wrong you are.

You hit the green button and wait for the line to pick up. You wait.

Waiting.

Still waiting.

The voicemail answers. You’re not surprised. You often have to leave several before you hear back. Yet when your father calls you, you answer. You don’t hesitate.

“Hey dad, it’s me. I called because… because I need to talk to you. Please call me back. Love you.”

You hang up after leaving the message and blow a raspberry. He hasn’t even told you when he’s picking you up from campus after exams. Another week and you’re going to be done. You already have half your dorm packed.

In those short spurts where you’re not at Lee’s, you're sorting everything into the donate and take piles. Most of it you’ll leave behind, things you won’t need at your dad’s place. Things you can replace.

As soon as you put your phone down, it vibrates. You huff and pick it up. You need to study, even if it doesn’t matter.

Lee. Again. You’re not surprised. You almost admire his persistence given your own inconsistency.

‘Still coming over, sweet thing?’

Shoot. You don’t remember him asking. That’s the thing about Lee. He seems to frame demands as questions. Or maybe you really or that hopeless. You answer him. Sure. Why not? Not like anything will change if you do.

You get your bag ready to go and head down. Your dorm mates are bogged down studying, a few already gone as their exams finished early. Life seems easier as them. You suppose that most people see the world like that; they want to be someone else, though no one would ever want to be you.

You sit on the curb and wait. You tune out the world with your headphones. It’s been a while since you listened to music. Really listened without any distraction.

Your head pops up as you see the familiar car approach. You stand and cross the street. You get in the car. The routine is just that. You’re used to it. You haven’t told Lee yet either. He doesn’t know that you’re going home for summer. You don’t expect him to be happy to hear it but it can’t be a big surprise. All the college students are leaving.

“Hey, darlin’,” he leans over to kiss your cheek as you pull your earbuds out, “whatcha listening to?”

“Oh, just…nothing–”

“Nah, go on, put it on,” he insists as he hands you auxiliary cord, “I could use something new.”

“Really, it’s–”

“Come on, I wanna listen.”

You don’t argue. Why? It’s a small thing. It’s nothing. You unplug your headphones and shove the cord into the port. Your music plays automatically.

So come on, Virginia, show me a sign Send up a signal, I'll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind Never let's in the sun

Billy Joel croons from the speakers as you place your phone in the cupholder. You sit back and buckle in as he hums and gives a thoughtful nod. He taps his fingers on the wheel before he pulls out.

“You got a taste for the classics,” he muses, “I ain’t heard this in a while.”

“Uh, yeah, I like it,” you shrug.

“Good song,” he remarks, “I’m a fan of You May Be Right, myself. But I’m not too picky. You listen to Seger? How about Elton? You seem that sorta girl.”

“Some, yeah,” you cling to your bag and watch through the window.

“Hickory missin’ ya,” he says, “ain’t ya excited to see him?”

“Yeah,” you answer glumly.

“Whatsa matter, then? Don’t know why you’d be so down when you got that rascal waiting on ya… and me.”

“Just school,” reply evasively.

“Ah, yeah, you were saying you’re having some troubles. Wish I could help.”

“Ugh, well… no one can help me now,” you plant your elbow on your door and put your chin on your fist.

“Now, don’t be moping ‘less you gonna tell me what’s going on,” he says grumpily.

You sigh. You can barely admit it to yourself. You don’t even know if you can say it out loud.

Your vision turns bleary and you sniffle. It’s too late. You should’ve asked for help months ago. You made promises you didn’t keep and now you have to accept the failure. You wipe away your tears and sit back.

“My GPA is garbage. I’m gonna lose my scholarship and my dad– my dad’s gonna kill me.”

“Oh, honey, kill you? Don’t talk like that. I’m sure he wouldn’t, not a sweet thing like you. Besides, if he’s an ass about it, you still got me, don’t ya?”

You nod but refuse to look at him. He’s sweet but he can’t understand. Your dad isn’t the type to just say oh well or to give second chances. This semester was a second chance and you blew it.

“Maybe it just isn’t for you. Schoolin’ and all. I know lots of people who never did it,” he speaks as he drives. “Or maybe you’re in the wrong kinda school.”

“Maybe,” you grumble and pick at the zipper on your bag.

“You can change, can’t ya? Pick something else. Something you’re better at,” he suggests. “Like I said, I went into the military. They offered me some school but I told ‘em not to waste the time.”

“I don’t know what I’m good at,” you sigh.

“Well, you’re good to me,” he says brightly, “you know I’ll help ya. I’ll take care of ya no matter what.”

“But you don’t have to.”

“I wanna. Why are you sayin’ that?”

“Cause… cause it’s a lot. Don’t you think?”

“No, wouldn't say it if I thought it was too much,” he rebuffs, “don’t get no attitude with me, now.”

“I– I’m not but… but… I don’t want to…” you shake your head and stare at the dash, “I’m going home for the summer, Lee. I have to go home. And I feel bad with you doing all this–”

“Going home?” He says so quietly, his voice almost cracks, “but, darlin’, I’m taking you home right now. Ain’t I?”

“That’s your home. I mean, my dad. I gotta… I gotta figure this all out. When he finds out–”

“You’re a goddamn adult,” he growls and grips the wheel tight, “you shouldn’t be so worried about him and damn it, he should be treatin’ ya a lot better.”

“I know, but he’s my dad. He– he paid my tuition. He’s gonna want me to work that off at the restaurant–”

“Work? He– What the heck is wrong with ya? You shouldn’t be workin’? Silly little thing. He’s your dad, he should be supportin’ ya, not takin’ from ya,” he seems angrier with each word, “what kinda man– and you’re gonna leave me for him?” He snarls, “just like that. You’re gonna hurt me?”

“Hurt you? No, but… but I have to.”

“You don’t gotta do nothing. Sounds to me like he don’t want anything to do with ya anyhow, so maybe you should stay in town.”

“My lease is over at the end of the month.”

“Mine ain’t,” he insists.

He’s quiet. You squirm and bite your lip, “Lee?”

“You said you was gonna marry me. How’re you gonna do that if you’re all the way somewhere else?”

“I know I said but… I’m nineteen. I thought you meant later.”

“I’m a lot older than nineteen,” he scoffs, “I’m not waiting til later.” He sneers through the windshield, “you said. You promised!”

“I did, but–”

“But? But you were just lyin’, I get it.”

You nearly choke. You weren’t lying. You just were caught off guard and didn’t know what to say. Like now. You're not just stunned by the sudden shift, you're scared.

“I didn’t lie,” you croak, “please…”

You cover your face and take several deep breaths, trying to hold back. He huffs and you feel his firm touch on your leg. He squeezes as he slows the car.

“Don’t cry, darlin’, alright? Don’t do none of that. I know you meant it. Let’s just figure this all out first, schoolin’ and all that. Alright?” He coaxes, “you know I’ll be there for ya, don’t ya? No matter what your dad says.”

“Yeah,” you drag your hands from your face.

“And I know you’re not gon’ leave Hick. He needs ya around.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #drabble #au #nightlife #series

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siconetribal · 22 days

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 10

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag:

@vbecker10 @wordsfromthemoon @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning:

Banter, Fluff, Wit, Book-nerdiness, and more floof

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, please check the master list for the previous chapters!

Jason watched her turn her mug in circles, press a napkin to make it smooth, and shift her plate as if to find the perfect lighting to make her pastry most photogenic. One half of her lower lip was imprisoned by her teeth, the other half jutting out to the side. It was not hard for him to conclude that she was nervous, which made him curious. What does she have to say about what Cici said? How serious could it be? Maybe she’s embarrassed about the bill? Wait, if she brings it up I can insist on paying!

“So ,” Y/N finally spoke up after what felt like hours of silence. “I have been in a dicey situation because of the Joker and his gang of clowns. Wrong time, wrong place, sorta deal.” She paused again, but shorter this time. “I have been hit by his Joker Venom, but I was treated in time. It was a gas and it wasn’t one of the more lethal variants or long enough exposure to be permanently disabling. It’s…not something I talk about either. Cici wasn't trying to lie or cause trouble the day you came in. She was trying to help me out, because I recognized you.”

Great , she recognized me right away and I was just chasing 1’s and 0’s in a useless IP address! His lips scrunched to the side as he slouched in his seat, his pride was thoroughly bruised.

“Don't pout, I was having a bad day, well week, and she was just trying to help me jot deal with another thing, and ended up blurting that out. So no, I’m not some lunatic because of it and yes, I’m perfectly normal, because who isn’t a little traumatized when living in Gotham City, right?”

“I would say ‘or insanely rich’, but they tend to be the actual targets and commoners like myself end up in the crosshairs.” She hesitantly added, seeing no flare of anger or annoyance, she sat up and took a bite of her flaky pastry of choice.

“Are you sure ‘perfectly normal’ is the best term for you?” He grumbled. “You recognized me and did your damndest to be unrecognizable, why? You even got your friend in on it and made me think you're someone,” his voice steadily grew louder and his tone harsher as he sat up straight while she steadily shrank back into her seat, ducking her head to avoid looking at him. Shit , not what I wanted to do! “ Forget it , who am I to get pissed at a little white lie? I’m no stranger to bad days either.” Like being held hostage and left for dead by the Joker. He quickly deflated back in his seat. His foot lightly nudged against hers, making her jump and look up. “I also think anyone who isn't traumatized living here is either off their rocker or they've only just moved in.” His gaze softened as he smiled, coaxing her to relax with him again.

“Being rich comes with its own style of batshit crazy.” He rolled his eyes. Like throwing cash around for giant galas to make yourselves feel better about ‘charity’ which will obviously attract all the other criminals in Gotham. The only difference between them is that one group is considered legal.

“Speaking of rich, you’re a Wayne, right?” Jason’s eyebrows shot up quickly before crashing down and furrowing together. “Cici told me, I was helping her with the drinks that day and she told me to not call it.” She quickly explained. “But that aside, what do I call you? Little Lordling? Littler Wayne? Wayne Jr the second? Wayne 3.0? There are a bunch of you, right? You're the second one, I suppose you'd be Wayne 2, or are you 3 because Bruce Wayne would be 1?” She thought aloud, watching his left eye twitch with each nickname she came up with. It was still oh so satisfying to see.

“Yes, I am an adopted son of Bruce Wayne and no , you can’t call me any of those.” His voice shook as his smile became a little strained, a little bit of a grumble in the undertones.

“Aww, not even ‘Little Lordling’? I thought that one would’ve won.” She pouted. The way her lower lip puffed and pushed out was adorable, but Jason needed to be strong. There's no way he was going to let anyone call him that. It would be the end of him if any of the other Bats heard of this. “So what do I call you by, oh nameless capeless savior?”

“How about you just call me by my name? Which you could’ve just asked me for instead of doing all this.” He rolled his left hand in the air as he gestured to the oddity that was this conversation

“It is absotively posolutely rude to demand such information! To ask without offering something of equal value is simply barbaric!” She scoffed and he snorted while trying to stop himself from choking on his drink. “Also, where's the fun in that? Now you'll remember me the next time you see me, you won't be so thrown off.” The smug grin on her face was frustratingly adorable and pleasantly annoying, he was not sure if he wanted to wipe it off her face or give her something else to gloat about.

“And charging someone for asking questions is not memorable enough?” One of his eyebrows rose up in question. “I feel like we’re well past dinner and a movie first.”

“Who says that's my cup of tea? Maybe I'm a video games and books kind of gal?” She raised an eyebrow of her own in challenge to him.

Damn, games and books? “Well you’re in luck. I’m a bit of both myself.” He smirked.

Oh that is cheating! You can't go looking like this, be a Wayne, and be into those! I’m trying to ask you for 4k, not a wedding ring! Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer. “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”

“‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen, not bad.” Jason took a bite of his sandwich. Not bad, not bad. “There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm,” he calmly replied.

“‘The Song of the Lark’, huh, ‘a bit’ is what you said, right?” Y/N sat back. “Consider me impressed again, Wonder Boy.”

“Quit calling me that,” he grumbled as his eye twitched.

“I have nothing else to call you.”

“Then call me by name.”

“I don't have your name.”

“You could ask.”

“That’d be rude, of course. We haven’t properly met.” She smirked.

“And how do we properly meet?” He leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table.

“Dinner and a good book.”

“Are you asking or telling?”

“That depends, do you prefer me to ask or tell?” She leaned in closer as well.

“Doesn’t matter to me, so long as you say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” he grinned. “I guess it’s settled then. Now all I need is your number.”

“Wait, what? My number?” She sat back a little in surprise.

“Yes, your number, how else am I going to get in touch with you?” He extended a hand towards her and she, still confused at what just happened, robotically handed over said device, the screen unlocked. He quickly sent himself a text through her phone and saved his number in hers. “Thanks, sweetheart, I’ll be sending you the details later. On that note, I gotta run. See ya,” he winked and finished his drink before heading out, Y/N sitting there mouth agape and utterly confused. The bell chimed again before she could even process any of it as she quickly cleaned up and got behind the counter once more, the rev of a motorcycle fading into the distance.

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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friends with benefiets sev , where she wants more but reader don't, but idk maybe comes possessive sev (jealous) and they talk and baby's have pretty relationship 🥹🫶🏻

this is great anon ty!

men and minors dni

you and sevika started hooking up a few months ago. you've been friends forever, and one night you were both drunk and complaining about how hard the dating scene is to eachother, and... one thing led to another.

so now, two or three times a week, sevika will come over to yours, or you'll go over to her's, and you'll fuck, and then you'll maybe eat together before leaving.

and does your heart break a bit every time you leave her place? sure. but sevika's a player, and dating's not her thing. you'd rather have her as a friend (and as a fuckbuddy) than as nothing at all.

and sevika never says anything so... you guys don't talk about it.

you're getting ready for bed one night when your phone buzzes, a girl you'd hooked up with a few times about a year ago texting you. you opened the thread.

"back in town for the weekend if u wanna meet up?" you grin.

you like her. the two of you had a really good thing going for about a month before her job suddenly moved her across the country. it'd be nice to see her.

so you agree.

you guys meet up at your favorite diner, catching up and flirting for a few hours.

it all goes great until sevika walks into the diner. she sees you and your sorta ex, and she scowls. you blink.

"'s that sevika?" your ex asks. you nod. "she looks pissed." she says. you nod again.

"she always looks that way." you say.

you don't think much of it until sevika's storming over to your table.

"sevika, hey." you say, looking up at her. she grunts at you.

"whose this?" she asks. you shrug.

"old friend." you say.

"yeah?" she spits out. you blink.

"what is your problem?" you ask. sevika huffs and storms out of the diner. across the table, your sorta ex laughs.

"i should probably go. looks like i'm causing problems for you." you blink at her in confusion, but she just laughs and pats your shoulder as she leaves the table. "you'll figure it out." she says.

you're left alone at the table for two minutes before you get your shit together and throw some cash on the table, then run outside.

sevika's smoking a cigarette outside the diner, leaning against the wall. she rolls eyes at the sight of you.

"i don't understand what's happening." you say, honestly, slowly approaching her. "we weren't doing anything and even if we were i thought-- i didn't think that was a problem with our deal." you say.

"what deal?" she asks. you blink at her.

"i dunno, friends with benefits?" you say. sevika huffs.

"that's not what we are."

"what? then what are we?"

"you're mine!" she shouts. she takes a final drag off her cigarette then snuffs it out and tosses it on the sidewalk. you're gawking at her.

"that--"

"shut up." she says.

"that's not how this kinda stuff works! it has to be mutual-- i'm not just yours if you aren't mine!" you say. sevika growls.

"i fuckin' know that, i'm not some asshole!"

"so what are you saying?" you ask.

"i--" she pauses, her face falling. "i'm saying i've been yours for a while now." she whispers. you blink.

"oh."

"is that okay?" she asks. you smile.

"yeah." you say.

"oh. okay."

"you know... if we're gonna be each other's, you're gonna have to start taking me out on actual dates." you say. sevika laughs and rolls her eyes.

"i know."

"and you can't wipe your cheek when i kiss it anymore." you say. she laughs.

"fine."

"and i get to call you my girlfriend and you have to call me y--mmmph!" you're cut off by sevika shooting forward to kiss you.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Can you write one with a really innocent y/n and really possesive gun. It would be good if It's in yakuza world

Hi! Thanks for the ask. This is sort of.. Yakuza-adjacent but not really, I'm sorry! All I can think of is Way of the Househusband now. And it's sorta nice, Gun has his reasons for 'possessiveness'.

Gun Park x Reader: Red flag miscommunications

You have the wrong end of the stick

Gun is speechless, and it's not often he's speechless.

You had started to cry this evening about how he's a 'red flag' and your relationship isn't working out. All courtesy of talking to your friends, of course.

Gun knows he has his issues, he has been clear about it from the start and you were accepting of him. He has half a mind to tell you you aren't allowed to see your friends again, that's what they get for calling him possessive. But that would be punishing you, and he absolutely did not want to do that. Not outside the bedroom anyway.

Still. The more you talked, the more surprised Gun was with how naive you are, how wrong you have gotten this. Did you really think...? Did you actually have no idea...?

Fuck, his head is hurting. He takes a few deep breaths before tackling the last ten minutes head-on, deciphering your almost incoherent teary ramblings.

"Y/N. Who did you think those men are?"

"They said you ordered them to follow me in case I step out of line."

"Why do you think I check up on you all the time?"

"They said it's because you don't trust me."

"What's wrong with wanting to spend time together?"

"They said it's so you can always keep an eye on me."

Ok. Gun takes another deep breath. Maybe he really should have a word with your 'friends'.

"Y/N. First, those men are for your protection. They are your bodyguards. I have a lot of enemies from other Yakuza clans that followed me here, and from the crew business."

The statements hit you like a one-two. Oh. This does... this does make sense. You're feeling more and more foolish with every word.

"Second, I check up on you to make sure you are safe. I trust the men in my employment but I would prefer to hear from you myself."

Well, that's sorta sweet actually... Damn, you really are an idiot.

"And lastly, I want to spend time with you because-"

Gun stops here and grits his teeth, the frustration from tonight starting to show. He doesn't want to answer that. The fact that he prefers to spend time with you over conducting business or training pisses him off most days anyway. But what the hell is wrong with him wanting to be with you, it's the most normal thing about him.

Whatever.

There is almost something he forgets though. He just wants to check where your head is at.

"And what did you think about my tattoos?"

You sniffle, now more out of embarassment than anything, "I thought you got them done because they looked cool."

Gun gives you a wry smile, "Yes. They do look cool. They're not associated with my clan at all."

Ugh, you facepalm and seriously think about cutting off your friend for planting all these ideas in your head.

You have so much making up to do.

#i really dont know any yakuza stuff sorry #i tried a little research but all i could think about tatsu (househusband) and god i love him #reader only have one single braincell in this #and silly friends #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #gun park #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #park jonggun #wannaeatramyeon

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banquetwriter · 25 days

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୨୧ Cinnamon ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ Johnnie and reader don't get together, sorta a unhappy ending (tho its unclear whether Johnnie is into reader)

summary: ʚ after texting Johnnie for days straight a party doesn't go how you imagine ɞ

Words: 1502

An: this didn't go how i wanted it to… you get a star if you can guess which song this was very loosely based off of.

There are so many unique feelings humans feel that have names. Such as opia, the feeling of looking someone in the eye and feeling an intense feeling of vulnerability. As if someone is looking through you.

Or exulansis, the tendency to stop talking about something in the middle of talking. Often when the listeners do not seem interested or relate at all feeling the storyteller is jealous.

Of course, there aren't an endless amount of words. Like for example there is no word to describe the feeling of breaking up/getting broken up with over text late at night when you're young and having to act completely normal at breakfast with your family the next morning. As they had no idea you were even seeing someone in the first place.

There are no single words to describe that feeling. A very unique one. It's a similar feeling to what you feel now. Dumb, maybe a little excited, and egear. You met Johnnie Gilbert almost two weeks ago at a party. Being a mutual friend of Tara’s it was bound to happen at some point.

You immediately felt a pull towards him. He was funny, had good style, and above all else was nice to you. Not a common thing among most men nowadays. Knowing the nature of Tara’s friends you googled him as soon as you got home.

Immediately found his Instagram and followed him. You weren't sure it was going anywhere but one day he followed back and another party the two of you had been to led to texting for almost 4 days straight. Often replying in between tasks never taking more than a few hours to shoot another text back.

You had felt electric. You had kept most of the conversation platonic and respectful but as the sun went down and the days went on the conversations got so much more real. Talking about both of your struggles, your hardships, and your successes. It felt so natural and nice.

Tonight happened to be another one of Tara’s parties. You had not subtly put on one of the most amazing outfits yet. Your hair, makeup, accessories, and clothes fit you so well, perfectly showing off your style. You however were not radiating the confidence your outfit dripped.

You were so nervous to see Johnnie tonight you felt like you could have a heart attack from how fast your heart was racing. It had been almost an hour and a half since the party really started and almost everyone was there already. Except Johnnie.

It was stupid really. You hadn't even done anything super romantic or anything to suggest that toward him when texting. And you two certainly weren't exclusive. And you didn't dress for men so really the fact you felt so sad and embarrassed was bothering you.

So there you sat. One shot in. Shoving down a slice of cinnamon-flavored cake. You numbly shove the fork into the slice of pure sugar and place your fork in your mouth. It was then that you looked up and saw that Johnnie arrived. He was being greeted by Tara and a few others.

You felt a second wave of confidence folding the paper plate and tossing your items in the trash, passing the microwave’s reflective surface to ensure you still looked good. Nerves ran through you, your heart racing so fast you almost couldn't see.

You sat against the kitchen island waiting for Johnnie to walk by you and see you. You casually sipped on a drink slightly moving to the beat of the music coming from the music in the living room. The small crowd of people with Johnnie made its way towards you. This was your moment!

You tried to not look at him as much as possible. That inevitably failed when you finally looked at him, he was in a black button-down. The first few buttons were undone with several metal necklaces. He gave you a tight-lipped smile, nodding his head at you in acknowledgment. You looked at him and you could swear your eyes lit up with a flame.

He was so cute. But that feeling I was talking about earlier? When you break up with someone but can't say anything to anyone about it? That's what you felt as Johnnie brushed past you and went outside. He didn't acknowledge you.

You didn't move, just stared at the floor with your red solo cup in hand. Instead of your eyes burning with fire they burned with tears. You felt so goddamn stupid crying over a boy you aren't even with. You quickly pull your phone out to have something to stare at, not just look at the floor.

The tears gather in your eyes and at this point, you can't hide the fact you are crying. You quickly make a break for the bathroom. You slam the door shut. Tears spilling out of your eyes as you sob. Your fake eyelashes collect the brunt force of the water.

You let yourself cry for a moment. You eventually could hear the house music again. Your breathing slowed down. You used a piece of toilet paper to clean up the tears and retouched your makeup. You let yourself feel how sucky this was.

But if he didn’t want to be with you he didn’t want to. Oh well, what could you do about it? You step out of the bathroom. You move to one of the rooms further back in the house, finding a group of people smoking. You decided you weren't gonna let him ruin your night entirely.

“Yo! Y/n…” someone called out. You turn and see one of your old friends. They offer you a blunt and you happily oblige, holding the smoking plant to your mouth and inhaling.

Letting the cloudy smoke fill your lungs. You let out a breath. Your head buzzed with the hit you took. You decided to take just a few more. You were definitely buzzed, maybe even high.

You weren't gone by any means but you weren't all there. You made your way to the backyard through the kitchen. Seeing Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Colby all sitting around a little campfire. There were other people too around but you either didn't know them or didn't care. “Hey guys.” you slightly slurred out.

“Yoo.” Jake laughed out looking at you. You could smell the weed on you, your eyes squinting with red. “Shut up.” you giggled out sitting down next to Colby and Johnnie. “Hey, where's Sam?” you asked, grabbing Tara’s drink from her camping chair cup holder.

Tara shot you an annoyed look as you took a swig of the soda. Jake giggled into his eyes and had never seen you high before. “Oh Sam has a meeting tomorrow he needs to be at so he didn't wanna drink a bunch tonight,” Colby said smiling at you with a small nod.

You only nodded your head in response. Staring down at the campfire. It wasn't really cold outside, more just chilly, but the warmth of the fire felt really nice. Your friends went back to their conversations as you looked at the fire crackling. You felt a jolt on your left side.

You looked to your side seeing Johnnie peering at you. “You ok?” he asked you, obviously referring to that you were staring off into space. “Yeah I'm good,” you mumbled out with a smile.

The orange glow of the fire made him look so good. Giving a slight shadow to his eyes. There were so many things you wanted to say to him. Tell him how pretty he was or maybe how funny he was. None of them were appropriate so you stayed quiet. You were getting very dizzy.

“Dude seriously,” Johnnie said, his hand holding your shoulder. Maybe you were showing how much you had a little too much as you realized you had been leaning almost over the fire. “Let's get you some water,” he said standing up.

You followed him with a small smile on your lips. You wanted to live in this moment. Share a giggle and relish the fact the boy you liked was taking care of you. Let it feed into the delusion that he liked you back. But that wasn't fair. So you didn't.

You just silently watched him pour the glass of water into a new solo cup. He turned around and in your current state, you couldn't figure out what his expression was like. Was he happy? Mad? Concerned?

You decide not to figure it out. You take the water cup from his hand and thank him. Intentionally looks away, still feeling his eyes on you. It's like he wanted to say something. If he wanted to be didn't just slowly walk away.

You felt horrible about not taking that moment to flirt with him. But you knew it wouldn't end well if you had. So in a way you had lost but in another way you had won.

#johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert angst

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 9 months

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I'm sorry I send the requests back to back, I was happy to see they're open again. Hcs for assassin reader who's married to tan and they all work together. (Like how we met, how he proposed, also how we are now as a trio, aka brainy but chaotic badass reader makes a comeback) Sorry if this too much, I'm aware you said hcs tend to take longer, please please take your time, don't rush! Love ya! 💗 💺 anon

hii! don’t worry about it honey! I love it, and also it’s no problem, hc’s are usually really quick for me, I can bang them out in half hour. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 love uu

hc’s/ imagines

tangerine x assassin!fem reader

— wc 503

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

okay so...

— I think that the three of you work incredibly well together !!

— you all have strengths and weaknesses that amplify one another. where one lacks the other gains, so for that reason all VERY work well

— I think you're maybe more of the brains of the group (literally) you're able to hack and get into cameras etc ??? (idk any of the terms) lem is kinda the muscle and tan is more of the attack type

— maybe you were assigned to help the twins for a mission, and since you worked so well, you stayed/ joined them and have been on countless assignments together. perhaps, the first mission was set at a ball, and you had to pretend to date (I read something similar a few days ago and forgot how much I loved it, so had to implement it)

— and (bc I love this trope) he finally saw you blahblahblah, and then confessed feelings after months of 'confusion' (he'd dance around expressing them for ages, and it would kinda be this angry love confession between the two of you) - but it would be sweet though, nothing mean or hateful. like "what are we doing?" or "I don't get you" or "you shouldn't be with him" or "why are you so difficult?" sorta thing

— but he's a total softie for you, and would propose somewhere that was meaningful to the pair of you. he doesn't like cliches, so he'd find a way to combat it

— and the ring ??? my GOD?? would be EXACTLY the one you want, like all the ones in your pinterest board, nothing tacky, nothing cheap, nothing shit, just beautiful and to your exact taste

back to before...

— maybe you keep them in line at times, like you're the only one that thinks. they react, but you respond kinda thing

— you taught them to think with their hearts too. ironically (bc you're an assassin) like the feminine/nurturing energy

— he goes love blind, so working with you is sometimes dangerous. all caution and thought goes out the window if and when you ever get injured. all he wants is to kill the one that hurt you, but you and lem remind/ stop him

— he knows you can protect yourself, so he allows you do to that until it gets to a point where he can't take it anymore. like he'd let you have your fun/ moment but wouldn't let it get too far (risk you getting killed) he would never forgive himself for it and would do something permanent

— someone say romeo and juliet ??

— you definitely have lots of tan within you, but he admires and hates it. he loves that you're similar to him, but they're often the parts he dislikes most about himself

— PROTECTOR X PROTECTED!!!!!!!! (even though you're in the same career, just go with it)

— they'd both look after you and keep you safe. lem is like a bodyguard older brother, and tan is, well, tan

— NEVER let anything bad happen to you

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

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moxpunk · 2 months

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So, I mentioned I'd write up a trip-report/retrospective of my experience of getting absolutely buried under pies on Saturday, so here it is! Be warned, it's fucking long.

To start off, my friend Dee was very professional about the whole matter: reassured me that I'd be taken care of, helped lighten the mood a bit, and didn't have any massive expectations for someone they just met for the first time in-person who's never done something like this at such a scale. Our styles and how we carried ourselves couldn't be different though, which was extremely funny to me. Them in this very stylish coat and scarf number, while I'm bumming around in my ripped-up Fender shirt and fishnet-tights - extremely visual-metaphor, I know.

Snagging the supplies was a wild experience. I'm just sorta following along while Dee had a total game-plan in their head, bee-lining it towards the baking section and immediately shoving about 12 boxes of cake batter into the cart. I was surprised to see how little frosting they snagged, but that'll be something for next time. The other supply that dominated our cart was store-brand whipped topping for the pies. I figure we had like about a dozen tubs of that as well by the end. During the grocery-run, I told Dee that whenever someone would make a comment when I'd buy stuff for solo-experiences, I just tell them that I'm running a bake-sale or something. People will take it at face-value, and I don't have to explain that "Yes, I'm buying so much dessert-product because it's a kink of mine". But Dee, this asshole (affectionate), gets asked the question while we're checking out and puts on this bright face saying they're "Moxie's happy helper, she's got so much work to be done on her head" and I'm trying not to corpse right then and there while I'm bagging our supplies. I think my face was crimson when we bounced back to my place.

Speaking of my place, I do not live in a large apartment and my bathroom is even smaller with my shower being a one-person standing-job. Thankfully, this also means that laying down tarp to catch the massive amount of spillage was super easy, and Dee had tons of tarp and tape ready to go. Looked like that one scene in American Psycho with a singular chair in the middle surrounded by clear tarp to catch the mess. Absolutely unhinged shit if you saw it out of context.

Then came making everything! Dee had brought a bunch of pudding-cups as filling for the pies as well as some xanthan gum to thicken things. That xanthan gum stuff is wild, they mixed it with water at first, and it had the texture of drool. Great if you're into that stuff and want a body-safe way to get drenched in it! I had baked half of the crusts earlier when we got back, but I totally spaced on poking holes in the crusts so they ended up kinda jank. Thankfully, the pies were just going to be thrown at me instead of eaten. Ha! This is when my back started getting angry at me, standing a whole bunch and moving around the kitchen. Had to take a number of breaks during this, but Dee told me they have infinite energy for this sort of thing and was fine that the fat girl needed a few breaks. Took maybe an hour in total to go from nothing to a dozen pies and three 3-gallon buckets of cake batter, which was wild. I put some makeup on, Dee got the camera and tripod set up, and it was time for us to start!

The anticipation I felt when I was sitting in that chair was wild. Like, I've absolutely pied myself before and even last year I got pied by another person for the first time from my ex. So, I sorta knew what to expect. But, these pies had that gum mixed in to hold their shape better, so I wasn't entirely certain how it was going to go. Dee told me to get ready and…

SPLAT! The first pie nearly knocked the fucking air out of my lungs. It was fucking cold thanks to the topping been in the fridge-section of the grocery store about only an hour ago! It covered my whole face and stuck to my hair that I had pushed to run down the side of my head, and I nearly called for a yellow light to slow down. For a little there, I felt like I couldn't catch my breath properly before two more pies got sandwiched over my head. Dee, for their part, did the expert thing of smearing and twisting the desserts over my head to just turn it into a mask of goop. This is absolutely the point where I could feel all the weight concentrate in my hair and start to weight my whole damn head down. Looking back at the video for reference, my hair is just this curtain of white goop and pie crust.

A few pies in for good measure, and Dee finally grabbed one of the buckets of batter. The dye we snagged wasn't all that potent, sadly. We wanted a bright pink sludge that mimicked the ancient-ass game-show What Would You Do's "Crowning Glory", but we know next time not to get the gel-dye (and also to buy a hand-mixer!). Because it's part of The Kink, of course I looked directly up into the bucket above just before it cascaded over me. In stark contrast to the other pies being cold as hell, Dee used warm water to mix with the batter, so it was heavenly to have that thick warmth poured over my body. It made all the future pies a lot easier to handle, honestly, by having that mucky barrier of off-pink coating me.

Around this time is when I realized "Oh, right, I have a bunch of hair soaking in all this stuff, might as well work it in!" because I'm a dork for my hair getting the slop-salon treatment. Another few pies splatted over my face while I worked my hair like I was in a shampoo commercial, Dee grabs my arm and smears a big blob of marshmallow fluff up my armpit because the bastard knows I'm a pit-fiend. So, you folks out there that enjoy the idea of lapping dessert out of my pit, please hold onto that mental image nice and tight. The banter between me and Dee started flowing at about this point. They were asking me questions while smearing the batter over my body, and ended up zeroing in on my nipple. I'm a sensitive lady, so when I'm trying to give an answer, it came out as "Oh yeah~!" like I'm some actress in a shitty porn because I was goddamn moaning through it. They didn't let me forget that, repeating it back to me whenever I would say "Yeah" to anything. Asshole (affectionate).

Syrup came next, just some cheap-ass brand and not actual maple syrup, and I smelled like breakfast. I smelled like breakfast for like two days afterwards, even through a thorough shower. I am not complaining at all, this is a benefit to this fetish. Honestly, the syrup was the one thing that I was not expecting to enjoy as much as I did. In my head, it's watery and just kinda boring? But, it being emptied out over mess-coated me and a pie that was stuffed into my face, I'm absolutely adding it to the roster of Quick and Easy Shit to Buy When I'm Horny.

Then came The Barrage. So, in this little obsession Dee and I share, the pie-barrage is usually seen as one of the climaxes of a scene. It's taking what, up to this point, is usually singular pies being added to someone in a sensual way that builds up the mess slowly piece-by-piece. A barrage of pies is the person throwing them going absolutely feral and just wanting to see the target inundated with layer upon layer of pie. That's exactly what happened to me! The first pie hit, totally blinding me, and before I had time to react properly, a second and then a third pie was added to the vaguely human-shaped blob of pie and moaning trans woman. Even managed to muffle anything I was trying to say, which was incredible to someone like me that types out muffled syllables in text roleplay. Honestly, Dee got the best photos of me immediately after the barrage, you… can hardly see who I am, let alone what I am. Absolute peak!

When your head is absolutely coated in thick pie-slop, the world fades away in a real way. You can't see past the layers of dessert, it settles over your head so you can't hear anything but your own breathing, and taste and smell have been absolutely tossed out the window to be replaced by sugarsmell. It's like sensory deprivation, because even your sense of touch fades out since you're rocking at least a layer or two of full-body coverage. It's an incredible experience! It's also only halfway through my session!

To speed things up a bit, more pies and more batter-slime was added to the mess. Since this kink began with Nickelodeon shows for the vast majority of the Millennials that have it, it's a bit of a "tradition" when green slime is involved (in our case, green batter because I'm a Dessert Bitch) to say "I don't know" like in You Can't Do That On Television. Say the trigger-phrase, get a bucket of green dumped over you. Dee even tried to put the bucket over my head, but the three-gallon ones are just a bit too small for that. It's a shame, because if we had the five-gallon buckets, I would have absolutely done a bit of head-dunking where I get on my hands and knees before plunging my whole head into that warm goop. Dee even had some chocolate cake batter as well, which reminded me that Valentine's was only a few days previous. Chocolate-covered goblin, anyone? The irony of my most-recent art piece mirroring what was going to happen to me is absolutely not lost on me.

Eventually, we had run out of supplies, and I got to sit there in the chair just enjoying the mess I was in. My hair was so heavy at that point, and the slop had just sorta congealed into a single texture. It made it incredibly easy to just work and play with, with Dee finally realizing that the reason I keep my hair so goddamn long is for moments like this where I get to wear what felt like ten pounds of sludge from the neck up. As is tradition in these shoots, just because we ran out of supplies doesn't mean the Moxie Messing was over, because Dee had put a bucket between my legs to catch as much excess slop as possible before dumping it all over my head in this thick mashed-up mixed-up wave.

After I had run out of steam having fun with myself, it was time to wrap and get me cleaned off. Wringing out my hair was an experience for the both of us. Neither of us had really realized just how much mass my hair could hold. When I went to pull the mess from my hair, it… just kept going. I filled a damned three-gallon bucket with just the stuff in my hair alone, and even then there was more. I soaked myself in the shower for the better part of a half-hour afterwards, to which my back got very upset at me for standing so long on a slippery surface. When I came out of the shower, Dee had completely cleaned the place. Wrapped up the pool of slop in the tarps and slammed it into a contractor bag for dumping. In my past experiences of being really bad at planning, it was never that easy, so I was thoroughly impressed at the foresight. I helped Dee toss it all into the dumpster near my place, and they bounced on off home in their car soon after!

So, to summarize… Holy shit, I wrote a lot, didn't I? Ha! But, yeah, this was an incredible experience and hands-down the best and most-encompassing slop-session I've ever had to this point. Dee said they absolutely want to do another session before they move again, so I'm excited to have more experiences like this! Hopefully this whole thing helps show people that have no idea why the hell I'm so obsessed with being hit by pies why I enjoy it, and shows people that do understand how incredible it was for me to have this. 2023 was a rough year for me, so kicking off 2024 with a session like this is hopefully the start to a far better year. With that, let's call it a wrap!

Love you all, stay messy. 💖

#messy talk #wet and messy

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 9 months

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”Captive heart”

Summery: You meet yeonjun when walking home one evening and a he’s “the perfect stranger” you’re instantly hooked and as it turns out, much to the both of your surprises so is he. After bonding over disappointments you decide to start a “friendship” that consists of more coupley things than the both of you can handle while still being able to call each other your friend. But A “wild passion that drives away the cold” is just what the two of you needed. So maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Correction: it wouldn’t be so bad if the both of you weren’t drooling over the other person whenever you were together.

A/N: this fic is based on the song captive heart by Selena because I didn’t have any other inspiration but then I listened to this song and it all suddenly came to me lol. This as stated before in the release date post, it’s for the lovely @itz-yerin but I really hope everyone else who reads enjoys it! This fix MIGHT have a “lost scenes and epilogue” as sorta a part two in the future. warnings and info: strangers to friends to lovers but they’ve had a thing for each other since day one, cursing, some very mild angst, making out? I guess idk but they kiss a bit, mentions of “sobering up” but no mentions of actually drinking they were just really tired of that makes sense. Bad spelling and all around shittyness lmao If I missed something please let me know!!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You’ve just fixed your shoe for what seemed like the thousandth time in the time you’ve walked from whatever place it was you had come from. At this point it didn’t matter when you saw him. The sun was setting so you didn’t want to take that long. But he made you brake your concentration on the walkway ahead in you. Eyes seemingly moving on their own as a man almost stomps lathargicly down the concrete steps of a small corner eatery. Head hung heavily and body swinging along with his steps like he was either half asleep or a piece of jello. He looked mildly disappointed as he raised his head. Running his fingers through his light hair, his hand stopping at the back of head as he turns his attention to you. A smirk appearing on his face, pulling his lips and eyebrows up like how you suddenly feel looking at him. Even for a second, you already felt like your feet were lifting off the pavement. Hovering over the reality of the situation that you would probably never see him again. You already felt like you were flying. It wouldn’t have been more tv worthy if there was a romantic song crescendoing in the background. He looks away from you, now seemingly searching for something across the street. But, here you are, having to walk past the man as he nods at you like he has a cowboy hat and is tipping it at you. God, he’s look handsome in a cowboy hat. Once you’re past him he takes another look both ways. They really weren’t showing up, huh? Probably his fault. He really was looking to apologize, seriously, but of course they didn’t believe him. Maybe he really wasn’t around enough. Though, judging from the exceeding the expectations of beautiful person he just saw walk past him, maybe this day wasn’t that much of a disappointment.

He shrugs, not as uninterested as it might seem. and with a shake of his head, he returns to his seat inside. He puts his head in his palms, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe it was his fault for picking such a run down place. But he isn't one to get oo caught up in maybes and what ifs. What's done is done. Just like how his ex has apparently shown their former relationship to be.

You stop at once your cross the street, turning your head back towards the guy who was no longer at the door of the eatery. Looking at the sky, you're trying to remind yourself how late it is. But it wasn't working. now all you're doing is trying to plan out how much time id take for you to grab a water or something and sit down because you really did need to rest your feet. and while you were in there itwouldnt hurt to stare at him a little longer, would it? You nod to yourself, you should have enough time. You take another longing look at the sky, remembering how you felt like you were dancing in it when you saw his face, and head back the way you came.

you spot him instantly, pretty hard to miss, even from the back. At least for you with his silk black hair tickling his neck, sleeves of his shirt hung across shoulders anyone would die for, and smith skin that somehow seemed to lift your hands towards him. In a sort of muscle memory you didn't know you even had. You smooth our your clothes and take a breath, not wanting to linger at the door too long. gladly nobodys at the counter as you make a b-line for the drink cooler on the back wall, your eye already on the drink you want and-- "shit" you mutter to yourself. The door was stuck. Of course the door just had to be stuck. Cause you couldn't just quickly take your drink and sit and the booth directly in his eye sight and have your fun like you had planned. Because just like your shoes, today you just weren't going to get your way.

you feel a tall pressance behind you. the smell of some faded cologne and something else you couldn’t quite place…. Was it fuity? Earthy floral? But that’s what we now. It didn’t really matter as you turned around just in time to catch his lips moving ti speak. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but, I think you have to pull it.” Your eyes go wide, you try to look away, but not before the knowing smirk on his face is replaced with a big smile. “No no! It’s ok. I’m kidding! I swear, that thing was glued shut as a joke or something.” He laughs, his hands shooting up to hover over your shoulders. You can feel the warmth of his hands, welcomed since, being so close to the fridge you were starting to get a little too cool for comfort. But you relax at his statement, eyes going back to their normal size. You chuckle, “god you had be worried there for a second that I’d just embarrassed myself.” He shakes his head like at a past memory. “Listen, if it was anyone who was embarrassed it was me earlier when there were people in here and I tried for a good minute prying it open and fell flat on my ass….” He suddenly gets grim, and you almost are worried before you realize hes winding up for another joke. “And, sad to say, there’s really not much cushion to break the fall.” You start to snigger as he cocks his head at you, faking shock. “Oh my god! How dare you!” He puts a dramatic hand over his chest. His heart secretly beating hard under his hand. You try to contain your laughter, wanting to play along but the hand over your mouth is only going so much. “Worse part is I didn’t even know what I slipped on!” God you were so early to laugh with. How was this happening to him? “Proves you can actually try too hard.” You shrug, already fully enamored. He was only a few feet away from you but you wanted him to be closer. Somehow he had made this whole embarrassing situation a great experience. He had turned you wanting to run out is there and never come back to you laughing with him at what he had done earlier. Maybe it was just knowing someone had done the same thing, maybe it was who exactly was explaining what happened to him was. Yeah that probably had something to do with it. But however he achieved it he achieved it well. And right now that stupid drink you’d probably never be able to taste now was a mile away in your mind. “I honestly wanted to curl up in the back and never leave.” You raised an eyebrow. Was he like an owner of this place? “Speaking of: I’ll go get you a drink!” He shoots you a quick smile and bolts off towards the back kitchen. A minute later coming back with the exact drink you wanted and a cup with ice. “How…” you wonder aloud. “Oh this? I’m friends the owner and his son. Used to come here almost every day after school to see my friend and get and a free ice pop from his dad.” Now that you're inknabout it, yeah, this place has been in business for as long as you’ve been there and from the looks of it it’s even older. You nod. “And this?” He holds up the drink you had your eye on from the cooler as he puts the cup down at the opposite bench from his at his table. “I saw you looking at it. Good choice. I’ve had to have tired every other flavor and drink here and that ones the best.” Your eyes fall to the two and a half empty bottles of it on his side of the table. God he’s really been sitting here for a while.

“I can see that.” You take a seat as he scoots the other bottles to the side. now you're suddenly wondering why he sat you by him. But you figure it's noting as you try to strike up a conversation. "You've been here for a while, I'm guessing." you gesture to the drink bottles piling up. and you hope he's not like that in his home life. he rubs the back of his head, acting like you've caught him red handed. But suddenly looking down, up, anywhere but your eyes that already seemed to drive him up a wall with how enchanting they were. "Yeah.... about that..." he laughs nervously, and you wonder if you've struck a sensitive spot. cause, with the way he's acting, seems like it. he shrugs nonsheluntly then raises his head. "Yeah, so my ex didn't show up when I asked them to meet me here. Not to tell you my entire life story or anything but… uh I was gonna stop waiting cause and hour with no call seems a little much to just be getting out your door late. You know I’ve never gotten stood up before. It’s kinda a weird feeling.” He tries to joke, and you can’t tall if he’s serious or not. But You nods, now understanding his situation. “Ans what made you…. Stay?” You ask. “I was disappointed at first, but now, I think it might’ve been the best. Cause hey, I got to see you.” He smiles, cheeks puffing and perfect lips curling until you start to smile too. “Yeah and meet me too.” You stand up a little and reach your hand over to him. “My names y/n”

after talking with him a little bit more, and him getting you another drink. In which you followed him with your eyes as he came and went. You feel comfortable enough to share more with him. “I sorta understand what you feel though.” You breathe, body feeling surprisingly relaxed when thought you just met the guy. But with the way he wrapped your attention to him and him only, you happily decided not to think of much else. “What? Your last relationship was a bust too?” “No, but, I understand how you feel with getting disappointed.” He looks you dead in the eyes, making heat creep up into your cheeks. “I hope you’re not disappointed now.” You smile, shaking your head with a firm no. “Far from it.” He muttered a “me too” under his breath, winded a little too much to get stronger words out. a bit later and you two are cleaning up the table from empty bottles. “…but yeah, kinda like what you said I keep wanting to do things. Experience things…. But random and very inconvenient road blocks keep popping up. Wrong place, wrong time. It’s starting to happen even with smaller things. It’s annoying honestly” you think back to not long ago today when your stupid shoes just had to have a problem when you were walking home. Yeonjun dusts off his hands and takes a deep breath. “Here’s my proposal: we both seem to have been at a standstill when it comes to these things. What if,… together, we seek out what happiness and all the things we’d both want in a relationship.” “What’s in it for me?” You ask. Thought barely even caring. You were already trying to make an excuse to spend more time with him. Seemed like an interesting guy who had some things to say you were actually interested in listening to.

he smiles again. Pulling up jazz hands next to his face. “Experience.” He jokes, beat later and he’s not serious “Also, we’d get to hang out.” You think for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. “So…. Like a date? Is that what you’re saying?” Getting to be close to someone like that, “it’s just…. a chance like his doesn’t happen all the time and I know this is a weird thing to ask but let’s get close, yeah?” you think for a moment. "get close" you've never heard it put like that. what the 'it' was you were even referring to you didn't know. but whatever he meant you didn't really care. cause here was something, right in front of your grasp, asking for you to come closer. no road blocks, noting keeping you further than you longed for. the both of you wanted someone to be close with. this was perfect, right?

that night you wonder what in the world you exactly meant by “experiences” or whatever else the fuck you told him. You knew what he was asking of you. You knew what you had agreed to barely any questions asked. And you don’t regret it, but a small part of you really wants to have talked about what exactly is on or off the table. But Yeonjune had just gotten out of a relationship. So did he really want to spend all his time with you doing vaguely couply or friendshipy things? Turns out he didn’t mind it in the least. In fact, the next day he calls you unexpectedly to go out to a cafe of your choosing. “We like the same drink. So I trust you with these things now.” You smile and though he can’t see you he hears it in your voice. “Wait why did you want us to go there?” “Well we’re going to because friends aren’t we? Both of us are seeking something without a road block and preferably a human companion and not an allergy. How else are we supposed to become close friends if we don’t spend any time together?” You say yes but, deep down you’re thinking about all the other terms for the two of you he could’ve used other than friends. Eh you figured this was where it was gonna go anyways. But it didn’t mean you didn’t want to spend time with him.

Yeonjun on the other hand was currently wallowing in self pity once you two got off the phone. He rocked back and forth with his knees to his chest. “Friends?” Really? Why did he have to be so blunt about it? People were starting to stare. God usually he wasn’t like this. Or… in a way maybe he kinda was. Beating and around the bush and shit.was that the right decision though? He’s just gotten out of a relationship and he aided in braking. Maybe being friends for a bit wouldn’t be so bad. The problem was, he didn’t know now if he could stay far enough away like friends do. Well and least the friends who actually are just that only.

You meet him at the place. Well, meet as in hes five minutes late. He stumbles in the place looking like he’s been awkward log enough to have hallucinations. But when he sees you the hardness on his face disappears. “I have something for you.” He says in a sing songy tone. Both his hands are in front of him. You look outside. “Where?” He looks genuinely offended as he pulls a small tube out his pocket. “A token of my appreciation for keeping me company.” Hopefully for a while longer, too. He thinks. You wait for him to open his palm to you.

“come and get it.”

you look around, thankfully he’s quiet enough so as to not draw all the attention towards the two of you. You grasp his tightly closed palm with two hands and start prying. Really? Did he really have to be so difficult? A moment later and you open the jaw like clamp that was his hands right before he could tease you about taking so long. “Glue?” “Yeah super glue” he puts infusus on the super part to make it seem better than it is. you made me do all of that? for glue? “Why are you—“ “it’s not even used! Still is the package!” “But it’s…. Glue.” He places it in your palm, closing your hand around it. “Glue that can be used to fix your shoe you wore yesterday.” He realized it was starting to need fixing? It was that obvious? He must see your wheels turning. “Get it now?” “Oh yeah, thanks.” Still surprised he even payed attention to that.

he walks you home that day and the both of you want to say more but you hold back, not wanting to go there just yet.

next time he calls you it isn’t just a five minute transaction of where the both of you wanted to go or if you were busy. He was originally just calling to see how you were doing but it turned into you saying you were hungry. Then him asking what you had in your fridge cause you needed to eat. Then you groaning “notiiiinnnnnggg” as your roles over onto your stomach on your bed. “Really?” He sounds worried through the other side of the phone. “Actually noting?” He was already grabbing his keys so he can run to the store to pick you up a basket full of whatever you wanted. “No, no. Not really. Just don’t have what I want.” Which then turned into an hour long debate of what brand and type of Raman was the best and lots of “how the fuck can you stand to eat that shit?” Laughing, and eventually the offer to go and get some right then and there. “It’s about dinner time anyways.” You reason, stepping over to where your clothes were.

"Itadakimasu!” He says as you take your first spoonful, not waiting to sit down.

and he's Looking way to cute for getting ramen. And later once you two sit down on a nearby park bench to enjoy the packaged goods, you tell him just that. “Aren’t you like, too cool for going to go get ramen from a convenience store?” “I like to dress well.” You stare blankly at him “my clothes or?” He asks. “Just you. Not just the nice clothes.” You’d be a hipacrate if you said it was weird to dress decently to be here. “I dunno, you just…. You have this- this was about you. How you conduct yourself, I mean, seems a little two high end for eating like this.” You didn’t know if you were on point or not, not knowing him for long would really do that to you. What he says next you’re not ready for, and really he doesn’t know if he is either. But he says it none the less. Wasting no time getting into his own head, a place he also wasn’t too ready to go into. “I’ll try to be more open with you, then.” He pulls at a stray string from his pants. Weirdly enough, he had accedentally matched you. And also weirdly enough you and all your “this is not a date” “this is not a date” jitters did not know what to do with that. You look up at him, body wanted to freeze but mind wanting noting more than to scoot closer to him in intrigue. “I know I’m—“ he started, placing the cardboard cup to his side and holding the ankle that was slung over his knee “I’m glad you think I’m cool and shit. But I need to understand that’s not everything to me. Sure,it’s a lot. Do you know how long it took me to pick out this outfit?” Yeonjun laughs. He looks at a loss for words.

“It’s not everything. Got it.” You nod, “and you’re not too cool for ramen.” He shakes his head with a smile. “I know we just met and what you said was probably a joke but, i never wanna come off as better than you. Or too good for something you’d like to do. Or anyone for that matter. Slap me if I do, please.” You realized something right then and there as each word came out of his mouth: he was telling th truth. And telling it to swine he hasn’t known for long. He wanted ti push himself out there. You realize that. But he also was careful not to only show one side. You felt honored.

you learn a lot of things about each other with your legs brushing against each there’s on wood bench that couldn’t be any less comfortable. But once you stoped focusing on it and starting on him. It was like you felt the clicks of mores code inside your head. Even though it was only you rocking back and forth in the squicky chair, it still felt like something bigger. You and him sitting here. Some sort of code telling you something. A subliminal message that bubbled under the surface. Words or a feeling cast into your mind without you realizing it. Something about all this telling you that his was right. He was right.

you learn that he likes fashion

That he’s the type to give his jacket to you when you’re cold. Cause he did. and no, you definitely didn't feel a jolt up your spine when he did that

you learned that oh yeah he’s definitely a fuckin flirt

that he doesn’t want to be viewed as some one dimension being. A robot, who only knows one thing and that’s how to save his face. He doesn’t want to be viewed as an airhead who should care about more things than he does. Cause it seems like he does care. Does think about a lot of things. And it sounds like he’s had the experiences to talk about it when he explains how He doesn’t wand people to look at him and only see him. Some guy and want to know all about him. He really wants people to try and get to know what makes up him on the inside too.

he learned a lot about you, too. listening intently whenever you spoke. like hat rain flavor you could eat until you died and what good smells and flavors you remember from childhood that whenever experienced again now, bring you back a hole flood of memories that feel like new

you learned, most importantly that you liked spending time with him a whole lot and he did too

“Ever feel like you want a moment to last forever?” He asks, looking deeper into your eyes than he has intended. Stupid back of his mind coming to the front. You look to both your sides as if there could be someone else he’s talking to. “Yeah that ramen in my mouth.” He scoots closer to you. Just want you wanted but couldn’t say. “Want me to take your picture?” You raise an eyebrow. "I mean, you do already have your camera out." he notes.

the next most memorable time you spend with him is at your place. you joke he looks like a wreck and he admits he hasn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days. he takes a look at himself in his phones camera. and then tries to smooth down his hair. "I really do look like it. I might have to stay here forever, I can't go back outside looking like this." and he actually looks desperate. you ponder for a moment, wondering what the hell you were going to do with him. "are you thinking about a way to help or how expensive it would be to keep me here?" he laughs. an idea pops into your head and you jump up to the bathroom. it wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, spending more time than he ever has with you. he's smiling jut thinking about it as you, unaware and running, come back to him with a razor and shaving cream. a blank look quickly shifts onto his face while you're sitting there across from him, most generic and lifeless smile on your face, blinking your eyes manically. he backs away like you're holding a weapon. (TECHNICALLY--)

"oh no, no no no no no-"

next thing he knows he's sitting on a chair with shaving cream on his face, trying not to shiver every time your hand comes closer. "Im telling you." you try to reason, "the only thing that's making you look like this is... this." you gesture to the lower part of his face. he humphs still. "as much as it'd be funny to see you in a handlebar mustache I think that's contributing to making you look like a zombie." "are you calling me pale?" he accuses, his neck shrinks back into him like a turtle. he doesn't know why he agreed to this. he does... though. he agreed cause you're you and he'd almost never say no. and as much as he'd like to lie to himself and cover it up, he wants you closer. physically, mentally, whatever you'd like. and maybe him saying he wants to do cute little friendshipy things together wasn't entirely true. he still wants to do these things, always has, but he wanted the both of you to view them as more than something small. he wanted them to go down in history in the both of your minds as the day you felt your hearts flutter and skip a beat and your mind spin in the best way possible.

"no, im calling you..." youre suddenly at a los for words on how to exactly describe him. "let me just do it." he grabs your arm to hold you back. and from then on the both of you are locked in the game he started. you try to force it out of his tight grasp but its no use. "let go!" you laugh, struggling, "you said youd let me do it!" you yell as he laughs. eventually he stops, letting go and letting you do your thing.

"does this even count as sorta friends seeking what we want from a relationship or friendship or whatever?" he turns around at your words, suddenly serious as you stop what you're doing to say that. "firstly, wow offended. sorta friends? I thought we were much more than that." you probably shouldn't hang on that sentence. but you do. more than sorta friends could just mean friends. all there could be to it. but since you have no idea, you choose to from now on think about it way too often and settle for the butterflies in your stomach. "also, were seeking happiness, right? we're smiling, aren't we?" he nods like: that sounds about right to me. you smile at him, his face going back to where you had him where you are facing his side.

"I think we make really good choices together." Yeonjun tells you, you’re heart nearly stomping at the sound of his voice, a smile creeping out your face as he nearly trips over a crack in the sidewalk as his words slur together. this was his idea, you remind yourself. "um nope. I didn't make the choice." but you did, he suggested it and you went with him without thinking twice. you reach down to fix your god forsaken shoes again and look to the left to see the same eatery you'd met him at. "I thought it'd be cute." he sulks, not wanted to stop talking there. but I ended up letting us get like this cause I was scared. I wanted us to have fun, he thinks, walk down "memory lane." take you to where we first met and where I think I started believing in forever. and he fears he's messing things up, again.

"oh." you say under your breath. and he just smiles as if he didn't just tell you a whole lot more than what you were expecting. but you just act like you didn't hear it. "Why'd you want to do something cute?" you ask him, your arms around each other shoulders feeling heaver now. "because you deserve it." and he wanted you to see him in a different light, not just the freind he though you only saw him as. but hey, now with the both of you half asleep and stumbling, a fresh new light is deffintitly what you're seeing of each other. just, not the one he had wanted. "aw, you deserve it to."

you both had agreed to "sober up" at your place before he went home. somehow that had turned into you laying down, head on his stomach and him drawing random shapes onto your collar bone. "sober up", meaning drink some coffee or anything to get your energy back up and try not to go to sleep just yet. He'd gotten entirely too tired entirely too fast and here he was paying for it. Not being able to talk to you as much as he had wanted. He felt kinda stupid, letting himself get that way just because he had no idea what to say. Or even if this was a good time.

Somehow that had turned into you laying in between his legs on your tummy and him staring entirely too long at your lips. his eyes half shut, he looks at the clock on his phone and stretches. "leaving already?" you sensed just what he was thinking. "I don't know if I should stay." it comes out more of a question than he had originally intended. maybe you were too willing, looking for someone like him, even. but this was how you just were: falling quickly, hard, and frequently. but when he touched you, it felt so real and grounding that you knew you weren't going to go anywhere. its only fair for him to match and stay here too, right?

"well," you inched closer, higher up on him, tiredness taking over and clouding your mind, "you should. at least a little longer." "a little as in five minutes or...." he's asking to tease now, really. he knows you wouldn't mind however long he's planning on staying. you roll your eyes at him. "god, what am I gonna do with you?" you laugh. you're about to look away, shift away, when Yeonjuns eyes catch yours, making you linger on his face for another minute. "whatever you'd like." the words come out of his lips almost too perfectly for you to focus anymore. suddenly this was getting real and the shock of it made you want to say something about it. or at least do something-- agree somehow? you weren't sure. "I mean, Im so tired. what are we--" his hand is on top of yours now. and this time the only thing your mind can think of is to lace your fingers with his. the scene was kinda funny; him looking at his hand like he was in awe while you stared at his jawline and realized it really can't go on like this. with the both of you longingly staring at the other and barely controlling yourselves. heart fluttering a little too much for staying just friends. but really, you reason, were you ever?

your elbows are both propped up on your mattress. he looks back at you, eyes shining more than before and you chuckle. "bro, are you blushing?" he looks at your interlocked hands and then back at your smiling features. as much as he'd like to linger on it and memorize this new smile you have, one he's never quite seen before, he also wants to make it even bigger. "Dude," he nearly whines, long and drawn out, "did you call me bro while we're holding hands?" and it worked, you're smile is a 3x bigger now. but what he didn't expect was to get the sudden urge to kiss you. at least not right now.

as his brain was short circuiting just thinking abut it, you're sitting up, hands still wound tightly together like someone had taken ribbon and tied it to the both of you. he comes up with you, your head finding its perfect place in the crook of his neck. and a second later, with him right above you like this... you're thinking of kissing him too. you also feel like going to sleep right here right now. your face unwashed and pjs not on. "we just gonna stay like this?" "I wouldn't mind. you?" he cranes his neck towards you. "someones gonna have to--" he leads you by the hand closer to him. if that was even possible. now you're more face to face. and when he leans back a little you follow. half sitting he brings a pointer finger to hook gently under your chin, sighlently asking if he could bring you closer. you nod and his lips are on yours in an instant.

now his free hand is traveling up and down your torso as he deepens the kiss. his lips are soft, plush, and warm and way too fucking comforting. your other hand is fidiling with the hair at the nape of his neck, forearm on his shoulder and wrist crooked as his arm circles your waist, brining you impossibly closer to him. it felt like the hole world was right in front of you. and his hand held the keys to you feeling extrdenary, to your heart opening and letting him in. you finally pull away, but only because of the need for air. if it was up to you you'd be staying in his arms, lips pressed together his pure bliss for all eternity. "...Turn off the lights." you finish. he starts to move away from you and your eyes widen. "that wasn't an invitation to leave." you say. and his hand stays laced with yours the whole time he gets up to turn off the lights. he strains and the tips of your fingers were the only thing that could stay together but it was still sweet.

he climbs in bed next to you again, resuming his previous position. and pulls out his phone to switch on a dull flashlight, putting it in a space where you two aren't blinded but can still see. you look at him like: why? "wanted to see you." he says simply. you start to wonder why but he's a step ahead of you, leaning in to show you why. the hand that was on your waist before is grasping the side of your face gently as the two of you lay further down. his eyes are closed but fuck, all he sees is you. all he feels is you. and all he's thinking about is you. no worries about what he's gonna say or how it'll come out. somehow, you've opened the flood gates of his emotions in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt before. he starts peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, then eventually when he's had his fill he moves back to your lips. And now with your lips in sync and closeness heating the both of you up to where all you needed and wanted in that moment was each other, everything that you two could think about was how right this feels.

the next morning and he's you wake up with limbs tangled together and him behind you, breathing tickling your neck. But once he wakes up and the worries are back, he shoots up, no longer feeling dangerous and free. His head is started to pound from thinking about this. about you, about the both of you and what happened last night. what was he going to do? he collects his phone from your extra charger you plugged into the wall for him at what had to have been early morning. when all he could think about was how you felt next to him and how he never wanted to leave.

"Where you going?"

he doest even want to turn around. he barely even recognizes what he's doing. he doesn't even want to.

Now you're actually starting to get worried. had the both of you moved too fast too soon? was letting yourselves go the night before even a good idea? you were starting to dought the both of your decisions. god, you don't know what you'd do if this actually affected him as much as it seems like it did. maybe you should've thought through answering him with a yes when he asked if he could stay. or at least put some difference between he two of you! and besides, what did this even mean? were you two just going to go back toeing friends who look at each other for too long and replay that night over and over in your heads? or did this mean he just needed a moment to collect himself? cause you knew what you wanted, alway have. but for some reason he seemed always in the dark about ti. like he was caught between two different lives.

but you hated the way he was on the fence. you wanted to shout at him to hurry up and pick one. it'd been a while since you've started this bizzar relationship anyways. so why was he making eyes at you, being this close, and now kissing you apparently, and then not saying what that means to him or how he wanted to proceed?

you're following him through your place now. "I was just starting to like this." you liked how firm it felt. how definite it all was. and you thought he felt that too. but now he's finally turning around before your door. and backtracking towards you. he steals one last surprisingly sweet kiss before he leaves and mumbles angainst your lips, "me too. im sorry... just, give me a bit of time?" you still don't fully understand, and maybe thats ok. but you do understand that you need to give him a minute. leave him be for a little until he comes to you. and you can respect at least that.

a day of thinking later and he's reaching for his phone. sticker you'd picked out together from one of your little outings still holding onto his phone case. they looked so cheep you were sure it'd fall off in a day or two. hm, he should probably update you, right? but more than that, he misses talking to you. or, at least sending a good morning and good night text on the both of your ends. he wants to sulk. he really does. but he knows that won't be doing either of you or the current state of your relationship any good.

but...

he doesn't know how to put it to you so should he just not? but its... you. and suddenly, for what felt like the first time in ages, he didn't want to mess around with these things and drag his feet and whatever else he's done in the past that feels like a lifetime ago ever since seeing your face. he's falling. and falling hard. he actually admits how deeply he is into you this time. you've gotten each other into the palm of the others inviting hand. he doesn't feel-- no, he can't, mess around this time. you've made him realize that these types of things are way to important. you're way to important to take so long with. You've captivated him. as he has you. Took each other into your arms and held with such a force that didn't suffocate nor shatter but instead, made you both feel comforted and warm

he picks up his phone to call you, smiling. yeah, he knew exactly what he ws going to say.

after calling you to see if you’re home to talk, and knowing word for word what he wants to tell you about what he feels, sparkling eyes show up at your door in record time and this time the exact shoes you were wearing the day you two had met behind his back to replace the broken pair.

~End~

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