#I miss his sweet precious smiley face

[tylerpitlicktruther]

Haven’t done a Skinner Pookiepoops post in a bit so here’s some most recent bits of Jeffy Joy

🥰💕🍬🎀🌸🥺🍭💋💞🍼💓🥺🌸🎀🍬🥰💋🍭

🥰💕🍬🎀🌸🥺🍭💋💞🍼💓🥺🌸🎀🍬🥰💋🍭

(And he’s injured and I’m not handling it well ❤️‍🩹)

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: GOJO

A/N: Satoru is neither patient nor kind. Pity the poor soul that crosses him. So, don’t cross him 🤭 (ok ok I swear the Yuuta one is up next, Satoru was just being demanding, per usual).

C/W: This man is his own content warning LOL. Mature, 18+

“So. Damn. Pretty”

Satoru snaps a photo of you bent over, contemplating the pastries. Another one to add to the infinite album of his only muse.

You’re wearing his favorite pair of yoga pants. And his eyes ride your curves without any brakes in sight.

The pants are suctioned to your rounded hips from your hot Pilates class. Your precious little cunt is so puffy from all the heat and sweat, well outlined like a perfectly packaged gourmet dessert.

You never wear underwear with them. And always try to skirt by him when you come home after your workout. Self conscious about how he always tosses you on the kitchen counter and laps you up until you’re screaming his name like a prayer. Eventually squirting all over the Italian marble.

Satoruuu. You couldn’t have waited until after I showered?

You always blush and whine and avoid his gaze. Hands squeezing down on your thighs, trying to hide how they tremble for him.

His adorable, sweet girl.

He leans back against the window of the coffee shop. What’s a couple more minutes of eye-fucking?

Satoru places his rounded black glasses in his back pocket and pops a dark chocolate Hershey kiss in his mouth. What he really wants is your pussy melting on his tongue but chocolate will do for now.

“He’s so hot.” The shrill, irritating, buzz from the airheads next to him shear through his daydream about you.

“Hey, Blue eyes!”

“Sorry sweetheart. I’m spoken for.”

Satoru flashes one of his empty, razor sharp grins. Which means it’s the end of the conversation for him, but the start of a lifelong infatuation for the other party.

Eyes back on you.

He pierces through you. 3 of the 7 cardinal sins wage war against each other within him.

The barista is looking at you how he looks at you and well…

That simply won’t do.

He approaches you like a lion stalking its prey. Satoru towers over you in less than a second. And you don’t notice.

He finds it so troublesome.

You are oblivious and tiny and smiley and vulnerable and so damn trusting. If the Heavens spoke they’d sing your praises. His beautiful, sacred girl.

Men are vile.

With horrible, depraved, nefarious intentions. They see a girl like you and want to violate. And take. And ruin. And push you to your knees. Pin your head against a wall. Shove his cock through the back of your throat until you’re choking and gurgling his name. Pathetic, pretty pleas for mercy. Hot salty crystalline showers raining from your baby doll eyes — it always makes him rock hard. The way you cry when you’re overstimulated.

Fuck.

Wait. What was he thinking about again?

Right. Protecting you. From scumbags like this fucking barista who won’t stop undressing you with his beady eyes.

He can make those eyes go away. Real quick.

You’re up next to order. Satoru snakes his hand around the back of your neck. You startle back into him, just like a wild doe.

“Sato—“

He kisses the rest of his name off your lips. Tonguing every corner of your sweet mouth. Sucking on your warm muscle. He smirks against your feeble attempts to pull away. Gorgeous face flushed cotton candy pink. So shy. So embarrassed. He can feel himself stiffen in his pants.

“S—sat…”

“I’ve missed you, princess.” He pulls away and you’re gasping for air. Sexy little pants. He could fuck you in the middle of the shop right now.

And he will.

“Hi Satoru,” you purr his name and his dick twitches, “you’re being dramatic. It was one night.”

You toss a glance at the barista apologetically. And Satoru decides he definitely has to end him.

“Can I have a small vanilla latte please?”

God. Your voice alone grabs him by the fucking balls.

You longingly look back at the pastries, and furrow your brows. As if your figure isn’t goddamn perfect. You don’t need those silly pilates classes. Satoru could work you out on his cock every day. Would be more than sufficient enough.

“She’ll also take the biggest slice of berry cake you have.” He follows, shamelessly gripping your ass in his large palm.

You muffle a falsetto whine. But Satoru knows that sound. You act so sheepish and innocent. But there’s a pool of lust between your legs right now and he can’t wait another fucking second to sink into it.

“Good choice.” The idiot smiles and Satoru could rip his trachea out then and there.

“And I’ll have an Americano. 2 extra shots of espresso.” He barks his order before kissing you on the forehead.

“Baby, go get us that back booth in the corner. Yeah?”

You give him a tiny smile that dismantles him. So he grips the back of your head for another bruising kiss before sending you off. He lingers on you walking away from the counter. Brazenly taking another photo of you. Completely ignoring the growing line of patrons behind him.

Satoru turns back to the barista, and he watches the blood drain from his face.

His favorite.

A hunter and the hunted.

“Pretty, right?” Satoru muses casually, reaching for the wallet in his back pocket.

“Uh, y-yeah man. S-she..”

“Probably want to fuck her, don’t you?”

Satoru flashes a toothy grin, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills. He doesn’t carry anything smaller than that.

“W-what? No. No man. I was just. I was being polite.”

Satoru motions for the barista to lean in to hear his next words. He has no choice but to oblige.

“Well, I am going to fuck her. Senseless. In that back booth over there. And if you so much as look in our direction. Or look at her ever again, I’ll rip your throat out and feed it to stray dogs.”

Satoru palms Barista’s cheek two times before stuffing the hundreds into his shirt pocket.

“Keep the change.” Another grin as bright as the sun before sauntering over to the booth with your treats.

“Mmmm, gimme gimme.” You paw at the caffeine and cake, less guilty that you didn’t order the sweet treat for yourself.

He purposefully places them out of your reach.

“Hey! Why—“ Satoru’s large hand encases your neck and pushes your head against the plush booth.

The way you gaze up at him. Wide-eyed. A pretty little deer in his headlights. Oh he loves that about you. How he can read your book front to back with his eyes closed.

His cock can’t stop beating. Against his zipper. Against his thigh. It needs the nourishment between your legs.

Satoru wires his tongue back in your mouth. He bites down on your perfect lips, knowing it’ll get red and flushed and swollen. Just how he likes it when you’re sucking the cum out of him. He can’t feed you his cock here, not yet. But you can sit on it.

You struggle to keep up with his pace. Little moans, little gasps, little “ohs”.

He reluctantly pulls away. Still close enough to your face that the tip of his nose grazes yours. Satoru stares at you. Unblinking. With a quiet smile on his face. He knows what his intensity does to you and he can’t get enough of it.

You squirm. Eyelashes fluttering. Looking in every which direction except into his eyes.

“Look at me baby.” He strums your chin.

“Y-yes daddy.” You whine. So obedient. So pliant.

He much prefers you like this. Not like last night. Out with your friends. Without him. Not letting him pick you up or bring you home. He fucking hates that.

But this. This is perfect.

Satoru stands to his full height. He shrugs out of his black leather jacket before sitting in the booth next to you. Not once breaking his gaze.

You need to be disciplined.

And there’s nothing Satoru loves more than to discipline you with his dick.

“On my lap, little one.”

You eagerly nod and nestle into his legs. His length digging into your clothed flower. He can already feel the heat emanating from your petals.

He drapes his jacket over your lap. Concealing how your bodies are about to mesh.

“I’m going to fuck you, right here, baby.”

“S-satoru, h-here?” He loves when you sound so desperate and nervous. Satoru answers your question with a nip and lick on your earlobe.

“Pull them down.” He husks in your ear.

But Satoru is an impatient man. Your tiny hands take a millesecond too long so he drags your pants to your thighs himself. At the same time unzipping his pants just enough to pull his blushing, leaking lead pipe length.

He’s too big for you. For your petite, doll-like frame. And whenever he rocks you down to his base there’s a Satoru-shaped bludge at the center of your feminine torso.

It makes him want to lock you in his room, forever.

“Oh, oh my god.”

You try to pant quietly when Satoru slides all 10 of his thick, almost inhuman inches into you. And your warm, drenched walls clamp down around him. Like it’s the first time he’s invaded you.

He groans into your shoulder blades. Tilting and rocking you in long, languid movements. Purposeful. He wants you needy. Subservient. Under his spell.

“I missed you last night, baby.” Satoru starts his mind fucking.

“M-missed you…”

“I can’t protect you when you’re not by my side, sweet girl.” He suspends his hips and starts small, saccharine bounces. Making your head bobble like it’s connected to your body by a string.

“Men want to hurt you baby. Take advantage of you.” He continues his rhythm.

You grip the sides of the table. Your cunt creaming all over his length. Clipped, falsetto gasps and whines tumbling from your open mouth.

Satoru’s lips graze the shell of your ear and you evanesce into him.

“You need me. Don’t you pretty? To keep you safe.” His lips trail down your jaw. Nibbling little marks. His territory.

“Y-yes, daddy. I need you.”

Satisfied, Satoru lowers himself back down on the booth. Still violating your womanhood with his length.

So fucking pretty. You struggling to catch your breath and squirming all over his cock. Staining his pants with your arousal.

Satoru pets your head. That’s better. All better.

Just like how he likes you.

[yuesya]

The darkened screen lights up with a new incoming message.

Sunday immediately lunges for his cell phone, ignoring the scattered sheets of promptly-abandoned paperwork that go flying everywhere as they are knocked over in his haste.

Robin: I found her! Thank you for your help in narrowing down the facilities, brother.

An exhale of relief escapes his lips, and Sunday finds himself slumping down slightly in his seat. The heavy, constricting feeling on his chest finally lightens at the knowledge that his youngest little sister is safe.

Even though he knows that Lyra can take care of herself when it comes to physical confrontations, that does not mean Sunday is happy when his sister –either one of his beloved little sisters– is in danger. Especially not when she does so deliberately.

It also does not help that Lyra knowingly allowed herself to be kidnapped by slavers, because it reminds him of a certain time in their childhood.

A bloodstained warehouse. Dismembered corpses littering the ground. Lyra, blank-eyed and unaffected, standing in the center of it all –and oh, how Sunday’s heart ached for his dear little sister. How fiercely glad he’d been, to find her still alive and well amid the carnage.

Sunday closes his eyes for a brief moment to compose himself, then responds to Robin’s message.

I’m glad I was able to help, he tells his sweet sister. Is everything alright over there?

He sets his phone down to the side of his desk, and goes about the room regathering his paperwork. Given the tone of Robin’s words, the situation was most likely under control. And… all the way in Penacony whilst his sisters were elsewhere among the stars, there was only so much that Sunday could do.

Not for the first time, a sudden jittery, uneasy sensation flutters in his chest. Separation anxiety, was what others had jokingly named this feeling when Sunday described it to them, but–

His phone screen lights up again. Sunday hurries back to his desk, setting down the papers and picking up his pen on autopilot even as his eyes are drawn to his phone.

Robin: All good! Lyra finished things by the time I got here.

Robin: There’s actually very little collateral damage this time, too.

Robin: She also found all of the missing children!

Robin: Everyone is accounted for. [Smiley face]

Robin: [New Attachment: Image file]

Sunday pauses.

… The picture that Robin sent him is clearly one that she’d just taken on her phone. In the frame, there are several children curled up against each other in a small pile, some of whom are asleep, while others hold markers in their hands with mischievous expressions. But more importantly, beside the children–

Lyra.

Soft, silvery hair, and feathery wings. Lyra’s appearance is not elegant or enchanting the way Robin’s is, but no one –not even the other Halovians who incessantly wagged those tongues that they did not deserve to keep– would deny that she was lovely in her own right. His little sister’s beauty is one that’s precious and darling, which has its own charm.

There is a blond-haired young man leaning quite closely over Lyra’s shoulder, his arm reaching over her body to point at something that she’s holding.

Sunday’s eyes narrow at the ostentatious peacock–

Who is he, he means to type to Robin. But as he lifts his hand, Sunday suddenly realizes that he’s dripping ink on the table.

Slowly, he unfurls his fingers. Fingers that he does not recall tightening into a fist in the first place.

Pieces of a broken pen fall one by one onto the polished desk with a clattering sound, ink seeping deep into the wooden grains as dark droplets continue to dribble down from Sunday’s hand.

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 3

Day 3 - Free Use with Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 611

Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap peeps) implied kidnapping, implied confinement.

Disclaimer: Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.

A/N: Day 3 Here we are! Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Librarian!Steve Rogers Masterlist

It was everything you’d ever read about: lilies and foxgloves akin to the ones mentioned in The Secret Garden hanging just outside the back door; siding and layout reminiscent of the March family home; and a private library even Sherlock Holmes himself would have had trouble not being envious of.

It was suppose to be a dream - specifically your dream - come true, except for the fact that it couldn’t be anything further from that. Instead, it's a nightmare born from a pure, lust-filled delusion, with you and your reading log being the prime sources of inspiration.

He finds you in the kitchen this time, the man who wishes for you to call him darling, honey, Stevie my love. You’ve been drying dishes for so long the tea towel begins to wear thin, the blue material repeating the same circular motion again and again. When he comes closer you move to the island, tucking the exceedingly clean cutlery away. You don’t acknowledge him.

His breath is hot against your neck and the pressing of his chest to your back sends shivers up your spine. “I got you something from your wish list, Bookworm.”

There’s a dense thud as a freshly printed copy of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is dropped beside you, narrowly missing your hand. It takes everything in you not to tense up at the sound.

You feel a tightening at the back of your neck, the grip firm and slightly calloused as the man who once made you smiley warmly with his wonderful book recommendations now pushes your face towards the cool marbled countertop, his other fingers slipping underneath your pleated skirt - one of many he makes you wear for his viewing pleasure - to tug your panties down. You can only try to ignore how they stick for a moment before he finishes pulling them to the ground.

Steve holds no such pretence, scoffing at the sight, “I knew you needed to thank me like this, just like how you knew I needed to come home to you and this sweet pussy you used to try to hide from me.”

You nod your false agreement. Attempting to fight it isn’t worth what could happen next instead of what usually follows. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that Steven Rogers - once the world's sweetest librarian - is a hardened veteran who has yet to forget anything he’s learned during his military career. The basement door is locked to soothe you - the night terrors you experienced after the first and only sign of guilt you’ve ever seen your captor display.

When the head of his cock pushes past your wet folds there’s a collective sigh from you both, yours damningly headier than his. Your eyes unfocus for a few seconds, your gaze drifting briefly to the petal-filled backyard before his steady thrusts ground you permanently. Sometimes you wish he’d fuck you there just so you can feel the sun on your skin, feel like more than a part to play in the story of you and him.

Fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as he fucks into you without a care in the world. You hate it when he treats you like you’re special to him. Your disgust is momentary as his lips kiss promises into your skin, your neck being slowly covered with teeth marks and precious nothings. Involuntarily your hips push back and seek your pleasure for you.

You hate how you hate it less and less. 

Steve's thrusts grow more frenetic. "Good thing you know better now. My fantasy is your fantasy, Bookworm. And that'll never fucking change."

[yuniniverse]

Hii ! It’s my first time Request in your account 🥹can you please do a junghoon (xikers) x reader ? Anything can be good but please make it more lovely and sweet! bc we miss him😞( we want a a playful junghoon I begggg 😭. )

Flowers For You

PAIRING !  ━ non!idol junghoon x reader

GENRE !  ━ childhood sweethearts, slight jealousy (only if you squint?), this is the fluffies thing I've ever written omg.

WORD COUNT !  ━ 1.797k words

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ sorry for the delay love and omg the way I screamed when I gut a hoonie fluff request 🥹 i miss him sm too but I hope he takes his time to come back <3

SONG RECCS ! ━ Your existence By Wonstein, Crush by Tessa Violet !

The sound of the wind and leaves rustling

echoed through junghoons ears as he walked through the quiet school. It was too early for anyone to be there and that's what junghoon loved the most. The boy was more than happy to be by himself and with his bestfriend, or atleast that's what he was to call her. His ears perk up at the faint sound of footsteps, smiling at himself as he continues walking, realising what you were gonna do but tried to play it off as if he never heard your not so quiet footsteps. His small smile turning to a wide grin as he feels a pair of hands over his eyes, his hands over yours as he laughs, "Is this one of your antics y/n?" You frown at him, "can't I just show my bestfriend how much I love him?", "by making him blind? Do you even hear yourself sometimes." He deadpans at your face to which you pinch his ears, earning a groan from the taller boy.

Unfortunately your precious moment with Junghoon had to be interrupted as you two were from different classes. You hug him, butterflies swarming throughout your body as you take in his warm embrace before breaking away and running to your class, each time you hug him you hope he doesn't notice your bright red ears.

But how could he? He would be so pouty and sulk quietly when you pull away from his hug, wishing he could hold you close, maybe one day, or maybe in another universe. He thinks as he looks at your bright smile greeting the guy in your class. Jung Yujun, the bright sunshine boy who had every girl swooning for his smile, even you.

You and Junghoon had always been friends ever since you were kids, he knew you wouldn't ditch him for some smiley cotton candy boy who was always so blushy around girls, especially around you. You and Junghoon knew Yujun when you two transferred to the current school with Yujun showing you two around the school. Right from the first day Junghoon disliked the way Yujun was always so happy around you.

He takes a seat, glancing out the window, hoping to find something that could help distract him. But he couldn't help but want to think of an excuse to go see you right away, the things he would do to hold your hand and walk with you, he doesn't know where he would take you but he knows for sure it'll be far away from the yujun boy.

"Why are you so sulky?" You ask as you take a seat next to junghoon, he was sitting all alone in the rooftop during lunch and you knew something was on his mind.

He shrugs you off saying it's nothing so you decided to annoy him but asking him the same question over and over again to which he avoids, but you won't give up. Junghoon knew that so he was looking outside to point out to you so that you could drop the topic. He smiles at the flowers below, everytime he saw flowers he'd think of what you said to him when you were kids.

"I wish I get flowers" you would mumble to which tiny junghoon would tilt his head, confused. You'd explain how you were jealous of your parents being all lovely dovey and how your mom would get flowers from your dad everyday and how you wish you got them too. Junghoon laughed at first but immediately frowned seeing you look at the bed of flowers all sad. "I'll give you flowers" you look at him in disbelief, "you? What if I you get someone you love later? You won't be able to give flowers then Dumbo" you say as you flick his forehead. "Ok then I promise that when we are older and we still don't have anyone we love, I will give you flowers!" He replies cheekily to which you smile at him, "That sounds like you would be confessing to me hoon" you scoff to which the boy only smiles.

"Your smiling?" Junghoons snaps out his daydreaming and looks at you, pinching your cheeks as you stare in disbelief, "Your eyes look pretty" he says as he stares at you. He looked etheral, his eyes sparkling and he had a slight smile, the corners of his lips twitching as his hands caress your cheek. Your heart was now pounding against your chest, clearing your throat you punch his arm playfully. "Why are you being so romantic all of a sudden?" You ask as you look away, pulling your hair strands to cover your burning ears, only for junghoons hand to hold your cheeks and turn you to face him. "Are you blushing?" He grins as he lifts his eyebrows in a teasing way, his face inches closer to you. "No??what." You try to say with a serious face only to fail and smile at him, pushing him away, "dumbass" you mutter.

Junghoon would've defended himself only if it weren't for cotton candy boy to have interrupted you two. "Y/n! Thank you for lending me the pen for the test today" he says with a smile as he gives you a pen and a rose. "A rose?" You ask as you smile at the sweet gesture as yujun nods his head, "I heard you talk about how you love flowers so i thought I'd get you a ros-" "she likes orchids" Junghoon interrupts, his jaw clenched as he stared at Yujun to which the puppy like boy felt intimidated. "Oh uh I see, anyways thank you again" Yujun cuts short and walks back, some would say the poor boy would've bolted too from how fast he was walking away.

"Jealous?" Now it was your turn to tease the cat like boy. "No? Roses are so overrated anyways, gimme that." He says as he snatches the rose from you. "Hey wha-" Before you could protest junghoon hugged you, holding you closer this time as if he had no intentions of letting you go. You smile and pat him, "If you were that jealous you could still stick up to what you said when we were kids you know~" you say as he pulls away with a frown, holding your hand he says "I will make sure only i will be the one who will make you the happiest when you recieve flowers."

Hours had passed, the day was nearing to an end yet you couldn't take what junghoon said out of your mind. Everytime you think of it a blush creeps onto your cheeks, biting your lip to suppress any giggles. You stand up ruffling your hair. Ofcourse he meant it playfully? Or maybe he was just teasing you, right? You flop back to your bed, millions of possibilities and thoughts clouding your mind until you stand up and grab your hoodie, grabbing the door handle and walking out. You needed to clear your thoughts. Sure you were happy but you were too happy. You shouldn't be thinking of your bestfriend like that? Junghoon just happened to be a really sweet guy but that didn't mean you would be delusional and make up scenarios, that was wrong of you.

You stand in front of the gate, contemplating if you really should go in. The park you went to was old and Bareilly anyone went in so it immediately became your and junghoons escape place where you two would sneak out as kids when one of you had nightmares and walk around. But now it was too dark. You sigh as you turn around and hit your head against someones chest, looking up you see junghoon having the same confused expression as you. "Somethings bothering you too?" You only nod, not wanting to talk about it especially to the guy that has you falling face first in love. He nods, silently taking your hand in his as he walks, opening the gate with a creak as he pulls you with him. Seating himself and leaning against a tree, patting the space next to him. You smile, glancing at the tree that practically watched you two grow, the tree you ranted about how much you loved this boy named Kim Junghoon. You sit next to hoon, your hand still interwined, you notice a bag next to him concluding maybe he was in a class before this. You sit in comfortable silence with him, watching the birds drying their wings next to the lake. You hear a rustle and when you turn your head you see junghoon staring at the bouquet of orchids wrapped together beautifully. Without another word he stands up and walks over to the railings that separated the lake and the park. You stare at the flowers then at him, smiling at him. He really did make you the happiest girl, not just with the flowers but with him being around.

Junghoons mind on the other hand was panicking. Would she like it? What if she didnt liked orchids anymore?" All of the questions disappearing as he feels a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him gently. You whisper a thank you to which he feels so warm and fuzzy. Hearing your voice was everything, to see you joyed was all he ever wanted. He turns around and cups your cheek, he wanted to close the gap but couldn't. The word "bestfriend" forbid him to do so. You were so close yet so far. Wishing he could rewrite destiny to make him yours. His fingers caressed your cheeks as he stared at you oh so lovingly. His eyes widened as he felt your lips on his. Processing everything he finally leans down to your level, your arms around his neck, his arms around your waist as you two kissed softly. The sound of leaves rustling echoes the quiet park almost as if the tree that once watched your baby selves take your first steps in meeting each other to now finally letting yourselves tell each other how you truly felt about each other. He pulls away, giving you the sweetest smile you've ever seen. You only blushed, tip toeing to kiss his cheeks and hugging him. Wrapping his arms around you. Both of you feeling at home, the warmth making you two melt at each other's embrace. "I'll take care of you y/n, I'll make you the happiest girl ever, let me be yours" you chuckle and pinch his cheek. "What about you?" "Hm?" "What about your happiness dummy" junghoon pecks your lips and smiles, "I was always the happiest boy whenever I was with you, I will always be happier only when I'm with you."

[cherrypeaking]

I’M BURNING UP I’M LITERALLY ON FIRE

like what the hell is going on i’m so sweaty and soggy in my usual sleep uniform 😭😭😭😭 this cannot be normal!!!

anyway hi cherry bear, how is my beautiful girlfriend doing? 🥺🥺🩵 i really hope the heat isn’t as hard to deal with where you are ;;; i’m usually fine with sleeping in my room with no ac but idk if i can do that tonight it’s just far too hot i’m gonna turn into a puddle of sweat in my sleep 😭😭

not much happened for me this evening i just spent a lot of my time missing you :( i can’t stop thinking about you 🥺🥺🥺 aaaa i can’t believe you asked me to be your girlfriend that’s literally all i can think about i can’t believe i’m your girlfriend and you’re my girlfriend and we’re girlfriends!!! (о´∀`о)🩵🩵🩵🩵 aaaaaaaa my heart is exploding!! i’m cherry’s girlfriend!!!!’ not just anyone’s but cherry’s!!! 🥺🥺🥺🩵🩵

i’m so so happy you’re in my life 🥺🥺🩵🩵 i love you so much baby you’re so sweet and soft and kind and beautiful and you have such a soft comforting voice and i love hearing you sing and talk about whatever is on your mind 🥺 i could talk to you forever~

to end this off i want to give you a song recommendation: favourite color by carly rae jepsen, it’s such an us song 🥺🥺🩵🩵 i’d love to know what you think of it when you give it a listen <3

i love you so much cherry, i really do. 🥺 mommy loves you so so much~ i love my pretty lovely amazing girlfriend with all my heart!! with all the energy i have right now i wish i could run to you and hug you and kiss your darling face 🥺🩵🩵

i’m gonna cry i hope tumblr solves their issue like can they keep stuff in the drafts if it doesn’t send ugh…

the taehyun meme made me laugh so much 😭 like this is so real why is it so hot… that’s such a hot weather i think you really should turn the ac on this time my love 😭😭🩷 i know it’s loud but i can’t imagine feeling this way at night… i already feel so hot at night and it’s almost half as hot here… like if even in your sleep uniform you can’t handle it 😭 that means it’s way too hot 🥲 i wish i could give you some cold weather rn and that i could be here so we could cuddle >3< just two girlfriends cuddling hehehehe 🤭🩷

i couldn’t stop missing you and thinking about you too crystal 🥹🩷 like i said i woke up in the middle of the night suddenly feeling like omg im crystal’s girlfriend?? like i have a girlfriend?? and it’s not just anyone… ITS CRYSTAL MY CRYSTAL GEM 🥹💎🩷 here it’s not too hot thankfully hence why i want nothing more than to have you here so you can finally feel better 😥🩷🩷 i want to kiss you my pretty girlfriend 😚🩷

i love you so so much my lovely mommy~ i love everything about you and it always feel so surreal to be with you… even more so now as i am your girlfriend i feel so happy 🥹 i am so happy i asked you out it was so hard cause i wanted it to be good and not out of place >\\\< 🩷🩷 i love getting to hear your voice and learning more about you 😚🩷 whenever you send me a picture i get so happy and smiley and all i can do is kiss my screen like a kid hehehe 🤭🩷

the moodboard is as per usual amazing!! it’s so cottagecore and so us!! like omg tyunning are so gf there!! like us hehe because we are girlfriends too 🥹🥹💎🍒🩷🩵

i cant wait to be able to listen to your voice messages my love and i’ll listen to the song and tell you what i think of it afterwards 🥺🩷 thank you so much for the recommendations 🥹🩷

i love you so much my dear crystal gem, my fairy of crystals <3 my diamond 💎🥹🩷 and now i can finally call you my girlfriend hehehe i feel so happy with you i love you with my whole heart you’re my beautiful precious adorable talented soft hearted funny girlfriend 🥹😚🩷🩷

[link-sans-specs]

I can't really think because I usually think with my wiener.

Someone save Jen. 😬😐😄

Awwwwww! 🥰🥰🥰

Mythical Society

GMM Live 2021 (Wedgie Hangman)

[bokubear]

dad things | hq boys

ft. ( adult+timeskip! ) atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, osamu miya, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi

warnings ; nothing but cuteness

a/n ; the miya twins would have girls you cannot change my mind

atsumu დ he gets all smiley when his little girl waddles up to him, just learning how to walk with that adorable giggle. “daddy!~” she squeals excitedly, clenching and unclenching her fist, asking to be picked up. he picks her up, spinning her in the air. burying his face into her small tummy to make her laugh with glee.

—

bokuto დ “see! your daddy’s real cool!” bokuto boasts, his son and daughter staring with a wide mouths and pure confusion. “look y/n! they’re speechless!” he pours. he had been trying to show them a video of him spiking a ball, but all they wanted to do was play. “bo, i think they just want their daddy’s attention.” you chuckled from the couch. bo sighed dejectedly. “well, who wants to play hide and seek with daddy?!” he brightened at this cries of joy.

—

ushijima დ his baby girl was sitting in a tiny stool, observing so carefully how her father braided her hair. it was too cute. it seemed she had gained her fathers patience, so quiet and calculated. “daddy, why’re you braiding my hair?” she suddenly started, her father only smiled gently. “because you look beautiful with a braid my dear, and you liked it braided.” he reminded, his daughter nodding her head quickly. every day he would braid her hair. precious.

—

osamu დ he snorted a laugh, his twin girls were staring at him cooking up a new dish. awestruck apparently. “you wanna try ladies?” he inquired, beckoning them over towards him. they quickly raced to him, offering to do a thousand things at once. of course, osamu was more than happy to teach them. you took a billion pictures, it was too sweet to miss out on, especially when they tried it, their proud expressions while osamu glowed.

—

suna დ he was having a ‘photoshoot’ with his girl, she was all giggly, swinging her tiny feet in glee. suna stuck his tongue out foolishly, his little girl following closely behind. he saved all these photos to his favorites. kissing his girls cheek moments after. “you are a model.” he complimented, tickling her sides before she could reply. “a giggly model.”

—

sakusa დ his daughter is JUST like him. she even talks like him. you were pushing her in a cart with sakusa while at the grocery store. sakusa plucked a bag of flour off one of the shelves. “stop, daddy.” he turned to ask her what, she sighed just like he did, surprising both of you when she pulled a mini hand sanitizer out of her little bag. “flour has germs.” sakusa cooed at this. “she is scarily like you.” you mused, meanwhile he was having a field day kissing her cheeks.

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited

[the-piece-of-spadille]

Anon requested for “I told my mom about you.” with Shanks. 

Can I just say that this is one of the cutest prompts. I hope you enjoy it anon! I had a lot of fun writing this also I am working on the other set of prompts for Ace, I’ll just be posting them separately. 

It was late into the morning on the Red Force. Many of the Red Hair pirates were nursing a terrible hangover from lasts nights party, including your beloved Shanks who hasn’t even made it out of the bed yet. So far you only managed to get a few grunts aimed in your direction from the fellow crew. You do your best to help them with their tasks and tell them to take it easy, “We’re in no rush, no worries.”

When the News Coo came by you did everyone a favor and grabbed a couple issues of the paper along with any letters for the crewmates. You start handing out the letters and paper to those you see out on the deck, while making your way towards the captain’s quarters. Slipping a letter under Ben’s door, a quite and gruff “thank you” can be heard. Gently slipping into your shared bedroom, Shanks is seen sitting on the bed, leaning over his knees running his hand through his hair.

An empty glass sits on the bedside table indicating Shanks has already taken some medicine during the time you were gone. “Morning sleeping beauty” tossing the mail onto the bed before stopping in front of the red head.

Looking up, he gives you one of his precious smiles while brushing his thumb over you hip. “Morning baby” he rasps, meeting you with a kiss. His morning voice lures you in for another. Knowing he’s supporting a headache, you quietly ask “How are you feeling” while brushing his hair out of his tired eyes. Shanks rests his head against your front while you start to play with his hair some more.

“Not too bad, considering my drinking got interrupted last night” he smirks. “How’s the crew?”

“Not so cheerful. Ben hasn’t made it out his bed yet, and those who are on the deck might as well be zombies.” A gentle kiss to his temple, “I’ll be back with some coffee.” A sweet smile makes its way to Shank’s face. “Thank you, baby.”

Shuffling himself back onto the bed, Shanks stacks up a few pillows to get comfortable before grabbing the mail. An envelope with your name followed by a heart grabs his attention first. Often Shanks likes to pick fun at you about having another boyfriend. It’s not unusual for you to get a couple random love letters here and there from young pirates or even marines hoping to steal you away from the “evil red head.” So, he likes to have a little fun and read the terrible lovesick confessions before you do just to tease you.

Though this letter is a little different. The envelope has your name written in a beautiful and elegant fashion and not the usual jumbled mess that’s barely legible. Whoever this guy is must have put in some real effort. Shanks tears open the letter and starts reading, but quickly figures out it’s not a confession. A bit confused, he decides to keep reading and stumbles on something interesting.

So, when are you going to tell me more about this “wonderfully handsome” captain of yours? You can’t just tell your mother you met someone special and leave out the details little miss! What’s his name? How did you meet? What’s he like? Is he taking care of you? He better be if he knows what’s good for him.

Shanks took a minute to let what he read process. He skips to the end of the letter and sees that it indeed was signed by Your loving mother, (name). A warming and almost fuzzy feeling starts to form inside.

“What’s got you so smiley” you ask, carrying in a hot cup of coffee. Carefully sitting down onto the bedside table, Shanks pulls you into his lap where you find an open letter. Oh, you think, it’s another fan letter. Before you can ask what’s this one said, his loving gaze stops you. A red hue starts to appear from the sudden attention. “What” you playfully ask, giving him a little push.

Shanks wraps his arm around you, hand resting on your lower back. “You told your mom about me?”

“Yeah, wait how did you know?” For whatever reason you start to get nervous. Shanks didn’t seem mad or upset, he hardly ever is, but you can’t help but think maybe you messed up. Was it too early to tell your mom about him? Nervously you start biting your lip.

Grabbing the letter, he hands it to you. “I thought it was one of those funny confessions, so I opened it and started reading it. Turns out it’s a letter from your mom.” Skimming through the letter, it’s definitely your mothers handwriting. The name at the end confirming.

“Oh god, what did she say? I hope it’s nothing embarrassing.”

“It’s not” he laughs, “she seems really sweet. Oh! She did say you called me your “wonderfully handsome” captain” he smirks.

“You’re not upset, are you? I didn’t tell her your name just in case, just that you’re a captain.”

He frowns, “Of course not, baby.” Shanks brushes over your lips with his thumb. “She’s your mother, tell her whatever you want.”

Smiling, you lean in for a kiss. Of course, he wouldn’t get upset, he thinks it’s faltering that you told your mother about him. Pulling away from the kiss, Shanks has one important question.

“What’s her address so I can write her?”

[wonhoarctic]

flash | lee hoseok (wonho)

word count: 2.2K

resquest: hii! may i request a wonho angst fic, please? 🥺🥺 thank you in advance!! (i've translated to english)

a/n: hi love! ofc you can, here's your request, by the way, i hope you like it!! ah, and you don't need to be like this with me, we're friends!! (i was going to write it in portuguese but idk if there are people who use to read this, and i did something with ain't about you and with you, that are your favorite songs!! <3

pairing: idol!wonho x idol!fem reader

genre: angst, but with some fluff and smut undertones

contains: wonho can't help but remember about you, lee y/n, the love of his life, his wife and the mother of his beautiful daughter, in the middle of an online concert he's holding, specially when performing his new song flash, which was made just or you (the songs are not in order of albuns!! it's all mixed)

flashbacks are in italic!!!

tw// death, car accident, sasaengs!!

the concert started out with the 'smutty songs', so he wouldn't cry at the beginning, but he couldn't help but remember about when he wrote with you, thinking about you two, loving each other until the morning, or having some rough sex, it depended on the mood, but it was about you two, and he couldn't help but remember; your blissed out face, the sounds you made just for him, mewls, whimpers and moans, just for him, the love bites and scratches you leaved on his skin at hidden places so no one would figure out, your scent, your taste... everything came back to his mind in that moment

hoseok wished he could be at least turned on from the memories he had, but he was broken, he couldn't be nothing but sad remembering about his love, his sweet y/n, who's not here anymore to comfort him after a bad day, to take care of him when he's sick, to make love to him, to kiss and cuddle, to cook his favorite ramen flavors, and to help him to take care of your newborn baby, to help him to change diapers when he don't know what to do, to see you breastfeeding the sweet embodiment of your love... how he wished you were there at that moment, he couldn't believe that you'd left him, that you had left your family

he swore he lost his energy after singing open mind, thinking that he couldn't handle that anymore, he just wanted to lay on the ground and cry, hoping you could hear him and come to cuddle and comfort your husband, but wonho knew you wouldn't come

when lose started to play, he smiled a bit while singing, remembering how you got moody when you entered the set to support him and saw your man hugging the actress by behind, the same way he used to do with you while cooking or doing something important, or when he wanted to talk with the baby during your pregnancy

your pouty face was the death of him, he remembered exactly the texture of your lips on his when he was saying how sorry he was

"you're not going to say a word to me, baby?" you shook your head no "okay, so..." he leaned forward to kiss you, taking care of your growing stomach "do you forgive me now?"

"u-ugh, fine" you blushed, hearing his giggle "but please, do it with me the next time" you laughed

"i swear that in my next mv, you'll be the actress, and our little princess needs to be there too, right?" he smiled

when the sexy concept songs ment ended, a vcr came out, and he made sure to include you on the behind the scenes of the concert, the few last clips of you two together, you helping him with choreographies and figurines, a long video of you guys choosing the right outfits for open mind mv (yeah, he did some of them without the help of his staffs) playing while he changed and prepared himself to the other ment

when lost in paradise started to play, while he sang, hoseok couldn't help but remember that day in which he asked you to marry him, he asked you to be the woman of his life, and he also remembered about your wedding day, smiling widely while thinking about when the two of you started a life

'i got a feeling it's you' said the lyrics, and yes, he got that feeling, and he was completely right, it was you, the love of his life

the wedding ceremony has ended, you two were at a hill, even though he has acrophobia, he insisted to have a wedding at that place, he felt safe in your arms, and now, the two of you looked at the place, seeing the lake below you, and the beautiful view you had from the little forest, his hands still on your hips

"how does it feel to be finally my wife, love?" he smiled

"i feel like... i feel like this is all a dream" you said, caressing the hand on your hip with your other one "and i don't want to wake up. never."

he smiled widely, turning to face you, his hand still in your hip, while the other one caressed your face, carefully wiping the joyful tears that escaped from your eyes, trying his best not to ruin your makeup

"i wanted this dream to come true so bad... i feel like i'm in paradise now" he said "and i'm so happy that our dream finally came true, y/n, i love you so much, and i'll love you forever" he whispered, kissing you

yes, it was true, maybe he was really lost in paradise with you, but now, you weren't there anymore, just memories about you

even losing you seemed to have a different meaning now..... how he wished he could be there to save you, he wanted to protect you

now, it was the interview time, and he wasn't all smiley like before, and the interviewer wasn't helping that much

"so, wonho-ssi... some of your fans noticed that you're not smiling too much today... what happened?" she asked him

"i wasn't going to talk about it, but i can't hide it from wenees anymore..." he sighed "it's just that... every single thing i do here remember me from y/n, my lovely wife, who's not here anymore"

"and what happened to her?" the interviewer didn't seemed to be aware of the situation

"there might be some wenees who don't know what happened... okay, i'll explain" he felt himself getting braver to talk about what was making he lose his sleep "i've hid about my relationship with y/n for about 7 years, but when we got married, i knew lots of fans would talk about it, so our relationship became public... how could i hide this from my precious wenees? i wanted my fans to know about my family" he felt the tears starting to run on his cheeks "i was so happy when i announced that she was pregnant... i thought wenees would be happy, too, but unfortunately, some of them started to become aggressive towards y/n" he was sobbing, even the interviewer couldn't held her tears, starting to feel guilty by asking him that "some obsessive fans started to stalk her when eunbi turned 5 months old and she started to sing again... and near to our princess' 11 month anniversary, when y/n was coming back from mcountdown, some of those wen..." he corrected himself "those sasaengs collided with her car, they were at a high speed, so it was a huge accident, and she didn't resisted..." he was angry, sad, he couldn't help but cry "i couldn't thank her to be with me, to be the mom of my precious daughter... i couldn't say a last 'i love you'... the last thing we did together as artists was the ain't about you mv... and that morning, the last thing she did before going out was to feed our baby girl, and kiss me..." i miss her so much... please, y/n, come back to me... the police had arrested those girls already, but please... say that you love me one more time" all he could do was cry

the staffs thought about ending the concert without an encore, but he insisted to sing the song he wrote for you, flash, while calming himself when the cameras were off

hoseok saw eunbi, his now one year old daughter sleeping while a staff kept an eye on her, he smiled, his eyes were still red and swollen, his face was puffy, so the baby seemed to notice, even if she was still half asleep when her dad held her tightly in his arms, she managed to grab his nose while smiling with the pacifier still in her mouth, her other hand holding the bunny plushie her mom gave her in the 10 months old birthday

"my sweet eunbi" he cooed "daddy will sing a song for mommy today... will you sing with me?" the baby smiled, her pacifier almost dropping, but wonho put it back in her mouth as soon as he could

he kissed her forehead, and then, started to retouch his makeup and change the jacket, holding eunbi in his arms again, going back to the stage

he grabbed the mic, knowing that they were on air, the first public appearance of his daughter, a beautiful moment, even if it was melancholic

Tonight I am still standing In the middle of nowhere, not knowing how you’re feeling I’m trying to find you because I was the only one who didn’t know When and where it went wrong like a fool I want to turn back time and stop it An endless flash, my love for you

while singing, he meant each one of those words, his love for you would be infinite, he'd never stop loving you, or the huge present you left him — a precious daughter, and photos of the two of you were passing through the big screens behind him, photos of your family, wedding day, honeymoon, selcas... everything he had to remember from you

The day I hugged you for the first time The day that will never come again I repeat the words alone, I love you

all he wanted to do in that moment was for you to be there, to sing with him, both of you holding your daughter, smiling... being a happy family, suddenly, he remembered that day, wishing he could turn back time to the day of your first hug, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever

You shined on me like a lighthouse When I was on my own and lost my way, flash You were shining, flash Will I ever forget you? I miss you You held me like a hero When I was unknown, tired and collapsing, flash You were warm, flash Will I ever find you again? I miss you

you were his light, when someone broke him, when he got into those scandals, when he couldn't go back to his fans, you were the one there, you were his flash, helping him to find the way back home, to give him the love he deserves

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? I thought I cared for you more than anything But it was my mistake, how hard was it for you? Come back to me please, give me one more chance Shine on me beautifully like you’ve always did I know bae gone be the last time This is how I’m feeling If I can see you one last time, one love

he was calling you even now, his mind was wandering back to all the memories he had with you, his one and only love, but you weren't going to answer him, you couldn't just come back from the dead

The day I let you go from my arms The day that will never come again I repeat these words alone, I want to see you

suddenly, hoseok felt guilty again while singing this part, he shouldn't let you go from his arms that morning, he should've faked being sick, or anything he could just for you to be home and live a little more

You’ve given me so much I still have more to give you back We can’t stop like this If I have one more chance

he wanted to do all he could for you, but you wouldn't be there to see it, and he would never be able to give back all the love and support you gave him, so he was doing his best to be happy for you even tho he's broken, he needed to be strong for his daughter

You left me and I’m the only one here I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do? The shining flash, yeah Now I can be your destiny Like I’m your everything? If you’re in my arms, I won’t let you go The flash will be shining on us I’m waiting for the day you smile again

he felt the tears teasing his eyes again, but he held them back this time, ending the song with a smile, playing with the baby in his arms, hearing eunbi's loud laugh, filling his heart with some joy, finally, and he truly smiled, laughing with her

"y/n, i love you! thank you for giving me everything!" was the last thing he shouted before ending the concert

even when you're not there anymore, he felt as if he was being the most loved man in the earth by you and your daughter

[abbystanaccount]

My Top 10 Abby and Owen moments. A thread.

Also posted on twitter with videos and stuff :)

10. Shag-a-torium. This often missed moment is prime Abby and Owen teasing banter, and it's funny how they end up embarrassing each other by the end of it.

9. Kiss in the Aquarium. The seal moment before it is super cute and nice, the smile right before the kiss very sweet too. But 1.5 seconds into it Abby starts making a face and thinking of Old Man Joel, and that ain't cool.

8. Hooch shaking. A light hearted moment, Abby shaking the hooch just to annoy Owen and him being like 😫!! "Abigail!!" And her laughing at his pain is hilarious. Any 'Abigail' moment is a good moment.

7. I came to make sure you drowned! If I'm watching a streamer play this moment for the first time and they don't crack a smile here I click off.

6. Mmmmm-you're a dick! Yeah they're kinda bickering here, but it's in good fun and it's funny to hear Abby say this line.

5. Backpack holding. Soooo cute 🥺 The way he cradles her gently is so soft.

4. Door boost. Abby showing off her gains to Owen and him being like OMG! 🥴 Turned on by it lol. Also their smiley faces in this part are just precious

3. "We can choose to be happy. Abby, we're allowed to be happy." Such good lines. But sad. Makes me sad.

2. Boat scene. I could choose specific areas of this scene that are higher and lower on the list, like there's some 👌 perfect moments and I AM the boat scene's #1 stan. But is it a perfect moment for them? No. Is it a proud moment for them? No. Is it a hot moment for them? Yes.

1. "You love this idiot." I can't even find footage of this on YouTube because so many people rush through it and don't hear my favorite line!!! When Owen's doing his wolf howl, don't run to the bottom until he teases Abby with this absolutely sappy line. PEAK Abby and Owen moment.

[subwalls]

Tales from the SMP Presents: The Haunted Mansion

An ongoing exploration of how the Inbetween drives my Kingdom Hearts brain crazy with paranoia! Less of an analysis this time, because we got confirmation (VALIDATION!!), and more of speculation, but yeah!

First of all! I was right not to trust this fucker.

Just kidding, that’s not the first thing we’re gonna talk about here. First of all, a gentle recap!

As I’ve mentioned before, the Inbetween has some uncanny resemblance to the Kingdom Hearts world known as Castle Oblivion. Castle Oblivion is known for being the place where the main series protagonist lost all of his memories, and even had false memories implanted while he was getting deeper and deeper into it. 

You might be curious as to how the Kingdom Hearts protagonist escapes.

He doesn’t.

He needs outside help, and a lot of it, to get him out of that situation. Even then, it takes a whole year. He drove his own heart into the bottom of the abyss in his desperation to save someone he was tricked into thinking he knew, and he didn’t even regret it, because he was saving someone.

... A lot of people on Dream SMP have different ideas on what it means to save people.

Also, the castle also had a very plot-twisty secret where it used to be the lush and wonderful home of these three friends before they fell apart; one was lost to the Evil Dark Side™ (not real name), the other was trapped in the Realm of Darkness (real name), and the last one fell into a coma for TEN (10) YEARS and his body was left to be protected in the heart of the land, which was then locked and turned into Castle Oblivion.

So, pretty fucked up place! Not inherently evil, but the place of great misfortune and just... not very good for everyone there.

Let’s start at the beginning!

Welcome back indeed. Take notice of the wither rose in the pot, by the way, I’ll come back to this in a bit.

The first thing that stands out to me on this page is the smiley face, of course. It’s not the ever-iconic, ever-evil “:)”, but it’s similar enough that I think the callback is intentional. The smiley is c!Dream’s icon, of course, which... honestly makes me think that “:]” might be DreamXD, but that might be because I’m very very biased for the server god who simps for a dangerously apathetic cottagecore once-king.

Of course, it does also look kind of like Quackity’s face, and cc!Quackity has said something about big lore coming for him, but until further evidence is presented I’m disinclined to draw a connection there.

The Inbetween, as we’ve come to know the author of some of these books to be, being happy that Karl is continuing—it reminds me of the KH protagonist being told yes, good job, keep going, as he stumbles deeper and deeper into the castle that strips away memory after memory from his heart. Why does the Inbetween think that Karl’s time travel is important, his careful documentation of every story? Is it because the more he does it, the more he becomes attached? The more he becomes reliant on the Inbetween to feed the missing pieces of his memory?

Is it because the Inbetween, in parallel to c!Dream and c!Wilbur, prioritize the concept of story over the characters?

Things to think about. 🤔

Also kind of interesting that the Inbetween thinks Karl will eventually uncover “all [he] needs to”, which continues to make me think that the more c!Karl comes to the Inbetween the more he becomes... either dependent or over-trusting of it. Not sure. But weird things happen when it’s magic that tampers with memories, rather than trauma.

Basically, I’m getting “there is no war in Ba Sing Se” vibes.

The book continues to say that Karl probably has a lot of questions and that it would love to answer :] but never actually does. It’s trying to come off as helpful without actually being helpful. All it does is tempt him with the prospect of answers, and then draws him in deeper. “Continue onward, Karl.” But why?

Another wither rose pot.

Sidestepping the very innocuous, very surface-level information offered here (because that’s it, it’s nothing about the workings about the Inbetween, it’s just a little sweet carrot to distract with), I cannot even begin to convey the absolute terror that consumed me at the word “sleepy.”

I mentioned earlier that one of the original characters who lived in the land that would become Castle Oblivion went into a coma, right? But it’s more commonly referred to as sleeping. The game is even called “Birth by Sleep”, and there’s a whole thing about trying to get him to “wake up”. So the idea that time travel can take something out of the traveller that makes them tired, the idea that there is one specific room for sleeping quarters within the Inbetween, paired with that not-quite-right smiley face—I am traumatized, I tell you.

Yes it could be a “haha look what I did with the sentence, because day is a form of time and they time travel so long day is a funny term” kind of smiley, but. Kingdom Hearts has trained me to be suspicious of any talk of sleep.

There’s something just mildly unsettling about the way it continues, with the references to the “many Karls” and the “many many great stories” that sounds borderline condescending.

And now we get the, uh, “other” author. Notice how this one actually did not have a corresponding wither rose in a pot. I’m starting to think that the flower might actually be an indicator of the not-this-author-pictured-above, the probably-Inbetween-itself, so the fact that this book was found separately from a wither rose pot and it was tucked away under a tree... A tree, under which c!Karl will later find a bit of a refuge... yeah, different author. Or at least an author from a different time.

I’ll elaborate in a moment, but I do think that there’s three (3) mindsets/authors happening here: the sickly sweet Inbetween pretending to be good, the person trying to get c!Karl to distrust the Inbetween, and... someone who desperately wants c!Karl to stay in line.

This is the third... I don’t want to say author, because it too has the wither rose pot and is trying to keep c!Karl playing along with the Inbetween, but it’s much less coherent and much more desperate.

No “:]”, either.

Some possibilities I’m considering:

the Inbetween, but it’s like, a security subroutine or a glitch in the system,

the Inbetween, but it’s from a future wherein c!Karl has fucked it up to the point of desperation,

Karl / the other author, but it’s from a future, where trying to stray from the Inbetween resulted in something traumatic happening and they don’t want it to happen anymore.

Some fun possibilities to keep in mind. Anyway!

Ooh, the return of the wither rose pot.

For this part, the only thing I really have to say is that the repetition of the Inbetween trying to present itself as “a place to feel at ease” is... Well, as the lovely Fear has said in this post linked here, a place that tries and makes itself seem safe probably isn’t, because a genuinely safe place wouldn’t need to announce it all the time.

Very much sounding like a Ba Sing Se thing.

More importantly, the book actually says that it’s “wild” how the Inbetween is “so beautiful that even time travellers who go anywhere at anytime ever and they still choose here” with a good old “:]” tacked on at the end. That’s... that’s not just me thinking like that sounds kind of threatening, right? Like, time travellers can see anything anywhere, and they keep coming back to the Inbetween. Why?

Is it because they forget the beauty of anything else? Is it because it’s not beauty, but rather attachment and emotion that keeps someone going back to a place? If someone forgets their loved ones and precious things, then why would they go anywhere but the place where they’ve put all their stories?

Why did KH’s protagonist keep going deeper into Castle Oblivion even though he knew that the castle was taking apart his memories? Because he had one thing left: the fake, implanted memory, which told him that in order to save someone, he needed to push on no matter the personal cost.

So the real question is: are the time travellers coming back to the Inbetween because they want to, or because they no longer have a choice?

It regards all the different Karls with such... distant affection, too. “How beautiful,” it calls them, for wandering the blank halls with blank stares and blank hearts, none of which react to each other. It says that they “choose” to walk the halls, uncover mysteries, and tell stories. But what was the other choice? Was it really a choice at all?

Hmm.

Karl goes on to explore, and finds another book that does not have a wither rose pot, which tells him he has to go Under The Tree.mp3 and informs him that he “can’t afford not to”. Cool. Not ominous at all.

He finds another, which says the same thing.

Definitely not ominous. /s

The phrasing here is interesting, because it’s also phrased like a threat. Usually, when someone tells you that you “can’t afford not to”, you’re either looking at a scam or at the business end of a weapon. But the empty pages tell you that the author is trying to keep it down low. That’s one of the ways Minecraft players have found to express tone in the very limited form of Minecraft books, and it works splendidly.

Not to push my DreamXD agenda, but like... the door was iron. Iron doors are a weakness for Dreams and dreamons and, mayhaps, Dream’s dreamon.

I know it’s probably just because the iron door keeps in line with the color palette of the build but let me dream, alright.

Anyway, book content! And an interesting point of order: there is a wither rose pot. I said earlier that it might be an indicator of the Inbetween as an author, but that doesn’t make much sense now, does it? This is meant to be a place hidden from the “it” that I assume to be either the Inbetween itself or the one/s controlling it.

So why the wither rose pot inconsistency?

Unless it doesn’t mean that. Unless it’s just a metaphor for, say, memories withering away or something. Or maybe it’s just a pretty plant, for funsies! Who knows. If I had to guess, I’d say that (after much reflection) it’s likely less a mark of author and more a theme of, mm, memory status. The withering away of memories. It fits in with the Inbetween, because that’s what might be responsible for it, but the author/s of the book aren’t immune, either. They get blinks of clarity, with the hidden, tucked-away tomes, but they might not be completely free.

The next book, however, again lacks the wither rose pot. It might not be a coincidence that the one without the potential mark of a withering memory is the one that actually divulges some more information.

This book goes into slightly more detail about the warning, though not about whatever actual threat it is that the castle (which... Castle Oblivion, you know) presents.

It says that 1) it’s not what it seems, 2) the "truth about the other forms of you”, 3) this place “is not okay”, and 4) get in that portal we saw that was blocked off before.

We know that the Inbetween isn’t what it seems, but the “truth” about the other forms... Hm. This is, in fact, another Kingdom Hearts Thing. There’s a running joke that everyone on the very large cast of characters in KH that in the end, every person is actually either secretly a version of the antagonist (through possession or body splitting or whatever), or a version of the protagonist (through similar concepts). Multiple bodies and other forms is definitely a Thing in KH, though it’s not as oh-god-not-again definitely-bad as the sleeping thing.

I think the other forms have either become reliant on the Inbetween or have forgotten everything but the Inbetween, or both. Maybe more of the prior, since the warning is against trusting the place.

And, uh, this? Fucking terrifying. I love it to pieces.

Every single one of these books has a wither rose pot, and this is kind of why I think that the Inbetween or its master/s is, in some way, possibly functioning via routines and like... an AI. Or a genius loci kind of thing.

But good news, there aren’t 13 books, there are 14! This is important for Kingdom Hearts reasons, because Kingdom Hearts has a big thing about the numbers 13 and 7 (13 is the number of pieces of darkness, and 7 is the number of pieces of light, and this is equal somehow, don’t question it).

Now, 14 is an important meme number in the MCYT fandom, of course, but I don’t think it has terribly too much to do with the lore beyond a fun easter egg.

The books themselves trying to tell c!Karl to, essentially, go with the flow and the path that the Inbetween has set up for him is... something. I like the idea that it’s some future version of something trying to stop something from happening, but we all know it’s probably not going to work. Fun times.

And finally, this.

The Inbetween is a bit of a narcissist, huh? It won’t shut up about how it’s so pretty and irresistible and the whole definition of, like, a honey trap. Oh my god it even describes it as ~mysterious~ as a good trait, that’s hilarious.

More pertinently, it also calls the Inbetween “a time traveller’s dream”.

A time traveller’s. Dream.

Again, not to push my DreamXD agenda, BUT—

But! Getting back on track, the book expresses its eagerness to see Karl again, says their relationship is gonna be great, reminds him that his stories are important, and then tells him that he needs the Inbetween/author just like the SMP needs him.

Uh. He’s going to need the Inbetween?

Hello?

Why? How? So far it’s presented itself as being pretty and perfect but it never said anything about necessity! What’s going on!

Very much reminded of how Castle Oblivion was presented as “you need to keep going in even though it takes your memories away because there’s someone you need to save [fake but you don’t know that because you don’t remember anything]”, and I am afright.

Talk about subtle strings being tugged at here. I’m really seeing the beginning seeds of a dependency thing being sown, and if it weren’t for the side books painting giant neon warning signs everywhere, I don’t know if it would’ve caught on. An artificially cultivated concept of how important and great the Inbetween is, and don’t you just want to take all those stories from that messy world elsewhere but come back here in the end to take a break and exist and explore and oh, isn’t the Inbetween great, isn’t it wonderful?

Man, c!Dream wishes he was this good at subtle manipulation.

tldr; there are multiple authors trying to tug c!Karl in different directions via those books. The Kingdom Hearts parallels predict that his memory will be at stake, and he might not be able to escape without help.

[ererokii]

Once More || Shouto Todoroki

Pro Hero Shouto Todoroki x Fem! Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, Todoroki is a douchebag, suggestive themes

Word Count: 6686

Synopsis: Pro Hero Shouto needs to approve his hero ratings and by doing so, he helps a local daycare of the brink of being shut down.

Taglist (message to be added): @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @saltie @pixxiesdust @fryingpanitachi @sugacookiies @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for the @bnhabookclub‘s bingo event! The prompt is Snobby x Humble. Thank you Ze and Gabs for betaing 🥰. Part 2 here

Bingo Masterlist

Being the son of the number one hero had its perks. Sometimes. Not all the time. The only bad thing was being recognized by the paparazzi in a crowd easier. Shouto would say it got real annoying quick. The young hero, who recently graduated from Yuuei, went to work for his father’s agency. Of course, he didn’t want to do that, since he was still in his rebellious ways against Endeavor. As much as the media thought it was something cute, father and son working together in the same agency, it wasn’t like that on the inside. The only reason Endeavor wanted Shouto to work with him was to boost up his hero ratings simply. Shouto knew this was the reason from the beginning. Since then, he left the Endeavor agency and went on his own to create a successful agency. This was four years ago.

At the age of 22, Shouto’s agency was one of the best in all of Japan, if not the best agency. Being successful at such a young age was something that took over his mind. He started with nothing but ash and dirt and turned it into something glorious and robust. His hard work paid off, and that sent his ego soaring off the earth. Everyone would be talking about him, and no one else. Why wouldn’t they? He was rich, smart, and extremely handsome. 

After graduating, Shouto cut off all ties with his former classmates, being told by his father that they were nothing more than distractions keeping him from reaching his goal. The only two he kept in touch were Midoriya and Bakugou because they were always working with each other on missions. He had no choice but to maintain ties with them. 

Part of being in the spotlight was being there for the public. Not just by saving them. By doing greetings and signings, occasional galas to raise money for those that need it most, or even visiting schools. Of course, everyone needs to see the heroes doing good deeds. There can’t be headlines saying, ‘Pro Hero Shouto is a heartless bastard! He doesn’t care for the public at all!’ That was the last thing Shouto wanted. He liked the positive attention on his agency. It made him feel powerful. 

At the moment, Shouto was busy with his paperwork, as usual. Typically he would have had one of his newer sidekicks to do this for him since he usually was working, but this was an exception. A sigh of annoyance left his lips as he clicked his pen rapidly, staring straight at the wooden door that separated him from everyone else. His foot tapped on the floor, his leg bouncing up and down. The clock ticked with each second that passed, the precious time going over his head that made him stay locked with his inner demons. 

He blew a strand of hair out of his face that was too stubborn to stay in place. He watched it move with the air before falling back where it was in the beginning. He mindlessly brushed his bangs out of his face, slicking them back for a second before letting go, the tuft of hair falling back on his forehead. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the shorter hairs stand up. Since he started brand new, he changed his look, mostly his hair. He kept his hair on the top the same, long on top but short in the back, giving him a modern-day undercut. 

A knock to the door broke him from his reverie, causing him to jolt faintly in surprise. “Who is it?”

“Shouto, it’s me! I’m here to discuss this month’s funding!” The voice of his assistant rang from the other side of the door, coming out muffled. 

Shouto clicked his tongue in annoyance and sat up properly, clicking the pen in boredom. “Come in.”

The door's hinges squeaked as it swung open, as a male came in with a binder stacked with information.

“What the hell is all of that?”

“Uh, some more paperwork and requirements for the funding!”

Shouto groaned and let his head hit against the black cushion of his work chair. “If it can’t be helped. Just get straight to the point. What’s in it for this month?”

His assistant started talking about the preparations. A small daycare that was not too far from his agency needed help staying open. Their teacher desperately needed materials for her class as she called it, but was too empty-handed to get the job done. 

“A bunch of kids huh,” Shouto mumbled, running his hand through his hair. “And why couldn’t Deku get this one instead? I mean, I’m sure I could have gotten something better besides this.”

“Deku wanted this one, but his assistant told him that he already did a daycare last month and needed to do something different. Ground Zero… wasn’t a good candidate, so now here we are with you. I already scheduled you to visit the daycare in about a week.”

Shouto stared up at the ceiling, his hands scrunching up the fabric of his navy pants from his hero costume. He didn’t know a single thing about kids, considering he didn’t have the most beautiful childhood. What was he supposed to do when a nasty crying child comes up to him? Give him a high five and send him off again like nothing happened?

“This is plain stupid.”

“Well, it’s meant to make you look good in the public eye! Sure, you might not like it, but it’s for the ratings. Plus ya know…” he trailed off, sliding the binder in front of Shouto. “It’ll make you a better person.”

Shouto snapped his head quickly to face him, his heterochromatic eyes narrowed. “And what makes you say that? Am I not a good person?”

His assistant smiled faintly and turned on his heel, marching for the door. “You’ll find out when the time comes, Shouto.” His hand turned the knob, opening the door as he walked out, the door shutting behind him

Shouto’s eyebrows furrowed for a second while cracking his knuckles. “I’ll find out, huh… alright.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

As expected, Shouto arrived at the daycare, a scowl written on his lips. As he exited his vehicle, he slammed the driver's door behind him, causing the car to shake from the force he exerted. 

He took one glance at the daycare and made a face of annoyance. “Only for this month, and that’s it,” he whispered to himself, letting one foot lead in front of the other. As he walked to the entrance, he took notice of the details. The once white paint was now peeling off the walls, the smiley faces of the painted kids were now fading away, the colors disappearing. The only thing that seemed to be alive in the vicinity was the grass he was walking on and the flowers' pots. The tall blades of green stood proud and active, dancing along with the cool breeze that sent shivers down Shouto’s body. The flowers in the once brown pots held their beauty as if it was the only thing they could hold onto. The mixtures of reds, oranges, and yellows filled his eyesight. Their petals blossomed that showed off their extravagant colors to the world, a small pleased smile making its way onto his face. “At least these are the only things alive in this forsaken place.”

He lifted his hand, clenching into a fist as his knuckles collided with the door three times. Shouto took a step back, waiting for the sitter on the other side to open the door. A quiet sigh escaped his being as he rolled his head to one side, feeling the stretch in his neck. “Better not be some old lady, I swear.”

The locks being turned from the other side made him fix his posture. “W-wait! Don’t open the paint bottle, Himarie!!” The woman's voice came from the other side before the door swung open.

A woman with a bright smile greeted him, already knowing about his arrival. Her face was covered in small splotches of different color paint, her once white apron a mess. He noticed her yellow dress underneath the cover, a pattern of sunflowers. 

“S-Shouto!” you chirped in excitement, holding your hand out for him to shake. “It’s an honor to have you here!”

He stared at your hand for a few seconds before sticking his out, shaking your hand with a firm grip. “Of course,” he said before taking his hand back and dropping his arm back by his side.

Your smile seemed to brighten, if possible. Opening the door more for him, you ushered him inside. “Please come in!”

Internally he groaned as he walked inside, looking around the place. It was pretty colorful inside. After all, it was meant for kids younger than five. 

“Sorry for the mess!” you laughed, rubbing the back of your neck in embarrassment. “They just finished playing with their toys.”

“Miss Y/N! The paint spilled!” A young boy with red eyes and brown hair stared up at you, tugging on your yellow dress. He noticed a male standing in front of him and gasped, pointing a finger. “S-Shouto!” he yelled in shock, blinking his eyes rapidly.

“S-Shouto?!” a unison of voices spoke up from the room on the side where the other kids were doing their crafts. The sound of feet hitting the rug filled his ears as a group of young children filled his eyesight, their eyes full of amazement. 

“My mommy loves you!”

“You’re my favorite hero!”

“Can you sneeze out fire from your left side?!”

“Himarie!” you snap at the girl for her question. “Please, children, behave yourself! Keep those questions for later!” you sighed at their ridiculous questions as you reached behind your back, untying your apron's knot. “Did you guys clean up your mess?”

The sudden silence swept over the room. That was your answer.

“Go clean up the room, or you can’t ask Shouto any questions.”

That seemed to grab their attention. The children scattered out of the room, yells and sweet giggles coming from them.

“Ah, sorry about that. You know how kids can sometimes be.”

Shouto kept his hardened stare on their childish antics. “Yeah. Sure.”

You awkwardly stood there, clasping your hands together that created a small noise. “Well…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say next. It seemed that he didn’t want to be here.

He didn’t. He had better things to do. He had an improving agency to work on, to stay the best out of everyone in Japan. Not here babysitting a bunch of dirty, messy kids. No matter how hard he tried persuading Deku to take this instead of him, he would reply with the same response.

“No, Shouto. I think you need this more out of everyone. Not even Kacchan needs this.”

He could have laughed, thinking about it now out of all places. The more he thought about it, the more amused he grew. 

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” you started, your words kicking him out of his head as your eyes staring intently into his dazed heterochromia ones.

“When I got the phone call saying a pro-hero was going to come, I thought Deku would come instead of you.”

“Trust me. I wanted him to come instead.”

Your smile faltered. You didn’t think he would be like this. Ground Zero sure, he’s a different story but not Shouto.

“Oh. You’re one of those then.”

“One of those what?”

You shook your head. Maybe he was just having a bad day? Yeah, that had to be it.

“Nothing. I’m sure the kids are finished and are waiting for you now.”

With that, you walked to the other room where the children were, all surprisingly sitting quiet and still as they waited for the pro hero to come in. Despite being kids, they still held their manners.

Shouto watched you go and groaned softly, mumbling a hard dammit underneath his breath as he followed you. Each child kept their gaze on the older man in front of them.

“Now. Does anyone have any appropriate questions for Shouto?”

One small girl raised her hand. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Himarie? Is this a real question or not?”

“It is!” she gasped and leaned forward, placing her small hands on top of her knees that she was sitting on, “H-how did you become rich?!”

Shouto’s lip curled into a smirk as he pointed an index finger to his head. “Obviously, by working hard, but despite that, it’s all in here—your mind. You need to have the mentality of the best. Without that, you’re nothing. You have to do whatever it takes to be at the top. Not everyone stays up there with you. Some aren’t even worthy of being in the same rank as you. That’s when cutting ties come in. You have to cut those that will be distractions, no matter the cost.”

Pleased with his answer, she leaned back and whispered something to her friend beside her on how cool his response was and wanted to be just like him. You, on the other hand, stared at him like he was crazy. Your hands twitched by your side as you replayed his answer over and over again in your mind. What kind of adult gives that response to a child?

“Uh… was that an appropriate answer, Shouto?”

“Course it was. If it weren’t true, I wouldn’t have answered. They need to hear it from the real deal,” he pointed to himself. “If they hear it from someone lower than myself, then it loses its meaning. After all, it doesn’t get any better than me,” he said proudly, a smug look on that handsome face. If you were alone with him, you probably would've slapped the shit out of him to knock some sense into that dense brain of his.

Not being able to form any words, you quickly regain your composure. “Does anyone else have questions?”

More hands shot up quickly. You could already feel the weight of today’s outcome resting on your shoulders. Oh yeah, today was going to be a long day.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“Bye, Hiko! See you tomorrow, honey!” you waved out for a little boy as he waved back before pointing at the male beside you, telling his father how cool Pro-Hero Shouto was today. 

Shouto watched the interaction with a bitter taste in his mouth. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he crossed his arms over his torso. “So, let’s get the arrangement ready.”

“Arrangement?” you asked, confused about what he meant.

“From keeping this place from shutting down. Ya know, the main reason for the cry of help.”

“Oh yeah,” you mumbled and motioned back inside. “We can talk about the details inside. Is that fine with you, Shouto?”

“Whatever, I don’t care. Just go in. I’m tired of seeing this bad paint job.”

Before you could retort back, he already walked back inside.

“Fucking asshole,” you muttered and followed him, shutting the door behind you. 

He was already seated on the couch, his legs open in a man spread as if he was showing off. His hands were placed on his thighs, his leg bouncing up and down.

You watched his leg bounce for a split second before shaking your head, patting your cheek as you sat across from him, crossing one leg over the other. “Okay well as your assistant told yo-”

“I don’t remember,” he interrupted you, his head lolling to rest his cheek against his shoulder, eyeing you up and down.

“I'm- I’m sorry?” you breathed out, your fingers jumbling up the bottom of your dress.

He sighed and rubbed his temple in a slow circle. “I said, I. Don’t. Remember,” he said slowly, reiterating his point.

“No, no, I heard you the first time,” you leaned back into the couch, rubbing your arm up and down slowly. “Wow, okay. Well, what you should have remembered,” you began, his eyes narrowing at your choice of words. “That this daycare is on the brink of being shut down. Plus, I require materials, and I’m empty-handed.”

“Why don’t their parents pay for it then?”

“Because it goes to the funders. And the funders, guess what? Don’t give a shit anymore!” you gasped in fake surprise, slapping your hands onto your thighs to prove your point. “And that’s why I need your help, Shouto.”

“Why not just do some small fundraising on the side? Like a bake sale or something.”

“I have, and it works for maybe a month before the money's all gone. It can only go for so long...and I love these kids,” you whispered the last part quietly, almost too softly, but he caught on the last second.

For a moment, he felt his pride wash away as he watched you quietly. In all of his life, he couldn’t remember someone willing to do anything just to save something for him or anyone around him. His father couldn’t do that. His mom was out of the picture most of the time, and his siblings moved on with their own lives. Yet he couldn’t pinpoint his current emotion digging into the cave he built many years ago and trying to pull him back to shore. 

“How bout this then.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, a small smirk growing on his face.

“I’m listening.” 

“How about you go on a date with me? Then I’ll help. You’re pretty, very pretty, in fact, and I would love to take you out. Fair exchange, right? Seems good in my book.”

Already knowing you’ll say yes, he didn’t need to push it any further. Shouto always got what Shouto wanted. His head was so far up his ass he didn’t see the frown forming on your lips, his vision clouded with something else.

“No.”

Shouto’s eyes widened as he snapped his head upward. “You- I’m sorry, what? What did you say?”

“I said, no,” you repeated, your arms crossing over your chest. “What kind of a deal is that? You want to go down that road?”

Shouto continued to stare at you, his mouth parted open for words that didn’t come out. He was still in complete shock. Rejected. Denied. You said no.

You said no to Todoroki Shouto.

“W-why did you say no? Why didn’t you say yes?” he questioned, his nails digging into his pants, almost feeling it on his skin.

“I can already tell, your head is so far up your ass that you can’t see the real problem at hand. Look, if you don’t want to help, I’ll just do it myself. I don’t know if you know, but that’s a pretty dick move,” you snapped, standing up abruptly. “Now excuse me, I have to close up so please see yourself out.”

Still stuck in his little world, he scrambled off the couch and followed you. You didn’t want to date him. Many women and men would be begging to be in your position. They would have called you stupid for your answer. He remembered the number of times he attended the hero ratings, and his fans would beg for a night with him. All the time, he said no because, in his eyes, they weren’t worthy enough. No one was worthy enough to be with him. No one was on his level, however, you were.

When you first opened the door, he felt the air knocked out from his lungs. You were captivating. Perfect even. He noticed the loving gaze you had in your eyes when talking to those children. It was something he longed for. Something he wished he could have had as a young child. Now, as a successful adult, he didn’t understand why you rejected him. Shouto knew how handsome he was. Many reporters told him that on the daily. On top of that, his agency was the best in all of Japan. 

So then why did you say no?

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Since then, Shouto’s visits to your daycare became a regular thing. He would force his sidekicks to do the awful paperwork so he could visit you instead. Like the day before, he came again, carrying two drinks, one for you and him. Sometimes both of you would stand in the courtyard and watch the kids run around and enjoy themselves. Words weren’t spoken between you most of the time, but you enjoyed it when they were. It was like he had a new sudden change of perspective.

The kids, of course, loved it. Every time he left, they begged for you to call him and make him come by repeatedly. The days he didn’t visit weren’t the same. The energy was much lower, the kids not wanting to participate in the activities you had for them. It got to the point where you had to put him on speaker and had him talk to them, saying that if they didn’t listen to you, he wouldn’t bring treats for them on his next visit. Let’s just say they got their treats. 

On Shouto’s end of the deal, he did as he promised. Money started piling up for the daycare center. The first order of business he did was remodeling it. The old chipped paint outside was replaced with fresher color, giving it new life. He ordered dozens of different flowers to decorate the courtyard and the front, which were bland until the colorful additions. That part wasn’t needed, it was the good in him deciding you required it. 

Better materials were bought with the funding he did. Sometimes it might have been a bit too much. From time to time, you forced him to stop buying things because you were running short on storage.

“And?”

“W-well, there’s no more room for those in the closet, so stop bringing!”

“..okay and? If that’s the problem, then we’ll build something bigger for you and the kids.”

“Huh?!”

With the amount of time you spent with him, the more times you caught yourself slipping. There were times as you watched him lift someone to climb a tree or hold them in the air as they ‘flew,’ which made you think about how he would be as an actual dad. He was great with the kids, no doubt about that, but the more you thought, the more you wondered how it would be if you got in a relationship with him.

Was he kind? Was he still snobby and thought he was the best? Or was that all an act? Did he care for those around him?

As you thought about him by yourself, the heat in your cheeks was a slow sign that you were catching feelings. It was something you weren’t proud of, but it was there. He made your heart beat faster when he stood beside you, your shoulders brushing against each other or the subtle hand to hand touches when he took something from your arms to hold instead. Small touches turned into small kisses on the cheek, to something bigger. 

The first time you and Shouto entangled in his sheets, it felt wrong on so many levels. He was intoxicating. He was a predator luring in his prey, reading to pounce when you were least expecting it. It was something you shouldn’t be doing. It was so wrong. Yet you couldn’t find yourself stopping. Waking up in his arms was an ongoing thing for as long as you could remember. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t catch any feelings for the bi-colored man, but of course, your brain and heart had a mind of their own. 

Shouto, on the other hand, had what he wanted. He knew you would snap soon, coming to your senses. Having you underneath him, calling for his name and his name only made him swell with pride. He was an irresistible man, and he knew how to use his charms, for better or worse. He lured you in with gifts (which you were grateful for each but refused whenever he brought something new for you), affection, and attention. What kind of girl didn’t want that?

You apparently. You cared for the simple things. The diamond necklace didn’t do justice to the bouquet of roses that you loved with all your heart. Each gift you received, you always smile. But you never received a gift with open arms. Your responses were always… so different than what he expected. He expected you to be crying with joy, glad he bought you the latest wear or anything expensive. Not rejecting him and telling him he could use his money for something more useful. Money bought him fame. Money bought him power. Wealth made him who he was. 

He was a hero after all, and you were a mere care sitter. The both of you were in two completely different worlds, worlds that could never collide. The rich colliding with the not-so-rich. Something rare in the hero world. The thought of you fooling around with each other brought excitement to the table. It got to the point where you stopped showing up. With the sudden change of behavior, the questioning began on his behalf. Why did you stop showing up? Were you uninterested in him now? 

“I can’t keep doing this, Shouto.”

“I know you can’t Y/N. Why can’t you? Don’t you think I deserve a reason, princess?”

“I don’t have to answer that.”

“Oh, you aren’t now? Guess you can kiss that daycare goodbye then.”

“Why are you such an asshole?!” you cried out, your hands gripping his shoulders as you shook him with urgency. “Is this some sort of game to you?! Can’t you see it?! I fucking like you, you fucking prick! Your head is swelled up with this complex that you can’t see anything else but yourself! You carry a mirror at all times and just stare in your reflection!”

“Y/N-”

“No! I’m talking! You shut your fucking mouth because it’s my turn to talk!”

“I like you.”

“You cause so mu- Wait, what?”

“I said. I. Like. You.”

“Y-you… you like me?” you squeaked, your hands slowly loosening their grip on his body, embarrassment flooding through your veins. 

“Well, that’s what I just said, no?”

Ever since that encounter with him, you went on many private dates, preferably the ones where you stayed the night as he would cook soba for you, the one thing he seems to eat. 

The media caught sight of you leaving his place at odd times in the morning, the headlines always saying the same thing.

Fling or Thing?! Random woman spotted leaving Pro Hero Shouto’s house!

Every time you read the news online, your first reaction was to tell Shouto about it. His response was always the same. “Don’t worry about it. I love you, alright? The media will eat up anything. Don’t let it get to your head.” How could you not? Your face was plastered on every social site known to man.

A swarm of paparazzi surrounded both of you as you were spotted getting coffee. An angry scowl was plastered on his usually calm exterior. His arm was draped around your shoulder protectively, holding you closer to his tense body. 

“Shouto, who is this woman?! Is she a one-time thing?!”

“Shouto, is she like the last?! Another once more?!”

“Is she a hero?! Who is she?! Give us answers!”

“Keep your head down,” he muttered into your ear, pushing past them with force as he desperately tried getting both of you out of there. His hand palmed the small of your back, his car in sight. With all the craziness happening, your hand clutched the white t-shirt he was wearing, the material clumped between your fingers. 

A cameraman got in your face, the flashing lights temporarily blinding you as you got swallowed by the fame. “Who are you?! Are you dating?! Are you like the last girl?!”

“Hey!” Shouto yelled, shooting a hand in front of the camera, his hands gripping the lens as frost started to swallow it whole. “Ever heard of personal space?! Because I don’t think you have!” His shoulders heaved up and down with his pants, his eyes blinded by red hot anger. “Get out of here.”

“Hey man, I’m just doing my job!”

“Does it look like I fucking care?! Get the fuck away!” he stood up, his chest puffing out slightly as he got in the male’s face, glaring into his eyes. 

“Shouto,” you whispered, your hand reaching out to wrap around his wrist. “P-people are watching. We should leave.”

Placing a hand on the paparazzi’s shoulder, Shouto leaned in closer with his lips, ghosting his ear. “Remember. I could ruin your whole career if I wanted to. Who will the public believe more? Some mere shitty cameraman, or one of the most loved Pro-Heroes to ever exist? Not one to brag but..” he trailed off, his fingers digging into the man’s shoulders, causing a groan of pain to leave his lips.

“I always get what I want. No matter what.”

Pushing himself away, Shouto turned sharply on his heel and engulfed your smaller hand in his larger one. His pace was fast due to his long legs, causing you to jog slightly from behind. From the back, you could hear the faint growls and whispers coming from Shouto’s angry self. Blinded by anger, his grip on your hand tightened by the second. 

“S-Shouto, you’re hurting me!”

Coming to his senses, his eyes widened in realization as he let go of your hand. You immediately brought it to your chest, rubbing the pain to soothe it. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, bringing your hand to his lips, lingering them on your knuckles. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s okay… I can see why you get upset over it…”

Noticing your change in demeanor, he peered down at you, staring at you through his lashes. “What’s wrong?”

Deciding it was now or never, you sighed softly as you looked up at him. “One of them back there asked if I was like ‘the last girl’. What does that mean?”

He pursed his lips, licking the lower. “That’s something you don’t have to worry about. It was years ago. My high school years. I practically forgot about it.”

“A-are you sure?” you stuttered, hesitating to push it any further. “It seems pretty big if they keep bringing it up.”

“I said no.” he snapped, regretting his tone of voice when he noticed your taken aback look. “Look… I rather not talk about it, okay? Let’s go get the rest of the supplies, okay?”

Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded as you reached for his hand, entwining your fingers. 

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

It’s been months since the fateful day Pro-Hero Shouto arrived at your center. It was safe to say the funders suddenly started caring. You had your suspicions about why they did, but decided to steer clear from it. Ads were displayed everywhere. Each week more parents signed up their kids. You even got resumes for prospecting employees. Shouto was a pain in the ass, but you were thankful nonetheless.

A pair of twins were last. Shouto was off from patrol today and decided to help around the hectic place. He was currently playing hero with a young boy as you sat down under a sakura tree, his twin sister sitting in front of you as she begged for you to braid her hair.

You hummed softly, twisting and moving the locks of hair as gently as you could, afraid of hurting her.

“Miss Y/N?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you and Shouto getting married?”

“Huh?!” A surprised noise left your lips, your cheeks darkening at her innocent question. Marriage was way out of the question. You and Shouto have only been dating for 7. You were nowhere near ready.

“W-what makes you think that?!”

“Well, in the stories, the princess meets her prince, and they get married! Isn’t Shouto your prince?”

“Ah...” you laughed nervously as you brushed off the jitters. “Maybe he is. Maybe he isn’t.” You glanced up and found Shouto already staring at you, a grim look in his eyes. You frowned as you tilted your head slightly, your mouth forming the words, ‘are you okay?’

He turned around, his back to you as he waved at an upcoming parent, which he assumed was their father. 

“Akia, your dad is here!”

The little girl in front of you sprang up from the ground, her hair now in a loose flowy braid. “Thank you, Miss Y/N! I love it!”

A loving smile made its way on your lips as you caressed her cheek with the back of your hand gently. “Good, I’m glad. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay!” She quickly wrapped her small arms around your legs before letting go just as quickly. Her short legs moved as she ran to Shouto, jumping up to hit his high five.

“Bye-bye, ShouShou!”

“Bye, guys. See you soon.”

After watching the two leave, Shouto walked past you, bumping his shoulder with yours. You stumbled slightly as you regained your balance. “Uh, are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you acting like that?”

“This is always how I act.”

“No..” you trailed off, following him inside the central area. “Are you sure there isn’t anything bothering you?”

“Actually.” He stopped moving, his shoulders tensed up with his hands balled into fists by his side. You stopped moving as well, noticing the small flame appearing on his left side. 

“Shou-”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said. Shut. Up.” he sneered, turning around to face you, his intense stare heating up by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this again?” you snapped, your own hands balled into fists. “Why are you acting like the dick you were when we first met?”

“When we first met? What makes you think I changed? Don’t be stupid,” he laughed before going serious once more. “I haven’t changed. I think the one that changed is you. You live in this little world where you think everyone will help you succeed.”

“Me? I’m the one who does that shit? Ever looked in your fucking mirror? If anyone is stuck in their world, it’s you!”

“Haven’t you noticed something, sweetheart” he whispered, advancing towards you. He backed you up into a corner, his hand placing beside your head with your smaller body under his. “Notice how more and more people are talking about me?” his lips grazed your ear shell, his tongue peeking out to trace the shape. “It’s all thanks to you.”

Realization dawned on you. You always read the news, whether it is related to you or not. News was scattered across Japan as on goers took photos of the pro hero in a relaxed nature, something no one ever saw. It was a rare sight. Each hero had their gentle side, and they finally saw his. He was one of the best, but he was also the best in everything he did. 

“To… to me?” you whispered. A smirk formed on his lips as his finger curled underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. 

“Just you, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning down as his lips ghosted yours, his hot breath fanning your face. “Now I’m all Japan talks about. You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted.”

You gritted your teeth as you pushed him off of your body rather abruptly. “Shut up. That’s not true.”

“Oh? Is it not? How much longer are you going to deny it? When are you going to learn Y/N? I’m Shouto! One or if not the greatest hero out there! I always get what I want. You were nothing but a stepping stool. Thanks to you, my ratings skyrocketed. Just what I wanted. I should thank my assistant for this opportunity because god, if Deku took this and advanced before me, I don’t know what I would do.” 

Tears welled up on your lower lashes as you desperately wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. He was right. You were gullible to think someone of his ranking would like you, someone way lower than him. 

“You’re a sick fucking person, you know that?” you spoke through choked sobs. “I thought you were changing. You don’t care about anyone. You rather see those around you to die than save them. How can you call yourself a hero if you can’t even feel for the public? You are the worst hero ever.” You kept your chin up with tears flowing effortlessly. “I should have known how you were when we first met. God, do you even have any humanity?!” you suddenly yelled, walking up to him with your finger jabbing into his chest.

“You think you’re a fucking hero?! You're a goddamn villain! You don’t even care about kids! People like you make me sick!”

You didn’t care if you sounded hysterical. You didn’t care about anything but letting out your feelings. Your boyfriend– ex-boyfriend used you for his gain. You couldn’t describe how you felt. All these months, all i love you’s, gifts, dates were nothing but a mere lie. Oh, what a story you had for your grandkids.

“I never want to see your stupid face anywhere near this place, or anyone! Everyone deserves to know the truth. Pro-Hero Shouto, a fake! A fraud! But because I’m nowhere like you,” you whispered, grabbing him by his shirt's collar. “I cared about your selfish ass. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize your career. I know you worked hard for it.”

You walked forward with him in his grasp, leading him to the door. “That girl? I did my research. It turns out you pulled a stunt like this before. Guess I’m not the only one to be fooled by the famous Shouto Todoroki, huh?” you spat, your lips dripping with venom as you stopped by the door. “Shouto Todoroki strikes again, once more,” you grunted, letting go of him.

“Y/N.”

“Y/LN. Not like you’ll need that anyway. Do me a favor. You can do that, right?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get the fuck away from me.” Your hand placed on the wood, slamming the door shut in his face. You panted softly, your tense form relaxing slowly. You stifled a sob as your fist hit the door, your forehead coming forward to hit the cold wood. You got played. And he didn’t even care. He would probably brush it off and walk into his office, pretending nothing happened. Shouto was a beautiful curse. One that you wished that you didn’t make a deal with. The next time you saw him in public, you wouldn’t acknowledge him. Now, he was simply a stranger. A ghost that didn’t deserve your time. 

Shouto, on the other side of the door, stayed still, not able to comprehend what to do.

No, this wasn’t supposed to happen. He loves you, and this wasn’t supposed to happen. He loves you, Shouto is in love with you. He wanted to help you with the kids. He loved seeing you at ease when one of the children complimented you that day because of your clothing or hair. He loves seeing the small blush dusting your cheeks as you woke up beside him, memories of the night before flooding it. 

Oh. But he was heartless.

Shouto Todoroki was a smart, handsome, successful man. He knew his way around people, tricking them for his success. He was relentless. He was cunning. He was manipulative. His award-winning smile had those around him swooning. His selfishness got the best of him. Who could blame him, though? He worked hours through his sweat and tears to be where he was currently, at the top with no competition. He was the best. 

And the best always got what they wanted.  

[villainsblog97]

NCT as Your Boyfriend

This is gonna be the LONGEST BF scenario I’ve ever done!!! O.O

Warnings: Maybe some language? some PG-13 Content 

Scenario: BF, Romance, Angst if you squint -.-....fluffy (TO THE MAX) 

HERE     WE    GO! 

Taeyong

Our Brave leader!

Taeyong might look, tough, scary, and totally sexy and charismatic

BUT

He’s nothing but a big floof

Especially for you...his girl 

Taeyong would be nothing but a sweetheart to you!

He would be the kind of boyfriend to make cookies with you at 2 in the morning because you were hungry and had a sweet tooth. 

I also see him just melting over everything you do! 

EVERYTHING

He loves making you laugh, and you love making him laugh

He is always making sure you’re happy and healthy

Like one day he’ll make you some Ramyun, then the next day he’s making you some detoxing tea and a nice fresh salad

You are his world.

Fights happen, but oh so rarely

But when they do

Our lil Bubu is a mess

He can’t focus, he can’t think straight

All he can think of is how your face looked

He has to make things right with you

And of course he does.

Overall he would be the best Boyfriend ever! 

Kun

Kun is definitely more of your best friend 

But he gets to cuddle and kiss you too 

Kun loves you to no end

And he will let the entire damn dorm know about it

He’s the leader of WayV 

God help him

You’re the only thing that keeps him sane

But you can bet that this boy will hype you up on everything

He’ll stare at his phone, smiling like an idiot 

Lucas: what’s he all smiley for?

WinWin: What else??

He also loves his magic tricks on you

Pulls flowers out of a hat for you

Definitely 

Like Taeyong, fights rarely happen

But if they do

Kun is gonna do something totally hilarious to make up with you

Something you can’t help but laugh at.

I see Lucas and YangYang involved in it too

Once you two have made up, he’s glued to you

He just wants to love you and you alone

Taeil

Taeil is kind of hard to read, because we don’t see a lot of content with him

But I see him being a pretty chill boyfriend 

He supports you in everything 

and he loves to spoil you

Always buying something that reminds him of you 

He also loves taking you out to restaurants 

Like the ones you get all dressed up for

Taeil also loves you in dresses

He just looks like he would like dresses 

He also can do fun dates too

Like the amusement park

He just wants to see you happy

If you have fights 

It’s hella serious 

You guys need some time away from each other

Until about 3 in the morning when he’s calling you and pouring his heart out

You have no choice but to forgive him

Mostly because he hates sleeping without you

Like I said he only wants to see you happy 

Johnny

Our Chicago boy is DEFINITELY a romantic!

You are his girl

And he’ll make sure everyone knows that 

I get the feeling he would love holding your hand

Like everywhere

You are his queen 

He’s always gotta show you off

“Wow... who is that beautiful woman??? Oh right, that’s my girlfriend!”

He loves making you blush too 

Always giving compliments to you

He tells you he loves you 24/7 

Cuddling is his favorite 

and because he’s so tall 

(Yep you guessed it)

Lots of forehead kisses

It’s healing for both of you

I can’t see you guys fighting a lot

It’s more like little bickers and arguments 

He will do whatever it takes to keep that smile 

Your smile is his favorite feature on you

Johnny Suh is a 1,000/10 Boyfriend 

Yuta 

Much like Taeil 

He loves spoiling you 

Dates are mandatory for our Japan boy

He’ll do just about anything with you 

I feel like he would love buying little plushies for you

Don’t ask why

He’ll call and text you every chance he gets 

If he’s on tour

Video calls

Counts down the days til he get’s back to you 

Loves hugging and holding you

You absolutely love his smile

Who doesn’t???

Yuta doesn’t look like he would be too much into PDA 

but when you guys are alone

He’s stuck to you like glue

He can’t fight with you 

It’s just not in his nature

If you guys do

There’s gonna be tears 

From both of you 

He’ll just hold you and tell you how sorry he is 

He love you so much and never wants to lose you

Doyoung

I’m not gonna get into how he looked in this MV

Okay

Doyoung is precious

Doyoung is sassy

and he also has a really strong RBF (resting b*tch face)

So Dating Doyoung would be...... a challenge 

He would be the best boyfriend 

but at the same time you’re questioning it 

not in a bad way of course 

I feel like he would be very blunt with you 

You come out in a long yellow dress

“Doyoung how does this look??”

“You look like a banana” o.O

.....

But then! 

He would suggest his favorite dress that looks absolutely stunning on you

He would even pull it out of your closet 

“This one... you look so beautiful in this one”

He won’t apologize for the insult

but his eyes will make up for the comment

When he’s having a bad day he’ll just want to hold you

Doesn’t matter where 

He loves it when you hold him too

Running your fingers in his hair

Because he’s so savage, fights could be often

But he does make up for them and this time he will apologize 

He also loves slow and long kisses 

He loves to feel you 

He loves you.

Ten 

Ten literally bias wrecked himself into my bias list 

Now this boy is more than just a beautiful dancer 

He’s shown that in past couple years now

Ten is a total weirdo too

You love that 

He’ll make you smile and laugh on your worst days 

He loves making you laugh

but he can also be super romantic 

I see him being a flower petal guy 

Getting a hot bath prepared for you 

He’s just a gentleman 

He also loves cracking up jokes with you

Always calls you baby

and always telling you he loves you

if a fight happens 

I can see it going two ways

the first being very emotional 

lots of tears 

The other way

(PG-13)

An aggressive make-out session 

Like you two are so mad at each other that it becomes sexual tension

and you two have to get rid of it

Anywhooo

after your night (hint hint wink wink)

You both lay in each other’s arms, promising to not fight again.

Or maybe fight, if it ends like that

Jaehyun

My bias wrecker! 

Okay Jaehyun is already like the ultimate boyfriend material 

So you know he’s gonna meet all the qualifications 

Why do I see him loving to go shopping with you?

Any kind of shopping

Clothes shopping, grocery shopping, even shoe shopping 

like his hyungs

he too loves to spoil you

with everything

anything he buys you, you treasure it.

He loves taking you out and showing you off to the world 

He makes sure no guy even looks at you wrong.

He gets jealous really easy 

“I don’t like that guy...” *pouty face*

“Well that’s my cousin so you have to like him a little”

“.....”

If you two fight it’s for something serious

maybe he’s working too much

or you feel like you never get to see him.

He can usually stay really calm during the fight 

He tries to listen to you as much as he can.

When you’re standing there yelling at him out of frustration

He’ll just walk up to you and hug you.

“Let’s not fight anymore, let’s just stay like this for a minute” 

WinWin

Like Taeil we don’t get to see much of our boy

but he is still there!

And to you

He’s the only one

I get the feeling that WinWin would be a very shy and cute boyfriend

Like he asks you for everything he wants to do

Asks to hold your hand

He never wants to make you feel uncomfortable 

Always asks you where you want to eat

He takes his time learning all about you

He probably blushes more than you do

And he loooooves hugs

You in his arms is the best feeling ever! ^_^

I feel like it would take A LOT to make him mad 

so your fights would be almost non existent 

When he’s away from you

He’ll send you a ton of snaps!

Miss you so much beautiful

He’ll wait for hours until you reply 

“She’s not answering” *sad eyes* 

“Dude it’s like 3 in morning in Seoul! she’s probably asleep”

Lots of good morning / night texts

He would be an adorable boyfriend!

Jungwoo

Lord help me...

My bean!

Okay so Jungwoo is a literal squish

So being your boyfriend

Is like the biggest UWU fest ever!

He is so whipped for you 

All the members will give him hell for it

You aren’t just the love of his life

You are his EVERYTHING

My heart is gonna hurt

His favorite word to call you is Jagiya 

There it goes >.<

Can you actually pick a fight with this boy??

He probably would get seriously emotional

He is also one who gives you a lot of plushies and flowers 

Bubble Tea dates

Arcade dates

He loves spending time with you 

He pouts when you can’t go to shows with them

Because he wants you to how cool he is on stage.

Jungwoo would be the ultimate squishy boyfriend

Lucas

This little Sh*t... -_-

Okay so this boy takes pride in making you flustered AF

It’s his job

He’s a flirt

He’a tease

You’re constantly yelling at him.

“LUCAS STOP!” 

He just laughs it off

Okay now hear me out

This boy will kiss your neck and growl in your ear

Just to get a squeal out of you

You neck all cringed up 

But he can also treat you like a princess

He loves holding your hand in public areas 

He wants people to know who you belong to

He’s not afraid of PDA 

When you two fight, if can actually get a little scary

Lucas has a deep voice and it gets husky when he’s mad 

You’re not turned on by it at all 

That’s probably where it will end

“You really piss me off sometimes” 

“Yeah and you do too!” 

Boom... making out 

At the end of the night you two still love each other and would do anything for each other. 

Mark

My boy! Loved him since Cherry Bomb! (first MV I saw)

Okay so like Jaehyun

Mark is already boyfriend material

He loves you beyond words 

So Mark is definitely a cuddle bug

He will fall asleep holding onto you

and if you are having a bad day 

He’ll lay you down on his bed, sit beside you and play his guitar

He loves playing with your hair

He’s tried failed to put it in a ponytail 

Mark is always trying to make you laugh 

He loves hearing it

He definitely calls you babe a lot

He likes to show you his parts in his songs (127, dream, U and Super M)

Fights with him would be small

and short 

He would try to end them as fast as they started 

If he can’t he’ll wait til you’ve calmed down a little before coming into your room, playing your favorite song on his guitar

He never sleeps without you

That’s why he always gets a little sad when he has to go on tour 

So you two video call until one of you falls asleep

I need a Make Lee >.<

Xioajun

I’m becoming utterly whipped for this boy

Okay 

Xioajun is also a romantic 

He also looks a really good kisser

So with that said

He will kiss you every chance he gets

This boy will treat you like absolute royalty

He will also call you princess 

I mean Xioajun himself looks like a prince

He also loves back hugs 

Like while you’re in the kitchen and he just comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist

Lots of cheek kisses that would trail down to your neck 

(Deep inhale and exhale)

A fight would only happen if you initiate it

If you told him he did something he would run over a hug you before you could walk away

It would be like a scene from a kdrama 

He would hold you for a second before you turned around to return the hug that lead to a kiss and an apology.

Hendery

One of the biggest crackheads in NCT and WAYV 

So obviously 

You’re gonna have a crack head boyfriend

Hendery is more than likely from another planet

Or at least that’s what you feel like

You are his baby

He makes sure you know too

“My baby!!!” (He is so loud XD)

You’re always questioning what he’s doing

He loves making you laugh too

So he’ll be doing something totally weird just to get a giggle out of you

“Aha! you smiled!” 

I think it’s impossible to fight with him 

I think if it were to happen 

It would be weird

Like you two aren’t actually fighting 

and eventually you two would just bust up laughing 

he looks like the kind to always hold your face when he kisses you

like his hand on your face, or lifting your chin to kiss you

he also looks like a good kisser too

Renjun

I feel like Renjun would ultimately be an amazing boyfriend

So you are his first priority 

ALL

THE

TIME

He is so caring of you

and he loves being around you 

He could be practicing and he sees you coming into the room

Everything stops

“Hold up! my girl is here!”

He also loves taking you on dates 

Fancy dates

Movie dates are his favorite though

I can’t see you two fighting a lot but if it does

He is gonna cry

(Please no one hurt him)

He’ll go to his hyungs for advice 

Then he’ll show up in front of you

Face all puffy

Eyes all red 

(My heart is breaking)

He’ll apologize so many times 

You have no choice to hug him and forgive him

He’ll feel relieved when he feels your arms around him

Then he spendss the rest of the day with you

Ultimate boyfriend!

Jeno

Jeno is total baby

so granted

He’s your baby

I feel like is adorably clingy

Like always needs to be touching you

Holding you

Whines when you have to leave your cuddle fest 

Pouts when you won’t kiss him

but then 

He can take charge on you

He was the one that asked you out

He initiated the first kiss

But he just likes being all soft and squishy around you

If the day ever comes that you two argue or yell at each other

Its definitely short

He will return to his baby act and bat those little eyes at you until you give in to him

Much like Hendery, you two kind of just laugh it off

Then you two are back 

Who can resist those eyes

Lets be real

No one can

Haechan

THIS BOY

He’s obviously spent too much time with Doyoung

He’s savage 2.0

But he loves you to no end

You two definitely have video game dates

He gets mad when you win

“Psht! I let you win...”

*Dramatic eye roll* 

He doesn’t let you live any of your embarrassments down

He’ll tease the shit out of you

He is the most extra boyfriend ever

You literally cannot take him anywhere

But no one else gets to mess with you

That’s his job

If someone tries to prank you

It’s on!

“This is my woman, no one else messes with her but me!”

“...”

Now don’t get me wrong

He still takes care of you

If you’ve had a bad day, or a fight with him

He’ll hold you in his arms

Gently rock you back and forth 

Sing sweet ballads in your ear

(Writing this is making my heart ache!!!)

Maybe he’ll mess up the notes just to make you laugh

Start singing off key

“Haha! My baby laughed!” 

You love this dork to the moon and back.

Jaemin

(Lord give me strength)

Okay Jaemin is also the ultimate boyfriend

This boy would treat you like absolute royalty

He is so in love with you

It’s almost sickening 

He can’t go a day without you

If he does

It drives him crazy 

He’ll sends you so many pics and videos 

Telling you how much he misses you or loves you

This boy is a big lover

He will show you it 24/7

Kisses all the time

He can’t help it

He craves your taste, your touch

He craves you 

(This is making crazy O.O )

He loves it when you wear his hoodies

He melts with everything you do

He can’t help it

Jaemin can’t fight with you either 

He’ll just ask you to please stop fighting 

Also hold you in his arms until you’ve calmed down 

He also loves playing with your hair 

Loves the feeling of your soft locks

He will cuddle the hell out of you

I’m not saying I want a Na Jaemin

But that’s exactly what I’m saying.

YangYang

Our boy YangYang would also be a total goofball

He’s such a cutie

And he takes pride in that

Like Jeno

He is your baby

and you love it so much

But he’s more like a baby that flirts with you 

He’ll say little sentences in German too

and won’t tell you what he said

“Please tell me what you said!!”

“That ruins the fun” 

“Babe!”

He will love to tease you 

All the time

He laughs at you for everything too

You just make him giggle

Especially when you want to know what he said in German and he won’t tell you

Like a lot of the members 

I can’t see you two getting into a lot of fights

I just can’t 

If there ever comes a day where he does tell you what he said in German

Let’s be real

It’s probably dirty...

Shotaro

We don’t know much about Shotaro

Except that he’s FREAKING ADORABLE

But I feel like he would be very similar to Renjun

He just spoils you rotten

You are his princess 

He loves to hug you too

Lots of hugs

and cuddles

(Give me strength!!! >.<)

He is also loves shopping with you too

He looks like snackin boy! 

So lots of snacks 

and movie dates

Okay another ultimate boyfriend 

No one better ever hurt this boy

Or I’ll fight you! (ง'̀-'́)ง

So on that note

no fights

Because I can’t imagine his sad face

Please protect him

We must protect him!!!

Sungchan

I get the feeling that Sungchan would also be like a combination of Mark and Jaemin

He loves you like a best friend

but also like a queen 

And again

Because he’s so tall

More fore head kisses

And lots of hugs too

He loves putting his arms around you

He’ll put your arms around his waist and then wrap his arms around you 

Tall people just make you feel secure

He too is very difficult to fight with 

Its also more like bickers or arguements

(Ah Young love)

He loves movie dates too

Just curled up on the couch

Buried in blankets

Snacks all around you

He is just the best.

Chenle

First thing’s first

PREPARE YOUR EAR DRUMS

This boy is so loud

But he’s a giggle box

And he loves it when you make him laugh

He also loves to make you laugh too

He seems like a chill one too

and he’s always singing to you

Chenle looks like a cuddler too

and a tickler

He’ll do whatever it takes to hear your laugh

He is also a sweet heart too

Always buying you food, and snacks

He wants to keep you happy

I can see him loving picnics

But he’s very underrated 

So he needs reassurance a lot from you

You always tell him he’s doing well

No fights from you guys

But you guys can be away from each other 

Only for a little bit though

Then he has to see you

He’s been without you too long

Jisung

Our little baby

Ain’t so much a baby anymore ㅠ.ㅠ

So this boy 

You’re his first love

So he doesn’t want to mess anything up

He wants to only make you happy

But he’s never dated before

So he isn’t sure all the time on what you guys should do.

He’s got 22 hyungs

They’ll help him out

Okay maybe not Haechan...or Hendery...

He really like to hold your hand 

I feel like he wouldn’t be too much into PDA

He likes to be alone with you

If any of the members tease him

He’s gonna get flustered AF

Lots of facepalms when the guys are around giving him a hard time

He’s their baby, they aren’t use to seeing him with his arm around a girl

or giving her kisses

or cuddling her on the couch

If you guys get into a fight 

He’s gotta ask everyone how to make up for it

So there he is

At your door

Flowers and giant teddy bear 

He’s really shy and tripping on his words

So of course you forgive him shortly after he stars stuttering words out to you

He’s growing up too fast!!! >.<  

(WHEW! Made it!! hope you guys enjoyed it! let me know what group I should do next! Please support NCT in their new album and Stream their MVs!)

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What’s in a Name?

A/N: This is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written in my entire life. But it’s soft. Because Marcus Pike is soft and deserves all the love. Granted, I’ve only watched The Mentalist all the way through once, so...do with that what you will. 

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: PG for mention of guns??? I just want to be on the safe side. Idiots in love. Falling in love with someone and not knowing their name. Cliche use of a Quote from Romeo + Juliet.

Word Count: 3.3k 

Summary: The five times Marcus Pike tries to learn your name and the one time he actually does.

Pike was unlucky in love. He knew it. He had started to accept it when things fell apart with Lisbon. His friends and fellow agents, the assholes, actually took pity on him and said he’d find the right person eventually. He just didn’t anticipate having to meet her over and over again.

... that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet... (Romeo + Juliet)

Sometimes, every once in a while, he actually hated his job. Sure, he got to go undercover, stop criminals, right some wrongs, and be called ‘agent’ on top of it. But, right now, listening to some sycophant rant and rave about the “superiority of Cubism over Dadaism,” he wanted to switch careers. There was supposed to be a sale of a stolen Cézanne happening at this gallery in Los Angeles and Pike had suspected the guy with the too-tight three piece suit and bad transatlantic accent was the ring-leader of the whole theft and re-sale. He just needed to not spork his eyes out until he saw money pass hands from the agent he’d sent in to pose as the buyer and the thief-turned-art-asshole. He thought it would only take an hour or two, busts like this usually did—but this guy loved the sound of his own voice so much that he had been going on a tangent about 20th century art movements for nearly four hours now and had somehow gathered a bit of an audience, too, debating with others, and the like. It was exhausting just listening to him.

“If you give me ten dollars, I’ll spill some red wine on his shirt and he’ll be forced to leave.”

Marcus looked to the left at the sudden voice and found a woman pretending to look at the piece in front of him, just like he had been doing. She was pretty, dressed in a high-end dress and sky-high, red-bottom heels, and looked every bit the part of an old money socialite. “Ten dollars?”

“I’d do it for free, but I need to receive some sort of incentive so I’m not just doing it out of spite. I heard that’s bad karma.” She hid her smirk behind the lip of her champagne flute.

“I’ve heard spite is a fantastic motivator.”

She hummed and squinted at the painting as if she cared. Maybe she did. “This is an awful piece of work. Truly, one of the worst I’ve ever seen.”

The man behind them continued to talk just as a waiter passed by with a platter full of red wine and she skillfully plucked one from him without missing a beat. She finished her champagne and handed Pike her empty flute. His eyebrows raised as she smiled at him.

“I’m Marcus.” He held out a hand for her to take. She shook it with a smile but didn’t give her name in return. She winked and walked away—right toward the mark.

And yes, she dumped red wine all over him.

There was a collective gasp and he watched the scene with a muted sort of fascination as she then managed to make the art thief smile with some joke she must have said and then he walked away to clean up. The crowd dispersed. The other agent was able to snag the thief and make the exchange and handcuffs were placed on his wrists all within a couple of minutes.  

Maybe he should have actually paid her the ten dollars. She really did just speed everything up.

But, when he looked around to find her, she was gone. 

                                                            **

The second time he met her was at an art auction in D.C. There was no sting. No operation. The Art Squad had recently helped the auction’s sponsor recover a priceless Van Gogh piece and they had insisted the entire Squad come to the black tie dinner and auction, foregoing the 1000-dollar-charge-per-plate the ticket usually cost. The food was good. The wine and champagne was obviously expensive and Pike was sure he’d see some of the art that was being auctioned off in his case files in the next few years. That was just the way of the world. He looked around at the displays and glanced at the sheets where people had written down their bids. Some people were being generous—most others were being cheap. 

He slowed to a stop in front of a small Dalí and then down at the auction sheet. It was currently up to only a few hundred dollars. He wouldn’t win, he was sure, but he could pretend to participate in this ridiculous auction.

“I didn’t take you for a Dalí fan.” Her voice was still smooth and he knew, instinctively, that she was smiling before he even turned to look at her. She was draped in sky blue silk and pearls, reminding him of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus.

“I think he’s iconic, to be sure.”

She sidled up to him and looked at the small painting. “Thinking about bidding? It looks like everyone else is besotted with that original Warhol.” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder to reference the crowd steadily growing on the other side of the ballroom.

But all he could focus on was the smell was her perfume. Expensive and floral, it seemed to fit her perfectly.

Manicured fingers handed him a Mont Blanc pen from the depths of her designer bag. “Best of luck, Agent Pike.”

As she walked away, he realized she knew his last name now—somehow—and he still didn’t know hers.

Pike tried to find her again in the mess of rich people, to ask her name and how she knew of his ‘agent’ status and last name. But all he managed to do was catch a glimpse of blue silk as she exited the venue.

“Do you know her?” A tired-looking man asked as he walked to Pike’s side. “She left a large donation and my boss will kill me if we don’t have a name to write in our next list of donors.”

“I…I don’t actually. Did she bid on anything? Maybe we could get her name that way.”

And for the next fifteen minutes or so, he filtered through the crowd, trying to ask inconspicuously about his Venus and if she had bid on anything. And, when he finally learned that she had bid on an Alphonse Mucha sketch. And he almost felt lucky. Almost!

Because, as he made his way over to where everyone was pointing, he saw only two scribbles on the sheet. Surely he could discern which one of the names was hers. 

One was Richard…

And the other one was just a scribble of blue ink, smudged beyond legibility.

                                                         **

(A few weeks later, he was delivered a package at his office. Inside was the Dalí he had bid on. On a slip of paper was a smudged smiley face and the word: Enjoy!)

                                                        **

The third time he met her was decidedly less glamorous. The Art Squad had been trailing a group of thieves across the East Coast when they finally caught up to them in Boston. Pike had hoped they’d be able to catch them in the act and be done with it.

Instead, what they found when they stormed into the art museum, was the thieves holding several hostages. And, of course with his luck, she was among them.

Her hands were behind her head and she was on her knees as one of the thieves pointed a gun to the back of her head. Boredom was, surprisingly, coloring her face but she smiled when she caught sight of Pike. “Hi, Marcus.”

“Hi,” he said in return, fighting a smile of his own.

The whole thing was over in just over an hour and the hostages were released and the thieves were carted off in the back of a police van.

And maybe now he’d finally learn her name.

He was the lead agent on the case so he had to answer a million and one questions from other agents, from outside law enforcement, from the press. And, belatedly, he watched his least favorite agent, Rhett Brown, approach his unnamed Venus. The agent was fine when given a gun and told to shoot—but how he’d managed to wind up on the Art Squad was a mystery. He’d lost or misfiled more paperwork than anyone else Pike had encountered put together.

Pike knew he needed to finish all of this nonsense—and really, he shouldn’t call it nonsense, this was important—if he wanted to even have a chance to get her name. But the local police asked a lot of questions (they were doing their job, he couldn’t blame them) and then the press conference dragged on (again, they were just doing their jobs). And by the time he finished, he jogged back to where the former hostages had been held as they were being questioned.

And, of course, she was gone.

Pike pulled Rhett aside and asked for his notes.

Rhett nodded and stuck his hand into his suit pocket and then froze. “Oh no.” He quickly patted down his other pockets and shouted at another agent, “have you seen my notepad, man?”

                                                            **

Pike was tired when he met her for the fourth time. 

The deposition had lasted longer than he anticipated, stretching long into the night. The case was a strange one, involving inheritances, forged wills, and a “disappeared” Jackson Pollock that “reappeared” across the country. The hotel was nice, however, and he slumped into a stool at the hotel’s upscale bar and ordered a pale ale.

It was set in front of him quickly and he drained half of it without much fanfare.

“I always thought you looked more like a whiskey kind of guy.” 

He nearly spat out his drink. 

She slid into the stool next to him and ordered a top shelf cognac. Her lips were painted a vibrant shade of red and left a mark against the glass as she took a sip of the amber liquid. “Long day?”

“You could say that. You?”

She nodded with a small smile. “What’re you doing in New York? More FBI business?”

“Something like that.” He took another drink of his beer and she watched him over the edge of her own glass. “How’d you know I was in the FBI?”

“We have friends in common. I know Charlie—you helped him get back his precious Van Gogh.”

“Ah, Charlie.” He nodded in understanding.

“Yes, he went on and on about the FBI agent who saved his marriage—imagine that, an entire marriage hanging on the edge of one painting.” Despite cognac being meant for sipping, she had already nearly drained her glass. “Imagine my surprise when it was you—the man from the gallery opening who basically gave me full permission to dump wine on a pompous asshole.” She watched him laugh as she took another sip of the dark amber liquid. “Charlie pointed you out when you came to the auction. The man can hardly remember his children’s names but he remembers yours.” She smiled and he could have sworn he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. “But I like the um…” she gestured at his chin and then placed her finger beneath her nose in a childish imitation of a mustache. “It’s a good look.”

He laughed—she was good at making him laugh. “I was undercover.”

“Oh?” It came out with another laugh. “Aren’t you mysterious?”

“I’m mysterious? You know my name and my job—and that I think Dalí is iconic. I know nothing about you.”

“What is there to know? I procure art for people who have too much money. I spend more time on planes or in hotels than I do in my little apartment in New Orleans. I like Humphrey Bogart movies and a good blanket.” She smiled before polishing off the last dredges of her drink. “See? Now you know more about me than I do about you. And it is all far less interesting.”

His heart had lodged itself higher and higher into his throat as each word passed her lips. “No…I-I think you’re really interesting and beautiful and I…I would love to know more.”

She was embarrassed, he could tell, but she still smiled. Her mouth opened to say something else and-

-a bellhop stepped to her side. “Your bags have been loaded into the car, ma’am.”

She turned and thanked him, pressing a few bills into his hand before she stood and grabbed her purse. She put a few more bills—far more than her drink could have possibly cost—onto the bar top and signaled to the bartender that she was paying for both their drinks before he could even think to stop her. “Thanks for the company.”

“Yeah. Of course.” He was in a bit of a daze as she leaned down to press a quick kiss to his cheek. The familiar scent of her expensive perfume touched his nose as she pulled back.

“I’ll see you around, Agent Pike. But really,” she once again mimed the mustache, “it’s a good look.”

He murmured his goodbye, head still pleasantly swimming, and watched her walk away.

It took him a full five minutes to realize he still didn’t know her name.

                                                     **

The fifth time he met her, he’d been stuck at O’Hare International Airport for five hours. Five hours in the worst airport known to mankind. His flight back to DC had been delayed and then delayed some more and then delayed some more. He’d only been in Chicago for a few days to help lead some training to the local arm of the Bureau. Nothing exciting. And now he was stuck waffling between two equally awful airport restaurants for dinner while he continued to wait.

“Hey stranger.”

He turned to see her walking toward him, a designer carryon being wheeled behind her scuffed sneakers. Her hair was up in a lop-sided bun and she had traded her dress for a pair of jeans and an oversized band t-shirt. And why was his mouth filling with saliva? She threw her arms around him in a hug that he quickly reciprocated, squeezing her around the middle as she laughed lightly in his ear. “It’s good to see you. I see you kept the facial hair.”

He laughed and scrubbed a hand over his patchy beard and mustache. “Yeah, I guess I did.” Pike cleared his throat, trying to not sound so smitten. “Where’re you heading now?”

“Home, thankfully. I’ve been go-go-go since I saw you last. It seems everyone wants to give works of art as presents this year. I’m kind of scared what Christmas is going to mean.”

He smiled, liking to know about her life, how she felt. “Been anywhere exciting?”

“Paris and Milan lose their charm after a while. But I finally got to go to Casablanca.” There was a near twinkle in her eye now. “I felt like I should’ve been running around in a trench and fedora, chain-smoking. God knows how many times I muttered ‘here’s lookin’ at you kid’ to myself like a loon.” She shook her head as she bit her lip. “Sorry. I ramble when I’m jetlagged.”

“It’s okay, really. I…I like it.”

She shoved at his shoulder with another laugh. “Careful. You’ll make me fall in love with you.”

“Would that be so bad?” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them—something he usually did when he let his stupid, romantic heart take the lead.

She tilted her head as she looked at him with an almost shy smile playing on her lips. “No. No, I don’t think that’d be bad at all.” They looked at each other, each fighting a smile and stupid fluttering of their hearts for the near-stranger in front of them. She broke the little daydream by clearing her throat and glancing away for a moment. “And you? Been anywhere exciting?”

“Just Chicago. Had to lead some training. My flight’s been delayed for a couple hours. Hopefully, I’ll be out of here before midnight.”

“Well, if you’re looking for a good place to eat in this hellscape, I’d recommend the restaurant near C26. I’ve yet to get food poisoning from them—and the food’s pretty good, too.”

“You want to join me?” He asked, something optimistic blooming in his chest.

But her smile fell. “I wish I could. But my flight starts boarding soon.”

As if on cue, there was an announcement over the intercom. “Hello passengers and welcome to Flight 306 to New Orleans. Right now, we will start boarding with our group one passengers and active duty military in uniform.” 

“That’s me,” she said with a sigh. “But it was good to see you, Marcus.” She reached out and squeezed his hand.

He squeezed her hand for a moment, keeping her still. “You know, I still don’t know your name.”

She paused and then laughed, a full-belly laugh that quickly had him laughing, too. “It’s-”

A passenger cart beeped as it zoomed by, carrying a few elderly women.

“Group one, you’re free to board. Group one,” the announcement seemed to echo in the terminal, overly loud on the old speakers.

He swore he saw her lips move. He did!

But then she was squeezing his fingers again and walking away.

                                                     **

The cherry blossoms were in bloom. Aside from the terrible crowds they brought and the overall mugginess that came with the season, it was one of the things he liked about living in DC. He was sitting on a bench and watching the wind blow through the trees, rustling the pink and white petals gently. His lunchbreak was ending soon and he’d have to get back to the office. The other agents had caught on about his “mysterious lady friend” when he’d finally arrived back from Chicago and had been ribbing him about it ever since. (“How did you not get her name already, Pike?!” A question for the ages.) He crumpled the wrapper from his sandwich and tossed it in the nearest bin, preparing to leave the park.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, just for a moment.

But when he opened them, she was standing in front of him like something out of his daydreams. She smiled at him before helping herself to the space beside him on the bench. “I was told you like this bench when the blossoms are in bloom.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Your fellow agents are very chatty, you know.”

“You came looking for me?”

“’Course. I was in town. The auction I need to attend isn’t until tonight and…yeah,” she trailed off, embarrassment coloring her tone as she looked away from him for a moment. “Yeah, I thought I’d see you.”

His smile was so big he was sure it was going to break his face. “I’m glad you did.” He reached out and curled his fingers around hers as they rested on the bench beside her legs.

Her smile was shy but she squeezed his fingers in return as she kept looking out over the cherry blossom trees. “It’s pretty here. I’d love to wake up and just see this.” She waved her free hand toward the blossoms.

“Well, it happens every year. You can come back.” Or you could stay, his traitorous, lovesick heart whispered. But no, he wouldn’t say that. No yet, at least. He could take this slow.

But then she kissed him, quick and soft—he nearly missed it. And she was quickly leaning back against the bench, trying to school her features into indifference.

“What is your name?” He asked, question bursting forward.

She guffawed and pulled her hand back with an exaggerated flourish, fighting another smile. “I told you at the airport!”

“There-there was a transport honking and-and an intercom and then you left-!”

She cupped his cheek in her hand and the words died in his throat. She smiled again, fighting a laugh, and whispered her name.

He whispered it back, rolling the letters across his tongue carefully, pressing it into his mind to keep and hold.

He liked her name.

Part Two

[atinybitofau]

S A N ⇨ mafia au

THE ONE WHERE SAN = SMILEY SATAN

part two

• he watches you.

• and he’s thinking to himself.

• fuck, this dumbass chick really had to be at the right place at the right time.

• he was the most wanted hitman in South Korea

• the most skilled hitman belonging to none other than the top class mafia group ATZ.

• he was trying to fill up his empty schedule that’s all.

• wanted to kill some low life useless fuckers for fun and extra money— why not.

• he never gave a single shit to care about meaningless souls like society’s proper.

• he’s the greatest hitman to ever live?

• why should he care.

• never spent more than 10 seconds looking at a face pretty or not.

• his tongue pokes at his cheek, leg bouncing underneath the tripod of his sniper in impatience before he lets out an exasperated groan.

• “Fucking bitch better move out of my way or I’ll blow her brains out too.” he mutters under his breath.

• he was losing too much oppurtunity.

• “5 seconds, San. Take the shot.”

• “I’m fucking trying! There’s some bimbo in my line of fire and I am not going to waste my time cleaning up her mess.”

• he sighs, finger hovering the trigger counting down from five.

• that is—

• till he stops at three as soon as you turn around.

• you’re gorgeous, he thinks.

• like no one other.

• his eyes narrow and his mouth waters at your beauty.

• special and nothing he’s ever laid eyes on before.

• satan’s gift to him after hard years of working for his ass.

• san’s lips part and he has to look out of the scope for better landscape.

• you smile and he’s shot down.

• he forgets for the last three seconds what he was supposed to be doing.

• “You dumbass. We missed the mark. Now we gotta wait two more hours. You better hope you can sit your cocky ass down for it all cause you are not taking your eyes off that scope, San.”

• with pleasure, he wants to reply to his boss but his finger grazes his lips instead of the trigger reveling on you.

• yeah he didn’t mind.

• fuck yeah he didn’t mind.

• not when you’re on the other side of the scope for him to drool over.

• it bogs him why you were working at that piece of garbage establishment and how he could slither you up his sleeve before he leaves.

• he sits back in his chair, watching you more than his target at this point.

• “San, are you paying attention this time?”

• he hears Hongjoong but he’s more intent on watching you then listening.

• you had curves for days and he couldn’t wait to get his blood stained hands on them.

• “10 seconds.”

• “San.”

• “4 seconds.”

• he packs his sniper, pulling out a small pistol from his weapon bag, strapping on a vest under his business suit.

• “What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?”

• “Gonna get the girl.”

• “SAN IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL—“

• he pulls out his in ear out before his boss could finish and practically runs to the building across.

• he has to get you.

• he won’t be able to think straight.

• wont be able to work straight without knowing he’d see your face every night he comes home.

• won’t kill anyone until he gets his reward.

• “Sir, I’m sorry but you can’t go in there.”

• San doesn’t like to wonder at a pretty face twice.

• at least one that’s not yours.

• he shoots the poor receptionist point blank and half the building with just a little pistol between his fingers.

• not knowing he got the target down in the process.

• but then he see’s you, the lone survivor.

• scared shitless behind your desk with wide eyes and trembling lips.

• “Hi.” he manages to say from his salivating mouth.

• so that’s what people’s faces look like, he thinks. two eyes, one pair of lips just like his.

• he’s never looked at another person for this long before.

• he’s thinking you’re the only person he’ll ever look at for that long. the only person he’ll ever give it worth.

• “Um, hi.”

• you kind of think he’s nice..

• for smiling at you before killing you.

• you think he has a nice smile for a psychopath.

• and that you might not want to haunt him later for killing everyone you hated in a span of 2 minutes.

• “You’re very pretty.”

• you let out a faint laugh of disbelief.

• there’s blood on his cheek, a smoking gun in his hand, and a heart okay with killing innocent lives.

• but he has the time to call you pretty instead of put a bullet through your skull?

• “I’m San.”

• “Y-Y/n.” you mumble tripping over your feet. “Ow. Sorry I’m y/n.”

• he smiles again this time teeth in full view.

• he may be a bad bad criminal but

• he’s got the most sweetest smile in the world.

• “Sorry for killing all your friends, sweetheart.”

• you blink shaking your head at the assassin. “S’okay. They’re not my friends.”

• “I’m glad. They were chumps anyway.” the corner of his lip curls up. “You got a family, y/n? Actual friends?”

• he approaches you.

• you take a step back not knowing what his intentions are.

• his gun seemed noncompliant by his side and you suddenly feel like he’s not trying to threaten you.

• quite the contrary actually.

• you have a weird feeling that maybe this charming assassin was trying to impress you.

• “My family.. my family don’t care what I do. My friends are just people I talk to every now and then.”

• in other words, you had nobody.

• but in no means were you trying to make a good impression.

• you just didn’t want to get killed.

• “I’m gonna give you two choices.”

• “Okay.” you were very obedient and it showed with your answer.

• you weren’t the type of girl who overstepped boundaries.

• he liked that.

• a little too much.

• “You’re either going to come home with me like a good girl— a very nice pretty girl I must add and stay with me until I die,”

• you swallow because you don’t necessarily see a way out.

• “Or I could just shoot you and leave you here with the rest of these dead useless no good rotten excuses for human bodies.”

• let’s see.

• spend your entire life damned to a hot psychopath killer who obviously thinks of you as the prettiest thing on the planet.

• OR

• die with a bunch of losers at a piece of garbage establishment where you never really belonged in the first place.

• “You.”

• now he feels like a twisted version of prince charming.

• he gets to run away with the girl.

• “I think you have the prettiest eyes.” he says as he rushes to you to hold your hand. “The prettiest smile.”

• he reminds you of a lovesick puppy when he looks at you.

• “You don’t talk to a lot of people do you, San?”

• he’s sweet to you.

• it bogs your mind how this sweet little bean was actually a heartless sociopath.

• “No.” he answered you proudly.

• you breath a soft chuckle and he thinks it’s the most precious thing in the world.

• if something were ever able to kill him, it’d definitely be you.

• “You’re gonna love me.” he says rubbing at the back of your hand, eyes dawned in obsession. “And I’m gonna love the shit out of you too. Is that okay, sweetheart? Are you okay with that?”

• “Y-yes.” you’re flattered and a little bit terrified. “Yeah, yeah that’s okay.”

• it’s not like you have a choice.

• his smile almost makes you convinced he’s not actually a cold blooded killer.

• anyone who would’ve saved you from that crap life of yours?

• you probably woulda loved anyway.

• but you definitely weren’t complaining that it was Choi San that ended up saving you.

• he’s just an assassin by day and your boyfriend by night.

• who knew the devil could be so sweet?

@atinybitofau