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[hiraizyo]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈ pretend lovers.

pairing: megan skiendiel x f!masc!reader

synopsis: when megan needs to convince her ex she’s over them, lara persuades her to ask for your help. as the time passes on, innocent touches and stolen kisses lead to something much deeper lying beneath the surface, but neither of you are sure how much longer you’re able to keep up the facade.

tags: fake dating, fluff, angst, non idol!au, slight nsfw, eventual relationship, miscommunication, mutual pining, mature language

a/n: hey yall, i decided to do a masterlist of this au as it was getting a bit long. i needed to flesh out the story some more and get the pacing right 😓 i’ll probably edit and rework the first part but yh

pretend lovers - montel fish.

#1 girl, do you really wanna be my friend?

megan needs your help staging a relationship in order to prove she’s moved on from her ex. things get a little out of hand once it comes to public displays.

#2 close to my heart, i hold you dearly

as you and megan continue the fake relationship during a double date, it becomes harder to deny your feelings for one another.

#3 i was your willing accomplice, honey

following the end of your double date, megan treads further along the line of something more, but certain events force you to shove those feelings deep down, never to be seen again.

#4 someday, i’ll be falling without caution

megan doesn’t just like you—she’s fallen in love. the weeks pass by, passions grow deeper, and with both your hearts now open, the curtains begin to fall.

#5 but she makes me weak (end.)

the secret is out, and unspoken confessions weigh heavy on both you and megan. your final act of love? shatter the illusion. make megan yours the same way you’d always belonged to her.

[nakylvr]

— magnolia ✧ D.A

summary જ⁀➴ after two months of being engaged, there are more unexpected surprises that come in the form of two lines on a pregnancy test

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, dealer!dani au, f!reader, established relationship, pregnancy announcement

substance masterlist

based on this ask

to say you were panicking would be an understatement, because you were losing your shit, utterly and totally losing it. the past three days you woke up rushing to the bathroom to throw up, and you thought you were just sick. until you realized that you were late for your period. then, the panicking started.

you called megan on the fourth day while dani was out running errands, asking her to come over and make sure dani didn't know. she was confused, but she always listened. so within half an hour, she was sitting outside your bathroom.

when you told megan the reason you wanted her there, and showed the test in your hand, she understood why you were freaking out. it was understandable, it made sense.

she stood outside the bathroom while you did the test. both of you waiting anxiously for the results that would come. and when the results came, your heart dropped.

two lines. you were pregnant.

"meg?" you say loud enough for her to hear through the door, your voice cracking.

megan instantly opens the door, peeking her head through before slowly walking up to you. you don't say anything, instead just holding up the test towards her, and her eyes go wide.

"yn..." is all she can get out.

"what am i going to do?" your lip quivers as tears fill your eyes.

"everything's gonna be fine," megan says quickly. "you're gonna be fine. this is–this is a good thing, right?"

"i-i don't know," you answer honestly. "how am i supposed to tell her?"

"we'll figure it out." megan grabs your hand. "you don't have to tell her right now. just when you're ready."

you slowly nod, a few tears trickling down your cheeks. "i'm scared, megan." you whisper. "i'm so fucking scared."

"i know." megan crouches in front of you, wrapping her arms around you and hugging you. "everything is gonna work out, i swear."

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you were still hesitant on even telling daniela two days after you confirmed you were pregnant. you were terrified of her reaction and how she would go about it. there were hundreds of thoughts running through your head, and you didn't know what to do about it.

sitting on the couch with your hoodie on over your head, a blanket covering you, and multiple tissues around you, you were recovering from crying on the phone with megan. daniela was out on a deal, and you had maybe five more minutes before she would be back.

"it's gonna be fine, yn. seriously."

"i don't know, megan." you say quietly.

daniela unlocks the front door and takes a few steps inside, hearing you talking and assuming you were on the phone. she opens her mouth to say something, but freezes in her place at your next words.

"i mean, what if she doesn't want to keep it?"

daniela swears her heart drops to her stomach, but she tries to play it off. tossing her keys exaggeratedly on the counter and announcing her presence like she didn't hear you. "i'm back!"

you immediately hang up on megan when you hear daniela's voice, putting your phone down as she walks into the living room. she stops abruptly when she sees the state of you along with the tissues scattered around you, her eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

"are you okay?"

you meekly nod your head, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie that draped over your hands. daniela walks over and sits down beside you. she can tell you're lying, but she doesn't push it.

"so, what were you talking about me not wanting to keep?" she asks nonchalantly. "you didn't get a dog without asking me, did you?" she jokes.

you don't smile, you're not even looking at her when you quietly say the words. you can see her smile drop the second you say it.

"i'm pregnant."

there's a silence that fills the room. uncomfortable, awkward, the kind that hadn't happened in a while. you contemplate saying something else, play it off as a joke maybe. but daniela speaks first.

"are you serious?" she asks quietly.

you nod, feeling your throat close up. "i-i took a test a few days ago a-and it came out positive." you manage to get out. "i'm sorry for not telling you right away. i-i didn't know what to do."

daniela grabs one of your hands, bringing it up to her lips and pressing small kisses on your knuckles. "this is amazing, mi vida." she says softly. you finally look over at her, and your breath catches in your throat seeing the tears in her eyes. "this is amazing. i can't wait to start a family with you. i love you so much."

"really?" you let out, your voice barely above a whisper.

"of course," daniela says with a nod, grabbing your arm and pulling you onto her lap. she peers up at you with pure adoration and love in her eyes, and it makes tears fill your own. "i'm so happy. this is great. we're gonna have a family, and we're gonna be the best parents ever. i love you so much, so so much. and i'm going to be right here with you every step of the way. i promise." she presses a gentle kiss on your cheek that had a few tears trailing down.

a small smile grows on your face at her words, and you don't know why you were worrying in the first place. "i love you too. you're going to be great." you reply.

"you're gonna be even better." she smiles back at you. "i can't wait."

"yeah, me too." you smile, leaning in and kissing her.

[rosesnr0t]

can I request platonic yandere beast cookies x reader who has difficulty with hearing(if you don't want to do all of them you can do shadow milk or eternal sugar)

Yandere!Beast Cookies Headcanons (with a reader who has difficulty with hearing)

Shadow Milk Cookie:

• Shadow Milk initially teases you for your hearing difficulty. But over time, he becomes strangely fixated on the silence between you—finding it eerily intimate.

• He whispers secrets you can’t fully hear—on purpose. Then watches your expression intently, thrilled by the control of knowing something you don’t.

• Will magically create illusions to “translate” his messages—just for you—but they’re always abstract and confusing on purpose so that only he can explain them clearly.

• Anyone who tries to help you communicate better gets twisted into some “pest” in his eyes. He starts believing only he should speak for you.

• Despite his darkness, he genuinely tries to protect you from trouble. “The world lies through sound,” he murmurs, “Let me filter it for you.”

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Eternal Sugar Cookie:

• Eternal Sugar will use it to her advantage, finding ways to convince you to stay with her in the garden so she can help you. “Why strain to listen when you can just… rest?” She’d say. “No more effort, no more noise.”

•  Your every need is met in the garden, especially with your hearing, so she doesn’t understand why you’d want to go out and live life normally.

• Tries to coddle you into eternal sloth, treating your hearing difficulty as a sign you should “stay still and safe.”

• Uses gentle telepathic communication that feels like syrupy thoughts drifting into your mind—calming but subtly addicting.

• She’ll “get rid of” those who interrupt your “peace.” In her mind, anyone trying to stimulate or “wake you up” is hurting you.

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Mystic Flour Cookie:

• Mystic Flour speaks in soft, monotonous tones—almost as if she’s trying not to burden your ears. She respects your silence, but not your desire for agency.

• She projects the idea that your hearing loss makes you above the noise of the world. “You are spared from the chaos. That is beauty.”

• Constructs surreal, silent visions just for you—and they always speak in movement rather than sound.

• If you show signs of wanting more communication, she becomes cold: “Why speak at all? It changes nothing.”

• She neutralizes anyone who makes you feel overwhelmed or pushes you toward change. You’re safest with her.

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Burning Spice Cookie:

• At first, he struggles not to shout constantly. But when he learns about your hearing difficulty, he becomes hyper-focused on being understood by you—and only you.

• He creates vivid fire glyphs in the air to communicate with you—like explosions of light spelling his words. It’s dramatic but heartfelt.

• Anyone who patronizes you or talks over you? He burns them to ash. “They think you’re weak? LET THEM SAY THAT AGAIN.”

• He treats you like his silent partner-in-chaos. You’re the only one who “can entertain him” without words.

• Sometimes he screams just to test your reaction, then gets weirdly emotional when you don’t flinch. “You’re not afraid…?”

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Silent Salt Cookie

• He never speaks unless absolutely necessary—and he adores that you don’t expect him to. To him, you are the embodiment of peaceful stillness.

• Uses precise gestures, eye contact, and salt sigils to “speak” to you. He believes your hearing difficulty is a gift—proof that silence is sacred.

• Becomes deeply offended if anyone tries to “fix” or accommodate your hearing. He sees it as an insult to your identity.

• Guards you fiercely in silence, threatening anyone who disturbs your peace. To him, the world must be quiet to honor you.

• If you express discomfort, he mistakes it as a spiritual fracture—offering quiet rituals and sensory deprivation to “cleanse” you.

[heartsiebyul]

i hope I explain this right since im not the best at explaining stuff T_T

reader who crossdresses (or looks feminine) and has a deep voice and it’s like “no WAY did that voice come from that person”

any characters of your choice :3

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★ 

featuring — Ace : Ruggie : Floyd : Jamil : Epel : Idia : Lilia x crossdresser!mreader.

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Ace Trappola

Ace had just finished helping out for the Heartslabyul unbirthday party when he saw you chatting with Cater. You were wearing a frilly dress and your soft features framed by silky hair tied with a bow. Ace strutted up with a smirk, ready to tease Cater for hanging around with some new “cutie” until you turned to him and calmly asked, “You need something?” in a voice so deep it practically rumbled.

He physically recoiled. “HUH?!” he yelped, pointing at you dramatically. “No way that just came outta you! You sound like a whole grown man! Like—like Leona or something!” He looked between you and Cater like the universe had just betrayed him. “How is someone that pretty built like a movie actress but sounds like that?!” Still, he couldn’t hide the flush creeping up his ears. He was completely shook but kinda into it.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie spotted you helping out at Sam’s shop, casually arranging the products and goods. He figured you were just some cute underclassman with a girly fashion sense and a gentle vibe until you casually asked, “Do you need help?” in a voice so deep it made him do a double take.

He blinked. Then blinked again. “W-Woah, hold up! That voice… came from you?” Ruggie wheezed out a laugh, one hand clutching his stomach. “You’ve got me so confused right now, I swear!” He grinned, elbowing you playfully as he leaned in a little closer. “You’re like one of those fancy desserts, sweet on the outside, but packs a punch. Kinda dangerous, huh?”

Floyd Leech

Floyd approached you, curious about the “new girl” Jade had mentioned. His eyes lit up at the sight of your soft curls, flowy outfit, and glossy lips. “Heeeey~ You look fun to squeeze,” he drawled, already reaching out to tug on your ribbon. But the moment you responded with a low, rumbling, “Not if you wanna lose a finger” he froze mid-reach.

“…EH?” Floyd’s eyes widened, then his grin exploded across his face. “KYAAHAHA! That’s so funny!! That voice? From you? No waaay!” He started circling you like a shark and eyes gleaming “You’re a tricky lil’ shrimp! Now I really wanna squeeze ya, cuz what other surprises are ya hiding, hmm?”

Jamil Viper

You were seated quietly in the Scarabia lounge, legs crossed gracefully as you read a book, looking like a princess straight out of a fairy tale. When Jamil came by to deliver Kalim’s tea and asked if you were a guest, you glanced up and replied smoothly, “Just waiting for Kalim. He said I could read here.” That voice, deep like bass, made Jamil stop in his tracks.

His brows lifted slightly, lips parting in surprise. “…I wasn’t expecting that.” He set the tea down with a quiet chuckle, his eyes scanning you more carefully now. “The contrast is impressive.” There was a glint of intrigue in his gaze, he wasn’t rattled, but you definitely had his full attention now.

Epel Felmier

Epel was internally raging about Vil putting him through yet another “etiquette training” session when he spotted you walking across the courtyard. Flowing skirt, soft makeup, parasol, so refined. He was ready to huff about “another Vil clone” until you greeted him with a casual, “Yo. You look like you’re having a rough time” in a voice deeper than anyone he’d ever met.

Epel choked. “H-HUH?! W-Wait… you’re a guy? With a voice like that?!” His face flushed red, his brain short-circuiting somewhere between admiration and envy. “D-Dang… that’s so unfair!” He stomped his foot in frustration. “I try so hard to sound manly, and you’re just… built like that?! But you’re so c-cool!” Still, he kept sneaking glances at you, clearly flustered but also kind of in awe.

Idia Shroud

You wandered into the club room, unsure if this was the board game club. Your outfit was short dress, thigh-high socks, heels, and soft makeup. You looked like you just stepped out of an otome game. Idia, half-buried behind his tablet with his hoodie up, was mentally preparing to avoid all social interaction. Then you leaned down beside him and asked, “Is this the right room for the board game club?” your voice low and so deep it rumbled like a bass drop.

Idia’s soul left the server. His eyes snapped up, locking onto your dainty form as his brain lagged. ERROR. ERROR. NOPE.

“What?! H-How did that voice—that—come out of you?!” he squeaked, his face and hair flaring red like a critical hit alert. He shrunk into his chair, nervously fidgeting with his sleeve as he muttered, “This is some kind of NPC glitch. No, no, final boss in disguise. Yeah. That’s the only explanation.” Despite his panic, he couldn’t stop stealing glances, both terrified and totally captivated.

(He still didn’t answer your question and just kept muttering to himself.)

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia, of course, met you with nothing but polite charm. He spotted you in the courtyard garden, watering the plants in a lovely sundress and heels. With a teasing grin, he approached. “Well, hello there~ You must be new. Are you—” And then you turned around and said, “Sup.” deep and low.

Lilia blinked. Then cackled. “Ohhh, now that’s delightful!” he clapped, clearly amused. “Such a charming contrast!” He loved it, adored it, even. “If I were younger, I’d say you just made my heart skip a beat~ But alas, I’m ancient.” He winked dramatically. “I’ll be keeping my eye on you, little mystery.”

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This totally reminded me of my fave character, Tsubaki from Wind Breaker! He’s a guy who absolutely loves cute and pretty things, and I can’t stop imagining him while writing the story. Seriously, watch the anime, it’s so worth it!

[chosolar]

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈ when you hear my voice

siren!suguru geto x femresearcher!reader

suguru's not sure how he got here. stuck in a 10 ft pool of a dimly lit room, suguru spends all day long avoiding the researchers who only feed him rotting fish.

it's funny, he thinks, he could easily overtake the researchers. suguru could use his glamour, make the workers think he's just the janitor cleaning up the spills from the pool overflowing. he's a lot stronger too, he can just fight anyone who stands in the way between him and the sea.

but that's no fun.

so suguru wastes time swimming around the small pool he's forced to be in. his tail hits the walls constantly, his once glistening scales have started to lose their shimmer, so suguru thinks he should start planning his escape of this shoddy research facility.

until a new researcher that he's never seen takes over for the one he hates being with. he's been in the facility for probably 7 months, but you, he's pretty sure — no, he knows he's never seen you before. suguru watches as your colleagues demean you, treat you like you're lesser than them. day to day, suguru sees how you're often forced to do the work your coworkers don't wanna do.

it's not until they make you feed him that suguru finally finds the courage to speak to you. centuries of watching humans interact has led him to this moment.

standing at the edge of his pool, you have a pail of fish in your hand as you try to convince suguru to eat.

"c'mon please just eat one. they're going to make me work overtime again if you don't eat this time," you plead even though you're not sure if he can understand you. suguru sees the desperation in your eyes, and in all of his time of being alive, suguru's sure that you're the first human he's ever pitied.

"you don't have to do as they say." his voice is hoarse, he's never actually tried to speak any human language before so the words feel foreign on his tongue. suguru watches as your brows furrow and you glance around the room.

"am I- did you- man, these 12 hour shifts are really getting to me..." you mumble to yourself. suguru silently chuckles at your reaction.

he swims up to where you are, resting his forearms on the tiles of the edge of the pool. "Humans are impudent no matter the year."

you look at him as if he's a toy come to life. suguru sighs, "I'm talking to you."

he watches as you look around the room again, and he's starting to get frustrated that you're not replying to him.

"are you actually talking to me?" you ask as you point to yourself. suguru nods and the surprised expression on your face makes him snicker. "no one else is here but you and I."

"but the researchers said you're mute? their reports say that they haven't heard you speak ever since you got caught."

suguru rolls his eyes, "would you talk to the people who've kidnapped you?"

"no," you sigh, setting the pail down and moving closer him, "but you're a siren aren't you? don't siren sing songs?"

"oh please, as if they deserve to hear my songs." suguru scoffs.

you laugh at work for the first time since you started. you cross your legs and look at him, "so what makes me so deserving of your voice?"

he shrugs, "they treat you and I the same."

"so you're talking to me out of pity?"

"I'd prefer to say I'm talking to you out of empathy." suguru cheekily replies, his response earning another laugh from you again. his sight changes from you to the pungent bucket of fish you placed down, "and also that? it's disgusting."

your gaze follows where he pointed, "don't like fish?"

he gives you a look, as if to say 'seriously?'. you smile sheepishly, "just kidding."

"what do you like eating then?" you ask him, hoping he'll say something that you can give him.

"anything but decaying fish." suguru says, "something fresh."

"do you like fruits?"

suguru nods and you run off to your lunch bag in the corner of the room. you come back with a plastic container of assorted fruits, his curiosity piquing at the sight of what's in your hands.

suguru eats willingly for the first time ever since he got caught by the researchers.

the next two weeks, you started bringing different foods for him to try.

fruits? suguru loves them.

pastries? he thinks they're okay.

noodles? doesn't matter what they are, suguru's slurping down any type of noodles you bring.

suguru starts taking notice of how you're trying to make him more full but he never brings it up. he observes you as you do your daily reports of him, your eyes mainly on his tail.

"why're you looking at my tail like that?" he asks you one day after he'd finish eating. his question catches you off guard, you thought you were being subtle with it.

"oh um.. I heard that the scales of a siren's tail gleam when they're happy and healthy," you explain. suguru hums as he splashes his tail lightly on the surface of the water. "do you wanna see it up close?"

"can I?!" you beam with excitement but dialed it down when you realized how childish you sound, "sorry- I just, I really wanna see it if that's okay."

suguru chuckles before pushing himself up on the pool border so he can sit down on top of the tiles beside you. you're not sure what you expected, but he's so much bigger when he's next to you.

the very first thing you notice about his tail is the colour of it - it's black at first glance but when it shimmers, it reveals purple undertones. the scales sparkle when suguru shifts in his spot, and your stare never leaves suguru's scintillating tail.

you crouch beside him, leaning over to have a closer look at his tail. "do the colours mean anything?"

suguru shook his head, "not really, the markings on my body do."

your eyes move from his tail to his upper body, noticing the various asymmetrical lines that adorn all over his body. suguru licks his lips as your intense gaze on his body send shivers down his spine.

"you know, the health and happiness of a betta fish can be seen through its physical appearance..." you mutter mainly to yourself but suguru listens intently.

"their colours are more vibrant, their fins are flared and full, flowing with the water."

"yeah?" suguru coquettishly urges you to continue.

you nodded, eyes still on his tail as your fingers graze it lightly, "yeah, it's really easy to tell that a betta fish is unwell. I guess, where I'm getting at is that you're like a betta fish."

suguru holds his breath as your fingers starting moving up from his scales to the markings on his abdomen, your eyes trailing your fingertips on his skin. the water is cold, the tiles are too, so suguru's not sure why his skin feels like it's on fire when you touch him.

he knows you're still talking about betta fish but your words go in one ear and out the other. how are you messing with his head? you're just a random human woman, he's just your work, a living thing to probe and study. he knows all of this, yet suguru can't help but feel tense as your fingers continue upwards to his neck.

suguru's not sure if it's your proximity to him or your touch on his skin, but when your eyes meet his — he's suddenly aware of how close your face is to his. he can see that your eyes soften when he looks at you. suguru's doubtful of why you look at him that way but he doesn't really care.

his eyes dart from your lips back to your eyes. suguru's indifferent to the fact that he's making it obvious that he wants you. he knows that he wants you, and he knows that you know now too.

"are all sirens flirty like you?" you tease, your smile making his heart beat just a little faster than usual.

suguru smirks, "I don't know. I don't pay attention to anything else other than you."

maybe they are flirty, but suguru only likes flirting with you.

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a/n: not proofread heheehehhe I'm so sorry for not posting in so long!! I've been playing LADS and I am obsessed with sea god rafayel so had to write smtn about it

this was also so heavily inspired by shape of water <3 monsterfucker who????

[bogwaterparasite]

Character Building!! (Saja boys edition)

Characters: Saja Boys (except Jinu)

A/N: Am I milking the fact that my HC’s seemed to be doing well? Yes. I’m also taking advantage of the fact that these characters don’t really have a storyline or anything of their own to sorta create their own personalities to use when I write fanfiction! Sue me, I love them.

Just fyi. I’m currently working on requests! So don’t fret, I haven’t forgotten about you

Previous post!! - SAJA HC’s

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Baby saja (Eun-young)

✮⋆˙ I’ve decided the name based off of the meaning that can be given to it. Eun-young can translate to both graceful flower or silver petal. I think it’s kinda fitting considering his soft boy sort of aesthetic, yet it serves as a good contrast to the personality given to him.

✮⋆˙ I believe that he got recruited by Jinu due to his musical talent. He’s a rapper, and a very good one at that, but unlike jinu? It isn’t something he’s been practicing ever since he was a human

✮⋆˙ Matter of fact, I don’t believe he was ever human. Despite Jinu saying that Gwi-Ma controlled the demons by the guilt they possessed, there is a possibility for some demons to just be summoned or created with the sole purpose of getting souls/defeating the demon hunters.

✮⋆˙ Eun-young’s talent developed from curiosity. He had always had a fascination for technology and the way things worked in the human world given that Gwa-Mi’s realm seems to be nothing but a void, and all of their entertainment is given by none other than Gwa-Mi himself. During the beginnings of the creation of cellphones, he most definitely stole one in order to take it back. While this action is suspicious on itself, he can always use the pretext of wanting to be connected in order to deceive the humans and collect souls with more efficiency.

✮⋆˙ While indulging in human media, he found himself drawn towards music, but not ALL music, rap specifically. He’d do most of his practicing down in earth, using it as a way to get closer with certain humans (and singers which I assume have more powerful souls) and developing his skills while still accomplishing the task given to him by Gwa-Mi.

✮⋆˙ Despite his gravelly voice, he was never truly into the stereotypical rapper appearance. The soft boy look seemed to be what called to him more than anything else, comfortable and colorful outfits that contrast the traditional dark appearance he holds in his demon form. It creates a sort of trustworthy character for humans, specially women, which he takes advantage of to the fullest.

✮⋆˙ Given that he is a made demon, he is rather devoid of emotion. Hes not a hateful person, but just holds little interest for things that he hasn’t developed an interest for, which is why he’s so willing to do pretty much anything. Even then, he will always go back to what he’s used to, which is doing nothing while scrolling through media.

✮⋆˙ He lacks taste buds, so his preferences of food come from the texture and feeling that they create. Colder things tend to have a thicker consistency than he finds rather enjoyable, which eventually developed into a liking of squishy and chewy foods rather than crunchy.

✮⋆˙ Even though he’s rather devoid of emotion, his vast interactions with humans and the human world caused him to develop more of a consciousness than other demons. This is what allows for Gwa-Mi to filter the voices into his mind, which although rare, still bother him just as much as the rest of the demons.

Abs Saja (Ho-Seok)

✮⋆˙ I’m not quite sure what the full name stands for, however, the translation for Seok is put as stone or rock. I think this kinda makes sense since I see abs as being sort of a reliable person? Idk how that makes sense considering he’s a demon, but yk.

✮⋆˙ I’m not too sure if All demons have formed pacts with Gwa-Mi or just Jinu? I’m running with the idea that not all of them were human, or have had to make a pact with him in order to become demons, but in this case? Abs did.

✮⋆˙ Born during the Joeson dynasty, about 80% of the families participated in agricultural farming(including his own), making it an incredibly competitive market. Due to increasing tariffs and environmental struggles, his family wasn’t the most wealthy. Unable to hire more workers, they used their 4 children to help around the farm, their pay being the fact that they got to survive another day. Ho-Seok was the oldest and strongest, which meant that majority of the tasks were handed to him in order for the farm to stay afloat. Although this was somewhat unfair, he did get a portion of the profits (although not much) which kept him quiet for the most part.

✮⋆˙ As he grew up, he became unsatisfied by the life he was living. Due to old age, his father wasn’t able to work anymore, which now meant that all the responsibilities (whether it was about the farm or the family) fell on him. This caused him to grow resentful of his family, the inability to provide for him and their children, while also having to deal with 3 children all at once began to take a toll on him.

✮⋆˙ There was one thing that he looked forward to however, a girl he had been crushing on for quite sometime. She frequented the farm for supplies, and she always served as a balm for his worries (even though she wasn’t aware of it).

✮⋆˙ In the end, all of these problems and responsibilities were what led him to create a pact with Gwa-Mi, becoming a demon in order to finally be able to live comfortably. He left his family to fend for themselves, slowly elevating his status by working with other members and eventually ending up as a chef in the palace. Despite him not thinking that he had any guilt about what he’d done, the marks were slowly consuming him.

✮⋆˙ What drove him to be at Gwa-Mi’s control for eternity was a simple mistake, at least he says it was a mistake. With his newfound status, he was going to confess his love to his beloved.. however, he was soon to find out she was betrothed to another.

✮⋆˙ This enraged him, as for now, even if he had gained more than what he wished to accomplish, he had lost everything that once made him who he was. In an attempt to salvage whatever there was left, he tried to consume the soul of her beloved, only to end up consuming hers by accident.

✮⋆˙ This served as a catalyst for his full transformation to becoming a demon, all his guilt consuming him whole and casting him into the life of eternal suffering.

✮⋆˙ He was scouted out by Jinu due to him being one of the strongest demons, he had no musical experience beforehand, so training him was sorta… difficult, but in the end it worked.

Romance Saja (Min-Joon)

✮⋆˙ Much like the other names, Minjoon can have a LOT of interpretations. Min can mean; quick, clever or sharp, and sometimes it can also be gentle or affable depending on the hanja characters used. While Joon means talented, handsome, or outstanding, which in my opinion? Is very fitting to him.

✮⋆˙ Unlike Eunyoung or Hoseok, Minjoon was a human up until recently, but he didn’t make a pact with Gwa-Mi, but rather made a deal with Jinu in exchange for his soul.

✮⋆˙ When Minjoon was young, his father left him and his mother to peruse a “better life” with his affair partner, leaving them to fend for themselves. His mother tried to make this transition as easy as possible for Minjoon, taking more hours in order to keep their income coming and still provide extra cash for whatever he might want, yet, this left little to no time to spend with her son.

✮⋆˙ He didn’t really resent his mother for this, quite the opposite really. Seeing her so driven to provide comfort to their lives despite their losses made him want to do better, to someday be able to provide for her the same way she was providing for him. In his search for ways to get rich, he came across the idol world. It wasn’t just the money that attracted him to it, but rather the musical aspect of it. They all seemed to have so much fun, doing something they enjoyed while inspiring others to do the same, didn’t that sound like the dream?

✮⋆˙ What drew him in more than anything were the choreographies, there was something about the way they moved along with every beat, every move perfectly aligned with the lyrics, it just felt right, something he wanted to do.

✮⋆˙ It was during highschool that he started to act upon this, creating a social media account and beginning to train himself to dance and create his own style. Despite what influencers might make you think, gaining a following was quite hard, not getting many interactions often left him disillusioned, but it didn’t stop him. The more he practiced, the better he got, and slowly his confidence and following grew.

✮⋆˙ He usually kept his interest quiet from everyone at school, but once, while practicing in an empty classroom, he managed to find someone who shared a similar dream to him.

✮⋆˙ The two of them grew closer, and they slowly began working to get their dreams come true. Eunseong was a composer, and combining this with the dances Minjoon was able to create along those lyrics, they seemed like the perfect match. However, both of them lacked in the aspect of singing, something that set them back by a long shot in the world of idols and k-pop groups.

✮⋆˙ Even as they grew, and they were able to get a following from their creations, the dream of becoming big was still far from them. In an attempt to better their voices, they went to Dr. Ramune for his “amazing” tonics, but as we all know, it didn’t work. And that’s where Jinu came into play.

✮⋆˙ One unfortunate night, both met Jinu outside of a shop. He offered them what they desired the most, a group to succeed, the voices they so desired, all of their dreams granted, just for the price of their soul. Who would be able to pass up on that offer?

✮⋆˙ And that’s how things came to be. Now with a group, a fame so vast they got everything they wanted, what else was there for him to want? Well, it seemed that he had forgotten a tiny detail.. the mother which he had worked so hard for, who never heard from him again.

Mystery Saja (Eun-Seong)

✮⋆˙ once again with the names and the meanings, hopefully you aren’t getting too tired of them lmfao. Eunseong can be roughly translated to many great;abundant, flourishing. Eun meaning kindness, mercy, or silver. It can also refer to grace, favor, or gratitude. And Seong meaning success, accomplishment, or flourishing. It can also be interpreted as sincere, honest, or true. All of these names are just things I believe are fitting to their character.

✮⋆˙ Alike Minjoon, Eunseong was also a human up until recently, matter of fact, he knew Minjoon personally, as he was his only friend throughout school.

✮⋆˙ He was born into a wealthy family, a very detached one at that. Family dinners were usually spent silent, or talking about the successes/faults of their family or company. This type of family style caused him to grow rather quiet, he hated big crowds, as they were nothing other than means to gain status, so he didn’t really socialize much with others in school. Most of his thoughts and feelings were written down on notebooks, and those words slowly developed into poems, poems that eventually turned into lyrics.

✮⋆˙ As his love for music grew, so did his feeling of isolation. He knew he couldn’t talk about this with his family, as a career as an idol was seen as taboo. He had so many ways to earn a living and get rich, and he decided to do that? His father would never allow it. Not only that, but the kids at his school who said they wanted to follow such dreams were just.. idiots. None of them cared for anything other than singing already made songs, doing the same as every other group out there did, they wanted fame and money without working hard for it.

✮⋆˙ That was up until he met Minjoon. It was by accident really, he just heard a song coming out from one of the classrooms and he decided to snoop, only to find him dancing in there. From then on, their relationship grew.

✮⋆˙ Minjoon was unlike anyone he had met before, he didn’t mind his quiet nature, matter of fact, he sort of loved it. While Eunseong stayed quiet and wrote, he would yap his ear off, even offering some advice about the lyrics while beginning to create his own choreography to it. He was.. odd, but he didn’t mind, after all, when was the last time he had this much fun with someone else?

✮⋆˙ Eventually, as they grew up, he opened up about his wishes to become an idol to his family, and just as expected, they didn’t react well to the news. Considering they were well out of high school, his father kicked him out of their home, putting the ultimatum to not come back unless he rethinks his life choices.

✮⋆˙ This wasn’t much of a problem, as he had saved up enough of his allowance to get an apartment, and after telling Minjoon after the whole ordeal, they both worked together to rent a place of their own, beginning to work hard to accomplish their goals.

✮⋆˙ Despite all the effort they put into their videos, it seemed to not be amounting to anything. They had a few debuts, and a small following of fans, but no matter what they did, they weren’t accomplishing what they truly wanted. This made him slowly start to loose hope, seriously reconsidering his fathers offer, however, Minjoo wasn’t giving up so easily.

✮⋆˙ Tonics, some sort of witchcraft, doing crazy dares, whatever crazy idea his partner came up with, he would follow. Did he truly think they would work? No, but seeing him so determined to not let their dream die out made him share the sentiment. That was up until they found this.. guy?.

✮⋆˙ Jinu, a self proclaimed demon who told them he would make their dreams come true all in exchange of his soul. It seemed shady as hell, and he was highly against the idea of handing whoever the hell he was anything valuable of theirs, he was going to decline, tell this man to fuck off, yet, seeing the desperation in Minjoon’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to. In the end, they both agreed.

✮⋆˙ And that’s how things came to be. They succeeded in their dreams, gaining the title of idols, their hard work finally paying off, yet, in the process, they seemingly lost themselves.

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I had a lot of fun with these, AND ONCE AGAIN, these are all up for interpretation! The Saja boys have no canon names or personalities really, so I’m just making it up on vibes and whimsy. Besides, I will be using these if/when I write about them, so feel free to do so as well!! And if you do, please @ me or lmk because I would love to see what you guys create with them :>

Reblogs are appreciated!

[sanotymanjiro]

𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋆꙳❅‧ ‧❆ ₊⋆

𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

fluff, soft, set in whatever timeline the reader wants, high school izana, longing, orphanage, some swearing, yuzuha + senju + emma are not related to other tr character in this fic and are simply just y/n's friends

❄️ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

izana: wanna watch the first snow together?

the pinky promise you made that day was just that, a childish hope, a dream. izana left the orphanage not too long after and when the first snow did come, you watched it alone. now, five years later, christmas was approaching and so your new mum had sent you out on an errand as usual to buy some ingredients she was missing. you were a good daughter and she always told you that ever since she first adopted you, but as the adopted, you never really received the same kind of attention their biological daughter did and more was expected than you than it was from her.

buzz.

you sigh, already flinging your finger along the screen of your phone to check the message and as expected they were from your friends, yet again.

senju: y/n there's this guy that wants to meet you!

y/n: girls c’mon now. i told you im not interesteddddd

yuzuha: uh uh no thank u girl, no more of this ‘single every christmas’ streak of yours get a grip! you’re pretty af so find a man!

y/n: not funny. i don't need a man tho, senju can have him

emma: y/n!! he's top of his class, taekwondo star and a total hottie. you cant say no this time he even dyed his hair white, thats the type you like right?

your fingers hovered over the keyboard. they really did you dirty with that one. you had gotten drunk one time when you went out with them and ended up rambling on about your longing for izana despite it being 4 years already, you were still a mess. you couldn’t help it with the way that boy treated you, as if you were his soulmate. after tripping and cutting your knee the orphanage doctor had told you that it was no big deal and refused to give you a plaster but you had bawled your eyes out in the dorms later and izana was the only one who knew the real reason — you just wanted the hello kitty patterned plaster. to your shock and utter joy he had stolen it that same day and snuck into your dorm at night, gentle chubby fingers holding onto yours as he led you to sit on the edge of your bed, kneeling down on one knee and applying the plaster to your leg with care, before patting you on the head and giving you that toothy grin.

izana: don’t forget to wear your trousers tomorrow, we wouldn’t want the staff to find out, its our secret, ‘kay?

you remember the small nod you gave after kurokawa had absolutely stolen your heart that day and continued to do so afterward, sliding some extra strawberries into your plate at dessert, reserving your favourite toy away from the other kids if he got to the playground first, sending kakucho whenever he wouldn’t be able to be there to help you out and last but not least, the small matching pokemon keyrings he had bought for you on his outings with shinichiro. your heart shattered the day izana left, especially since he had made a promise, a promise to watch the first snow with you, but then left without a word. 

you lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket deciding to argue with your friends later, it was too cold to be texting anyway. slipping on your gloves you trudged the rest of the way to the supermarket. you let out a small sigh as the warmth of the shop envelopes you and spend half an hour or so shopping for the things your mum wanted, before walking back home.

you loved the park that you would walk through on the way home so taking it now was not unusual for you despite the freezing wind sabotaging your face, you had come here through worse weather honestly. plastic bag swinging between your two fingers as you strolled puffing out warm breaths colliding with the cold air producing clouds of white. you remember when izana and kakucho would prank you saying that they had smoked before and that how they can do it while you couldn't but after trying for hours on end they finally took pity on you and admitted to their lies. two gloved, warm hands had cupped your pink cheeks, shielding them from the biting cold and majestic lilac eyes peered into your own, filled with warmth and tinged with that slight crazed look izana always had, the look you loved.

at first it was just a gut feeling, then the feeling of a pair of eyes bouncing along with your figure, lilac eyes. the first snow. petals of frozen white fluttering toward the ground, coating every surface in their way, spiralling with the slight breeze hoarding them into different streams. at first all you could do was stare and izana did the same before finally rising from the mahogany bench, light footsteps closing the distance between you, then a soft, soothing voice, his voice invaded your ears triggering that warm bubbly feeling of nostalgia.

izana: i kept my promise, mahal

y/n: ...what does that even mean?

a soft chuckle escapes him before he can stop it then those same warm gloved hands which were once so small rest against your cheekbones once more.

izana: means you're freezing.

that gentle smile, slow but not quite lazy strokes of his eyelids and the lilac orbs illuminated by something much softer than either of you could place, hair as white as the snow itself, it all reminded you of your days at the orphanage and suddenly you were 10 years old again and rosy in the face over him, the ice king. tears bubbled along the rim of your eye and a strange longing tinged with something else flooded your chest.

y/n: you...better have a good excuse for being this late.

izana, after mock thinking for a moment: i do, but right now you're crying.

y/n: it's the wind. now what's the grand excuse?

izana's finger drifted toward the trail of salty water left behind on your cheek as if it was second nature, that gentle smile never wavering.

izana: i told you, i'd see you on the first snow.

y/n: five years later?

izana, ignoring your retort: do you know what it means?

y/n: what what means..?

izana: it means love, you watch the first snow with someone you love.

you hadn't realised it till now but ever since you locked eyes with him it feels as though you haven't been breathing at all, izana kurokawa had returned to steal your heart once more and this time, your breath too.

izana, voice soft as silk now, genuine, fingers tracing patterns into your jaw: sorry y/n, for being so late. i bought it now, the thing i needed, now that i have it we can watch the first snow together.

the bench was coated in snow but for some reason as izana guided you to sit, threading a small silver ring with a heart in the centre through your finger before intertwining his with your own and settling beside you, it didn't feel the least bit cold, not with izana's arms cocooning you in their warm embrace, not with his gaze fixated on your features, as if staring at you long enough will make up for five years apart but he could never know until he tried.

y/n: i remember now, what i used to call you back then.

izana: whats that?

y/n: ice king.

soft laughter rippled from his chest as he leaned his chin to rest on your head.

izana: you really were cute, mahal

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[lnhisgarden]

ㅤ͟ ͟ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ͟ ͟ ㅤ 懬 🪭̵̼͓̥͒̾͘།ື̤◞ ༽ Be Quiet and Drive Far Away.

[s4turns-st4rs]

your camera roll with dean winchester as your boyfriend !

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and i’m so impatient when you’re not mine i just wanna catch up on all the lost times

[brokenauburn]

I want you to cut me.. I want you to see my scars on my thighs look at my deepest ones and then cut bigger and deeper ones near them, I want you to reclaim me. I want you to scar me. Leave a permanent mark on me.

[name-less-666]

Ah…yes me, my dearling and their 50,000 credit origami bird plush of me

I have to do it (This is where it from) cr to me

[kacchans-cradle]

i finally did a couple binky edits !! (if anyone does use these, credit would be nice ( °ヮ° ))

[schadlichengel]

I feel sick without you, my love. Why don't we kill ourselves together so we don't ever have to be apart?

[bluemerakis]

might’ve just rebooted my negan smith slowburn enemies to lovers fic drafted since december 2023🙂‍↕️

n e ways who would like to be tagged in its release should it ever see the light of day??

this is actual footage of me eagerly awaiting feedback btw

[littleraesparkle]

░ꦼ🫀˙ॱ⋅.˳ The sky is burning

타들어 가는 회색 잿빛 세상 there's no way

차가운 눈빛

Burning me fiercely Melting your coldness

I can't let you go, 'cause the world's 'bout to break

▂▃▅▇█▓▒░-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈.☘︎ rae

[httpssturns]

⋆.˚ desperate ⋆.˚

☼ linked!chris x free!spirited!reader ☼

cw: mentions of alchohol, drunkeness, kind of toxic relationship self deprecation, hurt, blah blah blah wc: 1k au masterlist ○ main masterlist

“fuck.” Chris exclaims, raking his fingers through his hair roughly. He knew Dove was going to some sort of party, he picked up that much when he saw her leave with those wine red lips and skimpy dress. He figured that she was just going out with her girls, like girls do, he hoped that’s what she was doing anyway.

But he hasn't been able to get a hold of her for hours. All of his calls have been going to voicemail, none of his messages read.

At times like this, he wished she wasn't so fucking stuborn. If only she just shared her location, but he doesn't even bother to ask, knowing she’ll probably say something about it being “strange” of him and accusing him of not “trusting” her.

All he could do is pace back and forth nervously, praying for any sign that she was at least okay. It was often like this, Dove left him alone quite frequently—with absolutely know idea where she is—to go off and do whatever she wanted. She had never been the type to sit still, and if she wanted to do something, she would do it without hesitation.

The noise that cut him out of his racing thoughts was the buzz of his phone. Chris fumbled to grab it, borderline desperate just to reach the device, which caused it to slip out of his grasp. Just as he finally got a hold of his phone, it stopped ringing—a voicemail in place of her voice in real time.

Voicmails:

Dove 💕 6.21

Heyy Chrissy.. uhh I think I need you to pick me up..? I can't find my friends anymore and I don't think I have a ride..when I see you I'm gonna kiss you, ‘kay? Hurry please, I'm hungry. I'm at the bar close by.. near the apartments..? I don't know. That's what someone said. End of voicemail

Chris listens to the voicemail, his sighs only growing deeper. How long is she going to do this to herself—to him? He damn near had a panic attack just waiting to here from her once.

As much as Chris is upset at her right now, as much as he just wants to yell at her and tell her he's done, he still gets into the car and drives over to the bar. He knows that place all too well—he practically lives there when she disappears.

When he arrives he immediately spots her, sitting peacefully on the curb next to the bar. And as soon as he gets out of the car, she shoots up, running over to him.

“Chrissy!” Dove exclaims, a wide grin on her lips as she throws her arms around his neck. Her face is so close to his, and he can smell the intense amount of alcohol on her breath.

Chris only scoffs softly, obviously not in the mood for her drunken foolery. “jesus, Dove. How much have you had to drink?” he asks, his nose scrunching at the sour smell.

“uhh—” she starts, before counting up to six on her fingers.

“six? Dove, are you kidding me? No wonder you're acting like this, you're fucking wasted.” Chris scolds, grabbing her wrist and dragging her to the car.

As soon as he sees Dove's lips tremble, he lets out a deep sigh. He always manages to forget that she's an emotional drunk, and it doesn't help him stay calm when she always manages to piss him off.

“Dove, please don't cry...I'm sorry for being harsh, you know I'm just worried.” he says softly, cupping her cheek in his palm.

She sniffles softly, letting out a quiet “okay.” although it's obviously not.

Chris leans in and presses his lips to her forehead, giving her a soft kiss before resting his forehead against hers. It doesn't matter, even if she's the one stressing him out—which to be very honest, it mostly is nowadays—he can always find solace in her touch, her presence, and he hates it sometimes.

He ushers her into the car, trying to keep himself from rolling his eyes at every word she says. She eventually gets the hint, and chooses to be quiet, though it's a struggle.

They arrive at her apartment, and when Chris looks in her direction, she's asleep. He sighs, and crosses over to her side to open the door and lift her out of the car to her room.

“Chrissy.. are you mad at me?” Dove mumbles quietly, her words slurring as she speaks them.

“A bit, but we can talk about it in the morning, I'm not mad at you now.” Chris replies, gently removing her dress and sliding on one of her baggy t-shirts.

“i'm sorry Chris..” She says, her words cracking softly with regret as tears well in her eyes once more.

“I’m a horrible girlfriend.. I don't even know why you’re still with me. You could be with anyone..”

“Dove, I only want you—i think that's pretty obvious by now.” Chris mutters, a bitterness that's almost undetectable in his tone. Chris has always been drawn to girls he couldn't have, the aspect of it was so alluring—but right now, he just wished she would give herself to him instead of running away.

Dove opens her arms, clearly signaling she wants him to come over there. “Dove, I can't.. I have to go.” Chris defies, he can't stay with her—not right now. He can’t do it again, he can't let her get into his heart and then shatter it. Not another night.

“please chris—please don't leave me all alone..”

Those words, soft, a little broken, claw their way into his heart, and now all he can think about is staying with her once more.

“just this night, I don't need anything else.” Dove whispers, her eyes filled with that desperate need, the expression she's unknowingly used on him several times to get her way.

“just this night..” Chris repeats, and with that—he climbs into bed with her, scooping her in his arms like it doesn't break another piece of his already damaged heart.

She nuzzles into his touch, cups his face, and kisses him softly. All Chris can taste is the alcohol—the drunkeness. She doesn't want him, her senses are just impaired enough that she needs his help.

And as she falls asleep in his arms, just like all of the other nights he wished he could just leave, just get over her, he's can only think that he hates it—he hates how much space she takes up in his heart,

He hates how much he loves her.

୨♡୧ @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers ୨♡୧

☆soph's notes: HELLO!! I'm back..kind of. sorry I low-key disappeared, I lost motivation to write for a little bit 😭 I hope you enjoy this because it's kind of ass.

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