#the whole of blur could just be the black suits honestly

[thatonegirlonhere]

Descendants: Stray Kingdoms p7

OT8 Stray Kids x F!Reader

The time has come. The love interest is finally going to be revealed (which also means we are getting closer to the smut scene 😈). I hope you have enjoyed the story so far, this is the most I’ve ever worked on a story and I’m honestly really proud of myself.

Please enjoy this slow burn with eventual Panty soaking, thigh clenching smut. And as per usual: Eat a snack, drink some water, put a towel down, and get ready to read ;)

Content warning:kissing and angst

word count: ~1400

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The Auradon Reformation Gala was designed to be a symbol.

“Rebuilding trust,” they called it. “A celebration of second chances.”

In reality, it was a test. A stage. A political stunt.

The palace dressed it up in gold and lace, but the message was clear:

We’ll clap for the villains if they stay in line.

The boys knew it. You knew it.

But you still showed up—dressed like a dream, eyes bright, shoulders proud—because if they had to play the part… you were going to play it too.

And you didn’t just show up.

You floored them.

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Minho, in his deep black suit and too-tight jaw, looked up from fixing his cufflinks and went wide-eyed.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “We’re not the main characters tonight.”

Changbin forgot how to speak for a full twenty seconds.

Felix let out a squeak and ran into a wall.

But Hyunjin—

Hyunjin stared like he’d just seen god.

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You walked into the ballroom slowly, nerves fluttering, and caught his gaze across the crowd.

He was in crimson and black, hair pushed back, eyes like wildfire under crystal chandeliers. He looked carved out of glass and fury, but the second he saw you—

The fire cracked.

And then softened.

And then swallowed him whole.

He didn’t look away.

Not when you blushed.

Not when you stumbled a little in your shoes.

Not even when Fairy Godmother’s replacement made a speech, and the rest of the room applauded.

Because nothing—nothing—else existed.

Only you.

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Later, after too many stares and shallow compliments, you stepped out to the palace garden. Just to breathe.

The music inside muffled through the marble. Your heels clicked softly on the stone path. The moon poured silver across the roses.

And then—

“You’re not supposed to be out here alone.”

You turned. Hyunjin stood behind you, a little breathless, like he’d run to catch up.

“I needed air,” you said, quiet.

“I needed you.”

He didn’t mean to say that part out loud.

But he didn’t take it back, either.

You watched him carefully. “You okay?”

He shook his head. “Not even close.”

His voice cracked like old glass. “This night is a lie. A dress-up game. None of them actually believe we’ve changed. They just want to parade us around like dolls. But when I saw you walk in—” His jaw clenched. “You made it feel real. You made me feel real.”

You swallowed. “Hyunjin…”

He stepped closer.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, softer now, “but I still want you.”

The space between you pulsed.

He was so close. You could feel the heat off his skin.

His hands twitched like he wanted to touch you. But he didn’t.

“I’m scared I’ll ruin it,” he whispered. “You’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted that wasn’t born in fire.”

Your breath caught. “You wouldn’t ruin it.”

A heartbeat passed.

Two.

And then you stepped forward and laid your palm flat against his chest.

Right over his heart.

It was racing.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled.

“Then don’t run from it.”

And for the first time since he stepped foot in Auradon, Hyunjin leaned in.

And kissed you.

Soft. Careful. Like he didn’t believe it was real.

Then deeper.

Hungrier.

Until it was real.

Until the stars blurred and his hands finally found your waist, and the kiss broke with a gasp against your lips.

He rested his forehead against yours, trembling.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispered.

You smiled again. “Me too.”

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The garden had never been so quiet.

Even the fountains seemed to hush for you. The wind curled around your ankles. The world stood still.

You and Hyunjin hadn’t moved.

Foreheads still touching. His breath still tangled with yours. Your hands still pressed against his chest like you were trying to memorize the rhythm of his heart.

He hadn’t kissed anyone since the isle.

There, touch had been a weapon. A tactic. A leash. But with you…

God, with you, it felt like breathing again.

“Say something,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

You tilted your head, eyes soft. “You’re a really good kisser for someone who thinks he’s unlovable.”

That made him laugh—a real one, a little hoarse, like it cracked something open in his chest.

“I’m terrified of you,” he admitted.

You raised a brow. “Me?”

“You make me want to be better. Not because of guilt. Not because I’m trying to prove something. Just… because you exist. And you looked at me like I was worth something tonight.”

You didn’t reply. You just curled your fingers into the fabric of his jacket and pulled him back in—one more kiss, slow and sure this time, like you had all the time in the world.

But you didn’t.

Because his eyes weren’t brown anymore.

They glowed.

Not gold, not green—violet.

Like blacklight and stardust, luminous and ancient.

And spreading.

Your breath hitched. “Hyunjin…?”

He staggered back a step, hand clutching his chest.

A sharp crack sounded—the charm that was shattering from the inside out.

Then another.

And another.

He dropped to one knee.

“Hyunjin!”

You fell with him just as the charm burst into pieces — a charm you he warned you of in the garden weeks ago, that you had both somehow forgotten about. Forged long ago by the hand of someone who never wanted him to love.

It splintered in a thousand threads of dark light, and for a second… everything went silent.

No wind.

No breath.

Not even the trees dared to rustle.

And then—

It exploded.

Not fire. Not ice.

But pure, unfiltered magic.

It surged from his chest in violent waves, blasting the roses into ash and bending the marble underfoot. The air warped, crackled, buzzed with electricity as the charm shattered completely, and centuries of suppressed power screamed free.

You flung your arms around him instinctively, anchoring him, shielding him, even though your ears rang and your skin burned.

“Hyunjin! Look at me! Breathe!”

He gasped like he’d been underwater for hours. His eyes were wild, body shaking violently in your arms, streaks of black and violet magic racing down his veins like ink spilled in water.

“I c-can’t—” he choked. “I can’t hold it—”

“Yes, you can,” you whispered, hands cupping his cheeks. “You’re not alone anymore.”

Something in your voice cut through the chaos.

His wild gaze found yours.

And for a moment, the magic froze.

Then pulsed once. Twice.

And calmed.

The storm sank back into him like a beast soothed by a touch, slipping beneath his skin but never fully disappearing.

He collapsed forward, head buried in your neck, trembling with the force of what just happened.

You held him like he’d fall apart otherwise.

Neither of you spoke.

Eventually, he whispered, “She cursed me.”

“I know.”

“She said… if I ever loved someone—truly loved someone—it would destroy me.”

You swallowed thickly, threading your fingers through his hair.

“But it didn’t.”

He pulled back slowly, eyes still shimmering.

“No,” he whispered. “You broke it.”

His hands cupped your face, and this time, when he kissed you, there was no fear, no hesitation—just fire. The kind that didn’t burn, but belonged.

When you parted, he smiled—really smiled—for the first time since arriving in Auradon.

And the ground, still humming faintly beneath your feet, seemed to agree:

Something had changed.

Something had been freed.

And the world was never going to be the same.

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[mutinal]

chris and john are like damon and graham if you think about it

[kaxserlvr]

You had always been close with the itoshi brothers never thinking much of it until

“Y/n, would you ever marry Sae?”

You blinked, looking at your friend with a confused look“Huh?..where’s this coming from?”

“I mean come on you spend all your time with the Itoshi brothers you gotta like at least one of em” she teased. “And it’s gotta be Sae, honestly the full package, older ,cool and hot… . You’d make a cute couple surely you thought of a life with him”

“I—” you frowned, the thought never really crossing your mind before. “I never really thought about it…”

But now that your friend had put the idea in your head, it was there.

Your friend shrugged and left your desk to speak to some others, and as she left you stared down at your hands, your mind wandering into a hazy daydream.

“A future with sae!?”

You had never given him much thought like that I mean sure you thought he was good looking(but everyone thought that) he has always cared for you(maybe he just thought of you as a little sister?)

You started to think of what dating sae would be like but then the image of yourself in a beautiful white dress, standing in the middle of a grand ceremony hall, flowers decorating every inch of the space. The crowd filled with familiar faces—friends, family, people cheering for you

You were getting married to sae itoshi!!?

Your heart beating as you stood at the altar, your veil gently covering your face. You could see a tall figure in front of you, dressed in an elegant black suit, hands folded in front of him.

Sae.

Maybe you had been blind maybe the man for you was always going to be Sae. He was calm, collected, and always in control. You could imagine a life with him, —traveling the world, supporting his dream, being by his side as he became the best soccer player in the world

It was easy to picture.

The priest’s voice echoed in the background, words blurred by the excitement buzzing in your chest.

“…You may now kiss the bride.”

You could feel your heart pounding as your veil was slowly lifted. Your breath caught in your throat, and you smiled, ready to meet Sae’s gaze.

But when you looked up you weren’t met with a red head—

It wasn’t Sae….

It was Rin.

You nearly fell off your seat.

Your classmates turned to you in confusion as you suddenly covered your burning face, shaking your head as if that would erase the entire daydream from existence.

No, no, what was that?!

Why had it been Rin?! Where did he come from?!

Your mind raced, your heart pounding in your chest. You had imagined Sae the whole time, so why had it been Rin standing at the altar? Why had your heart flipped in your chest the moment you saw his face?

“Y/n” one of the girls nudged you, raising an eyebrow. “You okay? Your face is super red.”

“I—I’m fine!” You managed to squeak,looking away

They laughed, shrugging it off, moving on to a different conversation.

But you weren’t listening.

Your heart still hadn’t calmed down.

And suddenly a dark green hair came into focus

“Are you going to keep looking out the window or come to watch bros practice game”

You could barely look at him giving him a weak nod while quickly grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Leaving a confused Rin following behind

You couldn’t face him right now, maybe later..but now you had to collect your thoughts before you could think of talking to him

[makeyuomine]

studio styles // part 1

Summary: (Y/N), a newly hired Architectural Assistant at the renowned architecture firm Studio Styles, grapples with imposter syndrome as she navigates the pressures of her first major role in the field. Balancing ambition with uncertainty, she finds herself drawn to her supervisor—Harry, the firm's brilliant yet enigmatic Principal Architect. As professional boundaries blur under late-night deadlines and quiet moments, (Y/N) must confront the question of what she's really building: a career, a future… or something much more complicated.

architect!harry.

Author’s Note: Thank you all for taking the time to read my work! Pleaseeeee let me know your thoughts! Ideas for more are encouraged :)

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The office smelled faintly of concrete dust and expensive coffee—an oddly comforting blend for (Y/N), who still couldn't believe she worked here.

Only one month in, and the sensation of imposter syndrome clung to her like glue. But each time she caught her reflection in the sleek glass doors of the downtown firm, dressed in black slacks and a structured blazer, she reminded herself: You earned this.

Freshly 25, (Y/N) was the firm’s newest Architectural Assistant, freshly graduated with a Master's and still blinking in the unfamiliar rhythm of a life no longer defined by GPA calculators or studio reviews. Her mind often wandered to one question: Who am I now that I’m not a student?

Work, it seemed, was determined to fill that identity vacuum. She welcomed it. Chased it. Whether it was a zoning analysis for a low-rise mixed-use project or drafting elevation concepts for a civic plaza in the City, she raised her hand for everything. Her ambition didn’t just burn—it blazed.

But no amount of ambition had prepared her for Harry Styles.

The moment she had stepped into the interview room a month ago, she had felt it. The unmistakable shift in the air. The strong current between them.

Harry—Principal Architect, her direct supervisor, and the owner of the very firm she now worked at, Studio Styles—was, in a word, unfair. Thirty-seven, tall, and effortlessly magnetic, he carried the kind of refined charisma that seemed to say: Yes, I know I look good in this tailored navy suit, but I promise I won’t make it your problem.

The man who interviewed her, hired her, and now walked past her desk with rolled-up sleeves and the kind of quiet intensity that made architectural specs seem like poetry. Honestly, how was anyone supposed to stay focused?

Everyone in the office respected him, admired him—even joked about him being the "greenest of flags." But (Y/N) saw something else too: a softness in his voice when he explained design theory, the weight he carried in his brow when he thought no one was looking, the restraint in his gaze when their eyes met.

She wondered if he felt it too. That pull.

Harry had kept things strictly professional, of course. She could tell he worked hard to focus only on the technical, the mentorship. But sometimes—when they hovered side by side over CAD drawings or walked together during site visits—she could swear his fingers brushed hers just a moment too long.

Still, she had goals. Real ones. The promotion to Architect I was not guaranteed. It was the next step, the first real test in proving she could belong in this rarefied world. It would be a long year of learning, proving, and adapting.

Romance? That was the plot of her old daydreams, back in undergrad when her biggest worry was a group project going sideways.

Now? Now she had deadlines. Career reviews. A whole identity to build from scratch.

And yet, as she watched Harry gesture thoughtfully at a floorplan from across the room, smiling that small, half-lidded smile that always made her stomach twist—(Y/N) couldn’t help but think:

If I’m building a life from the ground up… is it so wrong that he might be a part of it? Or is this what happens when you spend years chasing degrees and suddenly find yourself in the real world—down bad for your boss like some HR training video gone rogue?

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The hum of the office had quieted, reduced to the occasional tap of a keyboard and the distant whirl of the plotter spitting out floorplans. Most of the team had already cleared out for the evening, but (Y/N) was still at her desk, editing renderings with the intensity of someone who feared the smallest oversight could unravel everything.

She didn’t hear him approach—just the soft sound of leather soles stopping beside her.

"Got a minute?" Harry asked gently, holding a thick project folder in one hand.

She glanced up, blinking. "Yeah, of course."

He gestured toward the small glass-walled conference room at the corner of the floor. Her heart gave the faintest stutter.

What did he want to discuss? Had someone filed a complaint? Was she being fired?

Inside the conference room, he set the folder on the table between them. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, forearms flexing as he opened the file.

She did her best to hide the nerves tightening her chest, but it was written all over her face.

"Well, don't look so worried," Harry smiled at her reassuringly.

She let out a soft laugh. "I'm sorry, I tend to overthink."

"Don't worry. I actually wanted to discuss a new project with you," he looked at her.

(Y/N)'s brows lifted, curiosity sparking in her expression. A new project? That hadn’t come up in the staff meeting earlier.

"This is the new Rivera Cultural Center downtown," he said, eyes scanning the drawings. "It’s a multi-phase project, community-driven, green-certified. City's backing it heavily, and it's going to be high-profile."

She nodded slowly, her eyes following the path of his finger as it traced the plans. She couldn’t help but notice his hands—steady, capable, and undeniably masculine.

"I want you to take the lead on schematic design," Harry said, looking up at her. "Concept, massing, program alignment, early elevations. You’ll collaborate with me directly."

The words snapped her out of every lingering daydream. (Y/N)'s heart thudded loudly enough; she was sure he could hear it. "Wait—me?"

He smiled faintly. "Yes. You."

She opened her mouth. Closed it again. She wanted to say yes. God, she always wanted to take on a big project. But this one felt… massive.

"I’ve never led something like this before," she said quietly, brows furrowing. "I—I don’t want to mess it up. Or let you down."

"You won’t," he said. "Because I’ll be there. Every step of the way. And I wouldn’t hand you this unless I was sure you were ready for it."

There it was. No patronizing. No sugarcoating. Just belief. Pure and steady.

She lifted her eyes to meet his. And something passed between them then—something unspoken, heavy with possibility. Like the silence before the first line is drawn.

She wondered if he felt it too, that current, that magnetic shift. From the way his gaze held hers, unwavering and sincere, she knew the answer.

But neither of them said it. Not yet.

Instead, she nodded once.

"Okay," she whispered. "I'll do it."

He smiled. And this time, it reached all the way to his eyes.

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The office was quieter than usual this evening, the glow of the city skyline filtering in through the windows as the last of the staff trickled out. (Y/N) had stayed behind, focused on the schematics for the Rivera Cultural Center. She'd already gone over the designs three times, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

She was staring at the plans when Harry approached her desk, a soft thud of his shoes on the polished wood floor. She glanced up, startled but grateful for the distraction.

"Everything going okay?" Harry asked, his voice warm but low.

She smiled, pushing the frustration aside. "Yeah. Just trying to figure out the massing for the main lobby. I feel like I’m overthinking it."

"You are," he teased lightly, sitting down in the chair across from her. But his eyes softened as he continued, "But that’s good. Means you're invested."

She shifted in her seat, pulling up a few of the elevation designs. "I just don’t want to miss anything. I want it to be perfect."

"You’re on the right track," Harry said, leaning forward slightly, his gaze locked on the plans. He was close enough now that she could see the faint creases in his shirt, the way the lines of his suit jacket stretched over his shoulders. His presence was comforting, grounding her. "We’re getting there. I can help you with this—walk you through the next step."

She hesitated, glancing up at him, meeting his eyes. He seemed genuinely invested in her progress. There was no condescension, no rush. Just the quiet assurance that she was more than capable.

"You’ve been really supportive," she admitted, almost shyly. "I didn’t expect it to be like this. I thought you'd… I don’t know, be more hands-off."

"Do you want me to be hands-off?" he quickly asked.

She looked up, their eyes immediately connecting.

There was a slight pause. "N-No," she stuttered.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as his gaze lingered on her face. They both turned their attention back to the plans, but there was something different in the air now, something thicker between them that made the space feel smaller, more intimate.

Harry stood, moving to the whiteboard beside her desk to sketch a few notes. She could feel the subtle shift in energy as he reached over her, their shoulders brushing for just a second. It wasn't intentional, but the warmth of his body, the nearness, sent a jolt through her.

When he stepped back, their eyes met again. She was sure he felt it too—the quiet tension hanging in the air, the pull that neither of them acknowledged aloud.

"It's getting late… you should probably head out," (Y/N) said, glancing toward the window where the sky had already begun to fade into evening hues.

"Yeah, I'll get going soon. Just want to make sure you're alright," he said.

The sincerity in his voice truly touched (Y/N).

"I don't know what I'd do without you on this," she admitted.

He stepped closer, gaze on her.

Harry’s expression darkened. His hand came up, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered.

"You won't ever have to find out," he murmured.

That did it.

Her breath hitched just before he leaned in, and then his mouth was on hers—firm, searching, not hesitant at all. She responded instantly, her hand sliding into his shirt collar, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, the weight of everything they hadn't said crashing into that one desperate moment.

His hand found her waist, and with a quiet groan he walked her back until she bumped into the edge of the desk. The plans crinkled beneath her as he lifted her—strong hands guiding her to lie back over the very designs they’d been pouring over just minutes earlier.

The moment was charged, a collision of ambition, desire, and months of restraint finally breaking loose.

He hovered over her, breathing hard. "Tell me to stop."

She didn't.

Instead, she reached up and kissed him again.

The kiss was breathless and all-consuming. Harry's hands framed her hips, her fingers curled into his shirt. Every thought, every rule, every hesitation had vanished the second their lips met. The sound of paper rustling beneath them—plans and sketches now forgotten—only fueled the urgency.

And then—ding!

The elevator doors slid open with a mechanical chime, slicing through the moment like a blade.

They froze.

A beat later, the telltale squeak of rubber wheels echoed down the hall, followed by the soft clatter of cleaning supplies and the faint shuffle of footsteps. The janitor had arrived for the night shift.

Harry pulled back, breathing heavily. (Y/N) sat up fast, heart hammering, cheeks flushed as she frantically smoothed down her blouse and skirt. He ran a hand through his hair, adjusting the collar of his shirt, then leaned casually against the edge of the desk like they'd been talking about floor plans—not making out on top of them.

A faint tune drifted into the studio—some upbeat song the janitor was whistling along to, completely oblivious, earbuds tucked firmly into his ears. He didn't even glance their way as he pushed the trash bin through the hallway, humming to himself and wheeling toward the break room.

(Y/N) let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

"That was close," she whispered, glancing sideways at Harry.

He looked at her, and despite the attempt at nonchalance, there was a spark in his eyes—mischief, disbelief, desire. His lips curved into a crooked smile, a silent what just happened? passing between them.

She couldn't help the grin that tugged at her own mouth, biting the inside of her cheek to suppress it. Their gazes lingered, playful and loaded.

Neither of them said a word, but the silence said everything.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

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[daydreamgoddess14]

Celebration ficlet request #1 (lol)

Nick Fowler

Mafia or CEO AU

Love at first sight

Collision

Nick Fowler, my beloved 🫠🫠 I love him, Susie. I love him so much!

Nick Fowler CEO AU x Reader

Read it on AO3

Warnings: language, fender bender, surviving love at first sight with Nick - surely that would absolutely need a warning. I couldn't do it.

Word Count: 644

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You didn't see it.

It was a genuine mistake - you’d always sucked at parallel parking. You pulled forward, lined yourself up, and reversed.

You were watching the car in front, trying to work around how it was parked half over the line. So you forgot about the one behind.

Annoying, because it wasn't exactly a small car.

The black SUV loomed over your little KIA.

“Fuck. Shitting fucking shit,” you hissed, pulling forward and straightening up.

In the rear-view, the other driver was already out, arms crossed, glaring.

You jumped out, didn’t even check for damage, and went straight to the SUV.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry,” you rushed out. “I didn’t see it—”

“It’s huge.”

“Yeah. Yep. I see that now.”

You fumbled in your bag for a pen, a scrap of paper, anything.

“My boss is gonna flip, lady -”

Your hands were shaking. Tears welled, your vision blurred. You could hear him ranting as you dug deeper into your bag.

“- Oh, great, and now she’s crying? Seriously?”

The doors to the grocery store slid open.

“I’m not fucking crying,” you snapped.

“Hey.” A new voice. Much calmer, cooler. “What’s going on?”

You looked up. The taller man had appeared without a sound - suit, sunglasses, a jaw that could cut glass. The driver immediately stepped back.

“Boss,” he said, too quickly.

Of course. Of course he was the boss.

And now you had really screwed up.

The taller man stepped closer. His eyes raked over you both - you front and centre - thrown under the bus by Mr SUV to save his own skin.

Mr SUV was flustered. “She clipped the bumper, boss, I was just -”

He raised a hand. Just a small gesture. The kind that made everything stop.

Then he turned to you.

And looked.

Not at you, not past you - into you.

It took your breath away.

Not because he was stupidly good-looking (which he was - of course he was), or because his suit probably cost more than your car.

It was the way he blinked once, slowly. Like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

His voice, when he spoke again, was quieter than you expected. “I’m Nick. Are you ok?”

You nodded. “I’m so, so sorry. I have my details -”

He tilted his head. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine,” you lied.

He didn’t move. “He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

You swallowed.

And then he smiled. Just a little. “Don’t worry about the car. Really.”

Behind him, the driver sputtered. “But sir -”

Nick didn’t look away from you. “It’s fine.”

It was not fine. But maybe you were. Because suddenly, your chest wasn’t so tight anymore.

You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze and busied yourself again in trying to find a pen.

He reached into the inside pocket of his suit and passed you his. When you looked up again, he’d taken off the sunglasses.

“Sir, we’re gonna be late for your next meeting.” His driver said gruffly.

“Cancel it. Cancel the whole afternoon. This is more important.”

You. He meant you.

“Oh, no - I’m not, it’s fine -” you started, but your voice wobbled.

He smiled unexpectedly. His eyes - the most beautiful shade of blue you’d ever seen - crinkled at the corners.

"I’ve been looking for an excuse to ditch that meeting,” he said conspiratorially. “Now I have one.”

“Right. The car.” You winced. “Shit, I really am so sorry -”

“Forget the car. I have.” His eyes didn’t leave yours. “I’m just glad I came out when I did. Otherwise I’d have missed you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I think I’ve been waiting to.”

Your breath caught, waiting for him to laugh it off, but he didn’t.

He didn’t backtrack, just held your gaze, openly and honestly like he’d meant every word.

And somehow, you believed him.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Glimpse of the life you had together before || Doom Slayer x reader

Same continuity as this fic btw that you should read first, I had fun with creative freedom since this is pre Doom (1993) and the aspect of his life and how different I could make his character be pre trauma and who the people in his life could've been like really fascinates me.

(Gender neutral reader)

"Corporal Taggart." Your voice practically oozes with the new shiny title, title as shiny as the medal hung around his neck that shined like a spotlight against his formal suited, non-combative, black uniform. The amount of pure glee and excitement on your face as you have your arms around one of his, you beaming so proudly at him, he can't help but to turn and from with a rush of red in his cheeks.

"It's not - not that big of a deal."

"Johnathan Flynn Taggart you take that back this instant!" Of course his mother had to return at that exact moment, brown hair that matched his own wrapped in an obnoxious - yet fitting for her - beehive and jade earrings that bobbled and swished from her ears as she made her way over having finally returned from gossiping with mothers and such of his fellow squad members like a bunch of old hens, missing camera she set off to go find finally in tow.

"She's right, like come on they had a whole ceremony just to promote you, gave you a medal of honor and everything. I think that might be a big deal." Yeah, but-

"There is such a thing as too much humbleness, Sweetheart." His mother snides, but she means well - you both mean well. It's just...

Honestly the whole thing still doesn't feel real. He's dreamed about it, ever since he was a kid, but the past two hours have been a blur. His Commander giving the speech, him walking on stage, the crowd of military personnel, his squad mates, his friends, his family all cheering so loud for him as by the Commander he was given the position and awarded the medal for his brave and heroic acts on field to get him here... it's all so dream-like and he's scared of waking up. The position wasn't even that huge, placing him directly under his CO and lead over his squad but never not even five years ago would he imagine being here, medal of heroics placed around on his neck yet the only place he could directly look was to you in the front row of the audience the moment it was given to him.

And having you there made it mean even more the while. Seeing that look of pride and admiration on your face... it was perfect. He's fought so hard get here, dealt with many hardships, saved many people, he's proud of getting here, he's even prouder to continue on. And he's the happiest of all having you with him at his side.

He looks at you and you look back up at him with a soft smile in the midst of his mother excitedly declaring it time for a picture as she holds her camera up at you two. He's always been rather insecure about his smiles, looking too wide and goofy with too much teeth and such but right now? Furthest from his mind. He might be embarrassed of the photo later that Mom will undoubtedly share to everyone she possibly could know online, but he couldn't be bothered to give a damn now as he smiles with you in that picture, forever capturing this exact moment.

The after party lasts from the afternoon until later in the evening, there was a big fancy dinner where he did get stuck in repeated (admittedly boring) professional laded conversions with some higher ranked officials and officers who congratulated him. Casual drinks with his squad mates were more fun, even if he didn't really partake as alcohol has never really done a thing to him. He talked to family - even the ones he hadn't seen in literal decades and have only last saw him as a child. And with high persuasion on your part, danced with you, big lumbering mass too cautious about potentially accidentally stepping on your feet to where his eyes are glued to the floor until you lift his chin back up. One look into your eyes eases him where his body begins moving on it's own, he doesn't step on your toes even a single time.

It was nice. But he did feel a little better being back at his parents' by the end.

The two of you were currently staying over, had been in preparation for tonight's event for about a week now given your current temporary residence given his current-at-the-time station was half way across the state and you two will probably still stay here for the next couple weeks as well given his awarded time off to spend quality time with his parents, since he doesn't get to be able as much as he should or wants and honestly given his new position will probably even worsen, but he tries not to dread on that yet at the moment.

He's in the kitchen, long stripped out of that suffocating suit and in something more casual, medal folded neat on the table next to where he has set his backpack - militarant backpack he likes to take around with him, just in case. He has intent to look through it as he usually does to reassess everything that was in it was there and accounted for in a bit but currently he is sat at the table scribbling down some work related business, they might've thrown him a fancy ceremony and all but he since has to fill out necessary forms and shit and he'd rather get it all out the way now and enjoy paid leave, even back in school he was never about slacking homework, which this is what this basically is.

You walk into the room at that time, also out of that fancy party get-up and in something comfortable. You have you cellphone in hand as you walk over to him and pep at kiss to his forehead.

"Registration papers?"

"Mhm."

"Already?"

"Mhm."

You shrug. "Good to get it out of the way, I guess."

"Mhm."

He continues jotting personal information while you slowly wrap your arms around his shoulders and out of curiosity looks at what he puts down, not that he minds as all this stuff you already know.

"You forgot the R in your mother's name."

"Shit-" He's quick to add it, hopefully it doesn't now make her name sloppy and messy to read, he slightly groans to himself. You softly laugh, music to his ears. But you let go of his shoulders, clearly not wanting to disrupt this task of importance potentially any further.

"My charger finally croaked, you mind if I use your spare?" You however ask that he nods along to.

"Yeah, I don't mind, go on ahead." He makes a mental note to buy you another one while he's out tomorrow for his dad's medication. A smile spreads on your face as you peck another kiss on him before you turn to retrieve the spare charger that was one of the supplies within the backpack.

And like a streak of lighting struck him, it hit him.

Lighting caught wildfire of pure panic that sparks through him suddenly as his body leaps out of his seat and over to cover the bag, back turned and leaning over it to prevent it from your attempted possession - how the HELL could he have forgotten?!

Embarrassment and shame steams from him in more ways than one as you now look at him strangely, widened eyes in surprise at first that then drop to more of an assessing one, suspiciously with one brow raised. He shakes it off with a dumb but nervous chuckle, turning around and making sure the inside of the backpack was out of your line of sight as he swallows and retrieves the phone charger before handing it over to you.

You still look at him with that same suspicion as that awkward big toothy grin he gets spreads across his face, which seems to work as whatever you'd thought you let go, taking the cable from his hand and pressing yet another quick kiss to his forehead.

"Thanks," You mutter before trudging your way back to the living room to join his mother during her soap opera time - in the doorway you give him one last genuinely confused look over your shoulder before leaving.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four...

"..."

With bag in hand he quickly - but quietly - makes a break for the hallway to shut himself up in his childhood room.

He sighs with relief as he sees the box. It's a small box, emerald green and unmistakably identifiable. He's gentle with it, treats it delicate in his large hands as he slowly opens the small lid to reveal the life changing item inside. Every part of him is sweaty, heart loud in his ears and adrenaline still pumps through him both from the pure aspect of it and nearly getting caught. He feels so stupid, mindlessly forgetting where it was and so easily for you to find but he literally had no other place to hide it and due to the ceremony and party couldn't have it on his person - where you could still easily found it or, knowing him and his luck, it falling randomly out of his pocket and potentially loosing it and after the near fortune it cost for him and his parents to put their funds in to get it...

But everything was okay. Everything was fine. Everything would be perfect.

There was only one issue: he didn't know exactly how to ask you.

He thought of plenty of ideas but they would fall apart in one way or another, either too cliche, or too cheesy. Mark, one of his Squad buddies whose he's known since bootcamp and who will probably be his best man - if you even say yes in the first place which is a whole other fear in itself - anyway he suggested calling in a favor from one of the Air Force pilots and doing one of those whole cheeky sky writing style proposals but he ultimately shot that down calling out the marine's drunken state at the time and joked saying how he's risking not having said pilot going off script and writing something crass and/or stupid but in all actuality he wants something small, simple, private. He doesn't need elaborate showboating to prove his love, devotion, and commitment to you. Mark proceeded to call him a hardass but the affirming slaps on the back spoke clear enough the respect he had for him and his decision.

He looks at the ring, so small held out in between his fingers, light from the setting sun from the window hit the gem so beautifully. His whole world spun and his gut churned just looking at it. How-

The sudden knock at the door nearly makes him leap out of his skin, the wood opens before he can properly hide his hands in fear of the identity of his surprise visitor being you, but thankfully relief quickly washes back over him as the man peeking through the doorway gives him a securing wave.

"Howdy, howdy, Corporal." His father greets as he steps in and shuts the door behind him. Obviously not failing to notice the ring but doesn't immediately comment on it.

"Your mom's wondering where you snuck off to. I told her you hadn't gotten a lick of privacy all your big day but... you know how Martha is." He silently nods in response. It's quiet but he can hear the carpet creak and from the corner of his eye Dad sits in the old chair in front of small desk where his younger self use to do his homework on the other corner of the room.

"You know when I proposed to your mother-"

"You've told me this story at least a hundred times."

"Well it's a bit relevant at the moment, isn't it?" There's a hefty pause. "I was scared out of my mind for months. So many what ifs went through my head. What if she realizes she's too good for me? What if mess up the moment? What if she didn't like the ring? What if she realized that one doctor from the other side of town is still very single and very rich and would treat her so much better than some nerdy guy who works at a convenient store ever could? What if she said no? It terrified me so much she noticed and called me out on it. And you know what she said?"

He did know and he didn't have to answer as he's beat to the punch; "Jimmy Blazkowicz for such an intelligent man you can be so damn dense sometimes! She threw a drink in my face. And after I had to dried off was the moment I looked back at her, wide smile on her lips and tears in her eyes, they had a sparkle in them that I knew she knew and she had been waiting for me to have asked a very long time. And I dropped down on one knee in that greasy local diner right then and there. Rest is history. And now you're here."

He reflects on the story looking at the ring in his palm under half lidded eyes. "It's not that I'm scared to," Which was only slightly not the exact truth. "-I already asked their parents, it's just... I don't know how I'm going to go through with it."

Wood creaks as the older man stands up, slowly marching over to place a secure palm on his shoulder, and for the first time of that talk does Flynn look him in the eyes. "It'll come to you. So naturally when you don't linger your mind on it and use your heart instead."

He has to look down at his father to even meet him in the eye thanks to his height that his father has to reach high up to touch his shoulder but he does with such ease and groundedness that he makes sure to keep there until the sentiment is settled through. Use heart instead. It'll pick the right moment.

"Thanks, Dad."

It was about three weeks later, Mark had called and invited you two out for a cookout of all things. Nothing too big, just the Squadron chilling out and celebrating before first big week of: "-the big Corporal position getting to Fly's head." Obviously Mark's teasing words that Flynn just half amusingly rolls his eyes at. But anyway it'd be nice, last bit of downtime for undoubtedly quite a while, again he's not really for these types of gatherings but it being with the men and brother-in-arms he's grown to trust with his life this last decade... he's looking forward to it, plus having you at his side makes it all the more special.

Or - well. It would've been if not for his truck ceased to function currently on the side of the road.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." He spits through his teeth as he fiddles more with under the hood.

He loves this shitty old pick-up truck, Dad gave it to him on his seventeen birthday and it belonged to his grandfather before that. But it definitely wasn't the most healthy in the world, even with how hard he takes care of it, he couldn't possibly bare getting rid of it. He listens to the brief gasping zaps of the engine trying its best to come back to life each time on his signal you try the ignition from the inside but his heart dips with each failure.

It's been nearly two hours and he knows the suggestion on your tongue that you're withholding just for his mercy. His brows narrow tight together.

"Again."

Not even a grumble from the engine.

"Dammit." He growls, taking a step back at holding onto his face clearly fustrated that you finally decide to speak up.

"Maybe it'd help if you took a small break? Come sit down." You suggest from your place in the passenger's side. There's a passing moment before he huffs, letting go of his head and slowly takes his place inside the vehicle.

You still look over to him, clear that you were being careful with your next words.

"We should call your mom, she-"

"No." She'd assume the worse and he doesn't want that stress on her.

"Your dad?"

"He's never been able to keep anything from her."

"Then we-"

"We call someone then they're going have to bring in a team - and that's not mentioning repairs and we can't afford all that so it's best if... I can figure out a way to fix it." And he knows one repairman who takes one look at this green chunk of dying metal they'd immediately suggest to toss it, buy something new, modern. He doesn't want that. This is his dad's, his dad isn't going to be around forever but he is damn well willing to fight to have this as a part of him as long as he can.

"Can we at least call Mark?"

"He'd be the first one to let it go, he's been on my ass about it for years."

You look at him, you look at him in a way he can't shake off. He sighs, flicking his eyes up to look out the windshield at the long stretch of road with no passing car or signs of civilian life in sight - just beautiful nature. It's quiet. Long quiet. He stares out the window until you reach over to tangle your fingers with his forgotten ones, registering them he deepens his grip, securely holding your hand.

"We won't give up on it," You tell him which retreats his staring back from the horizon back onto you. You gently smile. He smiles right back right before, with all the delicacy in the world, takes his other hand to clasp at your chin to guide you into the kiss he dips down to meet with you.

After the two of you pull away he stares at you for another lingering moment. Small box is heavy inside of his jacket pocket, he wanted to finally ask before he had to go back to his duties but... this couldn't possibly be the moment, could it? You looked at him, your head now tilt, noticed something was wrong.

"Flynn?" Hearing his own name shakes it more, he swallows.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah," You reach over to play with the cloth of his shirt in your fingers. "-I love you too. A lot."

He shifts a bit in his seat. "Well, I was-"

RUM-DUMM-GUGHNN.

The engine suddenly roars back to life, nearly giving him a heart attack in the process as with widened eyes he darts down to see where he accidentally bumped the key... but the truck ran, and continuously ran, no failchoking sputters or anything that plauged the last few hours. He still looks at it shocked while you on the other hand beam with pure excitement.

"See? We didn't give up on it and it pulled through for us!" Yeah, almost like a miracle - a poorly timed miracle but... he's glad, for a while there deep down he was preparing himself to let the old truck go, but it seems to have a bit of life left to it. Thankfully.

"Flynn," Again you saying his name is always heaven to his ears but this time you call him as if you reminding him. He looks at you genuinely confused for just a moment before it hits him what he was doing before being interrupted by the vehicle's revival. Awkward - awkwardness flows through him - he had... things planned out of what he was going to say but you just staring up at him draws his mind blank.

"Uh-" Something! Anything! Save this!

He swallows yet can't help but feel his throat dry, his heartbeat loud in his ears at this point, then he looks back at you and slowly, second by second, things click back into place as he genuinely laughs at himself. He was nervous but he didn't have to be, all he had to do was let go. He can get stuck in all these stressful hypotheticals but he won't know unless he asks - all he has to do is ask. Let his heart talk instead of his anxious brain.

The only downside is he doesn't exactly remember he had said during the moment, just the gentle tug from out of his pocket and how wide your eyes got, how speechless your part lips were that nearly terrified him until suddenly they are back pressed against his. He does remember the long kiss filled ride to Mark's place, three hours late but near instantly how quick everyone was to notice the bright gleam on your finger and the drunkened practically roared out congratulations the two of you received from his squad mates. Celebration that lasted long through the night that for the rest of his life he'll never forget.

Oh and when you told his parents the next morning, his mother broke down into absolute tears of joy - then followed by a slight scolding on why he hadn't done so earlier - and his father had looked at him so proud and ecstatic for him, pulling the both of you two into a hug. He was so nervous when he had ask your parents for their blessing at first and it was absolute soul reliving when he had gotten it that he watches as you excitedly tell them with all of the love in his heart, he promises to them to treat you nothing less of giving you the entire world if you asked, every single day.

He still has to work, so he can't marry you as soon he would've liked - the engagement lasts two years before proper plans can officially be made, plans you bet his mother was over the moon to help you plan - and his father trying to refrain her from going a tiny bit overboard sometimes in the background. And here be was now, the night before.

The two of you are in bed together - there might be some kind of rule about future spouses not seeing each other for a certain time frame before the wedding but neither of you can help it. You've drifted off long before him and you sleep this night as your last night with the gemmed ring that's to be replaced with a band tomorrow, a band he's had a sneak peak of; gold and pretty, enscribed with both of your initials, will look really nice on you - he's sure of that as he holds your hand as you sleep. He then turns to look at his own hand.

He's never been one for rings, the closet he guesses is the set of iron knuckles he wears on one hand under his combat gloves while on the field but that's a weapon, so that doesn't really count at all does it? He supposed now he'll be also wearing his own band out on the field now too, probably also under his glove, on the opposite hand of the knuckles. It gave him a strange feeling. When he fought ever since he got with you he's done so harder to make sure he can always get back to your side, now going forward a wedding ring would be more cemented remainder of that goal. He was going to be your husband. He refuses to ever make you a widow. He would always get back home to you.

No matter what happens, he promises.

...

His teeth nearly bleed he bites down them so hard, gritted and bared, over and over his fist bashes the imps skull into the ground again and again until its but sloshed bloody chunks splatters, nothing attached to its neck at this point and body long lifeless. Hisses and screeches of gathered hoardes wrathful mourning for their fallen brethren that he couldn't give less of a damn about as he sends the headless corpse back soaring back into the hollering crowd of them and turns to shoot it into further tiny bloody pieces mid air, stray buckshots killing a few in the gathering.

He stands slow, tall, shotgun cocks once more as the echo of awaiting death. The demons lunge at him but it doesn't change the outcome of bloody visceral they become in a matter of seconds.

More. More. He had to kill more.

There's one left, only singled out by sick twisted miracle of being blasted in half - the upper part convulses and spasms with a desperate desire to live and get away but it can't literally move, it tries even harder as he makes his way over to cover the several feet difference in slow deliberate steps. It growls, hisses, snarls, and snaps at him in stedgrounds to appear threatening even it there was nothing it could do; lower torso blown off and arms cracked and bent beyond use. He stares down at it through the screen of his helmet's visor - without doubt it could see the husk look in his eyes.

He clutches his gun close but he does not take aim down the doubled barrel to the imp, instead he flips it around where the blunt butt points at it.

SLACK.

His body was shaking when he had crossed the threshold of your shared apartment.

SLACK.

He was already processing Daisy, memento of her twisted foot now in his back pocket, he couldn't-

SLACK.

No. You're smart. You had gotten away. Yeah, besides your neighbors from what he's gotten to know them they were kind, resourceful, they must've helped you escape and-

SLACK.

Red splattered the walls.

SLACK.

It reeked.

SLACK.

The carpet was wet. It trailed off through the living room towards the hallway, kitchen where the backdoor that provide only true means of escape was located only a couple feet away.

SLACK.

No.

SLACK.

So many pieces.

SLACK. SLACK. SLACK. SLACK.

The sight will never leave him. So many pieces there was nothing capable to even properly bury - and in the pile of it all, in the pile of bloody cruelty laid your wedding ring.

THUD.

BLAM.

His hearing rings as the shotgun went off by his ear from the butt violently hitting rocky dirt. Bloody crater left in his wake where the imp's chest use to be, the demon long leaving this life, probably with the first bash. Blood drips from the shotgun. His back straightens to stand tall once again.

The ringing stops.

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Chapter 2 – The First Yes

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You woke up to a string of messages. It was odd for your colleagues to bombard the chatroom with messages popping every millisecond, unless it was a national emergency news or fake news about Ronaldo and Messi retiring. You quickly did a crosscheck via Naver, whether indeed there was a national crisis that you were unaware of. Thankfully, the world still seemed to be normal.

You stared at your phone screen for longer than you liked. Gala, charity, celebrity. What?

KJ: So are you going? MY: Yah, she'll be dumb to miss such a big event. SH: Honestly, I am going for the food, also Director Won might be there might as well get on his good side ^^ MY: Disgusting, you're disgustingly greedy for the promotion Seung-ho. SH: It is what it is.

It wasn't that you didn't like fancy balls, or getting all dolled up like a bridgerton character. It was the unfamiliarity and uncertainty of the place, the world you were slowly becoming a part of, creeping inside you that scared you. The corporate industry came with the pros and cons, but it was too soon for you. Too soon, too paced for you liking. You hated fast paced stuffs.

Y/N: I'm in. I hope I don't knock over any chaebol's suit with wine like the last time. SH: Oh we love a self aware king. Y/N: I'll kill you Seung-ho. MY: Count me in when you do so.

The gala was a blur of sequins and crystal glasses. The richness dripping with every step you took inside the venue. The place was none other than Royal Heights, housing South Korea's most exquisite banquet hall ever. The celling was probably 5 storied alone, with chandeliers and velvety curtains adorning the whole place.

It was both funny and unrealistic. You’d barely been in this job six months, and already you were being handed champagne in art museums and asked to mingle with Korea’s wealthiest, most famous. You wore the best thing you owned—a navy silk dress with modest lines and trembling nerves beneath. No amount of dressing up could hide the imposter syndrome that was slowly consuming you from within.

Amidst everything, you didn’t expect to see him. He is always so busy and recognized by everyone in the industry as an infamous workaholic. You were new to the job, but not to the industry.

But of course he was there.

Ju Ji-hoon.

In a tailored midnight suit, no tie. Hair swept back with a sharp contrast created by a low fade, wrist heavy with an elegant black-faced watch. He looked like the room bent around his silence.

Your eyes met across the crowd.

You looked away first.

Because what could you possibly say to a man like him, in a place like this, after what he whispered last time?

“You haven’t decided yet whether you want to be controlled.”

You weren’t even sure what he meant. But you’d thought about it every single night.

You were sipping mineral water and trying to stay near your team when your heel snapped.

Of course.

This is so embarrassing. I love being God's favourite.

You limped your way to a quiet hallway just beyond the exhibit entrance, taking refuge near a glass display of minimalist sculptures, praying no one would see you crouched with your shoe in hand.

That’s when you heard the voices.

Two men.

You weren’t trying to eavesdrop—swear to God—but their words drifted through the corridor like a slow trickle of smoke.

“…she got intimidated too soon, you know?” The voice seemed familiar, older but definitely someone you heard on screen before

A pause.

“You pushed her too far, hyung.”

Then a quieter reply. Too recognizable for your liking. Deep. Even. Laced with calmness.

“She needed to feel the edge. Her eyes asked for real submission. She just didn’t know what it meant.”

Your fingers clenched around your heel.

That voice.

Ji-hoon.

You waited until the voices faded, your heart pounding in your throat. You didn’t understand everything they’d said. But you understood enough.

Submission. Control.

It was exciting.

You stood shakily and made your way toward the balcony for air. The Seoul skyline was a shimmer of glass and gold behind the railing, but all you could feel was the way your skin burned beneath your dress.

You didn’t know he’d followed.

“You shouldn’t wander alone in heels that flimsy,” he said softly behind you.

You stiffened. You felt the heat rushing your cheeks, making your already bright blush appear ever darker.

Is he mocking me?

He stood just behind your right shoulder, his presence like a low flame.

“I’m fine, Sir.” You said, not turning. You fiddled with the broken heel, desperately trying to hide it behind the table beside you.

“No, you’re not.” His voice was calm. Almost amused. “You heard us.”

You turned then, slowly. At this point, you didn't care whether he is judging you for walking around with a broken heel in hand. Another wave of embarrassment took over you while you tried to defend your actions, which might have looked like you have been prying over someone's privacy.

“I didn’t mean to,” you said. “I—just needed air.”

He nodded once. “You were curious.”

Your face flushed. “No, I wasn’t—”

“You’re lying.”

He stepped closer. Not enough to touch. But enough that your breath caught.

“You think you hide your reactions,” he said gently. “You don’t.”

You looked at him—really looked.

Calm, but watching you with razor precision. Eyes dark and patient. His fingers were resting on the edge of the railing, but he wasn’t relaxed. He was… waiting.

Testing.

Like a clock that was just about to strike midnight, to drop off all the facade.

“What were you talking about?” you asked.

“You already know.”

You licked your lips. “Not really.”

Ji-hoon tilted his head, his eyes briefly glancing at you, perhaps even lingering at the thing that you did. Or maybe, again, you were overthinking. “Do you know what a submissive is?”

You froze.

He let the question sit in the air like a coiled silk rope.

“I’ve read things,” you said softly. “A lot of things, actually. But I’ve never—”

“Tried?”

You nodded. You felt like a deer caught in headlights.

He watched you for a moment. Suddenly the air was hot, and maybe he also felt the same because he seemed to fidget with this buttoned up collar, undoing the top to slightly loosen its grip across his neck. You only then took a properly at how good, insanely good he looked. His tan complexion glistening under the warm lights of the corridor, eyes sparkling with curiosity, maybe slight hints of mischievousness. Then:

“May I ask you a question?”

“…Yes.”

“Have you ever fantasized about being told what to do?”

Your body went very still.

Your throat was dry, but you whispered, and you don't even know why you did that, “Yes.”

What. What did I just say. Holy Fuck.

He exhaled slowly, knowingly. Not like a man aroused—but like one who’d expected your answer.

Then he looked at you, and for the first time, his voice changed.

Softer. Slower. Like velvet dragged across bare skin.

“I don’t play games with people who are unsure. Or reckless. Or impulsive.” His gaze dropped to your lips. “You’re none of those things. That’s why you interest me.”

You didn’t speak.

He leaned in, just barely.

“No touching,” he murmured, “unless you ask for it.”

Your pulse stuttered.

“And if you ever ask me,” he said, eyes now inches from yours, “you’ll mean it.”

Your breath came shallow. “Mean what?”

He smiled, slow and devastating.

“That you want to belong to me.”

[k-a-s-e-y-1-4]

Lloyd gets kidnapped again but what happens next is up to you?:

Warnings: Talk of someone being used as an object, sexualization of a minor

Lloyd was running again. Well Lloyd’s been on the run his entire life but that’s a different story. Right now he was running from two hooded figures who tried to attack him and he would have knocked them out and handed them over to the police, however they both pulled guns so Lloyd just started running. 

He didn’t get a good look at either of their faces as they were completely covered up by masks and he’s kicking himself for it now. Whatever it’s fine right now he had to worry about out running these two wannabe kidnappers. 

A gunshot rings in his ears and he ducks and keeps running. Shit they’re getting closer they’re fast. Most the time when people try and hurt him he can either put them in their place or out run them but these two were certainly an exception. 

He hopes Kai and Jay won’t be too loud for running off. Kai and Jay went into the Grocery store to grab somethings for dinner tonight because Zane was cooking tonight and Zane needed special ingredients for this meal. Lloyd wanted to go get the latest comic for his collection and then he meet up with them outside when they were done. This time he finished his shopping before them so he was sitting on the bench outside when they both came up and attempted to jump him. Hence the attempt Lloyd could have totally kicked their asses had they not pulled out a gun, where’d they even get guns? 

Lloyd begun to slow down as he couldn’t hear them coming after him anymore. Good, he was getting tired although he wouldn’t admit it. Sure he’d have to take a different, longer route home today but it was better than running all the way. 

He felt something cold and hard on the back of his head and a deep voice that said, “Don’t move a muscle or I’ll shoot.” 

Lloyd moved his hands up and looked up to find the second dude standing in front of him and glaring down at him. Damnit Lloyd thought he out ran them apparently they out smarted him. 

“Josh c’mon we don’t have all day, I want my money.” The dude infront of him stated.

So this dude’s name was Josh, good to know and they were getting paid so someone else had to be the cause of this. 

“Alright, alright calm down, damn I thought I was going to have to shoot him.” 

He felt the surface leave the back of his head and then heard wind rushing and suddenly he was out, as his vision blurred to black and lost consciousness quickly. 

                                    -

Lloyd struggled in the chains, trying not to make too much noise as he had no idea who was on the other side of the door. He tried to open the lock with a Bobby pin he had turned into a make shift lock pick. Don’t ask him where he got the lock pick. 

He had woken up chained to a chair in a dark room with its only light coming from a small lamp that hung above the table in front of him. He couldn’t remember anything else than he was running from people but he can’t remember who. Honestly this whole place reminded him of an interrogation room but based on the aching pain from the back of his head he doubts these are his buddies from law enforcement’s doing. 

How many times had he been kidnapped now? Had to be somewhere near 20 now at least. Lloyd hears the familiar click from the cuffs behind him and he can slowly feel the energy rush from his powers coming back. He slips his hands out of the vengestone cuffs. 

Before he can decide what to do next he hears footsteps nearing and manages to make it look like he’s still in the chains before the door opens. Not that he couldn’t take the person at the door it’s just most villains go on a rant about what they’re going to do and Lloyd wants at least a little bit of an idea of what he got himself into. 

The door opens to reveal a man in his late forties - early fifties, in a tight black suit. He shuts the door behind him as he walks in. 

“Welcome back to the living green ninja, how was your nap?” He stands on the other side of the table staring at Lloyd with a smug smile.

Lloyd didn’t recognize this man nor could he think of single way he could have affected him. “It was nice, now if you would I would like to get back to that.” 

The man lets out a chuckle. “Quite snarky are you?” 

“Listen I don’t care what you have to say about me, can’t we just get to the revenge speech where you tell me what you want?” 

“Oh don’t be so impatient green ninja, I mean I had to wait for you to wake up, you could at least let me give my speech.” He replied.

Lloyd sighed. “Well go ahead I don’t have all day.” 

He gave Lloyd a look. “Huh, well I can see why the boys liked you so much.” 

Lloyd gave him a confused glare.

The man leaned on the table and stared him straight in the face. “Such a pretty face on a waste of a man.”

“I’m not sure if that was homophobia, pedophilla or a little bit of both but I want no parts of it dude.”

“I’m just saying it’s such a waste for someone like you to go unused I’m sure you make a ton of money with a body like that.” The man’s says beginning to circle the table. 

“There’s so much in that sentence that’s disturbing but I think the worse is that you’re like 70 and checking me out, sir I’m like 17 hell no.” Lloyd musters out disgusted, backing up as much as he can in his chair. 

“Wow 70? C’mon I know I don’t look that old.” 

“Yeah you look older, is 85 right?” 

He gives look a glare. “You’re quite rude, I hope you know that.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t give respect to someone that refers to me like a prostitute, oh wait I’m not.” 

“I wasn’t calling you a sex worker I was just-“

“You were sure as hell implying it, I know that.” Lloyd interjects. “Is that why you snatched me? To fuck you?” 

“No! I’m sure you’d be a fun time we have a different need for you.” The man replies.

“And that is?” 

The man grins. “Well this facility needs a power source y’know?” 

Of course why is Lloyd not surprised. They always want to drain his powers why couldn’t it be something interesting at least. 

“So we brought you here to drain your powers.” The man continues. “Possibly kill you, I don’t know, hey if you survive I’m sure you’d make a lovely pole dancer.” 

With that Lloyd had heard enough. He slipped out of his chains again and blasted the man before he had a chance to think. He slammed hard into the wall and crumpled on the floor. Lloyd took his chance and ran towards the door that surprisingly wasn’t locked and had no guards around. The door seemed to be in the middle of the hallway with no one in it, neither seemed to a dead giveaway to lead out either. 

Lloyd wasn’t sure what to do, he obviously didn’t want to stay but he didn’t want to just randomly chose a door and end up captured again. 

What’s next?:

Go left and hope for the best

Go right because right is always right

Climb and hide in the ceiling to get more information and hopefully get out

[malachiwardyt]

Hello again, podcast side of Tumblr.

Entities Explained has officially come to a close with the final episode explaining the End. If you didn't know, Entities Explained has been a series where I, over the course of the last year and change, have explained each of the Fears from hit horror anthology podcast The Magnus Archives. This is the longest episode of the series, but I think it's totally worth watching.

Also, this video contains a major announcement: I am currently working on a MASSIVE video explaining The Magnus Archives in as much detail as I possibly can. Hopefully, it'll be a great refresher course before Protocol, and trying to get it done in a month won't absolutely destroy me.

For the art, I decided to draw the moment from Oliver Banks' statement in MAG 121: Far Away where he and the rest of the crew on a research vessel are destroyed by falling satellite pieces. I wanted the whole piece to be very dark and to have this slightly dusty feel to it, which I think I succeeded at.

I went back and forth a lot on what to dress Banks in, but, in the end (pun intended), I went with something a bit more casual, since he is mostly just hanging around a shipping vessel. If I ever drew him as The Coroner, I'd probably go with something more formal (full black suit with a wilted red flower on the lapel?), but this felt fitting. I also wanted to give him a rain coat because, hey, I imagine it gets pretty rainy out there.

Unfortunately, Banks' design doesn't get to shine through too much in this piece, since his back is to the audience but, for one, I think that's sort of fitting for his themes, and, two, it makes the composition, at least in my mind, a bit more interesting.

The falling satellite was something I experimented around with a lot. Using reference pictures of real satellites, I tried to get something that felt small, but also like it could do some serious damage. The motion blur was a late addition, but I can't say I don't like it.

The moon was always going to be an important part of this piece, but it was during the sketching phase that I realised I could make it into a bit of a stylised skull, which is just a subtle enough detail to be fun. The angular clouds were originally meant to cut through it, but I settled on it being in full view instead, which I think looks much better.

Finally, there's the veins themselves. I actually went with less of them than I originally planned because I think it felt less repetitive, but I'm really happy with the way they turned out. My one addition was adding a pop of colour to this very drab and grey piece (which could, now that I think about it, be seen as a parallel to the desaturated people in Banks' dreams) in the form of the red flowing through the veins. This is technically only described as happening when Banks saw Gertrude Robinson in his dreams, but I figured, if there was another time for it, it was in the moment that he was truly in the grasp of Terminus. I also, honestly, just think it looks better.

That wraps up Entities Explained, so I hope y'all have enjoyed this series while it lasted. I'm not going to stop Magnus content, as I have plenty of ideas already and I'm sure Protocol will only bring more, but I am interested to see where my content goes from here. If you've read this far, thank you so much for listening to my ramblings and, if you celebrate, enjoy your holidays. Good night, Tumblr people!

[delighteddistractions555]

To Live Despite Being Cursed 3#

Chapter 3: DEMONS ARE SO STUPID!

Another day in the Celestial Realm. This time it was a day off for Nezha. Erlang had been summoned by the Jade Emperor for some confidential meeting or whatever with a few other select members. The First Heavenly General adjusted his black cloak before turning to his son. The latter laid back on the couch in a simple pink T-shirt and loose white pants. “Knowing my damn uncle, this meeting might take the whole day. You’re taking care of yourself and staying at home in the meantime right, Lil Lotus?” The unicorn hybrid nodded, “I know baba. I’ll be fine at home with my lazy but lovely ladies~” He smirked at his serpent pets sunbathing themselves on their day bed. 

Erlang chuckled as he ruffled his son’s mane one more time before he left, “I’ll be back for you soon, my baby boy~” Nezha’s fur went even more pink as he swatted away the offending hand. “BABA! Cut that out!! I’m not a little godling anymore!!” The elder snickered, “Still are to me short stuff. I guess I’ll be off unless my little colt wants a hug and kiss goodbye from Baba~” Nezha forced himself from the couch so he could shove his annoying father out the door. “SCRAM! You’re going to be late!!” The demigod laughed as he was pushed out by his embarrassed child. Xiaotian followed suit and Nezha slammed the door to prevent his dad from sneaking in the last word. 

The lotus deity grumbled to himself as he reclaimed the couch. “Hmph, clingy bastard. It’s not like I’m going to disappear!”

Somewhere else in the Celestial Realm…

A flash of gold and silver lit up among the clouds of Heaven. Stepping forth from the light were what appeared to be two immortals. One dressed in golden robes and sporting a well-kept mane of orange hair. The other one is slightly smaller wearing silver colored robes and a shimmering blue ponytail. The two immortals briskly walked through the gates of Heaven, nodding to the guards respectfully. As they entered the capital city they greeted the other immortals or deities that crossed their paths. Giving wide smiles and cheerful “Ni haos!”.

Yet the moment the duo ducked into an alleyway-they erupted into demonic laughter. “OH MY GOSH-WE TOTALLY FOOLED THEM!!” Cackled the golden immortal, who was actually the golden demon Jin. One half of the infamous rookie thief duo. Jin’s companion snickered as he studied their heavily enchanted robes, “Well those kitsune know what they're doing. These robes have been impeccable in passing us off as celestials.” The silver immortal, who was actually the silver demon Yin, the other half of the demon thief duo. 

Jin wrapped an arm around his younger brother, “I know right!! Then again, if there was ever a species that could fool those stuck-up heavenly immortals, it’s gotta be kitsune. Now let’s plunder these suckers for their goodies!” Jin was about to run off but Yin held him back, “Hold up! As much as I want to grab as many baubles and shiny what-nots right now. We still gotta pay those kitsune for letting us borrow their stuff.” The blue demon held up a “shopping list” given to them by their client. 

Jin smacked his forehead, “Right! Well, we might as well make our way to Lao Tzu’s lab.” The two thieves briskly made their way through the streets. Only giving the occasional nod or greeting to any passerby, now fully focused on their mission. Well, as focused as an earthly demon that lived a hardscrabble life could be in a gilded world among the clouds. Jin couldn’t help but ogle every pretty maiden or shop window showcasing fine wares just as pretty. While Yin helped himself by swiping the occasional vendor treat or an immortal's piece of jewelry. 

It took a while to locate the lab honestly. Even with directions from their mysterious client, the capital’s buildings seem to blur into one seamless maze of pristine marble gilded with gold. If they were to find any more creatively unique buildings, then they would have to leave the capital and explore the outer reaches of Heaven. Alas, their mission and livelihoods demanded that they stuck to the main city. Now was sadly not the time for sightseeing or petty theft. Well, the thievery would come after they completed their jobs. 

Yin had the bright idea of pretending to be newbie delivery men needing directions to Lao Tzu’s lab. With the disappearance of a cart and a considerable number of crates filled with various magic wares. The duo posed as delivery men and managed to get clearer navigation to their destination thanks to the locals. Eventually they arrived at the lab which while no less impressive as the city-looked utterly mundane to the robbers after scouring countless of marble/gold replicas. “FINALLY!! I thought we wouldn’t find this damn joint!” Jin growled as he settled down the arms pulling the cart. “You would think these rich snobs would decorate their homes with something OTHER than just gold and marble!!”

“Maybe it’s just city protocol dude. I’m sure there is more architectural freedom outside the Jade Emperor’s main hub. After all, the way almost everything is the same seems to scream true that the big Jade guy upstairs is a control freak.” Yin theorized as he began analyzing the lab for a way to break in. Jin shuddered from this, “No wonder people hate him. I definitely would! Some ultimate snob believes he’s the center of the universe and has the right to control everything while doing nothing!” He scoffed as he took out a satchel containing their necessary supplies. 

The golden demon held up a large bottle of glowing green he tossed to his silver counterpart. The younger sibling grinned deviously as he held it up, “Time to kick off the party.” The bandits double checked the property to ensure no one was home. About half an hour later if anyone was inside the lab, they would be startled as part of the walk began rapidly dissolving before their very eyes. A huge chunk of the wall melted away by the acidic green goop used by Yin. 

Maniacal laughter echoed through the chamber as the demons strode in without a care in the world. Yin already began listing off the stuff their client wanted. Which Jin would grab and stuff into one of their sacks of endless inventory. The sacks came from a deal with an old, greedy dragon who thought he would be receiving a trainload of gold. Only to be delivered a trainload of coal. It was already too late as the sibling scammers had already beat it back to Megapolis far away. Soon the burglars had everything they came for.

“Time to ditch and get to some shopping of our own!!” Jin crackled as he ran out the hole with the sack over his shoulder. Yin stepped through, turned around, and then placed an enchanted ball of clay before the hole. Uttering an incantation, the clay expanded to cover the entire opening before masking itself to match the rest of the wall. Now no one could tell there was a break-in. With their mission accomplished, the brothers left the lab so they could begin their real fun.

“So, where to begin brother? I saw a couple of shops where we could easily shoplift.” Yin cackled evilly as he rubbed his hands greedily. Jin laughed, “Ooh, that would be fun. BUT, I have a much bigger prize in mind…” Yin paused, “It’s not the Jade Emperor’s treasury right?!” “HEY, HECK NO DUDE!! I know I have loony ideas sometimes but I’m not THAT CRAZY!!!” Jin protested before he explained, “I meant something that will generate permanent wealth. Something that will lift us from dirt status to top demon dogs. Something that will give us power, prestige, and everything else we could ever want!” 

“Godhood?” The silver demon snorted skeptically. The golden demon scowled, “Ha, ha, godhood is sooooo obtainable! Brother dearest, hear my plea. Why don’t we get ourselves the Lotus Unicorn as our steed?” Yin was beyond flabbergasted, “Uuuuhhhh, do you have a plan at least?!” Jin rolled his eyes, “Alright, hear me out! You know how the gods have one stable master in charge of all the horses? Well I’m pretty sure he must have enchanted bridles and such to keep all those insane magical horses in check. Sooo, why don’t we grab the strongest bridle we can find. Hunt down the lil unicorn’s place, then take him ourselves?!” The elder thief laughed wickedly.

The younger thief crossed his arms and closed his eyes as he mused it over in his mind. After five minutes he opened his eyes, “Well, let’s give it a shot. But let’s grab a couple of sleeping bugs to knock out the beast first dude. I don’t think getting in a fight with a full grown stallion that won whole wars is going to be a picnic.” Jin blinked, “Oh, yeah, right!!” The disguised demons asked for directions to the stables, lying about needing to rent a horse and they were on their way…

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Nezha lazily opened an eye to check on his snakes. The daybed revealed that they have reverted to their golden shear form in their sleep. He closed his eyes again, savoring every peaceful moment of his day off. As devoted as he was to duty, a break every now and then was a welcome reprieve. Laid back on the couch, he began to daydream. In his daydreams he was not some unfortunate cursed to be a unicorn. He was the proud defender of Chentang Pass. A mortal but powerful champion for his people who kept the peace between the seafaring humans and the sea-dwelling dragons. 

In his fantasy he had everything he ever wanted as a child. Respect from the townspeople, his family being proud of him, Ao Bing still as his best friend, the dragons and humans getting along. In his dreams he was busy vanquishing a grotesque demon that made the huge mistake of targeting his village: The demon was a wretched giant of hideous red skin and black spikes all over its body. With a long, winding tail with numerous  spikes over it, it kept flinging at Nezha in vain. Nezha wore shining red armor, his usual weapons on hand or feet. Appearing as a young man without a single trace of any equine features. 

“This is where you die, demon!” The warrior roared as he aimed a great ball of red fire that finished the hideous creature off. The villagers cheered as they rushed out of hiding to hail their noble defender once more. Nezha returned a polite bow before flying off to the seashore. There he saw Ao Bing, alive and well instead of pale and bloodied. The dragon prince smiled serenely at him, “Been taking care of those rogue demons haven’t we? I hope you have been careful.” Nezha proudly tossed his head, “HA! I don’t need to worry about anything, Bing! Thanks for the concern though. Do you want to have a race?”

His best friend smirked before morphing into his dragon form. “Last one to the Yellow Sea owes the other lunch~” He taunted before suddenly pushing past him in a flurry of freezing wind. “HEY!! Not so fast, cheater!!” Nezha protested but laughed all the same as he ignited his fire wind wheels at full speed ahead. Clouds seem to rush past them as the two friends soared through the air. The sun shining brightly, the air brisk and fresh with sea salt, the lighthearted laughter shared between the two boys. Nezha pushed further ahead in order to win. He could see the Yellow Sea within his reach. Almost there-

Only to be jerked back by a shining golden bridle that suddenly clamped onto his mouth.

“WHAT THE BUCKING, BLAZING HAY?!?!” The adult equine deity of reality neighed out in alarm as he registered the unwelcome metal clutching his snout. In an instant he ripped off the hideous contraption and kicked the offender clear across the room. The wall cracked from the powerful impact, piling bamboo and bricks onto the demon that dared tried to muzzle him. “JIN!!!” Screamed the second demon which snagged the attention of the infuriated unicorn. “How dare you…” The celestial stallion hissed, baring his fangs, as he slowly approached the second demon. 

Yin backed up against the wall. Fumbling through his clothes for something to save him from the wrath of a deity that ultimately underestimated. Nezha growled dangerously as he loomed closer, “Mistaken me for a horse haven’t we? Just some fancy horse that you could easily take as your damn pack mule for riches and fame, hhhmm? You really think that just because I’m part equine that you could-“ Suddenly the intruder tossed a glowing splash potion at Nezha. Causing the celestial to disappear in an explosion of light as he was teleported to an unknown location. Yin quickly ran towards his elder brother, helping the injured demon get up.

He carried his sibling to the couch, ignoring the blood already staining the other’s fine robes. “This house should have some healing supplies…” The silver demon muttered to himself as he began searching the rooms for any sort of medical supplies. Eventually he found a medical kit in the bathroom which he grabbed for Jin. Returning to his brother he took out the bandages first to stop the bleeding. Removing the ruined robes, wrapping up his sibling’s torso, and then handing him a potion of healing. Jin fluffed down the entire thing, wincing a bit as the magical liquid got to work on repairing his body.

“Man, that definitely was one of my worst ideas. I guess not even enchanted bridles work on that overpowered dude…” The golden demon moaned as he rubbed his extremely sore sides. Yin sighed, “I think it’s best we leave. The unicorn knows about us now and it’s not too difficult for a celestial to find a way back to Heaven. That potion only teleported him to the Mortal Realm. It won’t be long before he gets back and reports us.” Jin groaned as he cursed himself for not going after something easier like a courtesan’s jewels or a noble’s vault. “SCREW UNICORNS! They suck dude!!! But I don’t really want to go home empty-handed…”

Jin suddenly sat up from the couch, “WAIT A HOT SECOND!!! Wouldn’t his own weapons be a good defense from that crazy stallion?!“ Yin’s face broke out into a wicked grin, “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to have some type of protection in case the dude comes after us.” Jin cackled as he carefully stood up with support from his brother. “Well let’s grab what we can find and then make like the Monkey King before the horse comes back.” Jin said as his eyes trailed over to the shining, golden shears on the daybed…

Meanwhile, on top of a noodle shop in a sparkling mortal city. A unicorn humanoid groaned as he slowly stood up. Immediately the strong smell of pollution, sweaty human flesh, the sharp tinge of metal, and various aromas of foodstuffs hit his nostrils. His ears assailed with thousands of different voices and sounds competing with the city on who could be the loudest. He looked around to see dizzying towers, concrete, glowing holograms, more concrete, several bizarre human vehicles for flight, and even more concrete. Realizing where he was he facepalmed, “Damn. I’m going to kill those demons for this…” 

[minghs]

      #8docu, part 1.

1   does your muse give good advice? on what subjects? the reality is he's nearly as unexperienced as the next person; he thinks of his actual experiences and sips tea, contemplates on how to cater it to a specific person (whether it'd be beneficial), and then offers the advice, if asked. so, to volley back to the question— does he give good advice? and on what subjects?

he gives incredible advice— pulling from worldly ideals, his own morals, and expanding his mind to offer a whole lecture on what someone should do and what someone could do and what someone doesn't have to do. he'll give all sorts of options, will pay attention to the person themselves, and try to give them different paths but also he has a tendency to seep his own views, his own morals, into the conversation. what's right— to him? and what's wrong— to him? sometimes he can toe the line, blur it even, but it's never with any ill intent.

when it comes to subjects, anything goes with him; his favorite subject to give advice on is particularly romance problems. he loves love and loves to help others when things go wrong in cupid's country.

2   what bores your muse? what are they like when bored? it's hard to pinpoint what exactly bores him since he likes everything he comes across (at least once); yet, it's truly just the thing that loses it's spark that bores him. either that, or historical movies that have zero plot and zero action to keep him awake. he's a strange creature, truly— he doesn't mind nature, historical, and murder documentaries but they need to move him and it needs to keep his brain active.

when he's bored, it's obvious, as mentioned. he zones out quicker, his eyes go unfocused, and his fingers will flex just minutely— he'll either tap them against one another or he'll drum them against whatever he's leaning against/sitting on. a otherworldly sort of softness will spread on his face, something similar to a dreamy state of mind, and he'll seem not entirely there and yet entirely there. he'll listen to you and yet not be able to comprehend things.

when he's bored, his languages tend to get mixed up because of how he zones— someone may be talking to him in korean but he'll be briefly confused because he's thinking in chinese. he may even slip in an accent when he responds, the slow blink and twitch of his lips evident of his boredom.

3   what colors does your muse like to wear? he prefers to wear colors that suit his mood, truthfully— it also depends on what suits him best that morning or night. he's extremely meticulous on his outfitting— so much so to the point of not really allowing the stylists to have the final say on what he should be wearing. if anything, he'll always alter his outfits to what he wants to convey or how he wants to look— whether it be by literally cutting a jersey tee in half or adding a multitude of accessories to his fingers, hair, neck.

though, generally, he really likes monochromatic colors to wear. the diva inside of him believes that monochromatic colors can go with anything, honestly, and that he can pair any bold shoe with a black shirt or a bold bandana with a white shirt and he'll still be able to rock it. after all, he is who he is and the confidence with which that drives him skyrockets on a daily basis.

4  does your muse drive? how are they behind the wheel? when they need to drive their own cars to camping grounds or to a resort where they'll be resting, the members will try to override his desire to drive. it's a bit offensive to him, he feels, but he understands why they do so.

after all, although he drives and he drives well, he also drives like he's in F1 or as if he's casted in fast and furious. without much regard to speed limit signs or speed bumps, he typically puts his foot down on the gas pedal and careens through the nightlife of south korea— windows down, hood retracted, and wind pushing roughly through his hair just to feel a bit of risk.

he gets it though, when his members try to get their hands on the wheel instead of him; maybe he should invest in getting a motorcycle instead.

             lumonresources.

[most-pupu]

Revista Job 🎬🍿

All-time Favorites

#1 Kingsman: The Secret Services (2014)

🎞️ Director: Matthew Vaughn

Synopsis: Eggsy, a young man stuck in a rough life, gets pulled into a secret spy organization. Trading street smarts for tailored suits, he trains to become part of a hidden world that operates behind polished doors and sharp umbrellas.

Why i love it: I looove everything about it. The pacing, the style, the characters, every part of it just works for me. Watching Eggsy’s life flip like that? So satisfying.

Fav scene: “Manners maketh man.” That line hit hard. The delivery, the timing, the clean execution. So sharp and cool.

Why so meaningful: It’s a reminder that people can grow when someone believes in them. Eggsy wasn’t perfect, but he had potential, and that was enough. It stuck with me.

#2 Harry Potter Series (2001-2011)

🎞️ Director: Chris Columbus, Alfonso Cuarón, Mike Newell, David Yates.

Synopsis: A boy discovers on his eleventh birthday that he’s a wizard. From then on, his life becomes tangled in magic, danger, friendships, loss, and the fight against a dark force threatening the entire wizarding world.

Why i like it: It’s something I always come back to. The world, the characters, the small details.. they all feel familiar in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s not just a story; it’s a whole experience I keep tucked in a corner of my heart.

Fav scene: When Narcissa Malfoy checks if Harry is alive, and then lies to Voldemort by saying he’s dead. That quiet act changes everything. It’s such a sharp twist, tense, personal, and so human.

Why so meaningful: I grew up with it. It was there when I needed comfort, escape, or something steady. It reminds me that even in the darkest times, a bit of light still exists, and that love and loyalty matter more than anything.

#3 Murder on the Orient Express (2017)

🎞️ Director: Kenneth Branagh

Synopsis: When a man is found dead on a luxury train, detective Hercule Poirot takes on the case. With thirteen passengers, all with secrets, the truth is anything but simple, and time is running out.

Why i like it: I love how it’s not just about the murder. It’s about what people are capable of when they’ve been hurt, and how justice isn’t always black and white. The setting, the tension, the slow unraveling, it kept me hooked.

Fav scene: The final reveal. Everyone standing around the table, the truth coming out, and Poirot having to decide what kind of justice he believes in, it gave me chills.

Why so meaningful: It made me think about morality in a way most mystery stories don’t. Sometimes right and wrong blur, and this film doesn’t shy away from that. It sat with me long after the credits rolled.

If I were a director…

If I were a director, I’d want to create a mystery thriller that doesn’t just mess with your head, but also tugs at something deeper. Not the kind of story where it’s just “whodunnit” and done, but one that leaves you thinking about why people do what they do. Quiet tension, emotional weight, and twists that actually feel earned.

The theme would revolve around justice, grief, and the blurry space between right and wrong. I like stories where no one is completely innocent, where people make choices that are messy but real. Where the answer isn’t easy, and that’s the point.

I’d probably draw inspiration from Kenneth Branagh’s sense of drama and elegance, and Denis Villeneuve’s way of building a mood so strong it almost becomes a character. I admire how both directors give their stories room to breathe without ever dragging.

Visually, I imagine a cold color palette, sharp lighting, and scenes that feel almost too calm, like something could snap at any second. As for storytelling, I’d go for a slow-burn style, where tiny details quietly stack up until everything clicks into place near the end.

This kind of film would be for people who enjoy subtle tension and stories with moral weight. But honestly, it’s also personal. I want to tell stories that say it’s okay to not have all the answers, and that sometimes the most powerful decisions are the quiet ones nobody sees coming.

[moonrazeeclipse]

Day at the Amusement Park.

The last time I went to an amusement park was when I was 12 years-old. My memories have been mostly shaky, but what I can remember was the happiness and joy I felt with my mother and father.

It’s been tough for me to have fun these days. Being a 23 year-old working a typical nine-to-five shift made it difficult to have time for myself. Stressed about the quotas, the numbers, job stability, and everything else in between. Good sleep has eluded me for months.

Then I look at my girlfriend, Nicha, and my hope has never been brighter.

Ah, Nicha. Everyone else knew and recognized her as Minnie, but the closest to her called her by her real name. If I thought an average office job was a grindfest, then hers was a gauntlet. Idol life meant she had to be up as early as 3 A.M. and she’d run through several sets of makeup, practice, interviews, and appearances. During one of her off days she and her members visited my building while I just so happen to be on coffee break. One funny stare and the next thing I knew, we were hiding our relationship from the whole world.

No matter how exhausted she got, she kept that same positive, happy energy as if she had unlimited battery life. Each occasional glance as I drove to the old amusement park, she was beaming, singing along to the songs on the radio, like she were a child. This was one of her rare off days where they didn’t have any schedules, so maybe that’s the reason why she’s extra joyful too.

The park itself hadn’t changed much since I last visited all those years back. The entrance looked rusted and devoid of any life or color. There seemed to be way fewer people visiting as well. Nicha offered to take me to that newer park with those virtual reality simulators, but I turned it down with a chuckle, saying that I wasn’t making enough money to spend a day there. Regardless, we entered the place, her hand holding mine, dragging me with the brightest smile on her face.

Whatever she wanted to do, I followed along. Nicha ran ahead of me, acting like a child and not a famous, recognizable idol. Being around me must be freeing for her; she could be herself when I’m with her. None of the rides were renovated or refashioned, which gave me that nostalgic feel. Because there weren’t that many visitors, waiting only took less than ten minutes for each ride. Despite my motion sickness, I powered through the first roller coaster without a problem. The second one? I recalled hurling up minutes after getting off that one as a child. Nicha screamed her heart out on the first coaster, but was overcome by fear on the second. She leaned into my chest while I was fighting every urge not to puke mid-ride. I sought a barf bag once we got off, making her laugh.

“Ahaha! You look hilarious!” Nicha mocked.

“Why are you gloating? Don’t act like you were hiding your face on my chest.” I retorted. She blushed in embarrassment before pretending to run away. No matter how much she loved to make fun of me, I couldn’t get upset. Her wholesome smiles made her a great person to hang out with.

Walking along the park, we came across a row of booths. These booths offered challenges in exchange for prizes. Dad won me a basketball as a reward back then. Even with age, one of the game masters somehow recognized me by my eyes.

“Hey, hey! It’s been a long time! You’re all grown now!” He said, calling my attention.

“Oh, hey. How did you recognize my face?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have your father’s eyes, that’s why! How’s he doing?” He changed the subject.

“Umm, great I guess.” I honestly didn’t know how to answer, since I haven’t spoken to him in years.

Nicha suddenly came in from behind and hugged me. The game master’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh! Is this your girlfriend? Why don’t you step up and show her your father’s talent?” He challenged me on the spot. I sighed as Nicha moved right next to me. Her beaming eyes and bright smile gave me more pressure to do well.

I was poor at sports, so I wondered how bad I’d mess up at ring toss. I didn’t have deft hands like my dad, and I wasn’t practicing at all. I’m better with keyboards, I murmured under my breath as he gave me the rings. First toss. The ring hit the bottle. My eyes widened. Second toss. The bottle was a little more distant than the first. I threw the ring and to my surprise, it hit too. Shock drowned out my girlfriend’s cheers and the yell of the game master. One more ring, one more toss. The bottle was placed at a greater distance compared to the earlier ones. I was doing better than I thought, so maybe my luck would run out on this turn. I flung the last ring, and time seemingly slowed down as I released it from my grip.

One, two, three, four, five. Bingo.

Nicha hugged me in celebration. I made all three tosses as the game master applauded me. Wow. Honestly, that may have been divine intervention, considering how awful I am at these games. It must have been five minutes before I moved because I stayed frozen in place, unable to let my victory sink in.

“You do have your father’s genes in you after all! Go ahead and pick a prize.” The game master said, snapping me back to reality.

I turned to Nicha, implying that she could choose the prize. She took the hint and pointed at a gigantic brown teddy bear. The game master grabbed it from the shelf and handed it over to me. I gave the stuffed animal to her, and she buried her face on its belly.

“Aaahh it’s so fluffy! You’re really good at this, Minki!” She cuddled the bear as I just chuckled and waved goodbye to the game master.

The rest of our day at the park was just riding the rest of the attractions and eating an ice cream sandwich along the way. Nicha and I had so much fun together, refusing to let go of the teddy bear. The sun had set and nightfall came, and our time was almost up. But before we left, there was one more ride we hadn’t gone in. The ferris wheel.

The passenger cabins were suited for four people, so we hopped on one, including our stuffed animal. She placed the bear next to her as the wheel began moving. From where I sat I could see the bright lights of the highway, overlooking the specks of people thousands of feet in the air. Nicha looked out the window before turning to me, taking my hand.

“I’ve had so much fun with you today,” she said, caressing my hand gently and pecking it. “Thank you.”

I gazed into her eyes, gleaming brighter than the stars in the night sky. She stared back at me, looking at me the same way. Then something sprung in me to lock lips with her. Nicha sunk into the kiss, pulling me close and our tongues swirled with each other. She was sweeter and tastier than dessert. I cupped her cheek and she placed her palm on mine, running it across her face.

She broke the kiss and slowly spread my legs. I panicked a little because of the situation we’re in. Nicha feigned ignorance and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers.

“Nicha! We’re still in public, remember?”

“Your cock says otherwise,” she replied, slapping my hardened cock with her hand. “I’ve been missing you so much. I can’t help myself.”

She seized my balls, giving them a rub. “You’re full. You’ve been missing me too.”

I groaned as she kissed me from my balls, making her way up to my tip. Her soft lips felt so good on my shaft. She looked at me with widened eyes, satisfied with the pleasure she’s giving me. I slumped into my seat and closed my eyes, allowing the euphoria of her swirling tongue to override my brain. If that wasn’t enough, she added her sensual moans into her slurps, giving me tingles up my spine.

My hands flowed through her black locks, while the rest of my body just numbed in pleasure. I didn’t realize she took me in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. Nicha bobbed her head back and forth, coating my shaft with her saliva. We didn’t care if anyone caught us in the lewd act. Nicha had her way with me and my body happily fell under control.

Pop. She released me from her mouth after blowing me off for a while. I was really sinking into that excitable feeling too. Appropriate timing too, as she finished up just as the car was about to reach ground level. I quickly buttoned up my pants as she pretended like she didn’t suck my cock leaving the pod.

We reached my car just as the park was closing, and she gave me a few pecks on the cheek. “When we get home, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Sure, baby. I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want.” The thought of her splayed body already riled me up and I couldn’t be any more excited to drive home.

I turned the key. Rough gruffs roared from the engine. Again. Gruffs. In frustration I slapped my hands against the steering wheel. The car couldn’t start. Fuck.

“I just had it checked last week,” I grumbled. It was second hand but I didn’t have any excuse. Nicha giggled. She was still smiling as she watched me suffer and curse my car out. Oh, no matter how terrible a day gets, you’re always the jovial one.

Conveniently there was a subway station nearby whose line started and ended at the park. We both got out of the car and decided to take the train home. Nicha still refused to let go of the teddy bear.

Entering one of the cars, we sat at the back end of the left row. All the walking wore our legs out, so I slumped down in my seat. Nicha set the bear at the corner chair before sitting beside me. Drowsiness began kicking in and soon enough, I fell into a deep sleep holding my girlfriend’s hand tightly.

I felt a sensation below my chest that woke me up. My eyes opened slowly, vision blurring my sight. I looked to my left and saw only the teddy bear. She probably went to the bathroom, I thought. I tried going back to sleep, but I felt that twitching in my stomach again. I looked down and to my surprise, my pants were on the ground. Nicha was on her knees, sucking my erect cock.

“Nicha! What did I say about doing this in public?” I whispered, trying to avoid causing a disturbance with the nearby passengers.

She responded by taking more of me into her mouth, making me moan with her humming sounds. “Mmph, I can’t help myself. Your cock rubbed on me as we slept.”

It took all of my willpower not to submit to pleasure, but I was able to scout the area. There weren’t a lot of people on this late train ride home, except a man wearing a business suit calling someone on his phone seated on the opposite aisle.

I slowly hopped from one chair to the next using the rail, keeping Nicha busy on my shaft without her letting go into it. My free hands lifted the stuffed bear from its seat and placed it to where I was sitting. The prized toy was huge enough to act as camouflage from unsuspecting train-goers.

“Yeah. Let’s discuss the business trip to Japan at the cafe. I’ll move up so you can spot me as I get off,” the man said as he stood up from his seat and trudged to the front.

I sighed a breath of relief, but that was only a temporary win. I looked below to see how Nicha was doing and my eyes widened. She stripped off her overalls as her bare legs were now exposed.

“Nicha!” I almost screamed, panicking at the situation she’d got us into. She giggles at my reaction before kissing my tip with her soft lips.

“While you were busy covering us up I took my overalls off. I really can’t wait for you to fill me inside.” She said matter-of-factly.

I groaned in annoyance but I couldn’t help myself. She was opening herself and I guess my patience ran out too.

“We still have a few more stops to go before our stop,” She added, stroking me with her fingers.

My psyche crumbled under her control again. I resisted her lips, but not her hands rapidly pumping my cock. I threw my head back and allowed the pleasure to jack my brain, grazing my hands on her hair again.

I must have drowned deeply to the delight of Nicha’s handjob that I ignored the dings and voice of the operator over the speaker indicating the train’s destination. My eyes, struggling to open, somehow caught a glimpse of a few new passengers entering the car. Quickly I bent over and took her overalls as well as my large coat and veiled my crotch. She continued jerking me off under the covers, eager to get me to orgasm. The commuters gave me either  weird or neutral looks as they walked by. I gave them a gaze of exhaustion, pretending as if I was ill. I just hope they didn’t notice the suspicious bulge below me.

Most of the travelers moved onto another cabin but some of them sat a few rows behind or ahead of ours. Thankfully none decided to sit in the same aisle as us. My hands, which were positioned on my lap, were grabbed by Nicha. She led it down to her clit and I felt her wetness. Even with some bush she was clearly dripping.

“Fuck me, please,” She whispered, each word laced with lust. “I’m so wet for you, babe.”

I hoisted her from the floor and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I rose for a minute before sitting down with her on me. I carefully lined my shaft against her crotch before burying my cock in her walls. She let out a lengthy, low moan as I started ramming into her tight pussy. My hands snuck through her shirt, pinching her taut nipples, making her squeal.

I could feel her juices cream my hair as I grinded back and forth, making sure she feels every inch of my length. One hand escapes her shirt to cover her mouth, preventing her from letting out wild screams. I pulled her face close to mine, her features indicating pleasure as our lips met for a shaky, passionate kiss.

As we continued making out my eyes caught a glimpse of a stewardess slowly making her way across the cabin, punching passengers’ tickets. I broke the kiss off and drove Nicha into my chest, bundling our bodies with her overalls and my coat. The attendant reached us, her formal smile shifting to a confused look at the weird image ahead of her.

“Oh I’m sorry, is she okay?” She asked matter-of-factly.

“Y-yeah. She’s just a little ill, so I’m warming her up, that’s all.” I answered, nodding repeatedly.

Nicha sold my act by freezing in my arms. I reached into my coat and pulled out two tickets. She punched them and smiled as she walked by, believing my lie.

My girlfriend looked me in the eyes, lust ridden over them. I squeal as her finger reaches my cock, still buried in her soaked cunt, stroking me off. Through the pleasant sensation I managed to keep my eyes alert, watching the passengers slowly leave one by one at the next stop. Now it was just the two of us in this cable car.

“We’re alone. Fuck me,” She said as the train started moving again.

Perhaps her eagerness drove me to thrust into her a lot faster than I thought. I rocked back and forth on the chair, drilling her with my shaft. Nicha closed her eyes and let the pleasure fill her, her mouth making a wide ‘O’ shape. At this point we ran out of care for our surroundings, made clear by our audible moaning. Her hands claw my nape and hair deeply, her slender figure bouncing up and down my lap.

The tightness of her pussy, as well as her soft, seductive moans made it hard for me to keep control. I was losing another round to her lewdness and this one would be the hardest of them all. I was all but ready to climax, only slowing down my pumps to keep the euphoria last longer.

“F-fuck, I’m going to cum,” I whispered.

“On me. Fill me, please. Fill me with your cum.”

One. Two. Three. With a heavy groan I reached my peak. I felt shots of warm semen fill her womb. I pumped through my orgasm, shooting flecks of cum in her until I was drained. My hips stopped grinding. I put my head down in exhaustion over that intense, risky session. She cupped my face then kissed me on the cheek.

“T-that was s-so g-good. I can’t wait until we get home for more.”

There’s a clear trail of white on my chair and on my pants. My cock slipped out of her slit as I set her down on the ground.

“This is the last station! Thank you for riding with us.” The operator announced over the intercom. We’re almost at our destination.

I pulled her overalls off my coat and threw it at Nicha. “Put these on, we still have to walk home.”

“I don’t wanna,” she pouted. “I want to go home with your cum dripping down on me.”

I sighed. Nicha decided to be bratty on the way home, when everything was almost perfect and after all we’ve been through. But what else can I do?

I gave her my coat as I took her overalls and placed it in my bag. We got off the train with her wearing my coat, our mixed juices still running down her legs. We enjoyed our little walk home, having forgotten the prized teddy bear that she was attached to all day long, but that didn’t matter. As soon as we reached home, we stuffed our bodies into each other throughout the night.

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And that’s my first work done. I didn’t do a lot of editing as I was excited to publish this one. I finally decided to jump into the world of smut writing after being inspired for a while now. Thank you for reading!

[fleurlia]

here is part two of this.

[7:13 pm] for all the phases you have been through in the past few months, all of them were disastrous. a couple of months after jeno has told you about his proposal karina and he appears with new rings, explaining to everyone how both just choose to make things more swiftly and not wait until graduation.

you already knew it but that didn't stop you from spending at least twenty minutes crying pathetically in the ladies' room.

certainly when you thought things couldn't get any worse, believe me, they did. you were convinced for the moment karina asked you to help her choose the dress. again, you couldn't blame anyone against yourself.

renjun and donghyuck stood next to you, holding their laughs as she was asking for help in the most loving way. just for when she was gone the duo were shouting loud and attempting to comfort your poor heart. following that, you saw yourself sat there watching karina trying on more than a thousand wedding dresses, for getting married to the love of your life.

it would be easier to hate her if she was a bitch and 20% less attractive. you thought.

and talking about him, you couldn't even hold his gaze without looking weepy and bitter. your friendship existed only by devices, which you believed would be turned off the moment he said yes to her.

after a year of planning and torture, the big day has arrived and even though you have created every possible excuse, none seemed good enough to not going to your best friend's wedding. including a sweet smile, your mom comforted you as you got ready for the wedding, holding up tears and making yourself at least looking attractive on the worst day of your life. you asked more than once for your mother to be merciful and to fake an accident but she keeps telling you how could you get over it if you didn't see "the dead body".

instructed to stay at least a few minutes late, you made everything possible to be delayed. not wanting to arrive and have to deal with the reception and face the bride and groom. not craving to deal with the fact that if you held more than five seconds alone with jeno, you would presumably tell him the truth that was stuck in your throat. then when you arrive everyone was already at the ceremony, your entry causing a small noise that drew attention. jeno's eyes catching yours immediately.

the couple looking supremely beautiful, like always. the dress that karina and you have picked just not fits her but makes everyone around her look poorly ugly. oh my god, i hate myself so much. that was the only thing going through your mind.

sitting down next to renjun, he sends you a glance. "it's almost ended, i thought you were not coming."

"as if i were that lucky"

he chuckles but gently takes your hands. even though you said more than a thousand times that you didn't want anyone feeling sorry for you, he tried his best to make things a little better.

while the minutes started to grow, your mind stopped a few more every time that ceremony got close for the "yes". holding up every tear you possess in your body, you almost failed as the old lady next to you smile in your direction and whispered;

"what are you from the groom??"

"i... i am his best friend, since freshman year at college."

"oh, that's why he is looking right here all the time."

quietly you agreed with her, not even daring yourself to look up and catch all of his stares. the moments pass with you staring to anywhere, you couldn't even look at them without feeling your chest squeeze in sharp pain.

"so lee jeno, do you take this woman as your wife to lover her, respect her, and looking for her?"

wishing to not stand there or even existed, you were close to starting to crying but renjun squeezed your hands and all that people heard at next was; "yes, i do."

lee jeno, the love of your life just got married... but it's was not whit you.

later on, — this including the time you spent crying and sobbing in the car — you were supposed to go to the celebration and that's is what you did as a supportive friend.

the first hour was going like a blink, you have to pretend so much happiness that the idea of the newlyweds just got blanked out of your mind. it was the last straw when jeno's sister approached you with a gentle smile, you could feel her pity just by the look on her face and you felt even more miserable when she said it in a low tone: ''i always thought that on a day like today, you would be my new sister.''

that hurt so much.

the rest of the night passed like a blur, a slow and painful blur. you had taken so many pictures and you were sure that you looked ridiculous in the picture with the bride and groom, donghyuck and renjun were there to support you but your false happiness was quickly destroyed by jeno's stares.

almost at the end of the celebration, everyone full of the food and tired from the dancing, people decided it was time for the speeches and in the crowd of invited people you hid behind your friends. if by any chance the universe hated you that much you would be chosen to give some words and you were ready to make a whole speech based on rose's in "love, rosie". it would be tragic.

karina's mother said beautiful words to the couple and praised jeno so much that you at that moment felt happy for him. many relatives passed by, all of them talking about how perfect they were for each other and at end wishing them happiness. you felt like a jealousy bitch at every second.

almost at the end of all your torture, you already agreed that renjun or one of his friends would take you home because you didn't even want to talk, it was the newlyweds' turn to speak. karina sounded so perfectly in love with every word she spoke out. you were thankful to be far away from the couple because your stomach flipped as you watched jeno stand up, straightening his suit and black hair.

you were about to get up and walk away, not wanting to hear about how much he loved her and was grateful to be married to her but after a second thought, you knew you would draw pitying and pitiful glances in your direction.

"i can give you more than a thousand and one reasons about how i ended up here, married to karina." his soft voice echoing throughout the room. "one of them is because sometimes... we don't notice that what we need is right under our noses. sometimes we even notice... but only a few people dare themselves to confess their love to that person.'' at that point nobody else understood where he was getting at with that speech. just like all evening, you didn't attempt to look at him and be unlucky enough to find him also watching you.

''one more reason why we are here, on this particular night, is that maybe i took too long to realize, waited for too long. i wish i could confess this earlier because... deep down i always knew it was you. the love of my life and my best friend.''

something inside of you clicked. back when you started to date, jeno looked you up one day and you fought, he was just being jealous that your then-boyfriend also claimed to be your best friend and you didn't say anything, the point is that he would never call karina his best friend. on that day, both promise never forgets about their besties and never, never calling anyone ''best friend''.

nobody knew about that.

"if... if i could only go back in time... maybe i would tell myself how i should confess to you.'' you looked up, getting his gaze. you stood surprised when you noticed that his eyes were tearing up. ''if only i had known that we would be here today. i never would have let your lips leave mine years ago, on new years'. i never should have walked away. i never should have panicked. i never should have lost all those years without you... because i've realized that no matter where you are or what you're doing, or who you're with, i will always honestly, truly, completely love you.''

you couldn't believe in your damn bad luck.

you couldn't discover what was more pathetically tragic. the fact that karina would watch the video of her wedding in the future and see her husband confessing his love to someone who wasn't her. or the fact that jeno had chosen his wedding day to acknowledge that he loved you.

karina never kissed him on new year's, their first one was in a cinema. only you did, once in your second year as friends. you two never spoke about it.

karina didn't like romantic comedies, she was a literature major and only liked movies that was focussed on classics. you did. you had made jeno watch "love, rosie" so many times that you both knew the script.

with tears rolling down their cheeks, the two of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours. he loved you too. you both now knew about the other's love. inaudibly while you wiped your tears you both agreed that; maybe in another time, another life, we were meant for a happy ending. but not here, not at this moment.

but it didn't matter, only you two knew how much you loved each other and always would.

ok guys, sorry for making this so long and for any mistakes. let me know if you wanted to me doing scenarios, reactions or timestamps or even let my asks open for requests.

[hops-hunny]

Girls Like Her

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Black!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.7k

Request: N/A

Summary: In which Kyoya is smitten and not afraid to show it.

Warnings: None! Fluff.

A/N: this is so self indulgent and I don't even care I NEEDED some Kyoya with a black girl bc where's all the color in the ouran community??

Kyoya had a fine eye for spectacular things. Running the host club with Tamaki required it. He was always looking for something of interest that he knew the guest would like and that would bring in a nice bit of money as well. That's why he was mesmerized when he saw (Y/n). Sure, Kyoya had seen girls that were deemed "beautiful" by whatever measure of beauty the rest of his high class socialite peers thought. However, he had never put much thought into what he personally found beautiful but now thanks to her, he didn't need to.

Sure he had seen women with nice skin. It wasn't very uncommon. Going to school with girls whose parents made most people's yearly salary in a day meant they were well cared for. They took care of their skin with the finest of products, as did he. However her skin was unmatched. Nice hues of brown which glowed beautifully in the soft daylight of music room 3. Not a blemish or wrinkle in sight. Smooth and brown all over like a bewitching goddess. And sure other girls had hair. It was all a blur to him however, nothing he could point out or was anything but ordinary. All of it was the same straight hair in the same bland style. But hers however?

She wore some of the most elaborate styles he had ever seen. He didn't know the proper names for them at first but the more she visited the host club, the more he'd overhear her speak about them to the other guest. Box braids, goddess twist, faux locs. Each style suited and complimented her well. Anytime she'd change it up he'd observe it carefully, viewing every bump and turn on the art that was her hair. His favorite though was when she'd wear it naturally.

 God was it a sight. A large, picked to perfection afro atop her head like the crown a princess, no, a queen of her caliber should have. It reminded him of the clouds in the sky he'd see on a nice summer afternoon except far more eye catching and far more mesmerizing.

"Tamaki?" Kyoya questioned, looking up at his blonde friend. The last few of the guest had trickled out by now.

"Yes mommy dear?" He quipped, walking over to his raven haired friend.

"Is there a reason we don't see Lady (L/n) any time other than the host club? How come I've never seen her in any of our classes?" He asked, trying to ignore the stupid look Tamaki had on his face.

"Kyoya, are you in love?! Oh how amazing! I always knew this wo-"

"Forget it, this is a waste of time." He began to head to the door but stopped as Tamaki stopped his path.

"Wait! (L/N) as in (Y/n) (L/n) right? She's a year below us, that's why you probably never see her outside of class. We don't have any classes with her except lunch if you count that." Kyoya hummed at the man's words before walking to the door, opening it. 

"Thank you." He said, giving him a nod of acknowledgement.

"No problem, dear friend."

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Kyoya stood behind his podium, greeting guests as they came through. He offered each of them the same fake smile he'd give, confirming their host choice for the day. He never cared too much to remember faces, just the different things they'd enjoy and how he could make profit off of them. Well everyone except-

"Kyooo! What's up? How ya doin today?" She chirped, leaning close to him as she offered him a bright smile from behind her supple plump lips. He smiled down at her, a genuine one (not that he'd ever let anyone know that).

"Ah, lady (L/n). A pleasure to see you as always. Your usual I presume?" He said, searching for the twins' names as he went to check the mark.

"Actually I thought I'd switch things up today!"

"Really? Who will it be then?" Whoever it was would be so lucky to be graced with the girl's presence. Her smile grew wider at his question as she leaned even closer.

"You! You do host right? I haven't seen anyone come to you for some time." She mused, resting a brown hand on his arm. Normally he'd remove himself from anyone's touch but for her he didn't mind so much. He'd even go as far as to say he enjoyed it. "Any excuse to stare at that nice face of yours longer."

'The same could be said even more so about you, darling.' Is what he wanted to say but consumed by his own nerves he let them get the best of him. "Usually I find myself too busy to," he started, noticing her face drop, "However I can always make exceptions for ladies of such high beauty as yourself, princess." She smiled, heading over to the empty table that Kyoya rarely hosts at. She sat on the couch across from him, fiddling and moving around as usual. (Y/n) was an unusual energetic girl who found that she couldn't sit still for more than a few seconds, which was a trait that usually drove him up the wall but when it came to her he found it to be quite cute.

“You’re not going to eat or drink anything?” (Y/n) asked, shoving her mouth with the tiny tea cakes that sat on the silver cake stand. Kyoya let a soft smile take his face as he watched her. He always kept them hidden in the back because he knew they were her favorite and they were far more expensive than anything else they served. The cakes themselves were imported from France daily which was obviously a pretty penny but, he didn’t mind. The smile on her face made it worth the extra bit of cash.

“I’m not much of a fan of sugar, it’s bad for your skin.” he stated, looking down at the little black book in his hands. She hummed processing his words before wiping her mouth off with a napkin.

“Well what do you usually drink? I wanna have the same thing as you!”

“I’m a fan of earl grey served black. No sugar, no cream.” he said. She eyed him carefully before giggling. She leaned in close, looking into his dark eyes as he stared back.

“Yeah you seem to be quite the fan of,” she cleared her throat to hide a giggle. “Black things.” Kyoya set his cup down, choking on the liquid. (Y/n) sat back in her seat satisfied, laughing loudly as she threw her head back. A few of the guests stared at her with angry eyes, upset by her mild disturbance. But, she didn’t care. She never did. Once his choking died down, she sent him a wink. “I’m only messing with you, Kyo-chan! Lightin up will yeah? Anyways I’d like to have a cup of what you're drinking. It couldn’t be too bad, right?”

Wrong, she had been deeply wrong. Kyoya smiled in amusement as she sputtered out the tea, coughing dramatically. “Is it not to your liking, dear?” he asked in a sarcastically cheerful tone.

“Like hell it is! This shit is gross.” she began to pout, pushing the cup away from her. “I’d like my usual back please.” she said, looking up at him. He felt his face heat up slightly as he nodded his head, grabbing her cup before heading off with it. He searched the shelves carefully before finding her usual and preparing the way he knew she liked it. Too much sugar and too much cream. He chuckled at the thought, 'it suits her.'

(Y/n) smiled as he returned with her cup taking a sip as she let out a sigh of content. "As much as I'm enjoying my time with you today, my lady, I'm curious about your sudden shift. You always without a doubt choose the twins." He questioned, watching as she delicately set her cup down on the wooden table. He admired her presence. She was graceful but in a way he had never seen before, unique just like everything else about her.

"Do you want the real answer or the fake answer?" She questioned, biting the inside of her cheek nervously. Kyoya had a split second of a confused look before offering her another smile.

"Honestly is the best policy, my dear."

"Well- you see- ugh!" She huffed, slouching back in her seat. He couldn't help but find it adorable how the big ugly yellow dress swallowed her whole during that action. "I always wanna request for you Kyo-chan but you always seem so busy, so distant. I figured I'd let you have your own peace." She leaned forward on her hand as she rested her elbow on the table. "And besides, I've seen you reject to host much prettier girls so why would you host me?"

Kyoya's eyes widened at the (h/c) haired girls announcement. Prettier girls, than her? Too busy, for her? He chuckled some catching the girl's attention. Before she could ask him what was up he began to speak. "I don't mean to laugh in your face princess but I think you've got it twisted." He stood up, pulling the girl close to his chest. The other host watched with wide eyes and their mouths open at Kyoya's uncharacteristic behavior. "There are no prettier girls nor is there anyone I'd rather spend my time with," he tilted her head up bringing his face closer to hers, "Than you." (Y/n) stood there breathless at his words. Her eyes gleamed brightly at his confession.

"Are you busy this weekend?" She asked him faintly.

"Well, I'd have t-"

"Well now you're not. Take me on a date." His eyes widened at her forwardness before laughing softly. She did have a way of doing that, leading the way in any conversation no matter what the topic.

"Are you asking me or telling me?" He teased, pulling back from his hold to push his glasses up his nose. "Either way, alright dear. How could I say no to you?"

Tamaki watched from a far with a hand over his heart, genuine tears falling out of his eyes. In all his time he had known Kyoya, he had never seen him passionate about much of anything. To see his friend so sure of himself, so content in his emotions moved him. Thank god for the sun that had taken away Kyoya from his rainy days.

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Beware the clearance sale: Cartographer’s Hat

Josh had just finished university. He had never really studied hard, preferring partying and working-out to studying, but with a degree in business, he reckoned that he would have no trouble getting a job, not that he was in a hurry to get one. Josh first and foremost wanted adventure, but with lockdown preventing overseas travel he was confined to his home town, with only local hiking trails to satisfy him. Though these were not his first choice, Josh decided to do one anyway out of sheer boredom. 

Lacking the hiking boots he needed, yet unable to afford new ones, Josh turned to a  finding a pair secondhand. After looking through two hospice shops, Josh gave up and began driving home, but on the way back he was surprised with a store that he could swear he had never seen before, despite living in the town near his whole life. Curious, Josh decided it wouldn't hurt to try look one more time before quitting his search. The shop was shabbier than the ones he had previously gone to, smelling like a mix of old cloth and some artificial lemon air-freshener, he found here what he had been looking for: a pair of hiking boots. They were in pretty good shape to, for second hand and looked just the right size for his feet. as he was just about to pick them up, an employee came up to him

“We’ve got a clearance special on those ones”

“Oh?” “ Josh asked “How much?”

“Free.” They replied

Josh’s brow furrowed “What?”

“Honestly, We need to make room for more items. Were overflowing out back. any item in this section is free, as long as you buy two or more”

Josh was taken back, how weird was this, “giving out free stuff, ridiculous! even if it is second hand”, he thought, though he was never one to question a good thing. Looking around he saw nothing but assorted junk, “I’ll get this hat as well then” he said, picking it up for the sole reason that it was what was closest to him, but when he looked back up to the employee, they were gone. 

Suddenly, Jake was not in control of himself. He felt his arms involuntarily reaching up to his head and placing the hat onto it. As soon as it was there, Jake felt a wave nausea across his whole body. He tried looked around at the store, taken aback by this sudden weirdness, but could not see anyone, and as quickly as it had come, the nausea faded and his movement returned. Immediately he tried to remove the hat, but try as he might it did not budge one bit. More annoyed than anything, he decided to go find that employee and to what was happening, was this some prank? That idea angered him. He walked towards the back room of the shop, though unbeknownst to him, with each step his body was expanding a little bit more. A layer of fat began to soften his well-maintained abs, his thighs widened as his ass plumped up. By the time he had made his way across the room, he was nearly unrecognizable from who he had been moments before, though Josh only noticed his new heft when his expanding ball gut broke open the front of his favorite shirt 

“What the fu---” another wave of nausea hit him, twice as intense as the last. suddenly Josh felt an itching all across his face. By the time the waves were over, his only thought was to see himself in a mirror. he ran to the changing rooms of the store, his unfamiliar weight making his every movement feel awkward and alien. when he touch his face, and felt the unfamiliar yet unmistakable scratch of stubble across his jaw. 

“Oh god” he muttered, Jake hated beards, thinking of them as untidy and ugly. By the time he saw himself in the changing room mirror, his worst fears were realized. Across his swollen face small wiry black hairs were emerging, growing at a rate that should be impossible, but there it was, happening, right in front of him to his very face. By the time the growth slowed, Jake felt like he was about to cry. Before he could though, another wave pulsated over him, though instead of nausea this time it was deep pleasure. Jake's member was at once standing, tall and girthy as a ship’s mast, its head pressing into the ball-gut above it. All of Jakes fear melted away, replaced by only one thing. He reached down, feeling his sensitive member, watching the stranger in the mirror copy his actions. Each touch, every tug sent pleasure rolling across his new body. Josh was so entrapped in his pleasure that he didn't notice the features of his face begin to morph, his nose shrinked and his cheekbones widened, his face began to show signs of age, maturing Josh from his early twenties to his late 40′s. His eyesight began to blur, coinciding with the appearance of thick-lensed glasses on the stool behind him. All this was lost to him though as he kept hammering away at himself, he barely even noticed that with each stroke, his shaft was getting smaller in length, though the loss was made up for by thickness acquired with every one of of his new tool’s pulsing's. His new body was sweating like crazy and had begin to stink up the room with the the sharp tang of sweat combined with the musty smell that his cock was starting to give of. Joshes cleaning habits having apparently become more lax as he aged. After what felt like a blissful eternity, he could not hold himself any longer and shot his seed all across the mirror. As he was lost in the pleasure of his new body, the world outside the changing room began to change itself. Gone was the store, and replacing it was a humid, lush tropical rainforest. 

When Josh had grouped himself together again, he noticed that behind him hung up was a cheap suit, blue bowtie, worn trousers and an explorers coat. All his other clothes being destroyed by his transformation, Josh had no choice but to put these impractical clothes on, not failing to notice a new, cloying heat. He also noticed that beyond the room he could hear birds he had never heard before and a river sloshing by. Perplexed by this, he staggered outside to investigate. The second he was out of the changing room it disappeared from existence with a *pop*, leaving  Josh alone in the vast rainforest.

Josh, it turns out, got the adventure that he always wanted; though not in the way that he hoped, or in the form the he expected.