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SWEET UNWIND ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampies, foodplay, grumpy & sunshine, fem!reader, piv sex, silent sex (little dialogue) | wc: 6.1k

note: proudly inspired by the insatiable thoughts i had while watching charles bake his cake and kill people in "the brothers sun". also i got cheated on and felt horny, so turned to my favourite cartoon man for relief

⏤ When Levi's not working, he likes to take things slow, and as of late, he's found that baking desserts is an excellent way to unwind. Yesterday, he made a beautifully sweet strawberry drizzled cake with cream. On today's menu, his personal favourite: cream pie.

Gangnam, Seoul; five to midnight, the city turning in for the night as bold and bright lights flicker to life, the streets lined with neon glows that on the waterfront look like blurry fireworks. While constant lines of traffic come and go, honking and revving at the lights as they hurry to wherever they need to be next, Levi switches off the egg-timer that blares to life loudly and sets it down on the kitchen island.

Behind him, baking in the oven with a warm and golden glow, is the sponge for his lemon drizzle cake. He glances up at the TV screen across the room and watches as one of the contestants drizzles extra veins of lemon curd across a wide canvas of white meringue cream, then looks back at his own display of ingredients.

First, he heads to the oven and using the oven glove, he pulls down the door and extracts his top sponge layer. Immediately, Levi sets it aside to cool — too hot and the dollop of cream that will spread into his smooth centre will melt and dribble off like water.

When Levi’s not working, he likes to take things slow, and as of late, he’s found that making desserts is an excellent way to unwind. It’s a simple step-by-step process where the final product produces something he can feel proud of, and something he can enjoy with a cup of tea or even something stronger.

He’s found over the last three years or so of baking that a hard liquor blends well with cheesecake, one with crumbled biscuits as a garnishing layer. Bailey’s accents any type of chocolate dessert almost too perfectly, and even does well inside of one. Last Christmas, for example, Levi enjoyed a whole chocolate truffle infused with the alcohol all to himself.

Baking takes a level of concentration that actually requires very little of him, and being able to see something he’s made all on his own at the end of it all can often be more rewarding than the stakes in the real world, outside of his entirely too fancy penthouse apartment. His job is often too demanding, too vicious, but coming home with a bag of ingredients that will eventually transform into something beautifully delicious feels like he’s turning a switch and stepping out of one life into another.

Outside, out there in the harsh city, Levi Ackerman is a force to be reckoned with, a danger to those outside of his inner circle. But here, inside his home, his fortress, he doesn’t have to be anybody but himself — Levi Ackerman, the man, the neighbour, the dessert enthusiast.

Now that the sponge has cooled and the decorations have been sliced and prepared, Levi takes to assembling his own version of the British Bake Off lemon drizzle cake. Instead of it being baked as a tray bake, Levi’s followed the same style as Mary Berry herself; circular, smooth and comfortably petite.

He takes the cream he prepared before and slaps it with a wet plop on the bottom layer of sponge, smoothing it out with the flat-knife until he’s satisfied with the coverage. Then, he uses a spiral technique to create a lemony blend to bite into.

He spares a single glance at the swirling iron staircase leading up to the upper floor of his apartment when he hears movement, a simple and quiet rustle of sheets and an equally low-volume groan — a stretch of some kind. Then, he looks back at his cake and sets the top sponge over the finalised inner workings of his cake and gets to work on the pipework and decorations.

It is so easy for him to get lost in the craft. One minute rolls into five and rolls into ten as he perfects the lemon slice arrangement on top of the cake. He even prepared some lemon gratings beforehand and uses them as a powdery layer on top of the smoothed out blanket of cream. Once everything is in place, Levi looks back up at the TV and watches the contestants present their final results to the judges.

Back and forth — his eyes move from their cakes to his. He thinks his cake would have earned him Star Baker that week, that’s for certain.

Even though Levi chooses to bake after work to dispel the tension building up in his bones, he still doesn’t feel completely satisfied with his work today. The cake is as good as he can get, especially when it’s his first real attempt at a lemon drizzle. But an ache lingers in his shoulders, a buzzing feeling of discomfort in every joint and muscle.

Today has just been extra hard. One dessert won’t suffice.

After a long haul of tracking down one of the leaders of a local crime organisation known as the Hannam Tigers, and successfully putting a few of his henchmen in early graves, Levi knows that one small cake won’t be enough to satiate his irritation for the night. In his line of work, things went wrong sometimes, even when they were annoyances he could do without.

The Hannam Tigers operate in a network of highly trained men with highly decorated backgrounds, and even with Levi’s colourful skillset, it can be a challenge to rid them from the world.

Levi rinses his hands under the tap and uses a cloth to dry them, catching the final portion of the competition on TV before tossing the cloth to the side and dumping his utensils into the sink. For now, he focuses his attention on the assortment of ingredients he’s set to the side to make his all time favourite dessert.

But first, he’ll need to head upstairs.

With what he needs in his hands, Levi escapes the kitchen before it swallows him into creating more and more desserts and then climbs the staircase curling up into the upper floor. Up here, there is a study that he barely uses — not because of his incompetence to utilise it, but instead for a general lack of need, considering he prefers a much more physical and hands-on approach to what he sensitively calls his ‘career’ — a small bathroom and his bedroom, which he heads for and catches a glimpse of the glistening city from the window inside, the door ajar.

Inside, he takes a few steps forward and sets his things down, looking up to make out your shape in the swamp of black bedsheets. He can barely see you in the dark, but you groan and make your presence known, sitting up on your elbows to peer at his silhouette cast by the light from the hallway.

“You finished your cake?” you ask, your voice tired but nonetheless sweet, caring, genuinely curious.

Levi makes out your face in the dim light and waits until his vision settles. Once he sees you more clearly and sees the smile on your face, he nods simply and looks back down at his messy pile of ingredients.

You arch up a little higher to see what he’s looking at.

“Bring any for me?”

Levi doesn’t look up. “No.”

“Rude,” you reply, amused and unable to make out what he’s arranging neatly on the ottoman at the bottom of the bed. “I happen to like lemon drizzle.”

He knows. That’s why he picked that episode to watch, those ingredients at the store.

“I don’t,” he replies. Levi’s not a fan of lemon anything, really.

The door behind him creaks ever so slightly, the light widening across the room. You sit up straighter, watching him as he falls into a carefully analysed breakdown of his mystery items.

“Can I have some later?” you ask, filling the silence with conversation. If you strain, you might make out the next episode of Bake Off beginning to play, but you search for Levi’s signature noises instead; his silent yet attentive laughs from his nose, the grunts under his breath, unbothered hums of his attention and or interest.

Levi looks up then, and rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. His blazer is downstairs hanging off one of the bar stools under the kitchen island, his shoes by the door. Now, he’s just dressed in whatever he came home wearing — there hadn’t been time to change, what with you slumbering like a princess in his bedroom.

It’s a good thing he likes you, otherwise the lights would have been on and his work clothes off. Instead, he left you to it, heading for the kitchen when he came home and switching on his complimentary British Bake Off episode to accompany him in his regular routine of baking.

“I only made it for you,” he tells you.

You arch an eyebrow — not that he can see, anyway. “Oh, really?”

He gives you a hum, thoughtless. You rearrange yourself under the sheets.

“I thought the whole point was to eat the dessert yourself after making it,” you say, filling the quiet moment with something as he skims his gaze over the ottoman again.

He doesn’t look up when he says, “Well, I haven’t finished baking yet.”

“Oh?” you reply. “Something else cooking?”

“Yes,” he says. Then, he rounds the bed slightly from the right and whilst looking at you, he climbs up onto the bed with his knees.

“What’re you making?” you question, a grin widening over your face as he looms near. You feel his hand just miss your leg under the sheets as he lays his hands flat on the bed, lifting his weight closer to you all whilst maintaining an unnaturally cool composure.

If you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he was bored by the entire exchange. His face is covered in shadows, and yet you can still see the slipping shift of something in his eyes as they catch in the light from the windows.

Levi’s face reanimates in the city lights, now not far from your own. He curls his fingers around the bedsheet and tugs it down, exposing your legs to the cool shift of temperature in the bedroom. You shudder, leaning your head back until it softly hits the wooden headboard.

“Pie,” Levi says.

“Mmm. I love pie,” you comment.

He grunts, another one of your favourite Levi-sounds.

His hand shifts from the bed to your leg. In the dark, everything feels more pronounced; his ever-so-slightly rough palm smooths across your thigh and down your leg, past the knee and down towards your ankle. Once caught in his grasp, he manages to pull you from your sloped position against the headboard and back down into the pillows. He knows you're wearing nothing else from the waist down — all the more reason to tug you down and snatch a glimpse of what he knows is his.

“What kinda pie?”

Levi finds your eyes again in the dark, and you’re not sure if he planned it, but now you can see his face in a spectrum of light. His expression is flat, toneless, yet intrigue dances across his eyes as they wander across your face, down past your neck, and down to the exposed skin of your chest from underneath one of Levi’s shirts you stole from his drawers.

He says nothing for a moment. Using both hands and releasing your ankle, Levi presses his hands against your abdomen, running them up underneath the shirt until he reaches your sternum, the sloping sphere of your breasts against his fingertips. His eyes flick up to yours as he pushes the shirt all the way up over your breasts, and uses his body to part your legs until your knees are on either side of his hips.

The weight of his gaze makes you squirm slightly.

He blinks. Licks his bottom lip so quickly you almost miss it and says very simply, “Cream.”

Your grin widens.

Levi lowers his face to your stomach, his lips pressing against the skin above your belly button. Immediately, as if practised, your hands jump up to his head of hair, your fingers threading through it as he works his mouth down from your stomach to the damp space between your legs.

A home within a home; a place he loves to push his face into when he’s had a particularly long day.

Levi doesn’t even have to put in any effort anymore. You quite contently lift your calves up over his shoulders, widening them enough to feel his lips circle around your clit, two fingers widening your folds so he can stuff his face with your cunt.

Coating your clit with a layer of wetness, he replaces his lips with his right thumb and moves his fingers, using his tongue to part you down the middle, and making you writhe against the bed with a satisfied moan.

He’ll admit it to nobody but himself — he’s missed you. You’ve missed him, too, and the way it feels when he rubs his thumb against your nub in careful circles and plunges two fingers up your cunt. Levi could fool himself all he liked with the fantasy that baking a cake was enough to relieve his pent up stress from work, but nothing quite works to ease the burden like a face full of his favourite girls’ pussy.

Levi’s left hand drifts from your stomach to your thigh, smoothing over the top before curving down and round to the inner of your legs, his forearm wrapped around you comfortably and effectively locking you in place. He likes to watch the wetness pool between your legs as he gorges himself on your taste, but today he closes his eyes and closes his lips around you, tasting every inch of you like you’re his own slice of dessert, his favourite kind. Topped and served with a string of elated moans, just the way he likes it best.

“Mmf—!” There’s not a lot for you to say, nothing you can conjure up from the air gasping in your throat as Levi’s tongue licks laps around your clit, his thumb just shy to the side as he leaves a wet present for him to massage into your skin, his mouth very quickly preoccupied by the space neglected beneath.

As his fingers curl up inside of you, then widen apart, your calves drop as if you’re trying to pull Levi closer to your body, and in turn he pushes his left arm down on your thigh and drags you with a smooth motion down the bedsheets and closer to his mouth. Your head arches back with the angled slope of your back, reaching up off the mattress in a coordinated performance of pleasure, and Levi finds the time to open his eyes and look up over your stomach and breasts to find your face; mouth agape and lids closed, gasping silently into the dark.

Yeah. Out of all the desserts he could possibly create in his kitchen, he’d probably have to confess that his favourite one was one that could be made in the bedroom.

Your hands take fistfuls of his hair and feeling the hot flatness of his tongue in the space between your clenching hole and your clit, you find your hips grinding up into his mouth, the slight nudge of his teeth making you squirm even harder beneath him. Levi’s no longer phased by the aching tightness of your fingers woven in a knot on his head. Whenever your fingers twitch and the clutch on his hair tightens, Levi knows he’s doing something right.

Every lick and nip against your cunt is matched by a groan, and as you ride the dampness between your legs against his lips, your voice thins out into a raspy nothingness. Your mouth is dry with the air of the bedroom, your eyes forcing themselves to close when they try and open to peer down at the man snug between your thighs.

Levi feels a mixture of wet substances around his mouth and on his chin, but before he can grant you the pleasure of cumming down his throat, he pulls back.

The emptiness of the space between your legs is jarring, and almost immediately you sit up. Your hands drop from his hair and fall onto the bed, which you use to lift up your shaking body to watch as Levi leans back on his knees and retreats to the forgotten ottoman. It is only when he rises to his feet to observe the array of secret items displayed for his eyes only that you realise Levi is still wearing every article of clothing he was before.

“What’re you doing?” you ask him, finally finding your voice as he arches over and fiddles with something that sounds plastic.

You catch the shine of your own arousal on his chin as he scans the catalogue of items.

“Preparing dessert,” he replies.

Your brows quirk, but when Levi stands upright and begins to shake something with his left hand, you feel your heart and its fast beating plunge straight to your stomach. A knot wells and tightens, and you bite a moan back and feel your thighs coming together like a magnet in anticipation.

Levi is shaking a bottle of whipped cream.

It shouldn’t surprise you nor excite you the way that it does. Levi has always had reservations about whipped cream — it should be from a bottle or made in a bowl; exclusively used as a side for a tart or cake slice, as a topping on a pancake, as the twist of sweetness on top of a hot chocolate. Levi doesn’t use whipped cream on his desserts in the same way he does as an accessory to the bake, but today — tonight, it seems as though he has found another valuable use for his generally unused bottle of whipped cream.

“This is new,” you say, feeling your ass lift off the bed as you struggle to contain your writhing excitement. Levi tests the nozzle; a burst of white cream spits out onto his finger, and without looking away he puts his finger in his mouth with all the nonchalance of a chef tasting his dish as he makes it. “I thought you didn’t like bottled cream on your desserts.”

“I like it on some things,” he replies. “First rule of baking is that you never feel afraid of trying something new.”

You hum thoughtfully as he retakes his position on the bed. It should make you laugh with the way he looks down at you while slowly twisting the bottle from left to right, but it doesn’t; it only makes you breathe heavier, your pulse quickening and legs opening as if on automatic and letting him take the space he’s claimed between them.

“They do say that it goes well with pies,” you say finally, watching as he angles the nozzle down on your stomach. The placement, if nothing else, has surprised you, and you suppress a moan of eagerness when he presses down and watches with a newfound intensity as the spiral of white cream pools out onto your skin. He’s cautious with the amount; just a small bud of cream, enough to swallow in just a mouthful.

Levi leans himself forward and pauses just before he can lick the dollop up off your tummy.

“Clue’s in the name,” Levi replies, and with his eyes boring into your own, he presses his lips around the blob of cream and mouths it up off your body. It is entirely too fast, your jaw slacken as he pulls away, as if gauging your reaction. The yearning expression on your face has the nerve to almost look endearing to him.

He swallows. “Sweet.”

He receives from you something sounding like a whimper. Then, his finger is back on the nozzle and using the cream, he creates a trail from where he last was all the way down to your clit.

You feel yourself clench when the cool texture of the cream sits in a melting bundle on your bud, and your teeth bury themselves into the flesh of your lower lip, biting down with extra force when Levi’s mouth shifts down to your clit and in one teasingly slow strip, he licks the trail of sweet cream up from your cunt to the wet spot on your stomach.

With his tongue, your back arches up off the bed, your knees by his shoulders. Levi is uncomfortably aware of the pooling arousal between your legs, his own forming tightness in his trousers. Watching you writhe with a glistening shine getting more and more pronounced so close to his face has proven to be exactly what he needed to unwind today, but he’s still not quite satisfied.

He’s not ignorant to the way your hips meet with the empty space he leaves when he moves away again, as if fucking an imaginary cock or grinding against an invisible set of hips. He uses his right hand to press you back flat against the bed and savours every second of your aroused moaning when he slathers your cunt with the cream, leaving no wet patch untouched.

He watches with only minimal irritation when the cream slips down your folds into a white pool on the sheets — his sheets — but he takes its sliding as a sign to move back in.

Levi licks the cream up as if it isn’t even there; it’s as if he’s taking gulps of you like it’s nothing, licking every inch of the cream and enjoying the wonders of your pleasure as you cry out above him. His nose brushes against the hidden bump of your clit, the feeling of his hot tongue making your toes curl behind his back, your fingers clenching around the sheets.

Ordinarily, you may have laughed at the sight of his lips coated in a white sheen, the cream on the tip of his nose, but today you can find nothing to laugh about. Every unit of energy is devoted to the tightening clench of your cunt, the tingling warmth growing inside of you as Levi wipes his nose and rises off the bed and onto his feet, right where the ottoman stands as a barrier between you.

He lets you play out your imaginary fantasy, rolling your hips into the empty vacuum of space where he was just situated and uses his hands to undo the belt around his waist. His trousers fall with an effortlessness when he undoes the front button, and he compels himself to watch you stare at him with a lustful gaze as he pulls his trousers down to his ankles. He decides he’ll keep his shirt on — it’s only fair, since you’re still wearing his, albeit the fabric is bunched up under your neck in the way he likes it.

He mounts the bed once again and meets you when you moan expectantly, and relishes in the sharp intake of your breath when he takes your right leg and folds it to the side. You look at Levi over your shoulder, your neck to the side as he presses you down with his left hand and uses the right to hold his cock.

You are once again reminded of how truly lucky you are to have a man like Levi; a man who needs nothing but your cunt in his face to get his cock standing rigid against his lower stomach.

You swallow a moan when Levi pokes the tip of his cock against your fluttering entrance, and when his eyes catch yours, the sharpened edge of his grey eyes staring straight into your own, you can’t catch the cry of pleasure that escapes when he pushes himself into you, feeling you wrap around the tip of him like your cunt is a mouth on its own.

Levi watches you gasp as if pained and he rolls his eyes.

“Shut up. You’re wet enough,” he says in a low tone.

“Hmf—!” And then the length of his cock is buried inside of you, only proving his point.

There’s nothing to explain the way it feels when he’s stuffing your hole: it’s as if he was made for you, a perfect fit to make you whole. Even with virtually nothing to ease the slip into your pussy, there’s no agonising stretch, no painful play — just a wholeness that feels as natural as anything else in the world.

Levi’s fucked you so many times that he might as well claim he lives up here, and each time he makes himself at home, he’s welcomed with open arms and a swallowing gulp. He pushes his hips all the way against you, until the underneath of your thigh is squished against his stomach and you feel the slight slap of his balls against your ass.

He’s never quite fucked you from this angle before, but it’s not unwelcome in the slightest. He wraps his wrist around your thigh and holds the front of it with his hand, his left coming to hold the sinking curve of your waist, which he uses to push you further into the mattress.

Every time his dick sinks further inside of you, you let out a moan — he moves in and out so fast it’s as if he’s trying to keep your noise at a constant speed, never wanting to be left in a silence.

Levi looks down at you as he fucks, no longer interested in the way his dick disappears into the dripping darkness of your cunt and instead entirely devoted to mapping out the pleasure on your face. Nothing he hasn’t seen before, but everything he loves to see.

His hips rock against you, his shoulders tensing as you clench furiously around his length. Surely you don’t mean to be coaxing him into an early finish — surely you wouldn’t be rushing him along when he’s trying to enjoy his dessert.

The tip of Levi’s dick kisses your insides, but from this angle and the burning heat pooling in your abdomen, you don’t know if he’s hitting your cervix or deeper into your literal stomach. Levi’s fucked you from all different angles in every corner of his house, but he feels extra large today. The darkened edge of his eyes might be deceiving you, the sticky residue of cream still on your skin.

You’re almost vibrating with pleasure as he fucks you, and all you can do is stay pinned to the bed like a doll and gasp out your praises.

Like most fucks with Levi, he says nothing besides, “Fuck,” in a dragged out, strangled type of way. He likes to make you suffer by dragging it out for as long as humanly possible, just to see you writhe and cry underneath him, your pussy pink and pulsing, begging for him to stop.

Today, however, luck looks to be on your side.

Unlike normal, Levi has little desire to unravel you into a sobbing mess. All he wants today is to fuck the brains out of his girlfriend and watch as her cunt fills with his cum.

Levi’s fingers clench into your skin, and for a second he closes his eyes in an effort to ride it out just a little bit longer before filling you up. When he feels your hand wrap around his wrist like a vice, his eyes fly open to look at you; you’re curled up, sunken in the bed, contorted into his favourite shape.

Levi spares a glance at his cock swallowed up in your hole and watches with pride as he thrusts in and out of the wetness, and after a stuttering sequence of your hips jerking and mouth falling open with the release of some of his all time favourite sounds, Levi devours the sight of white squeezing from around his dick.

He feels his throat catch. He’ll let you have that one.

Around the quivering clenches of his cock, Levi shudders and lets you squeal until you’ve run dry. He runs his fingers across the width of your connection and smooths the cum between his fingers. Then, without giving you the satisfaction of catching your breath, Levi continues his thrusting which gives him the continued pleasure of hearing you squeal and cry, your free hand reaching to the slip of sloping skin above your pussy as if you were trying to suppress the feeling rippling through you.

Long forgotten are the fingertips pressing bruises into your skin, but each thrust of his dick hitting the same spot inside you is met with an exhausted groan. Finally, when you’ve gathered the energy and courage to look up and around your body at his face, Levi lets slip what you think might be a satisfied smile, and he falters.

Ropes of warmth fill your cunt, and you hear Levi moan, loudly, and he unwraps his wrist from your leg and holds the base of his dick with his right hand. Carefully, he pulls himself out, save for the tip which remains snug in your hole, leaving no space untouched by his seed. He watches with wonder at the way your hole gapes around his cock like a mouth, swallowing his cum up until it billows out. Finally, he slips out of you, staring down at the oozing, swollen hole that is pulsing with cum.

For a while, he stares at it, breathing loudly as he waits for all of his cum to squirt out of you; it’s like squeezing a cream doughnut and watching the sickeningly sweet contents slide out.

Levi glances back up at you, amazed that you’ve been bold enough to watch him until the end, and he pats your waist appreciatively before rolling you back so that you’re flat on the sheets, legs apart, cunt wide.

Time to taste.

You watch as his head disappears between your legs, but he leaves no element of mystery. Your body almost jumps up off the mattress when his tongue pushes into your gaping entrance, lapping at the mixture of your cum and his and whatever else he can catch a taste of while he’s savagely licking down there.

Barely having the energy to pretend to stage a protest, you elect for moaning your approval and tiredly rake your hand through his hair again, pushing it from his forehead as you stare half-lidded at the crown of his head.

You lose count of how long Levi remains nestled down there. The only way you notice he’s no longer there is by the way he sweeps his hands down your legs and lays them flat, making note of every twitch and quiver your body makes.

Staring up at Levi and reluctantly forcing your body back up on your elbows, you grin up at him as he licks his top lip and appears thoughtful.

“Yeah,” sighs Levi, sniffing once in the way he does when he’s trying to fall back into his characteristic charade of coolness. “Homemade cream tastes better.”

Unable to argue, you heave out a laugh and meet his gaze.

“You’re fucking greedy,” you say, but that he actually does smile at.

“So what,” he replies, reaching for another one of the items on the ottoman; a cloth from downstairs that he uses to wipe the mess between your thighs, “we both know I like cream pies. I even shared.”

You flinch when he dabs the cloth against your still-sensitive pussy. You take it from him to finish the honour, meanwhile Levi gathers the bottle of cream and whatever else he brought and never used before opting to watch you shift the cloth between your legs, throwing it back at him in a forced huff. He catches it effortlessly.

“Whatever,” you say, very slowly moving across the bed to the floor. The wooden slabs are cold beneath your feet. “I’m sure your lemon drizzle is miles better.”

Levi shakes his head affectionately and moves to meet you face-to-face when you stand on your feet. He hums when he gets there and strokes his finger down your arm, charming his way into your arms and once he’s close enough to your face, he allows a smile to warm over his features.

He dips his head to greet your lips with a kiss, the first of the day since he left you in the morning.

“Trust me when I say,” Levi says when he pulls away, his expression amused as he croons his finger under your chin and quickly leaves another kiss on your mouth, “I very much doubt that.”

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SixEyed | Gojo Satoru

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‧₊˚✧[chapter 4]✧˚₊‧

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The sun began to shine through your blinds. The busy people in their cars, trying to get to work on time. The cold air stinging your skin. The warm chest- The loud laugh coming from Shoko?!

The flash of her phone, she took a picture to capture the sweet moment. "WAKE UP!" Shoko exclaimed with a giggle.

You broke from your trance as she screamed and Gojo groaning loudly with annoyance.

He threw the duvet covers over the both of your heads, "I'm so sorry..." You say though a stifled giggle. Satoru just gripped your waist tighter in response.

"I'll send you two love birds the picture. Bye!" Shoko's voice faded as she closed the door on her way out.

Satoru looked at you under your grey covers, with a smile?

"Good morning." He rasped out. Ugh, his grumbly morning voice was so attractive. "Good morning, Satoru." Your voice as sweet as ever. A furious blush across your features. His grip around your waist loosened but didn't move.

"She'll never let this go will she?" Gojo dramatically sighed and lifted the covers off the two of you. You sat up and shook your head. "Of course not, it's Shoko." The both of you broke out in soft laughter. His eyes were squinted, he honestly looked so handsome right now. He looked happy.

Satoru stretched his arms and yawned loudly. Loudly like a dad sneezing in a quiet room. So dramatic of him. As always.

His feet swing to the edge of the bed slowly. His head turning to the side to meet your gaze. "You talk in your sleep. Oh, you're also clingy if you couldn't tell." He smirked softly before running a hand through his nappy hair.

Your eyes widened at his words. You looked away in embarrassment before rubbing the side of your neck. "What did I say? Yea, Shoko wakes me up if I start trying to cuddle with her."

Satoru rose from the bed and placed his hands on the edge of your bed. His eyes level with yours now. He looked cocky, and was probably about to say something with the same tone too.

"You were mumbling something I couldn't make it out." He lied through his teeth. Wanting to keep this as his little secret memory. Honestly it was cute how he was clearly so infatuated with you. Oblivious you, you didn't understand the extent of his crush.

You covered your eyes with your palms, groaning dramatically. "Sorry, that's so embarrassing. Haha..." You whined. Even though you weren't making eye contact with the tall man, his eyes burned through your palms. You could feel his predatory stare on you. Then a shift in the bed.

His hand softly removed yours from your face. He smiled softly and tilted his head. A toothy grin then escaping his lips. "C'mon. I can smell Sugu cooking breakfast." Your face was so red right now. You could feel the hot sensation across your face and ears. Your body throbbing with a heat flash.

You could only nod in response. Quickly swiveling around in the bed to stand to your feet. You rubbed your eyes and fixed your shirt, untucking it from your shorts. You were basically Adam Sandler right now. The outfit was eating. A long ass shirt and basketball shorts? Fantastic.

Just as the thought brushed your mind a soft giggle erupted from Gojo. "Adam Sandler what are you doing here?" He teases, watching you roll your eyes playfully. You push past him to walk into your bathroom. "Waitin' for them to play Gangnam Style." You reply back to him. The two of you breaking into laughter again.

Shit why was he actually perfect. He can be actually be funny, sweet, protective, and sexy under his ego?!

After the two of your freshened up, he followed you into the kitchen. A savory smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, wafted into your nose. You hummed in satisfaction at the mouth watering smell. "You guyssss, you didn't have to make breakfast!" You gave them a heartwarming smile.

Suguru turned his head to meet your eyes, along with Shoko. "Figured we'd need it after last night. You two sleep good?" He added a smirk to his last sentence. To which you turned to Satoru, who was already annoyed.

"Best sleep I ever had." He adds. His annoyance clearly a joke, which make you nod quickly. "I sent you that picture by the way!" Shoko hums with a little dance. Someone must have gotten laid last night and it wasn't you.

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After Suguru and Shoko departed from your home, Satoru asked if it was okay that he stayed for a little while longer. Of course you let him, who wouldn't?

The both of you went to shower, him in Shoko's bathroom, and you in yours. Conveniently he had a change of clothes in his car, but he was snooping around your kitchen... in hardly anything.

His sweatpants hung low on his waist, some parts of his body still damp from the shower. His white hair clinging to his face and his towel draped across his shoulders. It was a mouth watering sight to see.

You sprawled out on your couch, dressed in an off the shoulder sweater with some comfy shorts. Staring at Satoru with admiration.

"Looking for something, Nosy?" You smirked softly, catching his attention. He looked somewhat shocked, not hearing your footsteps bring you to the living room. He bit his lip and avoided eye contact for a moment. "Was just cravin' something sweet." He said sheepishly.

You roll your eyes and giggle softly, of course he wanted something sweet. Every time that he went out with you, Shoko, and Suguru, you always had to stop at a store so Satoru could buy a sweet treat. At resturants, he'd always get dessert for the table. He'd finish the dessert before anyone could have more than one bite though.

You met his gaze as you squeezed past him, giving him a soft smile. "I have a bunch of stuff stashed away up here." You hum. Leaning your torso against the counter and reaching up to try and reach for your sweets hidden behind some cans and boxes.

It was just barely out of reach, even on your tip toes. Damn, why the hell where your cabinets so high?

Satoru shuffled quietly before finding his place behind you. A hand gripping the edge of the counter beside you and the other reaching up towards the cabinet. His torso and hips were pressed against your back, trapping you suddenly against the counter. What the hell? This was something straight out of a movie.

He let out a soft grunt struggling to find something behind the boxed food, making your skin raise in goosebumps. Your face was as red as ever. The position, the frustrated noises coming from him, and the fact that it was Satoru in all of this.

He finally reached for something he was fond of and pulled it down in front of your face. "Can I have these?" He mumbled. His warm breath suddenly close to your ear. Fuck, he was so close.

You opened your mouth in an attempt to speak but nothing came out, so you cleared your throat. "Y-Yea." You stumble out. Your words sounding pathetic, how did he make you suddenly at a loss for words. He wasn't even flirting with you, but the way his toned body pressed up against your ass and back made you weak.

His lips ghosted over the nape of your neck, his slender fingers gently moving your hair out of his way. "Were you surprised that i'm a camboy?" He mumbles, his words igniting something primal in your stomach.

You slightly cocked your neck, shifting your body and accidentally pushing your back closer against him in the process. A very quiet huff escaped his lips. If you hadn't been holding your breath you wouldn't have heard it.

Both of his arms trapped you in place now, his knuckles turning white, contrasting against your darker colored countertop. "Y-Yea I was..." You mumbled quietly. The tension between you two had magically appeared. It was making the air thick and heavy, and fuck it suddenly felt hard to breathe correctly.

He smirked softly at your comment. "Did you like my stream?" He questioned. His voice was strained, like the bulge forming in his boxers.

You stay quiet for a moment. Satoru didn't like that, he needed a response from you. His body stood up straighter and he placed a hand on your hip, turning you to face him now.

His eyes low, his face stained a light pink, and his damn hair. The wet strands sticking to his forehead. Creating a masterpiece of a man. His muscular body flexed as he backed you flush against the counter.

The way your eyes traveled down his body made him tense up. Your eyes felt like needles against his skin. Every touch, every look, every word from you right now could break his control. "Answer me...Please." He practically whines.

Finally your eyes meet his, feeling a bit embarrassed you were basically just standing there and gawking at him. "A lot. I liked it a lot." You choke out. Your voice no higher than a hushed whisper.

The draw you felt towards his touch was driving you insane. The need to feel his warm skin against yours again. This was so out of character for you. Usually you didn't care to bother with Gojo but something clicked. He was truly a dream, and even if there were rumors of him getting around with the desperate college girls in your class, you didn't care. He was here with you right now wasn't he?

His strong hands picked your body up, softly placing you on top of the countertop. His fingers slowly tracing up and down your thighs. Working his way to spread your legs ever so gently.

Your stomach churned with butterflies, it was degrading how desperate your body felt. The cotton of your underwear beginning to turn a darker shade of red. You needed something, anything to ease this desire.

His face came close to yours, he subtly licked his lips, like he was ready to devour you.

You could feel his hot breath across your lips. He was so close again. You hadn't even noticed how he pushed himself between your legs. How you unknowingly squeezed your thighs around his waist. The bulge in his pants throbbing for an ounce of friction, yet he was inches away from actually making contact with you.

His slim fingers ran up your body, finding their resting spot on the side of your face.

"Did you touch yourself to me?" He huffed out. The shifting of his feet made his aching boner rub harshly against the fabric of his boxers. He swallowed hard, trying to cover up how badly he wanted you.

Your eyes quickly diverted from his. Your face becoming flustered at his lewd question. Was he really going to make you answer that? Of course he would...

He softly grabbed your jaw. His crotch finally making contact with the warm sanctuary between your thighs. His fingers made you regain your eye contact.

"P-Please." He cleared his throat and inched his hips closer against you. Softly rutting himself against your throbbing cunt. The contact making you let out a shaky breath.

"I need to know. Please." Satoru's voice struggling to remain composure. He was begging for your answer. The way his eyes searched for an answer on your features, made you nervous.

You bit your lip and placed your hand on his bicep, stroking it softly. "I came from watching you..." He froze. Satoru's hand on your thigh tightened its grip.

"F-Fuck. Say it again." He groaned out. The words clearly going straight to his cock. You could feel it too. When you said that, his cock twitched against you. You were bothering him so bad you could feel his cock twitching through both of your clothes.

"I w-was the one who..." You paused for a moment. Wondering if you should really say it. He followed your command the other day though, he wouldn't shame you. He was a camboy for fucks sake. "The one who asked you to... spit o-on it."

He pushed his head into your neck. Resting his forehead against your shoulder and collarbone. A soft groan leaving his lips. "Ha. I haven't even gotten to k-kiss you and I swear I could cum right now from your words."

You bit your lip and pushed your hips forward, grinding your cunt against his bulging erection. "Toru..." You mumbled. One of his hands laying flat against the counter and his other still gripping your thigh, only it would inch closer to your shorts every time you spoke.

His lips placed soft but passionate kisses against your skin, causing a stifled whimper from you. "I can't fuck- I want no- I need you so bad." He grunts. His voice silky smooth, almost sounding like a purr.

Satoru leaned upwards again and stared at you for a moment. Both of you looked lust drunk right now. Your hands wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer, and kissing his soft lips. The two of you now caught in a passionate kiss.

It was a heated kiss. The tension in the room finally finding its way out. Gojo's free hand traveled down to your ass. Squeezing it firmly and pushing you closer against his cock. Earning a groan from the both of you.

His fingers now traced the bottom hem of your shorts. Tugging on them softly, but roughly.

He was trying his best to take it slow with you, to enjoy the moment he's only been able to fantasize about. Your soft erotic noises were no help though, your words cut through his resolve like a knife to a piece of meat.

You underestimated what was about to happen. Just how devoted this man was about to be to pleasuring you until you cried. Satoru had craved your touch since the moment he met you. Your soft eyes turned something in him. The way you carried yourself. The way you were so calming and bubbly.

He wanted to make you his, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

He broke away from the sloppy kiss slowly. His eyes low and predatory. Satoru studied you for a moment. Drinking in your flustered face. The way your body fit against his perfectly.

"I promise I will make you forget about everything besides my name, baby." He purred.

And holy shit were you so ready.

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mochiimadness · 2 years

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Hi!! I'm a little new in the fandom so I don't know if this has been done before ^^' but can we get some ROTTMNT x reader headcanons where the brothers (separately) learn that their crush doesn't know how to dance and is super embarrassed by it so they (the brothers I mean) try to dance with them to have fun? Or to tease? Or to genuinely teach them? WHO KNOWS

Love your work, take care! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) ♡

Welcome to the fandom!!!

I also don’t know if this has been done for the rottmnt boys yet, but I hope you enjoy it!

Neon Leon

He asked you to dance with him out of the blue (heh)

Was already dancing to the music trying to impress you

“Check out these sweet moves, baby!”

He’s actually kinda good when he tries???

Usually he just does it to be goofy but he genuinely wanted to show off a bit for you

“You know what would be even better? Both of us dancing together!”

It would definitely be fun-

But unfortunately you have no clue how to dance

You try to play it off as just wanting to watch him dance more or being tired

But Leo keeps trying.

Realizes from your body language and expression that you’re embarrassed

Will stop dancing immediately and ask what’s wrong

That’s when you admit that you don’t know how to dance

Leo will laugh a bit at first

Not at you ofc, he just thinks you’re cute

“Who said anything about needing to know how to dance, to dance?”

He’ll grab your hands and start moving to the beat with you

Once you’re moving he’ll let go of your hands and step back-

Only to pull out the most goofy moves he knows

Remember ‘Gangnam style’??

Leo does.

He literally does those fortnight dances like his life is depending on it

Gives you the biggest grin when you laugh at his silly moves.

“See? You don’t need to know how to “dance” to have fun dancing!”

You two end up dancing along “horribly” to music the rest of the night

Both of you have the time of your lives

His brothers can hear y’all laughing from their rooms

Later offers to teach you a few moves if you want,

But still loves to just dance goofily with you to this day.

Don Tron

Bootyyyshaker9000

This turtle can bust a move and he knows it

Does not hesitate to dance when a good beat comes on.

You walk into his lab and he has music blasting

You can literally feel the bass pumping

And there, pulling off moves like the dance star he is, is your beloved partner

He immediately turns to you and invites you to join him

“S/o! Perfect timing, I upgraded my speaker system and now we can jammy jam with ease! Join me, and we’ll dance like the stars we are!”

Uh oh.

Yeaaaah, about that-

You can’t dance to save your life.

Donnie won’t realize at first that you’re not dancing with him

But after a few moments he realizes you still haven’t moved from the labs entrance

In fact, you’ve been slowly making your way out the lab instead.

He literally slides over to you

“Ah, whatever is the matter? Is the music too loud? Or maybe it’s not your taste? I can change it to any song you’d like-“

He doesn’t pick up on your embarrassment

Instead, he’s going on and on trying to find out what’s wrong

Ironically, he’s so focused on asking what’s wrong and trying to fix whatever it may be to notice your very obvious embarrassment

You eventually blurt out that you don’t know how to dance

He’ll stop mid-sentence and look at you for a moment to make sure you’re not joking.

Lowers the music and puts one hand on your shoulder

“Well never fear- I can teach you the art of ✨dance✨.”

Are there actual sparkles around his head or is that just a trick of light???

He’ll pull you to the middle of his lab and start off with a few easy moves with you

He actually enjoys teaching you how to dance and doesn’t mind doing it again

If you’re up to it, he’s absolutely down to teach you more

You two have one day a week where you both work on dancing

After practice, Donnie will pull you in to dance together just for fun

You don’t have to be perfect or even good,

He just enjoys spending time with you

As long as you feel comfortable and are having fun-

He’s happy :3

Mystic Mike

I’m a firm believer in break dancing Mikey

He loves to spin on his shell as fast as he can

He’s also got a few smooth moves of his own

Just ask Hypno-potamus-

He also just likes to move and jump to the beat

He was dancing in the kitchen when you walked in-

Just moving to the beat happily

He noticed you after doing a spin and invited you to join him

“S/o! Wanna dance with me?”

Does this little shimmy at you

It’s adorable-

But you don’t know how to dance

You just decline and make up some excuse of being tired-

But immediately end up telling the truth after seeing Mikey’s sad puppy face

Mikey will pause for a second after you tell him before the biggest grin spreads across his face

“I have an idea!”

He grabs your hand and runs to the gaming room with you

“Don’t know how to dance? Well, we have just the game to teach you!”

He ends up bringing you to the dance arcade game

You two start off doing fun, easy levels

Whether or not you’re good at the game-

You both end up laughing and enjoying yourselves

The game actually gives you a good starting point to learn some moves

If you want, Mikey would absolutely love to teach you a few moves of his own!

He always makes sure that you enjoy learning the moves

If you ever get frustrated, he’ll stop and opt to take a break

Maybe paint or bake with you!

He loves to pull you into a slow dance while baking

Nothing fancy, just swaying together

He gets the dorkiest grin on his face

“I love you so much.”

Pure romantic at heart

His favorite place to dance with you is in the kitchen

Big Red

Raph knows how to bust a few moves

But he’s not too great with anything fancy.

Usually it’s moves he learned with his brothers

But when one of his favorite songs comes on-

He just has to move around!

And to make things even better?

You were there, leaning against the wall watching him dance with a smile

“Hey, S/O- wanna dance with me?”

He holds his hand out to you with the biggest smile on his face

You of course, panic a bit and decline

You can’t dance at all

And you don’t want Raph to know that.

Raph gets a bit hurt at your immediate decline

And slightly self conscious

Did you not like his dancing?

Well sure it’s not great, but surely it’s not that bad

Or maybe you just didn’t want to dance with him, period?

He hoped not

He really hoped not.

You could see his slowly growing panic on his face

And immediately jump to try to reassure him

Giving excuses of being tired, or your knee hurting-

Anything to reassure him that he’s not the problem

Raph quickly realizes and recognizes your own panic and increasingly odd excuses

Who says they can’t dance because a pigeon looked at them wrong earlier?

Figures out pretty fast that you’re embarrassed and trying hard not to dance

He’ll grab your hands gently and bend down to your level

“Is everything okay?”

He’s so concerned, and his voice is so soft

Does his best to comfort you

Your heart melts.

You cave in and tell him about your nonexistent dance moves

And your embarrassment over it

Raph does this little “aww” and pulls you in for a hug

“Well, I can’t really dance either so don’t worry about it, S/o!”

Instead of busting any fancy moves,

He opts to just sway with you to the music

Occasionally twirls you around

Very soft and sweet with you

He also leans down a lot to cover your face in quick kisses

Loves the smile and laugh you do when he does that

Just wants you to feel happy and relaxed with him

Kind boi

I’m so sorry for the wait!

I hope you enjoyed ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

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denny-artsss · 6 days

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How about a hurt/comfort scenario for the human au (I'm obsessed with them)

TW: angst, violence

Jax walks through the door, slamming it and waking up Gangle in the process, who was napping on the couch.

Gangle: Geez- *she stands up and rubs her eyes, yawning* You're so loud... *she looks around disoriented and grabs her phone to check the time, ( 10 pm)* ugh... I have like- 45 missed face time calls from Caine... *she laughs and notices Jax is not around or responding* Jax?

she stands up and stretches, looking on the coffee table, and grabs the bottle of wine, bringing it into the kitchen.

Gangle: I think I had a glass too many- I get so focused when I read that I don't realize *chuckles* what are you up to?

Gangle looks at him, looking down at the floor.

Gangle: Jax? *reaches her hand to touch his face, trying to lift it up so they can meet eye to eye*

Jax winces at her touch and lets out a painful whine.

Gangle, concerned, lifts his head up forcefully and pets it gently.

Gangle: What happened? Where did this bruise come from? Did you and Zooble fight over something stupid again?

Jax: *shakes his head* no I didn't fight with anyone just- stop touching me!

Gangle: *sighs* I'm trying to help you, but you won't let me-

Jax: I dont need your pity. I see the way you look at me.

Gangle: I'm looking at you with concern because your face is all bruised up. It's a normal reaction. *tries to touch his face again*

Jax: *slaps her hand away, tearing up* Stop that!

Gangle: *sighs* Come here - let me hug you-

Jax: *backs away* I don't want your hugs! Just stay away from me, you idiot!

Gangle: *keeps walking towards him* I don't think I will. Come here!

Jax: I'll hit you! I'll punch you!

Gangle: *keeps getting closer and eventually grabs him and pulls him into a tight hug* There you go! See, it isn't that bad-

Jax: *tears up more, trying to pull away* I swear if you don't let go of me- *bites into her arm*

Gangle: *winces slightly and tightens her grip on the hug* You don't have to talk about it, but you're not getting rid of me. So go ahead and bite my arm off. I dont care.

Jax: *stops bitting and returns the hug, resting his head on her shoulder*

Gangle: *rocks him slowly and soothes him*

Kinger: *bursts in* OH GOD GANGLE! JAX! I NEED YOU TWO TO LISTEN TO THIS AWSOME SONG I JUST FOUND! *starts playing Gangnam style*

Gangle: Kinger- *sighs* were kinda having a momen-

Kinger: SHHHHH *turns the volume up all the way*

Jax: *looks at Gangle then back at Kinger*

Zooble: *bursts in* my guy, it's 10 am. *grabs Kingers phone and turns it off looking at Jax* my God Gangle what the fuck did you do to him?

Gangle: It wasn't me. He won't say who did it-

Zooble: a fucking truck driving full speed- my God you're so bruised I thought you returned back to your digital circus character.

Jax: *crosses his arms* don't make me turn you into your digital circus character.

Gangle: *holds Jax in her arms* okayyyy damn! So much violence- let's all just go to sleep.

Pomni: *bursts in*

*Everyone looks at her as she looks back at them*

Jax: What? What do you have to say?

Pomni: me?... Oh nothing, I just ran out of milk. *steals the milk from Gangle's fridge and leaves*

Gangle: *stares at her leaving* Okay then - I am going to bed. Let's go, Jax *grabs his hand and walks away with him* and you two, please don't burn my apartment down while I sleep. Again.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #gangle #jax #ribbun #jax x gangle #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #pomni tadc #tadc human au #angst #angst with comfort

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mousebetterhavemymoney · 1 month

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Gangnam Style (Chapter Seven)

September 18, 1999

I rub my eyes tiredly as i watch the news.

As usual, some reporter was complaining about me. That wasn't anything new, but there's something misery-inducing about sitting by the Tv, Soju in hand while someone talks about how you are apparently "damaging America's youth."

The reporter, a pretty blonde with a shaggy bob, is going into a tirade about "Split" and the negative affect it's having on young girls.

"These songs are so, so damaging for young women. The music video for Good 4 u contains such graphic violence! I mean, Jamie literally lights a house on fire, with her boyfriend inside. Is this the kind of person we want our girls to become?!"

I scoff and take another swig from the bottle.

Does she mean strong women who won't allow men to disrespect them? Because, personally, i think every mother would want that for their child...

"And don't even get me started on the cuss words." She sighed deeply, as if trying to calm herself from her panic. "Vampire? Gasoline? Nightmare? They all have so many explicit words and references that growing girls really shouldn't be hearing. She claims she wants to inspire women to be there best selves, but all she wants to do is drag them down with her. Has anyone listened to Gasoline? It's like she's encouraging us to join her in her insanity. Well, i for one, want to stay out of it."

I bite my lip. I can't deny it, her words sting. And for the hundreth time, i wondered if it had all been a mistake.

Was i wrong in returning to music? Was i truly inspiring anyone, or was i just pulling my fans into my darkness?

I didn't know for sure, but Soju always clears the mind.

I'm about to take another swig, when i get a call.

"Jamie, hi! How are you, we haven't talked since before you went to the VMA's! We should have a girls night and you can tell me all about it!" I hold back an eyeroll at the sound of Brittany's cheerful voice. I love her like a sister, but she's just so... positive.

Before i get a chance to make a flimsy excuse, she starts protesting.

"C'mon, you did so well at the Vmas. You deserve it!"

I sigh with a soft smile. It never takes much for her to convince me...

"Ok, ok, you got me. But i'm not in the mood for another media circus. We'll order a pizza food, and you can come over and we'll watch a movie. Deal?"

"Perfect. See you then."

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I'm not really sure what to wear, but it's only a girls night in, so i settle for a dark satin robe and pair of hideous looking bunny slippers that Brittany got for my birthday. They were supposed to be a "joke" gift, but i had liked them enough to keep them. I use a claw clip to style my hair into a messy bun, I look into the mirror with an accepting sigh.

I'm disgusting. I look 100% disgusting.

Before i can sink further into self-hate, the doorbell rings, and i smile to myself. It must be her. That's my Brittany, always swooping in when i need her the most.

I try not to seem too excited as i open the door and embrace her.

She shoots me a big smile. "Thanks for sending Miguel to pick me up. It's great to see you, you look amazing!"

I smirk with false bravado.

"Always."

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Brittany lays her head on my shoulder as we snuggle up on the couch and watch "Titanic." I think it's a little boring, but the acting is good, and it makes for good background noise as we pass the bottle around and talk about our lives. Besides, it's one of Brittany's favorite movies... but i'm positive she doesn't watch it for the plot. And i've got no problem telling her so.

Brittany lets out a soft chuckle at my comment. "Of course I watch it for the content...well, most of it" she adds, flashing me a quick grin. "Okay, maybe your right and it's mostly for the eye candy. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good looking man. And so are you, i hear." I roll my eyes.

"What did Miguel tell you?"

"Nothing... i just heard you had some fun with Eminem."

I bite my black nails at the mention of the hookup, and avoid eye contact. Damn Miguel. Of course he told.

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September 10, 1999

The morning after.

I try to ignore my driver's grin as i crawl into the limo.

Miguel looks back at me with a devilish smile on his face. "You wanna talk about last night?"

"Shut up. My plane won't wait forever." He shrugs and finally starts the car.

"So, you really just hit it and quit it on him, huh? I thought you were a little classier than that. He's probably pretty sore right now, I mean who were you trying to please, exactly? Him or yourself?"

"Eyes on the road, Ramirez." I snap irritably, rubbing my tired eyes.

Miguel stares at me through the rearview mirror for a moment longer before shrugging and turning his attention back to the road. We ride in silence for a while and a few minutes later, I finally break the silence. "So, for future reference, how much time do I need to spend with a guy before I sleep with him for you to think it is classy?"

Miguel answered the question without skipping a beat. "I'm thinking at least 3 hours." he replied, the side of his mouth curving up in a smirk.

I roll my eyes.

"Nevermind. Why do i ask you anything?"

Miguel laughs quietly as he keeps driving. "Because i'm so damn wise, of course."

"Wisecracking maybe."

He sniggers.

"I'll take it."

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Present Time

I snapped out of my daydream to see Brittany squeezing my shoulder with a soft smile.

She can always read my body language with ease. "Hey, look at me," she says softly, waiting for that eye contact again. "I know you're going through a lot right now- that can't be easy. The way I see it, Eminem was just a little fun to help you take your mind off things, right?"

I smile faintly, squeezing her hand in mine. "Thanks Brit. For understanding. and for... well, everything."

"No worries, that's what friends are for, right?" Brittany leans towards me and gives her a reassuring hug. "Besides, we all gotta have a little fun now and then."

"True. And i did have a lot of fun, to be honest. It's been a while since i slept with someone." Brittany smirks at me.

"And let's be honest, if you had to pick someone to break your dry spell with, you couldn't have picked someone better than Eminem." She adds." That's like, the ultimate fantasy come true. Now you're back on top both in the music scene and in the bedroom. Just don't get too attached to him, I don't think he's the kind of guy who wants anything long term. Maybe you can have a little fun with him a few more times and then move on." I curl up my nose is distaste.

"Oh, i'm not planning on seeing his face again, trust me."

She shrugs. "Okay, so just a one time thing. I get it. No judgement. How was he? I mean he seems like he would be really good at this kind of thing." I roll my eyes and take another swig from the bottle of Soju.

"Let's not talk about any more men tonight." Brittany rolls her eyes.

"Buzzkill. Just promise me one thing: I want to know everything when you finally meet a guy you actually like."

Oh, yeah, like that's ever gonna happen.

"You will. I promise." I say, mostly to reassure her.

Brit smiles and lets out a sigh of relief. She plops her head back on my shoulder. "Okay, good. I'm here for you Jamie, you know that, right?" I smile softly.

"Of course. Now let's watch this stupid movie."

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A/n

Stop writing, i told myself. You have more important tasks, i told myself. But i kept writing and stepped right in the next cypher, best beli-

I'm sorry, i'll stop here. Thanks for reading. Idk when i'll be back... cause i have really no idea where the next chapter is gonna go. But i will try to dust the cobwebs in my head and brainstorm.

Until then?

Enjoy the chapter! ❤

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acaplaya-musings · 1 month

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Voiceplay Visuals: The Lion Sleeps Tonight

Bit of a change of pace from some of the more recent Voiceplay videos I've been talking about, and a change of video style/format too!

Voiceplay's video for The Lion Sleeps Tonight was uploaded on the 20th of January, 2024 (VP's first full-length upload for this year), and features J None! (He's been doing a lot of stuff with Voiceplay recently, which makes me wonder if he could be back in the group full-time sooner than expected?). (Also fun fact, this is technically Voiceplay's second cover of The Lion Sleeps Tonight, or at least, for Geoff and Layne it is. The first cover of it was done in 2004, back when the group was still called 4:2:Five (and Geoff and Layne were only in their early/mid 20s), and features on their album "Time Machine"!)

Apparently this was just meant to be a Voiceplay Mini to start off with, but Layne (who did the arrangement) was having too much fun with it, and so it became Voiceplay's full-length cover for the month! Because it was originally planned to be a mini, it ended up being filmed like one, but there's still enough stuff going on in the video for me to make at least a short post about it, so let's go!

Although this was filmed in portrait mode, I'll still upload screenshots in landscape like so, just so they don't take up too much space/length. The portrait mode however also means that I have to "chop off" a bit of the top and bottom of the video because of the Youtube video UI and whatnot (video title, progress bar, etc)

The animals in the background were a brilliant addition, definitely a fun way to add a little bit of extra "Voiceplay flair" to the video!

Cesar being adorable as ever, meanwhile Geoff is Confused And Concerned(tm) 😂

Group shot! (Plus elephant in the background)

Giraffe!

Love the little dancing monkey down in front, very cute (and the monkeys in the background!)

(Cesar's necklace is also cool, although I'm not really sure what it is ^^; )

What are they looking up at? At Eli's high notes? 😝

Me when I watched this for the first time: "wait where'd Geoff go?"

"Oh wait, there he is!" 😁😆

Layne: *BOING*

J is dancing, and so is one of the gorillas in the background! Doing a Gangnam Style dance, it seems! 😄

J and Eli popping up and down in the background and being silly 😋 (also cool lion!)

J with the Crazy Eyes again!

Gosh I love these idiots 😂

And a surprise return of Violayne! (Starting 2024 the same way as 2023 in that regard, actually.) And he has a little chipmunk/squirrel on his head! (Also Layne and Eli both look so happy here and it's so nice <3 )

And now Geoff has a tiny little monkey on his head <3

Lol @ Cesar "falling asleep" on J's shoulder 😄

Omg Eli starts falling asleep too and Layne gives a little wave to the camera! I only just noticed!

I wasn't sure what to expect when I saw the thumbnail of the YouTube premiere thing for this appear last month (or two months ago for you reading this), but this video is a nice reminder that Voiceplay don't alwasys need super complex arrangements or big sets or fancy costuming to make a great video. This video is just silly, wholesome fun, (what Voiceplay do best!), and I always can't help but have a massive smile on my face while watching it. And the vocals are phenomenal as well, of course, and Cesar my GOD those high notes!

I'm sure you've noticed I've been skipping over the Voiceplay "Biggies" (Minis that are longer than a minute, like Time Warp, Wellerman, and Peaches), but maybe I'll make posts for them at some point too? Or at least make combo posts for a few of them (i.e. talking about two videos in the one post). Idk, we'll see, but anyway, there's still more to come, so stay tuned!

#voiceplay #acapella #the lion sleeps tonight #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #j none #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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rottenberries · 3 months

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heyoo rip not me rockin up fashionably late...... anw hi it's gemma ( s/h, 21+ ) here w my serial monogamist, serial cheater nate archibald knockoff, yoon hanbin! he's the adopted oldest son of old money philanthropists n the founder of the very popular cafe chain, angelique ( cough he also plagiarised the entire idea of angelique frm some underrated cafe during his gap yr in france ). that's the gist of it but u can read a more detailed version of hanbin under the cut! as alw, pls hit that LIKE button n ill come rollin into ur dms!! mwah!!

for my sisters in the church of astrology he is a libra sun / aqua moon / pisces rising so like im not tryna justify his tendency 2 cheat but im saying it's written in the stars

anw hanbin was born broke as shit ill b honest he was put up for adoption @ gangnam orphanage as a newborn god knows why ( jk it's prob bc he's the product of some illicit affair or smt )

he gets adopted j shy of his first bday by philanthropists slash the yoon chaebols ( specifically the ones in charge of the hotel chain!! ) who took helping the less fortunate to the next level ( think angelina jolie )!! he's currently the only adopted child of theirs and they have 2 more kids after him who are both biological children so yeah ngl hanbin has some feelins ab that

said feelins are: growin up a rich kid to chaebols often means that they're far too busy to take care of u even tho it's not like they don't want to so naturally hanbin n sibs deal w some neglect even tho it's compensated w lots of money n maids thrown at them BUT the point is despite facing the same level of neglect as his sibs he kinda takes it personally n thinks maybe ?? it's bc he's adopted OR did they j adopt him for the good publicity despite havin no evidence of this ?? yea gr8 logic

despite that overall he's honestly a p nice kid?? plays w other kids well and doesn't yk misuse his wealth or family's status for Evil or no good he kinda is just vibin frankly

one thing ab hanbin tho is that he is a serial monogamist bc of his upbringing n he kinda looks for love in the wrong places and is constantly jumpin from relo to relo ( even jumpin 2 the next relo before the prev relo is over i.e. Cheating )

finally catches up to him when he's in his high profile relo re the subplot n gets caught cheating fr n is the talk of the town : )) since then it's like the ruse is up he's a cheater n everyone sorta knows but then again everyone forgives him bc yk he's Very Wealthy n very friendly and charming and kind and ""goodhearted"" when he's talking to u

regardless my man Hates drama so by the end of his final yr he jets tf off to france for a gap yr!! the impt part comes when he's staying in this soho part of france n there's this rly small rly underrated family owned cafe near his accom called angelique!! it was named after the owner's daughter n has a rly homey vibe n is beloved by the locals, v warm and friendly and welcoming w dim yellow lights and irregular flower pots and stuff on the menu that genuinely looks like it's baked by ur mom and hanbin alm feels... at home here? it's the most at home he's felt and he frequented this cafe A Lot during his stay in france!!

when he finally makes it back to sk he finds that he rly misses the place so he asks for some money frm his parents to open up a cafe in gangnam that's Just like it so that he can have his own little angelique where he lives!! the Problem is that he never bothered to ask for their rights or anyth ( tho im p sure legally he doesn't need to since they haven't bought any rights for it in sk so he hasn't committed any crime ) but yea he literally ripped off the style n colour palette n menu items,, think red bull origin story

anw the cafe clearly speaks to a lot of ppl bc it became so super popular so his parents being rly nice 2 him kinda "'""invests"" in his cafe to make it a chain1! n within 4y he opens up a bunch of diff angeliques all over seoul and even has the latest branch in busan!!

personality-wise i would say he is genuinely a rich kid down to the core...... n by sayin this i mean he has their honestly blissful ignorance like imagine j being like oh wow i love this cafe let me open a cafe Exactly like it right down my st like no askin them for permission no nth no unds of flopping or bankruptcy to j act on a whim this is some peak rich kid bs

this extends past j business ofc n even to women like !! he is out here serial monogamist and cheating on them bc he's spoiled rotten n also somehow neglected so he looks for love in a lot of women and falls head over heels in love w them then ditches for the next shiny thing like !!! sir is ariana grande atp yes and

but when u meet him in the flesh i would say he's rather soft spoken and gentle natured,, v Pleasant to talk to in general so it's alm easy to be lulled into thinking wait ig he's a good guy?? also born to well-known philanthropists n in yoon fashion donates 50% of proceeds frm his cafe to charity so it's Very easy to think he's a good guy like even he genuinely believes he's a good guy ask any lie detector but it's like .... when ur lookin at him from afar and away frm his charm u realise wait some of the shit he does is rly .... horrendous? like imagine calling a man who chronically cheats and steals ideas a good guy ???

also kinda insecure ab his birth and ig this is also why he so desperately wants to be a good guy!! overcompensates to prove that he's a yoon by doin yoon things so a lot of him being ""good"" is not so much him being a good person but a deep need to show people that he's good and he's earned his place as a yoon, a terrible insecurity that he has zero awareness of so will continue doin thanks

idk why i can never be concise atp it needs to b studied : )) anw here r some plot ideas!!

serial monogamist needs a string of exes so prob a few frm when he got back from france frm 2017-2024!! id say his longest relo would last approx 1y bc my man is honeymoon period ONLY crowd boos

on that note im guessin he is back 2 relevancy re: gg when she posts ab him cheating on his most recent gf ,, basically jan 2024 so anyone wanna have a v fresh break up frm like 2wks ago pls lmk ... also anyone who wants 2 b the person he Cheats w lmk too...

is the type to be totally against bullies then sits w ur bully durin lunch bc that's his friend but He's not bullyin or anywhere near that vicinity so !!! : )) anw that said if ur muse is a menace it don't mean he can't be friends w u bc he will be !!

on the other hand a kid who's been bullied who he's friends w then one day u find out he's friends w ur bully wud u confront his ass !!! him tryna diffuse the tension like hey bro Relax alright ik this is rly difficult for u but we gotta remain civil yea otherwise Ur the bully ( yea he's an ignorant headass )

erm movin away frm that anyone who knows him frm france!! mayb yall didn't rly meet or bump into each other in sch bc diff circles or diff yrs but ur one of the few koreans in france so he's v thankful for that n yall make fast friends!! funny if this is where u caught whiff of angelique that cafe he's obsessed ab n brought u to then now he's the "founder" of angelique in korea n it looks Exactly like the one in france hm .....

nv did uni but i imagine he's taking of getting a cert in business this yr bc it's useful for his business but yea !! if ur muse is doin uni rn mayb they could kinda meet there thru some club or smt? prob some save the planet club lbr also funny if u know ab his cheating shenanigans and how he can be a real ignorant asshole but in the uni he's all smiles n everyone loves him n ur the only one who can see thru him ( truly,, idt he can even see it himself )

someone who frequents angelique!! maybe u got stood up on some blind date set up by ur parents n he came over n tried 2 cheer u up!!!

this needs 2 b plotted extensively but a biological half-sibling ....... im gna say im not keen to explore his life outside being a yoon too much but it'd be fun to kinda allude 2 this n them j being like my mom had a kid in 98 before she was ready 2 settle down or my dad had an illicit affair w some peasant woman n knocked her up n ditched her in 98 n he's like o that's cool hey wait a min .......

er anyth and everything else!!

#𝐢𝐯. OUT OF CHARACTER.#revintro

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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PSY - GANGNAM STYLE(강남스타일) M/V

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It occurred to me I should show up and see what that place is in Watson analogy to me it's really about the suit and so I got it and it's not really straightforwards

Megan Merkel

As long as a great idea for store here and actually we already started working on it and Mac did too and Trump is the one who went and did it in fort Myers and a lot of people by there and are very thankful in this life changed a little bit not a time but it works and you can put it right in Sears and it'll be a Sears outlet and what they sell there or washers and dryers and dishwashers freezers refrigerators mini refrigerators full size freezers small appliances and other things too compressors and pumps and generators all sorts of things that are scratched or they have minor dings or some kind of recall work and therefore usually about 30 to 40% off or more sometimes 50 to 60% depending on it the items issue his mom is to buy them at 60% every time and it was something but really it is an anchor and brings in people that need stuff and that's who's here I don't really need Macy's stuff there's other stores that would do very well here and know the cookout place is not doing well and it could but they don't put the right stuff in no it's way too pricey. A mobility store is a great idea scooters for around the house and around the block and even around down the street like our model they have electrics they go down the street on the street and they have a segways in foot segways all sorts of things that actually work there's a few other ideas but those are two of the best they need tools and things but that could happen at Sears outlet other ideas are popular and people need them this Gundam idea it's really good and it's working. Good idea for cosplay a little shop with a whole bunch of cosplay love it and it would be a supplement to fye and hot topics and people come from all around and buy them for real and some of our sons clothing line would be considered cosplay and you can put it in he wants to have a Halloween store here and it's temporary and people like it it would bring a lot of business in and people would start thinking about the whole apartments and he's been trying to do it and it's running out of time there's only less than a couple weeks we have huge schedules tons of stuff to do these things need to be done here and we need to get going on it there's plenty of shows and things you can bring here the easiest ones to do are muscle cars and motorcycles and everybody loves from coming down here they can eat and stuff get drinks go inside and cool off and they had a several car shows and he went to them and people came down and shows inside there's a ton of people that have strange stuff to sell and they can clear it it's just that they don't do it it's kind of flea market type stuff that's another idea so we're hoping it gets the go ahead but really the people that own the mall are the problem and they have to be forced to sell and they don't want to and they are not bja or Trump or Mac or any of the others they're maxed and Max proper and they say they decide what happens here in the mall and they want people to all have a crappy time just like Tommy f so you're not really working out and a lot of people are fighting each other but still do things but they're now trying to stop everything I say go against with a warrant here at the mall and get a taste of what they're going to do

Thor Freya

We were thinking that but he is the one who's pushing for it and we should get some teams behind him and I'm volunteering some of ours right now

Hera

We're going to stand up for it and we're going to get into it and we're going to start right now

Nuara Artianna

I shouldn't get chased off like that and people are wondering what happened and they always buy stuff there but now it's on the corner and it's going to attract business and I might put one back inside if it goes well I do say how it was it was getting abused and the staff was getting abused and it might be that way we're going to try it that way I see the ideas for the stores and I had an idea for a small engine shop put on there bikes and things but it's really complicated you have to have the right one for the right bike and it's kind of a bicycle shop idea so I'm thinking about on your motorcycle there's engines that you can switch out and he says people need the whole thing and you'll get the scooter you can do easy the ground clone and offer the package and you do it secretly like the Gundam guy I know the robotic ones is all sorts of stuff that he can get is true too I'm going to go ahead and do that

Tommy f

What kind of mutiny you know we wanted to do things while we're feeling the pain it's terrible they're screw UPS too this Max I have ideas and I'm going to do some of them tell me f and I are fighting over the scooter thing I guess but neither one of us are doing anything tonight this would be perfect really put anything in here another one's running it saying when nothing so it's kind of stupid someone said a smoke shop inside and they might have might work but not many people are smoking. Really you see people coming in and eating that's a place you can sit down and eat so I get the idea

Mac Daddy

Wow that's surprising people are starting to see something we're keeping the place opens it's worth while it's other stores are just starting to do okay some of them are not doing so great and their prices are weird the last strange but it works we need to tell people your prices are way too high you haven't sold anything in years give them to do something

Sherry

Olympus

#Youtube

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mi4016leiascott · 1 year

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Resound

At the beginning there was a lot of uncertainty for the resound. It was confusing because It didn’t specify whether to add to the music and make it a full experience or make a new experience without the music. There wasn’t a clear take of what needed to be and was admittedly put on the backburner. Personally it felt more clear for the documentary because it had strictly the bounds of the project and ironically allowed for creativity. With this project, there couldn’t be seen with the visual elements while making the sounds up until editing software. The first task of the resound was the iron man fight,the purpose of that was to learn how to use adobe premiere. It was the easiest to learn from there, but everything else was quite difficult to work; which will be in a separate post. In one module we learnt that documentaries would fake sounds for an animal to give an illusion for reality. In the homework it was to find a unique sound. So I used my lander to fake fire and we would draw pictures of what was happening. I only used one of the tricks with hands for the feet running on the ground. So coming back to why I had picked this clip, it was because of the inspirations from one other module, on how sounds make a clip feel completely different from the whooping gangnam style. Perhaps it was too ambitious to do because of the other things that weren’t considered in the video, like the other small details. Though a lot more focus was on the other project. The music video that I picked and done does feel underwhelming because more attention was placed onto the other project. It got more feedback for this one than it did the other. What could have been done is found ways of making the experience more interesting to make of it. What I liked about doing the res sound was adding sounds that weren’t there before. Though I could’ve gotten creative and strange with the sounds of walking or found ways of making the experience more enriching like I did with the other projects. It wasn’t because of time management, or the planning that was the issue. It was a lack of clear structure from what I was doing, and when most projects come in. It's hard finding a balance of putting attention into one thing and as a result needs more improvement.

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revisitingglee · 2 years

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S4 E8 - Thanksgiving

THE GOOD

- QUINN

my girl is back for a limited time only

- MERCEDES!!!

i missed her so much

- i want a Marley, Jake, Ryder throuple so bad

it is the only way to solve this love triangle imo

- Rachel is right, they don’t need men

no one needs men, actually

- the unholy trinity actual secret weapon is gay

- “no, it was amazing, have you seen her ass”

i love brodie. he’s so funny

- “secret nazi sorority”

lol Yale secret societies do give off white supremacist vibes

- Jake and Ryder are flirting hard core in the dance practice scene

- UNIQUE

i can’t wait until she fully transitions because she just looks so much happier and confident as her true self

- dang, the mennonites are pretty good tho

THE BAD

- this show using the phrase “hump her and dump her” is criminal

- i know it’s 2012, but Gangnam Style is awful choice for a show choir competition

- “don’t be that crazy girl that expects people to read her mind”

manipulator energy

this line sucks too because the point he was trying to make is correct. Rachel turned him down and didn’t communicate with him that she wanted him back, so she really has no right to be mad that he moved on.

- i did not need them to butter a turkey as a form of flirting

disgusting

- Sebastian’s hair looks fucked up in the warbler’s performance

it’s too long in the back and it’s greased in a really weird way. he’s also super sweaty, so he just looks gross in the whole performance. it’s a shame. he normally looks good.

THE MUSICAL

Homeward Bound/Home (9/10)

on paper, i should hate this mashup but, it’s actually really good!! this number is really nice. it’s low key and sentimental. it hits all of the emotional beats that it needs to as the old glee kids return. it’s great!!

Come See About Me (8/10)

we really needed a classic unholy trinity number and this filled that void. however, the song is a little boring. they did a fantastic job with vocals and the energy was great. the choreography was cheesy but it was also in classic unholy trinity style, so it’s fine. overall, this was a middling number, but very needed.

Whistle (10/10)

this is a great number. the warbler’s are always really technically good, but this number also has a great style. the warbler’s are just cool in this number. their dance moves are really smooth and the choreography is super interesting. the vocals are simple, which helps the number a lot. it doesn’t distract from their dance moves. having one main lead and toning down the acapella voices worked perfectly. this number rocks!!

Live While We’re Young (10/10)

the warbler’s are killing it ngl. this number is so fun. Sebastian’s singing is great. but again, the dancing is the real star of their numbers. the choreography is really great. it’s fun, technically advanced, and really interesting to watch. the best part is the improvisation. it makes it feel more personal and like the performers are having a good time with the number. also the song choice was perfect.

Let’s Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time (????/10)

confession: i watch this number all the time. it vexs me. i have no idea how to even talk about it. firstly, it’s not good. but, it’s also not bad. it’s gay, but also homophobic. they are trying so hard to be camp, but they failed, but they also failed so miserably that it might have come full circle and actually be camp. all i know is that hearing Lea Michele say “hunty” shakes me to my core every time.

Gangnam Style (8/10)

this was the wrong choice, but at least it was kinda good? like Tina does a great job with the vocals and the dancing is weird but good. idk how to feel.

OTHER

- i feel like i don’t even need to say this but the warbler’s deserve to win actually

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postingjustwhatever · 3 years

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What Slenderman, Jeff, and some of the other creepypasta characters have been up too these last few years

I’m not even in the creepypasta fandom I don’t know why I ended up putting so much effort into this. All of these pictures are traced, I just wanted to do a few of those kinds of pictures where people draw characters over memes, but I ended up doing a ton of them. I also wanted them to look nice so it ended up involving a lot of editing, getting rid of the parts of people that still showed up under the traced image, and editing out stuff in the background. I did all of it in Paint Tool Sai

I was just feeling kind of nostalgic for when Slenderman used to be a meme. I kind of miss Slenderman, I haven’t seen any Slenderman stuff in years. So I decided I was going to make a short video, I was going to edit Slenderman into a few pictures and make it look like he’s been on vacation all this time, and then set it to Oppa Gangnam Style because I remember that being a meme around the same time Slenderman was. But this ended up spiraling into a huge project.

I just kept adding more and more to it. At first, I was like, I’ll add Jeff to a few of the pictures, but then it turned into Slenderman and Jeff going on vacation together. Then I started editing Sirenhead into the background of a few of the pictures, and that resulting in Jeff Attack on Titan style fighting him and losing. And then I decided I needed a few cursed images of them, so I made those. Then I started thinking what are some things that have been trends since Slenderman was a meme until now? So I drew them t-posing and planking. And then I wanted to add the area 51 raid, because that was such a huge meme. And that ended up spiraling into a mini story of them rescuing three aliens and letting them return home. But later on I decided that one of the aliens stays with them, So I had to draw the aliens saying goodbye to each other. And the alien that stayed with them goes to a convention with them dressed as invader zim. Then they all t-pose and fortnite dance in the backrooms/liminal spaces.

Then I wanted to draw Jeff in a dumpster with some raccoons, but that ended up as, Slenderman finds Jeff (who has fallen on hard times and resorted to eating fruit roll ups in dumpsters with raccoons) and basically adopts him and they go on vacation and then everything else that happens in the videos.

I also wanted to draw them buying toilet paper during the virus, and then I remembered the description of a fanfic I saw once, which was something about Jeff getting a college degree during lockdown. So I drew Jeff and Slenderman playing video games and other stuff around the house and after that Jeff starts taking college courses online and graduates college. So I had to draw him graduating too.

Then I decided I wanted to draw Jeff interacting with someone else, so I added Eyeless Jack. But then I decided I was just going to give some of the other characters cameos in the back, but that ended up as a series of cursed images of them. In one of them there is a dude with a target bag on his head holding a knife to someone's neck, I edited in Jeff as the guy with the knife to his neck and ended up making the target mask guy into a character that hanging out with them. I also wanted to draw what the alien had been up to so I decided he lives out in a small shack in the woods. He does a podcast about conspiracies. Jeff comes to visit him and then they all get into his rundown truck and go play in the mud.

The ones with Jeff holding cats and racoons are some of the last ones I drew, because I wanted to have some pictures of Jeff with animals and I also wanted to draw him with different outfits.

I ended it with Jeff GOING TO SLEEP

I have absolutely no video editing skills, I wish I could have done more with this but whatever, it is what it is

I am going to upload all of the pictures in the video separately

DANG IT, I JUST REALIZED ONE OF THE HALLOWEEN PICTURES IS MISSING, I SOMEHOW FORGOT TO PUT IT IN THE VIDEO, I PUT A LOT OF EFFORT INTO THAT ONE, AGGGGGHHH, OH WELL IT’S TOO LATE NOW

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twstbrainrot · 2 years

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the boys and yuu at a dance party. everyone's doing gangnam style or sum' shit because yuu said it was the SHIT back home - im cackling thinking about it

(AN: Hi sorry it took me so long to get to this. I’m a fool and forgot how asks work. Here it is. For you, my child)

Ah yes, Gangnam style. 12 year old me thought this was the shit. And it is the shit. And everyone at NRC needs to think it’s the shit too.

Yeah, there’s pretty minimal success with this. As one would suspect, only the naive will follow you blindly. But it’s ok, because we prey on the weak around here.

Woah, you’re gonna teach him human world dances?! Kalim will excitedly learn anything you are willing to teach him. And then demand more. Teach him how to floss please. What’s a nae-nae? Stanky leg??? Please, please don’t teach him fortnite dances. He’ll become too powerful.

For all the brain cells that Ace lacks, he does know when he’s being tricked (usually). Don’t waste your time on him. Just rope him into helping you fool deuce. And GOD is it easy to fool Deuce. Just pull him off to the side and show him Cater’s tiktok (who also willingly helps with the con). How could he possibly not know this new trend?! Kinda embarrassing bro. You guys walk off and watch him from a distance. Poor guy looks like he’s been tased from how awkward and jerky his movements are. Thanks for the blackmail material, Deuce!

Lilia is just delighted that you’re teaching him new human things!!! Haha! What a funny dance!(He knows. He fucking knows. He’s too smart but loves to play along.) He is the Facebook mom that learns how to dance and then ruins it for the young people. The young people being Malleus. It took you nearly 30 minutes to teach the man the moves, and all of it was ruined by Lilia in a second. He was primed and ready to go, ready to give you the show you deserved. Then Lilia comes scampering by, excitedly exclaiming how “this Style of the Gangnam makes him feel so young!” And that he should “make one of those tickclocks with the young Master!” Interest gone, dance ruined, no styles of the Gangnam from Malleus.

Doesn’t know how to dance, too shy to learn: Riddle, Jack, Idia, Sebek (confused embarrassed shouting “THIS IS A HUMAN TRICK”)

Haha that’s funny. No: Rook, Ruggie, Silver, Trey

What the fuck is this, no I’m not dancing: Jamil, Leona, Vil, Epel

#asks #twst #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #kalim al asim #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #cater diamond

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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:: SCENARIO: exo eating you out

- length. 1k (total)

➼ genre: smut

warnings. lube, fingering, spit play, brat taming, sloppy, rimjobs, without chen

author’s note. i see you being interested in sub!exo, now since i’m from the oral fixation squad we gotta extend the repertoire 🕵 with a bonus sorting into the alignments.

⎡SUHO⎦Suho is not a wild and technical one. No stunts, no crazy shit. No dramatic antics. No weird toys. No major kinks. No particular preferences. He won’t make a big deal out of it either. A true neutral among all the chaos. Unlike the other members. Who are, unlike him, far from being a normal kinda person, that much is certain. So there he is, your uneventful man, doing uneventful things. And you know what? Who even manages that nowadays. Everyone cracks under the pressure of being perfect and super sexual. Suho simply isn’t fazed and that’s good on him. Even if Baekhyun might roast him for acting like he’s not 29 but 122 or something. What he does he does. With deliberation, stamina. If Suho was a tarot card, he’d be temperance. Junmyeon typically asks for eating you out casually when the mood is comfy, or calmly agrees when you ask him. Gets ready stoically in his work clothes, polite as ever. He’ll indulge you very carefully and walks his line. That tongue moves like Suho is deep in meditation. Getting to every spot but not in a provoking way, thorough stuff right here. Moderate and patient. Simply by not challenging himself or putting the bar higher than possible, Suho will never disappoint.

⎡MINSEOK⎦What a nasty hyung. Xiumin knows methods that would make Suho want to bury his face in the ground worrying about the reputation of EXO. Minseok really has seen and done and tried it all. Even a full-blown blowbang type of orgy in Gangnam sometime back in 2018 where he went ‘just to try some things out’ after going raw on lord knows how many ‘dating’ apps to organize people. Get ready for a firework. Fair enough, Xiumin is too clever and too private to let these things surface. Suho will never know. Unless Xiumin’s mouth slips and he feels the need to brag. Which may or may not happen... though, he keeps his secrets. Introvert advantage, nobody bothers him anyway. Talking about mouth slipping — yes, he’s keeping it wet and juicy. Expert he is, he comes along with lube. Xiumin also likes to swallow, while you cum. Where Suho is a literal wiseman resting on top of a mountain, Xiumin will break every rule there is, be loud, be provocative, be fun. And he seems to be uncaring about much else. Chaotic evil if I’ve ever seen one.

⎡KYUNGSOO⎦Oh shit. Oh shit, shit. I don’t even know what to say. Kyungsoo makes an entire protocol out of this. A grand plan. A state affair. In the most romantic, sensual way you can think of. Candle light... rose petal bath, chocolate cake that’s all homemade, back massages, self-recorded music. SM isn’t giving him a solo album or it just never happens but Do Kyungsoo has a phone with recording function and he’s not afraid to use it. What better evening than getting a dose of Kyungsoo lip service in two kinds of ways: As a background track for your sexy time, and in person between those shaking legs. It’s just that good, you aren’t ready for that level of pleasure. Make sure you’re at least mentally prepared for several drawn-out orgasms. The stamina is going hard right here. As we know: The sweettooth appreciates what mommy serves. Bon appetit. The truth is, his style is kinda lawful good even if people would expect it to be lawful evil.

⎡CHANYEOL⎦Is messy as fuck and proud of it. Chaotic good overdrive. No semblance of a technique. It’s called eating after all, gotta dig in, keep it instinctual. Chanyeol treats this like a fucking hobby. Remember, he’s a rapper. Chanyeol will drop a whole array of tongue twisters, deep moans, and a whole bag of bars on your clit so get ready. Guy takes ‘spitting’ a verse way too literally for his own good. Head without a towel, risky idea. Not in the bathroom, risky idea. Saliva everywhere, very sloppy head movements. Dips in the tongue so randomly, it’s unpredictable, which is exactly what makes you come every time. He’s just so happy he could make you feel so excited, and making himself excited, man he’s pure. Despite his drippy, twitching lips saying otherwise, but you blame Baekhyun’s bad influence. And besides, Chanyeol basically corrupts himself. No need to do anything, he escalates and is self-learning at this point. Because damn, he’s good at reading your feedback.

⎡BAEKHYUN⎦Seeing you have a big fat orgasm is Baekhyun’s lifeblood and day-long fantasy. He’s going about it with the most creative, unfair, and outrageous methods. The man’s obsessed. Is he turning into BĀĖKHYÜN? Seems like it. Baekhyun wants to see your face like that all the time. Would absolutely hate not being able to use his hands. He gotta unleash both. Goes nuts with two fingers inside of you and his naughty tongue exploring. Can and will nibble at you with his teeth, folds and clit and thighs, smiling from all the mischief... brat move. He’s easily tamed by pulling his hair, but you ask him beforehand. Who knows it’s bleached so often, the follicles might just give up. Like your legs because Baekhyun is chaotic evil unstoppable and addicted to slurping and sucking you down. Talking all kinds of nonsense while he’s at it. The madman will eat ass all day, Jesus Christ what a triple threat. The only thing that can stop him is a) Taeyong calling on the phone or b) the safeword.

⎡YIXING⎦God of cunnilingus. I am the sheep = GOAT = greatest oral and tongue. Descended from above, a different realm. Fantastic, outstanding, incredible, sexy, hot as hell, scream- and OSCAR-worthy. He gets to work. Properly. Is there something he can’t do? He’s so unafraid and full of ideas. Lay is here to get that honey. Sweet and dripping all over him. He’s a mad bitch for being so good at having his face ridden and you can’t blame him for digging in like it’s the last day. Tongue goes all over the place without stopping a heartbeat, you could request anything from him and he would do it. Let me tell you something. People don’t wanna give him credit for it, but Lay ‘Chaotic Good’ Zhang sinned with confidence before it was cool. He was the first one in the group to get it down. Fastest person to find the clit back in the day because someone paid attention. Even Xiumin hasn’t done the things Yixing has pulled off. Sure, Lay likes his own portion of head if his partner is down, but it’s not important when he’s immersed.

⎡JONGIN⎦Behold and beware. Jongin never plays. Serious business kinda dude. He will set up the room, the music, sets aside a certain time window. Just for you, it’s meant for nothing else. He’s been getting off twice that day out of frustration and anticipating your little date in the evening. Kai will talk to you about it very honestly, and it’s clear why very soon. He. Goes. Off. A whopping 45 minutes of entering other dimensions at the mercy of these big lips. He knows what they feel like and what they can do. Yep, he warned you, I warned you. You probably see EXO planet at some point in your delirium. Yes, it’s real. You just have to unlock the portal by having Kai make you scream and shout and twitch the roof down. That’s the whole trick. His own body erupts with pleasure but he’s trying to control it so hard. And you? Eye contact fail number #205 this night, looking right at him is so dangerous. This guy is the actual Lawful Evil member my dudes.

⎡SEHUN⎦Shawty imma party till the pants down... No problem. Here you go, get yourself a nutritious meal Mister Oh. While I take over your game and your chair, and you gimme all that pretty head until I get to the next level. That’s how it’s gonna be. Just like he’s all about lazy blowjobs (huge how he is, speed is impossible anyways), Sehun really takes it slow giving head as well. True Neutral business. Most easy-going and concentrated. Although, Kai has that focus as well, it’s a maknae thing for sure. Definitely the least likely to just power through: when something can be done to increase either of your comfort, he will easily pause. Sehun is so handsome, you’ll hardly keep it together. Taking a break is going to be necessary anyway, to just get back to normal breathing. When he isn’t comfortable with something, he will tell you right away, no prodding for feedback or anything needed. As the opposite of Suho, Sehun’s not over-polite in that regard.

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Fireworks

A/n: this is not requested but i needed to write something for me and I always love writing best friend!jisung (this turned out to be hella long btw). Also i just realized this is the 16th jisung fic on my masterlist wtf. Welp happy sweet sixteen jisung.

Tag List: @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @skzwriternet

Warnings: cussing probably, lil distressed jisung, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: Y/n and Jisung practically grew up together. Y/n always dreamed of getting her fairytale happy ending. So, Jisung is surprised when she is settling for an all but labeled ‘arranged marriage’ to an asshole that Jisung knows doesn’t love her. Not like he does. Can Jisung convince himself to go after what he really wants and take the risks that come with it? Can Y/n face the facts that what she has wanted has been in front of her all along?

Genre: romance, fluff, angst, non-idol!au, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers!au, wedding crasher!au, Fem Reader

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“Please, come today!”

Jisung sighed over the phone. “Y/n. I have no knowledge whatsoever about dresses. Especially wedding dresses! They’re all white! What’s the difference?” I could hear the murmurs of Changbin and Chan on the other side of the line. “See. I will be no help at all!” Despite the negative connotation of his words I could hear the tiny smile in his voice.

“So, we’re meeting outside the shop at five.”

“Y/n, I’m not going.”

“2146 Chyeongsong Ave, got it?”

“Yes, I’ve got it.”

Letting out a happy laugh I hung up on my best friend, sure that his attendance could be accounted for. The wedding was three months away. Jiho, my fiancee, had no desire for a big wedding and it seemed the sooner we were married the happier he would be.

But, I had always dreamed of a magical wedding with hundreds of people watching me marry the man of my dreams. So, we compromised. He said I could plan as big I wedding as I wanted as long as I could get it done in three months and he would pay for it.

Jiho was the son of one of Seoul’s big company presidents. His family was very kind and seemed to welcome me with open arms despite my less than formal upbringing. Jiho grew up in a penthouse apartment and went to the best university in Seoul.

I grew up in a tiny house in the rundown suburbs next door my best friend, Jisung, and busted my ass to get scholarships and pay my way through a cheap college. Jisung was beside me in all the big moments in my life. He was my best friend and I loved him more than anything.

“So, what did he say?”

Sooyoung’s head of curly dark hair popped over the cubicle divider separating our two desks. I laughed and gave her a thumbs up. “You doubted my power of Jisung persuation?”

“Never. You could convince that boy to run around Gangnam with his shoes on his ears and screaming at the top of his lungs if you wanted to.” Laughing at the thought, I turned back to my computer, desperately watching the minutes tick by before I would get to start searching for my wedding dress.

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A slightly chilling breeze blew across the street. Jisung regardless of his lack of enthusiasm on the phone picked me up from work to walk with me to my dress appointment. My mother, other best friend Yuri, and Jiho’s sister Bo Rim were already waiting outside. Everyone greeted us with a smile as we walked up. My arm was looped with Jisung’s and my hand was stuffed in his jacket pocket since it was cold.

My mother smiled and embraced Jisung with a kiss on the cheek before motioning us inside. My entourage and I were quickly greeted by a consultant. “Hi! My name is Hyunsoon, I’ll be your consultant today. You must be the gorgeous bride, Y/n!” She smiled looking me up and down before glancing at my arm linked with the man beside me. “And is this handsome young man your husband-to-be?”

Jisung shook his head dark hair falling in his eyes. A tight smile sat on his lips as he answered the woman. “No, I’m just the best friend. I’m not going to stay for the whole appointment.” She nodded looking at Jisung with new eyes. “I want to be surprised. Regardless, Y/n will look radiant in whatever she chooses.”

After a few questions about my wedding Hyunsoon led me back into a dressing room and my family and friends to a couch with mirrors around it.

“Are you excited for your wedding?” She asked with a kind smile, placing dressing on the wall of the dressing room for me to see.

“You could say that,”

Her brows furrowed. “You don’t sound very excited?” I shrugged and laughed nervously. The dresses she had picked out were very pretty. Sensing I had nothing more to say on the topic she helped me into the first dress.

It was weird to see myself in the garment. I watched her fix the dress with clips so it would fit as it should before looking over to me. The dress was more of a ball gown style. It poofed out just above my hips and was strapless with a sweetheart neckline.

“Do you want to go out and show them?” I nodded and helped her pick up the many layers of tulle skirt. Hearing fabric brush against the ground as we walked out of the hallway, the heads of my entourage turned. Several smiles were seen from my view in the mirror as I stepped up onto the pedestal.

I gazed once again at the dress in the mirror. It was a gorgeous gown; there was no doubt. Feeling ready for their opinion, I turned around to face the peanut gallery. “What do you think?” My mother was quick to gush over the skirt. Bo Rim and Yuri both raved over the shiny beading on the bodice. Mrs. Nam, Jiho’s mother seemed to like it just fine. My eyes fell on Jisung who said nothing. He looked at me, arms crossed and fingers brushing over his bottom lip. “Ji?”

“It’s....nice...”

Struggling not to laugh I replied, “One of the most incredible song writers I know and the only thing he has to say is ‘nice’?” My friend chuckled and his stare raked over the fabric before looking back up at my face.

“It’s not you. You don’t look like you. You look like some frilly puffy marshmallow girl.”

From anyone else the comment would offend but all I could do was laugh. “He’s right this is definitely not me.” Nodding the consultant ushered me back into the dressing room. Five dresses later, nothing felt right and I was beginning to get stressed out. “What do I do, Hyunsoon? Nothing feels right. I’m not feeling those....fireworks.” The beautiful woman looked at me in question. “Sorry, it’s something Jisung and I say to each other. It’s like our wish for the other to find so much happiness that it feels like...actual fireworks.” I explained with a light laugh.

She sat down on the floor with me, moving the short silk robe further over my thigh, a gentle gesture. “Tell me more about your fiancee,” She kept her hand on my knee and rubbed soothing circles on my skin.

“Ummm....well...his name is Nam Jiho. He’s really nice and very very smart. Like holy fuck, he is insanely smart. He spends most of his time at work and he really likes to run as well.”

She looked at me expectantly. “That’s it?” I nodded, a little unsure of what else she wanted me to say. “And you love him?”

“Of course! What kind of a question is that? I’m getting married aren’t I?” Though I smiled, she could tell there was the smallest bit of insecurity. She thought for a minute tapping her fingers softly on my knee.

I felt somewhat lost among the mountains of white fabric scattered about the room. “Okay then! Whose opinion matters the most to you out of everyone you brought with you today?”

“Oh- Jisung. Of course.”

“Tell me about Jisung,”

A hefty sigh left my lips, but a small happy smile soon replaced it. “Jisung is....he’s like....my person you know? Like anytime I need him- even when I don’t need him- he’s always around. We grew up together. He is my everything. I trust him with more than my life. He’s just....Jisung. He is fully himself and unapologetic about it.” Ilaughed recalling thousands and thousands of memories with him. “He is a total asshole. Way too confident. But, he gets really shy sometimes. He’s also very genuine and has the biggest heart. Without Jisung...I wouldn't be who I am today.”

She smiled and pushed herself off the ground. “I will be right back!” Just as she closed the door, Hyunsoon winked over at me and left me alone in the dressing room.

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Jisung’s POV

I was beginning to feel restless. Y/n hadn’t come out in at least thirty minutes. My leg was going to bounce off my body at this point. Unable to sit still any longer I pushed myself off the plush couch. It was getting harder and harder to control my heart seeing Y/n walk out in all these gowns knowing she was going to marry another man.

Wandering through the labyrinth-like rows of white frocks, I found myself thinking once again about Y/n. Not bothering to cage my thoughts they ran wild with daydreams of Y/n choosing dresses imagining what I would think of her walking down the aisle. Her smiling at me instead of that asshat, Jiho.

Turning down an obviously dead end, my eyes fell on the mannequin standing in the center of the row. A delicate dress hung on the figure.Tattooed lace around the bodice and down the front of the gown to the hips fading like waves on shore. The back was low and open and my mind filled in the gaps, picturing Y/n’s soft skin laying beneath the fabric. My fingers brushed over the long thin sleeves.

The sound of the a door closing snatched me from the my tantalizing reverie. “Oh- You’re Jisung right?” The woman asked walking closer. I recognized her as the one helping with Y/n’s appointment. I gave her a short nod, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “I actually need your help.”

“Anything for Y/n.” The beautiful woman’s brow quirked up and a smile slid onto her painted lips. “I mean....anything...for the bride.”

Her tongue slid over her white teeth. There was so much white around, my head was starting to physically hurt. “Uh huh. Anyway! Y/n basically hates everything not only I have picked, but also everything she’s picked.” I stood waiting for the part where I could possibly help. “She trusts you. She wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

“I’m sorry....I don’t see how-”

“I see you’re looking at dresses. Have you seen one that you like? Maybe....one you would like...on Y/n?” My eyes fell to the floor, glancing over at the mannequin briefly. My quick gaze did not go unnoticed by Y/n’s consultant. “Well...Jisung....don’t you have good taste.” She walked over to dress form and checked the price tag before giving the gown a once over. “Revealing taste too....” She sang with a smirk.

I looked away rubbing the back of my neck, the area feeling very itchy all of a sudden. “I-I- uh...the dress just seems like her. It’s very.....mesmeric. Her.”

“She did say you have a way with words.” Hyunsoon, I think her name was, walked over to one of the racks pushing past dresses until she pulled out one I assumed was in my bestfriend’s size. “Go sit back down! I know she’s going to love this one.”

My head tilted back and I let out a sigh. As much as it pained me, I knew seeing that dress on Y/n and knowing it was ‘the one’ would be it for me. I’d snap and in front of all her family, soon to be and current, I’d confess how much I loved her and that I didn’t want her to marry that dick. I’d ruin what would be her perfect happy ending. Well...in her words....her ‘Moderatley-Happy-Fiancially-Stable Ending’.

“Actually...I’m gonna head out. I know she’s gonna love it. Tell her I hope she gets her fireworks.”

Willinging myself to start moving, I walked past Hyunsoon and towards the door, only stopping once. A glimpse. I caught only a glimpse. The door of Y/n’s dressing room opened and I saw the bright smile on her lips as she looked at the dress being brought to her. “That’s your last look, Han.” I mumbled under my breath. “Now turn around and walk out.”

With every ounce of willpower left in my body, I did.

❃

The TV droned in my rundown apartment. My two closest friends, outside the one I was deeply in love with, were half drunkenly lounged in my tiny living room. I scowled at the television, taking another drink from the bottle in my hand.

“Dude- slow down. That’s like your sixth drink.” The eldest chided, tossing a balled up fast food wrapper at my head.

Ignoring the fellow musician’s advice, I chugged the rest of the beer shooting Chan a look. “Chan let him be. You know what tomorrow is.” Changbin sighed. Turning, I found him hanging off an armchair upside down, scrolling through his phone. It was silent for a while until the inverted boy spoke up again. “I still don’t get why she’s marrying that douchebag.”

Knowing where this conversation was going I escaped to the kitchen, preoccupying myself with grabbing another beer from the fridge. the other two boys paid me no mind and continued the discussion as if I was invisible. Chan’s attention turned back to me as I plopped down next to him on the dusty old couch. “Han, didn’t you say you caught the guy cheating like....multiple times....”

It was true. I had caught Jiho not once, not twice, not even three times, but four times I had got him with other women. Jiho liked to go out to clubs. The scumbag would pretend that he was working late so Y/n would be none the wiser, then he would stay out until three in the morning drinking and getting with random girls he met. The bastard didn’t even have the decency to frequent establishments he knew I wouldn’t be at. My music career was in the dumps lately and I had resorted to DJ-ing at downtown clubs.

That fucking asshole even had the audacity to flirt with other girl while Y/n was around. She had invited me out with the two of them for drinks after a promotion at work. The second she leaves for the bathroom Jiho starts making moves on the waitress. Right in front of me.

“Yeah....well, there’s nothing I can do about it.” On multiple occasions I had tried to tell Y/n about her terrible fiancee. Every time I tried, all I could see was the look of hope on her face. the look that practically begged for me to tell her that Jiho and I were finally getting along. And....I couldn’t do it. I could never do it.

“Boo hoo. Horton hears a bitch ass liar!” Changbin slurred from his awkward position.

“What?”

“That is quite possibly the biggest lie you have ever told.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Chan yanked the beer out of my grip and handed me a water bottle instead. “Oh and what do you suppose I do then?” I managed to get the words out before Chan less than gently shoved the water in my face.

The man beside me sighed and shifted to face me fully. “You love Y/n. Yes or No?”

“Yes.”

“She needs to know that.” I shook my head. No, she did not need to know that. I was not going to be the reason Y/n ruined her chance at a good life. Looking around my apartment I saw nothing but disappointment. Most months it was hard to make rent and I could barely afford to do anything but the bare necessities. She deserved better than what I could give her. “We all know Y/n is only settling. This is definitely not the fairytale ending she always talked about.”

“Chan, there’s no such thing as fairytales. Even Y/n knows that.” Inwardly, I grimaced at my own words. Had Y/n been around to hear those words I would have been slapped upside the head.

“How do you know that? Do you have proof?” Changbin mused, a drunk smile on his face. “Let’s say this is a fairytale. You and Y/n have to be the main characters! The prince and the princess always get to together in the end! Duhhh!”

Even in my sour and depressed mood it was easy to laugh as Changbin slid off the armchair and landed on his head. “He does have a point, Ji.” Chan said, listing his head back onto the couch. Two of his fingers pushed the bottom of the bottle back up towards my face. “You’re the leading man in your own life, dude. Stop acting like the best friend. If you want her go get her.”

My thumb brushed over the grooves in the plastic . The alcohol was quickly clearing out of my system. A numbness filled my body as I contemplated the options put in front of me. Maybe it was time for me to be selfish. Maybe it was time for me to get what I wanted.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the sofa and headed for the door.

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Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours before my best friend’s wedding and I was walking to her house at two in the morning to confess my feelings for her. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mumbled under my breath. The view of her parents house was growing closer as I walked down the street. Y/n told me earlier in the week she would be staying there the night before the big day.

Just like so many nights in our teen-dom, a familiar yellow glow from Y/n’s bedroom window illuminated the street below her house. Through the second story window I could see glimpses of movement. For a moment I just stood, doubting all the decisions I made in the last twenty minutes. I could chicken out here. Turn around and go home. She would never know.

Just as I was about to turn around, I was caught in daze by the image in the window. Y/n stepped into view, radient like a new morning. From the little I could see from the street, she was wearing the dress I had picked from the boutique. Her hair was messily pushed back and strands fell in front of her eyes. The glint of the standing mirror flashed across from where she stood. Her beautiful E/c eyes trained on her reflection.

She was breathtaking. My chest got tight just looking at her and a cold sweat was born on my palms. I watched as she rung her hands together, nervously twisting the rings on her fingers; a habit we both shared. Y/n let out a shaky breath before returning her gaze to the looking glass, this time with a smile.

Her delicate fingers reached up and brushed her cheek before they stretched out as if to shake some invisible person’s hand. Her smile grew brighter as she talked to this imaginary person. She laughed and looked truly the happiest I had seen her in a long time.

My eyes fell to the road, scuffing my shoe on the asphalt. She was happy. No matter how badly I wanted her.....there was no way I was going to take that away from her. Y/n’s happiness mattered more than mine. I could find comfort in the knowledge that she would be happy. That she would be taken care of. That she got everything she deserved. Everything I could never give her.

Turning on my heel, the cold air and truth bleeding me sober, I walked back into the city away from my happy ending.

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Y/n’s POV

Thirteen hours. Thirteen hours before my wedding and I was questioning everything for absolutely no reason. The rest of my family was long asleep. Yet, here I sat in my wedding dress feeling like everything I was doing, every decision I made.....was wrong. I felt like crying for no reason, my throat refusing to be anything but tight.

Coming to my feet, I smoothed out the gorgeous gown and walked with no purpose until I found myself staring at the mirror on the far side of the room. The girl on the other side of the glass looked like a bride. Why wasn’t I happy with that?

Standing up tall like my mother lectured many times in the past few days, I pursed my lips and put on a pained smile. “Hi, I’m Mrs. Nam Jiho,” The name felt unclean coming from my lips. Tilting my head, I rubbed my face before staring back at my reflection. I sighed pushing back the feeling of tears begging to spill over.

“It’s nice to meet you, my name is Nam Y/n.” I shivered, swallowing the last bit of moisture in my mouth. “Nam....Y/n.....Y/n Nam....Mrs.Nam Y/n.” The more I tried to look at the person who I would become the more I felt like crying. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Mrs. Nam Y/n....” Before I could finish the words I broke into tears. Loud sobs filled my room and all I could do was stare at the hollow shell reflected in my mirror.

My heart ached. The air in the room around me felt heavy, like a weight on my shoulders, pushing me down into the ground. Pushing past the lump in my throat, my eyes returned to the mirror, this time fixating on the photos framing the glass. Pictures of my friends and family.

My heart lifted seeing a photo of Jisung and me. It was an old picture from highschool, probably taken on one of those disposable cameras you could get at corner stores. His school uniform was slightly too big for his then thin frame. My skirt was just a little too long and my shoes were never quite the right size. We were seated on the bleachers outside the school. Jisung sat on the row above me and let me rest between his legs. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, as he leaned around to kiss my cheek. I was caught in the middle of a laugh and Jisung looked so happy right next to me.

I smiled remembering the day from the printed memory. A friend we both had lost touch with had taken the photo while we weren’t looking. We then got teased for days afterwards. My fingers brushed over the delicate fabric of the dress. The dress that Jisung had chosen. Jisung. Almost every happy moment of my life....was tied to Jisung. Taking a step forward, I looked back in the mirror. Sniffing away the tears, I smiled.

“I’m please to meet you....I’m Mrs. Han Jisung,”

The smile on my face grew bigger and my heart swelled. Reaching up I brushed away the tears that spilled over before holding my hand as if meeting one of the guests at my wedding. “Jisung and I are so pleased you could come to our wedding,”

The feeling in my chest had me wishing to cry all over again but for a different reason. I wanted to jump and scream at the top of my lungs the name ‘Han Y/n’. The more I said it, the more I felt like a teenager again.

All I could think about was Jisung. His dark hair, dyed one too many times, leaving it slightly damaged but somehow still soft. His big, round, doe eyes. The way he told the stupidest jokes. His voice- not just when he sang, but even simply speaking his voice was one of my favorite sounds. Pressing my hands to my cheeks, I pulled away finding them hot.

“Fuck...I’m in love with Jisung.”

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“Okay, I need everyone to give me some fucking space!” I shouted, effectively silencing my dressing room. One by one, my maid of honor ushered the ladies out. I let slip one time that I am having second thoughts and all hell breaks loose.

Sitting at the vanity, my head fell into my hands. I was dejected. Confused. And obviously sitting with a pretty big headache. I hadn’t heard from Jisung since the dress appointment and he didn’t answer any of my texts this morning. It was like he was avoiding me. Eyeing the champagne on table I contemplated drinking the whole damn bottle then just going through with the event. As much as I wanted to get married, I didn’t want to do it to someone I didn’t love.

Standing up, I manuevered the champagne filled vessel away from my body and popped it, the sound letting loose a satisfying echo. The bubbly liquid filled the glass flute I picked up. My first sip was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“I told you guys I needed space! Just fuck off!”

Downing the glass, I turned to pour another one. Drunk ceremony was looking like my best option right about now. The click of the dressing room door opening caused my ears to prick up. “I said fuck off-”

“That’s not very nice language coming from the bride.”

Jisung stood in the doorway, hesitant smile on his face. His hair was almost styled, pieces still falling loose over his forehead. A black blazer hung over an untucked slightly wrinkled white dress shirt. His slender hands were shoved in the pockets of his blue jeans.

“Coming from you that’s rich,” He watched me drink in his appearance. “Jeans, Ji? You come to my wedding in jeans and Doc Martens?”

My best friend rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on the carpeted floor. “To be honest....I wasn’t sure I was coming at all.”

I blinked, trying to process the words just said to me. My best friend....the man I loved more than anything in the world...said he almost didn’t come to my wedding. “Excuse me?”

“Y/n....we need to talk....”

My chest tightened in anticipation as I watched Jisung close the door. He stayed on the opposite side of the room seemingly nervous or afraid to even look my way. A hint of a smile appeared as I watched Jisung anxiously turn the silver rings around his fingers. “Ji, have you been avoiding me...”

Instead of answering, the man’s eyes fell to the bottle on the vanity. He motioned to it, wordlessly asking for a glass. Stepping away, I allowed him enough room to cross and pour a glass for himself. He downed the flute like a shot almost making me laugh at the similarity between us. “Didn’t you want to get married outside? In a forest if I remember correctly?”

“Don’t change the subject, Jisung.”

“I’m not.” For the first time I felt like Jisung really looked at me. His eyes seemed to soften. Before I could once again appreciate how beguiling his eyes were, they retreated back to their place on the floor. “Y/n....this isn’t you. You deserve a fairytale ending. Your fairytale ending. You don’t deserve a shotgun wedding in some church with nobody watching just waiting for the hour de vours to be passed out.”

“I’m not pregnant. This isn’t a shotgun-”

“Please just let me finish, Y/n....”

Nodding, I leaned against the vanity and watched my friend’s hands brushed through his dark locks. The silver hanging from his ears glinted in the bright fluorescent lighting. “Y/n...Don’t....don’t get married.” He seemed encouraged by my reaction, or lack thereof. “I think about you a little more than I should. A lot more actually. For a long time. Y/n/n, I’ve been in love with you since grade school.”

A familiar lump began to form in my throat and a pit formed in my stomach. Gaining confidence, Jisung’s eyes met mine. “It’s been killing me...seeing you with that asshole. I know you’re happy. I know that you’re better off with him. He can give you everything that I can’t, because you deserve to have a nice house. You deserve to be spoiled with gifts and trips. You deserve to not come home every night and worry whether the rent has been paid.” Jisung stopped and stared at the empty glass in his hands.

“You always talked about fairytales when we were little. Well...my fairytale would just be us. No magic. No princes and princesses. Cause you’re enough for me. More than enough. Y/n, you’re it for me. You’re my fairytale.”

His eyes widened seeing a single tear rolling down my cheek. Before continuing Jisung watched me with shaking hands carefully set the glass flute on the vanity behind me.

“I- I want you to be happy. If you’re happy with Jiho then I will go out into that church and clap when you get hitched. Because, that's what friends fucking do and that I can give you. But...if there is any chance....any part of you...that loves me at all....even a little bit....”

He gulped, fingers ferociously twisting the rings on his right hand. Not many would believe it, but Jisung was shy. Introverted. It was rare to see him like this. Jisung wasn’t afraid or nervous, but more timid or demure. I could almost see his heart physically stop beating as I opened my mouth to speak.

“I’m not happy, Ji.” He blinked, big, brown, doe eyes trying to understand what I meant. “I want to be. But, I can’t be happy with someone I don’t love. I don’t care about the money or the gifts. I just.....want my fireworks. I think you can understand that more than anyone.”

Jisung nodded dejectedly, shoving his hands into the pockets of the blazer that seemed to be holding itself together with only a few threads. He seemed to not understand what I was saying. “I do....understand- I mean. That’s all I want for you. If you can’t be happy with Jiho or me then-”

“Fuck, Ji. You really are dense aren’t you?”

“What?”

Reaching forward, I twisted the collar of Jisung’s slightly unbuttoned shirt and pulled him closer. Before our lips even touched I could feel electricity in the air, sparking and making room hotter. Finally feeling my lips against his sent my stomach on a rollercoaster; twisting, turning, loop de loops, and free falls giving me the greatest feeling spreading to the rest of my body.

The feeling of my fingers sliding up his neck, must have brought Jisung out of whatever shock induced daze he was in. Like second nature his arms wrapped around me, cool hands pressing into the bare skin of my back. There was nothing but fire in my stomach as Jisung dragged his lips over mine at a painstakingly slow pace. The man smiled feeling me pull and tangle my fingers in his soft dark tresses.

“Fireworks?” I asked, pulling away with my bottom lip snagged between my teeth.

“Millions.” Jisung’s thumb brushed over my cheek before he leaned back in capturing my lips in another death defying kiss. “Did you drive here? I took the train.” He mumbled between kisses.

I laughed feeling happier than any moment before in my life. “My car is out back. You’re driving.”

Opening my eyes, I saw that signature smirk my best friend was famous for. For the first time I knew why my insides did flips when it was directed at me. Lacing his fingers with mine he dragged me from the dressing room and led me through the halls as fast as we could run with one of us in a wedding dress. As we reached the car, slamming the doors shut, the bells in the chapel started to ring making the both of us grin. Jisung leaned over, fastening my seatbelt before kissing my lips like they were his only source of air.

“You make quite the gorgeous runaway bride,”

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