#yoy chip

[fritolaycorporation]

yoy chip

Thanks for the suggestion! Here at the frito-lay corporation we take our customer’s feedback very seriously, and thus we will be making a new product called “yoy chip” very soon! Get ready to enjoy the new crispy crunch of the “yoy chip” coming to shelves near 🫵 you!

[crushedprostate]

incredible image chip made

[viktortittiforov]

headcanon that chris uses curaprox toothpaste and it is primarily because of this line. it's not a secret either. any chance he gets he loves to say "curaprox provides you with swiss premium oral care. christophrox provides you with swiss premium oral." he's very proud of that tagline.

[bizlybebo]

in relation to gillion top surgeon i got a couple funny ideas

-niklaus being ever knowing meets chip in his dreams and was like "well, thats one way to not need a deal from me"

-also regarding desire daddy, he actually didnt know about the top surgery being done by gill so hes very shocked by it

"ah, i see you got the surgery you hoped for." "yeah, gillion isnt-" "wait, GILLION? young tidestrider-" "yeah he cut off my boobs long story" "HE WHAT"

-ollie and gill both dont actually know about top surgery and think thats how it works. jay explains jy to them both when (trans oliver moment) asks gillion to do it for him and he almost does

-gillion is upset by losing the sword cause its how he beat one of chips demons (dysphoria)

-gillion is impressed as mr. ferins "titty strength" when his sword gets stuck in his chest and his boobs stay fine

last one but like i think itd be funny if somehow gillions boobs are from chip and he became charlie slimecicle tit size from it

enjoy im not letting the bit go ever

SOTP THESE ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY

niklaus being capable of just. magicking ur tits away is such a funny concept.

HE JUST. BREAKS CHARACTER WHEN HE FINDS OUT GILLION DID IT FOR HIM THOUGH. he goes from being his usual slutty self to purely shocked and appalled. chip refuses to elaborate

TRANS OLIVER MOMENT TRANS OLIVER MOMENT YOURE SO RIGHT!!!

gillion's sword removed the tits of one and got stuck in the tits of another </3

yeah on that last one. each top surgery he performs his boobs grow more powerful. he is charlie slimecicle tit sized ur so right (why am i the way that i am)

[trainerethan]

Thinking about reguri with their nails painted. I think the idea of one of the younger trainers they meet (one of johtrio/Alola kids) getting them into painting them is really cute. Reds would chip off really fast bc he's always out doing field work or just adventuring in general. Greens might last longer when he's doing mostly indoor work for the gym/research as a professor/etc but I wouldn't be surprised if she like picks at the polish without realizing it whenever he's really focused on smth and consequently has to redo it semi often.

[namelessprince]

oh fuck lovebomb started playing and it set off my fight or flight instincts

[etherealrin]

Hey! Love your works, it's really nice to read them and I just love your style💖, may I request an isagi x reader but the reader is kaiser's little sibling? It sounds fun ☺️

⋆｡˚꩜ a comprehensive tutorial on how to piss off michael kaiser in his penthouse; by yoichi isagi.

yoichi isagi just wants to hang out with you...but your brother is making it quite uncomfortable

warnings: slight violent descriptions (as a joke), michael kaiser gives you no privacy, one mention of google translated german // wc: 957

note: i was giggling the entire time writing this LMAOO imo such a funny dynamic, the rivalry goes crazy.

your bubbly laughs that echo through the penthouse allow isagi to relax, just a little bit. the environment is new to him, and he’s afraid that the smallest slip-up will result in his head being chopped off by one of the rather large, menacing butcher knives lined against the marble kitchen walls.

but what’s even more threatening is the way kaiser is glaring at him, blue gaze more piercing than any dagger.

“micha, you’re making yoi uncomfortable,” you begin, shooting the blonde haired man your own look of annoyance. you turn your attention away from the mixing bowl in front of you to interlace your fingers with yoichi’s, trying to offer him some comfort. isagi wonders if theres nervous sweat on them.

“he’s in my penthouse, with my sibling? am i meant to leave him unattended, to let this donkey roam around with free will?” kaiser huffs, arms crossing.

yikes, was he in a mood today.

“you’re calling my boyfriend a donkey?” yeah, you were ready to throw hands right there.

isagi had practically jumped for joy when you’d invited him over to bake cookies. he somehow managed to forget that you were rival’s little sibling, and that your house was technically also michael’s—of course he would own a penthouse with a city view. michael was an oddly protective elder brother, or maybe his rivalry with yoichi just ran that deeply; was it not enough for isagi to steal the soccer ball on court? did he have to steal michael’s bloodline too?

“go, um, read a psychology book or something,” you say, wanting to get your brother off the scene. “hang out with ness! i’m sure he’d love to!”

yoichi nods his head hurriedly in agreement.

“you think you two are getting rid of me that easily? that’s-“ your brother is cut off mid-scoff, his phone ringing loudly and persistently. you snicker, knowing that you were about to win.

“was zum teufel,” michael spits, picking up the line.

“no, ness, i’m busy…what? you seriously can’t drive yourself? can’t i…uh….i guess you’re right,” he seems to be arguing with ness, going back and forth.

“you two lucky idiots are getting your wish,” michael snaps as he hangs up, hurrying out the door. before it closes, a warning: “isagi, if you try anything, i’ll screw you over before you can blink twice.”

“yeah yeah, shitty rose.” yoichi’s ego gets the best of him. great, now he’d been rude to your brother in front of you!

but you don’t seem to mind, maybe you didn’t care, humming softly as you add chocolate chips to the mix.

"you need to move out," yoichi doesn't think he can visit you if this is how your brother was going to be.

“hmmm, could be worse. what if we made s’mores cookies?” you reply excitedly.

“the ones with marshmallows?”

“yep! i think i have them somewhere,” you pull him into your startling large pantry. the size is almost that of a grocery aisle, and it’s stocked with an insane amount of protein powder—likely your brother’s doing—but you find the small package of the fluffy white sweets tucked away in a corner.

except, you can’t quite get to it, the nook being far above your head.

“let me,” yoichi says, reaching up. he has to be on the tips of his toes, curse michael kaiser for being so damn tall!

as yoichi fumbles above you for a bit, he doesn’t notice the odd position he’s forced you into, your back flush against the shelves. you’re not that much shorter than him, but he’s gripping onto your shoulder for support, and the proximity makes you flustered. he smells good, crisp and clean, a hint of citrus in the mix.

with a small flop, the bag finally comes crashing down, along with yoichi’s balance. he lets out a startled yelp, hurriedly latching onto your other shoulder.

oh.

you blink, fazed by his deep aquamarine eyes, and the way that your noses are practically touching. his breath is ticklish, irregular from the earlier struggle, and a cherry red blush painted across his entire face.

you’re both too scared to move, stuck in the haze, should you move? closer? maybe further?

it’s like that for an agonizingly long second—still—until yoichi chooses for the both of you, his fingertips make contact with your jaw and they’re warm, hot like the kiss he suddenly pulls you into.

you’re far too eager to reciprocate, hands finding their way into his soft dark locks. the cookie batter stays neglected on the sleek white countertop, both of you distracted and lost in another world.

when your lungs threaten to implode from lack of air, that’s when you pull away, gasping softly.

your boyfriend’s face is ten times redder now.

“sorry, i- i should’ve asked first,” yoichi stammers, flustered and unable to meet your eyes.

“it’s fine, i like you when you’re confident, yoi,” you smile, twisting a strand of his hair.

you fail to notice how the front door had opened, and you’re greeted with michael kaiser standing in the hallway, gawking at the two of you.

“why’s he in my pantry?” michael’s pissed now. “of all damn places, could you two not make out in the middle of my protein powder? seriously, that is gross. i won’t be able to drink that shit now!”

“oops,” you giggle. “you’re just upset that you don’t have someone.” your brother lets out an indignant huff, ready to start hell as he marches closer. you’re still snickering.

unfortunately, yoichi cannot find any of this nearly as funny as you do—no, he’s already thinking about the hell your brother’s going to give him during the game tomorrow, convinced that both of the kaisers would be the death of him.

a/n: michael says "what the hell" in german, i just wanted to make it diverse idk. like genuinely isagi is lucky if he makes it through the week dating a kaiser sibling...kaiser is not giving his blessing for the wedding LMFAO

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[florihaei]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 .ᐟ ✦ ──── ꒰ 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 ꒱

( 나재민 ) — ۟ 𝜗𝜚 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

──── .✦ in which — ꒰ you thought jaemin was just your plug, someone haechan introduced you to, nothing more. but he made you feel special, calling you “my baby” and treating you like you were the only one. as things got deeper, so did your feelings… and your doubts. you pulled away, hoping the distance would help. but when jaemin finds out you’ve been with someone else, and that someone else was mark. he realizes he can’t lose you. because to him, it was always just you, and now he’s ready to prove it.

⟡ 𓂃 - drama - fluff/angst, suggestive themes, drug use (mentions of weed) jealous jaemin, possessive jaemin, brief mentions of drinking, kissing!!, mentions of haechan and mark, haechan is your best friend!, mark is also a friend?/not really?, pet names : pretty girl, angel, my baby.

wc .ᐟ : 4.4k ₊ ˖ ་. !! not proffered !! ( 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐈’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐓 )

⟡ 秋 autum’s note ︵ ︵ ིྀ - this story has been in my drafts since march of 2024 and im just now finishing!, had to redo some parts, but i hope everyone enjoys!!, please give feedback as i actually want to see how you guys like i!, but anyways enjoy!

©florihaei 2025 ꒰ do not rewrite, copy, repost, or translate any of my works without permission ۟

͏ï๑ — reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! ✿

the first time you met jaemin, it wasn’t by choice. haechan, your chaotic yet endearing friend, had dragged yoy along to the party you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to attend. the music was loud, the lights to dim, and the air heavy with the unmistakable scent of smoke and something stronger. it was kind of a scene that felt a little dangerous but equally thrilling.

the music at haechan’s apartment was loud, the bass shaking the walls as you stood there awkwardly near the kitchen counter.

“don’t be boring” he’d said, practically dragging you here. “you need to meet people.

you sipped from your drink in your hand, scanning the room. it was full of strangers laughing, dancing, and talking in groups. you’d tried mingling earlier but quickly felt out of place. haechan, ture to his word, had introduced you to a few people, but none of them stuck around long enough for a real conversation.

that’s when you saw him.

he was leaning against the far wall, dressed in all black, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead. he had a lazy sort of confidence, his eyes scanning the room with mild interest as he took a sip from his drink. there was something about him that drew your attention, something magnetic.

“haechan!” you said, tugging on your friend’s sleeve as he passed by.

“what’s up?” he asked, barely looking up at you as he shoved another handful of chips into his mouth.

“who’s that?” you asked, nodding towards the guy against the wall.

haechan followed your gaze and smirked. “that’s jaemin, why? you interested?”

you rolled your eyes. “i’m just curious.”

“uh huh..” he said knowingly. “c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

before you could protest, haechan was already leading across the room. as you approached, jaemin’s eyes flickered to yours, and for a moment, it felt like the room had gone silent. his gaze was intense, his lips curling into a small smirk as he took in your hesitant expression.

“jaem” haechan said, slapping him on the shoulder. “this is my friend, be nice to her.

haechan raised a brow. “yeah okay..”

“this is jaemin” haechan said smirking. “this guy is to go to when… you need anything”

jaemins eyes never left yours. he extended a hand, his lips curving into a small smile . “and who is this again?”

“she’s with me” haechan said before you could respond

you shot haechan a glare “i can speak for myself thanks” you turned back to jaemin, taking his hand. “im—“

“pretty girl..�� he interrupted, his smile widening “that’s what i’ll call you”

the nickname caught you off guard, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. you tried to play it cool, but the way his gaze lingered on you, made your heart race

“okay, jaemin” you said pulling your hand back. “nice to meet you”

his smile turned into a smirk “the pleasure is mine, pretty girl”

—

over the next few weeks, you and jaemin started seeing more of eachother. at first, it was casual, just run ins at haechan’s parties or the occasion text exchange when on of you needed something. but somehow, the interactions became more frequent and more personal

it started with late night texts…

jaem🤍: “what’s my pretty girl up to??”

pretty girl💝:”studying☹️, what about you?”

jaem🤍:” thinking about you, want to come over?”

pretty girl💝:”your bold😭”

jaem🤍:”always.. so are you coming over pretty?”

you hesitated the first few times he invited you over, but eventually, curiosity got the better of you. the first time you went to his place , you were surprised at how cozy it was . the furniture was minimal, and his space was neat, noting like the chaotic energy he often exuded

“ah, so you thought I was a slob?” he teased, closing the door behind you.

“maybe a little” you admitted, smirking

“we’ll.., now you know better” he said, gesturing towards the couch. “make yourself comfortable pretty girl”

from then on , it became a routine, you’d show up at his place after a long day, sometimes with snacks or drinks, and the two of you would hang out. at first, you sit awkwardly on the opposite ends of the couch, unsure of how to navigate this dynamic. but as the weeks went by , the space between you seemed to shrink

—

one night, you were sitting cross legged on the couch, scrolling through netflix while jaemin sprawled beside you, his arm draped over the back of the couch

“what are we watching?” he asked, his voice low and lazy.

“something light” you said. “im too tired for anything serious”

jaemin leaned closer, peering at the screen. “how about this one?”

you glanced at the title and laughed. “a rom com?, really?”

“why not?” he said, smirking “im a sucker for a good love story “

you raised a eyebrow, amused. “i didn’t see you as a romantic type”

jaemin’s smirked soften into a small smile “you’d be surprised pretty”

there was something in his tone that made your heard skipped a beat, but you quickly looked away, pretending to focus ok the screen.

as the movie started, jaemin shifted closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. you tired to ignore the warmth that spread through you at the contact, but it was impossible when he leaned in to whisper a comment about the movie, his breath tickling your ear.

“you’re distracting” you said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably

“am i?” he muttered, his tone teasing.

you turned the glare at him, but the look in his eyes made your breath catch. he was closer than you realized, his gaze locked on yours.

“do you want me to stop pretty?” he asked, his voice softer now.

you hesitated for a moment before shaking your head. “no..”

jaemin lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he leaned back slightly, his arm brushing against yours shoulder as he settled back into the couch.

—

another night, you found yourself in his kitchen, rummaging through his cabinets.

“do you ever have food in this house?” you called out, your voice landed with mock annoyance.

jaemim appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smirk. “why would i stock food when you bring mw snacks every time you come over?”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re impossible”

“and yet you’re still here” he said, stepping closer

you turned to face him, crossing your arms. “maybe i just feel bad for you”

“sure you do..” he said, his smirk softening into a playful grin. “admit it angel, you like being here”

you didn’t respond but the warmth spreading across your cheeks gave you away.

jaemin chuckled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “thought so angel”

—

the realization hit you like a cold splash of water on evening as you sat alone in your room, scrolling through your phone. a photo on social media caught your eye, jaemin, smiling with some girl you didn’t recognize. she was leaning a little too close to him, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

your stomach twisted.

there was no caption, just a tag that lead to her profile. you hesitated for a moment before clicking on it, scrolling through her post. she was pretty.. no, she was stunning, and judging by the photos she and jaemin had spent time together recently.

you told yourself it didn’t mean anything. you weren’t exclusive, you both had never said that yoy couldn’t be with other people. but his words “whatever my baby wants, she gets” ringed in your ear, now tingled with doubt.

for days the thought lingered, gnawing at you. every time your phone buzzed with a text from jaemin, your heart would leap, but then you’d remember that photo, and the doubt would creep back in. were you hurt another girl to him?, what’s he treating her the same way he treated you?

—

you starred to pull away slowly. at first it was subtle, ignoring his text a little longer than usual, making excuses when he asked you to come over.

jaem🤍 : “what’s my pretty girl been up to tonight?”

you : “busy sorry.”

jaem🤍 : “busy doing what?”

you : “just stuff.”

you could also feel his confusion through the phone. he wasn’t used to you being so distant. normally, you’d jump at the chance to see him.

—

the next time he called, you let it ring. and the next time, and the time after that.

“hey angel.” his voicemail began, his voice tingled with concern. “i haven’t heard from you in a while, are you okay?, call me back.”

you didn’t …

instead, you stated spending more time with haechan and his group of friends, it wasn’t intentional at first, you just needed a distraction, and haechan was always good at keeping your mind off of things, that’s how you found yourself hanging out with mark more often.

mark was sweet, the kind of guy who always made sure everyone felt included. he didn’t tease you like jaemin did, but his quiet attentiveness was a welcome change. he’d listen when you talked, nodding thoughtfully, his smile warm and genuine.

one evening, you were sitting on haechan’s couch, laughing at something mark had said, when your phone buzzed on the coffee table. jaemin’s name lit up on the screen, but you ignored it, focusing instead on mark’s story about some embarrassing thing haechan had done.

haechan noticed that missed call and raised an eyebrow. “aren’t you going to answer that?”

you shook your head. “it’s not important.”

haechan didn’t press further, but you caught the curious glances he exchanged with mark.

—

jaemin was restless, he leaned back on his couch, his phone in his hand, scrolling through your contact for the tenth time that day. he’d called, text, and even sent a causal. “where are you angel?” in hopes that you’d respond.

but you didn’t.

a sense of unease settled into his chest, gnawing at him with every passing moment. you’d been distant for weeks, and he didn’t like it, not one bit.

finally, he couldn’t take it anyone. he dialed haechan’s number, pressing the phone to his ear as he paced the room.

“yo” haechan answered after the third ring, his tone light and distracted.

“where is she?” jaemin demanded.

haechan pauses. “she who?”

jaemin rolled his eyes. “don’t play dumb with me donghyuck, you know exactly who i am talking about.”

there was a beat of silence before haechan sighed. “you mean your little ‘pretty girl’ what’s going on with you two?, i thought you had her wrapped around your finger?

jaemin’s jae clenched at the teasing tone. “she’d been avoiding me. not answering my calls, not texting back. and i know you know something, so spill.”

haechan chuckled. “man, you sound stressed, relax. maybe she’s just busy.”

“she’s not just ‘busy’” jaemin snapped. “she’s been pulling away. i can feel it.”

haechan sighed again, and jaemin could hear the faint sound of a chair creaking. “alright, fine i did hear something”

“what?” jaemin stopped pacing, his grip on the phone tightening.

“well..” haechan stared, dragging the word out just to irritate him. “she’s been spending a lot of time with mark lately.”

jaemin’s stomach dropped, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. “mark?” he says finally, his voice low and dangerous.

“yeah they’ve been hanging out. noting crazy, just talking, grabbing coffee. you know normal stuff.”

jaemin’s mind raced. he didn’t know weather to feel angry or hurt - or both. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“because i didn’t think it was a big deal” haechan replied, his tone almost defensive. “it’s not like you two are dating or anything.”

jaemin’s jaw clenched. “that doesn’t matter. she’s mine.”

haechan let out a low whistle. “wow.. possessive much? maybe you should tell her that instead of assuming she just knows.”

“i shouldn’t have to” jaemin muttered, but even as he said it, he knew that haechan was right.

“look man..” haechan said, his voice softening slightly. “if you care about her that much, just talk to her. figure out what’s going on. but don’t go up blowing mark. it’s not his fault she’s spending time with him”

jaemin didn’t respond, his mind already made up.

“jaem” haechan called out, his tone warning. “don’t do anything stupid.”

“i won’t” jaemin said, though the edge in his voice suggested otherwise.

“sure you won’t” haechan muttered under his breath before hanging up.

jaemin stared at his phone, his mind replaying haechan’s words. the thought of you with mark made his chest tighten, jealousy burning through him.

you were his, weather you realized it or not. and he wasn’t about to let anyone else take his place.

with renewed determination, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. it was time to make things clear.

—

it was late in the evening when you heard a knock on your front door. at first, you thought bout ignoring it, but the knocking became annoying.

when you opened it, there he was. jaemin stood in your doorway, his expression a mixture of frustration, determination, and something softer, something vulnerable.

“why have you been avoiding me angel?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with hurt.

you crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. “i’ve been busy.”

“busy?” he repeated, stepping inside without waiting for a invitation. “too busy to answer my calls? to busy to answer my calls?, to busy to text me back?”

you turned away, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your hands were trembling. “i didn’t think it mattered”

he scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “didn’t matter? are you kidding me?”

you stayed silent, unsure of how to respond.

jaemin steeped closer, his presence impossible to ignore. “look at me” he said softly. when you didn’t move, he reached out, gently tilting your chin until your eyes met his.

“you’ve been hanging out with mark” he said, his voice quieter now.

your brows furrowed. “why does that matter? we’re not exclusive jaemin.”

his jaw tightened, and he took a deep breath as if trying to keep his emotions in check. “maybe we never said it out loud, but you know you’re mine, don’t pretend you don’t feel it.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you forced yourself to stay guarded. “how can i be yours when im not sure im the only one?”

jaemin’s eyes widened slightly, and for moment he looked genuinely hurt. “what?”

“you’re charming jaemin, you call me all these sweet names, but i just.. can’t help but wonder.. do you say those things to everyone?”

he stared at you to a moment, his expression unreadable. then without a word he took your hand and led you to the couch.

“sit” he said firmly.

you hesitated but either way you complied, watching as he kneeled in front of you, his hands resting your your knees.

“listen to me” he began, his voice steady and sincere. “i know i can come off a certain way, i know i flirt and tease, and maybe i’ve given you reasons to doubt me. but when i call you my angel, my pretty girl, my baby.. that’s just for you.”

your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.

“i don’t know how to say this without sounding like a idiot” he continued, running a hand through his hair. “but your the only one who gets under my skin like this. the only one who makes me feel.. like i could lose something important if i mess up…”

you felt your defense crumbing, but you still needed more. “then why didn’t you say anything before?”

jaemin sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. “because i’m an idiot. i thought i didn’t need to, i thought you knew how i felt, but seeing you pull away, and then hearing you’ve been hanging out with mark..” his voice trailed off and he looked back up at you, his eyes filled with emotions. “it made me realize i can’t take that risk, i can’t lose you.”

your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes.

“you’re not losing me” you said quietly, your voice wavering.

he let out a shaky breath, his hands squeezing your knees gently. “then don’t pull away from me again. if you have doubts tell me, i’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that you’re the only one.”

“jaemin…” you began, but he cut you off.

“no let me finish” he said, his tone firm but gentle. “im not perfect, i know i’ve made mistakes, and i’ll probably make more. but one thing i’ll never do is make you feel like you’re no enough. because you are angel, you’re more than enough.”

tears pricked in your eyes, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him, he froze for a moment before pulling you closer, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you’d slip away again.

“im sorry” you say, you whispered, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

“don’t apologize.” he said, his voice soft. “just don’t leave me in the dark again like that pretty girl..”

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look at him. his hands came up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that escaped.

“im yours” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “and you’re mine okay?”

you nodded, unable to find words to respond.

“say it” he urged, his eyes searching yours. “i need to hear you say it.”

“im yours” you said, your voice trembling but steady. “and you’re mine.”

a slow smile spread across his face, the tension in his shoulders easing. “that’s my baby” he said softly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

for the rest of the night, jaemin stayed with you, holding you close and whispering soft reassurance until the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you began the fade.

—

the next day, you woke up feeling lighter than you have in weeks. last night jaemin’s words and reassurances play on a loop in your mind. but still, a small voice whispers doubts in the back of your head. words were easy. what if they weren’t enough?

you had not thought that you would be seeing him again so soon but later that day your doorbell rang and opening it you found jaemin standing there holding a small bouquet of flowers and a very serious look on his face.

“hi” he said softly.

you blinked, taken aback. “hi.”

he stood in silence, handing you the flowers without a single word, eyes glued to yours. you took them uncertainly, heart thudding in your chest.

“get dressed angel” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

“what?”

“i’m taking you out. you’ve been questioning me, so i’m going to prove to you that you’re the only one. anything my pretty girl wants, she gets. and i want to show you just how much you mean to me.”

you stared at him, unsure of you should feel touched or skeptical. but something about the determination in his eyes made you nod. “give me ten minutes.”

—

twenty minutes later, you found yourself siting in jaemin’s car, the flowers resting on your lap, he didn’t tell you where you were going, when you asked, he just smiled.

“it’s a surprise pretty girl” he said.

after about fifteen minutes, he pulled up to a small, secluded park. you raised an eyebrow as he grabbed a large bag from the trunk and gestured for you to follow him.

“what is this?” you asked as he led you to a quiet spot under a large tee.

“just trust me” he says, setting the bag down and pulling out a thick blanket. he spread it in the grass, then stared unpacking what looked like a picnic.

“you planned this?” you asked, unable to hide your surprise.

he looked up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “i’ve been planning this since last night. i just… needed to make sure you know how serious i am.

you sat down on the blanket, watching as he pulled out an array of your favorite snake and drinks.

he reaches across the blanket, taking your hand in his. “i know i’ve been bad at showing it before, but im here now, and im not going anywhere.”

you swallow hard, your emotions threading to overwhelm you. “jaemin..”

“im not done.” he said, cutting you off gently. “I know you’re sacred. and i know i’ve given you resins to doubt me, but I don’t want you doubt me anymore.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet ouch, your eyes widened as he opened it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet with a tiny charm in the shape of a heart.

“this isn’t just some random thing” he said, holding it up. “i want you to have it because every time you look at it, i want you to remember you’re mine, and im yours, no one else’s”

your throat tightened as he fastened the bracket around your wrist, the cool metal hitting your wrist.

“i don’t need anyone else” he said softly, his fingers brushing against your wrist. “your the only one i want angel, always”

tears welled in your eyes, and you blinked them away quickly. “jaemin, you didn’t have to do all of this..”

“yes i did” he said firmly, “because your worth it, you deserve to feel special, to feel loved.. my pretty girl.”

the word hung in the air between you, and you felt your breath catch.

“love?” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

he gave you a soft smile, his eyes shining with an emotion that made your chest ache. “yeah.. loved, because that’s how i feel about you.”

you didn’t know how to respond, so you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. he held you tightly, his hands running soothingly up and down your back.

“your the only one baby..” he murmured against your hair. “always..”

in that moment l, surrounded but the quiet hun of nature and the warmth of his embrace, you finally believed him.

[v3lv3tsin]

neon nights: sim jaeyun

| pairing: sim jake x reader

| genre: idol!jake, student!reader

| warnings: smut, minors dni

| word count: 1.0k

| stefy's note: i had this scenario in my head ever since i missed this live so i've written it but never posted it, but @eeunoia reminded me of this jake and i couldn't just ignore it, but i needed to feed my delulu ass since it's valentine's day, so enjoy :)

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Sim Jaeyun.

The golden retriever of Enhypen.

Your boyfriend.

Dating Jake was both a blessing and a curse. There were ofte times when you would barely see each other due to his schedule. But he didn't want forget that it was Valentine's Day.

He was getting ready for the weverse live, while you were laying on the bed looking at him as he got dressed up. He wore an ovesized blue & white poli shirt with a pair of black denim jeans. Which were complimentary for his black hair. You would be lying to yourself to not admit that he looked like a full course meal.

You were laying on the bed, on your phone while he was on the sofa talking to the engenes. Dressed in a short black skirt with a white crop top, you made it hard for him not to stare or look over. You looked up from your phone, at him from time to time trying not to stare. He told you before the live that would be taking you out somewhere. Without any details. Just you and him.

Colorful lights from the array of arcade games flood your eyes as you step inside the arcade with Jake. You were the only ones there. Your eyes immediately laid on a stuffed animal in a claw machine.

After many failed attempts, you sulk in the corner of the arcade. Snacking on some chips you had purchased. Suddenly, you felt something bonked on your head. Jake placing the stuffed animal you had wanted on your head.

"You got it." You said smiling while hugging him tight.

"I thought it was only the right thing to do since I spent money already." His voice was soft and quiet but his giggles were loud and playful.

"You really did get it." You say smiling still not believing he actually got it for you.

"I know...I know how much you like these." Jake smiles down at you. "How will you name it?"

"I will name it Jake, since you got it for me." You say smiling.

The two of you have now spent a good three hours at the arcade together. Having a blast as usual playing games, winning prizes and eating too many snacks. The sun has started to slip down on you two, which meant your arcade time was coming to an end. After 10 minutes you found yourselves kissing passionately against a wall, behind the claw machine. The taste of your lips on his were all-consuming. He could only do these for days. But he knew that both of you needed more.

He breaks the kiss to remove your crop top, bra and panties, leaving you on in the skirt. Leaning down to kiss you once again before trailing his lips to down the collumn of your neck. The mix of sweetness and salt of your skin is addicting. The same way it has always been.

His mouth lances on you neck, sucking and licking you, knowing that he will be leavinh a mark. He couldn't help it. The need to mark you as his in any way was so alluring not to do so.

He continues his path down your body, focusing on your breasts next. He takes your nipple into his mouth, giving it the attention it deserves. Your body arches, trying to get closer. Your hand is now gripping his hair tightly, holding him to you. One day he’ll make yoi come this way, but today is not that day. He need more than that. He needed all of you. To be inside of you. To feel our bodies as one. To make you his in every way.

He releases your breast from his mouth reluctantly. His cock is now dripping with his desire for you.

"Jake, please-" The frustration in your voice caused him to smile against your skin.

He resumes his journey, placing soft kisses down your torso. The scent of you arousal calls him home. His mouth waters to taste you there, to bury his face between your thighs and make you scream until your legs shake and you can’t take any more.

When he reaches your sex, he closes his eyes, breathing you in before he takes his first taste.

Her hips raise off the wall the moment his mouth latches on to your clit. You’re as desperate for him as he for you.

He devous you , licking and sucking her until your body is writhing underneath him.

"Jake." You moan his name as your first orgasm hits and you comes against his face. He drinks down every last drop of you. He’ll never get enough of your taste.

"Fuck you’re beautiful." He says, lifting his eyes to meet yours. The satisfied look on your face is enough to make him come.

He gives your clit one last kiss, then give each of your creamy thighs a nibble before making his way back up your body. Another time, he’ll kiss every inch of you, but that will have to wait.

When he reach your mouth, he takes it roughly, unable to control himself. His cock nestles in between your warm folds. The cum that’s leaking from it mixes with your arousal. He tries to keep those thoughts at bay. His willpower is diminishing by the second. But he won’t come until he’s deep inside you.

Slowly a rhythm forms between you two, his cock sliding through your wetness, hitting your clit each time it does. Your little moans try to push him over the edge.

He breaks the kiss, wanting to see you come this time. Your eyes closed, you throw your head back as your body arches off the wall.

"Eyes on me, baby ."You obey his command, opening them and staring into his as the orgasm courses through your body.

"Happy Valentine’s day, baby." He says while kissing me passionately one last time.

"Happy Valentine’s day." You kiss him back while wrapping your hands around his neck.

© V3LV3TSIN ⎯ do not translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[nibblenephim-yum-yum]

I will give yoy homemade orange chicken

Witb potato chips in tge breading

What is this… orange chicken? And potato chips.

Also, what is that thing? I don't like it, it looks wrong >:b

[paperstreetlocal]

Hi, I really like the way you draw the fight club guys. The looks reflect the character, as I've noticed from your work. So I have a probably stupid question, what do you see in Tyler's physique? I mean, maybe you put some habits, character traits or something else into his body that isn't in the book or that is spelled out implicitly? Thanks for the reply!

ouhhh thankkk yoy so much im glad you like my designs for them. i try to keep their core characteristics while also adding onto their designs because not going to lie, i get bored drawing generic white guys....

pitt is a generally small guy, even though hes 180~cm his stature is very small and hes not much bigger than the narrator, ed is taller than him, and only way youd present him as bigger is by manipulating the camera. i do think tyler being the stronger one fits better, so instead of his boyish looks i prefer to draw him a bit tankier... stockier... depends on the day i might draw him with a bit of fat or just keep him wide and bulky. its stereotypical for douchebags.

as for the height difference, well, firstly, its cute, secondly i make him visibly shorter because it feels like a massive blow to the narrators ego that a guy shorter than him is more desirable.... or in the other sense, narrators height makes his body fat distribute in an unappealing way so tyler being more compact makes him look better . less ghoul-like

i exaggerate his tan because , again, its more fun, and also he canonically has a strong fake tan (in the movie at least) so i like to make it Super Visible to contrast wih the narrators anemic ass. tyler goes to nude beaches so i imagine he in general has no shame in sunbathing and frying himself under the sun.... now you might say, no he isnt tan, the promotional art is very pasty... those were shot before the movie. he is tan in the movie.

another thing i like is his hands ... i usually dont put effort into hands (i will one day.. specifically draw their hands) but i imagine them as calloused and stubby from either fighing or doing physical labor. again to contrast the narrators rake fingers

for all the other junk, and most of these are just consequences of his situation, or exaggerations of canon charafteristics: mullet (makes a great silhouette! the spikes are fun), ear piercings/necklaces alongside his rings, stretch marks from working out, more hair because why the fuck would he be hairless ? theres no reason for him to be... toothgap that flip flops between natural and chipped (from fighting), a small stache, i like making his eyebrows connect a bit.... freckles from the sun, random tan lines (i usually draw ones tht are boxer shaped even tho he doesnt wear boxers) and chest well. the whole movie talking about toxic masculinity anf how it can make one spiral is personal to me. so i like to project my prior experiences with it onto them and how theyd behave about it.... Also! queer people in the 90s are interesting to me

i dont keep any book characteristics for tyler (visually) because to me, thats another version of tyler i simply do not find appealing... his generic blond hair along with his pale skin is understandable, but doesnt fit the conditions of his house, or life in general, in my opinion

[lumpywhump]

Bored? Have an ask!

What are your current whump tropes you've been thinking about?

-- @whumperofworlds

tyyy for saving me from dying of boredom!!

LIVING WEAPON WHUMPEE! This is totally not bc I just watched captain America and the winter soldier...

it's just so perfect!

my favorite is the one that won't move or even think until you tell them to. They wouldn't hesitate to shoot themself if you told them to. SND WHEN YOI AKS THEM SOEMTNKGM they're so used to just being told what to do that they can't even tell someone what they want! They don't even know what they want! I saw this one post about having a living weapon in constant pain and like... AKSKKS that's so amazing! Cause like! What's causing the pain?!?!? Is it some drug that they give to whumpee? Is it some chip in their head????? And then if there is a chip in their head then when they're rescued they're still in constant pain because no one ever turned the chip off. And of course they don't tell caretaker. I mean... it's something that's been with them for ever. They expected that if they escaped then they would just have to live with it. And when caretaker finally fines out they're horrified! "Whumpee! Why didnt you say anything???" And the only way to fix it is to remove the chip with risky brain surgery. Bonus if the first decision whumpee makes is to go with the surgery. AND THEN WHENEVER THEY GET A PAIN SIMILAR TO WHAT THE CHIP DID THEN THEY GET BAD FLASHBACKS. Bonus bonus for phantom pains that cause flashbacks and then confuse caretaker bc pain = something being wrong but nothing is wrong with whumpee and causing a whole lot of confusion

[bizlybebo]

screaming. criyng. sobbing. stopping dropping and rolling. pulling keys out of the microwave so i can put you in there.

in my sad jrwi moments again.

what if chip finds arlin in the hole in the sea but hes not arlin anymore. and what if chip cant pull himself out of his grief and gillion has to drag him out kicking and screaming because that has to be arlin, how could it not be, chip couldn't have lost after all this time, all these adventures.

he gets pissed at gillion for pulling him out of certain (re)death. and gillion doesnt fight back, but he does stand firm-- he was saving chip's life. arlin is gone.

but chip is just too distraught and he abandons gillion, flinging himself back into the hole in the sea and and and augghgh.

gillion goes after him but he's not so lucky this time and he dies trying to save chip.

thus holding true to his 'everyone i love either dies or leaves me' thing.

imagine him facing jay after that.

imagine jay facing him after lizzie dies.

UHJTKRIWTJRK

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

The Day Steve Rogers Died

Chapter 1 im

(Not sure if ill continue it. This is the first thing I've written in a long time havent written )

Warnings: sad, fluff mentions of dead 18+ just incase as always. I hate the way endgame ended so i made my own version

Everyone thinks a super soikder means you cant get drunk you age at 1/3 of the rate because your cells create this protective regeneration if healing- but you do age and while yiu cant get drunk you can still get shot and while you can heal the same basics of human biology are at play. You need oxygen to live and yes h20 is an oxygen molecule. And you still need blood volume for a blood pressure and sometimes being able to heal doesn't mean you can heal fast enough.

Everyone has this romatic idea of steve. Some in the avegers were told he went back to make things right and stayed to live the life or a life he would have or might have lead of he didnt sign up.. for the wars. The general public was told that he died during the lqst fight with Thanos. But the truth was it was somewhere in between.

Maybe i shouldn't've maybe i should just tell everyone the truth heh. Steve was different. People forget he was in the war. He wasn't vain, but he knew how much he meant to people. If i had just one wish, it would be that he realized he owed nothing to anyone except himself. That he didn't feel he needed to carry the burdon not just alone but not at all. But he became a symbol of hope.

Hope it's so resiliant so pure hope can be kept alive with the tiniest bit of kindling. With just the tinniest bit hope, the proper hope, the kind thst inspires people sleep, doesn't rest and for the first time in a long time he was. ... the funny thing about hope is that sometimes, once it's shattared, those pieces can't be pjlut back like a puzzle. It's more like a mirror mo matter how hard you try putting it back together. There's always a piece of missing the smallest chip, and the mirror is never flawless again. No matter how many times i try and smile the crack and the chips are still there.

Steve, he, he didnt always know when to put the sword down. For him if this was evil in the world well the season wasnt over. And loke many acomplish athletes you learn at a young age that if you want to succeed and you are good at your position youre bkt gurt until the seqson was over. And for Steve the season laster for than 70s years.

He didnt know when to tap put when to ask for help.

He thought he was fine. He thought hed recover just like last time and he......

He told me he got looked at. I stopped counting the bruises when it reached 30 just on his arm. But i didnt lose ttack. But he, like a "good" atheleate who wanted to play he kep his shirt on so i didnt or couldt. To tell yoy the truth ill never know but i wouldve been the only one he would take his shirt off around and he didnt and i never saw the bruse that just didnt seem to get better. I wish i could say this was over a matter of months or even weeks. But no. It was days. Days and i knew steve better than that I shou-I should've i sisted kn i dont know something. I figured the man tired he has avribes and cuts and brusies and he wasnt always one to just no wear a shirt so...

But that doesnt change the ending. All the excuses in the world couldn't change the fact that he lost too much blood on the field and in his body. A small leak in his lung lettingit deflate just didnt repair fast enough, the the tear in an aorta in his stomach and he bled into him just took it took a aecond to long to heal.

Amd the day ateve rogers fell, well this man doesnt do anything hlafway. But the world knows that. He was dead not becausee of anything else but no blood pressure he just didnt have enough blood. But his ceels still.. they still worked.

When they did the autopsy his ceels wwre still working to heal the hole he bleed out from......after all they say energy isn't created... or destroyed

I dont know if steve wven knew maybe he thought it was the same thing that happened maybe ti frlt the same and he just never thought he was going to collapse un the one second of weakness where the rubberball didnt bounce, the rubberband broke. He only got half of my name out of his mouth before he collapsed. Barely a vowel, barely a consonant, and my world vanished without even a whole word being spoken.

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[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Snow!!!!

There’s snow where I am!!! (2 hour delay from school 🥳) So I’m gonna do a mini story (my first one!) for little!reader & mami!rio!

Snow days

Summary: You wake up to snow on the ground, mami back home, and work cancelled. Obviously you have to celebrate!

Trigger warnings: None as far as I know?

You yawn rolling over in your bed already knowing that this is Not going to be a good day. Mami was (still) gone and you had to work all day! Plus your coworker Sammy would be there and when you didn’t understand she didn’t help so that just added onto everything.

You sit up in your bed and realize not only are you in your little room but there’s the green blanket with flowers on it on you. You were pretty sure you had fallen asleep on the couch and the green blanket with flowers had been in mamis room…which meant she must be home! You scramble out of bed just for your feet to feel frozen when they hit the ground even with the carpet.

You peek out the window and see snow on the ground! Snow means work must be cancelled especially this much! Snow, no work, and mami? Maybe this day wouldn’t be bad after all! You run out of your bedroom only to run right into mami. She was in sweatpants and a green sweatshirt and you beam feeling all of the little feelings you had been trying to hold back take over and you hug her tight. “Mami!!!” She laughs “good morning cariño. I’m glad to have my baby back especially when there’s snow mami couldn’t miss that now could she?”

You shake your head quickly gently tugging on her sweatshirt and she smoothly picks you up setting you on her hip and taking you to the kitchen. Yoy cling to her after mami being gone for 3 days you didn’t want to let go. “Were you good while I was gone?” She asked playfully and you nod quickly “yeah!! Really good!!!”. She grinned and set you down at the table and you hold her hand as you look down at the pancakes mami had decorated to look like a snowman with whipped cream and chocolate chips. “Mami!!! so cute!!” Yoy announce happily as she begins to cut it up. “And after you eat I assume we’ll go outside right baby?” She asked and you nod eagerly bouncing in your chair “outside!!”

Might do part 2 later but I don’t know yet. (Also this is my first story so it’s pretty rough! Sorry!!)

[etherealrin]

HI TIFF!!! CONGRATULATIONS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU💖💖

I wanted to make an order for your Cloud 9 cafe! Could you do a double chocolate chip cookie (Rin Itoshi) with an Ube Latte?

(If its alright could you make the brother Isagi?)

Also I'm not very sure but if we're allowed multiple drinks could you also add a blue orangeade? If its not allowed then just make mine an ube latte please!

And i'd like it to be for here.

Thank you for reading and really congratulations!!😋🙏💕

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. shh!

your brother's best friend is frequenting your place a bit too much recently... slightly suggestive! // wc: 546

you don’t feel safe in your own house anymore. every corner you turn, he’s there. every morning, he’s ringing your doorbell and your older brother yoichi always forces you to let him in. 

even though itoshi rin is clearly and has always been yoichi’s best friend, you’re still an awkward, blushing mess around him. it doesn’t help that he invites himself over without warning, and he’s getting far too comfortable with your family. 

because what the hell is he doing walking around shirtless, hair dripping wet with water? you have to stifle a scream when you walk in on him, lounging on your sofa, abs on full display. 

“hey,” rin offers you, attention focused on the tv screen in front of him. 

“hi,” you squeak out, trying and failing not to stare at him. you settle for looking at his arms instead, which was a mistake. his biceps should not look that good simply holding a nintendo switch controller.

“it’s super smash bros. wanna play?” he asks, pausing his game to look up at you. his azure eyes aren’t giving you much of a choice, all you can do is nod wordlessly. you’ve always had this sort of quiet friendship with him. there’s not much to be said between you two, just the company of one another—except rin’s making it really difficult today. 

“you’re staring.” he notes. it’s only been a few minutes since you sat down next to him. 

“you’re shirtless,” you shoot back. “and just so you know, yoichi’s not home until another hour.”

“no shit, sherlock,” he mutters, sneaking a glance at you. you freeze under his attention, suddenly self conscious in your tiny shorts and oversized t-shirt. “what, you think i came over just to use your shower and wait for your brother?”

“um, yeah?” your voice quakes. please please please let yoichi stay away from the house right now.

rin scoffs, shaking his head. 

“y’know, you can be quite dense sometimes. i guess it runs in the family,” he whispers voice low and leaning into your left ear. you feel his bangs, still damp, grazing your face. “we’re not kids anymore. if you want me, just say it.” his hands ghost across your face, delicately, like he’s asking for your permission.

and yeah, yoichi has told you a couple thousand times not to mess with his best friend.

but he never said anything about rin being the one to make the first move. 

so you fold, letting rin slot his lips against yours. his hands find your hair and you tug him closer...

you’re not sure how much time has passed when you both jump at the creaking sound of your front door. 

“shit,” you mumble. “that’s yoi.”

“shhh!” rin shushes you, one finger to your lips, which are now slightly swollen from before. “he’ll never know.” he untangles his hands from you, straightening his hair and thrusting the video game controller back in your hands—just as your brother walks by. 

“rin! you’re early,” yoichi exclaims, oblivious. 

“yeah, my match ended faster than expected," rin replies indifferently, loading up the game again. 

“well, sorry to keep you waiting with my boring sibling. i’ll be right back down,” your brother says, heading up the stairs to his room. but the second he’s out of earshot, rin’s whispering to you again.

“round two, my place? don’t tell yoichi.”

ılılılılılılı now playing: shhh by kiss of life, i can see you by taylor swift

a/n: hello! thank you so much for the sweet wishes, i'm sorry it's taking me a while to write! thank you for waiting, and i love this request LOL <3

cafe orders. cloud 9 cafe! regular masterlist.