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thirty one — operation y/n & jeonghan

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

genre: tiny angst, fluff

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a/n: i am so so sorry for being away for a while, i had some illness in the family that needed to take priority and then i became ill with a horrible cold that lasted a while 😔 everything is okay now and i am back. i will be updating a lot more plus i have a jun sm au coming out soon. i will release the intro to it when wopca is close to finished ❣️ i missed you guys and i love u sm, thank u for being so patient with me ❣️

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heyy bby, im dreaming with jisung weed dealer for so long i would love that if you could do it !! kisses luv 💋💋

high on you ; hjs

author’s note: thank you so much for requesting something to me! i’m sorry if anything that’s written here is inaccurate lol, i now nothing about weed and stuff like that 🙏 hope this lives up to your expectations, x 🫧

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader;

rating: m, s;

wc: 2,9k;

tw: jisung’s your weed dealer; smoking weed; fingering (f receiving); they’re in a car so i guess a little bit of exhibitionism; han calls reader a slut during sexy-time but it’s okay because she likes it; reader calls him hanji 🥺; they talk about kids in the end; suggestive ending;

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🗺️: i am not a native english speaker so please let me know if you spot any mistakes/typos/anything!

mature content under the cut so minors dni! 🤨

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He’s holding the small, transparent plastic bag above his head, out of your reach as he smirks at you cockily. 

“This is the third time you hit me up this month.” Jisung points out. “I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me, babe.”, the pet name rolls off his tongue so naturally it makes you scoff and cross your arms over your chest. 

“Am not.”, you roll your eyes at him as you make a scarce attempt at reaching the plastic bag in his hand. He chuckles as he watches you miserably failing. “Am obsessed with that’s inside that bag, tho. Give it to me.”, you growl, frowning. 

That stupid smirk won’t disappear from Jisung’s face, and it’s starting to annoy you. “Addiction is not good, babe. The way you’re acting is making me wonder whether I should give this to you.” Jisung teases. 

“I’m not addicted to this stuff.”, you shot back, offended by his assumption. “It just helps me relax.”

It’s true - it does help you relax. Though, it’s not the real reason why you keep coming back to him. It sounds ridiculous when you think about it - falling for your dealer. However, you fell for him - you fell hard. You don’t even like weed that much, if you think about it, you keep on buying that stuff because it’s the only thing that somehow links you to him. It’s stupid, you’re aware of that, but that’s just how much Han Jisung has you wrapped around his finger.

“Okay then.” Jisung smirks. “That’ll be fifty bucks, babe.”, he says. 

You look at him with wide eyes, mouth slowly agape. “Fifty?”, you squeak. “I don’t have that much money! You sold me the same amount for twenty bucks last time!”, you argue. 

“What can I do?”, he shrugs, waving the plastic bag in the air, still out of your reach - even economically now. “That’s how the market works, I don’t dictate the rules, babe.”

You whine, letting out a heavy sigh, defeated. You can’t afford spending fifty bucks on that shit - not when you’re drowning in bills and delayed payments. If what Jisung said is true, that means you’re gonna have to stop calling him - you’re gonna have to cut him off for good. 

“Whatever.”, you bite your cheek, a bit annoyed. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”, you turn around in order to leave, but he grabs you by the wrist, making you turn to face him. 

“I thought you wanted it.” Jisung says. “Thought you were obsessed with this.”, he mocks you, still grinning cockily, mimicking the quotation marks with his fingers. Annoying. 

You glare at him. “Stop.”, you growl. “I mean, there isn’t much I can do. It’s too expensive and I can’t afford it right now.”, you let your arms fall down your sides. “I guess our paths part here, Han Jisung. I’ll see you around.”

He grabs you by the wrist once again, making you snap your head up at him as he lowers his hand - the hand that’s holding the little plastic bag, and places it in your hand. You look at him confused, brows furrowed. 

“What does this mean? I told you I can’t afford it.”

“Consider this as a gift from the house, babe.” Jisung smirks, before turning around - walking away from you without uttering another word. 

You look at him dumbfounded, bag in your hand, gaze switching from it to Jisung and then back to the bag, then again back to Jisung. “Wait!”, you shout, making him stop right in his tracks. He turns his body to look at you. You quickly walk towards him, waving the plastic bag in front of his face. “I’ll accept that only if you smoke one with me.”

He looks taken aback - this is new. He doesn’t usually do stuff like this - he just sells it, he never smokes it with his clients. “It’s not professional.”, his friend once said. As if being a weed dealer is even a profession, Jisung can’t help but think. Eventually, he figures out he’s got nothing to lose - it’s just weed, he’s done it a million times before.

“Okay.”

Fifteen minutes later you’re in the backseats of Jisung’s car, in an empty parking lot in the proximity of your place, car windows down so that the vehicle won’t smell like weed once you’re done. You watch him as he takes his time in rolling the blunt, licking the paper slowly, almost sensually. You wonder how come he looks so fucking attractive even when licking a stupid piece of paper - but that’s not the focus. 

“Y/N?”, his voice shakes you off of your thoughts, holding the joint between his fingers and a lighter in his other hand. 

“No, you do it.”, you tell him. 

He chuckles. “Why, feeling shy all of a sudden?”, he teases, bringing the joint to his lips. 

“No, it’s just - I wanna see you do it.”, you admit - you hope he doesn’t notice the way you’re practically drooling over him as he lights the joint, kicking his head back as he breaths out the smoke, the familiar scent filling up your nostrils. 

“God, I missed this.”, he sighs, eyes closed as he fills his lungs with smoke. “It’s been a while.”, he comments, before handing you the joint, which you gladly accept and bring to your lips, doing exactly what he did. 

“How come?”, you ask him, breathing out the smoke as well. “Are you cutting down?”, you ask him. 

He shakes his head, taking the joint from you - fingers brushing against yours, and it makes you shiver. You can feel the familiar tingle between your legs, and you can’t believe you’re getting turned on just because of a slight touch, that sounds pathetic. Your stupid crush on your dealer is pathetic, but it’s not like you can help it. 

“Kinda.”, he shrugs. “I mean, it’s not that I can keep on smoking this shit forever, you know?”, he observes. 

You hum, not really knowing what to say. If Jisung were to stop smoking weed, it’d mean he’d eventually stop selling it too, which would mean that you’d have no reason to contact him anymore in the first place. It’s not like you have anything in common - you don’t share classes together, you don’t even share the same group of friends. He’s a friend of your friend, tho, and that’s how you met him. Not a close friend, however, so it’s not like you’d see him around. 

“Yeah, I get it, that’s exactly how I feel about this.”, you agree with him. 

Jisung passes you the joint, eyes on your lips as he observes the way your lips close around the filter, wrapping around it as you inhale another drag. “I thought you were obsessed with weed.”, he comments, not tearing his eyes off of you as he watches you kick your head back as well. “You’ve been hitting me up like crazy lately. Didn’t think you would be cutting down on weed anytime soon.”, he adds. 

You chuckle - if only he knew. You’re not obsessed with weed, you’re obsessed with him. 

“You’re what?” Jisung asks in a high-pitched voice, looking at you with wide eyes. 

Fuck, there’s no way you actually said that out loud, is there? No, it can’t be possible, you must’ve imagined it. But the way he’s staring at you, kinda shocked, is telling you otherwise. To be honest, you’re as shocked as he is - you weren’t planning on saying that, what is wrong with you?

“I haven’t said anything.”, you try to bluff, but he doesn’t fall for it. 

“Yeah, your lying game is shit.”, he comments. “Now - say that again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, you shrug, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with him. 

“I’m talking about…” Jisung shifts in his place, now sitting just a couple of inches away from you as gently grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him - both yours and his eyes are slightly red, but neither of you are too high. “You saying you’re obsessed with me.”, he repeats your words. “Is it true?”, he asks - it’s like he wants you to give in. 

That you do. If you think about it - what is there for you to lose? It’s not like you two are close anyways. It’s like you’re stuck in a limbo with him - so you decide to be brave and just say what’s been in your mind for the past weeks. 

“Of course it’s true.”, you let out a nervous chuckle. “I don’t even like this shit.”, you point at the joint you’re holding between your fingers. “I just buy it so that I can see you.”

“So I was right when I said you’re obsessed with me.”, he smirks cockily and you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. “That explains why you been calling me so often.”, he teases.

You scoff again, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Aw, don’t be like that, babe. I’m just teasing you.”, he takes the joint from your hand, bringing it to his lips once again. “Besides,” he breathes out the smoke and leans closer to whisper something in your ear “I’m obsessed with you too.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you pull away to stare at him with wide eyes. Is he for real or is he saying that just to mock you or worse - lead you on? 

“You are?”, you whisper - but in the silence of his own car, he hears you loud and clear. 

He nods, biting his lower lip. “Yeah, I am.”, he confirms. “Have been for a while now.”, his fingers brush delicately against your clothed thigh, but it makes your head spin nonetheless. 

“Why didn’t you say anything, then?”, you frown. 

He sighs, then shrugs. “Because, babe, let’s be real. I’m not exactly boyfriend material.”, he chuckles. “I dropped out of school and sell weed for a living, I’m not the kind of guy parents would approve of, you know?”

“You still haven’t asked me out and you’re already thinking about meeting my parents?”, you tease him, smirking. “I don’t care about that shit, Hanji. If we like each other, we should give it a shot.”, you point out with a shrug. 

“What did you just call me?”, he asks. 

“Hanji.”, you repeat, smiling. “It’s your name in my phone. It’s short for Han Jisung.”, you explain. 

“I like it.”, he chuckles, leaning in closer to your face. “So… can I kiss you now?”, he bluntly asks. 

You nod - and he places his lips on top of yours for a chaste kiss that turns into a make out session not too long after. You can taste weed on each other’s tongues as make out in the backseats of his car, the joint now out, forgotten in the ashtray of Jisung’s car - pretty intact. He has his fingers intertwined with yours, while his other hand is resting on your thigh as you’re practically sucking each other’s faces. You can feel the tingle between your legs become more and more intense - you have to squeeze your thighs in order to find some relief, and he notices, hand climbing up your thigh slowly. 

He gently pulls away from your lips and nuzzles your nose with his. “How high are you on a scale from zero to ten?”, he asks you, looking you in the eyes. 

“Not so much.”, you whisper on his lips. “Enough to know I want to take things further, not too much for you to think you’re taking advantage of me. You?”

“Same.”, he crashes his lips onto yours once again as his hand climbs up, slender fingers no brushing against your clothed core, which makes you whimper against his lips. “Help me slide these off?”, he murmurs, tugging at the waistband of your jeans. 

You nod eagerly, undoing the button before wiggling to slide them under the curve of your ass, together with your panties. You should feel at least a little embarrassed to be completely exposed in front of your crush - but you’re not. Just eager and desperate to feel his touch on your skin. You watch him as he brings two fingers to his lips and then in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them to lubricate them. When he pulls them out, there’s a string of saliva that connects his fingers to his mouth - that sight only is enough to make you whimper, but then he places his fingers on your cunt, right below your clit. 

“A little higher.”, you instruct him, letting out a heavy breath when he finally brushes against your most delicate spot. 

“Here?”, he asks, and the whimper you let out when he starts rubbing your clit has him grinning when you nod, too fucked out already to answer him. In your defense, it’s been a while since you got your clit acknowledged by a man - so your reaction is completely understandable. 

Jisung crashes his lips onto yours once again as his fingers slowly move south, pads now brushing against your slit, and you’re so wet they could easily slip inside. They do. You moan against Jisung’s mouth. It only takes him minutes to bring you close to your orgasm, and you’re actually impressed - he found your g-spot faster than any of your previous partners. 

“God, you’re so damn hot.”, he pulls away from your lips only to look at your fucked out expression - cheeks red and flustered as you’re desperately trying to hold back your moans. “Letting me finger you in my car, in an empty parking lot.”, he continues - his words turn you on even more. “So filthy, anyone could see you right now - getting fingered like a slut.”

You nearly yelp when he calls you that, your orgasm approaching faster. He can feel it. 

“You like it when I call you a slut, don’t you?”, he purrs in your ear - the car is filled with your whimper and the squelching sound of his fingers thrusting inside of you. “My slut.”, he growls. 

You kick back your head and shut your eyes closed, on the verge of reaching your high. That’s when Jisung unexpectedly places his thumb on your clit and starts to draw gentle eight figures, not even thinking about halting his movements with the fingers that are buried inside your cunt. That’s exactly what you needed, and you feel your orgasm wash all over you as you release with a loud whine, practically squeezing Jisung’s fingers with the way your pussy’s clenching, swinging your hips back and forth. 

“Good girl, fuck yourself on my fingers, ride it out.”, he growls in your ear. You ride out your orgasm as he said before you eventually stop moving, your legs are shaky and you’re panting. He retrieves his fingers from inside of you - not wanting to overstimulate you, not tonight at least. He’ll leave that for another time. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them as he sucks your juices off your skin, swirling his tongue around his digits to make sure to lick them clean and not miss a single spot. “You taste fuckin’ delicious, babe.”, he whines as soon as he’s done swallowing your arousal. 

“I can’t believe we did that.”, you comment with a smirk on your face, sliding your jeans up your thighs, legs feeling a bit jelly. “In your car nonetheless.”

“Yeah, that was wild.” Jisung chuckles. “Like, imagine when our kids will ask us what we did on our first date.”, he chuckles. “What are we gonna tell them?

You snap your head in his direction. “Our kids?”, you quirk an eyebrow at him. “You were scared of my parents not approving of you twenty minutes ago, that escalated pretty fast.”, you tease him, leaning in for a kiss. “Besides, that wasn’t a date.”, you point out. 

“It wasn’t?”, he asks, and you shake your head as a no. 

“I’m pretty sure fingering me in the backseats of your car doesn’t count as a date, Hanji.”

“I like it when you call me that.”, he smiles, nuzzling your nose with his. “I’ll take you out on a date, babe, I promise. A decent one we can tell our kids about.”, he kisses you on the lips.

You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head playfully as you giggle. “If I were you, I’d worry more about how you’re gonna tell our kids you used to be their mom’s dealer, but whatever floats your boat, Hanji.”, you say and he chuckles and you playfully push him. 

“Yeah, maybe we should leave that part out.”, he suggests with a chuckle. 

“Maybe we should.”, you giggle, leaning in closer to rest your head on his shoulder. “It would be a fun story, tho.”

“I really want to take you out, babe.”, he mutters after a while, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I wanna treat you right, like the fucking goddess you are, but I don’t know shit about relationships and romance and stuff like that.”, he lets out a deep sigh. “I’m scared I’ll fuck this up.”

You cup his cheek with one hand, looking him in the eyes. “It’s okay, I’m shit at relationships too, we can learn together.”, you reassure him. “What do you think about it?”

“Sounds perfect.”, he smiles before leaning in for a kiss. And another. And then another. And another. Then another two, until you find yourself lying on your back, his body between your legs, hovering over yours, his erection pressed against your crotch.

You pull away from the kiss, panting, only to ask him, breathless: 

“Do you want to go back to my place?”

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AO3 recommendations overview

A good chunk of the recommendations I received - thanks again to all those who sent me something! - were from AO3 and I couldn't always find a corresponding Tumblr post to reblog so I decided to make a list for convenience (an attempt at sorting has also been made). Please go show some love, enjoy and happy holidays/happy new year!

₊˚⊹ Ainur

♡ Back In Evernow by @the-red-butterfly (Melkor & Manwë, Gen)

♡ Feathers and Friends by @elennalore (Manwë & Ulmo & Maglor, Gen)

♡ Whenever our paths cross by @thedaughterofshadows (Tilion, Arien & Ilmarë, Gen)

♡ Go Get Him by @glorf1ndel (Eönwë x Arafinwë, T, WoW)

♡ To be Made of Fire by @hirazuki (Mairon & Arien, Gen)

♡ Worth While by @hirazuki (Mairon & Eönwë, T, WoW)

♡ Redeeming graces cast aside by @mirkwood-hr-department (Melkor & Nienna, T, canon divergence)

♡ No Sooner Looked by @verecunda (Melkor x Mairon, Eönwë, T)

♡ When Your Walls Fall by @curufiin (Melkor x Mairon, T, canon divergence)

₊˚⊹ Elves

♡ So do our Minutes Hasten to their End by @maglor-my-beloved (Caranthir x Haleth, Erestor, T)

♡ Anywhere With you by @last-capy-hupping (Maedhros x Fingon, past Melkor x Maedhros, E, modern AU, heed warnings)

♡ What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope (Daeron x Maglor, T, modern AU)

♡ of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) by @oopsbirdficced (Caranthir x Finrod, T, soulmate AU)

♡ A Compass Pointing North by @elentarial (Celegorm x multiple, E, modern AU (cam work))

♡ Pour Out A Drink For Me by @nothinghereisworking (Caranthir x Haleth, T)

♡ Star Anise by @maglor-my-beloved (Fëanor & Nerdanel & their children, Gen)

♡ Bureaucratic outcomes & oversights by @sortumavaara (Glorfindel x Erestor, M)

♡ Snow white and the hunts(wo)men by @goschatewabn (Celegorm x Oromë, M, ABO)

♡ Laws and Customers by @z-h-i-e (Glorfindel x Erestor, little Arwen, Gen)

♡ glade-song by @welcomingdisaster (Galadriel x Melian, M)

♡ Slow Flights by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Irmo, Gen, coming back to life)

♡ The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant by @melestasflight and @polutrope (Fingon, various pairings, T)

♡ My Bones Divide and Shake by @sallysavestheday (Celegorm & Oromë, Gen)

♡ Nothing gold can stay by @mirkwood-hr-department (Thranduil x Glorfindel, E, long fic)

♡ Something in the Darkness by @hirazuki (Eöl x Aredhel, M)

₊˚⊹ Dwarves & Hobbits

♡ You Should Be Safe With Me by @fantasyinallforms (Bilbo x Thorin, E, canon divergent verse)

♡ And I’ll say I love you, and I’ll say that I do by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book (Bilbo x Thorin, Gen, modern AU)

♡ Flowers that Never Die by @frosticenow (Bilbo x Thorin, T, pre-canon)

♡ Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles (Bilbo x Thorin, E, modern AU, accidental marriage)

₊˚⊹ For Orc lovers

♡ Scars of Silver and Gold by @niennawept (Adar x OFC, E, ROP verse)

₊˚⊹ Old/older favorites that helped me through difficult times back in the day:

♡ Catechesis by @lvsifer (Melkor x Mairon, E, pope AU my beloved)

♡ the path of ecstasy by @bodhvild (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ In Utumno's Deeps by @foxindarkness (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ distractions by @tarmairons (Melkor x Mairon, baby dragons, unrated)

♡ Just This Once by @crackinthecup (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ ... and I burn for you by @echoesoftheforest (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Desire by @dragonofmordor (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Sacrament by @mayakoroz (Melkor x Mairon, E)

I was a lurker back then and too shy to comment or make myself known, but I saved links to my favorite works and never forgot about them. Better late than never.

₊˚⊹ Gifts for yours truly

♡ His Malicious Majesty by @i-did-not-mean-to (Mairon, various pairings, M)

♡ Where there's smoke, there's a fire by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon x Gothmog, E, modern AU)

♡ Dog eat dog or something like that by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, puppy, gen)

♡ Aber bitte mit Sahne... by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, coffeeshop AU)

♡ Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, mafia AU)

♡ Reaching for the stars by @i-did-not-mean-to (Manwë x Varda x Yavanna, T)

♡ The adventures of Crablor by @goschatewabn (Crablor x Faramir, E, heed warnings)

♡ Broken traps by @ruiniel (Andreth & a wolf, T)

₊˚⊹ Art collections (is this cheating? No idea - but this is my event and I loved these so let's put them in as a bonus)

♡ Kinktober by @sortumavaara (various, E)

♡ Kinktober by @elanna-elrondiel (various, E)

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“ so what? ” || tokyo rev. 

                         “ boy, I know you miss me, so what? ”

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synopsis: mikey broke up with you thinking he was hot shit. it backfired, expeditiously. 

pairing: college!manjiro x gn!reader

word count: 1,301

warnings: mature language, but still sfw. i think that’s it lol 

notes: this was supposed to be a whole headcannon with multiple toman members, but after a small breakdown on baji’s i’ve decided to break it up into multiple parts. hope you enjoy this one, more on the way soon! ♡

After your nasty breakup, MIKEY hadn’t seen or heard from you in over a year. Even around campus, neither him nor his friends ever crossed paths with you again. At first, he couldn’t care less about your sudden disappearance since he was the one to end the relationship; you weren’t his priority anymore. 

However, when Mikey happened to see you by chance during his night out with friends, the feelings he thought were all dried up suddenly couldn’t be contained the moment his eyes settled on your familiar face. 

“Holy shit. Is that who I think it is?” Someone had said. 

He didn’t pay much attention, too busy stuffing his face to really be invested in any of the conversations going on around him. But, it’s not long until that soon came back to bite him in the ass. 

“Is that [_____]?” 

Mikey choked. With all eyes immediately directing toward him, various looks of both concern and pity could be seen around the table, but he did his best to ignore them. Instead, focused on fighting for his life as he reached blindly for a drink. Draken slid over his water. 

“Tch. I told you to slow the hell down.” He rapidly patted his back, lip upturned in slight annoyance.

When it appeared that Mikey would be...somewhat okay, the others redirected their attention across the room where you decided to sit; alone, they all noted. It was almost surreal seeing you in the flesh again, especially since the last time they did you looked an absolute mess. Now, you were like a totally different person—Practically beaming like the sun. 

To put it simply, you looked good. 

“Where d’you think they’ve been?” Takemichi asked, not-so-subtly gawking at you from above the backrest of their booth. The ravenette sitting across from him strained his neck to get a better look, but to no avail. Baji growled.

“Oi, get your fat head outta the way!” 

Takemichi, having completely raised up from his spot, had his whole body turned in your direction. He flinched but didn't budge until Chifuyu roughly tugged him back down by his collar, resulting in a little shove fest that nearly escalated had it not been for Mitsuya thumping both of their heads.

“Knock it off, before you draw their attention.” 

Satisfied now that his field of vision was no longer blocked, Baji sat up a little higher, and to his horror, made eye contact with you. 

“Shit.” He yelped, immediately shrinking down. “They saw me…” 

Mikey could feel the fear of God in his veins as he shot the cowering arsonist an incredulous look. His heart was straight up boxing the back of his throat, nails digging deep into the plush cushion of his seat; and it would only be downhill from then on. Especially when Chifuyu looked over his shoulder and said, “Annnd, they’re coming over here.” 

If the universe struck him down at this very moment, he’d go willingly. There were loads of things that didn’t phase the Invincible Mikey—Apparently being confronted by an old flame wasn't one of them. Sensing his immediate discomfort, Draken tried his best to downplay the situation. 

“Relax. We don’t know for sure if it’s our table they’re coming to-”

“I thought that was you, Keisuke! Wow, didn’t think I’d see you guys here of all places.” You chuckled, earning a few nervous ones from the gang members. 

Oh, the universe was a cruel mistress. At least for Mikey’s sake he was sitting the furthest, so you didn’t notice him right away. Or, maybe you did and were just ignoring him. Nonetheless, he definitely noticed you. 

All of you. 

Taking you in like a mural on his wall, memories hitting him like a bus as he felt his mouth turn dry. You were dazzling. Almost ethereal beneath the low-lighting of the restaurant. Your eyes were full of warmth as you briefly conversed with his friends, as if they hadn’t been there the day you got your heart ripped in half and did nothing. But, what could they have done, he reasoned. It wasn’t their business. Mikey wasn’t sure if he was relieved or bitter about how easily you seemed to have handled everything, but he ran out of time to decide when your eyes eventually landed on his slouching figure. 

His bones jumped within his flesh. Luckily, he was able to conceal it from showing on the outside. Your gaze nearly pierced right through him, so smoldering it made him want to tug at his already loose collar. It was silent between the two of you, awkwardly so, as his friends waited with bated breath. And it would’ve continued had Draken not subtly kicked the shorter male under the table. Mikey barely flinched, gritting his teeth and side-eyeing the brute in defiance. The former rolled his eyes at the childish behavior, this time kicking him twice as hard where it was blatantly obvious. 

“Ow! Bitch.” Mikey glared, leaning down to sooth his poor ankle. Draken didn’t even bat an eye, gesturing in your direction with a single raise of his brow. He sighed. “[______]. What a surprise. Thought you might’ve transferred schools or something.” 

Draken was about to kick him a third time, only the discount Levi was ready for him, swiftly moving out of range and crowding Baji’s personal space. Said delinquent shriveled up in response, then kissed his teeth knowing a struggle would do him no good. You chortled at the scene. 

“Not quite, Sano.” His eyebrow twitched at your use of his surname. “Just been doing a lot of my classes online, that’s all. But, I didn’t think you’d notice. What, you missed me or something?” 

Some at the table couldn’t help but snicker at the small dig, nearly causing a vein to pop in Mikey’s forehead. “No. Just figured you felt humiliated enough to leave, that’s all. Y’know, since I dumped you‘n all.” 

“Dude, c’mon,” Mitsuya heavily sighed, very uncomfortable. “Don’t rub salt in it.”

You merely waved it off, “It’s alright, Takashi. No harm done.”

Oh, so everyone else gets to stay on first name basis?, Mikey thought. If his jaw were any tighter he was certain he’d crack a few molars. “If anything, that breakup was probably the best thing to happen to me. I was able to take time to focus on myself and it’s really paying off. In fact, I actually met someone new.”

Someone new. 

Someone. New.

Okay, he definitely felt something pop. Whether it was the vein or his jaw, he didn’t know. Takemichi was the first to voice his congrats, only to be elbowed in the side by Chifuyu. Obviously this wasn’t supposed to be good news; not for their still single leader. 

Mikey’s expression was unreadable to the untrained eye, but you knew. The whole table knew. He cleared his throat, attempting to appear unbothered as he pressed for more detail, “Met someone, huh. Anyone I know?” 

You wanted to cackle in malicious glee.

“As a matter of fact...” Sensing a familiar figure in your peripheral, you looked and smiled fondly at the man of the hour headed your way. Extending an arm toward him, a ring-cladded hand instantly wrapped around your waist, and pulled you into his side. “You guys remember Izana Kurokawa, don’t you?”

The table fell silent once more. Deadly silent. Nobody dared to try and break it, not even Draken. Your ex and new fling stared each other down, the tension thicker than molasses on a cold winter night as neither of them yielded. A ghost of grin made its debut across your face as you reveled in Mikey’s own sweet humiliation, watching as he struggled to keep his composure. 

He can rub salt all he wanted. But you made him bathe in it. 

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[xinyuehui]

Hello there! do you still have an older version of evolwallpaper? I was late to the party and I can't install it properly anymore T_T

Hi anon, unfortunately I no longer have the old .exe 😩 I checked weibo, other users in China are having problems with it as well, my conclusion to this is that it's a broken app full of bugs, probably got nothing to do with regions (ノへ￣、)

Babe because of your ask, I spent good 5 hours tonight trying to debug it, because I insist we all get the dynamic wallpapers!!!

Original guide // Deepspace PC guide

By the end of this tutorial, we should have a video like this applied to our computer wallpaper:

There's Nikki, MLQC, Deepspace and The Perceiver wallpapers.

New guide:

https://paperwall.papegames.com/

Same step as before, download this but don't install yet!

The following was actually hidden in their Q&A, you'll also need this for it to run, download the runtime version.

https://dotnet.microsoft.com/en-us/download/dotnet-framework/net48

After you install the .NET Framework 4.8 go ahead and try to install the PAPERWALL .exe

→ If it works, great! We solved the problem!! 🎉 (You can skip to the section on the bottom on how to use the app)

→ If you get this error message, ugh congratulations, this is where I tried about 67 solutions for hours just so you don't have to

It's weird, because at this point, the thing have successfully installed on your local drive but it won't run.

Let's go back a step, if you open the .exe again, take note of where it's at on your computer. For me you can see that it's in the C drive, I presume it'll be the same for you.

Find the folder, open it

Open the app

→ If it works, great! We solved the problem!! 🎉 (You can skip to the section on the bottom on how to use the app)

→ If you get the same error message, read on:

If the images haven't loaded in the 1.0.1 version it will most likely going to crash when you try to do anything on it, so read on:

Let go back to the C drive

We are gonna move this somewhere else, if you have a hard drive, paste it to your hard drive, if you have another drive on your pc, you can move it to the other drive. BUT DO NOT MOVE IT TO YOUR DESKTOP!!!! Because we practice good computer hygiene 🙏

Once you've moved everything away, open it back up and try to install it again in your new file location

→ If it works, great! We solved the problem!! 🎉 (You can skip to the section on the bottom on how to use the app)

→ If you still get the same error message, I will send my portfolio to Paper Games to be a software developer in their office and write a new app

Once you get it running *fingers crossed* move the entire folder back to your C drive if you moved it to your hard drive, unless your hard drive is plugged in all the time.

If for whatever reason you get the "access to the path is denied" error message, try the right click and select the "Run as administrator" option.

For easy access:

Go onto your desktop, or wherever you want to access it from quickly and paste shortcut!! Remember it's the shortcut!!

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How to use the app

The UI has changed a little since the original one, but it's easy to navigate.

Change the language to English, it should reboot the app

From here it's self explanatory

For good computer hygiene you might want to double check where the wallpapers are stored and change directory if needed.

If you're like me and have 2 monitors, this is what it'll look like with the wallpapers applied and the game opened, looks like I need a 3rd monitor for Shen Xinghui ⭐

(Desktop icons should show up, I just don't have icons on the desktop)

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If you still have problems, check your PC specifications against the following that were recommended on the official site:

System: Windows10 or above

RAM: 1024MB or above

Processor: 1.66Hz Intel i5 or above

Graphics: HD Graphics 4000 or above

DirectX: 10

Secret third thing: you might be able to run it and have the lovely wallpapers but it suddenly goes glitchy or black screen... that's because of the faulty app, I've seen people mention it on weibo, it's not just you 😔

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Feel free to drop me an ask with images if you still run into problems, hope this helps, until next time~ (✿◠‿◠)

Check out this tag for already answered questions #/wallpaper woes

[aeliesa]

SAFE SPACES OF AGONY

Synopsis: When he died, you suffered in different ways, and when things are starting to go their own way, Satoru knows what to do, even if it means altering everything all at once.

• Relationship: Gojo Satoru x female reader (with mention of Suguru) • Content: Lightweight angst • Words: 2.7k • Song: Life Puzzle by Arthur Nery

A/N: I just came back for a short post. I've been away for so long that I miss writing and staying on Tumblr as my way of de-stressing. The world moves quickly, and I want to pause and enjoy the moment. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short (?) post I wrote on my short break while listening to my playlist on spotify. There's some canon divergence but only a little. Thank you, stay safe and hydrated. ♡

“I found her first! I love her first!”

“But she chooses me; you and I both know her choices are out of our bounds.”

The rain keeps pouring, sheltering his emotions in the cold breeze and grey clouds, almost like despair is the only thing inside him. He never likes this idea, yet he has to entertain it again whenever it comes back from the dead. He detests it; however, what choice does he have? In this modernity, he is known as the strongest, the keeper of the scale between evil and good. Somehow, when it comes to you - he’s reminded how he can never have everything the way he wants to. He was born the strongest; regardless, his strength wasn’t enough to tame someone he longed to have. He sighs and gently shakes his head before raising his fist to knock on the door, only to stop mid-air and open it. “At the very least, Satoru, let me win this time.”

“We both know I already lost before it started.”

Silence engulfs the whole place; the emptiness of warmth welcomes like a ravaging wild wave that washes along the shore. The gloominess of the weather has escalated the atmosphere inside the house, the darkness, coldness, and even the silence. 

It’s like walking into the abyss to save someone from falling into the pits of depression. 

“You were supposed to stay on the side and let things unfold!”

“I did, but she made her move. It is not my fault that I am what she wants.”

He hangs his coat on the rack before taking the path upstairs, finding his subject. Each step he takes is also how his heart is hammering against his chest. The silence was different this time; it was a creeping sensation of something he never desired to happen, much less think of it. He shakes his head once it crosses again, ‘No, she won’t do that.’ His strides keep on going till he hears small sobs in a small distance across the door, where the only sound he hears upon entering your place. “I promised her… that I’ll return after things are okay.”

“You made her believe in something already a far cry.”

“I know, and it seems like I’ll just leave her in your hands.” Satoru opens the door, knocking gently before calling your name in a whispering manner. He could only sigh at seeing you lying on your stomach with disheveled hair, hugging the clothes of someone he once knew. “Hey….” he softly mutters under his breath, walking to your side, observing how the mood is continuously depleting each second. Satoru studies you for a while; he can tell how heavy things are for you - caught between the situation and forced to choose between right and wrong, leaving the safe spaces of neutrality.

Soft sobs are just the only answer you give. Not that it matters to Satoru; amongst everyone, you know that he’s the only one who understands you the most. When everyone dictated your emotions and actions, there he was, standing on the other side - welcoming you with compassion par to none. “I’m sorry,” you sigh, sitting on the bed and wiping your tears. “I should have prepared long ago -” “No need…” he cuts you off, making you look at him, despite the puffy eyes. “No need to force yourself. We can stay here and do whatever you want.”

“You know what I want right now, Satoru.” “Still, I don’t mind,” he nonchalantly replies, pulling a chair and sitting before you. “You like to cry all you want? Go. Do you want to just lay on the bed and think about him? Be my guest. Sulk as much as you want today, lay on the bed throughout the hours, and just be lost in your own world; I don’t mind - as long as you bring me where your thoughts go.” You close your eyes and run your hand on your temples, a cracked voice and shaky breath; you answer: “But it is like that day….” “And? If it makes you feel better, then we do it. You can’t just shut your emotions just because you were told by those around you…” he leans a little, meeting your gaze with his. “I don’t want you to make yourself suffer even more by restraining the raging emotions.”

“I miss him.” In a blink, he softens as he watches you smiling faintly with closed eyes, the redness of your.  “I know…” he nods, only staring at your features. “I do, too.” Satoru observes your face; he loves them. To see you being vulnerable with him, being bossy, being noisy, being jovial - everything about you - he loves all of it. Be it the worst or not, it is worth loving as long as it is you. 

A tear falls from your face, then another follows until it cascades down your cheeks. Satoru just patiently listens to your sobs as you cover your face with both hands while sitting on the side of the bed wearing the clothing of the man you love - who passed away in the hands of the same man who is comforting you. “Why did it have to happen? Why do I have to be so blind from everything? Why? Why didn’t he listen?” “It is not your fault,” he reminds you, calling your name almost like it is a fragile thing to say. “It’s never your fault.” You shake your head, still sobbing. “But it feels like it, Satoru. It feels like I failed to remind him that there is kindness in everything, that everything he saw was just the ugly side of the mirror - he was convinced by his philosophy. I saw it in his eyes!” It is hard for him, but to witness your struggle, Satoru could barely grasp the surface of what you’re dealing with. Apart from him, you suffered too when his best friend - Suguru Geto, died, if not worse. When he was losing himself is where you appear, sought after his hands to lift him from the turmoil troubling him. And yet, somehow… you did save Satoru, but who’s keeping you from going insane? “I know I don’t have enough idea about these curses, sorcerers, and whatnot, but at the very least, am I not a reminder of what you guys should protect?” you continue when he doesn’t react. “Why did it have to resort to such violence.” “You are,” Satoru assures, still sitting on the chair and watching you pouring your heart out on him. “You are a reminder, the thin line that keeps me holding on to what I should be fighting for.” “But I am not enough,” your voice cracks again. “I am not enough because it happened, Satoru. In your hands is where Suguru died, and I never resent you for it.” As he listens to you, Satoru remains silent for a while, losing himself in a reverie of his memories with the man you longed to hold, feel, and love.  “If you’re concerned if she’ll hate you once this is over, I’ll tell you this, Satoru: she won’t.”

“Why are you so sure?”

“Because she’s unlike any other.”

His friend has nailed his words. Suguru never lied whenever it was about you. At some point, it felt like Suguru knew you better than Satoru, even though the latter crossed paths with you first. You were the ray of sunshine, the bringer of hope, and the beacon of their humanity, the constant reminder of what they are protecting. Unlike them, you were just an average citizen caught in the fight of the cursed users. Yet, the accident was the turning point for the weaver of faith to write your own life. Caught between two worlds only to stay in the grey line for so long, content with living on both sides of the reality you’ve come to witness. “Do you hate me for it?” You paused, looking at him despite the messiness of your face. “Hate? Where did that notion come from?” you ask, bewildered. “I already told you I never resent you for what happened.” “J-Just a t-thought. I wouldn’t blame -” “Never did it cross my mind,” you cut off. “I understand you were backed against the wall and forced to do it. It’s just… I am upset with the situation; why doesn’t evilness just disappear? It is frustrating at some point. I could only watch you guys do your thing while I waited for everything to finish.” “That’s not true, you -” You gently chuckle with a crying tone, “Oh please, don’t sugarcoat it. It’s always been like that since the beginning. We both know I can’t do anything except wait for my friends to return from their missions. Sometimes, it’s hard to witness this stuff and turn a blind eye to it occasionally. In some situations, I must deal with the constant fear that I will not see you again walking inside my house; I had to beg the Heavens on my knees, called upon the saints and whatever deity graces my pleas.”

Satoru very well knows it; he’s the one who placed you in that situation, and along with it is the burden you had to carry. Selfish, it may seem, but to love you from afar is far from his desires. He pulled you, placing you where he believed was the best place for you to walk, which, in the same manner, is the same line that he can hold you. For whatever it is, Satoru couldn’t let your hand fall from his grasp, even when you were suffering in two worlds: between the life of the blindsided and the curses. “I can’t also lose you, okay?” you smile, still crying, facing him. “I can’t lose you too because losing Suguru is too much to handle, and I could not go on if you also will leave.” This time, he sighs and shifts his seat, pulling you into a hug as he sits beside you. “You. Will. Never. Lose. Me.” His firm voice came like a dulcet to your ears; a safety net for you to fall, a wall for you to lean on, a home for you to feel secure. The fervent of Satoru’s words is for you to hear and for him to fulfill. His words are carved amongst the stars that align with the destiny that holds the fate of your relationship with him. “You better honor that because the last guy who promised me is dead.” He nods, closing his eyes and kissing your temple softly. “My words carry the weight of my actions, and the universe is a witness as I say that even if all of me will cease to exist, I will still find my way to you,” he brushes your hair gently, “In this agony is where you’re drowning yourself to the extent of destruction but in all of everything, you will always see me seeking for your hand to reach you even if you’re on the other side; be it the doubts and anxiety, I'll give you peace and tranquility, and if not, then I can be the safe space that will shelter you against the world cruelty of the world.” “Promises… again.” “I meant it,” he says with determination upon sensing the reluctance, calling your name. “I mean it,” he repeats. “You two are indeed best friends,” Satoru gently chuckles at your comment. “Suguru also says the same.” “Well, it’s like they said… your friend is a piece of who you are.” You sigh, nuzzling your head; soft hair tickles his neck, making Satoru feel the tears against his skin. “If he could just be here with us, I miss him…” he tightens his hug around you. “So much….” you add, biting your lower lip and reciprocating the same intensity of embrace.

As the room fills with your soft sobs, he can only rub his hand on your back as you keep pouring your heart out. He knows the pain of losing someone and the vigor of mourn brings is beyond what each human can grasp. Pain is profound; it goes deeper than what an individual perceives. For you to be in a state of wreck for months already speaks the volume of how the death of his best friend break you. 

It has been months if not almost a year - and you changed drastically. 

“Weeks before that event happened, he promised. He promises me that he’ll come back, that we celebrate his birthday together - with you and Ieiri…” you sniff, “But here we are on the very day, remembering him wrenchingly.”

The rain outside continues to rampage, but your room's dimness worsens everything. The atmosphere is already hard enough, but for Satoru to see you like this? He wishes to end your suffering, but how can he? The chances were laid on the table, and the choice was yours. 

Satoru placed you in the midline that meets the norm and the other side… but Suguru gave you the choices to pick. “We can do something different. If you want, we can still go on with our initial plan.” “No,” you shake your head, breaking the hug. “I can’t give you that pain; it is selfish and immoral.” He frowns, “What do you mean? We always do this on Suguru’s birthday.” “Yes, and this time, I want it to stop.” “Why? Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head, “No, it’s just unfair and selfish for me. It feels nice to see you here and check me out. I know I have been a constant mess since Suguru died… you just can’t help it when someone you love is now a piece of history, a part of you also dies, right?” you heave a deep breath and turn to Satoru, smiling faintly, “When he passed away, a part of me went with him, and it will forever be with him…” When Satoru placed you in a tight situation, Suguru gave you a choice, and you responded to the opportunity. “You see, Satoru, I cannot do it anymore. The pretension and everything that everything is okay, we both know you don’t like the idea of doing what Suguru and I always do on his birthday.” “It doesn’t matter to me as long as it makes you feel better,” his voice's firmness is the anchor that pulls your hesitation back at bay. “If it’s how I can make you happy, I am willing to fill his shoes.” “I made you suffer, and I don’t like it. Relishing my memory with Suguru is never the answer; we can’t continue like this forever.”

“You love him that much, huh?” “More than what I can give up.” “Lucky bastard,” he jests, making you chuckle. 

Maybe in another timeline, if perchance it exists, the tiny hope lingers in him that he won’t hear the same thing. Deep in his thoughts lies the idea that you were choosing the other way… that the choices that Suguru laid on you are different… that you pick him over his best friend.

“I’m sorry…” you say in a low voice wiping your tear. “As much as I want to do it again, I can’t. I really can’t put you in the worst feeling possible.” Satoru takes your hand, gently squeezing it as he gazes at you with no pretension of his desires. “To hell with what I feel if, in return, is your warmth radiating upon me.”

“Silly. You have done enough, I think I should be on my own now.”

“She’s so bubbly; even her laughs are infectious. Damn, if you could only see how she makes those ugly laughs with those features.” “Then, take me.” “Huh?” “Take all of me; anywhere you go, I want to be there too. It can be in your imagination, thoughts, or the smallest things - take me wherever you go. I want to see what you see, dive into your thoughts, and carve everything in my mind, the pieces of you.” Desperation occurs when a person feels like he’s losing all his cards; at this very moment, Satoru has given up every ace he has. As much as he wants to deny it, he feels envious of his best friend, for Suguru saw the different puzzles of your identity, and Satoru has longed to witness all of it since the moment he saved you from the curses. “That some sick joke, you bastard.” “It’s just a hypothetical situation; come on. If I die, I want you to take her hand and lift her sorrows because I can’t do it.” “Sa-Satoru… wh-what d-do y-” He takes your hand, leaning against your forehead with a deep breath; he speaks…

“Date me.”

fin.

[tyongf-nct]

♡ but you’re the one I want - choi seungcheol fluff {1k words} ♡

inspired by the song Chloe by Emblem 3 (who remembers them lolol)

dynamic: choi seungcheol x female reader

warnings/tags: fluff, reader has a hot older sister, but coups just wants her 😩, general cutesy vibes, high school au

~

As much as I loved my older sister, having a popular older sibling that received 90% of the attention both at home and in school took its toll. We were only one year apart but I felt worlds away from her. She had an easy beauty about her, shining like a pearl and pulling everyone in with her natural charm. I was more of a simple rock. Pretty from some perspectives but not as bright in the sunlight. My sister was amazing in every way, and I was proud to be related to her. But a small part of me was jealous that she found love and friendships to be so easy, so simple. She never had to try to make friends or secure a date with the boys she liked. I tried to emulate her, but we were different, at our cores.

I held out hope that my longtime crush, Choi Seungcheol, would turn a blind eye to my beautiful sister and perhaps see the shadow behind her. Me. We were casual friends at best, close acquaintances at worst. Seungcheol was popular among his crowd but didn’t shine as brightly as my sister did. No one stood out quite like her. He was handsome, though, and easy to talk to. He had a way of looking through me, rather than simply looking at me. He never seemed to be in a rush to end our conversations and spent time with me at lunch or between classes when we crossed paths. It made butterflies flutter in my stomach each time we talked.

“Trade?” I knew his voice from just one simple word. I looked up from my usual spot on the corner of the bleachers overlooking the athletic field, my simple lunch on my lap in front me. Seungcheol held a bag of salty chips as he smiled gently down at me and I knew he wanted to swap them for my sweet ones. He had an insatiable sweet tooth, and I was a sucker for savory snacks.

“Sure,” I grinned, handing over my packet in exchange for his. Our fingers brushed, the shock of it zapping me hard enough to make me yank my fingers away. I laughed awkwardly, heat creeping up my neck as I tore open the bag and shoveled several chips past my lips. They scraped the roof of my mouth sharply and I winced, earning a chuckle out of Seungcheol.

“Be careful,” he spoke quietly, a crooked smile on his handsome face. I nodded, munching away and refusing to make eye contact. That moment that our hands made contact replayed in my mind over and over, distracting me so much that I didn’t notice Seungcheol trying to get my attention until his hand was shaking my shoulder.

“Huh?” I jerked my head to meet his eyes. They crinkled in amusement, his head shaking lightly.

“I said, I had something I wanted to tell you,” he said with that deep voice of his.

“Oh! Of course, of course, go ahead. I’m listening, I swear,” I smiled encouragingly. He loosened a laugh through his nose, and turned away to stare at the metal seats in front of us. The sun was warm and I noted the small beads of sweat clinging to his dark hair. He bit his bottom lip, and I could have sworn he looked nervous.

“I was just saying that…I-I wanted to ask if-if you’d be interested in going on a date…with me..?” He stuttered. My mind blanked momentarily, and I frowned in confusion.

“Huh?” I blurted once again.

“If you don’t want to, I totally get it. And if this is making you uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll shut up immediately. I just, I’ve had a crush on you for a while. You seemed so…preoccupied with other things that I thought you really weren’t interested. But lately it sort of seemed like…anyway, I like you. And I’d really like to take you out, if that’s something you’d like as well. You’re a great friend and…and I think you’re really beautiful,” he confessed with a gentle smile. I held eye contact with him for what felt like the first time since we had met and didn’t turn away in embarrassment or nerves. Seungcheol’s expression was sincere as he patiently awaited my response.

“You-you…you like me? Not my sister?” I asked. Seungcheol cocked his head to the side.

“What? What does your sister have to do with any of this?”

“She doesn’t, I suppose. It’s just, well, everyone likes her. She’s the one everyone confesses to and wants to be with. Not that I blame them, I mean, look at her. I just, I figured someone as handsome as you would prefer her,” I rambled.

“You think I’m handsome?” He smirked. I coughed awkwardly, the heat from earlier crawling its way back up my neck.

“I-that’s not the point. The point is, why me?”

“You should have a little more confidence in yourself,” Seungcheol grinned. I laughed lightly, shoving his shoulder gently. It was annoyingly firm with muscle.

“I have confidence. I just know how it is, that’s all,” I stared at my fidgeting hands, the plastic of the chips bag crinkling loudly. The sound was interrupted as Seungcheol grasped my hands with his own, turning his knees so he was facing me entirely. I looked up and tried to smooth my face into a neutral expression.

“Listen, I know your sister is the one everyone else wants. But you’re the one I want. I mean that sincerely. And if you feel the same way, or even if you would just consider trying things out with me, it would make me so happy. You are everything that I want,” he sighed softly, his round eyes looking at me intently.

I smiled, unable to school my expression any longer and nodded.

“Yes. Yes, I’d like that. To go out with you, I mean. I…” I took a deep breath, gathering every bit of bravery I had, “I like you too.”

Seungcheol beamed, his hands squeezing mine once before letting them go. I shoved them under my legs before I could embarrass myself for reaching for him again.

“Good. That’s…that’s good. Great,” he amended, and I chuckled. We smiled in silence as the afternoon sun continued to warm us from above, and I felt particularly shiny that day in a way that was different from my sister at the prospect of what was to come.

[inuhiime]

╭┈┈┈┈ ₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ╰ ♡⸝⸝ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

' don't let them push you around. '

' for such a pretty face, you sure can spew some filth. '

' i will not betray you. '

' i want to see you again. '

' you're going to pay fully for making me the fool. '

' great. now you owe me four favors. '

' stay back! don't get so close. '

' tell me, are you afraid to die? '

' you're inhuman. your soul is black and devoid of warmth. '

' we do not question our orders. we are the jaw that bites. '

' you're a monster in human form. '

' you waste your last breath on insults, and feeble ones at that. '

' excuse me, if at all possible, uh, would you mind not stalking me like that? '

' you don't look particularly sorry. you look rather pleased with yourself. '

' why should i bother to care about you if you can't be bothered to care about me? '

' you have until the count of five to show yourself before i start throwing sharp objects. '

' so you're saying i'm ugly, is that it? '

' sorry, but i'm too pretty to die. '

' listen, the difference between you and me is that i'm a professional. '

' you survived. you're strong. why would you feel insecure about who you are? '

' you go right for the neck. don't you? '

' you still don't trust me? '

' you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? '

' oh, sorry. i guess i have to respect your manly pride now. '

' i really don't have time for this, but i guess i can lend a hand. '

' promise me... you'll escape from this place. '

' thank you. you were very brave. '

' sorry, it looks like i'm going to have to leave you now. '

' you know i am the beginning. what shall you do? '

' when next we meet, one of us will breathe their last. '

' even though our swords may cross as they do now, there's no denying that our chosen paths never will. '

' the dead must have their tribute. '

' just give us one more chance. all we ask for is one more chance. '

' i should have known that one day, you'd be haunting me as well. '

' i don't pick fights i can't win. '

' i haven't forgotten. i'll never forget. '

' i will fight. i will not run away and hide in sorrow. '

' a dog like you will never see me crawl. '

' i will not dress up my sins as kindnesses. '

' do you call that justice? '

' i have claimed your life. you have no say. '

' i will not lose to somebody like you. '

' if you must hate, hate the evil which lurks in us all, not the individual. '

' your perfect world is as dull as dirt. '

' who are you? no, never mind. keep your name. why should i care what a corpse is called? '

' when humanity stands strong and people reach out for each other, there's no need for gods. '

' emotions come in many forms, and as you say, there's no point in hanging on. '

' i don't understand. why do you look like you're going to cry? '

' make peace with whatever the gods worship. your end is near. '

' you're the last person i wanted to see. '

[fangsforiris]

Hi! Could you do some general crush headcanons for Shu? He's my absolute favourite character and I love how you write him! ❤️❤️❤️

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Shū Sakamaki Crush HC's

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Thank you, Anon. He's also one of my favourites, so this was fun to write!!

Word Count: 1192 Included Topics: General, Physical, & Emotional/Personality.

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General Crush HC's:

💛  Right off the bat, Shū wouldn’t want to believe it.

💛  Let alone accept that he’d ever have a crush. 

💛  He’s not a little boy anymore. He’s grown up, he’s an adult. There’s no reason for him to be feeling this sort of attachment again. 

💛  It’s something he’d chalk up to his mind playing tricks on him again. 

💛  Not to mention, that this was juvenile. Shū isn’t like Ayato or Subaru. He doesn’t have time to be messing around with these types of feelings. 

💛  However, considering he’s the oldest, and has had the most experience with this feeling, he’d know the signs straight away. 

💛  Especially when it's concerning his quick changes. Or anything involving him at all. 

💛  From the way he became more proactive, to caring a bit more in the way he came across to others (or more specifically… you.), and the way he had the urge of being something.

💛  It doesn’t look like it, but when Shū was younger he definitely was more of a ‘fangirl’ crush-haver. But in secret of course. 

💛  He’d be our current day ‘delulu is the solulu’ girls/boys. The ones who’d find it refreshing and fun to be in love. 

💛  Looks are very deceiving with this one when he’s in love. 

💛  He’d over analyze every single interaction, and would hope for the best. 

💛  (His over analyzing mode: on.)

💛  Despite his overly nonchalant demeanor, when he was younger he was much more alive. (It was to the point where you’d assume, even from other vampires, that he was a human.)

💛  But in the current day, it’d be the small things. He was still modest with his crushes, shockingly. 

💛  That’d be the one thing his younger self and current self shared. 

💛  They valued the small things. Attention to detail. 

💛  Like if you remembered the band he liked, but let slip out in conversation, or noticed his change in hair product, along with the way he’d use slight makeup to accentuate his eyes, he’d adore you. 

💛  When people pay attention to the smaller things that seem mundane, the things that make sense to complete a person, just like he tends to do in others, 

💛  (which is the reason why he tends to get the full picture of how people are right in 5-10 minutes tops,) 

💛  it secretly drives him mad. Mad with love if you get what I mean. 

💛  But he’d resent this feeling. He hates it. 

💛  After what happened with Edgar (Yūma)... he hasn’t yet recovered completely. 

💛  If it’s serious, he’ll loathe himself and do anything and everything to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest. 

💛  The one that makes him lose his breath, almost like the way he did when Edgar’s village was set aflame. Not a soul to be found. 

💛  Everything seemingly goes back to Edgar with this one. 

💛  It’s the subconscious fear that anything he ever shows slight interest in, would immediately be ripped away. 

💛  Especially those he cares for. 

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Physical Crush HC's:

💛  Realistically this would last around 2 weeks. Maybe even less. 

💛  Shū’s more of the type of person to admire someone’s looks from afar. Almost like a beautiful painting of sorts. 

💛  He’d get over it quickly. He is constantly surrounded by women and men alike who want his attention and practically throw themselves at him.

💛 So he’d at least by that time, find others who are attractive, even more so than the last. 

💛  The one thing to differentiate from a simple acknowledgement of ‘they’re attractive’ and a settlement of ‘stuck in your head for a bit’ for Shū is the way they carry themselves. Consistently. 

💛  If he were to cross their paths in the halls or in a class frequently, it’d be that one determining factor that would allow him to determine if they’re worthy prey or something to admire. 

💛  It varies, but Shū can appreciate all types of beauty.

💛 The same way he can in music, he knows that everyone follows their own tune.

💛 Each individual is molded to fit their tune, their melody. 

💛  So even if someone isn’t as conventionally attractive, it’s the small gestures or aura they give off.

💛 He can shockingly find even a small thing to like about people, even if he isn’t as favourable to them. 

💛  Part of it is from his training to become heir.

💛 When dealing with so many people, you learn that even if they aren’t the greatest, some do have a hidden asset which makes them valuable in a sense. 

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Emotional/Personality Crush HC’s:

💛  Now this… this would last quite a bit. 

💛  When Shū falls, he falls hard. 

💛  Much to his dismay, it’s one of his biggest weaknesses when falling in love. 

💛  He has double sided feelings, however. 

💛  A) To adore and cherish them, whilst ensuring he devotes himself and treats them right, despite his flaws. It’d go to the point where he’d have motivation to change for the better. 

💛  B) Shut himself in and avoid them at all costs. All in the name of letting these stupid feelings go away, due to his fear of ruining everything just like he did with Edgar. 

💛  He can’t have it on his conscience to be the reason for another innocent life being lost. All due to his stupidity and naivety. 

💛  You bet that he’d overanalyze everything. 

💛  His younger self would make a guest star appearance. 

💛  If it’s really bad, you’d even see him talking to Reiji about it. 

💛  That would be when Shū’d be caught off guard, lowering his walls to let Reiji in and talk about what it was that made him fall deeply in love. 

💛  Queue Reiji’s annoyance. 

💛  At first, he’d wonder if he should ruin another thing. But once he sees Shū’s proactivity and want to change and step up. 

💛  Get this man a stool and clipboard. Because they’ll be here all night, and then some. 

💛  He’d get sick and tired of listening to Shū ramble on, though. 

💛  Like imagine the text messages, snaps, insta dm’s, and talking in person. (Assuming they’d use those social medias.)

💛  Reiji would wonder if this was a good idea. But part of him would be happy to have the old Shū back. Even if it’s because of someone other than him.

💛  (Semi-canon that he also wants Shū’s approval and validation. And once valued what Shū thought/wanted of him. Especially as his elder.)

💛  Reiji would have bittersweet feelings. 

💛  But would be fine with it nonetheless. 

💛  And if Shū had doubts or inclinations of wanting to put up all his walls again, Reiji would (shockingly) play good brother and reassure him that it’d be okay. 

💛  This is assuming that Reiji likes you. Or thinks you’re a good influence on Shū and the family name (mainly Shū but he wouldn’t want to admit that he cared about Shū, or was, to a degree, over-protective of him.)

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[soonyoungblr]

thirty — i'm nicer than you

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gender neutral reader

warnings: none

genre: comedy, bickering

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a/n: i'm sorry for being gone for a while, i had zero motivation and also got distracted with genshin but i won't leave wopca for that long again. happy new year, my loves 💖 you'll get better updates from me this year i promise ✨️🌱

[jksprincess10]

Dressed for revenge 1.All things end

AN: I hope you like this first chapter of this new original work. (NB!oc x Joel) Joel and Ghost will cross paths very soon, just not in this chapter. But we do see a glimpse of him...  

CWs for the whole fic: DARK, heavy violence, torture, religious trauma, abuse, SA (implied), transphobia, misgendering, eventual smut.

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August 2008, in the middle of nowhere

Their last house got invaded and burnt down by raiders. The group they were with got scattered in the process. 

Again, the siblings were left alone.

 They walked into the night, two lost souls, their path only lit by the leftover embers burning the remains of their possessions.

The girl isn’t the girl anymore. They ask everyone to call them Ghost. The little girl they were simply died that night with their parents. 

Wyatt is still Wyatt. He had grown stronger, teenage years left behind as he entered his 20s. He was tall, he had broad shoulders, a growing, dark beard and long, dark hair that went past his shoulders.

Ghost was well into their teenagerhood. They had cut their hair somewhere along the way, they wore dark tones of clothes, they weren’t the tallest, but they had strong arms from all their training. They had grown curves that they didn’t like, they had started bleeding every month, but they also forged a strong character. They tried to hide their shape with loose clothes, but they couldn’t be too difficult with what they could find. Every piece of clothing, every piece of food was a blessing. So sometimes, when they could, they hid their shape with tight bandages.

Ghost held their bow ready, an arrow between the tips of their fingers as they walked through the endless woods. Wyatt had his gun ready, only 2 bullets left in it. 

Like the ones he used to kill their parents when they turned.

“We can’t stop. In case there’s anyone left, and they find us…” Wyatt says, a quiet whisper.

“I know. We’ll walk until we find somewhere safer.” Their sibling agreed.

It was always like that.

They found somewhere nice. 

Something bad happened. 

They had to start over. 

An endless cycle of bullshit, in a world overgrown with nature that didn’t want them there.

They walked until they found light in the darkness. There was a big house, near a worn-down church.

Vivid, warm fire breathing inside.

They gasped and stopped for a moment, like they were looking at some mirage.

When they heard noise, the people on patrol that night came out with their guns out. 

Wyatt and Ghost slowly lower their weapons to the ground and lift their hands up, like they had learned over the years.

“We don’t want to bother anyone… We saw the light. Our house got burned down. We just want somewhere to sleep.”

“We’ll be out of your hair by the morning.” Adds Ghost.

But the men don’t lower their guns.

Until a voice – their leader – asks them to stop.

“Come on, is that a good way to welcome children of God?”  The man talking is smaller than Wyatt, wears broken glasses and a priest suit. Ghost feels uneasy, but they don’t say anything. 

Some people turn to violence, others turn to religion.

August 2008, somewhere outside of the Boston QZ

Two other siblings are also on their own path. But they didn’t choose religion.

“C’mon kid, give us what you have, and you walk free.”

The younger one is holding the stranger by the neck while the older does the talking.

“Y-You’re lying!” The one addressed as “kid” is shaking violently. “You killed everyone around me. Please. Please let me go.” But pathetic tears didn’t warm the hearts of the cold men.

A gunshot. A body falling to the ground.

Two faceless siblings leaving with the person’s possessions.

August 2008, Boston QZ

A little girl is crying in the arms of the person doing their best to replace a dead mother.

August 2008, the haven

The men lower their guns as if a puppeteer had let the strings go.

“Come on, we have enough space for you.”

The man rushes the siblings inside with a smile. The siblings keep their weapons close.

The house seems to have an infinity of rooms. It’s disorienting, so they follow the leader closely. It also has a dark ambiance, like it was habited by both humans and ghosts.

They learn the leader’s name: Jeremiah. He also tells them they’re a community of roughly 20 people. He gives the sibling a room for the night and tells them they’re welcome to stay as long as they need to, with a smile that sends shivers down Ghost’s spine.

He asks them for their real names. Wyatt tells him, and even uses their sibling’s birthname. Ghost doesn’t say anything about it – sometimes he just does weird things to protect their family. He knows religious people aren’t usually… nice to their kind.

Jeremiah locks the door from outside.  He wouldn’t want his guests to disappear.

September 2008, the haven

After a month, they realized they would never leave. Where would they go? Would they let them leave?

No, even if they wanted to, Jeremiah was nicely holding them hostage with a smile and empty promises.

Life at the Haven followed a strict routine, usually starting with a mass led by Jeremiah.

It’s hard for Ghost to do what they’re told. They wouldn’t kneel for a God or for any man. But they listen. They mimic the believers.

“So, come on, sweet girl, why don’t you give us the honors of leading the prayer today?”

Ghost cringes at the name, fists tightening and nails creating moon crescents on their skin.

“I won’t if you keep calling me like this, father.” They try not to us a defying tone, but they could see the priest’s smile falling from his ugly face. “Can you please… Just call me Ghost and stop referring to me as a girl?”

“Sister, I’m sorry but I will refer to you the way God made you.” The smile comes back, this time, arrogant.

Wyatt is holding on to their sibling, who wants to jump from the church pew they’re sharing.

“Let it go, Ghost, it’s not worth it.” Wyatt whispers, so only them can hear it.

But they can’t let it go. Not when they already must wear dresses, not when they’re stuck in the kitchen with the other women. Not when they can’t hunt with their brother.

No, you can’t hold me inside a box and not expect me to tear it open.

Ghost gets up and leaves the church, heavy doors swinging open on their way out.

From this moment on, Jeremiah understood that the siblings would be a problem.

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[chrissshub]

DADDY’S DAY

FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO

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Father’s Day.

A day dedicated to those who enter our lives to guide us on one of the many paths. They can bring inspiration, offer gentle care, or to merely supply support in avenues where only fathers can.

It’s because of the day’s significance that Toji stares at you with such confusion, thinned brows brought to a furrowed knit. He’s confused, caught in a daze of you standing before him with such an innocent smile.

You’re truly the prettiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, so much so that his heart flutters at the sight of you. A pretty smile, polished cheeks glimmering with a healthy glow, and that’s all he needs when he’s finally arrived at his desired safe haven.

Why, Toji’s still hung on the sight of you, how the quaint dress of yellow clings to every single one of your curves. Or how your arms hid a folded hold along the curve of your spine.

But there’s more to the scene than he’s allowing to interfere, just ignoring the whiffs of herbs whisking in the air.

A gentle light illuminates through the room he stands, the glow of the eerily moon and saturated lampshades feeding into his rapturing warmth. The kitchen alone was baked in a thick heat, free of heft but welcoming a comfort he’s grown to adore. He’s drawn towards you, wanting to bury all his hidden worries in your arms.

But there’s that confusion again, halting Toji from his true endeavors.

Your eyes wear a similar grin, the glints of joy dotting your hues. You’re excited, the thrill of elation coursing through your timid veins. You wanna tell him exactly what kind of scene he’s walking into—yet Toji’s own urge for clarity pulls you into a premature revelation.

“What’s this about, Y/N?”

“Happy Father’s Day, Sweetheart!”

His head falls into a gentle tilt, threads of his ravenous locks shrouding the bleeding glare of green. Thoughtless and wordless is all Toji’s rendered to become, that same shroud of confusion seeping deeper than he believed.

“Happy Father’s Day to…me?”

“Happy Father’s Day to…you, Toji. That’s exactly what I said.”

“But I’m not your dad, ‘m your husband.”

The gentle distance between you and Toji comes to a close when your arms reach out to him, encircling the thick of his waist. Your head falls to the valley of his chest, the vibrant thumps of his heart melding through your ear. The rich heat beneath his skin broils even through the fabric of his black top, fanning across your puffy cheeks.

“I know. But it’s also a day to celebrate someone who inspires you, provides comfort… you do all that ‘nd more for me, Toji. You’ve been through so much, some stuff I hope to never cross paths with, yet you still manage to keep a smile on your face and your head high. How could I not wanna celebrate you, Baby?”

Toji’s hands curve along your back, stray digits drifting to paw at the plush of your ass. He drives you to sink deeper in his hold, bodies befalling a deadly gravitation. The deep gruff of his voice strikes something deep within you, a small gasp puffing in your lungs.

“You wanna please me, Princess?” The quip rolling sharply off his tongue. The pads of Toji’s fingers grace the flustered skin of your face, drawing along your jaw. His touch calls upon a chill to lick at your spine, forcing you to surrender to his unspoken will.

“Think you can handle that? Wanna please me when I’m always the one fucking you dumb…that’s s’ cute of you.”

Toji’s eyes fall in line with yours once more, widening at the options laid before him. The grip he holds upon your ass is heavy, the tips of his thick digits digging into the supple fat.

He’s smothering you in his arms, closing off any stance that could possibly exist between you both. He just needs to hear it, to hear some form of clarification to his hazy mind.

“C’mon, I made dinner, got all fancy. We can do whatever you want—dinner, movie, I’m here to enjoy it with you.”

“So basically…I’m hearing dinner, a movie and whatever I want. Does…does it have to be in that order?”

A string of hums sings from your throat, your head shaking to ease Toji’s inquiries. “Nope, we can do whatever you want first, it’s your day after all!”

The pretty imbue of pink drags along the plump curve of Toji’s lips, hinging at the scar adorning the corner. Hunger flickers in his eyes when he looks at you, scanning your fragile physique from above.

“Good, good…that means you’ll have to keep up with me, Baby.”

Toji parts from you with a smug grin, welcoming the forbidden space to fill you once more. All that remains of his presence is a peck he places onto your forehead, a delighted chuckle seeping from the depth of his tummy.

“Go on and put a movie on, pick something that goes nicely with beer.”

A final peck sets in between you and Toji, the warm bundle of his arms slipping from you. Paced tracks break about the room, leading with him trudging to the door of the refrigerator and you settling onto the couch. You curl right into the couch’s plush backing, awaiting for the hunkering wall of your husband to accompany you.

The couch’s cushions dip beneath the weight of Toji, his arm instinctively lacing around your waist. He pulls you to mount his lap, cradling you in his closed-off reach. His lips catch along the fragile skin of our neck, peppering soft pecks at your collarbone.

The remote’s trapped within your hand as the screen flickers with color, the radiant hues of the film’s title commencing. Yet, there’s a weighing factor that distracts you from the movie, Toji’s looming influence closing your focus to a fine point.

“Tell me what you love about me, wanna hear what keeps you around a man like me.”

His words pull you into his own tantalizing world, casting a blurry gauze to hinder your sights. Your hand lays along the hull of his chest, fingers ratting a mindless tone as you pull the thoughts to the forefront of your mind.

“I love everything about you—your smile, your voice, how you hold me so close like this. You always try your best to keep me happy, even if it’s after something really dumb. How could I not love every inch of you, Toji? Y’re so perfect for me.”

Toji’s lips trail up to your chin gradually, stamping his feathery mark along the curve of your jaw. He’s inching to return back to your lips. Placing the plush pout at the corners of your mouth was more than what he could handle, inevitably spreading to meet the full expanse of your lips.

All he can offer you is a boyish grin, his eyes now sharing in the same star pattern that once shrouded your own. Vulnerability boils right at the surface of his skin, the flushing red dusting across his complexion. He tugs at the dress hem to have you closer, placing the curve of your knees to slot beside the thick of his thighs.

“You make me a better man, you deserve all the credit. I don’t where I’d be without you, Princess.”

And just like that, he’s the first to fall at lust’s feet, his fingers still clinging to the hem of your dress.

Toji could never admit it to you, what gets him turned on with no real explanation. It’s the budding moments of an intimacy so familiar—just like this— that cuts so deep against his heart. He’s eager to hold you closer, to have your body so entangled with his that it’s nothing short of a hailed artwork.

That reason alone is why he bunches the soft cotton between his grasp, gathering the wrinkles of cloth until nothing’s left to hide the temple of your body. The moment the pretty yellow slips from off you start the parade, sending the variety of clothing to fall into the many piles of disarray.

All that’s left amongst you both is the veil of warmth wafting from the bare skin of your bodies. It’s fueled by you guiding to search for minuscule relief. Your hips sink along with his, pitting the puffy lips of your cunt to place a sticky kiss along Toji’s shaft. Your small hand clings to the nape of his neck, lithe fingers curling about the strands of black.

There’s something so fragile at the moment, an unspoken sense that can’t be ruined by lust’s intoxicating influence. To have Toji beneath you was one thing, but to feel all the befalling his senses couldn’t begin to be put into words. To feel the heavy thumps of his heart meld into yours, how his hands encircle your waist in hopes of keeping you like this for as long as time willed him.

Such a sense of self even trails to forbidden places, beauty unfolding just between your legs. The thick, heavy length of his cock fills between your glossy folds, or how the tip sits so homely at your clit. The throbs of his head strum at your clit, paired with the spilling tears of precum. It’s the hot buzzing twitches that numb you, sending your mind afloat.

Your hips fall into a rut, desperate to soothe the urge deeper embedded in Toji’s tummy. Or that’s how it began, an innocent ruse turned self indulgent. The moans you pulled from Toji’s poor hollowed lungs were nothing if not obscene, his nails clipping into your skin.

It’s so simple but crippling, the growing friction seeping through the patched cracks. Intervention isn’t really a thought in either of your minds. When the lewd sighs of your breath fan across each other’s skin. His loosened grip tightens along your hips. It’s enough force to pull you down from that high horse, sinking along the rough curve of Toji’s thighs.

A pout pushes onto your lips as you watch Toji lean back against the couch’s frame, pulling you to rest along his bare chest. The question that boils on your tongue is immediately wiped from mind when his hand snakes between you both, a strong grip bringing the fat head of his cock to peck at your hole.

“No, lemme do it. Just want you to sit real pretty on me, ‘kay?”

You give him a shy nod as you relax in his hold, your forehead filling along the crook of his neck.

The tremor of nerves that quake through your belly comes as courtesy of the building anticipation. You’ve taken him more times than you can count but it doesn’t make each time any less thrilling. Having the pretty crown of a throbbing red weep a shameful mess of pre baking at your slit before even attempting to go any further.

Why, just the tip alone is enough to have your whimper out his name, but you grin and bear it—just to earn one of Toji’s pats of praise. He’s only begun with you. His hips rock ever so gently to ease you apart, coaxing your walls to smother half his length greedily.

“Just a little bit more, pretty girl. Takin’ me so good.”

It’s crazy how much a few charitable words can do to someone, especially coming from the likes of Toji. The low gravel in his voice licks well with the sweet nothings. Just the sound of his voice like this is soothing in itself, charming you to melt in his hold.

A groan rips from Toji the moment he’s aware of it, the sudden heat sealing his cock in a swift motion. You’re just so tight for him, so tight that its numbing. A dizzy head and a hitching breath are all Toji comes to know when he’s this deep in you, his body falling at your feet. He can’t even look at you the way he wants to, all that energy being used to reel from the hilt of your pussy.

His heavy eyes happen to fall onto the sinful sight—his cock forcing the lips of your cunt to split. He’s taking your poor cunt with him at every draw of his hips. The scene’s so lewd but entertains something dangerously dark in his heart. He’s inclined to test you, see how much it would take to wreck you.

So…Toji does.

The least he can do is support you, his hands bracing the small of your back as kindly as he possibly could. To distract you from the whims of his own amusement, Toji’s lips catch your own in a sweeping kiss. It’s serving as his apology, the curved mounds of his lips clinging onto yours as he buries your pussy beneath the grueling snap of his hips.

The fat girth of his cock, the tanned length coddled between your walls. Each rise of his hips brings the head of his cock to nip at your cervix. using his brute strength to drop your hips even further.

It’s hard to ignore it, the clashes of prickling skin echoing throughout the room. The percussions seem to join the pornographic symphony erupting about, joining the whimpers and cries of bliss.

“Shh, I’ve got you. Just…relax,” the coos warbling from his shaky voice. Truth be told, it’s hard for Toji to offer comfort when he’s like this, so blown into a state of bliss. He’s unstable, unsure of what he truly wants.

He knows he wants to cum, frantic hips acting as his guide to reach his high. But he knows that he wants to enjoy every second he has you like this, to relish in how the suckling warmth of your pussy envelops his cock so perfectly.

It’s too much for the simple man.

He doesn’t know who’s going to get the short end of the stick, which one of you will break beyond recognition. Yet for his luck, you’re the first to crumble. Toji’s lucky to witness it, the sliver of composure snapping in the dark abyss of your blown pupil.

Your hips fall into a frenzied stutter, knocking Toji to a still hold. He’s bracing you in a dumbed awe, a small gap forming at his lips. You’re so pretty to him like this— swollen lips glazed with spit, electric twitches rummaging through your veins with triumph, and limp body searching for refuge.

And the way your walls sear his cock in a gluttonous clasp pulls at all he’s built it. Toji can’t even help it when he does finally reach his peak, how the viscid webs of white fill every orifice of your pussy. It’s so much that it has the thick head buzzing with weary but for the life of him…he won’t dare to pull away from you.

Toji doesn’t challenge it, that deep set of fatigue setting in. All his strength’s gone to filling your pretty cunt to the brim, a task that he couldn’t be more willing to partake in.

His hands keep you in a closed embrace for a peace of mind, using the shuddering huffs of your lungs to calm himself down all the same. It’s just as his eyes finally fall shut that he finds another reason to push through it—the small whimper of your voice that sparks something in him.

“Fuck, T-Toji…I-”

“You still have to keep up with me, ‘member?” He mutters, pulling your legs apart for his waist to fill. Toji’s lips find way to your ear, the low rasp of his voice gracing the shell. He can’t help but lay his hand across your tummy as he speaks, thick fingertips pressing into the flexed plush.

“Happy Father’s Day to me? Right?”

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Sooo does anyone know this artist?

Back to my reminiscing over RMD, there's one artist specifically from that site who was very popular on the platform and most well known for their 'animated stories' - not literally animated, but utilizing the flash replay tool to draw a scene, cover it over with the background canvas color, and then draw the next scene, making these little comics that you could watch being drawn from start to finish scene by scene.

And that artist was Sadik.

(CW: blood, violence, and old mid 2000's era art ahead!)

Anyone who reads my original works might recognize this name. Well, that's because Sadik is (or potentially was) a real person.

I got to know Sadik during my time on the site, they were an active part of the community and were peak mid 2000's "I made you a cookie but I eated it" emo culture. They eventually migrated to DeviantArt where they became more active there (this was something that happened to a lot of artists who evolved past the flash and Java tools of RMD) but eventually they sort of just fell off the face of the Earth.

Obviously I can't really show the animated works they did because those were constrained entirely to the flash software which no longer works (and thus can't be replayed via Wayback) but here are some of their standalone art pieces that give off exactly the vibe I just described (so if you didn't know what I was talking about before, this should help give you a visual aid):

I adored their work, as did many people at the time. Granted, RMD was a much smaller site, but the Internet as a whole was smaller back then. We spent a lot of time talking through PM's, I told them about Time Gate, and that's how Sadik - the character - was born.

We both sort of drifted away from RMD as time went on, and naturally didn't talk as often as a result. I don't know where Sadik is today. I don't know if they're still creating art or even still alive. Their RMD page is long gone, the few artists who have managed to reconnect through the RMD Discord have no idea who I'm talking about or where they would be today, and even their DA is long since deactivated. I don't even remember how I was able to preserve those older art pieces that were unique to them, but I hope they're still out there creating art. They were good at it and it brought a lot of people joy. I still have the drawings they created for Time Gate back in the day, when it was still just a silly little self-insert Zelda fanfiction. I didn't find these ones by happenstance before the site shut down or via Wayback after - I kept them, and have always made sure to back them up every single time I've switched PC's because I don't ever want to lose them.

So I guess in a way this series of posts about RMD isn't just a eulogy for my past self, old art, and a site that no longer exists - it's also for the artists who nurtured my work back when very few people were, my first fans, who created art that stuck with me through the years, and, in Sadik's case, even became a part of Time Gate's history, still a part of it today. Thank you for being there, Sadik. I hope our paths cross again some day ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[starlostseungmin]

— good boy gone bad, felix

pairing: gangster!felix x spy!fem reader (with she/her pronouns)

genre: suggestive, slight enemies to lovers trope, fluff

warnings: mentions of weapons, sex (not executed), drugs & profanity, kissing, making-out, minors dni, a freaking cliffhanger, not proofread.

word count: 4.4k

note: my first ever fic after a whole month of hiatus! i know this is such a disappointment, i'm so lazy af TT and HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELIX !! ♡

The solemn rays of sunset kissed his skin as he sat at the edge of an empty rooftop. Blue skies were mixed with yellow and orange to prepare for the end of the afternoon. His skin glows with the natural light highlighting the stars imprinted on his cheeks. A feeling of ease and quiet, but it will turn into chaos after the sun disappears. He watched the busy streets as the sounds of cars faded when they get to a distance, people take the crossings and choose different paths to their destination, and the buildings start to light up before dark. 

“You should get home before they see you,” A friend of his spoke, taking the empty spot next to him. 

“Let them chase me, they won’t get anything from me anyway,” He smirked. “Did you hear from Chan?” 

“No, but they thought you stole drugs from them, it’s dangerous for you to hang around,” 

“It’s not my fault why he screw up the plan,” Felix hissed. “Whatever the fuck is going on, it wasn’t me,” 

“We know,” His friend sighs. 

“The government doesn’t have the power to take us to prison too,” Felix said. 

“I know, but just be careful, you know the Boss won’t bail us out once one gets caught carelessly,” 

“Right,” Felix answered, sighing heavily. “How is Y/n doing?” 

“Since when did you get interested in her?” His friend smirked but Felix just scoffed in response. 

“I’m just worried that her roommate is a criminal,” He laughed. “Does she know?” He asked again, looking at his friend. 

“No,” 

“Good,” Felix nodded. 

“It’s not good knowing that I might cause her danger. I need to move out soon,” Hyunjin sighs. 

“Why don’t you stay in our dorm? It’s easier than risking a life of a stranger who doesn’t know your crimes,” Felix suggested as Hyunjin shook his head. 

“I’ll try to talk to her about it, and by the way, do you want me to introduce you to her?” Hyunjin smirked which made Felix laugh along.

“No thanks, I don’t want to get someone involved in my crimes,” Felix answered, looking back to the wonderful afternoon view. 

“Such a good boy you are Felix,” His friend laughed when he nudged his arm playfully. 

“Shut up Hyunjin,” He chuckled. 

“It’s getting dark soon, are you sure you’re staying longer?” Hyunjin asked, glancing at the younger boy beside him. 

“Yeah, get home safely,” 

Hyunjin left the rooftop and disappeared as he sighs heavily, taking his time watching the sunset again. He fell into deep thoughts after realizing he was all alone, but the noisy crowd kept him distracted. It was getting cold anyway, the autumn breeze was being ignored by a busy city. Everyone except him but the authorities won’t ignore him for his alleged crimes. If it wasn’t for Chan, he wouldn’t be running around and hiding but he can’t blame the old man for screwing it up. Closing his eyes, things don’t matter to him anymore. Life is already bullshit to give a shit. 

He rested his elbows on his knees, watching everything from above. Streetlights were already lit up and the population multiplied from what he saw before. This city life is no joke, all the bustling sounds of different things from here and there have gone suffocating. He knew he needed to leave—some big guys are going to find him soon. 

Felix stood up and stared at the horizon for a bit, hands in his pockets and a lollipop in his mouth. The sun has already reached the other side of the earth—the night will be much more difficult than the day. Leaving the building in a blink of an eye was not effective when he reached the streets. Too crowded to make way, too noisy to feel peace, too suffocating to breathe, and the eyes of evil never wanting to let him go. He bumped a few shoulders as he went inside the chaos and suddenly stopped in his tracks. Being a member of a wanted gang makes it difficult but it will be fun playing chase—yet those glaring eyes of two men weren’t wearing uniforms. Felix smirked at them as he slowly stepped back, taking the candy out of his mouth. He started to smile while they stepped forward and threw the lollipop away before starting the game. 

Running through the streets in the middle of the night and being chased by thugs wasn’t part of his plan. He just wanted to get back to the dorms without getting caught but fate loves to play. Men’s voices were heard as he escalated to the alley, jumping over a few barriers on the way. His hair is already a mess, his forehead covered with sweat—a bunch of profanity came out of his mouth. The sounds were getting louder in a quiet alley as he was panting heavily. He needed a place to hide after executing parkour on a busy evening. His hands rested on his knees trying to catch his breath with an exhausted laugh escaping his lips. They won’t catch him easily in a crowded street anyway but then again, he needs to lay low. 

Felix took one last glance behind but only to find them glaring at him before walking away. Leaving the area would be safe for now but he needed a place to hide until he gets back to the dorms. A sigh escaped his lips as he wears his hood, shoving his hands in his pockets and left as well. This is going to be a busy night indeed. The sounds of cars on the highway blasted their horns making everything noisy, the heavy traffic wasn’t helping either. People are rushing by, several stores are preparing to close for the day, he didn’t know why he ended up going to college in such a chaotic place. 

You turned off the lights of the bakery at exactly 7 o’clock. Another hectic day, you can’t blame the owner for having good quality pastries every day. It is a great experience but it doesn’t mean it’s that easy to fulfill. You needed a job to sustain yourself in the few remaining months of college. Graduation needs a lot of compliance and hard work isn't enough. This life is already a living hell after you cut off relations with everyone in your family. 

People may not know what the future holds, but you are hoping everything will turn out well for you. Or that’s what you thought it would be. Life in the city has always been busy, people are always after money. It’s nothing new to you when you are one of them for the sake of surviving. You have no power in this world without it. Looking up to the sky, you could only hope. It’s been a long time since that man promised to pay you but nothing reaches your bank account—only from the owner of the bakery. You had to contemplate getting a second job because you knew the bakery’s salary won’t be enough, it made you regret working a side job. That man is a liar. 

“Hey! Watch it!” Someone with a deep voice exclaimed after you felt something bump on your shoulder. 

“Sorry, I一” You stopped, seeing who it was. “I wasn’t… looking,” 

“Keep your eyes on the road,” He growled, rolling his eyes at you before taking his lollipop back inside his mouth. 

“Sorry,” You said quietly stepping aside to make a way when he purposely bump his shoulder against yours the second time and left. “I said, ‘Sorry’! Idiot,” 

Hissing underneath your breath, you just had to let it go. A jerk like him doesn’t deserve your attention anyway. But there was something about him that woke the curiosity inside you, even attraction. You shake your head while taking your way home, the usual direction you use for a shortcut to lessen the commotion. Streetlights started to dim their lights upon your presence which makes you tense. Everyone knows you are prone to danger when alone, especially when you could see the faces of thugs chasing that guy who bumped your shoulder. Your roommate didn’t even bother to call you, but you can’t blame him for being a wuss or probably he was just avoiding danger. 

“I’m home,” You said, shutting the door behind you yet no response from them. “Hyunjin? Are you here?” Still nothing. You opened the door of his room and saw him passed out on his bed. A bunch of art materials on the floor and an unfinished painting on the easel near his mattress. Scoffing at the sight, he must’ve been so exhausted with the details. But seeing him being so passionate about his interest made you smile. 

Closing his curtains and taking a few things on the floor, Hyunjin is careless sometimes, not minding the fact he’s been a few months older—he still needs someone to take care of him. The door gently shut after you were done and went to the kitchen to cook dinner. Hyunjin will never wake up in the next few hours anyway. Ramen became the only option after realizing there was nothing left in the fridge. You need to go food shopping the next day, which will be another busy day. Nothing changes, just like how the instructions for cooking ramen remain the same but one can be innovative with recipes. But on simple terms such as yours, innovation didn’t come yet. You let out a harsh sigh after having an exhausting day, a cup of ramen won’t satisfy your hunger but no other options left. Tasty noodles have always been the option that never disappoints. 

⁠♡

“You almost got caught!” Chan exclaimed at Felix who was sitting on the couch across from him. “And what if they kill you?” 

“They won’t get me,” Felix answered but Chan glared at him. “My job was to be the lookout with Jisung, you and Minho were in charge to get the drugs, how come you screwed up? And why I am to blame? Now I am the one they are looking for!” 

“You didn’t touch anything that night don’t you?” Chan asked when Felix leaned at the backrest, poking his inner cheek with his tongue. 

“Are you accusing me right now?” He asked. 

“I’m not,” Chan spoke. “Just reassure me that you didn’t.” 

“That place was a fucking warehouse, what am I supposed to take? Rusty metals? Garbage?” Felix hissed. “We’re just being fooled by that man, I can’t trust him,” 

“I heard he took someone in,” Chan said, taking the seat beside Felix. 

“A new spy?” Felix asked knitting his brows. 

“I doubt it is,” Chan sighed. “I’m off to see him right now, he better do something about this matter of yours,” He added and went to take his way leaving the younger boy to fall into deep thoughts. The couch was comfy enough to rest as he stared at the old dirty ceiling. But instead of having a peaceful train of assumptions, the chaos happening within the neighborhood kept him awake. Sounds of moans and clatter were heard behind the thin walls, he shut his eyes tightly covering a pillow on his face but nothing works—why did this place was made of cheap materials with a high rate anyway?

“Bloody hell,” He hissed and jumped out of the couch, taking his leather vest, and left the dorm. The alley was quiet enough to pursue a train of thought as the stray animals ran past him. Felix bit his hair tie in between his teeth as he gather his black locks, trying to make a half ponytail. He crept and reached the busy streets again, taking a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket. 

Hyunjin was out again, the same thing he does almost every day if he’s nothing painting anything. You were alone on your day off and the groceries were left to take care of. Two paper bags sat on the table as you read the receipt, so foolish of you to forget a few things, and sighed heavily. It looks like it’s going to rain, another hassle would lead to a high inconvenience. You were supposed to take a rest after grocery shopping, but bloody hell as it is—you left your apartment again. 

Clouds started to gather as they paint the sky gray, you walked slowly out of your street address and went for a shortcut you always take in a broad daylight. You were already convinced that your life is in danger when the same men you saw last night are behind you, one was holding a baton and the other one has a knife. The orientation of your boss from your side job was right, working for him is already risking yourself but that doesn’t mean you’re weak to escape. You walked calmly to the crossing but another man showed up to stop you from escaping. Taking a few steps backward, you were already surrounded as you clutched the straps of your bag. 

“Shit,” You hissed under your breath. 

“You’re working for Mr. Yang right?” One man asked. 

“You stole the drugs didn’t you?” Another one asked. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You smirked, taking your self-defense metal stick— clicking it to expand before whacking it to them, one was hit on his neck and waist. The metal was strong enough to make someone unconscious but that won’t be part of the plan for now. You need to escape, one of them tried to stab you but you managed to kick him away and ran. 

Felix finally found a quiet place to think and be alone, a familiar alley he used to get home when he was still in middle school. But things happen for a change, once a quiet place turns into a chaotic one. He was sitting on the ground while having his back rested on a roller shutter filled with graffiti art, the lollipop stayed still inside his mouth as he closed his eyes. The stillness of the ground and the holding breeze of the wind were the only things he wanted to consume, but then, familiar voices were heard coming his way, and you, running for your life. 

“After her!” One yelled. 

“Fuck,” Felix hissed. 

You were already at a distance from those thugs when you saw Felix glaring at them, you remembered his face from last night as he stood there, watching you. 

“What are you doing? Fucking run, idiot!” You yelled at him. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He said and grabbed your hand, running towards somewhere unfamiliar. 

“Hurry up! We’re losing them!” One yelled from behind as Felix keeps running head, tightening his grip on yours. 

“Where are you taking me?” You asked, following his direction. 

“Just shut your mouth!” He said before going inside an abandoned house and leading you to the bathroom. “Get inside the tub,” 

“What? It’s dirty!” You exclaimed as he locked the door. 

“Just fucking hide, they won’t find us here,” He hissed as you get inside the bathtub and let your back rest on the cold, dusty ceramic. Felix heard voices coming inside the house, and went to close the shower curtain, suddenly hovering above you. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered beneath him. 

“Hiding, not shut up, they’re here,” He said. 

His face was just a few inches away from yours and you could feel his breath. His hands were placed on your waist as he lay above you, feeling each other’s bodies. The scent of his perfume is intoxicating and the way he stares at you made a weird feeling. His heartbeat is fast, the same as how yours respond in the current situation. You two fell into silence while listening to the heavy footsteps outside and loud footsteps became murmurs. Your eyes shut when one of them tried to open the door, forcing the doorknob to twist open. 

“Fuck,” He breathed. “Don’t move,” 

“They’re not here,” One said. 

“This door is locked, they must be inside,” Another one said. Felix and you looked at each other, hoping they won’t pursue getting in—heartbeats became faster than usual. 

“Leave it, this is haunted anyway,” The last one said. The sounds of their footsteps faded in the ditch which made you and Felix wait until everything is cleared. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as he collapsed above you. 

“Are you alright?” You asked but he didn’t answer. “Please get off of me,” But no answer again. 

He fell asleep inside the tub as you lay beside him gently caressing his black locks. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly to pull you closer to his exhausted body. Felix is a stranger, a new person you just met on the streets a few minutes ago, maybe hours after you saw him last night. But if it weren't for him, you would be dead by now. It was a careless move of yours to choose that alley for a shortcut towards the city, but a man sucking on a lollipop while leaning on a roller shutter saw you—an alleged gang member who was being followed too but had to involve you in his crimes when you were the one being chased. 

Then again, you are convinced that your life is already in danger, but the beauty that lies within this person made him look like an angel. You stared at him, he was so gorgeous and his freckles were like constellations, a beautiful creature looking innocent but can kill a man. One look and you're done, yet it doesn't scare you in any way. But one thing about him, he is fucking insane. Trespassing an abandoned house wasn’t a part of the plan, it was to escape. A sigh suddenly escaped your lips, minutes will turn into an hour in a few, and he is still not moving. 

“Please wake up, my back hurts already,” You said and that’s when he fluttered his eyes open. 

“They’re gone?” He asked, slowly getting up. 

“Yeah, it has been a while,” You answered as he reached his hand to help you up. “What’s your name and why are they chasing you?” 

“I should ask the same question,” He said, walking out of the bathroom as you follow him to the living room. “I’m Felix, I work under Mr. Yang, the mafia.” You stopped in your tracks as he sat on the stairs, taking off his leather vest before looking back at you. “How about you?” 

“Y/n, I work as a spy for him,” You said but Felix suddenly washed his face with his hands when he realized you were the one Chan was talking about. How come Hyunjin didn’t know? 

“I know your name,” He said. “You stole it, didn’t you?” He said as his voice went deep while glaring at you. 

“Stole what?” You asked, leaning at the backrest of a dusty couch. 

“The drugs, you were there that night,” 

“You saw me? Do you have proof I was there?” You smirked when suddenly you found yourself, leaning against the wall with Felix pinning you on it, faces slowly closing their gap against each other. 

“Be honest with me, if it was you, I swear I’m going to fuck with you right now,” He said, having his grip on your wrist tightened. 

“You don’t know me, Felix,” You growled at him. 

“It was you right?” He asked again. “I was blamed for stealing drugs from those thugs, they thought it was me because I wasn’t there when the negotiating happened. I was on the lookout, you sneaked in and stole them right?” But despite his anger, you ended up smiling at him. “You’re insane,” 

“No, you are,” You whispered. “Do you want me to apologize for the inconvenience I gave you? Then, I’m sorry,” You shrugged. “But I’m never going to say sorry about you being a fool,” 

“What?” He hissed. 

“Mr. Yang doesn't trust you guys, he sent me to take care of the drugs,” You confessed. “He already has it,” 

“How am I supposed to believe you?” He asked, pinning you harder. 

“I won’t be here with you if I was lying right?” You said, rolling your eyes. “Do you want to fuck?” Felix stared at you for a minute, he couldn’t believe what was going on yet a laugh was heard from him. “You’re crazier than me,” 

“No, you are,” You said, pushing him away. 

“Why do you work for him?” He asked when you were about to leave. 

“I need the money, Felix, I can’t depend on my job at the bakery,” You said. “And it’s weird that you know me,” 

“Hyunjin told me things about you, I just didn’t know why you didn’t tell him that you’re a spy and you work under the same Boss! You knew we’re in the same gang,” He exclaimed. 

“I just met you last night, I didn’t know your name, I didn’t know you have connections with Hyunjin and the Boss, Mr. Yang just told me there’s a group of 8 boys who work for him and said he can’t trust you so he sent me,” You said. “I only thought Hyunjin was just simple as a college boy but I guess I was wrong then, and Mr. Yang promised to pay me a few days after I got him the drugs but I still got nothing from him. It’s been a week.” You sighed heavily. 

“That’s tragic,” He said. 

“I know right?” You laughed. “I’m going to get a few things, do you want to go with me?” 

“I don’t want to get caught,” He said. 

“So it’s a no, then?” You asked as he nodded. “I’ll see you around,” 

“Sure,” He smiled as you were about to leave. You stopped before you could reach the door and turned to look at him. 

“Before I go, here,” You said, walking back towards him and punching him in the gut, which made him groan in pain. 

“Fuck! What was that for?” He winced with a hand on his stomach. 

“That is for not apologizing after bumping into me last night,” You said pointing your finger at him. 

“I thought we’re already okay?” He asked, looking at you with pain written in his eyes. 

“We are, so,” You paused as you held both of his cheeks, crashing your lips onto his. Felix was stunned before he could melt in and wrap his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. It tastes like strawberry candy—the lollipop he had to throw away again after being chased by those stupid men. But he thought that these happenings were worth his while. “And that’s for saving my life,” You smiled before giving him a peck on the lips and grabbing your bag. 

“You can’t do this to me,” Felix said quietly. 

“Yes, I can. I’m leaving,” You said and was about to leave when Felix once again grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to his body, and staring into your eyes. 

“You can’t,” He smirked. 

“Okay, I won’t then,” You said. Felix leaned closer as your lips meet again, feeling the softness he failed to sense when you kissed him out of the blue. He held your cheeks as he deepened the kiss with your hands wrapped around his neck. It started to get intimate when he slid his tongue inside your mouth as a delicate moan was heard from you. Kissing a man you just met felt so strange but the idea of you being in the same situation ended up, touchy. The thumping of your heart was loud and fast enough to handle the adrenaline rush inside your body. 

Felix made you sit on his lap when he reached the old sofa. The delicate strawberry flavor remains on his lips that you want to taste even more. He held you closer to him as you felt his hand squeezing your ass, enough to make you glare at him. 

“You’re a little naughty, aren’t you?” You chuckled. 

“Says the one just kissed me out of the blue,” He smirked. “You’re one to talk,” 

“Shut up,” You hissed when he crashed his lips onto yours again. Your hand reached for the hem of his white tank top, pulling it over his head before you pressed yourself against him. A groan escaped his lips as his hand held your nape while the other one reaches inside your shirt to caress your bare skin. Felix bit your lower lip, sucking it in as you whined in response. Your hands were around his neck again when he traces his fingers on your back to unclasp your bra, slowly squeezing your breast. “Fuck,” 

“Can I?” He asked, breaking the kiss. 

“Go ahead,” You smiled, before kissing him again as he lay you down on the couch and hovered above you the second time. His kisses traveled from your cheek down to the neck, licking and nipping your skin as you hugged him. It felt good that it had your eyes shut, biting your lip to savor the moment. “Hmm, Felix,” 

“You like that, honey?” He whispered in your ear before leaving wet kisses when you heard your phone ring, making him stop. You heard a groan from him as his eyes met yours. “Who is it?” 

“I don’t know, should I take it?” You asked as he sighed in response, giving a nod before sitting beside you. The ringtone was loud enough to make an alarm, you should’ve set it in silent mode. You grabbed your bag and sat up before taking your phone to check. “It’s Hyunjin,” 

“Answer it,” He said. 

“Hello?” You asked, pressing the phone on your ear. 

“Y/n where are you? Come home, the landlord’s here,” Hyunjin said, filled with frustration in his voice. 

“What happened?” You asked, sighing in between. Hyunjin was so pissed off, his voice was filled with frustration and worry that Felix was unable to hear. “I’ll be there, wait for me,” 

“What else should I do?” Hyunjin said, putting the phone down, leaving you sighing again and Felix watching you. 

“What happened?” He asked. 

“Renting problems, I need to go,” You told him while fixing yourself from being a mess. “Are you coming?” 

“Nah, I have other plans,” Felix said, voice filled with disappointment. How could it be so urgent that Hyunjin wanted to ruin it? 

“I’ll make it up to you soon,” You said as he sighs. 

“Fine,” He sighed. “Don’t be long,” 

“I won’t,” You answered as he went to pull you in for a kiss. 

“I’ll see you around, Y/n,” He answered before you smiled and left. Little didn’t you know Hyunjin knew what you were up to. 

part two?? kinda cliffhanger tho, let me think... what do you think? lmk ♡

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Angel with a Shotgun

Angel with a Shotgun

Wanderer x female reader

wc: 3,158

Notes: Yet another fic with my oc in mind but it reads like an x reader (I’ve been inspired what can I say lol), speaking of inspired this was inspired by the song Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab (specifically the nightcore version), fun fluff with the reader constantly threatening the Traveler (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

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“Ehehe, Paimon believes that Paimon’s miles better than- Traveler, who’s that?” Paimon shrieks as she hides behind the traveler. 

Huh. That’s not the reaction I expected, but I’m not surprised by it.

I am approaching them as I wield my sword after all.

I thought our first meeting would be different, and nothing like this. But I know what I must do. “Traveler. You have crossed a line that should never be crossed. The Wanderer…” I trail off, the venom in my voice creating a tense atmosphere.

The Traveler steps back slightly, shielding Paimon from me. I don’t give them a moment to ponder my words before I’m lunging forward with my drawn sword. The Traveler manages to parry my blow, but I manage to cut off a small strand of their hair.

I grasp the strand and hold it in my open palm, smirking all the while as I ignore Paimon’s frightened squeals.

“Funny, I thought you were a person of many titles. ‘The Honorary Knight.’” Our blades run along each other as my sharp blade attempts to slice through their neck.

“The Captain of the Watatsumi Island Special Operations Unit.” With a grunt I lower myself to the ground and swipe beneath the Traveler’s feet. with my agile one’s. They dodge my first foot, but they trip over the second one that makes a swift follow up. They fall to the ground, but before my blade can slam down on them they’re quick to roll over.

I groan when they use the element of geo to knock me down from behind, but I quickly recover with the assistance of the wind. “The Outlander.” I encase the Traveler and I in a circle of Ice, the pointy edges almost piercing Paimon. That’s when the Traveler’s eyes truly darken, and a sadistic smile makes it way onto my lips.

“The First Sage of Buer.” The Traveler’s eyes widen and they falter for a moment at my words, and I take the opportunity to freeze a slippery path below their feet. Paimon yells for the Traveler to watch out, but it’s too late.

They’ve already fallen into my trap.

I never cared for Signora, but I mimic her technique as I enclose the Traveler’s feet where they stand. The strong gust of wind I’m summoning has Paimon struggling to stay in our enclosed arena as I make my way over to the struggling Traveler.

They’ve grown stronger from their experiences in previous nations so I can’t underestimate them; it won’t be long before they break free from my icy prison. I can’t help but chuckle when I realize they’re using a similar method to the Anemo Archon to escape the ice.

The Traveler uses the wind and earth to chip away at the block of ice encapsulating their feet. Unfortunately for them, my resolve won’t yield so easily. “You should’ve kept to yourself; stop butting your head in place it doesn’t belong. The Wanderer is not an individual to be messed with, and neither am I. If you ever lay a hand on him again, I will not be so merciful. Maybe I should give you a demonstration of what’s in store if you dare to play with magic.” I don’t wait for a response as my blade slashes down to scar the Traveler’s arm. Paimon’s scream is as piercing as the beginnings of frostbite that nip at the tips of my fingers.

My blade stops mere millimeters from my target.

How frustrating.

My blade is stopped by a hand and a strong gust of wind, and I look up to come face to face with the man I’m currently fighting for.

My entire demeanor shifts as my eyes light up and my heart pounds loudly with joy in my ears. “Wanderer!!” I engulf him in a hug, and he grunts. “What did I tell you about attacking people over stupid rumors you hear about me!?” Wanderer scolds me harshly and he wacks the back of my head.

I let out a cry of dismay before I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. The ice around us ceremoniously breaks and the wind slows to a calm, soothing breeze. A beautiful flurry of snow now surrounds us, and Paimon flies over to the Traveler to check up on them as the ice encapsulating their foot finally breaks.

“But- but this time they said you died!! They said the Traveler successfully put an end to-“ “Don’t listen to rumors you dimwit!” Wanderer wacks me again before he pulls me roughly against him.

I sniffle as he soothingly smoothes my hair back. I feel more than hear him chuckle as Paimon screams at the both of us. “Tell that small floating child to shut up. They’re giving me a headache.” Wanderer bursts into raucous laughter at my words while the Traveler sounds unamused and quite angry.

“Rest now. I’ll explain the situation for you, but don’t get your hopes up.” I allow myself to finally relax knowing Wanderer is actually safe and not deceased like I previously thought he was.

The last thing I feel are his soft lips against the crown of my head.

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“And that’s the gist of it. So? How do you feel? You almost lost something valuable to someone of extraordinary power, yet all you can do is stand there with that dumb look on your face.” Paimon’s loud voice wakes me up from my restful nap, and I stir as the unconscious world fades from my mind.

Damn. I was having a good dream too.

“You’re being too loud.” Wanderer scolds Paimon as I shift in his arms. Paimon continues shouting nonetheless, and I fully wake up with a disarming yawn. My blurry eyes finally focus and the Traveler and Paimon’s annoyed expressions are the first thing to greet me.

“What?” I ask. “What do you mean, what!?” Paimon asks incredulously. “Well, I told them the basics. You really need to stop acting so irrationally when things concern me, Y/n.” Wanderer’s words are rough yet sincere, and I know he’s right. With a sigh I remove myself from his arms to stand and bow before the Traveler. “I apologize for attacking you based on false rumors, but if you so much as try to lay a hand on Wanderer I-“

WHACK!

“I apologize.” “That’s better.” I refuse to rub my head even though Wanderer’s smack left a stinging sensation.

“THIS GIRL IS RIDICULOUS!” Paimon screeches.

“Everyone, calm down and try to understand where the other is coming from.” Wanderer’s blunt words cause my lips to quirk up into a blatantly smug expression. “Oh? That’s surprisingly reasonable coming from you.” I taunt Wanderer. His eyes burn holes into mine, and I send a flirtatious wink in his direction.

He returns to stand by my side from his previous position, and he huffs as his hand purposefully bumps against mine in a silent question. I intertwine our hands in a comforting answer. “Huh, it looks like I wasn’t the only one who missed the other.” I muse.

I take joy in Wanderer’s flushed cheeks and annoyed expression that acts as a face to mask the bashful feelings that lie underneath.

Paimon looks so flabbergasted it causes me to laugh. She sputters as she tries to find the accurate words to say that truly expresses her exasperation with Wanderer and I. In the end all she does is stay silent, for once, as she turns to the Traveler to take the lead.

“Ah, that’s more like it. Thanks Paimon. Traveler, I apologize. I have nothing against you personally, but I owe many things to Wanderer. He’s special to me in a way no one else ever will be. Anyone who wishes or inflicts harm upon him will meet a fate worse than death, by my own hand.” I spit out the last sentence and Wanderer gives my hand a squeeze in warning. The traveler quirks a brow at my words, but they continue to remain silent.

A beat of silence passes before the Traveler finally speaks up, “Okay. I don’t completely understand.. everything, but I can see you don’t personally have any ill intent against me. You just seem to be very stubborn.” I guffaw at the Traveler’s words as Wanderer laughs. “That’s the perfect description for her.” He dodges my elbow, and before we know it the tense atmosphere is broken as Paimon fails to hold back a delighted giggle.

“Paimon’s still angry with you, but if you buy Paimon food she’ll forgive you!” I chuckle at Paimon’s words. “Okay, how do you feel about sticky honey roast?” I tease. Paimon gasps before adamantly agreeing to my proposal.

I don’t miss the way the Traveler’s gaze follows me with evident concern in their eyes.

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Once everyone is full from the good food the atmosphere  is much lighter, and everyone finally relaxes their tense body language.

“So, how do you two know each other? Paimon’s never seen the Wanderer so… so…” Paimon fails to think of a sufficient word to describe his current demeanor. “Docile?” I jest. Paimon laughs, in agreement with my suggestion, and the  Wanderer scoffs.

“Anyway, you seem to know a lot about me. Why’s that?” The Traveler doesn’t beat around the bush. Wanderer also looks a bit curious as he waits for my response. “That’s on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know.” My words cause the once cheerful atmosphere to become tense yet again, but my fit of giggles is quick to dispel the atmosphere. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Gosh you should’ve seen your face!” I laugh and motion towards the Traveler’s now dumbstruck expression. 

“I’ve seen you around. I’ve been to every nation of Teyvat, and I often see you around and am privy to all the rumors surrounding you. That’s how I know about all your endeavors.” I surmise. The Traveler elaborates on their question by saying, “But that doesn’t explain how you know about me being the first sage of-“ “Paimon, how’s the sticky honey roast?” “Mmmm, Paimon loves it! Y/n’s a good cook Traveler!” Paimon gulfs down another serving of Sticky Honey Roast, and I can’t help but softly smile at the scene.

When I look at Traveler our eyes meet. They study me for a moment before changing the subject. Whatever they saw in my eyes must’ve quelled their worries enough to dismiss their unanswered question.

It’s not like they aren’t used to unanswered questions anyway.

“Y/n has always been like that. Quick to anger with matters involving me. It began a few months after our meeting….” Wanderer trails off, and I recall the time I destroyed an entire treasure hoarder camp after we were both caught by surprise and Scaramouche took a hit intended for me, which resulted in him needing repairs by the doctor.

Ugh, the doctor.

“I hate that Doctor.” I grumble under my breath. Wanderer snorts and the Traveler’s eyes shoot in my direction. “You know the doctor?” Traveler asks, clearly fishing for information. “I said that doctor, not the doctor. There’s clearly a word difference there.” I smirk at their now furrowed brows. “I see why you two get along now.” A beat passes before I double over in laughter. “She’s usually more friendly. You two just got off on the wrong foot.” “The wrong foot? That ‘foot’ was more like a sword!” As the others bicker I calm myself down enough to speak.

“We’ll definitely be seeing more of each other in the future. Then, you can make your own judgment of me. You can decide whether I’m someone you’d like to keep around by your own means. As long as you don’t hurt the one’s dear to my heart, I see no reason as to why we can’t get along.” I extend my hand towards the Traveler to shake after my little monologue, and I feel satisfied when they only take a moment of hesitance before shaking my hand.

“Alright. It’s a deal.” “Great! Now, Paimon’s eating the Traveler’s share of food!” The Traveler maneuvers their plate of food around Paimon as Paimon attempts to eat their share of food, and I giggle at the scene before me. “How gluttonous.” I hear Wanderer murmur under his breath.

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Once Paimon and the Traveler give Wanderer and I time to “catch up,” it’s silent.

but it’s a comfortable silence.

I blissfully sigh as I sip the last few drops of tea remaining in my cup. This tea tastes especially good since Wanderer was the one who brewed the cup of tea for me.

I smirk as I recall the other’s flabbergasted expressions since he only brewed one cup.

“You really are…” I turn to study Wanderer’s conflicted face as he tries to articulate the message he wishes to convey. I sit in silence as I patiently wait for him to voice his thoughts.

It’s funny since I’m not a very patient person, but for him I’m effortlessly patient.

“You really are something, huh? Stop.. worryingmelikethisdumbassyou-“ He coughs into his fist, his words coming out jumbled together and rushed.

I understand the meaning behind them regardless.

A goofy smile presents itself on my face, and I don’t dare hide it from him. He notices my expression, and it seems to give him the courage he needs to continue speaking. He takes a few deep breaths before he continues. “You may make an enemy of the wrong person one day. I… appreciate your loyalty and sincerity, but stop being a blockhead and rushing into things! Especially when it’s for my sake, you moron.” I predict his movements and dodge his swing this time around.

He looks visibly aghast that I predicted his movements. He comically glances at his hand as I reply, “Honestly Wanderer, when we first met I found you interesting. I don’t know what it was, but I was undeniably attracted to you. I think it was your energy? Like, I could tell you may not be a… ahem, pleasant, person to be around..” I shoot a glance in his direction. I admire the scowl he sports on his lovely lips. “But I had a gut feeling that there was more to you than what meets the eye; I just knew there was something.. inherently good about you beneath the surface. Call me a naive fool- wait no, don’t actually do it because I know you will!” I thankfully say that right as he opens his mouth to do just as I had said. He reluctantly shuts his mouth as he rolls his eyes. “Go on, before I change my mind.” He grumbles more to himself than me.

I feel a sense of nostalgia as I remember when the man before me went by the name of Scaramouche instead of Wanderer. “Anyway, I’m glad I followed my heart and basically forced my way into your life. We all know we wouldn’t be here together like this if I didn’t.” I giggle when he opens his mouth to deny what I said, but yet again shuts his mouth moments later.

“I guess what I’m trying to say with my long winded speech is…” I suddenly turn around to fully face him, and I engulf both of his hands within my own.

I feel my eyes prick with unshed tears as I recall a time I’ve done this before. “After learning about your past…” I close my eyes and recall  the day of our reunion, the day the man who no longer referred to himself as Scaramouche finally confided in me. I was beyond grateful and really touched. He isn’t the type of person to tell someone something so personal of his own accord, and it makes my heart swell with my pride knowing I’m the only one he’s ever told.

“It’s clear to me that you’re not just a puppet. You’re someone with feelings; you have a heart. You may not be the best at expressing said feelings..” I snort when he crinkles his nose and his face conveys absolute disgust at my sincere words. “But just like anyone else in this world you deserve to be happy and to be loved. Others may not agree, and that’s okay. I’ve never cared for what others think. You are all that I adore, and if love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I know you have your own baggage to carry and your sins weigh heavily upon your conscience, so let me help you stand up tall and carry that burden. You don’t have to wander alone. …Although we all know you’re more than capable of loving yourself, if you’ll let me, I’d like to love you too.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rapidly rises and falls with panicked breaths.

It took a lot of courage for me to say all of this to him. I hope he doesn’t misunderstand me and think I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe I am. I hope he doesn’t hate me for it. “Wanderer, I-“ My words are cut off by a surprisingly soft pair of lips against my own. I jump in surprise, then immediately feel embarrassed that I did. A cold hand rests against my cheek, and as I lean against it his lips retract from mine.

I look into his eyes, and all the words he needs to say are found within the depths of his irises. “You’re an angel in this abysmal hell.” His breath fans over me, and I can’t contain my smirk.

“Can I say it? Just this once?” I prompt. His eyes narrow as he knows where this is going. “We’re in the middle of having a sentimental moment and you choose now of all times to be like this?” “I’m not hearing a nooo…” “No.” “But Wanderer it’s literally the title of the fic-“ “I said no.” I let out a dejected sigh and concede with grace.

“Okay…” I mumble. Wanderer blinks at me with a blank expression.

Once.

Twice.

Then full belly laughter erupts from him as he throws his head back and covers his beautiful smile. I quickly reach a hand out to grasp the hand covering his expression of happiness in mine, and he weakly fights against me as his melodious laughter blesses my ears.

“Is that the Wanderer!?” I can hear Paimon’s loud voice outside the door as the Traveler hushes them.

I knew they were eavesdropping. I’ll have to lecture them on the importance of privacy later.

For now, I relish in the alluring sight before me as I feel a peaceful veil of comfort envelop me. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you since we parted ways on that snowy night.

I know he’ll scold me for thinking this way, but I can’t help but feel that our fates have been intertwined.

[panda-writes-kpop]

Of Gods and Men - Chaeryeong

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope you're doing well. 🫶

TW: Injured wild animals, typical goddess shenanigans

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Artemis ~ Goddess of Hunting and the Moon

You were a kind and caring person, which your friends and family could attest to

When someone needed help, you were always there

This kindness always extended to the four-legged creatures that roamed around your home

You’d feed a lost dog, pull a splinter from a stray cat’s paw, or even help an injured deer that happened to wander into your neighborhood

The latter was much less common, but you found yourself patching up a deer after you had reassured the creature that you meant no harm

White gauze probably wasn’t the best look for a creature from nature, but you weren’t a vet or a professional caretaker by any means

You just wanted to do the right thing.

~

After patching up the deer, you sent him off with a bit of celery that you had in your fridge.

As you turn to head back into your house, you nearly jump out of your skin when you see a woman sitting by the back entrance of your home.

“I have been meaning to meet you, Y/N.”

Her red hair shines in the moonlight, and-

Wait a minute, wasn’t it just past 1 p.m. when I checked the clock before grabbing the deer a farewell snack?

“Who are you?” You cautiously ask.

“Oh, mortal, I mean you no harm. I just wish to thank you for your services.”

“Mortal?”

“Artemis, at your service.” She bows, and you see the bow attached to her back.

“I- You know my name?”

“I know so much about you, Y/N, and I could not be prouder.” A light smile appears on her face as she takes a single step towards you.

“You do not mean to harm me?” You release a breath that you did not know you were holding when she nods.

“I may be a huntress, but I am not a cruel one. Take care, Y/N, and I hope that our paths may cross again.”

With a soft flash of moonlight, she disappears and the sky turns back into a sunny afternoon day as you wonder what just happened to you.