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yanxidarlings · 4 months

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what's this? for once i am listening to a poll and not getting distracted by something entirely different?

fair warning this is probably my darkest yandere hp writing, reader goes through some shit (said shit being the slytherins shit) it's mostly just angst and misery with a hint of fluff (if you squint) honestly not that crazy about this, but i hereby present

YANDERE SLYTHERIN BOYS: NOT SLYTHERIN, AYE?

"remember, m/n, you have to do everything to be put into slytherin, no matter how it is the sorting works" draco levelled with m/n l/n, holding an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

breaking away from the blond's gaze, m/n let out a snicker "i don't know what you're so worried about, draco, i'm the most slytherin person i know!" internally, everyone who wasn't m/n sighed. it was no secret m/n wasn't exactly.. slytherin material. but neither was enzo, or goyle and crabbe for that matter. but they'd all end up in slytherin together anyway, right?.

swinging an arm over the other male's shoulder, enzo pulled m/n in close "we just have to act as slytherin as possible, it'll be a lap around the quidditch pitch getting sorted if we just think things like.. how wicked snakes are- especially green ones! and.." the brunet furrowed his brows as he paused to think. "and just say mudblood over and over again as well! that'll convince them for sure"

m/n laughed, wiggling out of enzo's grip. if only he had actually taken the advice, maybe he wouldn't be where he was now.

"ravenclaw" "hufflepuff" "gryffindor"

what did the hat even yell out? all m/n knows is that it wasn't slytherin. he sat motionless on the stool, gripping the edges, waiting to hear 'slytherin' yelled out.

"mr l/n, please make your way to the ravenclaw table" a stern voice spoke.

he looked up to see professor mcgonagall staring at him, indicating towards the ravenclaw table. "what, why?" he gave the old woman a confuddled look "that's you're house, mr l/n" the look of confuddlement had turned into pure shock "the.. over there?" when mcgonagall quickly confirmed yes his mouth went agape "are you sure? i.." he pointed towards the slytherin table, where the rest of his childhood friends had been sorted "whilst i'm not entirely convinced, the sorting hat is, move along child" ushering him off the stool and towards the ravenclaw table, mcgonagall quickly went to call out the next name as soon as he was down the steps.

taking a seat at the very edge of the table, m/n ignored the greeting from the boy sat next to him to stare over at the slytherin table. only lorenzo was looking over at him, the rest avoided his gaze.

the boy pinched his forearm, leaving a red mark. but he didn't wake up in his bed nor the slytherin dormitory.

looking down, he saw his robes had taken on the blue and bronze colours associated with the eagle house. his stomach dropped, the reality of the situation coming crashing down. m/n l/n's life was effectively over

• the next day at herbology, the ravenclaw first class that day with the slytherins, none of them acknowledged him. it stung. sure, the reader had heard of purebloods not getting sorted into slytherin and being alienated from their family and circle, but it was never supposed to happen to him!

• the invisible treatment, alongside the howler he received from his guardian was enough to make him cry in the owlery after curfew. where else was there to cry? his new dormmates were mudbloods out for his magic! and the prefects patrolled the halls at night. imagine the humiliation if weaslebee or whatever the ravenclaw prefect's name was saw him balling his eyes out?

• lorenzo spoke to him, for a little while. but he knew the boy's parents would nip that behaviour in the bud eventually. the prestigious heir of the berkshire family? associating with a blood traitor? m/n knew none of them wanted to be dragged down with him.

• for a little while, he thought they just needed time to adjust to him being in a different house. it was just a house? the day after ravenclaw beat the slytherin team in first year, all hopes of that came crashing down.

"draco!" m/n smiled as he came past malfoy in the halls, "can you believe wattle stole the snitch? she must have knocked it out of higgs hands, i swear he had it" quidditch was safe, right? m/n had never given a hoot about quidditch in the past, but if it meant getting back in draco and his gang's good books, call him a connoiseur.

malfoy shot m/n a glare "let's see you do any better then" he spat. crabbe and goyle had their arms folded, as if they were the blond's bodyguards.

the ravenclaw went agape before puffing his cheeks out, trying to think of something to say "i- i was just chatting" he folded his arms, not in the intimidating way crabbe and goyle were, as if to make himself smaller.

"you're pathetic, l/n, you think i'd want to be friends with a disgusting blood traitor. know what? i'm glad you got sorted into ravenclaw so i didn't have to find out the hard way, you would have taken us all down with you, wouldn't you?" draco sneered out, eyes narrowing.

m/n looked down, his face painted with shock "draco.. i swear i'm not a blood traitor, the hat got it all wrong!" there was no reasoning with someone like draco, who had been raised with the strict pureblood beliefs shoved down his throat.

oi!, a voice rang out from behind him, turning halfway, m/n saw a boy in slytherin robes that he had never met before "who's this" "who are you" m/n said in near unison with the stranger "he's no one, riddle, nothing but a worthless blood traitor"

with that, malfoy, crabbe and goyle pushed past m/n, and began chatting with the other boy- riddle.

• to say the first few years at hogwarts are hell for m/n is an understatement. it wouldn't be a surprise if he developed anxiety, depression and paranoia from the constant ridicule and bullying. every corner he turned, one of them was there, calling him foul names, telling him he's a disgrace to his family name.

• who would want to stick around and become a victim as well? no one. that's who m/n had, no one. they brought anyone who he spent time with the same hell. it wasn't even just insults, it was physical, from getting into petty fights with mattheo, to theodore using the levicorpus charm to give him a concussion.

• if he so much as looks one of the greengrass girls way, elio would pour one of snape's potions over m/n's head and then tell the professor that m/n had stolen the potion. if he got the best grade in any class, enzo would accuse the reader of stealing his work, although tom always seemed to be the mastermind behind it.

• there was this one time when a girl a year below him, luna lovegood, began hanging around him, declaring that they were now friends. but m/n knew better than to get used to it, and he was right. within a few weeks of the friendship, a rumour started spreading that m/n was sleeping with rita skeeter and shit talking the quibbler. lovegood never looked at him the same.

• not to mention, the situation at home only got worse. the house was no longer a home, if it ever was. everything he apparently 'did' at hogwarts got reported back to his parents, who disowned him in fifth year.

• m/n didn't return to hogwarts after the winter break when his name was burnt off the family tree.

the great hall was bustling with students, catching up with friends after the yuletide season. the 'best spot' on the slytherin table (where the roasted turkeys were) was dominated by what was best known as the 'slytherin gang'.

blaise was quiet, but when wasn't he? he only spoke when something needed to be said. eyeing the ravenclaw table for his favourite person to lovingly stare (glare) at, he saw no familiar face.

darting his eyes back and forth between the entry and the table, a solemn look crossed his dark features. "what's got you so pissed, mate?" theo leaned over, following zabini's gaze. blaise briefly made eye contact with theo before taking a bite of roasted potato

"i don't see him either" riddle, tom, to be exact, remarked. theo made an 'o' face, the name didn't have to be said for everyone to know who they were talking about. they spent their days thinking of ways to torment him, who else would they notice the absence of?

• nobody explicitly said they missed the reader, but actions speak louder than words.

• tom was the first to notice something was amiss. you couldn't waterboard the information out of him, but he couldn't stand not to know where l/n was. he honestly thought the bullying was a bit ridiculous, but as long as he was isolating the reader, he didn't care how it was done.

• he takes action the quickest, stalking the long halls, trying to determine whether or not m/n was just avoiding them.

• it became something of a group mission find out where m/n is. before, they were just possessive, but now, now they were becoming obsessed.

• when the darling finally returned to hogwarts after weeks of being MIA, all the torment, all the bullying, it just stopped. they were being nice which only scared m/n even more. five, even four years ago he would have eaten this up. but he knew better than to trust people now- no, he was straight up paranoid.

BLAISE ZABINI

• blaise was one of the only ones who truly believed m/n was a blood traitor. but he never gave up on him. in blaise's mind, the years of 'torment' was him helping show the reader the importance of blood purity and status.

• blaise won't apologise for what he did, not sincerely. it'll be more of a 'i'm sorry it took you this long to understand the point'. he truly thinks he was just molding the reader into the perfect future spouse for him.

• the reader has simply traded one hell for another with blaise. refuse to agree to the arranged marriage? won't spend time with him? then the reader truly must be a blood traitor.

• blaise has his softer moments with the reader, where he'll reassure them that he never actually hated them, that he didn't mean any of what he would say to them. but the damage is done.

• when it's his night with m/n, sometimes he'll be awoken at 2am to the sound of m/n getting ready for the next day. when he tried to open the door to the bathroom, he had never heard such a panicked "don't!" when he asked m/n why, "i'm not presentable yet" it broke his heart.

DRACO MALFOY

• draco had been encouraged by his parents- no, by his father, to put m/n in his place. now that he looks back at it, it had nothing to do with m/n, it was about making sure draco never even considered betraying his blood status.

• he engulfed the reader in a hug when he finally saw him on the way to class. whispering apologies, holding back tears. "i thought- i thought you had done something stup-" but he was quickly shoved off, m/n even mocked him for the tears.

• for the first time in his life, he understood what it felt like to be in the readers position. merlin, he was a git, wasn't he? he'll spend his entire life trying to make up for it if he has to.

• what he couldn't handle was m/n rejecting his attempts at friendship. gosh fucking damn it just love him already, draco makes it clear that the bullying might be over, and he's really sorry it ever happened, but the reader is never allowed a life outside of the slytherins.

• people who interact with the reader are still targeted, leaving him as isolated as ever. at some point he might accept draco's offer of friendship, but he'd never be stupid enough to actually buy into that bollocks.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

• lorenzo was kind of like the readers guardian angel throughout his years of torment. he might have been a bystander, but he never directly took part in foul 'pranks' they'd pull on him. it hurt his heart to see m/n so misrable, but he had a reputation to uphold and parents to keep happy.

• whenever the chance would present itself, enzo would try and make m/n's day a bit better. he sent anonymous chocolates from hogsmede for a good while, until pollux and draco started calling m/n a pig when he'd eat them at dinner.

• but it was the thought that counts! and that's what enzo tries to tell m/n in fifth year. he got punched. m/n told him to get lost in the forbidden forest and to take the rest of them with him.

• time heals all wounds, enzo probably has one of the best chances of developing an actual friendship with the reader. but they all want more, especially enzo. who believes he has some sort of precedence over the others for being 'so good' to the reader when everyone else wasn't.

• he thought he was being slick, discussing the possibility of an arranged marriage with his parents. but blaise has made plans a while back, and tom had taken the dark mark with the promise that his father would oneday have m/n marry him.

MATTHEO RIDDLE

• mattheo is by far, by a long mile, the worst of them all. he used to cruciatus curse on more than once on m/n whenever he was in a particularly jealous or bad mood. objectified him based on his looks "i'd bash your face in but then i'd ruin the only thing you have going for you."

• he didn't even know the reader before hogwarts, he just saw the way draco treated m/n, felt a funny warm feeling, and decided that meant he hated the reader.

• but god forbid anybody else does what he does, mattheo sometimes even tells off the other slytherins, the ones he doesn't like (draco lmao) to back off. maybe if he took his own advice m/n wouldn't be as traumatised as he is.

• lost his shit when m/n didn't return in fifth year. felt like he was dying, it was then he realised that maybe m/n is more important to him than he thought.

• babies the shit out of m/n when he comes back- he tries to at least. offers to carry his bags, trys to sleep in his bed with him, patches up even a small paper cut. it's a startling contrast, m/n probably feels like he has to go along with it, or risk becoming mattheo's target again.

THEODORE NOTT

• theo wouldn't have gotten in on the bullying if it weren't for his father and the others encouraging him. he didn't do nearly as much as draco or mattheo, but was still considerably worse than blaise or enzo.

• he would always hover around m/n, using his robes, sometimes skin as an ashtray. always making some sort of sarcastic or witty remark. and he always had a glare that would sink though m/n's skull, leaving him constantly on the edge.

• even during the earlier years of hogwarts, theo would have moments of softness, where he dropped the hateful act. which is why he was the one m/n trusted the least when the torment finally stopped.

• m/n keeping his distance, emotionally at least, is what drives theo over the edge. instead of saying something demeaning when he gets like that, theo now has outbursts where he demands closeness: mattheo will often have to drag him out of the room.

• there's always an over the top apology, only for it to go horribly wrong when the reader doesn't eat it up. he drowns in self hatred and anger, wouldn't it be great it time turners could go back years and none of this happened?

TOM RIDDLE

• tom honestly thought the reader deserved the treatment they got at first. to be born with pure blood and to throw away the privileges that came with it so easily? absolutely disgusting.

• he used to mastermind the bigger plans, until he came to respect m/n's intelligence and strength. anybody else would have ended themselves by now, and he had never met anyone as intelligent as himself. of course at first he developed his own hatred towards the ravenclaw whenever he'd get the same or a higher score on a test than him.

• his attraction to m/n causes him to pull out of partaking in the bullying by around third year. he's got better things to do, like being the top of the class over the likes of an ungrateful blood traitor.

• his main motivation in helping his father resurrect was the power it would give him over m/n. once he became a loyal death eater, he would be rewarded with m/n. the readers feelings be damned, tom wasn't above the imperius curse, amortentia or the cruciatus curse.

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catiuskaa · 5 months

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out of the blue. —bf!hyunjin thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because he paints the stars in my nights, and ik i said i’d post the angst one-shots and i promise i’m working on them but cmonnnnnnn i couldn’t resist myself </3)

hyunjin, whose mind is crowded with incompleted drafts and projects, thoughts mixed in a blur of different hues and colours.

hyunjin, who stormed out of the art class you two had signed up for, hands dirty with blurbs of paint and charcoal.

hyunjin, who started ranting dramatically about his frustrations when he felt you follow behind.

hyunjin, who keeps blabbing out insults and curse words towards the line of failed canvases he’s painted in a long while as he fiddles with his keys.

hyunjin, who doesn’t realize your expresion full of surprise when he steps in and expects you to follow him inside his appartment, one you’ve never been in before.

hyunjin, who takes his hands to his face in deep frustration as he lets himself fall down on the couch, knowing that he won’t finish any painting before his schedule fills up again, and grunts loudly.

hyunjin, who feels you pick up a chair and sit in front of him, his hand reaching out for yours, sighing at your soft strokes to the back of his palm.

hyunjin, who is still reeling in angsty art block feelings. “It just doesn’t work like before!” He groans, his frown deepening.

hyunjin, who doesn’t feel a little four-legged ball of fur approach the two of you, who woke up due to his owner’s loud frustration.

hyunjin, who’s confused to feel a damp texture stroke his fingers, and opens his eyes in a squint when he hears you saying “no, don’t lick the paint!”

hyunjin, whose heart goes crazy when he finds kkami, his small and cute piece of hell and destruction, friend to no one, comfortably cuddled up in your lap, half-down his body hidden under the hem of your oversized sweater, like a blanket.

hyunjin, who stares at you with wide eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry, I-I’ll put him down…” you mumble, equally blushed and confused.

hyunjin, who sits up in a milisecond. “NONONO!” He stops you dramatically. “I- I’m just… he doesn’t get along with anyone. Not even me.”

hyunjin, who dumbfoundedly stares at his sunshine and his moon, as kkami barks playfully at you, wanting more snuggles.

hyunjin, who grins teasingly. “I want snuggles too. Should I bark now?” You both laugh, and he takes both you and the dog in his arms, now comfortably laying down on the sofa, cuddled up for a well-deserved nap.

hyunjin, who later giggles, his eyes like little crescent moons as he pleads dramatically. “Please let me paint you with him— You’re just so cute! And him, too!”

~kats, who calls her dogs her “furry chaos potatoes.”

#i love him so much #hyunjin skz #hyunjin headcanons #kkami #stray kids x reader #soft hours #stray kids headcanons #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #skz hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin comfort #skz hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader

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jar-of-maise · 9 months

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"Lynette!" Lyney bursts into the living room with uncharacteristic clumsiness. Leaning against the door frame, Lyney looks like the perfect image of chaos. Little streamers erupt from his pockets and tiny fireworks explode, crackling from under hat and sleeve as he stumbles through the doorway.

The ominous smell of smoke begins to taint the air.

"Lyney, you know what the rules are about magic props inside the house," Lynette chides, blowing on her tea meticulously without looking at her brother.

"Is something wrong...Lyney?" Freminet asks hesitantly, unsure of how to breach the topic.

His older brother huffs dramatically, staggering over to the couch with comically elongated steps. Freminet has to remind himself that this is his older brother, Lyney the Magician, the responsible team leader they all look up to and admire.

He takes another look at Lyney's frazzled expression and decides that now might not be one of those times.

“Oh it’s horrid!” Lyney whines, “the show’s all falling to pieces now!” He exclaims, shoving his face into a cushion. Freminent glances at Lynette, who’s determinedly ignoring Lyney and eyeing a slice of cake on the table.

“Leave him be,” she says when she notices Freminent’s silent cry of help, “he’s just being dramatic. Lyney pull yourself together,” she scolds, carefully slicing through the cake with a fork, “you’re making Freminent worry.”

“Oh my dearest little brother! I had no idea, please forgive me for causing you grief!” Lyney monologues, in a manner not very different to how Lady Furina would deliver speeches, “but this is a matter of utmost importance, I’m really in a pickle.”

“Lynette, maybe…” Freminent begins, watching as his sister’s tail flicks, “hm? Oh alright,” she says in an exasperated voice, “Lyney, use your words. What. Is. It?”

“I,” Lyney begins, delighted to have an audience, “have a problem!”

“I’m delighted to know that you have gained self-awareness,” Lynette replies dryly, reaching for another slice of cake, Freminent watches her and knows that a scolding from Lyney is imminent, but keeps his mouth shut.

“Oh Lynette, how could you be so cold to your dear brother?” Lyney continues to complain, he rests his cheek on the cushion and sighs.

“Are you going to talk about your problem or not?”

“All in due time, there’s no need to be impatient,” Lyney retorts, Freminent blinks, clutching Pers a little tighter as he gets comfortable.

“See, it goes a little like this,” Lyney begins wistfully, “I’ve been experiencing something quite phenomenal you see,” he says, eye turning round, “my hands have been sweating a lot, and it’s like my heart is about to go–” Lyney snaps his fingers and miraculously, a shower of blue coloured butterflies erupt from his fingertips.

“Like that!” He waves his hands.

Freminet nods, “I see,” he says, absorbing himself in the storytelling.

“Just get on with it,” Lynette says, delicately pouring herself another cup of tea, her ears pricked in a very satisfied manner.

“Well!” Lyney continues unoffended, “my brain has also been going fuzzy and I’m finding it hard to focus…no matter what happens, I just keep thinking about the same thing. But sometimes I’m giddy and all mushy like–”

“Please don’t,” Lynette interrupts, “it’ll be a hassle to clean up later.”

“Oh just this once, please Lynette, please?”

Lynette sighs, “fine.” She says, with unamused eyes.

Lyney grins and melts himself onto the couch, “I’m melting like sugar, or one of those chocolates that dissolve in your mouth!” He proclaims, and throws a sweet at Freminet who catches it, “Caramel Melts; nothing like a melt to give you a little help,” he says slowly, reading the cursive print on the wrapper.

“Where did you get this from?” Freminet asks curiously.

“Unimportant,” Lyney says dismissively, “I’ll get you some more if you like them though, but anyways, all of the symptoms listed above,” Lyney unravels a scroll and unrolls it with a flourish.

Freminet should be used to Lyney’s tricks by now, but he’s still amazed at the fountain pen that begins writing by itself, “sweaty hands, strange emotions; mushiness, unreasonable amounts of joy…” he stops reading.

“All of these,” Lyney points at the scroll, “are what I believe are symptoms of…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“That’s right! These are none other than…signs of heart stroke!” Lyney says proudly.

There is a long, fat silence.

The floor is very interesting, Freminet decides, and these shoes have a spectacular shine, I should really polish them some more, he thinks to himself.

“Lyney,” Lynette says, breaking the heavy silence, “you’re not going through heart stroke.”

Thank archons, Lynette is here! Freminet doesn’t think he’d have the courage to say that to Lyney’s face, in a manner that wouldn’t make Lyney even more melodramatic.

“What!? Then what is it?” Lyney asks, rising from the clutches of the plush couch for the first time.

“My diagnosis is…” Lynette pauses for dramatic effect, and Freminet swears Pers is listening attentively too.

They all hold their breaths.

“You’re in love, Lyney.” Lynette announces, taking a long sip of her tea. Freminet’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t compare to the heavy thud he hears and the long, loud shriek of, “WHAT?!” That echoes well and truly wonderfully throughout Hotel Bouffes d'ete. From then on, the urban legends of Fontaine often speculated about a most inhuman ghoul or perhaps, troll that was being kept hidden in the Hotel basement.

Not that such rumours could ever be proven.

“Let them imagine,” Lynette would say, sipping her tea nonchalantly, “a little shock has never hurt anyone,” she glances at Lyney, who’s been sitting on his chair with a stunned expression on his face. Indeed, Lynette helps herself to a macaroon, perhaps the next step is to give Lyney a little push, after all, a gentle nudge has never hurt anyone either.

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tenelkadjowrites · 11 months

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Wallflower - Final Part - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE HERE. PART TWO HERE. PART THREE HERE.

🌻 Summary: A decision on Seonghwa’s part finally forces you to make choices in regards to your job and your feelings for him.

🌻 Word count: 7.6k

🌻 Genre & warnings: nerdy seonghwa with coworker reader. fem pronouns for reader. smut. oral sex, both reader giving and receiving. dirty talk. unprotected sex. creampie.

🌻Tags are now at the bottom of the fic.

this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

“Oh, you didn’t want to take advantage of wearing jeans this Friday?” Sir Dipshit looms over your desk, peering down at you with a curious expression on his face.

“I didn’t, I actually don’t really like wearing jeans,” You reply, pretending to be engrossed in reading an e-mail.

“Don’t like wearing jeans?” He says incredulously, “Never heard of such a thing! You know, it’s a perk for the office to wear jeans on the occasional Friday. Seems to be a shame not to take advantage of it.”

Your skin is starting to crawl from this conversation. Time to get out of it. You close out of the e-mail and push away from your desk, making a show of having forgotten something.

“Completely forgot to get that TPS report cover that I made a copy of.” You are inching past Sir Dipshit. “Sorry, excuse me.”

Before he can say anything, you are scurrying away from your cubicle, taking the long way to the copy machine by circling over to Seonghwa’s cubicle.

He is typing away, oblivious to your presence since his back is towards you. You haven’t been with him physically since Tuesday when you devoured one another with such force that you still can’t really wrap your head around it. Ever since then, it isn’t that things have been awkward but…something has felt different. Off. Wrapped up and shoved in the back of the closet with the door tightly shut with all the other problems you’re ignoring.

Not that Seonghwa is a problem. Which is a problem in its own special way because everything around him feels so damn good.

“Wow,” You drawl, “No jeans? You know, it’s a company perk to wear jeans on the occasional Friday and you’re not taking advantage of it.”

Seonghwa laughs, swiveling in his chair to face you. He’s wearing a baby blue button up today. The sleeves are a little too large for his wrists but it still somehow works, making him look delicate. He pushes his sandy blonde hair out of his face, slender fingers bringing back memories that you shouldn’t be thinking about right now. His pants are dress slacks in a crème colour which you are currently gesturing to.

“You got the lecture too?” Seonghwa goes.

“I sure did. Had to lie to get out of the conversation. Walk with me to the copier?”

He nods, and the two of you set off across the office together. At one point, you hear a distinct giggle of your coworker and steadfastly ignore it. You aren’t going to be pretending that you’re not friends with Seonghwa anymore. You glance at him, taking note of a small hint of colour across his cheeks. He must hear them laughing at us, you think as a surge of annoyance at your coworkers and job strikes your chest.

“You wanna grab lunch together?” You ask.

“Yeah, sure,” He seems distracted now although you chalk it up to the laughter, “Sorry that I couldn’t yesterday but that meeting ran long.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

At the copier, you pretend to press a few buttons, knowing damn well there is nothing here that you need to do. Seonghwa is looking out the window, lost in thought.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“I have to tell you something,” He says at the same time.

Alarmed, you blink. “What?”

“Maybe I should wait until lunch, actually…”

“No, no, no, you absolutely cannot dangle a ‘I have to tell you something’ and then make me wait longer,” You say urgently, staring at him with wide eyes, “What is it?”

“It’s – it’s nothing major. I just wanted to say uh…tomorrow night. I have a date.”

The words land in a small pile at your feet. You are vaguely aware of the noises of people typing, the scent of cheap breakroom coffee, the low hum of conversation and phones ringing. The sun is bright and hot, pouring in from the windows and landing on your skin with a sizzle.

“Oh, that’s…that’s great,” Some part of you replies, “Cool.”

Seonghwa looks uncomfortable and awkward. The gap that has been growing since the last time you slept together, since the kisses afterward were a little too soft and a little too kind, seems to visible widen in front of you. Inwardly unmoored, you try to collect your features into the face of someone who is happy for a friend.

“I just wanted to let you know,” Seonghwa says – is his voice stilted or are you projecting your own feelings onto him?

“Well yeah, I mean, that’s what friends do, right? Keep each other up to date on stuff,” You reply and the remark feels so hollow that you want to shriek and take a bat to the copy machine.

“Yeah,” He seems to linger on the word, swallowing hard and looking out the window. The sun reflects off his glasses and you can’t see his eyes.

The conversation stalls. You scan the office, seeing Sir Dipshit is now safely tucked away. “I should get back to my desk. Thanks for walking with me.”

Seonghwa nods and you turn around before he can say anything else, wrangling with the strange feelings fighting in your chest and the uncomfortable way your morning coffee sits in your stomach. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself, we’re just friends.

Even though you want to stop yourself, you glance at Seonghwa over your shoulder. He is still by the copy machine, face tilted towards the window, lost in thought. Maybe you should have asked more about the date like who he is going with, what they’re like but you couldn’t muster the energy.

You’re the one who told him that the two of you are just friends. What did you expect? The sex is just secondary to the friendship.

The friendship. The words are sour in your heart. Sitting down at your desk, you stare at the computer screen, chafing at being here but knowing there isn’t anywhere else to be. This is your job. You asked for this. Just like you asked to be Seonghwa’s friend.

Saturday morning is bright and beautiful, the complete opposite of your own disposition which is more like a hurricane growing stronger in the ocean. As the morning bleeds into the afternoon, your mind can only think about the dread of going back to work Monday morning…and Seonghwa going on his date tonight.

The conversation at lunch yesterday had been stiff, the rift threatening to tear the entire friendship to shreds. You blame yourself – you are the one who told Seonghwa to date and now you’re the one acting weird about it. It’s unfair to send such confusing messages to him especially when you don’t even understand it yourself. But every time you tried to act ‘normal’, it only felt more artificial.

Now, your unhappiness is a heavy weight on your chest and you lost the sledgehammer to break it apart. By the time you convince yourself to leave the apartment and do something to enjoy your day, it is the middle of the afternoon.

While your money slips through your fingers to buy an assortment of shit you don’t need while traversing the city, your mind is restless. It circles between Seonghwa and work like a tennis match from hell. You are so swept up in your own thoughts that it isn’t until you come to a sudden stop and look upwards that you realize exactly where your feet have taken you, almost of their own accord.

Pushing on the door, you step inside the quiet store. Small dust motes swirl in the light, landing on shelves filled with pendulums, tarot cards, spell jars and glittering crystals. The air smells heavy with incense, and a large crystal ball in the centre of the store shimmers gently. There is no one else in the shop and for the first time all day, you feel strangely at peace as if you’ve been here before.

“Just a second!” comes a muffled voice from the back room which is separated by a gauzy purple curtain.

You hadn’t meant to end up at the shop Seonghwa’s friend, Wooyoung, runs. But maybe your subconscious had. Maybe you’re just trying to find answers out of the labyrinth of your own making.

Your hands are filled with bags stuffed with various purchases of items you don’t need and you awkwardly navigate the small shop, careful not to knock anything off a table.

You are looking at a collection of small necklaces when Wooyoung pops up from the back of the shop. He is wearing a black dress shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing the tanned skin of his chest. His hair is messy, swept up in a small ponytail, rings adorning every finger, catching the light. In the middle of his chest swings a small amethyst crystal. There is something mischievous about him, a sort of energy that just feels tied to him as a person instead of an act for running a store like this.

“Admiring the necklaces?” He says by way of greeting, swooping from behind the counter to come to your side. He smells faintly of cinnamon.

You nod, suddenly unsure if Seonghwa has even mentioned you to his group of friends. Do they know the two of you have been sleeping together? Maybe bringing him up will be awkward as hell. But now that you ended up here, you know exactly why and need to see it through.

“Yes, I really like this one,” You reply, your fingers gently brushing against a small necklace that has a circular mark that looks like two pieces fitting together.

Wooyoung looks pleased, “Made that one myself. Saw it in a dream.”

“What does it mean?” The metal is cold against your fingertip.

“Hm, I think the dream was about a binding spell. I don’t remember much, mostly just that design stuck out to me.” He looks at you slyly. “If you feel drawn to it, you should pick it up.”

You laugh. “I know a sales pitch when I hear one.”

“Half sales pitch, half just me being honest. If you feel drawn to anything in this shop, it’s usually for a reason.”

I think I was drawn to the shop in general seeing as I just wandered over here, you think to yourself. You do slip the necklace off the display shelf, deciding that you might as well make a purchase since you showed up to mostly bother Wooyoung.

“I actually came here for a reason. I’m…ah…friends. With Seonghwa.”

Wooyoung’s brows come together for a brief second before he narrows his gaze a little. “Oh. Wait, you’re…”

“His coworker,” You say hastily, “Has he mentioned me?”

“He’s talked about you, yeah.” And by the way Wooyoung neatly avoids your gaze, you know that he is well aware of what your friendship with Seonghwa entails. “Did he mention my shop to you?”

“He did. He said it was in the historic district and well, there’s not a lot of tarot shops in this area. I know it sounds strange but I wanted to talk to you. Seonghwa mentioned that you left a cushy job to start this shop. I’m feeling pretty lost with my own work. I want to leave it but I don’t know where to go. Were you scared when you left?”

“Are you kidding me? I was terrified. Not only was I starting my own business but I was running a tarot shop which can be extremely niche depending on the area. Luckily, I landed this spot in the historic district which worked in my favor but I would say the first six months were touch and go. I wasn’t sure if the business was going to stay open or if I’d be successful. But I kept with it and eventually, I started getting a regular batch of clients and word of mouth spread. I was able to expand the shop outside of just tarot readings and more of a storefront,” Wooyoung pauses for a moment before adding, “Hwa has mentioned you’re pretty unhappy at work.”

“I am. I just don’t know what to do next. I don’t know where to go or what I even want to do. I guess I feel sorta…stuck. I want to change but I don’t know what direction. And I…I worry that I’ve been placing too much of that anxiety on Seonghwa.”

Wooyoung cocks his head to the side. “I know we just met and I know this is a personal question that I’m about to ask. But I have to ask it because Seonghwa is my friend.”

“Fair enough.”

“How do you feel about him?”

“I…” You trail off, suddenly feeling incredibly shy. Wooyoung stares at you patiently although you get the sense he isn’t going to back down from the question. “I like him.”

“How much do you like him? Is it just friendly? Or is it you like him enough just to get what you need from him?”

Aghast, you shake your head. “I’m not – it’s not like that. I’m not using him. I really do like him.”

“How much then?” He presses.

“I…I mean does that matter?” You opt to deflect. “He has a date tonight.”

“Does that bother you? How much does that bother you?”

“Geez,” You say, feeling your face growing warm, “I didn’t think this would be an interrogation.”

“It isn’t anything against you personally. I’m sure you’re nice. But, and I know Seonghwa will be annoyed with me for saying this, he’s quite smitten with you. He kept telling me that the two of you are just friends and now he’s going on this date. But I don’t think his heart is in it. His heart is with you. And now, not only is Seonghwa leading himself down a path that doesn’t follow what he wants, he’s potentially getting someone else involved that could end up liking or even loving him and they won’t get his full attention because of his feelings for you.”

You’re floored by the brutal honesty. Must run in the group of friends, you think wryly, remembering the few times Seonghwa has been blunt in his own manner with you as well.

But some part of you likes that Wooyoung is so open in protecting Seonghwa even if it means bringing things to the surface you keep running from. It meant you couldn’t avoid the topics any longer.

“I want you to stand here and take a few seconds to really think about Seonghwa and think about how you feel about him.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you go, “Why are you trying to help me?”

“I’m not helping you. I’m helping Seonghwa. I’ve seen him get cut up over you and this whole friends with benefits thing – which never works out, by the way – and he doesn’t deserve it. I can’t figure you out. Is it malicious? No, I don’t think so. Then, is it just friendship for you? I thought that at first but over time, I’m not so sure. So, what is it?”

“I…” You trail off, thinking about Seonghwa.

Your gaze slides away from Wooyoung over to the window showing the slightly busy street. Evening is approaching. Surely, Seonghwa’s date will start soon. He’s smitten with you, Wooyoung had said. Is that possible? If you stop pretending and running for five seconds, what do you feel?

You think of Seonghwa helping you leave the work party before anyone could tell how drunk you were, the quiet way you felt safe with him from the very start, the shy way he kissed you the first time. You can picture him hunched over his desk at his apartment, putting a Lego kit together or reading a well worn Star Wars book for the millionth time, his fingers holding the book with his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. You can still hear his calm voice comforting you during your panic attack. His silent confidence in how he lives his life and pursues his interests no matter what others think or say about it had subtly changed your own approach to things as well, hadn’t it? That was why you cut ties with your coworkers when you accepted it no longer aligned with the sort of life you wanted. It had been so easy to deny Seonghwa’s impact on you because your life lately was nothing but running from change…but it wiggled in anyway, no matter how hard you tried to deny it.

“Ah, there it is,” Wooyoung says quietly, “That’s all I needed to know.”

You swallow hard, looking at him. “You said your business is gaining steady clients, right? It is only going to pick up from here. It’ll be too much for one person. Let me help.”

“Are you offering yourself a job at my shop?” He asks, sounding amused.

“I am. I’m good at my job. I’m sure Seonghwa can attest to that. I can help you.”

“I mean, you’re right in that I can’t run the store by myself anymore. I’m already getting bogged down by the business side of things more than I’d like. And yeah, your story is similar to mine and makes me feel sympathetic. But I couldn’t pay you anything close to what you’re making now.”

“I know that. I don’t care. I’ll take a pay cut. I hate my apartment. I’m surrounded by things and none of them make me happy. I’ll downsize. I don’t know what I want to do with my life but I know my job isn’t it. I’d be an asset to your business. And if I don’t work out, fire me. Give me ninety days. I’ll prove it.”

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, probably wondering what in the world is wrong with someone that can come into a place of business and sell themselves so openly. But it’s the best idea you have – freedom from the office while working for someone who understands what it’s like to make a drastic change.

“Just think about it, okay? Let me give you my number. You can call or text me with whatever you decide. But I have somewhere I gotta be.”

As you rattle off your number to Wooyoung, you pull out your wallet to pay for the necklace. But he gives a firm shake of his head when you try to hand him the money.

“No, keep it,” When you protest, he cuts you off, “I mean it. You were pulled to that necklace. It’s meant for you to have. Here, I’ll help you with the clasp.”

Wooyoung goes behind you, helping the necklace lay gently around your neck as he clasps it together. It rests against your skin, light as a feather. Your fingertips brush against the charm and you feel a little more settled.

“Where is the date?” You ask Wooyoung as he circles back in front of you.

At this Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. “Oh, you remind me of myself. Going to sort everything out in one day?” His gaze softens. “He’s only two blocks away. It’s a café near the fountain. The one in the city square. Has a mermaid logo. Not like the Starbucks one,” He adds hastily, “So, don’t get confused. She’s holding a green pendant in her hand.”

“Great, thank you so much.” You want to say more but don’t know how to word anything – not your feelings about Seonghwa nor the fact you are grateful that a stranger has taken such time to help you.

“It’s fine,” Wooyoung says, sensing your feelings, “You should probably get there before his date arrives. Or it’ll get awkward.”

You nod, heading towards the exit. As your hand goes to the door, Wooyoung softly says your name. You hesitate, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Whatever you’ve been too afraid to tell Hwa, say it to him now. You know he needs things stated as cleanly as possible.”

You nod, taking a deep breath and open the door, stepping back outside into the world.

It takes you a little longer than you would have liked to locate the café, mostly because you make an unplanned stop at a bookstore for something important. But finally, across the city square, where the large fountain gleans in the setting sun, you spot a mermaid clutching a green pendant in her hands on a small sign.

You aren’t sure what you’re going to say to Seonghwa. The entire day is moving at the speed of light with you making choices that have been lingering in your mind for weeks. There is no speech planned, just like you hadn’t exactly planned asking Wooyoung to hire you at his shop.

But what else is there to lose at this point? Not only have you been miserable in your job and life for so long that it’s hard to remember a time that you weren’t but now you were at risk of losing the one person who has made you happy. Every moment with Seonghwa has given you joy – and you kept running from it.

You yank on the door to the café, stepping inside, wishing your hands weren’t full with so many shopping bags. Your eyes scan the interior, looking over the crowd of people by the counter, the small groups huddled at the few tables, and then there is Seonghwa, sitting in the back on one of the couches, idly looking at something on his phone. He’s alone.

Spurned on by the sight of him, you cut a clean line through the café, pushing through so forcibly that a few people give you dirty looks. Seonghwa doesn’t notice you until you’re standing right in front of the couch and when he raises his head, his shock is evident.

“H-hey,” He blinks, “I didn’t – what are you doing here? I mean, not that you can’t be here. It’s an open café. Anyone can be here. I just wasn’t expecting to see you,” He stammers out.

Today, he’s wearing khaki slacks and a pastel yellow button up that is covered in tiny sunflowers. Your heart constricts at how comfortable he looks, how you’ve been tricking yourself for weeks that he is just a friend and nothing more.

“I know you have your date here. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to crash it. I just need to talk to you.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widen slightly. “How do you know it’s here?”

“Wooyoung told me.”

Now he looks baffled. “Wooyoung told you?”

You sit next to him, bringing one of the shopping bags forward. “I googled it but I got overwhelmed and I didn’t know what one to buy so I bought all of them.”

“What?” Seonghwa asks, peering into the bag before laughing, “What is that? Is that every Thrawn book?”

“I don’t understand the old canon and new canon thing and you said he’s in both canons so I just ended up buying all of them and now I have like…ten or more books about this dude but I thought about what you said. About reading again. So, I thought I could start here and then we could talk about them. Like…a book club.”

Seonghwa’s smile is like staring at a diamond glittering underwater; it could blind you if looked at for too long but the beauty of it is rooting you to the spot. “Sure, that sounds good,” He looks a little confused, “Although, did you track me down here just to tell me that? Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad you’re so excited about anything Star Wars related but you didn’t have to talk to Wooyoung to learn where I was…”

I am not doing a good job with this, you think, worried that at any moment his date is going to show up and make things even more complicated.

You put the bag of books next to your feet, take a deep breath and reach for his hands. He looks startled although to your relief he doesn’t pull away. Up this close, you have to fight the urge not to kiss him on the spot. Whatever you’ve been too afraid to tell Hwa, say it to him now.

“Seonghwa, I need to tell you something and I am really sorry to dump this on you before your date. It’s selfish of me. And I feel as though I’ve been pretty selfish since we started hanging out. I only started talking to you because of the rumor, I gossiped about you before we started sleeping together and I was quiet when people made fun of you.”

He still looks confused. “I thought we went over this already. I forgive you for that. It’s okay.”

“I know, I know. You’re a much kinder person than I am. See, that’s the thing, you’re not…you’re not my type at all. Your interests, how you dress, the things you do with your friends for fun…none of that is ever something I have connected with previously. I think that’s why it made it so easy to fool myself that being around you was an escape from my problems and not something more.”

He’s fallen silent now and has started looking a bit nervous. Your insides feel as if a bunch of tiny crickets are jumping around but you are determined to see this through.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

There. You said it. Immediately, a weight is lifted off your shoulders. For the first time since meeting Seonghwa, it is as if you can fully breath.

You pull your hands away from him, grabbing your shopping bags. “I don’t need a reply. Not now. It’s unfair to have said this before your date and I know that. It’s my last selfish act, I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Standing up, you look down at Seonghwa, who has an unreadable expression on his face. There is a smattering of colour on his cheeks and his hands are clasped gently together in his lap. With his lips softly parted and the thick frame of his glasses bright against his skin, he’s never looked more attractive to you then right now.

“You’re really pretty,” You say without thinking, “It’s distracting. I have to go now. Oh, I think I’m gonna put in my two weeks notice on Monday. Wooyoung might hire me to work at his shop.”

“What?” Seonghwa says, dazed.

“Just…contact me when you’re ready to talk. Sorry again. Bye, Seonghwa.”

You turn around, weaving your way through the crowd, barely noticing when someone almost spills their coffee all over your shirt. You can’t recall a time when you felt this light. You suppose Seonghwa feels like this all the time.

You don’t hear from Seonghwa at all that night but are too emotionally exhausted to be swept up in it. You’re in bed early, and up by nine in the morning. After making coffee, you try to type up your resignation letter to make it sound as polite and respectful as possible – which is difficult, given that it is going to be handed to Sir Dipshit.

Close to eleven, your mind begins to wander to Seonghwa. You wonder how the date went. Perhaps you misjudged the situation. Maybe your feelings are stronger than his are. Wooyoung had said he was smitten, after all, not in love.

But even if Seonghwa doesn’t feel the same, you feel better having just said it to him. Seonghwa going on this date is what broke everything open, made you realize that to keep running and hiding from things would no longer help you, only make things worse.

There is a knock at the door, jolting you out of your thoughts. You scamper off the couch, opening the door quickly to find Seonghwa at your doorstep.

He’s wearing an oversized black shirt that says Han Shot First which you don’t understand and aren’t even going to ask about at the moment. He’s wearing jeans today which look good on him. Too good, really. You say a silent blessing that he didn’t wear them into the office because you wouldn’t have gotten anything accomplished. There is a frenzied energy radiating off him and his eyes are wide behind his glasses.

“Seonghwa,” You say nervously.

“I ran into that old lady in the lobby. From the other night. She gave me such a stink eye that it felt like she was cursing me,” He blurts out, “I don’t think she likes me very much for making out with you in the elevator. May I come in?”

You move to let him in, closing the door behind you. He has his hands shoved into the back pockets of his jeans, studying your living room for a few seconds.

“What are you up to?” He asks, ignoring the giant elephant in the room.

“I was working on my resignation.”

“Oh, that’s good because I was looking into company policy and apparently you’re not allowed to have any sort of relationship with someone in the same office as you.”

You walk around Seonghwa to face him. “So, fucking regional managers across the country is okay but not anyone in the local office?”

“That’s right,” He replies as his cheeks turn a pretty pink, “We would’ve had to keep it a secret if you decided to stay.”

“Keep what a secret?” You ask coyly, needing to hear him say it.

Seonghwa takes a small breath before going, “Us being together.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” He says very strongly, “I’ve wanted that – I’ve wanted that for awhile.”

“That’s why you brought us being friends up in the cafeteria that one day, isn’t it?”

Seonghwa takes a step towards you, reaching for your hands. You can feel how nervous he is, as if for some reason you would reject him now. “Yes.”

“I kinda messed that up, didn’t I?”

“No, you didn’t mess it up. Things are just confusing. Between work and us and…”

“You’re way too nice to me,” You reply.

Being this close to him is dizzying. Without denying your feelings for Seonghwa, your body reacts to him even more intensely than before. His own breathing is uneven and he swallows hard.

“I’m not. You’re just too mean to yourself,” He argues and then goes, “I love you too. I should have said it right away at the café. I was just completely shocked and then you left. Wooyoung told me about you coming into the shop and the conversation you had with him. I understand why you left, your fears about the date. But I’ve known I’ve loved you for a while now.”

“I’m sorry I stuck my head in the sand,” You reply as your heart races at his confession.

“Can you please stop apologizing for everything?” Seonghwa goes, bringing one hand to cup your cheek gently, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“O-oh, okay,” You mumble shyly and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss wipes clean all your fears and anxieties, bringing you into the present moment where it is just you and him. Your arms circle around his neck, bringing his body against yours as he leans into the kiss. He is familiar and comfortable. Without the thin veneer of friendship blocking your emotions, the desire is sweeping over you with profound need to be sated.

“Wait,” Your words are muffled against his lips but he pulls away, looking at you quizzically, “What about the date?”

“What about it? I was distracted the entire time. I apologized and left early,” He studies your face and then laughs, “Were you worried I slept with them?”

“Well, I didn’t want to assume…I mean, maybe if you just wanted to…I…” You fall silent, tongue tied, face warm.

Seonghwa lowers his voice, his hands running down your sides, making you shiver. “I’m too hung up on you to sleep with someone else. I just thought maybe going on a date would help me move past how I felt about you. But it didn’t. I love you too much.”

The words make your heart skip a beat. This time when he kisses you, you don’t pull away.

It doesn’t take long to end up in your bedroom. As you pull Seonghwa’s shirt off, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“I don’t understand your shirt, by the way.”

“Unbelievable,” Seonghwa replies dryly, “Now that we’re dating, that means you’re going to get a crash course in all thing Star Wars.”

That’s the last thing on your mind as you trail your fingers down his chest before grabbing the top of his jeans and yanking him against your body. He’s warm and familiar, having been with him enough times now that you’re starting to learn his body like a well worn map. That same desire as the day at the office is beginning to show itself. The only difference is this time you don’t have to question or run from it.

The kiss breaks so Seonghwa can toss your shirt off, his hands immediately going to grope your tits while bringing his mouth against your neck. You fall back onto the bed, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of his hands on your tits and the way he nibbles your neck.

“I want to be on top this time,” You declare.

He pauses for a moment, probably thinking about how large he is and you trying to take his cock. “Are you sure?” When you nod, he continues, “Fine but go slow.”

“What, afraid I’m gonna hurt myself on your giant dick?” You tease.

Seonghwa pulls away from you, unzipping his jeans. His face is flush from your comment and you like seeing him flustered. He removes his jeans, leaving just his boxers on as he tugs off your sweatpants and underwear before pulling you towards the edge of the bed.

“I wanna eat your cunt first,” He says in that hazy voice he only gets when he’s turned on.

It isn’t like you’re going to say no to such a request given how good it felt the last time he went down on you. Seonghwa nudges your legs apart, his fingers gently spreading your lips open in front of him. You stay propped up, enjoying the sight of him on his knees in between your legs. You like the curve of his neck and his broad shoulders mixed with his slender fingers and slightly flushed cheeks. You like everything about him, really.

Seonghwa leans forward and flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit without any preamble. Your body shivers in surprise. He brings his tongue downward, slipping past your folds into your hole to taste you. His hands grip your thighs to keep you spread open for him as his eyes close, losing himself in your pussy.

His tongue swoops back up, across your clit before he starts to flick his tongue across it hard and fast. You realize you forgot to take his glasses off but Seonghwa doesn’t seem to notice nor care. You can feel him pressing a finger into your hole which it takes easily, already soaking wet from the touches he has given. As he finger fucks you, he wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck. Your hips jolt against his face as you let out a ragged gasp, falling back against the bed. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, slipping another finger inside. You can hear how wet you are, the lewd sounds of your cunt taking his fingers. He switches between sucking on your clit and flicking the tip of his tongue across it.

As usual, Seonghwa brings your orgasm on hard and fast. Your hand goes to his hair, giving it a sharp tug as your climax begins. You grind your cunt against his face, unable to help yourself as you gush over his fingers, making a mess on his hand.

He pulls away when your grip lessens, idly running his fingers down your slit. “Forgot to take my glasses off again,” He admits almost bashfully.

“Did I make a mess on them?”

“It’s okay,” Seonghwa assures you immediately as he removes them and tosses them onto the bedside table, getting onto the bed, “Open your mouth.”

You do so and he places his two fingers on your tongue, watching as you wrap your lips around them. For the first time, you let yourself admire how sexy he looks and that he is all yours.

He seems to be traveling along the same road because he quietly goes, “You look beautiful like this.”

Gently pulling his fingers out of your mouth, you pull him downwards to kiss you. It’s messy, urgent, and you bite on his bottom lip a little just to hear him groan.

“Come on, get out of your boxers,” You complain against his lips.

He pulls away, shifting onto his back, pulling his boxers down to free his cock which smacks against his stomach. You swallow, having second thoughts about trying to sit on this thing. But you’ve taken him multiple times at this point so there’s no way you’re going to stop now.

“Can I watch you touch yourself?” You ask suddenly.

Seonghwa looks so shy that for a second you think he might melt into the mattress. “W-what, really?”

“Yeah,” You shift in front of him, your hands going to his knees, “I want to see how you stroke your big cock.”

He’s too shy to look at you when he wraps his hand around his dick. You watch quietly for a minute or so at how he plays with himself, taking note of how full his balls are. When Seonghwa seems to relax into the bed a little bit, and not be so shy, you bring your face forward and lick the tip of his cock.

He grunts in surprise but doesn’t stop touching himself. You gather salvia in your mouth and spit onto his length before brushing his hand away and taking him in your mouth.

Sucking his cock like you would any other is basically impossible. He fills your mouth up almost immediately, stretching your lips out around his girth. Even so, you still press your tongue against the underside of his shaft, fondling his balls while doing so. At one point, he can’t help himself and bucks his hips upwards which makes you spit up around his cock.

“S-sorry,” He apologizes immediately as you pull away from him.

“Don’t be. Actually, I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m very good at blowing you.” Talk about a sentence I never thought I’d say.

Seonghwa laughs at this which makes you feel warm all over. “Please tell me you’re not also apologizing for how you’re giving a blowjob.”

“I am,” You say firmly, shifting your weight onto him, “But I’ll improve, promise. I’m just not used to sucking dicks as big as yours.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Seonghwa holds his dick as you position yourself to take it. Your hands go to his abdomen as you carefully sink down on his cock. From your earlier orgasm, combined with spitting up on his dick, it goes in a little more easily than you were expecting.

“Maybe I’m getting used to it,” You tell him as the tip pushes in, exhaling as the sensation of his warm cock enters your cunt.

Seonghwa seemingly can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you sinking down on his length. His breathing has grown hard and his hands are resting gently on your hips to help guide you downward. Each little bit of him you take stretches you out slowly, filling you up with his big dick. It feels amazing – each position always feels different in the best way possible with Seonghwa.

“Doesn’t hurt?” He asks in a strangled voice.

“No,” You sigh out as more of him pushes into your cunt, “Feels good. Feels really good.”

You lean back a little, resting your hands on his knees while you bring your hips down to take more of him. You’re dripping wet, so wet now that your pussy seems to engulf his cock faster than it has before. It doesn’t take nearly as long as the times prior to get him fully inside your cunt and when the base of his cock finally hits your pussy, your head rolls back from the pleasure of being so stuffed.

“Fuck,” Seonghwa curses quietly, “You look good like this. You’re so fucking tight.”

Tentatively, you move your hips and Seonghwa inhales sharply. You feel close to bursting, filled with his big cock. You start rocking your hips, bringing your hands forward to lay flat against his stomach. Beginning to bounce on his cock, you can’t even wrap your head around how good it feels to have Seonghwa inside you. One hand goes to your clit, playing with yourself as you slowly take his dick.

“Can you cum like that?” Seonghwa asks, his voice a thin wire.

Breathlessly, you reply, “I t-think so.”

“Then cum like that, I want to watch.”

Seonghwa doesn’t have to make such a request twice. With his dick buried all the way inside you, and your small bounces driving him against your sweet spot, your finger doesn’t leave your clit. It just feels too fucking good to have him like this. Your eyes flutter closed as your finger swirls around your clit, your hole crammed with Seonghwa’s cock. Whenever your pussy tightens around Seonghwa’s girth, he curses. You can feel him holding back from thrusting upwards, knowing that all he wants to do is fuck you silly with his cock.

“I like how tight and crammed your cunt looks,” Seonghwa groans as he watches, “Keep playing with your pretty clit until you cum for me.”

Your legs shake a little from the constant movement of your hips but you’re determined to see your orgasm through. You don’t stop, driving your hips downward to take as much as you can. The pleasure pushes you over the edge and you’re climaxing again.

You can feel yourself gush across his cock, covering his length in your cum and juices. This makes it even easier to sink down on him and Seonghwa snaps, unable to hold back anymore. He pulls you forward, his hands gripping your ass, your face buried in his neck as he arches his hips.

You take his cock easily now, the new angle already creating intense pleasure before your current orgasm even settles. He pumps his hips, his pace swift as his cock pulls all the way out of your wet cunt before thrusting back inside. The sounds are obscene – your wet cunt from multiple orgasms combined with his precum makes a lewd noise every time he pushes inside.

His grip on your ass is hard, his moaning growing louder with each movement. You think about how full his balls were before and shiver at the idea of all that cum filling you.

Seonghwa curses again, ramming his cock deep in your cunt as he begins to climax. You can feel his hot cum unloading in your cunt, squirting against your walls as your pussy milks his girth. Your cunt is so full with his cock that you know his cum is being shoved out with each movement of his hips. You hold onto Seonghwa as he climaxes, taking pleasure in how good he sounds and how he is entirely yours now.

After he carefully pulls out, he nudges your legs apart so he can see your pussy leaking out his cum. You tentatively bring a finger down, probing your tender folds and feeling his sticky load.

“Push it back inside you,” He pants and when you do so, he makes a small noise of approval, “I like it better with my load in your hole. Your pussy looks good when it’s all fucked out by me.”

You love when nerdy Seonghwa turns into someone talking dirty like that. But you’re exhausted now, and your legs are sore from the position. Shifting carefully off him, you collapse onto the bed and snuggle up to him.

“Nap time,” You mumble.

Seonghwa kisses the top of your head, not mentioning it’s only a bit past noon. Your phone suddenly goes off. Normally, you’d ignore it but you’re still waiting to hear from Wooyoung.

As you pull away from him, Seonghwa makes a small noise of protest. You reach over him to grab your phone off the bedside table and unlock it, reading the message.

“Who is it?” He asks sleepily.

“It’s Wooyoung,” You tell him, which makes him crack open an eye, “He said he’s gonna hire me.”

“You two working together…that’s going to be interesting.”

“In a bad way?”

“No, in a…most likely powerful and probably scary way.”

You playfully hit his shoulder, dropping the phone back onto the table and bringing your lips against Seonghwa’s for a kiss. You melt against him, not afraid of the cuddling, or the intensity of the kissing. Not anymore, not with him.

“Tell me it again,” You say, your chest warm from happiness.

“Well, I think the crash course in Star Wars will begin with –”

“You know damn well that is not what I meant!” You exclaim although you’re laughing.

And Seonghwa is laughing too as he pulls you in for another kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You rest your head on his chest, marveling at the future of possibilities now that all the changes you were once so afraid of are finally taking place.

the end.

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cameronspecial · 8 months

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Let Me Take Care of You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Threatening to Get Someone Fired, Reader being sick

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Summary: Y/N can barely stand but it doesn't stop her from trying to go to class, so Rafe steps up and goes for her.

A/N: This is like a prequel to Let Me Handle It, Angel, but you can read it by itself or in any order.

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Her nose shouldn’t be so stuffy with the amount of liquid dripping down from it right now. The tickle in the back of her throat that won’t go away no matter how many cough drops or tea she drinks is driving her crazy. To top it all off, she is constantly going between being hot and cold, which causes her to turn dizzy as she is taking Rafe’s sweater on and off. She blows her nose again to alleviate some of the build-up, but she still can’t breathe.

Meanwhile, Rafe is in the kitchen getting her lunch ready. He hopes his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup has enough broth to counterbalance the too much salt he accidentally put in. The butter bread he lays on the tray is to give her a little more substance and he is about to pour her some freshly squeezed orange juice into her favourite mug. He goes to get the juice to find his frat brother, Topper, about to pour the last of the juice into his own cup. The death glare Rafe sends his best friend stops the other boy. Rafe grabs the glass jug from the boy and pours it into her mug. He brings the tray of food upstairs to find her trying to change into some leggings. She got dizzy trying to put them on standing up so now, she is rolling around his bedroom floor trying to yank her pants up her bloated lower body. Rafe sighs at the sight of her and places the tray on his desk.

“Stop, please. Let me take care of you, Angel. Please,” he begs, taking off the leggings and putting his sweatpants back on for her. She resists a little, not because she is uncomfortable with his help but because she wants the leggings on, “No, Rafe. I have to go to class. I need to put some clothes on.” He shakes her head at her begging. “No, angel. You can barely stand up, let alone go to class. Please, sit back down and eat something,” he orders, guiding her to sit up against his headboard so she can eat. She refuses, “I have class, Rafe. I need to go. This prof takes attendance for a mark.” “Well, then I’ll go for you. I’ll record the lecture and even take notes for you, angel. Just please, stay here and get some rest,” he offers, starting to get changed into some clothes to head to her class.

“Rafe, that would never work. The professor knows what I look like and that I’m a girl.”

“Don’t worry about it, my sweet angel. I’ll take care of it. Now, I expect to see all of that food gone by the time I get back, understand?”

——

Rafe sits at the back of the lecture hall with different coloured pens and a pencil before him. He writes the date in her notebook as neatly as possible then switches to a blue pen for the title. One lazy afternoon together, when they first got together, she was studying while he just watched her. He asked her why she liked handwritten notes and why she used different colours. She explained that the handwritten notes are better for her to transcribe when she studies and the different pens help her visualize the notes better. So he is going to try his best to copy her notes how she likes it.

The clock hits 2 P.M. and Professor Simmons begins the attendance. “Y/N Y/L/N,” he calls out, looking around the front rows for her familiar face. Rafe’s hand darts up, “Present.” The masculine voice causes Professor Simmons to look up from his computer. “You aren’t Ms. Y/L/N,” he questions with an arch brow.

“No, I am not. But she is currently sick at the moment so I’m filling in. So you can just mark her as here.”

“I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t how this works.”

“Well, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Rafe Cameron. Y/N’s loving boyfriend, but also a Cameron. The same Cameron, whose name is on the business building. One phone call and I can have you fired. Tenure or not. So do we have any problem with me being here for Y/N?”

Rafe holds his phone up about to dial his dad, who would do anything in a heartbeat for Y/N because he thinks she is good for Rafe. The auditorium goes silent as they wait for the professor to answer. Professor Simmons shakes his head and continues on with the list.

——

The door opening makes Y/N look towards it. Her boyfriend stands at the entrance with a grin on his face and ice cream in his hand. “How did it go?” she barely gets out between coughs, reaching for the pint of ice cream she knows she shouldn’t be eating. Rafe wraps his arm around her and places a kiss on her temple, “Without a problem. How are you feeling, angel?” “That’s good. Thank you for going. And a little better. I haven’t puked since you left,” she tells him, eating another bite of ice cream. He smiles at that fact, “I would do anything for you. I’m so glad you are better. I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

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fandom-oneshots-etc · 7 months

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✨ Dropping by to request literally anything sherlock x reader - would love something with awkward idiots in love ✨

🍄 Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: When Sherlock goes off on a frantic tangent, John knows exactly who to call, the idiot in love with him...

🍄 Word Count: 2084

🍄 Abbreviations: N/A

🍄 Warnings: N/A

🍄 Note: I hope this is what you were looking for Anon! :)

“What’s he doing this time?” you answered the phone as John’s name appeared. You had become so accustomed to the calls at all odd hours of the day, usually all pertaining to your high-functioning sociopath of a friend, Sherlock. Odd hours like the one now.

You had just sat down in your cloud chair, kindle in hand ready to read the next chapter of your gripping (b/g) when the phone had pinged, angrily vibrating against the coffee table-top. A puff of air had moved the stray hairs touching your face as you instantly recognized the personalized ring tone you had installed. You knew that John wouldn’t call you unless it was at least a code blue, blue-in-the-face blue. A colour code the two of you had created to describe the different moods of Sherlock Holmes.

“I’m so sorry-” You rolled your eyes with a little smile. “He’s just off on one. He solved the case, you know the one with the woman and the suitcases? He’s been off the walls since then. Can’t get him to settle, he’s talking about renovating the flat, knocking walls down for more ‘thinking space’. I think Mrs Hudson’s threatened to evict him already,” You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips at the thought of the sweet old woman threatening your tall friend, knowing very well that she’d mean every word. You could already picture the offended horror on Sherlock’s face at her threats.

“I’m on my way,” you reassured before hanging up the phone and pushing yourself out of the comfortable chair. Slipping your kindle into your bag, you grabbed your keys from the hook and turned off the lights. You didn’t bother changing out of your night clothes,, instead your threw a long coat over your pajamas and slipped on your trainers before heading out of the flat. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of getting a cab this late at night, but you preferred that over walking the streets alone in the dark.

Thankfully, Baker Street was only a few roads away and the journey was nice and short with the lack of traffic at this time of night. Looking up at 221B you could see tat it was one of the only lights on in the street. You slipped the spare key out of your bag and unlocked the door to 221B.

Mrs Hudson reached the bottom of the stairs in an angry flurry huffing as she passed, a few rushed ‘oh dear’s escaping her lips as she passed you, only briefly making eye contact as she scurried back into her flat, red-faced. Taking that as your cue, you started up the stairs to the flat, fully expecting to see the flat in complete disarray, and you weren’t disappointed.

The papers from the now-closed case were still strewn across the flat, stuck to the walls, laid out on the desk, tucked under the tea cups on the small side table. The tea cups, several sat on the desk untouched and probably growing a few types of fungus that Sherlock could happily describe for you. The pillows from the sofa were thrown about the flat as Sherlock stood on the sofa, feet buried in the sofa cushions and tape measure I hand as he stretched it across the wall in front of him, a HB pencil clenched between his teeth.

“Thank God you’re here!” John poked his head out of the kitchen as if weary of the man in the living room. He gestured for you to step into the kitchen, with a final glance at the tall consulting detective, you slipped into the kitchen.

“How long has he been like this?” you asked, setting your bag down on the cluttered kitchen table. Piles and piles of old experiments were stacked tall, filling up almost the entire surface of the table and from the darkening black patch by one of the chairs you had no doubt that Sherlock had blown something up today, yet another thing to add to the list of problems for you and John.

“A couple of hours now, I stupidly thought that solving the case would change his mood, but it only seemed to make him more antsy for another one-” He sighed. “Sorry it’s so late, I know you usually sit down and read about now. I didn’t want to bother you but with Mrs Hudson threatening eviction I thought it best not to wait.” You smiled at your friend and shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s been a while since he’s been like this so it was expected sooner or later. Better sort him out before Mrs Hudson really does chuck him out.” The two of you chuckle at the thought of a homeless Sherlock, it’s not really a sight either of you can imagine fully. But you had no doubt that his homeless network would really find him the best spots in London to squat.

“You don’t mind if I take a quick walk do you? I’ve been cooped up in here for a few hours trying to sort him out, just need bit of fresh air.” You shook your head and hurried John out of the kitchen door and down the stairwell. You knew it would be easier to deal with Sherlock without John around anyway. Not that John was a problem, but with Sherlock like this and his habit of making unsavory comments without fully thinking of the consequences, it would be easier than having a row start between the two flat mates.

You paused for a moment and brushed your finger against the black mark on the table top and inspected the pad of your finger. That’ll come off with some polish, you decided. Stepping back out of the kitchen and into the living room, your eyes zeroed in on the consulting detective who had now abandoned the tape measure and was gently knocking against the wall looking for a hollow sounding area.

“No.” You spoke clearly, catching the attention of the detective who had yet to notice you. Spinning on his heels, his eyes flashed at you wide and adorable. It kind of reminded you of a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. His mouth started to open but you shut him down quickly. “No,” You gave him a stern look. “That wall has all of the major electricity lines and one of the main water pipes. No.”

“There’s no way you could possibly know that just from looking at the wall-” Sherlock argued.

“No I couldn’t. I know because I had to get the schematics for the flat after you started shooting the walls because you were banned from in-person cases and blew the power out in this side of London,” You reminded. “An event that Mycroft still calls ‘The Great COVID Blackout’.” Sherlock’s nose scrunched at the mention of his brother. “Now, are you going to sit down or am I going to have to use that self-defense training program you insisted I go on to incapacitate you?” You could almost see the cogs turning in his head as his eyes narrowed at you, trying to deduce if you were serious or not. Your unwavering stance must have given him his answer as he slowly stepped down from the sofa and settled his feet back on the floor calmly.

“Why are you here?” You were very rarely offended by Sherlock’s blunt words, it just wasn’t worth the energy when you also knew that he rarely meant it to come across in that way. “No, don’t answer that. You’re here in your night clothes, your kindle is tucked in your bag and your hair is done up which means it’s late- John called you. Why?”

“Probably because his roommate was threatened with eviction after planning to renovate their rented flat and set the landlady off.” “Mrs Hudson wouldn’t evict me. She still owes me for getting her husband executed.”

“Favours do expire Sherlock. They have their limits.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Really?” You nod. “Oh. Well John wouldn’t let her evict me.” “Have you been experimenting today?” You think back to the two mugs settled on the kitchen counter, one sporting a brownish green sludge at the bottom.

“Yes, why- Oh.”

“Right come on,” You clapped your hands, moving towards him and grabbing one of his hands to pull him over to his chair. You ignored the sounds of protest from Sherlock as you settled on the chair and tugged on his arm. “Sit down,” you instructed. Sherlock sighed and complied, dropping onto the floor and crossing his legs underneath him. You grabbed the TV remote and switched it on. “What should we watch? Bones or Criminal Minds?” you pondered.

“Why do we have to watch a crime show? They’re always so inaccurate-” You flick the TV onto an episode of Criminal Minds. “Look, the killer’s using tape- what about finger prints? They don’t need to study his behaviour, just find the prints-” You smiled softly, fiddling with a few strands of Sherlock’s curly hair in your lap as he rattled on about the mistakes of the Unsub and the BAU team.

It was around an hour later that John returned to the flat. Pushing open the front door of 221, he was relieved to hear nothing. The light under Mrs Hudson’s door was now off, meaning she had slipped into bed, no longer tormented by her tenant’s renovation plans. The light on the landing let off a soft glow as John started up to the flat. A heavy wave of relief swept through him as he noticed the lack of banging, drilling, sawing or any construction noises at all. You had managed to talk him out of it for now. He reached the top of the stairs and could hear the muffled sounds of the TV in the flat. Stepping into the kitchen he could see that the place was still a pig sty but at least there wasn’t any knocked down walls or partially constructed extensions. The mess could be dealt with in the morning.

As he turned the corner and peeked - still a little cautiously into the living room - a soft smile graced his face. Your back was pressed against one of the arms of Sherlock’s chair, your legs swung over the opposite side. Sherlock’s was still perched on the floor with his legs crossed, his head dropped back against your stomach, with your right hand resting on top. Your fingers rhythmically threading through his curly brown locks, soothingly. John flicked his eyes up to the TV screen to see an episode of Criminal Minds playing, Sherlock’s face scrunched in distaste as he watched the team profile the murderer. Your other hand held your kindle tightly, your fingers set comfortably around the flower pop socket on the back as you occasionally flicked the pages with your thumb.

John couldn’t help but watch in awe for a moment. No one he knew had ever been able to soothe Sherlock in the way that you could. Not him, not Mrs Hudson and certainly not his brother, not even his parents had this calming effect that you had. He wondered if Sherlock would ever confess to the effect you had on him, or explain why you had such an effect on him. John knew the reason, Mrs Hudson knew the reason… did Sherlock? Did you?

You were always just as oblivious as Sherlock. John had mentioned to you once or twice about how you effected the consulting detective, but you couldn’t see it. You wouldn’t admit to the effect you so clearly had on him nor would you confess to the butterflies that whirled in your stomach whenever you were this close to him.

You caught John’s eye and must’ve made an educated guess of what he was thinking as you rolled your eyes and shook your heads. Deciding that now was probably not the time to bring up the obvious pink elephant that shared the living room with the three of you, John mouthed a ‘thank you’ to you and you nodded, letting out a quiet yawn. He bidded a quick farewell to the pair of you before shuffling out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. On his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but wonder how long the two of you would remain oblivious.

As he reached the top of the staircase he paused and chuckled. Lovesick idiots.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 10 months

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hello gorgeous, I love your imagination that you put into words. I expecially like your works on daniel&gasly (maybe because they're my favorite drivers). I saw that requests are closed and you're going under the knife (hope it goes well!) but if by any chance you want/have time to write this I'll be happy. Will be pleased with whatever you choose to do with this request.

The reader is a very normal, ordinary person. Rents a flat, has a job, meets with her friends form time to time. Nothing much. Somehow hers and the drivers paths cross. He immediately falls in love with her, she feels the attraction but after one weekend with him she understands that they're too different and it certainly won't work. So he's trying to persuade her to give them a try and she always runs away when her feelings instead of brain start to win. During intimate moments she starts to make awful jokes or act like a child, everything to not let the passion take over and the driver notices that and the seducing begins.

Would love this with dan or pierre but it's up to you.

Have a lovely day! 😊

P.S: Sorry for my English, it's not my 1st language

Romantic at Heart || DR3

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader Warnings: none really, smut implied WC: 2.3k

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You should have been heading straight home, just like you had promised the girls after a Friday night out, but the lights had stolen your attention. At first you thought it was a firefly, a single orange glowing tail on the brick wall. Then you spotted another, but it was blue. Then one by one you noticed them dotted along the wall, all the colours of the rainbow leading the way to the riverbank in the opposite direction to your apartment.

Curiosity had you following the path of tiny LED lights, wondering what it might lead to. The distance between each beacon grew closer until they became clusters, like little galaxies of constellations you could wish upon. A small laugh bubbled up as you skipped along to the next one with childlike excitement, so engrossed in what you were looking at that you didn’t see where you were going.

“Oh, sorry!” you apologised as you bumped into a man, his hands scrambling to catch his camera before it could hit the pavement. “Sorry, I was distracted. Is your camera okay?”

The man had recovered it without incident and smiled as he held it up. “Mind if I check?”

“Check what?” you asked as he raised it to his eye, the lens pointed in your direction.

“If it still works. Smile!”

You laughed at the man’s confidence and you heard the shutter snap the photo before he looked at the display. “Wow, that’s perfect,” he praised, waving you over. “Come look.”

You stepped closer to the man, feeling a sense of recognition though you were certain you hadn’t met him before. He angled the camera so you could see what he had captured and your lips parted in surprise. You couldn’t understand how he had managed to take a simple photo but make it art.

The smile on your face was pure joy, and the lights behind you had distorted under the exposure and contrast to create a halo around your head.

“You look like an angel.”

“Oh my god,” you whispered in amazement, wishing you could have a copy for yourself.

“God?” he chuckled as he held a hand out. “Nah, you can just call me Daniel.”

You shook his hand with a laugh, feeling like it was a sound he was used to hearing from everyone he spoke to, and gave him your name in return.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Daniel started to say and you immediately began to shift uncomfortably on your feet, “but you’re beautiful, and it’s late, what are you doing out on your own?”

“Oh, I was out with my girlfriends and on my way home when I saw these and I kind of, had to, follow them…?” you trailed off and looked back at the dark path you had wandered down, less and less lights illuminating the way home. “I guess I should be going.”

Daniel followed your gaze to the darker end of the road and hated the thought of you walking it alone. Shoving his camera into his hoodie pocket, he offered his elbow. “Care for some company on this fine evening? My mother would throttle me if she knew I let a lady walk home alone at this hour.”

You chewed your lip as you debated his offer. “Are you a serial killer?”

“Only at breakfast.” You took a sudden step back and he screwed his eyes shut as he berated himself. “Sorry, sorry, terrible joke. Terrible timing. I meant Cereal Killer…because I eat cereal for breakfast…I’m sorry.”

“That is not funny,” you said despite laughing. “I watch way too many Netflix shows for that.”

His head tilted to the side and caught the colours of the leds around you as curiosity filled his playful smile. “Have you seen that Formula One show on there?”

Your nose wrinkled at the idea and shook your head. “Sports isn’t really my thing.” Trusting your gut that he was safe enough, you looped your arm in his and set off down the road.

“Then what is your thing?”

“Books,” you admitted, suddenly shy though you had no reason to be. “My friends actually refer to my apartment as ‘the library’. If I didn’t have to work to buy more books I don’t think anyone would see me again, I would just hole up and read.”

“There’s worse ways to spend your time,” he joked with a grin you were starting to think was perpetually painted on his face.

“Yeah, I could watch Formula one.” His smile faded and his laugh puttered out, making you instantly regret the joke. “I can hardly make fun of your thing when I’ve told you mine.”

“I don’t actually watch F1,” he admitted as he stopped walking and you turned to face him. “I’m too busy racing.”

“Racing what?”

He blinked a few times and his lip twitched with a smile when he realised you were genuinely confused. “I race cars…in F1…for McLaren.”

You waited for the punchline to come but for the first time since meeting him, he was serious. “Oh, oh! Okay…wow. I guess that’s why I felt like I recognised you, I must have seen you somewhere. God, I feel stupid.” You laughed to yourself and sighed, whispering under your breath, “you’ve been reading too much romance.”

“You’re not stupid,” Daniel said quietly. “I feel it too.”

Your laugh was an unladylike snort of disbelief. “Don’t be silly, you don’t even know me. You don’t even know my last name or what I do for work.”

“But I want to, if you’ll give me the time to learn. Not that it matters what your job is, you aren’t your work.”

“What if I’m an escort?”

“Are you an escort?”

“Would it matter?”

He was momentarily stunned and you saw him worrying his bottom lip and he thought of an appropriate answer.

“I’m not, but obviously it would matter,” you clarified as you turned and started your walk again. “I’m an admin assistant, not an escort, just so you know.”

“Not a librarian?”

You smiled as you tipped your head back to the starry night. “A girl can dream, but they aren’t positions that tend to come up very often. Even less with everything going digital.”

“You could open your own library, you already have the books apparently.”

You hadn’t realised how far you had walked until you stopped outside your apartment complex. It had been easy to get lost in the conversation with him and you almost continued walking just so the evening didn’t come to an end.

“Apparently?” you giggled as he opened the front door for you. “Do I have to prove it to you?”

He followed you to the elevator and leaned against the wall. “Is that you inviting me up?”

It was daring and absolutely unlike you but when you looked into his eyes you knew you wanted to see more of them so you found yourself asking, “Would you say yes?”

His smile grew as he reached for the elevator button in response and hit it.

Monday morning rolled around too soon and you struggled to pull yourself out of bed to get ready for work. Daniel’s back was to you as he hugged his pillow, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed, and you saw the slightly raised marks of your nails over his tan skin.

The weekend had been better than any of the fictional tales that filled the rooms in your house. You hadn’t even left the apartment, too engrossed in each other's company to face the outside world. But that would change as you climbed out of bed and started your usual Monday morning routine.

“Good morning, angel,” Daniel greeted sweetly as he snuck up behind you and kissed your cheek.

You held up the piece of toast you were eating and let him take a bite for himself. “Can I have your number?” he asked after finishing his mouthful and watching you dart around the small kitchen, packing a little lunch to take to work.

“For what?”

“So I can give it to telemarketers,” he joked as he caught you around the waist. “No, so I can call you.”

“This weekend has been…magical, but you’re a famous race car driver, and I’m, well, just me,” you said softly. “I’m under no illusion about how this ends, Daniel, we live in two different worlds.”

“That’s just a cop out,” he argued, picking up your phone and calling himself so he had your number. “I’m going to prove you wrong.”

Three Weeks Later “Daniel’s here to see you.” You looked up from your computer to double check Jess was talking to you and found her grinning like a fool. “I can’t believe he’s actually here.”

“Who?”

Jess reached for the half empty cup of coffee she had made you and sniffed it. “Did I give you decaf? Girl, wake up! You don’t keep a man like that waiting. The PA’s are already sniffing around him.”

Pushing your chair back, you rose at the threat of the PA’s who loved to dote upon any man who had a seven figure salary. Two of the glorified assistants longed to be on Love Island and their entire personality could fit in the extremely large breasts their ex-bosses had paid for - right before the sexual harassment charges were filed. Yeah, you weren’t going to leave Daniel to fend for himself.

Leaving the back offices, you followed the scent of knock-off Marc Jacobs to the reception area where Daniel smiled and joked with the small crowd surrounding him. You were once again struck by how different your lives were, his in the spotlight and yours anything but. It was only as you moved closer that you saw how the smile didn’t reach the creases around his eyes and heard the laugh that didn’t come from deep in his belly.

“Alright, ladies,” you interrupted the group with a wave of your hands, “thank you for keeping Daniel company, I’ll take it from here.”

A few overly keen females pouted as they stepped away and Daniel cast a grateful smile to you before pulling out the gift he had hidden behind his back. It took a second to realise why the bouquet of roses looked strange but then the confused frown was replaced with a smile as you accepted it. Every rose was made of origami, carefully folded and shaped into the blossom and you quickly recognised the lines of Pride and Prejudice, arguably the greatest romance novel of all time.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you held the meaningful bouquet to your chest.

Daniel was all too aware of your curious co-workers still hanging around the area and dipped his head closer to yours. “There’s this angel I’ve been missing, and I just needed to see her again.”

The gesture, the words, it all made your heart skip a beat but you quashed the feelings that arose with it. “That is stalking.”

His laugh was genuine and your smile grew when you saw his reach his eyes as he corrected you, “That is romantic.”

“Thank you,” you whispered as you sniffed the paper roses. “Did you spray these with your cologne?”

“The book came from a secondhand store and it smelt like mothballs, which wasn’t the vibe I was going for. I think I smell better than mothballs.”

“Wait, you made these!” Surprise floored you as you looked at them with a new appreciation.

“With a little help and a lot of youtube,” he grinned proudly. “I would have come sooner but it took three weeks to make them all.”

The effort he made brought tears to your eyes and you hurried to blink them away. The man was absolutely relentless in his belief that the connection between you could become something more, but you still struggled to accept it. It wasn’t because you weren’t attracted to him, no that had been instant from the moment you met, you just didn’t understand how someone as famous as him could settle for someone as plain as you.

“Surely you have better things to do with your time,” you said after swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Than thinking of ways to win your heart? No way. So…can I please take you out on a date?”

Your eyes traced the roses, scanning the lines from the pages of one of your favourite books. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Daniel made you laugh, he could always make you laugh. The late night phone calls that interrupted your reading time replaced the silence in the apartment with the sound of your laughter. But would it be enough to close the distance between your worlds?

Your eyes followed another petal and felt it resonate within: Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.

“One date,” you said as you tore your eyes away from the flowers that only seemed to call to you more, begging to find more sweet sentences among the folds. “And nowhere public. I want to actually be able to talk with you, not get swarmed by fans.”

“I can do that,” he said with a wide grin before kissing your cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He started to leave but he stopped as you softly called his name, looking over his shoulder from the doorway.

“Thank you for these, Daniel. No one’s ever done anything so sweet.”

“It’s just the beginning, angel,” he winked, disappearing out the door as you hid your face in the flowers that smelt just like him.

Crap, you sighed to yourself. He was worming his way into your heart, just like he planned.

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Now it feels like we’re celebrating the 25th Anniversary 😍

This new art for an upcoming collaboration with Karatez is just simply stunning. The theme is (very obviously) “idol” and I personally love the futuristic pop concept they’ve added to the outfits. Although exact date and merch details haven’t been shared yet, they shared a few layouts of the key art.

The outfits are also great this time around because of their little references to the partner Digimon’s Perfect evolutions. Listing them down one by one as always.

Taichi: The blue markings on his jacket plus robotic arm markings on his right sleeve are a nice shoutout to MetalGreymon.

Yamato: We see WereGarurumon’s pattern on his jacket and a few belts wrapped around his hands that captures the punk-grunge vibe of WereGarurumon well. It may be Yamato’s affinity to music, but he looks extremely in his element in this art, it’s not often we see him so raring to go in official merch art (he’s more of a soft smiles guy usually).

Sora: Her gloves and the red bandana on her arm coupled with the feather in her hair are clear shoutouts to Garudamon. It’s kinda funny to me that being the girl who’s crest is a heart symbol, she’s making a victory sign while Mimi and Hikari are both making different types of finger hearts 😆

Koushiro: Honestly they were really subtle with the reference for him and even twitter couldn’t exactly answer my doubts so I’m gonna have to see Koushiro stans step up and answer whether the reference in his outfit limited to the markings on his jacket resembling AtlurKabuterimon’s chest?

Mimi: I think she’s the one with the most easy to catch references, her skirt resembles Lilymon’s and her hair tie looks like Lilymon’s flower canon. I love that she’s making the big finger heart because it’s just so very Mimi. If Yamato suits the passionate side of being an idol, Mimi is definitely meant for the cutesy visual vibe that can make fans go crazy over just a wink and a smile.

Jou: He’s wearing three belt like bracelets around one wrist like Zudomon which makes his a minimal reference though not as subtle as Koushiro’s. I do feel that they could’ve done a bit more with his look, maybe add a horn to the side of his headset? I also can’t wait to see the full art for each kid individually cuz I do think him and Yamato are wearing similar bellbottom pants!

Takeru: The feather on his headset and the yellow suspended straps are a decent reference to HolyAngemon. Considering that they wanted to keep the outfits limited to one colour per kid, I think this is the best way they could slip in the reference, though I wouldn’t have minded a few rings.

Hikari: The feather on the headset, the corset-ish belt around her waist and her gloves are very nice references to Angewomon. Keeping Hikari’s innocence as a kid intact while referencing a Digimon that is undoubtedly considered one of the most sexiest mons in the franchise would have been really tough and I salute the illustrators for coming up with this design! I also like the OG Korean finger heart she’s making, such a cute look on her.

The cherry on top are each of the Digimon partners holding supportive cheering goods for their kids. Piyomon’s love for Sora goes hard with her big name banner. Meanwhile, Agumon and Palmon kept it simple with haoris, Tailmon and Patamon too decided to go the simple route with light sticks. Gabumon, Gomamon and Tentomon seem normal from afar with their hand fans but when you get a closer look on all the hearts around Koushiro’s name on Tentomon’s fan, you know the three spent time making those themselves.

All in all, a pretty amazing illustration to be able to get merch of!

But wait that’s not all, andGallery has also teased a future cafe collaboration with Digimon Adventure on their twitter, more info will be announced on 19th Feb but they did share a preview of what to expect.

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Imagine: Mammon's manifestation of Greed extending to his s/o in how he expects/demands monetary goods/compliments from others - but now, his s/o is there too, like a pretty little butterfly plucking his mind's webbing. Can't have a bad image on his hands, can he? Mass production is greed in itself, and that is the usual shtick - but what if you had a little nicer things? Things Mammon likes on you - same items, but tremendously high quality shit.

If he requests something, you'll be getting a version of it for yourself. One that compliments Mammon, of course.

New clothing made for him? Matching quality one for his s/o is now an unspoken demand. Interviews at a talk show or meet-n-greet - well, you're answering questions now too (obviously redirecting them all to be praise for Mammon, how great he is, exct.) Gifts brought to an elaborate blue-blood demonic soiree? - what do you *mean* none were brought for his little doll, too!? 110% absolutely the kinda guy to demand your items be brought out perfect and then some. Even goes as far as to demand a take-out meal (not quite fine dining, but not fast-food; the sin of Greed is at least trying) to be re-made all because you asked for the garnish to be removed - *and* you're getting dessert now, as an apology.

But, Mammon wouldn't be caught dead telling you the reason why. Not in public, at least; "It's just image, you little treacle-tart!", don't question why he's pummeling imps and demons alike for missed delivery or promises. He paid for that shit and they dare to bring you something sub-par!? Like he wouldn't check that quality for the $$ he dropped.

You better speak up too, if the quality/taste/item isn't to your liking. Mammon totally gets all butthurt when you don't. Grumbling about 'Wasting money on shitty things', and throws a tantrum, where for a week, he doesn't underhand the revenue from Fizz-merch to 'gift' you things.

'Cuz all of his gifts would probs come with webby-little metaphorical strings attached

(RIP to any s/o who says they don't need the stuff given to them - Mammon wants you dressed and presentable in the most marketable-patent-pending finest, and you wouldn't want him to feel bad for all this work he's put into making you look nice with him, right? Right?!)

I've been side eyeing this ask for ages because its HUGE oh my lord you put your whole being into this and i LOVE IT.

Now, Mammon being the manifestation of greed is really interesting when it comes to having an s/o because there are SO SO many ways his greedy nature would impact the relationship, both negatively and positively. This idea of him ensuring his s/o is bathed with extravagant items, and that others are expected to give to you is amazing because its like, he adores you so much that he's projecting his greed onto you. It's such a common thing in relationships and since greed is one of his core personality traits its really fitting!

So, catch this;

- Mammon has so many outfits for so many different occasions and because of this, so do you. It's not obvious, at first glance a person wouldn't be able tell that you were matching but the themes and colours of the outfits are strikingly similar. BUT, you will always have an outfit to match with his. Everytime he gets something new - which is often, he has something made for you. It's cute!

- He doesn't even need to put in the request anymore, his retailers just know they'll need to be making you something similar.

- All of his business partners know, actually. Bringing a gift to Mammon and feeding his neverending desire for material gain is like a peace offering. However, its heeded that if a similar gift is not brought to you too, then it's no-deal.

- It has to be good too, nothing cheap or casual. It must be luxurious, wealthy, and pristine. You are a nuisance to corporate wallets.

- Seeing you get given gifts of high quality and standard brings Mammon immense joy, close to that of how he feels when recieving items himself. He likes seeing the way you light up as you recieve such gifts, so greatful every single time despite how often it happens.

- Thats why it all has to be perfect, because if he gets even a whiff of disastisfaction on your behalf someone is dying.

- You don't know how he does it, but he always somehow knows whats wrong with the gift, and is always able to redirect the blame onto anyone but you. The gift is cheap, or tacky? These business demons are rich, how dare they try to play it cheap! You just don't like it? Well, you aren't ungreatful, they should have put a little elbow grease into figuring out what you're interested in!

- You don't really get why he's so invested in ensuring you recieve gifts. You've inquired about it many times, most commonly after you've disliked an item you had recieved and he had torn through half the underlings in the room, but he never spoke about it.

- He made obvious, half-assed excuses. I'm quoting you here, anon; "It's just image, you little treacle-tart!" But honestly you never thought to much into it, you guessed it was just his love language. That, and excessive physical touch.

- I think any normal person in this situation would try so, so hard not to become spoilt and demanding, but its honestly very hard to not cave into spoiling desires when the man you are in a relationship with can and absolutely will provide everything you could ever need and or want at the snap of a finger.

- Even if you don't ask for anything, he's still getting you stuff! He keeps a constant eye on the things you're interested in, recent views on shopping websites, items in public you took a particular liking to ect. He probably keeps a list somewhere.

- You don't have much of a say in getting these gifts though. Even if you didn't want them, if you weren't that much of a material person he's drowning you in them anyways. There's definitely a thin layer of guilt there too, because, I mean... he spent so much money on you, because he loves you, and wants you to have the perfect items! Don't you want to be perfect, and pretty, like him? Just let him spoil you, it can't hurt. He only wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

- This goes hand-in-hand with those metaphorical webs and strings attatched to his gifts. He's doing all this work for you, so you better like him. You can't complain when he needs something of you, because he treats you so well.

- Now then, I agree with you in the aspect that before he realised you should, as standard, be getting gifts and rewards from everyone around you, that he fed into your whims and desires in a quantity over quality fashion. You're happy, and it saves him his hard earned money which he absolutely despises parting with.

- But he gets more of a kick out of getting you the expensive stuff, a result of his overwhelming greed. So, this phase of quantity over quality didn't last long.

- He knows what products are the most extravagant and of fine quality and he always gets you that. I would say nobody ends up dying at this point, but that'd be a lie. Mammon is an impatient demon and so if an order is late, or if an item he has bought is skewed or damaged in delivery, blood is being spilt.

- I LOVE THE LAST ONE CUZ I ALSO HC THAT. I think Mammon is a very insecure man, deep down. He puts on this performance persona because he worries about the way he is percieved, so when Fizz just like, up and goes he gets extremely worried you'll do the same and has an extremely possesive few weeks.

- He convinces himself you have some sort of distaste for him, and so to keep you by his side he provides more erratically and richly.

- Though, he is typically quite possesive of you. You are always near, or around him. There's a common joke made among Mammon fans that if they spot you, the Sin is most likely nearby. He always is.

- He even takes you on talk-shows. It isn't normally allowed but he's a Royal so he can do whatever he wants. Of course, the interviews are typically all focused on him and his career; new songs he's writing, upcoming clowns, recent shows. You don't input much, but when you do, its typically to stroke his ever-growing ego and compliment the things you adore about him.

- Dates and dinners can be rather embarassing though, wherever he takes you, because his need for everything given to you perfectly seeps into this aspect of life too.

- I'm just reiterating what you've said now, but, you could be at a take-out place, nowhere too fancy, and he's demanding shit be brought out in silver platters. You made the mistake once of commenting about the garnish, and how you didn't want it on your food, and suddenly he's yelling out that it be remade because how dare they not know you didn't want it!? They told him, quite snarkily might I add, "It's just decorational, you can remove it yourself."

- That take-out place ended that day with one staff member less than they had started.

- He's crazy, but you love him.

This is probably what he looks like asking for shit to be changed for you tbfh.

ANYWAYS YEAH, I HOPE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU MEANT!!! its quite late, but i really wanted to answer this ask before bed so here y'go :] i hope you enjoy, anon!

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