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jenscx · 8 months ago

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KISS ME MORE — ning yizhuo

tldr: my (22f) gay roommate’s (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. she’s one of my best friends but now i’m wondering if i could be homophobic.

tags fluff, crack, jealousy, non-idol au, roommates, based off that one reddit story, short fic, dialogue heavy, mentions of jmj, hi yunjin! tw for oblivious ning, pacing’s weird kinda

wordcount 5.2k

🎙️ author’s note: happy birthday ning! late fic ik… but i’ve been busy (i’m sorry 😞) hope our dearest main vocal stays happy for the rest of her life! can’t imagine aespa without her 🤍 happy reading~

r/relationships posted by

u/throwawaylizard 16 hours ago.

TLDR: my (22f) gay roommate’s (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. she’s one of my best friends but now i’m wondering if i could be homophobic.

i am currently roommates with this girl, A. we've been staying together ever since we graduated and we’re very close. sometimes we’ll even jokingly flirt with each other but she knows i’m straight and she has never made me uncomfortable before. i’m a foreigner and A has definitely helped me grow accustomed to the culture here. i owe it all to her. which is why i’m confused about my feelings right now.

i’ve never thought of myself to be discriminatory towards anyone and i always welcomed those different from me, regardless of their sexual orientation. however, recently my roommate has come out to me. i supported her and didn’t think much of it after. but here’s where the problem starts. she came back with a girl a few days ago that i recognise from our extended friend group. i have nothing against gay people but when i saw the girl, i just felt so upset. at first i thought it was because i was in a bad mood and all i wanted was to cuddle with A, but afterwards, A would progressively get more touchy with that girl (lets call her Y). every time i would see them, i just felt bad. i wanted to puke at the sight.

i caught them making out on the couch once and i got so pissed off. i think it was because of a rough day but basically when my roommate started to apologise, i just blew her off. Y seemed embarrassed too. i felt really bad afterwards since A was really hurt by my action. she asked me why i was so angry and i just lied saying that something at work made me upset. i don’t want to tell her that it was because seeing her with a girl that i was annoyed.

there was another incident where she brought Y to our weekly game night. all my friends seemed fine with her, except for me. one of my friends, let’s call her M, had to pull me aside to ask what was wrong with me. in that moment, i realised that i was only hurting A and Y by being a jerk. i’m normally a polite person but that day i was being unnecessarily rude to someone i didn’t even know. i chalked it up as wanting only the best for A since she’s a year younger than me and wanting to protect her. she doesn’t really date anyone and she’s very quiet. am i being unreasonable? i really don’t want to be homophobic. i told M all about my feelings of homophobia and she told me that she was dating a girl too. i didn’t know why she brought it up but then she asked if i felt any disgust towards her for being gay. i said no and that her sexual orientation would never change our friendship.

so she asked why do i only feel that way towards A? and i want to extend that question to everyone here too. can someone help? do you have any experience with something like this? i don’t want to lose A as a friend. she’s one of my best friends and i can’t see myself not standing beside her in the future. we’ve been through a lot together and i don’t want this to be the reason why we end our friendship. she’s never once complained about my dating life and it feels hypocritical to do the same to hers. but i just feel queasy whenever she brings up other girls. like i want to bash my head against the wall type.

do i have selective homophobia? can someone help?

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u/betterthingz01 | 12h

op i hate to break this to you… but i think you might be in love with your roommate.

u/throwawaylizard | 12h

can you elaborate? please!!!

u/flatearther | 11h

Are u sure u don’t have a crush on A? Or that u are straight?

u/throwawaylizard | 10h

uhm well i’m straight… so i don’t think i have a crush on A but if i was into girls, i’d definitely fall in love with her!! she’s really sweet and caring.

u/flatearther | 10h

Oh 😭😭

u/mingmingz | 7h

how do you feel if your roommate brought back a different girl? maybe you just don’t like Y as a person?

u/throwawaylizard | 7h

she used to bring other girls around too i think they were just friends though. i felt the same way but just seeing her kiss Y makes me want to throw up :((

u/blueskies444 | 5h

have u tried talking to ur roommate? i think communication is the best solution here

u/throwawaylizard | 4h

i talked to her a few days ago, asking her if she could stop bringing Y to our hangouts or apartment because it feels weird. our friend group only really consisted of five people and as bad as it sounds, Y just felt like an intruder. she kinda looked at me weird before agreeing. but then she asked if i would be fine if she went to Y’s apartment instead and obviously i said it wasn’t any of my business. A got a little upset and we haven’t been talking recently…

u/blueskies444 | 4h

i’m gonna be real w u for a sec and say that A is most definitely trying to get u jealous

u/throwawaylizard | 3h

why would she do that?

u/blueskies444 | 2h

yeahhh i’m not the one who should tell u why

“ning yizhuo, why am i getting messages from jimin unnie saying that she found your reddit post?” minjeong’s voice shrills out behind yizhuo. the girl shrinks, shivers running down her spine at the thought of anyone finding out about her post. she had resorted to reddit for help after much consideration and even aeri had said that reddit was surprisingly helpful at times.

“that’s not me! you’ve got the wrong person!”

minjeong rolls her eyes and tosses her phone onto yizhuo’s desk, “that’s literally you. ddongie would be upset to know that he’s a throwaway lizard.”

yizhuo instantly protests, “that just means that it isn’t my main account! i didn’t want people to find my real account.”

“oh, so you are throwaway lizard?”

she cowers at minjeong’s intense gaze, knowing that her little slip up just cost her whole facade.

“well the comments were helpful!”

“did you not reread what you typed out?”

minjeong’s genuine tone makes yizhuo hesitate.

“yeah? did i make a lot of spelling mistakes…?”

“no! did you not realise?” minjeong asks again. yizhuo huffs, swerving back around in her chair, “realise what? that i’m a bad friend? y/n hasn’t talked to me in days.”

just as she said in her reddit post, you haven’t spoken a word to her ever since that day she confronted you. yizhuo doesn’t think she was super mean with her words but the way you had reacted made it seemed like she killed your whole family.

she had only said, “hey, can you stop bringing yunjin over?” and her mere words had launched a full-blown argument where you had insinuated that yizhuo was jealous that you had someone to rely on.

it couldn’t have been further from the truth! yizhuo would never be upset about your happiness. any semblance of bitterness had lessened when she saw how bright your smile was or how much you were laughing when yunjin would tell a joke.

(she didn’t find it funny but at least you laughed. yunjin was the epitome of dad jokes. she was not funny.)

“she really hasn’t? wow, she’s determined,” minjeong chuckles.

yizhuo rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to her sketchbook. a few scrawned out designs, nothing much. just to take her mind off this situation for now. the pencil drawings somehow only manages to ensure that her brain constantly thinks about you though. how you encouraged her to enrol in a fashion course and how you were certain that yizhuo would become the biggest designer ever known.

she would giggle at your claims and humour you. now all that was left was your silence.

“why would she be determined to ignore me?” yizhuo asks, sighing, “i was upset but now it just seems like she thinks i don’t want her to be happy.”

minjeong raises an eyebrow, “what did the comments say? did they help?”

yizhuo huffs just thinking about the reddit comments. none of them really helped her to identify her feelings. just stating that she was gay and in love. both wrong!

“they said i’m in love with y/n and i’m jealous of yunjin,” she answers coolly, trying not to get too worked up over the false accusations.

minjeong winces, “do you think they’re right?”

yizhuo furrows her eyebrows.

“no?! i’m not gay!”

“but do you like y/n?”

“no! she’s just a very good friend!”

the brunette sighs, “that’s what they all say.”

“minjeong!”

yizhuo couldn’t be in love with you. no way. you were really just a good friend. one of her closest. she adored you greatly and wanted the best for you.

“so why are you so upset?” minjeong asks.

“i don’t know! that’s why i’m asking reddit! but now i just look like an idiot,” yizhuo groans, wanting to pull her hair out of frustration, which truly shows how irritated she was. she would never harm her hair.

“yizhuo, have you ever considered that you’re not as straight as you thought?”

yizhuo turns back to face minjeong, who’s sitting on her bed. she thinks back to all the times you’ve hung out with her. the lingering touches of comfort. the warmth she felt whenever you spoke.

she just wants her friend back. and she doesn’t know why she’s acting so unreasonable. could minjeong have a point? what if yizhuo…

“oh my gosh! i’m jealous since she’s out and gay—”

minjeong lights up, squealing, “yes!”

“and i’m just a straight girl without any confidence! i’m jealous of her confidence!”

minjeong deflates almost instantly.

yizhuo knows she’s right, so she immediately hatches a plan to talk to you. one comment said communication was vital in preserving this friendship, so yizhuo jumped into action. she knew you had your shifts at night and yizhuo could catch you off-guard right after. your work usually ended late and yizhuo always dozed off on the couch waiting for you. recently that routine has been broken, of course, but that’s when you’re most susceptible to vulnerability. yizhuo needed space to be honest and truthful.

thus, she waits patiently in the living room. yizhuo’s not really sure how long your shift lasts but she normally hears your keys jingle at midnight, so maybe then?

she waits an hour. then another. and then another. she spends the time scrolling on instagram, a frown forming on her face when yunjin appears on her feed.

then, finally, she hears the door creaking. jumping up from her lying position, yizhuo sits upright, focused.

“oh,” is your first word to her. not ‘hi’, or ‘hello’, just an acknowledgment.

yizhuo blinks at the sight of you in your work attire. but she quickly shoves the thought of how attractive you looked into the back of her mind.

“hey,” she winces at her own unfamiliar tone, “can we talk?”

you stare at her in shock before reluctantly nodding.

“yeah, sure.”

she pats the space next to her and clears her throat as you sit down.

“i know i’ve kind of been a jerk lately especially to you and yunjin, but i just want to say that i’m sorry.”

surprise flickers in your eyes, “oh.”

“i talked to minjeong unnie and it really cleared things up. i realised that i was upset because it felt like we weren’t as close as before. knowing that someone like yunjin could come replace me. i was jealous that you had someone while i didn’t. it felt like you were moving on without me, so i got a bit angry. i’m really sorry for the way i treated you and yunjin.”

(their first interaction really went poorly. yizhuo had came home, ready for a long movie night, just to find a random girl (well, not really random) sprawled out on her couch.

“i’m home,” yizhuo calls out, carefully approaching the body. long and lanky is the first thing she notices. and the bright red hair. yizhuo dyed her hair red before, it stained her pillowcase cover. she wonders if this girl’s pillowcase covers are stained with red dye too.

“hey, how was your day?” you ask, laying beside the girl, “sorry, this is yunjin. we just finished a gym session together with aeri unnie. minjeong unnie knows her.”

no wonder why you were barely dressed. yizhuo scrunches her nose at the sight of yunjin’s arm wrapped around your bare torso. she nods and asks quietly, “why is she here?”

you laugh, “i was bragging about my post-gym lunch and she said she wanted to try.”

yizhuo’s never tried your cooking before. she feels a little out of place now.

“ah, okay,” she replies dryly, not bothering to keep her volume down, “is she going to be here all day?”

yunjin wakes up at the commotion, a little disoriented as she shifts.

“oh, shit. sorry, y/nnie,” yunjin yawns, sitting up, “sorry ning, i accidentally fell asleep.”

“it’s yizhuo. only my friends call me ning,” she spits out. you send her a scalding look that makes her want to retract her words, “whatever. sorry. see you guys later.”

at night, just before you leave for your shift, you reprimand her, saying that she was extremely rude to someone she didn’t even know. yizhuo had tuned out most of your scolding, not wanting to hear you defend yunjin.)

“oh…”

yizhuo swallows harshly, squeezing her eyes shut, “i just need you to know i’m not praying for your downfall or anything. i want the best for you, especially since you feel like my younger sister.”

as soon as she finishes her little speech, she opens her eyes to your flabbergasted expression. eyebrows furrowed with your mouth agape.

“uhm… can you forgive me?”

yizhuo really needs you to forgive her. she doesn’t know what she would do if you decided that this was the breaking point for your friendship. she would respect your decision but still, it wouldn’t be nice. who would want that? and if you decided to end the friendship, what would happen with the apartment? yizhuo really likes being roommates with you. it would suck to have to find another roommate as meticulous as you.

“well— uhm, of course,” you stutter, “i gotta go shower. sorry.”

“oh, okay.”

just as you’re about to get up, yizhuo reaches for your hand, “we’re okay, right?”

she watches your throat bobble before rasping out, “yes. we’re fine.”

wow! yizhuo mentally pats herself on the back.

that was so easy. it felt like a whole weight got lifted off her chest. yizhuo smiles to herself and enters her own room, proud.

(meanwhile, in your own room, you vent to yunjin, bewildered by yizhuo’s obliviousness.

“she said i’m like a sister! her absolute gall! and she said it’s because she’s upset she doesn’t have someone like me! your whole jealousy tactic didn’t do shit!”

“girl, calm down. i didn’t know you liked the dumb ones. who knew she was so stupid?”)

you stare at yizhuo, who’s trying her best not to show any disdain for the way yunjin’s arm was slung over your shoulder. she must either be extremely self-repressed or just stupid. probably both. unless she didn’t actually like you. that thought, you didn’t dare to entertain. the once confident and bold girl had turned into this timid and shy kitten.

“take a shot if you’ve kissed someone in this room before!” aeri reads out the card before gulping down her drink. minjeong and jimin do the same and so do a few others. when yunjin shakes you ever so slightly, you take the initiative to swallow down the burning sensation. yizhuo’s glare narrows before she turns away entirely.

subtly grinning at her act of jealousy, you hum happily. there’s an outcry of people asking who aeri kissed and the attention shifts away. most people in your extended friend group had assumed you and yunjin to be dating. the only people who knew the truth were minjeong and aeri. jimin was kept in the dark since well, truthfully, she couldn’t keep a secret from yizhuo.

“take a shot if you ever kissed someone of the same gender.”

there’s more people drinking this time. you drink yours after a refill and so does yunjin. your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when yizhuo drinks as well. wasn’t she straight?

“who did you kiss?!” jimin screeches.

yizhuo wipes her lips, glistening with alcohol, “a friend. it was a dare in high school.”

you listen with rapt attention as aeri eggs on, “was it good? are girls better than guys?”

“well, it was definitely less sloppy,” yizhuo shrugs, giggling. her blush has worsened under the lighting and you can tell she’s at least tipsy now. the redness was currently spreading throughout her cheekbones and neck. you would coo at the adorable sight of her pouting and playing with the soju bottle if she wasn’t the stupidest girl on earth. you noticed how yizhuo drank every time yunjin squeezed your shoulder or you leaned into her touch. was she seriously still so thick?

“take a shot if you ever crushed on someone in this room,” aeri groans, downing her glass again. you drink yours and others follow. it wasn’t unexpected. you were seventy percent sure that most of the guys had crushed on jimin before, at least for a second. or maybe hanbin. he was cute too. that, you could admit.

“aeri… why are all the questions about dating?!” jimin whines, flopping onto the carpeted floor. minjeong winces before exclaiming, “i think she’s drunk now. let’s call it a night, okay?”

you agree. yizhuo looks seconds away from passing out as well and despite your recent gym endeavours, you do not want to carry a twenty four year old woman back home. yunjin taps your side and slyly tilts her head towards yizhuo, who’s leaning against the couch.

“go save your princess, romeo,” she whispers and stands to help minjeong clean up.

after all the bottles had been cleared, you crouched to yizhuo’s eye level, “ning, let’s go. it’s time to go home.”

her eyelids flutter open and she blinks at you wearily, “home?”

you nod, standing to wrap her arm over your shoulder to steady her. finally on her two feet, you bid goodbye to everyone and make your way home, albeit slowly.

every minute or so, yizhuo would jolt and nearly topple over. right as you reach your place, she leans over to the sidewalk drain and gags. you let go instantly and take out your phone to record her. next time she wants to get drunk, you’ll just show her the video. let her reflect.

“yizhuo, hurry up, i wanna shower,” you complain, dragging the hem of her shirt.

“o-okay…!”

“uhm, you have to get up.”

yizhuo nods again, wobbling as she stands. you grip her wrist and pull her into the apartment lobby. her body weighs heavily onto yours in the lift and you huff at the stench of alcohol.

“you smell bad,” you sigh.

“really?” yizhuo giggles, “you don’t like it?” the elevator dings.

she turns around to rest her head on your shoulder.

“i shouldn’t have gotten so drunk…”

“no kidding. c’mon you big baby.”

finally, after much effort, you manage to get yizhuo onto the couch. you’re heaving and panting at the end but at least she’s comfortable.

“please never get this drunk again,” you groan, flopping onto the couch.

yizhuo moans, “not my fault.”

“yeah? who’s fault is it then?”

she flips herself around, facing the ceiling, “y-yours.”

“how is it my fault?”

“you and yunjin…” she slurs out and your heart leaps.

“how is it our fault?”

“you keep touching each other,” yizhuo inhales sharply before mumbling, “i hate it…”

grinning, you pat her back.

“yeah. it’s my fault. sorry baby.”

“hmfph…”

r/relationships posted by

u/throwawaylizard 4 hours ago.

UPDATE: my (22f) gay roommate’s (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. she’s one of my best friends but now i’m wondering if i could be homophobic.

hi guys! so i know some of you all have been asking for an update and here it is. there’s really nothing much that has changed? we’re back to normal, mostly. A doesn’t bring Y around as much anymore which honestly, should make me feel guilty but i don’t. we had a talk and i think it went rather well. i told her i felt like i was left behind and she forgave me for being so shitty.

it feels like this was just a hurdle in our friendship and we’re closer than ever. she’s become really touchy with me and i appreciate that things are back to normal. she’s been initiating talks and hangout sessions which boosts my mood immensely. i’m really happy with the progress we made. we’ve even started cooking together and it feels awesome. Y had tasted her cooking before and i didn’t. so it felt like this hole in my heart had been patched up. our movie nights have become solely ours and everything’s great. she’s the sweetest girl i know and the most caring, so i really do feel happy that i have my best friend and roommate back. our cold war was doing a toll on my mental and physical health but a simple conversation had cleared the air so easily.

sometimes when she brings up Y since she still hangs out with her, i do feel a little upset. she told me they aren’t dating, just good friends. but other than that, we’re cool. thanks for all the comments! i’m glad i’m not homophobic :D

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u/imissher | 3h

op you can’t be serious…

u/throwawaylizard | 3h

? what’s wrong

u/imissher | 2h

it feels as if you haven’t really solved this ‘homophobia’ issue. just put it off to the side.

u/throwawaylizard | 2h

IM NOT HOMOPHOBIC 😭

u/mingzmingz | 2h

well i’m glad? as long as you guys are happy ig. idk what’s up with gay people

u/throwawaylizard | 2h

thank you! i’m not gay though.

u/japansfinest | 1h

HOLY SHIT NING

u/throwawaylizard | 1h

OMG DONT DOX ME???

u/japansfinest | 1h

GIRL BE SERIOUS RN 😐😐

u/1800hotnfun | 1h

i strive to live as blissfully ignorant as you, op

u/throwawaylizard | 1h

not very sure if this is a compliment.

things had reverted back to normal. yizhuo was happy again and it seemed like everything was fine.

so how did she get here?

yizhuo had simply gone out to get groceries for your dinner together and when she arrived home, hands full of plastic bags, she heard the tail of your conversation over the phone.

“i don’t think she’s picking up my hints, yun,” you say in hushed whispers, “maybe she really is straight. or she just doesn’t like me.”

despite yizhuo’s moral compass, she decides to listen in on your conversation. she’s never heard of you liking someone before, or being so insecure. what girl wouldn’t like you back? and you liked a straight girl too?

she can’t hear yunjin’s reply but you let out an exasperated sigh, “maybe she thinks i’m just being a really good friend. i thought she would have already realised i liked her by now. your whole jealousy plan didn’t work either. i mean, it did but not really.”

yizhuo slowly twists the door knob before loudly announcing, “i’m home!”

she hopes that by now, you would have ended the call so she wouldn’t have to interact with yunjin at all.

“oh,” she catches the anxiety in your voice, “did you get everything?”

“yup. there was a sale on apples, so i got those too,” yizhuo says, a little too cheerfully, but she wants to cover up any nervousness. as she places the bags on the kitchen counter, you stand up to help unpack everything.

while you start to arrange all the groceries, yizhuo thinks about your words. liking someone. a girl. a straight girl who was potentially oblivious to your advances?

yizhuo scrunches her nose.

sounds…

familiar.

“hey, did you get healthier milk? the one with less sugar added.”

as you twirl around to ask, yizhuo’s heart gets caught in her throat.

she was the straight oblivious girl.

“uh— yeah. i got both,” she gestures awkwardly to the pile of bags. you nod and go back to sorting everything out. god, she needs a breather. trudging to the couch, she sighs as the softness envelops her. she couldn’t wrap her head around this— you liked her? potentially? definitely?

yizhuo spends the next few minutes having an existential crisis. she was straight! the straight girl that you liked! and that whole jealousy thing with yunjin! you planned that! she can’t believe it. all her nights were spent debating whether she was homophobic or not and it was all a rouse to get her jealous? well, was she jealous? minjeong had seemed intent on getting her to admit that, which she did. but maybe it was because she was jealous of yunjin.

not for taking up your time.

but for being able to touch you and hold you in ways she can’t.

holy shit. she’s not as straight as she once thought.

and she has a huge crush on her roommate.

how could she let reddit comments be right?!

yizhuo stares blankly at the ceiling. you call out from the kitchen, “do you want white or red wine?”

she stands up from the couch, resolute in her decision now.

no wonder you had looked so offended after she sister zoned you! yizhuo would hate it too if all she was to you was an unnie. she wanted— no, needed to be your everything.

“yizhuo?” you ask again, examining the two bottles of wine.

yizhuo almost sprints into the kitchen. the sight of you with your hair up, the cute lace white apron wrapped around your waist, and your focused expression. it has her drooling. everything was so domestic.

how hasn’t yizhuo noticed this sooner?

“white wine please,” she answers when you’re within arms reach.

“are we drinking the whole bottle?”

she stretches out her arms to engulf your body in hers and reads the label on the wine bottle over your shoulder. taking gratification in the way your body shudders, yizhuo hides a pleased smirk.

“hm, should we?” she whispers hotly beside your ear. you shiver before muttering, “maybe. is tonight a special occasion?”

“i mean, it could be,” yizhuo grins, “you were promoted recently, right?”

tonight was one of your day-offs, and you came back recently, boasting about the extra time off you got from being promoted. of course that was celebrated with a simple get together with friends. but yizhuo didn’t get her own special celebration with you.

“yeah? okay, we’ll drink it all then.”

yizhuo smiles into your hair. she’s never felt happier. knowing that her inner frustrations had been settled finally. you were just trying to get her jealous. a good attempt nonetheless, it worked incredibly well. but now she’s certain of her own feelings.

“you smell nice,” she blurts out.

“i used your shampoo. ran out of mine.”

“mhm. smells good.”

yizhuo spots the hint of satisfaction on your face.

“are you complimenting yourself right now?”

“i have really good taste,” she states.

you roll your eyes playfully before detaching her arms but she just slithers them back into place.

“ning, i have to cook.”

“hold on,” she mumbles, “i think we can celebrate another thing.”

sensing your confusion, she continues brazenly, “we can celebrate our first night as a couple, right?”

“what—”

“i’m sorry for being so oblivious this whole time. i got so pissy because i was jealous. apparently, i’m not straight. or i just like you, i don’t know yet. all i know is that i envision myself by your side,” yizhuo explains, “everytime you mentioned yunjin i got upset and it’s because i thought you guys were dating. that’s why i didn’t like any of the girls you brought home either. i’m sorry for saying you’re like my sister. i like you a lot. not in a straight girl way.”

she hears you gasp and she can’t bring herself to continue without your reaction. yizhuo’s been through so much struggle with coming to terms with her identity and feelings and now she wants to get it all out.

“are you serious?” you ask without facing her. she chuckles at the redness at the tips of your ears.

“yeah. sorry for being a jerk. it was because i like you.”

“ning yizhuo— i… wait, let go of me for a minute. i wanna look at you.”

reluctantly, she does so.

you look so pretty under the kitchen light, yizhuo thinks.

“uhm, where do i even start?” you chuckle awkwardly, “i really thought you were into me when we first met and when you said you were straight… i think my heart died a little! but it’s okay, since you’ve been such a great friend to me. i must admit that yunjin did volunteer to be my plot device to make you jealous. i was hurt when you were being rude, so i’m happy you apologised. i like you too. a lot.”

yizhuo grins, heart beating wildly against her chest.

“can you say that again?”

“i like you a lot, yizhuo. can’t believe you called me a sister though.”

“i said i was sorry!”

r/relationships posted by

u/throwawaylizard 7 hours ago.

LAST UPDATE: my (22f) gay roommate’s (21f) dating life makes me feel weird. she’s one of my best friends but now i’m wondering if i could be homophobic.

hello! i’m glad to announce that this situation has finally been settled with a happy ending. i would like to give you guys a proper explanation and ending for all the help you provided.

first of all, yes, i’m not straight. or maybe i just like A. i haven’t explored that part yet but also, i’m in love with my roommate. i was jealous of all the girls she brought over and i wanted to be the one holding her and making her laugh.

second of all, you guys were right. she was using Y to make me jealous and it worked. so maybe she’s the real mastermind.

and lastly, we’re finally dating. we’ve been taking things slow for now since this is all new to me but A has been incredibly sweet and supportive (as she always is). it’s just a new experience but i’m willing to do anything as long as A is by my side.

thank you all for the help and comments!

it turns out i don’t have any problems with A kissing girls if it’s me she’s kissing.

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aayakashii · 3 months ago

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Okay so. The new Sho cards pushed me over the edge and I'll just publish this in multiple chapters because I can't contain it anymore and I kinda wanna know what people think to get some motivation skfhskdjhd

TW: sexual content, a bit of angst. Usage of the word senpai because I think it's kinda hot sorry. Sho is bad at feelings. MDNI

objects in the mirror are closer than they appear – ch. 1

Sometimes you could feel when things had to come to an end - a subtle shift in the atmosphere and then, suddenly, your gut knew of what you had to do, even before your mind could catch up to it. The realization settled uncomfortably in your lungs, like words begging to be said. It was interesting, even if a bit cruel: your body knew what you needed even if you tried, tirelessly, to turn your gaze away from the glaring truth. But you just couldn’t pretend not to see it anymore.

You were laying under the thin sheets of Sho's bed as you have done before time and time again, feeling the dried sweat stick to your skin uncomfortably. By your side, he was scrolling through social media on his phone, oblivious to the conflict brewing in your chest.

After a while, it all began feeling empty – that age-old dance of limbs, and lips and tongues. At least to you. You knew men could stick their dick into anything and they'd be plenty satisfied.

And for a little while, you thought you could be satisfied with only that too.

When he said he wasn't looking for a relationship, but couldn't deny the attraction you both felt for each other – when he asked you to be his friend with benefits, just pleasure and no strings attached – you thought you could do that too. You thought you'd be fine. You were grown, right? Life isn't a fairytale after all, you weren't granted a primce charming, much less to have your feelings reciprocated by the one person you liked.

Still, this wasn't even that bad. It was easy. Simple. No commitment. You could do easy. You could do that.

Right?

It wasn't your fault, really. You just weren't aware of how much you wanted any kind of connection with Sho to understand that a relationship as loose as that was the last thing you needed from him.

But neither was it his fault.

You were the one who had fallen for him, entering an agreement while already breaking the one rule you two had: no strings attached.

Your mind kept racing back and forth, anxiety wrenching your stomach, until it became too hard to keep the thoughts to yourself.

"Sho." you called, throat hurting with the swell of all the words that have spent way too long unsaid.

"Yeah?" he replied, staring at his phone.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

“You still don't plan on getting into a relationship, do you?” You murmured, fiddling with your bitten nails.

Sho blinked, stopping his doom scrolling to look at you.

“What?” He had chucked his bandana elsewhere at some point, too focused on what you two were doing to care much about the neatness of his hair. You hated how you still thought he looked gorgeous even when he was messy like that.

“You don't want a relationship. Right?” You raised your voice, even though it sounded weak to your own ears. “You still don't want one.”

He ran his fingers through his damp hair, sighing as if he was bracing for a conversation he didn't want to have.

“Yeah, no. I don't want a relationship right now. Why?”

You gave him a crooked smile and shook your head.

“Nothing. I was just thinking.” You picked up your discarded clothes from the floor. You didn't miss how his eyes raked over your body as you dressed up, but instead of feeling flattered, you could only pay attention to the deeply rooted bitterness in your core.

“Gonna go home.” You announced with a sniffle, grabbing your bag.

“Not gonna eat with me?” He asked with a small pout, sounding genuinely disappointed and it made you want to scream.

You just shook your head instead.

“No, I have some things I gotta do at my dorm.” You walked out, awkwardly evading his eyes as you did so. “Bye, Sho.”

“Oh… okay. Bye. I'll text you later.” You heard him say before you could close the door.

And when you got back to your dorm, right before entering the shower, you deleted his contact number.

You didn't harbor any type of hatred towards Sho – if anything, at least he never lied and made promises he would never fulfill. He was straightforward. He didn't want anything else from you that wasn't your friendship or your body.

But even if your rational, objective mind knew that, it didn't stop the hurt. You couldn't stand to see his face at all.

His messages were deleted as soon as they arrived on your phone (you couldn't just block him, you WERE the inspector after all) and you were doing a great job of avoiding him at any cost. You weren't ready to see him so soon after you decided to get over him. It was only fair.

And you still liked him. You missed him – his friendship, how easy it felt to be with him, his gentleness towards you, his hands on your body and his lips on your skin. But you couldn't just keep on torturing yourself with unrequited love.

Loving without getting anything back was tiring, taxing. The subconscious expectation of him finally falling for you after yet another fuck was always there, no matter how hard you tried to shoo it away. No matter how much the display of intimacy meant to you, it just wasn’t the same for him.

No one would come to swoop in and save you, nor did it seem like he planned to change his mind.

You had to save yourself, once and for all – and it all had to start with you cutting him off.

Maybe it was a bit harsh to just stop all contact all of a sudden, but as much as he didn't owe you his feelings, you didn't owe him excuses. It was easy – it was over. As smoothly as it had started.

And you hoped the healing would come as easily as well.

It had been, what? Almost a week? And Sho had yet to catch the littlest glimpse of you.

He wasn't one for dramatics, but he was pretty sure he was almost going insane. He went over all of your last interactions in his head, trying to find the culprit for your disappearance as he aggressively diced vegetables.

What happened? Did he say something? Did he do something? Why weren't you replying to any of his messages? Why weren't you visiting him at his work? Where the fuck were you, for fuck's sake?

“Careful. You're gonna cut a finger off.” Leo said in a sing-songy voice, right beside him. Sho gasped, the tight grip he had on his knife faltering and almost nicking his skin.

“What the fuck, Leo.” Sho barked the words harshly. He pushed himself away from the counter and ran a hand over his head. “I almost actually cut myself.”

Leo shrugged.

“Not my fault you're jumpy lately. What's going on, by the way? Did honor roll dump you?” his amber-like eyes glinted as he smirked, already eager to watch his reaction to his calculated nudges.

Sho only eyed him with a raised eyebrow.

“Dump me?” He grabbed a napkin, mindlessly wiping his hands as he began to feel restless at the mention of you. “We were never dating.”

At that, Leo widened his eyes, much to Sho's own confusion.

“You weren't dating? Fuck off.” he scoffed, in disbelief.

“No? We weren't dating. I said I didn't want a relationship. It was just some fun from time to time.” He murmured, the words feeling awfully bitter in his tongue. When he said it so plainly and out loud, it all felt so hollow. It felt cheap.

Leo's jaw dropped.

“Oh, so– Ohhh... Oh, damn. So you were just fucking them? Damn.” He whistled. “I kinda expected that from you, but not from them.” Leo giggled. “That's some humiliation kink if I've ever seen one.”

Sho furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes, explicitly aggravated by how dense Sho could be.

“I mean… To accept to be your fuck buddy just to be around you and get a little taste of you. That's pathetic, don't you think?”

Sho blinked, breath suddenly hitching in his throat.

“What– that's– no. We're just friends.”

Leo laughed humorlessly.

“Maybe you think like that, but they definitely want more. They're always looking at you with that stupid little lovesick look, like this "hi sho~ yes, oh fuck, yes, right there, don't stop sho~" Leo faked a loud moan, one hand moving up and down in a jerking motion, with his tongue out.

Sho pushed him without a second of hesitation, Leo's back hitting a shelf full of pots and pans that rattled loudly. He laughed, even though a grimace painted his features at the ear-splitting noise.

“Fucking stop. That.” Sho warned through gritted teeth, stabbing one finger on Leo's chest.

Leo swatted his hand away, rolling his eyes again.

“Not my fault you're slow and blind. But maybe it doesn't matter now.”

Sho's eye twitched, watching as Leo moved through the mess of his kitchen, making his way to the door.

“What do you mean by that?”

Leo sighed as the breeze of the outside air hit his face as soon as the truck's door was opened. He turned to face Sho.

“They haven't been around right? That's why you're so stressed. I guess they're probably trying to move on since you're doing the whole ‘dont wanna date’ thing”.

Sho is silent, indigo eyes stormy with poorly contained anger.

“I mean.” He shrugged, turning back to descend the dangerous stairs of the food truck. “You'd do better with someone hotter anyway. But find someone else soon so you'll stop being so hissy. It's pissing me off.”

Sho flinched as Leo slammed the door shut.

And alone, in the silence, Sho began to be haunted by his thoughts.

He wasn't stupid. He knew there was something there, brewing silently inside your chest, but he also chose to ignore it.

He saw it in the stolen glances and how you held his hands when he hovered over you. He saw it in the way you refused to kiss him; in the way you explained that you’d reserve your kisses for someone who actually loved you, not a fuck buddy.

He remembered quite well the pang he felt in his chest when you said that, reverberating through bones with the same grimness of a death knell.

And he ignored it as well. There was nothing good that could come out of making things more complicated. Why should he? Wasn’t everything already too hard, being a fucking ghoul, being his brother’s dog, being in Darkwick, being a business owner… Why should he add another layer of complexity into his days? Wasn’t it okay to keep things easy?

But if Leo was right, then maybe you breaking the agreement was for the best – you were merely following the rules you two had set, back when he proposed it to you: no strings attached, no feelings. You were being responsible with your emotions and his boundaries.

And even knowing all that, Sho already fucking missed you way too much.

'No, scratch that', he shook his head, thinking to himself. He wasn’t missing you, per se. He was missing your body: the way his fingers sunk in the plushness of your flesh; the arch of your back when he hit a good spot; your breathless moans when he set a pace that was too overwhelming for you – yes. That's what he was missing. He was just missing the sex – having abstinence symptoms.

Right? Right. Yes.

He just had to suck it up like a proper man. Jerk the edge off and move on with his days.

He wouldn’t deny himself, however, of at least properly breaking things off with you. He thought he deserved that, at least.

The next time Sho saw you, he had to corner you before you could spot him and run away, like you two were in some weird game of cat and mouse. You were leaving the bathroom, and he all but pounced right next to you, grabbing your arm firmly.

“Senpai. We need to talk.” he blurted out as you turned around on your heel, gasping.

“Sho! Holy shit! You almost gave me a heart attack!” you panted, placing a hand on your chest. He frowned.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to spook you, but you’ve been avoiding me so my only solution was cornering you.” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

You looked away, opening your mouth as if you were about to retort his words, but nothing came out. Instead, you just sighed.

“Look-”

“I know you want to break off the agreement.” Sho interrupted you, words stumbling on each other as if he was afraid you’d disappear in any given moment, despite how firmly he kept holding your arm. “I- I know you don’t wanna… keep doing all that. And I just wanted to say I respect your wishes.”

At that, you blinked, widening your eyes. He scowled, looking away.

“No need to look so surprised. I’m not some monster, you know.”

You chuckled for a moment, and Sho swallowed thickly, eyes locked onto your lips as he realized how much he had missed hearing your voice and your laugh.

“I know you’re not.”

He frowned, an unwanted bitterness blooming inside his chest and seeping through his words.

“Then why did you disappear?” He said, a bit more sharply than intended. “You’ve been ignoring all of my messages. You haven't stepped foot in Vagastrom in a week. You aren't even eating lunch at my truck. We could have just talked in person, instead of you straight up ghosting me.”

You slowly pulled your arm from his grasp and he let go, albeit hesitant.

“I just…” you stared at him, gaze boring into his eyes. Sho noticed the pain in your expression and it made him suppress a shudder. Maybe Leo wasn’t wrong.

“I just realized we have different goals, I guess? I… I actually want one. A relationship, I mean. And you don’t. So I guess- I guess it’s just not gonna work anymore. Our agreement.”

He nodded slowly.

“Okay… but still, we could have talked. I thought we were friends.”

You laughed humorlessly, shaking your head. The pit inside his stomach grew with each second.

“Sho, I– Um.” you licked your lips, looking away “I don’t know if that’s gonna be possible for a while. Us being friends.”

His breath hitched on his throat.

“Why?”

“Because I have– I have feelings for you...?” you tilted your head, as if you were searching for the proper words, then nodded. He felt his heart stop at your words, but you just continued your spiel, none the wiser.

“Yeah, I guess I could put it this way. I entered the agreement already being in–" you cleared your throat, cutting your words off, but Sho knew all too well what you kept yourself from saying.

"I entered the agreement already having those feelings. I did it all just to be close to you. But it began hurting me, the ‘no strings attached’ thing. It was my fault, really. I knew nothing would come out of it. You made your boundaries very clear, but I kept on pushing. I just can’t push it anymore.”

The ground seemed to have disappeared from under his feet. He felt like his body was floating – unmoored, helpless, aimless – drifting through the space that surrounded you two. His thoughts were like cotton in his head as your words reached his ears.

You were doing what was right – you were respecting both of your boundaries. Things were askew from the beginning. Snipping the sickness in the bud was the right thing for you and for him.

Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing a lot more than he bargained for.

“To heal, I need to get over you. I can’t be your friend right now. I can't spend time with you, I can't see you otherwise all of this–” you gestured to your chest, smiling sadly. “–will never go away. Sorry. Maybe when I’m over it, we can be friends again. Right now… I’d like to ask you to only talk to me in case of emergencies, please.”

When he just kept staring at you, silent, you sighed. You squeezed one of his arms and muttered a goodbye under your breath, quickly walking away and into a classroom, before he could grab you again.

Before he knew, Sho was alone and you were nowhere in sight. For good, this time.

Hi please comment or rb with tags letting me know what you think and if you like this idea, I really need the motivation to write again because the block has been AWWWWWFUL

Also yes, this little snippet here is supposed to be from this fic! Something that will happen later on :3

Thanks for reading and again: please interact with me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

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emeraldserenade · 2 months ago

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Fall In Love ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you finally meet your best friend's family

tw: fem!reader, best friend's older brother!Joaquín, college aged!reader, slight age gap (like 4 years), barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I don't know how I got this idea but I'm kinda in love with it

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Liliana had been your best friend for years, you met her at the beginning of your senior year of high school when you moved to Arizona. You had never met her family before, you've asked but she was nervous.

"Lili, come on, what's the worst that can happen?" You questioned as you stood in her room as she got ready. You two were staying at a hotel while visiting her family and family home over spring break.

"Oh, I don't know, my family hates you and then I sadly have to choose," she spun towards you as she finished putting her shirt on. "Or, worse, Joaquín and you fall in love," she sighed and you laughed at her.

"Lili, why would I fall in love with Joaquín?" You laughed some more but she just got up and left you alone in her room.

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You were fucked, you knew exactly why Liliana was worried about you falling in love with Joaquín. He was hot, exactly your type, and, from what you have seen in the fifteen seconds you've seen her family, unbelievably kind.

"Damn it, y/n," Liliana grabbed your arm and roughly pulled you away from her family before they even noticed you two. "You're already in love with him," she rubbed her forehead and you didn't get a chance to respond before her family spotted you.

"Ah, Lili, mi hija," her mother was the first to notice you two.

"Hi, mamá," Liliana hugged her mom and grabbed your arm after they pulled away. "This is y/n," she introduced you to her mom, and by proximity the rest of her family.

"Hi," you gave them an awkward wave but you were greeted with a hug by almost everyone instead.

"It's so good to finally meet you, querida," her mom gushed and just like that you were mashed into her family super well.

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"See Lili, you were worried about nothing," you told her as you finally got a moment to sit. Her family was admit about talking you as soon as possible and you were more than happy to oblige.

"Yeah, you really do fit into my family," she told you but her face set hard when her eyes landed on her brother. "He seems to like looking at you," she sneered and you laughed, her expression turned even more sour when Joaquín's expression tool on a more soft look.

"Lili, I'm sure you're reading too much into this," you told her, looking over at the one person you had yet to talk to.

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You really had to stop saying things, you were currently alone with Joaquín in the kitchen and kissing him like your life depended on it. You're not sure how it started but Joaquín had you pressed against a counter with one hand between your lower back and the edge and the other gripping your hip. Your hand were locked behind his neck and both of your hips slowly moving against each other.

"Are you joking?" Liliana's voice made both of you pull away from each other, you grimaced at her expression. She turned and walked off and you watched her leave.

"I'm sorry, I need to go talk to her," you muttered to Joaquín, he nodded but planted one more kiss to your lips before let you go. You made your way through the house, checking rooms and groups of people, you found Liliana in her childhood room.

"Go away," she muttered and you sighed.

"I'll leave but you need to hear me out first," you told her, leaning on the door frame. She was looking out the window with her back to you, but you could tell she nodded. "I'm sorry, ok. I don't remember how it happened but it did. I know you didn't want us to fall in love, and we haven't," she spun to face you at that.

"That's the problem!" She shouted and you could hear footsteps approaching but said nothing. "I could handle you two falling in love because at least then you'd end up my sister, but if you don't then you're going to be heartbroken and I'll have to face the fact that my older brother broke my best friend's heart," she ranted and you moved aside so Joaquín could stand in the doorway with you.

"Lili," you started talking again. "You've known me for years, you've been through every heartbreak and relationship since we met with me. When have I ever made you deal who broke my heart?"

"That isn't the point, the point is that I love both of you and having to chose would kill me," she told you.

"You wouldn't have to chose, Lili," you stepped into her room and gently grabbed her upper arms. You slid your hands down her arms to grasp her hands. "I would never make you chose," you assured her. "If you needed to chose, for whatever reason, I would never take you away from your family."

"I know and that's why you're my best friend," she told you, her eyes darted between you and Joaquín. "I'm leaving you two alone now, just, keep it pg in my room please."

"So, you're ok with me and her?" Joaquín spoke for the first time since he joined.

"Yeah, whatever, just please don't break her heart. I do want her to be my sister," she patted Joaquín on the shoulder and you shook your head in amusement.

"Well, you heard her," Joaquín walked to you, his hands landing on you waist. "And I believe we were in the middle of something," Joaquín started to lean down to kiss you when you heard Liliana's voice.

"PG!" She shouted and you laughed. Joaquín led you to his old room before going right back to kissing you senseless.

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#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #mcu #cabnw #cabnw spoilers #marvel mcu

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Hey girlsyyyy, i saw that you opened your requests. Im also in a eurovision fever ( or you could say post eurovision depression) so may i suggest a halfdan x reader one shot, were reader is a background dancer of væb and is getting hate. She is Halfdans best friend since childhood and he sees the comments, and kinda goes into protective mode and also accidently confesses to her? Maybe you could write a little suggestive end, but only if you‘re comfortable with it. 🥹

IT MATTERS TO ME

author note: i hope you like it anon i tried my best 🙏 and sorry if you waited long. Nad thank you for hälfdan request i was waiting for that one 🥹

pairing: Hälfdan x fem!reader

tw: feeling insecure

You, in fact, did not expect for eurovision to be this bad. You were so happy that you got that chance to go on it, as a back up dancer for your friends, only to be literally bullied online for breathing same air as them.

Who even is this girl and who does she think she is hanging out with them?!

Why is she even here?

She should move she is just a distraction on stage…

You are in dressing room, should be ready to go after performance but you can’t help your self but to read these comments. Every person would get insecure and, of course think to yourself are they right?

You couldn’t even stop tears storming down your face, your breath getting heavy as you try to think about something to distract you from this but it didn’t help.

You hear the knock on the door and as you wipe your tears Hälfdan steps in the room.

“Are you okay?”

“Just tired” you say as you try to stay calm and not just run to him to cry your soul in his arms.

He doesn’t believe shit you’re saying but he doesn’t know, why would you be sad after performance? Did you hurt your self on stage?

All questions floating in his head were answered when he saw phone in your hands

“You saw the comments.”

You tried to keep your cool by saying that it doesn’t matter, its not that serious but he could read you like a book.

“But it matters, it matters to me. It matters how you feel.”

At that words you just break, you start crying beacuse how can people hate you just beacuse you are dancers for your friends. They hate you without even knowing you.

“They see me just as background dancer and that’s all i will ever be to them, and to everyone.”

“You are more than background dancer, you are something more, something more to me.”

Hälfdan says

“What?”

You look at him -his face- and he looks…frustrated?

“I get so frustrated” he says, as he lock his eyes on yours “that people talk that they know you, that they know you like i do. They talk as if you don’t matter at all, you and your feelings but that matters to me, so much.”

“Why?” you asked “Why does that matter so much to you?”

He’s quiet for couple of seconds, literally not a sound coming from him, until-

“Beacuse im in love with you.” you look at him shocked “I love you, i have been in love with you since always and i was coward.”

“You were not coward-“

“I was coward beacuse i haven’t told you about my feelings before, but now i have and you dont have to feel the same but just kno-“

“I love you too”

“What?”

“I said i love you too, since i have known you.”

You look each other in the eyes, both of you trying to say something, until his phone starts to ring.

It was his brother, saying that he has to come right away.

“We will talk about this conversation later.” he says

“I will wait for you.”you say as he looks at you

“I will wait for you in your room”

He smirked

“deal.”

#hälfdan #hälfdan x reader #esc x reader #pls request #esc 2025 #katarsis x reader #katarsis #like #eurovision imagines

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sluttysturn · 10 months ago

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pairing: bsf/dealer!chris x bsf/buyer!reader

in which chris is your best friend and dealer, but he has a crush on you and isn’t afraid to show it.

TW: smoking, kissing, swearing, idk what else

requested?: yes! by @sturniolotrophywife (it won’t let me tag you but if you see this, here ya go!)

notes: (color of who’s speaking: chris | y/n)

a/n: i rly rly liked this idea!! i hope you guys did too!! if you do like this be sure to follow/ reblog and leave requests!! love youuuu!

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i was currently sitting in bed bored as hell. i wouldn’t mind being high right now. actually i really wanna be.

so much is going on and i wanna get my mind off of everything.

i hit up my dealer, which is also my best friend, chris. sometimes, he wants to be a dick and tell me no and that he doesn’t want me doing it. but i know he just wants what’s best for me.

i texted him anyways, hoping he’d say yes, and maybe even smoke with me.

thank god.

i waited for about 20 minutes when i heard a knock at my door.

finally.

i headed down stairs and opened the door to see chris standing on the other side.

the way his hair fell perfectly against his forehead, the way his hoodie fit perfectly around his body, the way his eyes sparkled while looking into mine.

no stop he’s my best friend.

“hi pretty girl” chris said winking at my with a goofy smile.

i rolled my eyes and laughed lightly, “you know you have a key right?”

“i left it home since you insisted i get here fast”

he rolled his eyes and he handed me the blunt.

“thanks. how much do you need?”

“don’t worry about it.”

“no chris. how much?”

“i’m not taking your money y/n.”

“whatever- come smoke with me?” i paused, “unless you gotta go to other people.”

“they can wait. sure.”

“ok cmon.”

i grabbed his hand and took him upstairs. i was happy he wanted to smoke with me. i loved hanging out with him.

i open my bedroom window and we crawled out and onto the roof.

my house had a roof connected to my window, so it was an easy spot to smoke so my room didn’t reek of weed.

we sat down next to each other.

“y/n, you know i hate when you smoke right?”

“yeah but why?”

“because i actually care about you and i don’t want you to end up like me.”

“i’m fine chris. i just need a break from life, you know?”

he put his arm around my shoulder and rested his head on top of mine.

“yeah i get that.. im sorry you feel that way,” he paused, “but you know you can always talk to me, right?”

“you know i don’t like talking about my problems, but, i know.”

i unwrapped the blunt and took it out. i pulled out my lighter and rolled my thumb against the metal thingy (i don’t know what it’s called).

i grazed the bottom of the blunt with the fire and took a drag of it.

i inhaled the smoke, and exhaled passing it to chris.

we talked and smoke for around 30 minutes before the blunt was gone.

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“fuck, i needed this” i said with droopy, red eyes.

i looked over at chris, he was so pretty. being high always made him look even more attractive.

chris looked back over at me. little did i know he was thinking the same thing. he smile at me and grabbed my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine.

“y/n can i tell you something?”

“go for it.”

he took a deep breath before speaking again.

“i love you. like really fucking love you. i know its kinda crazy b’cause we’ve been best friends for so long, but im truly in love with you. that’s why i don’t like when you smoke. i don’t want you to be a crack head, like me.”

i was speechless. my best friend of almost 18 years was in love with me?

that handsome man. in love with someone like me?

“chris your not a crack head. you still care about people and you don’t make being high your entire personality. and, i love you too. i really fucking love you too.”

i looked into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled.

he smile back and leaned his face close to mine, but stopped before his lips connected with mine.

“can i kiss you?”

(CONSENTT IS KEYY)

“please”

he finally connect his lips with mine.

our lips were moving in a rhythm and harmony. he was such a good kisser. holy shit.

being high really increased the way i felt like i was sinking into him. it felt as if our body were actually morphing into one.

he pulled away soon after and began to speak.

“y/n y/l/n, will you please give me the honor of being your boyfriend.”

“yes chris.”

he pecked my lips once more.

“also i will be asking you again when we’re sober, so it’ll be more real, you know?”

“thank you, i love you chris.”

“i love you y/n.”

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁ 𖥔 ݁˖ ౨ৎ ˖ ݁

a/n: I KINDA LOVE DEALER!CHRIS. BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS, AND IF YOU DID PLEASE FOLLOW/ REBLOG AND REQUESTTTT!! LOVE YOUUUU!!

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emo-trash101 · 1 year ago

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hi again,, it's the anon from earlier :))

Could I req a male!reader taking care of drunk Stone?? Take your time + no pressure

Omg yes ofc! Thank u for requesting pookie 🫶 I'm assuming you meant a oneshot, but if you wanted something different, just let me know (same thing for it being romantic)!

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

Drunk! Stone x Male! Reader

Pronouns : second person pov, but implied male reader

Word count: 626 words

Tw: Alcohol, swearing, general ramshackleness

"You know, I think Stone actually hates me." You say, looking at your other two friends, Vinnie and Skipp. They both stare back at you with an odd and unreadable expression on their faces.

The silence sits there for a few minutes before Vinnie finally breaks it, "What? Nah man, Stone doesn't hate you." She says, almost laughing at such an accusation. "It's true, he almost never speaks to me and he treats me like shit." You say, trying to justify your words.

You and Vinnie both stare at each other, eyes locked until Skipp speaks up, "Actually, where is Stone?" He asks before looking around, almost like if Stone would magically appear behind him if he looked again. "I'm...not sure?" You say, now slightly confused. You hadn't even known he was gone, does that make you a bad friend?

"I think you should look for him" Vinnie says, pointing at you, the same smile that she has when she's comes up with a scam that will most definitely get everyone in trouble plastered on her face. "What? Why me?!" You ask, looking at her flabbergasted, like she just said that you had 6 arms. "Yeah, I agree (name), you should look for him" Skipp says, nodding in agreement.

And thats how you ended up here, wandering the roads of your hometown looking for a guy you think hates you. Why would they just toss me to the wolves like that? You think to yourself, feet clicking against the half paved roads.

If it wasn't such a bad situation, you probably would've taken your time to admire the architecture around you. It somehow makes all the unbearableness of the place around you seem less terrible. It almost makes it possible to ignore all the crying babies and screaming wives and... groaning from alleyways?

You stop in your tracks and turn on your heels, looking at the nearby alleyway. "...Hello?" You ask cautiously, stepping slowly into the alleyway. All you hear in response is a groan of your name, "(Name)...?" Is that...is that Stone? you think to yourself, walking towards the origin of the groaning.

After taking a couple steps, all you see is several bottles that you can only assume are empty, and Stone, curled in the fetal position on the ground. "Stone, are you okay?" You ask, walking towards him and kneeling in front of him. He manages to sit up somewhat, leaning against the ugly brick wall behind him, "I'm...*hic* fine..." He says, looking obviously not fine.

You sigh, looking down at your side to see your trust canteen. You unhook it from your side and offer it to him, "No, you're drunk, drink this". You narrow your eyes at him, waiting for him to grab the canteen full of water from your hands. He glares up at you. After looking at you for barely even a second his eyes seem to soften slightly and he grabs the canteen, taking a swig and then attempting to hand it back to you (he ended up spilling half of it on the ground).

You look back at him after hooking the canteen to your side again, he looks pretty pathetic right now, you think, chuckling softly to yourself. Instead of saying anything to him you sit next to him. Looking over you hear him mumbling something, but with how quiet he was paired with the slurring of his words, all you could really make out was "like" and "sorry".

He looks back at you, his eyes looking kinda out of it and misty. Before you can say anything to really break the silence between you two, he lays his head on your shoulder, something that you would've never expected to happen while he was sober. When he does this, you can finally hear what he was trying to say, "I...like y-*hic* you."

After he says that he resumes just laying on your shoulder and you decide that you can let him rest it off here for a bit until he sobers up. As he slowly drifts off, all you can think is that maybe Vinnie was right. Who really knows right now, but you can always ask him when he's sober.

Omg I have no clue how I just wrote all that in one sitting, but I did. I honestly think I blacked out lmao. But I hope you enjoyed it Anon! Have a great day and drink plenty of water.

#ramshackle skipp #stone x reader ramshackle #ramshackle #anonymous #anon ask #🦈 anon

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someone1348 · 4 months ago

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I'm making this fic for two reasons: one I had the idea and needed to write it immediately. And two because I've been depressed and at a low for a few days now. I feel like this isn't going to change for a while. This whole month will be a struggle bus, but we're just gonna keep taking it one day a time. Regardless, I just need this, and it's something I think you guys will like too.

With all that being said enjoy another AIB fic! :]

The people in this: Ler!Arisu (kinda), Lee!Chota, Lee!Karube (it'll make sense when you read the fic! Lmao!)

Shibuki will not be here because I hate her. Goodnight.

Tw: Cursing, Mention of collars/headpieces, Anxiety, Injury, Fighting, Prayer, Mentions of death, and Tickles of course. If you're uncomfortable please keep scrolling! Thank you so much :] I promise it's not as bad as these trigger warnings make it out to be!

With all that being said enjoy <3

-K :]

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7 of Hearts: The right way!

Their visas were running out, and fast. They only just got to the borderlands so it's only natrual that everything would be so low. The others had a few extra days from playing the tag game the pervious night but Chota only had one left. They gave him a break because of his injury, he stayed the night alone at the base until they got back which means today he needed to play a game with them, no matter what.

As the sun set and the moon rose up again shining its beautiful light through the blinds Chota gently stood up with his make shift crutches and waddled over to his two best friend's; Arisu and Karube. It was time.

"You ready?" Karube said, looking softly down at his injured friend.

Chota nodded as Karube helped him walk. They followed Arisu to the nearest game station. It was a pretty botanical garden. They all took a deep breath and slowly stepped inside, the invisible lazer wall calculating who entered its grounds as well as activating to prevent them from exiting. Once you step foot into a game you are there until it's over, win or lose. Steadily they followed the arrows deeper into the jungle to find two tables; one long, rectangular, one with a bunch of tools and weapons on it with a card that said 'Use whatever you'd like!' And a smaller round table with the three phones on it and a fancy collar-headset. It felt very high tech. That table also had a card on it that read 'Take one please!'. The trio blinked looking around at everything both in confusion and fascination.

They registered their faces into the phones and each put on a collar-headset, per the instructions. Once those tasks were completed the big screen in front of them lit up, as well as their phones.

Game: Hide and Seek; Difficulty 7 of Hearts

Arisu and Karube's faces dropped. Looking at each other in recognition, they began to feel hopeless. The information they received from the night before from this stranger was that hearts games were the most brutal and troublesome of all the suits. Chota stayed in ignorant bliss as he listened to the rules.

One player is designated the "wolf" and the others are "sheep". The sheep must avoid the wolf's gaze, and if eye contact is made, the sheep becomes the new wolf, the wolf at the end of the time limit will be getting a "Game Clear" while the sheep's receive a "Game Over"

At this point everyone was freaking out. Chota tried ripping the collar-headset off but there was no budging it. Arisu tried to calm him down as the thing kept talking.

Time limit for this game is: 10 minutes

No one knew what to do but they had no time to figure it out. Only one of them would clear the game. None of this was fair and all of them were terrified.

The first wolf will be: number 1000247 Segawa Chota.

"WHAT?! WHY ME?!" This made the poor man freak out even more. The timer started counting down. There was no time to panic now. The game has begun whether they were ready or not.

"Chota!" Karube shouted to try and ground him. When that happened they made eye contact and the TV made a strange sound signaling that the wolf had changed to Karube. This went on back and forth for a while switching to everyone at least once as they tried to come up with a plan. That's when Karube understood that only the wolf had to hide. He made himself wolf and booked it for the garden.

Arisu tried to chase after him as Chota fell down, praying, it was all he could think to do in this crazy time. Everyone was fighting and time was running out. With everything going on from the planning to the fights there was only 5 minutes left. Time had flown by so fast, way too fast! Arisu had become the wolf and ran off to hide. There was no time, so for his sake Chota and Karube decided to hide from him. They suspected Arisu would come looking for them eventually, especially with the time frame and of course they were right. If this was the end he wanted to spend it with his best friends.

"Where are you Chota!? Karube!?" He ran around frantically as his friends told stories together through the headset.

"Behind you..." Karube said as Arisu turned around. Not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Look at me, Karube!"

"5...."

"Arisu...live on for us..."

"4..."

"Arisu."

"No!–"

"3..."

"Thank you..."

"2..."

"Karube!!"

"1..."

...nothing happened. Arisu blinked looking at Karube before they heard almost manic laughter coming from a bush a few steps away from them.

"What's going on" Arisu said extremely confused.

Game Over for Segawa Chota

Karube blinked "What the Fu–" he stopped mid sentence.

Game Over for Daikichi Karube

"–UHUHUCK!" Karube fell to the floor in laughter. The collars that they thought were going to explode and kill them were sending very ticklish electric shocks throughout their bodies.

Arisu blinked, wide eyed, confused as hell about what was happening in front of him. Chota and Karube's laughter echoed through the enclosed, glassy, botanical space.

Karube held his stomach as the feeling was absolutely everywhere. It felt like a million tickly hands made of lightning were tickling all over every tickle spot they could reach. No spot left untickled and neither of them could get away since the collars were strapped around their necks. Kicking and fighting the air the blonde tried but it was no use.

"HEHEHELP! ARISUHUHU!" His laughter was louder and more boisterous than Arisu had ever heard it before.

"AH! SHIHIHIT! HAHAHA!–"

"Is...Is that thing tickling you guys?" Arisu asked he was genuinely curious but his undertone had a bit of teasing in it.

"NO SHIHIHIT! AHAHA!" Karube's laughter went up in volume as the ticklish sparks hit a particularly ticklish spot on his upper ribs. He threw his head back laughing as Arisu giggled a little with him. This was not what he expected to happen at all.

"Well would you look at that! Such a ticklish little sheep!" Arisu smirked looking down at one of his best friends taking on the wolf role in a very silly way.

"IM GONNA KICK YOU AHAHAHASS! HELP UHUHUS!" Karube bit back trying to sound intimidating through his laughter. Chotas squeal was heard again in the background as Arisu understood now that he needed to find a way to stop the collars or this wouldn't end. He finally nodded with determination and ran to the tools table grabbing every screw driver possible that was on the table. Coming back to Karube he kneeled down trying to use each one. One of them was bound to unscrew the collar. The problem was Karube kept moving around.

"Stay still! I'm trying to get this off you!" Arisu scolded playfully with a giggle in his voice as Karube groaned through his laughter. His face red, this was a little funny but embarrassing! Thankfully it was only played between the three friends.

Arisu straddled his waist to try and contain his squirms using one hand to hold his head back and the other using the various screwdrivers at his disposal. He smiled as Karube closed his eyes, legs kicking with laughter. It seemed hopeless until a little green screwdriver worked.

"Ah-ha!" Arisu said as he got it.

"YEHEHES! GOOD JOHOB ARISUHU!" Karube complimented as Arisu smirked pretending his hand slipped and he had to start all over again.

"YOU LIHIHITTLE!–"

"I'm kidding! This is just too fun, I'm so glad I wasn't the sheep!~" he teased once more before getting the collar off of Karube who's laughter turned to light giggles as he caught his breath. Opening his eyes Arisu helped him up.

"Thanks man..."

Arisu nodded as they cherished the moment. He hugged the blonde, thankful that what they thought was the worst didn't happen.

"Are we forgetting something?" Karube asked

"AHAHAHA!—"

"CHOTA!" Both boys yelled at the same time before rushing over to where the laughter was coming from. Arisu had the screwdriver in hand as they moved the leaves around to see Chota squirming as much as he could laughing his heart out.

"IHIHHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! AHAHAHA!" His hands held onto the collar as he rolled back and forth. Both looked at each other again in silent agreement that this was kinda adorable.

Karube sighed "I see what you mean Arisu when this was happening to me you can't help but tease"

"Mhm exactly" He smirked before getting the screwdriver ready. "Chota you gotta move your hands buddy or else I can't reach the screws"

"I CAHAHAN'T! TOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLISH TO MOHOHOVE!"

This only made Karube smirk more. "Awww how adorable! You're finally getting a taste of your own medicine~"

Chota growled through his laughter

"I don't think I've ever seen you this ticklish Chota. Maybe we should keep you like this a little longer~" Arisu teased as Chota shook his head no.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE AHAHARIHISU!"

"Move your hands! Duhude!" Arisu giggled as he spoke. Karube pried his hands off of the collar so Arisu could unscrew it.

"NAHAHA HAHAHA!–"

"I know it's bad! Just hold on a little longer man!" Karube said with a smirk, still being teasy, while trying to be encouraging at the same time.

"TIHIHIHICKLES– I CAHAHAN'T! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!" His mind was nothing but the feeling at that point which only made him sound more adorable.

Arisu smiled and finally got the collar off him too. Chota exhaled and caught his breath, residual giggles exiting his lips as the air moved back to his lungs. Karube and Chota were sweaty and all three of them were now laughing about this.

Game cleared, Congratulations!

All of their phones went off signaling that they had all won. The game over from before was a trick. It wasn't really a game over but the sheep needed to lose somehow. The real way to win was getting the sheep's collars off, regardless of the time frame. A tiny detail that the game withheld from them to play with their feelings. It is a hearts game after all it's supposed to play with your heart.

"So we all win?" Chota asked happily

Arisu nodded "I guess so! That's great!"

Karube smirked "and here we thought we were gonna die"

They all laughed together again and hugged each other.

"We got plenty more visas now. Let's just go back to our base and relax, no more games for a bit" Arisu said with a hum

They all nodded and agreed to that.

"You guys looked so silly like that though!" Arisu laughed a little as they walked out of the building

"You wanna be next pal?" Karube said rasing and eyebrow at him

"Nope! I'm good!"

"Exactly! You keep talking and I'll find one of those collars and make you wear it this time so you know how ticklish it really feels!" Chota teased back as Arisu giggled nervously.

"Was it really that bad?"

"YES!" They both yelled

"Okay okay! I'm sorry! But it was adorable! You gotta admit!"

"ARISU!–"

"AH!–"

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I know this was a little much, I don't know, but I hope you all enjoyed!

-K :]

#k writes tk things #alice in borderland #alice in borderland tickles #alice in borderland tickle #alice in borderland tickle fic #aib tickles #aib tickle fic #ler!arisu #lee!karube #lee!chota

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cocained · 1 year ago

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crime plots part 3: (part one | part two)

tw: drugs, guns, mention of murder, etc.

two people who are drug dealers, but together! they run a successful business and besides being colleagues, they are also highly in love with each another.

a group plot kinda based on baby driver where a bunch of criminals are brought together for robberies, or anything really, and splitting the money in the end. they all know each other because they worked together before or just met somewhere down the line and they all have different talents and connections (friendships, love, exes or rivals). the team usually changes depending on the job, but the boss think this particular team works well so it becomes a consistent. they work different together on cases, things go wrong and sometimes it goes really well. this can go many ways! hook-ups, break-ups, arguments, saving each other’s lives, almost getting caught, etc!

a world infamous hacker is known for their ways that are impossible to crack. their activities could vary from hacking notorious businesses to darker stuff like having their own cyber criminal organization or working with the most dangerous people in the world. either way no one knows who they truly are, until the hacker gets hacked and receives voice/video calls or even a package or a visit to their house! from there on things could go either way: working together, threatening to expose one another, wanting to learn from one another... bonus: after a while they fall in love but it’s long distance so what they do is they hack into each other’s phones and toy with each others lives bc they have no idea what privacy is and omg imagine the angst!

i’m a gangleader and you’re a rookie trying to prove themselves and i have a soft spot for you because you’re cute, so i help you out. i teach you things and bring you along to places just so i can have your back. and people in the gang start talking shit, but i get highly defensive and if anyone else tries to make a move on you i might lose it. plot twist: i get injured and you’re taking care of me.

we’re both part of a different crime family and to settle the decade old war we are forced to marry each other. but we spent our entire life hating each other because people that we cared got killed because of this war and for years i was under protection so i could never do what i wanted because of you. now muse a is a little bit scared of muse b bc they’re just normal and muse b is a lot more involved in the industry, killed people and god knows what. muse a also had to break up with their previous partner because of the arranged marriage. and let’s be real, this was never meant to last and at some point they’re starting to cheat on each other and that’s when the possessiveness begins and arguments turn into them slowly starting to care about each other.

i’m a stripper/prostitute working for you and honestly i don’t love doing this, but i need the money and it’s the only way to get close to you and i’m honestly breaking my own heart having to see you with other entertainers bc let’s be real, you barely know i exist

i work in the emergency room and you keep coming in with bullet/stab wounds and crazy stories about how you got them and i don’t believe you so i confront you one on one and tell you what i think is really going on here, you’re a criminal aren’t you?

someone close to me got killed and in order to find answers i dive into their world, only to find out they live a double life full of crime. no one knows i’m going undercover as an innocent rookie and i try to get close to the people involved to get answers. of course, i meet a love interest that either i get along with from the start and helps me with adjusting into this new life or it’s like an enemies to lovers sorta thing. only to realize after a while that it’s too late to go back to normal and now i’m the one that’s living the double life and as though that’s not enough, the answers i’ve been looking for are not what i expected them to be...

muse a is a detective in a murder investigation, they always give it their all, but this time they’re told to do so by all means necessary. a murder of someone ‘important’ or maybe an expected serial killer! muse b is an inmate charged with murder and they’re highly intelligent, very cooperative and their murder is just very similar to the one that just occurred. hence the reason muse b is asked to become the criminal consultant for a reduced sentence, helping muse a with their investigation because who can think like a criminal better than a criminal? optional: muse b is sending help from the outside world to help with the investigation there too (and protect the detective!)

i’m rich as shit and when they say you don’t become this rich by being an good person — they’re right. a lot of it is drug money (or something else?) and it’s a secret i’m planning on bringing to my grave until one day my house keeper/pool boy/gardener/??? overhears one of my phone calls and instead of them taking the hush money to keep this between us, they want to go on a date.

#indie rp #independent rp #⟨ ♦ | desired plots ⟩

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scoutswritingcorner · 1 year ago

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Cowboy Romance

Striker x GN!Reader

TW: Fighting, NSFW at the end.

A/N: I love me a cowboy- especially an evil cowboy..LOVE IT. So let me say- cowboy enemies to lovers?

-☠️ Striker doesn’t believe in love- he thinks it’s a weakness and a weakness anyone can exploit.

-☠️So when he sees you, oh god he immediately wants to take you out of the picture. He has a whole plan and back up plan. This man hates you so much.

-☠️ So whenever you keep evading his attacks or just ignoring him it pisses him off even more. Don’t you get it? He hates you so you should hate him.

-☠️ While you- you maybe a farm hand or just another assassin that’s looking for some kinda work or just visiting the Wrath ring! You’ve seen him around and you don’t give a shit about him or you do but you're keeping it hush hush.

-☠️Either way the constant run ins with this crazy man are enough to piss you off to the point where you fight back! Setting up a trap or two, staying up at night cause he’s a sneaky bastard and possibly getting a hit on him, he’s not invincible but he’s strong. So good luck.

-☠️ All in all- this ends up with a lot of sexual tension and then later that evening when your patching yourself up you realize you have a crush on the sneaky bastard. But when he realizes that he caught feelings? Oh boy his anger ramps up to 100% and he’s about to fucking snap. He can’t be having a moment of weakness!

-☠️ And one faithful evening he comes to kill you off for good but it goes sideways and now you both are making out.

His gloved hands slammed you down onto the ground as he crawled on top of you, never breaking the kiss that has you both breathless and grasping at each other. Your fist balling up his shirt as his tongue easily evades your mouth asserting his dominance over the situation but by how his hands keep touching you tell you how desperately he needed you close to him. “This doesn't mean shit.” He hissed out as he pulled away from the kiss, his tail whipping around behind him. “Uh huh, sure thing cowboy.” You replied, staring up into his yellow eyes, noses brushing together as neither of you made a move to get away. But how he pressed his lips onto yours in a much more gentle manner told you otherwise.

-☠️ So when y’all are in a relationship after months of him breaking into your house or where ever you were staying to make out with you. He’s much sweeter, still kinda rough around the edges but you only get to see the softer side of him.

-☠️ He strikes me as a man who loves it when you rub his back as you both are laying down. Or when you take his hat off of his head to cover up the fact you are kissing.

-☠️ He lets you ride Bombproof with him, and if you don’t know how to ride a horse, he’s teaching you. Like the whole nine yards, don’t worry he’s right beside you guiding the horse around like the true cowboy gentleman he is.

-☠️ He’s constantly busy but he tries to make time for you and on special occasions say date night, birthday, anniversary, etc and he can’t make it because of work? He’s sending you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a promise of being home as soon as he can.

You huffed watching the clock tick silently, Striker was out doing Satan knows what and you were stuck in a safer place than he was, your phone buzzed alive with texts but not from him. He always called on a burner phone or didn’t call at all. As the clock struck midnight you frowned, he had officially missed your date but you knew his job so you couldn’t hold it against him. A loud knock shook you out of your pity party causing you to rush over and open the door, a random imp holding the large vase of your favorite flowers. Taking it from the imp you quickly say ‘thank you’ before closing the door to put the vase of flowers on the table. A note hidden in the flowers catch your attention, you quickly open it and read it as a smile graces your lips,

‘Sorry for the late bouquet, Darlin. I’ve been busy as you know but I wanted to make it up to you since I can’t be there but I promise as soon as I’m finished here I’ll be heading your way to actually make up for it. With love, yours truly ~S’

-☠️He likes to have a hand on you all the time, his tail curls around your leg or your tail if you have one. If you’re out on the road with him and Bombproof, he’s letting you cuddle up to him the whole time.

-☠️ He loves singing to you and about you all the time. Some folks who have been his targets have heard him singing about his little ‘Desert Flower’ before meeting their untimely demise.

-☠️ He loves showing off for you and showing how tough he is. He’s like a little peacock, please give him some kisses so he can stop flexing for you.

-☠️ Won’t let you touch his weapons. Not because he doesn’t trust you with them but they are super fucking dangerous and he wants to protect you. Speaking of protecting you- this man is super fucking protective and will not hesitate to either put a bullet in someone or break their bones for putting you in harms way.

NSFW BELOW HERE MINORS GET OUT 18+

-☠️ Most of the time you both are making out, it turns into ripping your clothes off one another and fucking like wild animals.

-☠️ He’s a dom for sure. Like you can try be somehow always wrangles you to the ground so he has more control over how he fucks you.

-☠️ Has a thing for being called ‘Sir’. No, I will not apologize.

-☠️ His favorite position is either missionary, cowgirl or you sitting on his lap. He just likes to watch your face as he pleasures you.

-☠️ Grab his horns if he’s going down on you, he loves it so much. Also wear his hat, if you know you know. Honestly wearing any of his clothes usually does the trick.

-☠️ He can be gentle and will be gentle if you want him to be but he likes it rough. Especially when it starts off gentle and slow then escalates to everything being rough.

#helluva boss x reader #gn reader #striker helluva boss #striker helluva #helluva striker #striker x reader

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carbon-dated-gal · 8 months ago

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My personal HCs of Jeaneil bestfriendism

Tws: mentions of human trafficking, sh, injuries, parent death (Mary).

(Also set in Raven!Neil AU)

•Nathaniel willingly participates in human trafficking after Mary's death, b'cuz fuck you. Living without any real destination had killed Mary's humanity and identity and he's not going to end up like her.

•Belonging to someone, meant having their brand on your back (literally) and that was going to be his saving.

•But for better for worse, ichirou was the one to pay millions of dollars for someone something like him

•ofc, this meant Nathan couldn't touch him but it also meant he would end up in the exact same place that his mum had died for

•but that was when she doubted his capabilities in exy but now that variable was taken out, no?

•By the time abram arrives at Evermore, Jean already had been living there for an year

•anyway, jean and Nathaniel meet when they were both 15 yrs old. And due them both being in hard rebellious phase, they take swings and jabs at each other cuz well...

•they were about the only ones who saw each other as equal instead being something either above or below them

•he Goes by his middle name w both Jean and kev

•Jean picks out all the bell peppers from his meal and Neil sneaks them onto Kev's plate who begrudgingly eats them

•Codependency, man. So much codependency. You'll never see one w/o the other

•sometimes when Nathaniel/abram (ur pick) sneaks them out, it starts raining and jean immediately hates it. But his partner catches a couple droplets into his hand and he flicks them onto jean, smiling like he had no demons waiting for him back home

•and jean thinks the rain might not be so bad.

•post-game interview and reporters are onto jean asking him one intrusive question after and jean just glares at them. Flat eyes and all.

•'Ram jumps in, and asks the reporter why their mum doesn't love them and maybe that's the reason they turned out like this in life— Kev pulls him away by his collar, apologising to the reporter

•they get into trouble for that ofc

•when Kevin begs jean to help him after riko breaks his hand, abram tries to stop him. He knows they'll have to pay the price but the look jean gives him is absolutely heartbreaking, "it's Kevin, abram. We have to help him."

•Nathaniel doesn't help. But hours later, when riko asks about Kev's whereabouts, he steals himself and refuses to answer.

•stitching each other while trying to make the other one keep their head down. With, Nathaniel's presence in the nest, jean finds keeping his opinion to himself... A bit harder than in canon.

•"why the actual fuck is that man wearing fucking jorts here?"

"I dunno, jean. They look kinda cool"

"I'm sorry, cool?"

•abram: "yk, that one time when you took a step towards the right with riko, you'd have reached him faster if you skipped on ahead to him—"

Jean, dead tired and barely even listening: "jfc, it's 2.30 in the morning go tf to sleep."

•abram was the one to snatch away the blades from jean. He hides them and cradles Jean's face in his hands, avoiding the bruises. That was the first time Nathaniel had seen a man that vulnerable and comfortable around him

•after kev leaves, Nathaniel tries to take over his job by swallowing the vegetables from Jean's plate. He promptly spat out that piece of broccoli.

I have more ofc, but I feel this post is becoming a bit too long so.

#jean moreau #aftg tsc #all for the game #neil josten #raven!neil #jeanneil #kevin day #aftg

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decentishoutsidersthoughts · 11 months ago

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hi!! do you have any favorite hcs for each of the gang members?

I have a few headcannons! If anyone wants to hear more about these I’d love to elaborate!

TW for child abuse in Steve and Johnny’s parts, and thoughts of suicide in Johnny’s first headcannon

ℙ𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕓𝕠𝕪 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤

My guy is honestly lacking in friends at school. Most of the gang either dropped out a long time ago or are in a completely different grade. He gets along with people on the track team and stuff but most of them kinda just see him as ‘cool enough’ and not really a friend

One time one of the guys from the team held a party and nobody told him about it. When he found out he tried to act like it didn’t matter to him but it still stung. He didn’t even want to go, it was just the idea that nobody bothered to invite him

He’d be that one kid in college that didn’t have a lot of freedom during high school and just goes absolutely crazy. It takes him a semester to learn how to use his free will responsibly. I actually have a lot of Ponyboy college headcanons if anyone would be interested in those.

When he learns to drive he’s actually a pretty good driver, and people trust him to take them places. The only problem is that he seems to be a magnet for terrible drivers. Like he gets on the road and suddenly nobody around him remembers wtf a turn signal is.

He definitely curses out people when he’s driving. Darry has straight up given up on trying to correct his language behind the wheel

𝕊𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕡 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤

I’ve mentioned this one before, but he cannot STAND people being angry with him. Like he will just agree with whatever the gang asks to keep peace. It’s a lot of the reason why he hates being pulled into arguments, because he can’t avoid upsetting someone.

Sometimes when Darry and Ponyboy are going at it he’ll just straight up leave without being noticed. He honestly started pushing how much he could get away with it until he eventually did get caught after he was still gone at 4am. Darry felt too guilty to even be able to lecture him.

Because of his aversion to conflict him and Darry hardly ever argue, but when they do it’s UGLY. It’s like a whole world war breaking out in the living room. It’ll almost always end with Soda sobbing and Darry usually just has to like, leave for a while. One time they didn’t talk for three days. People don’t even try to get between them because it always makes things worse. In the end they always manage to talk it out though, sometimes it just takes a while.

Less angsty one, Soda makes people go on walks with him in the middle of the night. Usually it’s Steve, but he’ll take Ponyboy if there’s no school the next day. One time he even made Dally come with him by threatening to go by himself if he didn’t come lol. As much as everyone complains about it, they never tell him no.

In school he had detention like every single day. All his teachers absolutely despised him and he would’ve had to redo his junior year if he hadn’t dropped out.

𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤

During high school he’d get really pissed when his Soc friends beat up Greasers. He actually got a couple of them to stop completely, but others just learned to do it without getting caught. They all knew better than to mess with the gang, though,

Speaking of high school, he just straight up wasn’t welcome into most of his friend’s homes. Only Paul’s parents actually liked him, and only like two other people’s parents even pretended to like him.

Darry waited until after his parents funeral to cry so that his brother wouldn’t see him. The priest came and sat with him for a little bit while he just sobbed hysterically.

Sometimes he sits by their graves and asks for advice. He doesn’t get any, obviously, but he always leaves with his mind a little more clear than it was before.

𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟𝕟𝕪 ℂ𝕒𝕕𝕖

When the Socs jumped him, he honestly thought he was going to die. That scared him, but that scared him even more was the fact that he wasn’t that upset about it. It wasn’t until the gang showed up that he realized how much he really didn’t want to die now, but in the moment it almost felt like a nice release.

For a couple weeks after the Curtis parents died, he’d come over every day and just do chores and cook. He didn’t feel like it was a lot, but to Darry who had to do a million things at once while barely being able to get out of bed it meant so much.

Sometimes he’ll sit by the train tracks, and whenever a train rolls by he’ll think about jumping on it and just running away from everything. But he can’t stand the idea of leaving Ponyboy and Dally, so he doesn’t.

Him and Steve don’t talk much, but they have the common ground of coming from shitty home lives. Sometimes they’ll just come to eachother to get an injury taken care of or just to breathe for a minute, and then they’ll just never mention it again.

𝔻𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟

Tulsa was supposed to just be a temporary stop for him until he met Johnny. Then he decided staying a few weeks wouldn’t hurt. Sometimes he still tells himself he’ll leave eventually, but he knows that’ll never happen.

Before the Curtis parents died part of him looked up to Darry and the way he took care of the gang. That went away after the Curtis parents died and everything started falling apart, but for a while he saw Darry as what he used to want to be.

Him and Tim Shepard have an unspoken agreement that one can piss the other off when they want a fight. At this point it’s basically a challenge to see who can make the other angrier. Dallas won when sold Angela drugs for a party.

Two-Bit, Steve, and Soda will constantly be dragging him to incredibly sketchy parties. They claim it’s for protection but really they just wanna hang out and they know he can’t say no if he’s worried about them getting murdered in a back alley.

𝕋𝕨𝕠-𝔹𝕚𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨𝕤

He met Darry when they were in elementary school, and they’re best friends. He’s also been a designated babysitter for as long as he could remember. Him and Darry don’t hang out a ton anymore, but they’re still the first person eachother go to when they need help.

Idk if yall have seen that video where they’re making a drink without knowing what everyone else put into it, and everyone is putting in mixers cause they don’t trust Ali. And then at the end Ali shows up and pours in like half a bottle of ever clear. Ali is Two-Bit.

Him and his sister are insanely close. They’re constantly having tea parties and gossip sessions. He made Soda teach him how to do hair just so that he could do hers.

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖

One of the most loyal motherfuckers you’ll ever meet. He doesn’t actually like a lot of people, but he will literally kill for the people he does.

Evie isn’t allowed in the Curtis house anymore, not because they don’t like her, but everyone just got sick of watching Steve and her make out. She’s unofficially banned from the DX for the same reason. (Something Steve found very unfair because Soda and Sandy were just as bad the second Darry was gone)

His dad used to be really violent when he was younger, but as he got older he also got stronger and his dad got weaker. Things aren’t bad anymore because his dad knows that if Steve gets scared enough then he WILL kill him.

Absolutely loves speeding down the road in the middle of the night. He’ll drag Soda and Evie on VERY illegal joy rides. Tbh even when he’s not breaking road laws for fun he still drives like an absolute maniac.

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #ask me anything #ask me stuff #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #johnny cade

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swagspectrum · 2 months ago

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Alright, so I've decided idk what to do with my eltingville club OC for epilogue. I'm trusting you guys to choose an ending for her. I will give background details and what she looks like for all of them.

Yes I will be using picrew I don't wanna draw rn

Btw you'll be hearing the name Blair a lot so lemme explain rq. Blair will show up in every ending, just maybe not as a lover. She's a friend from highschool that ivy had a crush on, but since she was raised in an abusive, Catholic home, she didn't do anything about it. Even when she asked her out, she called her a fag and ignored her. Depending on the ending she'll either apologize for how she acted in highschool and end up with her or she won't.

Um this is the backstory for all the endings, what happens afterwards is what changes:

She worked for her uncle, Joe, at his comic store. But after Bill burned it down, her mother decided that this place was bat shit crazy and not worth it, so they moved back to boston where she finished school and college. She moved back to Eltingville out of spite for her mother.

TW: mentions of suicide, drugs, alcohol, self harm, mentions of sa, eating disorder, overdose, and internalized homophobia

Ending one: good ending

(her design in this one is heavily based off of envy Adams from Scott Pilgrim)

She's in a shitty punk band called "Jack Rabbitz" that goes to bar from bar to play and get money. One night, while drinking, she meets Blair again. They both talk for a while, Ivy apologizes for what she did in highschool, they drink together, then they both end up in Blair's bed with a hangover. They talk to each other after that and start dating. Months later they get married. That's kind of all this ending is, nothing too terrible happens, Ivy quits drinking and smoking, and they live happily ever after.

Ending two: still pretty good

She doesn't have a band in this one. She did, but the guitarist (her ex) was a dick and she ended up leaving because of him. That night she got extremely drunk and ran into Blair, an old friend from highschool. It ended in a one night stand, that turned into talking, and now they're married. Ivy has three jobs, hooters, good will, and McDonald's, Blair has one, vet. She ended up cutting her hair shorter for convenience. They both still live in New York, and Ivy still smokes and drinks but it's more of a social thing than an addiction.

Ending three: same ending as two except Blair and Ivy have a kid from Blair's last marriage.

Ending four: Jerry's here now :D

Idk why she doesn't have hair dye in her hair with Jerry it just felt right

After moving back to Eltingville, she ran into a taller, better looking Jerry. They ended up catching up, exchanging numbers, and keeping in touch. She takes the place of Mandi in this one I'm sorry. Basically in this ending she married Jerry instead of Blair. She still works at the same three jobs, and Jerry is still playing magic. She sees a Facebook post from Blair one day, and something shifts just a little. It was a picture of her with friends, nothing special. But it still awakened something inside of her. *Insert good luck babe by Chappelle roan.* She doesn't break up with Jerry abt it btw, just tries to forget abt blair.

Ending five: Pete's here now :(:

Sorry Pete lovers, I don't see him being a good husband 😬

Kinda starts out the same way the last one did. She ran into Pete after moving back to New York, they ended up drinking, they slept together, started dating, then got married. She only has one job in this, hooters, which is where she met Pete. They hate each other. Think of Clay and Bloberta Puppington from Moral Oreal, and if you don't know who those guys are... Idk just think of a rlly dysfunctional couple who stays together even if they both hate each other. They cheat on each other, lie, hit and hurt each other, all of that. During high school she had an eating disorder, with Pete it just got worse. She still smokes, still drinks, and still does hardcore drugs to cope. She also still cuts herself, but Pete finds it hot so he doesn't say anything. with the fact her husband fucking sucks and this is the life she's stuck in now. She ends up killing herself via overdose on pain meds and antidepressants after seeing a picture of Blair on Facebook, remembering what she could've had if she wasn't such a pussy.

Ending six: the bad ending but without Pete

After college, she doesn't know what to do with herself. She works at Hooters in this one as well where she gets harassed and groped. she's miserable and tired and the thing that made the knife twist was seeing Blair. Not a picture, but the real deal. And she didn't say anything. Later that night, she decides she's tired. If everything. She shoots herself up with heroin, and chokes on her own vomit in her sleep. It wasn't on purpose but she's dead.

This is what Blair looks like btw

Idk I felt like adding this

OKAY TIME TO VOTE!!

#eltingville club fanart #eltingville club #the eltingville club #eltingville club x reader #bill dickey #jerry stokes #pete dinunzio #josh levy #eltingville fanart #eltingville #welcome to eltingville #oc #oc backstory

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scorching-earth · 3 months ago

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Heartslabyul charters as the 13th sinners.

TW DO NOT IGNORE: lying, fake personality, cannibalism, death, murder, depersonalization, parental issues, mass murder, arrest, violence, aggressive personality's, expectations, depression, loss of family, matricide, suicide, swearing, toxic parenting.

god please don't ignore the trigger warnings I said I wouldn't hold back so I didn't. if you feel uncomfortable or sick please talk to a loved one. if I missed some of them please tell me so I can add more trigger wearings. spoilers for a bit of project Moon, major twisted wonderland spoilers. headcannons under the cut:

Ace Trappola:

"hi there I'm ace." "common pick a card." "hey there's no reason to be so suspicious." "oh haha I totally forgot about all of this."

Ace is an amazing liar that he actually can fool every single person on the bus and did so for a long time. Ace though is relatively normal. Or that's at least how he appears. Ace’s personality stays consistent throughout the entire time he’s stayed with everyone so it can be argued that perhaps he’s not faking his personality. He’s someone who keeps his cards close to his chest. So he is actually really good at gambling. Not a big surprise considering he’s from around J corp.

Ace has a semi automatic pistol. A gun. Ace knows it’s not a perfect weapon. He knows guns can be ineffective against strong opponents. Ace is very aware of that fact. It’s just that Ace is still searching for his perfect weapon. Substituting it for a gun for now.

Ace is a refreshing change of pace being a bit of a trickster with no actual harmful intentions. Often wanting to lighten up the mood when on long bus rides. He knows though there is a place and time for teasing others. Often choosing his words carefully when he unfortunately strikes a nerve. Unfortunately, Ace can't catch a break sometimes and often finds himself in trouble.

Favorite of bus crew: Dante is too easy to tease and kinda needs it? They seem kinda glum most of the time and Ace can't help but to alleviate some of Dante’s burden. Ace and Dante actually end up getting really close to each other.

Least favorite of bus crew: Ryōshū freaks Ace out. And her way of talking is annoying and hard to understand. It also doesn't help that she is the person who kills Ace the most. Yes, Heathcliff is just barely under Ryōshū in that category. Ace has a running tally and whoever is at the highest Ace hates the most. Often just being a bit of the dick to them in return for killing him so much.

What there Unique magic translated into: Joker snatch Ace’s unique magic… I’m going to be digging myself into a hole with this section. Screw it! The spell magic steals another person's unique magic and lets Ace use it himself. The best way to incorporate this with project moon’s setting is to have Ace be every analytic and be able to use any still he wants from his opponent. That's how it will be translated.

Sinner description: this sinner is an enigma. Due to this sinner’s near supernatural ability to lie. It’s wondered whether or not the sinner’s personality is his personality at all. Keep wary of this sinner.

Canto summary: Ace used to live in J corps nest one day he did something that hurt his older brother a lot and got him arrested. This is the result of Ace’s repression of his past and his lying mind. As a result I’d also like to address he’s probably going to be the first of all the sinner cantos.

Deuce spade:

“Hey there! I’m Deuce.” “you want to say that to my face, bastard.” “Let's try not to fight guys!” “... I don't care, my greatest regret is not killing IT.”

Deuce can be shockingly calm for someone who used to be a part of a syndicate. Deuce tries to be as calm as possible. it’s a bit too easy to rile him up, and get him mad though. Often ending in intense fights. Between Deuce, and whoever pissed him off. Deuce normally is embarrassed by his temperament and ashamed of himself afterwards. He’s been trying to not be as bad as he is, but something always seems to set him off in one way or another. Other than that Deuce is extremely polite trying to be as curious as possible. It has varying degrees of success since Deuce’s upbringing was not the best.

Nothing beats knuckle dusters as a weapon. These knuckles are engraved with different spades all around having huge spade-like spikes on the knuckles. Deuce has mixed feelings about his weapon. He’s kept this weapon by his side for a very long time. Having it even while he was a part of the syndicate. Yet at the same time it has a bit too much weight to it. Feeling just a bit heavier than before.

Aside from his temper issues Deuce is a very nice person. Keeping himself from getting in trouble too much. Always starting light hearted conversation and trying to keep spirits high. Though with the things Deuce has seen he can only say so much. For now though Deuce keeps himself personable and kind. He has gained some ire from the other sinners but he’s determined to be as he describes a “good person”.

Favorite of bus crew: is it weird I see Deuce and Meursault? Like Deuce talks to Meursault and Meursault just lesions. That is to say I don't think Meursault has any strong opinions on Deuce as a person, but I do think that Deuce would see Meursault as a friend.

Least favorite of bus crew: I’d think Yi sang. That's not to say Deuce hates Yi sang. It’s just he doesn't understand Yi sang? He is just very quiet and reserved. Deuce just feels really awkward starting conversations with Yi sang because of that.

What there Unique magic translated into: dudes I had a hard time coming up with something for Deuce. Because his magic is hyper specific in the context of a non magical setting. So I’m just going to dip into gameplay here and say he has a unique counter guard. That his counter takes the value of his opponents and doubles it. (shockingly could be very balanced.)

Sinner description: this sinner has been struck with trouble for a long time. Having been originally a part of a syndicate. Being born in the back streets it’s a shock that this sinner tries to be as courteous as possible. Make sure to praise this sinner when possible since this sinner seems to respond well to praise.

Canto summary: Deuce was a part of a syndicate that was just taking off. Deuce made a name for himself becoming a very high ranking member. It was a syndicate like the middle. Deuce used his knuckle dusters as his main weapon here for a long time. Their syndicate was gaining traction. That was until their leader ended up distorting, the distortion’s effect made everyone extremely violent. people who considered each other comrades, and bothers started beating each other to death. It was a long cruel battle that ended only when Deuce beat the group's former leader. By then though it was too late. Deuce was the only member to survive. The distortion had fled before Duce could kill it. It is Deuce’s greatest regret to not be strong enough to kill the distortion that destroyed his community.

Trey clover:

“Oh I’m Trey. It's a pleasure to be meeting you. I hope we can all get along.” “Hey now let's all calm down now al- Ugh!” “Please I’m not all great, I just want to help out.” “understand that sometimes people just help other people for no other benefit than it makes them feel good.” “... ah I see.”

Trey is surprisingly nice. He has always had this big brother aura about him. That dares some of the younger acting of the Limbus cast to him. He helps stand up for sinclair. Even if it gets him killed. But who cares if he gets to come back. And if Trey’s death helps another person just get a little heat off of them Trey will take it. Trey isn’t suicidal he only dose this because he knows he’s going to come back.

Weapon: I’d think it would be a large kitchen knife. Kinds like the vorpal blade from Alice madness returns. I think fits with Heartslabyul’s whole themeing, and Trey as a character. He’s as skilled as any other sinner. So to say he’s only good enough to not die instantly. Yet could never hope to actually beat someone competent.

An odd person even by backstreet standards. Rodion comments on this as well. He’s too polite, too courteous, it’s that he’s so unassuming that it circles back to being alarming. Serval of the sinners are off put by his behavior. Vergilius even keeps an eye on him. His odd behavior includes the following: doing things that would benefit others without expecting anything in return. Dying for another person's sake. Trying to prevent fights by acting as a mediator (to varying degrees of success). collecting the teeth of those who he has killed in battle.

Favorite of bus crew: it’s celery from how often he stands up for Sinclair he must like the guy right? At least Sinclair seems to think so. Seeing Trey almost like the older brother he’s never had. Though Sinclair seems to never want to actually talk in private with Trey. seems that Sincler has taken the other sinners advice to heart and is somewhat distrustful of Trey.

Least favorite of bus crew: Trey he tends to fight a bit with heathcliff. The two are on opposite sides of the spectrum with Trey being the kind of guy grandma's gush over and call a “sweet young man.” while heathcliff is the power opposite who is seen as a danger to society. It’s a shame since Trey seems to want to get along with heathcliff.

What their Unique magic translated into: Trey can make almost anything taste sweet. It’s called a “secret family recipe.” by Trey. making Trey the only and best baker out of all the sinners.

Sinner description: do not trust this sinner’s factoid. This sinner while having lived in a nest for most of his life. Was born in the backstreets of district 23. This sinner puts on a pleasant act for others to fall victim to. Never be in a room alone with this sinner. You should also not call this sinner out on his act. Since it could lead to a violent confrontation.

Canto summary: traveling to distract 23 and finding themselves in front of a restaurant. Trey is uncharacteristically quiet as the group enters a restaurant. As the group fights off waves of chiefs and find the L corp branch under the restaurant. Trey’s truth is revealed. Trey’s family ran a bakery in district 23. The family’s secret ingredient in all of their sweets was human flesh. Trey’s family found a way to make the porky meat of human taste sweet. Serving some of the beast sweets around.soon there talents for making actually good food was found by a K corp staff member. They were offered a place in the nest and jumped at the opportunity. Yet Trey’s family could no longer easily get away with cooking people. Their sweets don't taste the same without human. So Trey did the unthinkable. He decided to put on a persona that would disarm people. One that would allow them to go to a secluded place where Trey could harvest their meat and no one would be the wiser. Trey was caught one day, but the damage was done. Too many people went missing and his family had to close their bakery due to the lack of customers. Trey never wanted to move, if they stayed in the backstreets none of this would have happened. Trey was his family’s downfall and now they have to face the image of the sevens association fixer who caught him in the act.

Cater diamond:

"Yo I’m Cater! You must be the manager. I’m liking the new head.” "#super lame. I'm just embarrassed being around you." "Oi there not JUST clones. There actually another version of me." "Hey Ruyōshu can you deal with the extras please?"

Always has a basic knowledge on certain topics. Having been an information broker before he joined the Limbus company. He actually had his fighters in a lot of pies, making him both hated and favored by certain people. Having given information about the cretan group to other groups. He actually has so much information that he has knowledge on some of the wing's patients. Making him a very dangerous man. So when he asks you something, be wary because he makes sure to remember all the information in case he needs to use it against you.

He has many different kinds of weapons that he uses. Some of the most common being daggers, swords, and in some cases a stun gun. Often switching between them all on the fly in order to keep his foes guessing at his next move. All his weapons have a diamond shape on them. He tries to be as unpredictable as possible. So Cater tends to be bad in a fight alone; he is rarely alone in a fight though.

Cater and Ryōshū can have full conversations using just abbreviations and acronyms. Sinclair can get lost in all of it. And cant always translate. If Cater is feeling nice he might translate some of Ryōshū’s acronyms. Sinclair tries to translate the two but Cater just tells him not to since it is more fun if the others struggle.

Cater tends to distance himself from most of the sinners. He doesn't know when someone might die, it’s become more complicated with the revival stuff, but that requires Dante to be alive so Cater isn't counting on anyone, hee seems fine with being closer to Dante then most though, that could just be the fact that Dante is why he is alive in the first place. Otherwise he keeps all his friendships at arm's length the moment Dante dies Cater is ready to jump ship. He’s even packed for that occasion having everything he owns in two luggage bags.

Favorite of bus crew: Ryōshū and him get along like the city and violence. The two could even be seen as close to some, yet it's clear she’s just as close as everyone else to cater. The two just get along. He often asks Ryōshū to kill his clones for him. And she tends to oblige these requests. Cater doesn't feel remorse seeing his clones die, he considers his clones' life his own so he gets to choose whether they die or not. Ryōshū is a great asset to Cater in that sense.

Least favorite of the bus crew: he doesn't like Meursault, the guy is an open book that has pages glued together. Cater can't get anything useful out of Meursault. Meursault doesn't have any reason to talk to Cater. Meursault basically like talking to a bank wall to Cater. There's something you want under it but you only get a peak once in a while. So Cater has to deal with that on his team.

What their Unique magic translated into: Cater’s unique magic split card translated interestingly. So in the city Cater, using his knowledge of the patients, has made a device that can instantly clone himself. He tends to use these clones as body doubles and to get out of any harry situations, he was by his own words. “Uniquely adapted to seeing himself die so being brought back isn't any different.” These are Full copies of Cater with blood and flesh. And a few have actually gotten out and survived. They tend to end up doing their own thing. Cater HATES this. They can mess up plans and ruin his reputation alongside many other things. He’s seen one with family before, he did not feel anything when killing it. It’s his life after all. He does use these clones in combat in order to gain a numbers advantage.

Sinner description: this sinner likes to keep everyone at arm's length. waiting for the day he has to leave them in the dust, due to his former occupation. He’s also gained information on a variety of topics if any other sinner doesn't have an answer to one of your questions he will. If this sinner asks for payment for any information it’s advised to remind him that he is contracted and works under you. If he still doesn't give you information it’s advised to take a more physical approach to this issue.

Canto summary: Cater has multiple bounty on his head especially in some districts. His Canto sees him go back to one of these districts, the same one where he killed a Clone of himself that had a family. It was actually the first clone he had made, yet it later revealed that the clone survived, and Cater had not only tried to kill the clone but kill its family as well. Now the clone had come back to avenge its lost family. Cater has to come to terms with the fact that his clones aren't his life anymore. When they leave him they become their own person and only have his face. In a climatic battle where the clone had made its own cloning device. Cater loses who is his enemy and who is his friend in the end of all of it. The last cater alive in the end of it is killed by the sinners and Dante brings Cater back. Although he isn't the one who was last. Finding out that he died to himself and wasn't the last Cater comes to terms that he can't run away anymore. He has to face his problems head on instead of running away.

Riddle Rosehearts:

“Riddle 13’th sinner, it’s nice to meet you manager.” “SHUT UP!!!!” “If you break a rule you must be punished for it, no exceptions are made.” “er not you manager! you're our boss, your orders are absolute.” “Shut up! My mother must be right if she wasn't then- then-!”

Riddle is a stickler for rules. Even going as far as to kill other sinners for barking the slightest rule. He’s also the only person who knows EVERY SINGLE rule of the city. More specifically, every single rule for every single wing/nest. That is an accomplishment that almost no one can do. It’s also why he kills anyone who breaks them. It’s because for the way that these rules are that Riddle knows that these rules end in death. So with every minor misstep Riddle kills the sinner since he doesn't want to be associated with them.

I am going to keep running along with Riddle’s queen of hearts theme. And give Riddle a golden battle axe. Like a grate axe. This thing is taller than Riddle is. I also wanted it to have a particularly large blade for that “beheading” effect for when Riddle fights or uh “corrects” other sinners. Pray for Dante’s sanity.

There is only one sinner that's close to how fast it is to anger Riddle. Yes it’s heathcliff why do you ask? Riddle is always on a short fuse. To say barking a rule angers Riddle is to call a tsunami a wave. Riddle is LIVED when a rule is broken. His anger is often misplaced and ignoring justifications. Insults do anger him greatly, yet it's more verbal than physical. And often ends in Riddle’s own death then another person’s death.

Favorite of bus crew: Ouits, by a very LONG shot. These two only kinda get along. With the most between the two being mutual respect. They are not friends more like acquaintances, but they do have a positive view on eachother. The two of them also look up to the executive manager. Ishaml has called both of them out on their boot licking, but frankly both do not care.

Least favorite of bus crew: let’s not beat a dead horse and say Heathcliff. Though that would be Riddle’s least favorite. Let’s add diversity! And say Hong Lu. Hong Lu and Riddle actually come from similar backgrounds. Only difference being Riddle is an only child. So with how brazen Hong Lu comes off. Not only does Hong Lu break more than his fair share of rules without seemingly knowing it. He’s also someone that insults Riddle the most. The two met once in the past, but Hong Lu always has something to say about Riddle's current condition.

What their Unique magic translated into: off with your head in Twisted wonderland prevents the affected from using their magic. Hope I did well in its transition. Riddle has extensive knowledge on medicine and everything K corp. So with this knowledge he’s able to heal a variety of status ailments, poisons and albe to even in some cases mess with his opponents technology. (IE his base identity would have a skill that could not only cure status ailments but remove enemy buffs like charge.) for Riddle these trivial tasks, and why he’s lived as long as he has.

Sinner description: this sinner suffers from extreme anger issues, and is very stubborn. He has been informed that some rules may not apply to his new job. Giving the executive manager some leeway in controlling his temper. Given the sinner's past it’s not likely that he will go against authority. So you should be safe from any ire he would normally have against you. Give out clear orders, and this inner will complete them with no questions.

Canto summary:Riddle had lived in his house under his mothers tyrannus rule for so long. His monster was someone who held a high poseton a K corp. So Riddle was expected to be able to do outlandish things at a young age. He had to study all day and memorize rules all night. Riddle’s mother even provided stimulants for Riddle to keep him awake. He was isolated for most of his childhood. That was until he met a boy around his age and a cat. The boy had convinced Riddle to play with him and the cat. Riddle for months would sneak out of the house during the little free time he had to play with his new friends. It wasn't until the other boy had invited him to eat a pastry with him at their bakery that Riddle lost track of time. Riddle’s mom found out about Riddle’s rule breaking. Riddle’s mother became forceful and locked Riddle inside her house's basement forcing him to re-read every single rule in the book. Riddle had been in the basement for two weeks until he came to an epiphany. He was unhappy and angry, he was resentful of his mother for forcing expectations that were impossible to reach. Riddle then grabbed the decorative axe his mother had hanging in the front hall. Riddle remembered something he once saw in a book. He wanted to test it out himself. Using his mom as a test subject Riddle found out that the head does blink for a second after death. That is if the manger and sinners can beat Riddle’s mother in combat.

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pressure- matt sturniolo

when the pressure of the sturniolo fanbase starts to get to you, are you and matt strong enough to get through it?

tw: angst, crying, language, intended lowercase, use of y/n, fluff

you were at home like always, scrolling on your phone as you waited for your boyfriend matt to come home from filming a car video.

as you were scrolling, an video titled “7 reasons why i would be a better girlfriend to matt than y/n.”

this happened alot, and while the threats and bullying were annoying they didn’t really effect you.

but recently they just kept coming, hate comment after hate video, and it was just becoming too much.

as the video finishes, your bedroom door opens revealing a tired looking matt.

“hey sweetheart!” matt says tiredly, it was 3 am and he had been up for a while.

“hey matt.” you say, trying to sound as happy as you could, despite feeling upset and offended.

“hey, are you okay? you look really upset.” matt says, noticing your flushed face and the frown formed on your lips. as tired as he was, you could see the concern in his big, blue eyes.

“i’m fine.” you reply, not sounding fine at all.

“you sure? you don’t sound very fine.”

“it’s nothing matt, it was just one of those stupid videos.”

“what kind of video?”

“one of those ones that say that we should break up, and how awful of a person i am, blah blah blah-it’s fine matt, really.” you say as nonchalantly as possible.

“y/n, we’ve talked about this, just ignore them.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to ignore that kind of thing matt? your fanbase is like a fucking mafia on a mission to kill me or somethin’! it’s kinda hard to ignore something like that.”

“well i can do it, so it’s clearly not that hard.” matt remarks.

at this point, you both are yelling, and there’s no way matt and chris aren’t listening in right now.

“well people like you! your the hot young guy, girls want you. they adore you matt. then they find out about me and wanna stab me or some shit like that.”

“well what am i supposed to do about that, y/n? it’s not like i have control over what my fans do!”

“i don’t fucking know, maybe tell ‘em to stop or somethin’. ”

“i can’t do that, you know that.”

“why can’t you?”

“i just can’t, alright? y’know, sometimes you’re so fucking whiny and annoying about shit like this. just because people don’t like you doesn’t mean your life is gonna end, y/n.”

“don’t talk to me like that again matt.”

you both are standing in front of the tv, staring at each other either angry, disgusted glares. matt’s hands are balled into fists as you cross your arms.

“i’ll talk however i want to, y/n.”

“well, you sure as hell aren’t gonna talk to me like that.”

matt moves his arms onto your shoulders, shoving you harshly. you don’t know what happened. the matt you know would never put his hands on you, at least in a harmful way.

you stare at him blankly. it doesn’t feel like matt is your boyfriend right now, it feels like someone replaced him with an evil, selfish man.

“well then, since you wanna act like an arrogant bitch, i’ll leave.” you say.

“fine, leave. do whatever you want to, i don’t care!” matt yells out after you.

you pick up your phone and car keys, and walk out of the room.

nick and chris are on the couch, trying to cover up the fact that they were listening to you and matt argue. nick unpauses rupauls drag race while chris tries to act like he was scrolling on tiktok this whole time.

“where are you going, y/n?” nick asks.

“i’m going home.” you reply.

you tell nick and chris goodbye, walking out of the house and driving back to your apartment.

you step in the shower, hoping the warm water can wash away the bad memories of the night.

you scrub your shoulders, trying to erase the feeling of matt’s firm grab on them.

you’re still in shock, unable to process the thought of matt getting physical with you.

you hear your phone going off outside of the shower, blowing up with messages from nick and chris apologizing for their brother’s actions.

you step out of the shower and do your skincare, trying to calm yourself down before getting in bed.

you lay in bed, trying to drift off to sleep, but you can’t. you can’t sleep without the feeling of matt’s soft embrace enveloping you. you can’t sleep without the soft sounds of his breathing and the way his hair tickles your forehead in the middle of the night.

you didn’t realize you were crying, but you were. you needed matt’s comfort.

you can’t sleep without matt.

you want to call him, and tell him how much you miss him. but you know you shouldn’t.

you do it anyway.

it rings once, and matt answers. light sniffles and shaky breaths are on the other end of the line as you start to speak.

“matt?” you say shakily, trying to sound as if you weren’t just crying.

“yes angel?” he says, acting as if nothing happened earlier.

“i know it’s late, and i know your mad at me, but could you come over? i can’t sleep.” you say, nervous he’ll decline your request.

“of course, i wanna talk things out.” he says.

within 15 minutes, matt is at your apartment door, walking in and sitting on your bed.

“i’m sorry about everything. i should’ve never touched you, i didnt mean to. i mean, there’s no excuse, but i truly am sorry. i acted like a dick, i didn’t care about your feelings and i should’ve. i’m sorry, i just don’t wanna lose you.” matt rambles out.

“it’s okay matt, i’m sorry i was too sensitive.” you reply calmly.

“i jus’ feel awful, after what i said to you.” matt says, starting to cry again.

“it’s okay matt, i forgive you.”

“you sure?” matt asks cautiously.

“i’m sure.” you smile for what feels like the first time in forever as matt wraps you up in a hug. you soak in the warm feeling of his arms, the sweet scent of his cologne, and the feeling of his chin resting on your head.

“i love you y/n.” matt says, leaning down to peck a little kiss onto your lips.

“i love you too matt.”

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers!!

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