#the longer i stare at it the more i hate it but whatever LMAO

[mammomlette]

OBEY ME OLDER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!

part 1 part 2 part 3 (WIP rn)

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, GN! Reader/MC, possible cringe

Notes: This is literally my first ever fan fic I’ve published (if head cannons count as fan fics lmao) so apologies for any mistakes or weird formatting! Constructive criticism is more than welcome, I’m ASKING for it if you have any🙏

Alsoo they just kept getting longer and longer, I don’t know why and I’ve gone through lucifers to try and make it longer but I just can’t so sorry😭

LUCIFER: you can’t see their eye colour until you meet them.

* It wasn’t really that bad, being unable to see red.

* Being unable to see the colour of your blood as it oozed out of a cut wasn’t really that bad, even if it just looked like grey tar pouring out instead which is equally gross

* It wasn’t really that bad to just never be able to see a single colour, everyone had to put up with it at some point

* But it was sad how rose bouquets always looked dull, and how hearts would always be grey

* It was sad how you couldn’t just imagine up a new colour to fill the void that not being able to see red left

* You knew that the colour you couldn’t see was called red, and you could learn as much as you’d like about it but that didn’t meant you could imagine it let alone see it for yourself

* Not until you were teleported into a large, court-like room one day

* You looked up from whatever you were doing and stared up at the man who had begun to cheerfully talk in front of you. His hair was that familiar gray that you recognised as red

* He introduced you to your situation and the school, and in your panic your eyes darted across the room

* Then, you suddenly made eye contact with a man in a dark coat, hair a matching colour and eyes that were also a dark colour

* but a new dark colour

* Not that gray you had been familiar with your whole life, but a fierce mix of orange and pink, the way the colour red had been described to you your entire life

* You saw through your periphery some orniments on the wall and the previous man’s hair and jacket come to life with colour, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the dark haired man before you

* He had frozen, just like you, afraid to blink, afraid that he’d lose this enticing new colour again after missing it for so long if he were to let it go for less than a second

* When he finally looked away, he saw how different decorations in the room that had previously been gray lit up with the colour of your eyes, the world never seeming so alive in all the thousands of years of his life as they did in that moment

* For the first time in his incredibly long life, he saw the beauty that was your eyes and all the beauty they brought with them.

MAMMON: the red string of fate.

* Your entire life you had been accompanied by that obnoxious red string.

* Whenever you glanced down to your non-dominant hand, the first thing you noticed was the red string all tangled up and wrapped around your hand

* Sometimes you’d get bored and tie nots in it or rest it on a surface and pull it to make shapes, but as soon as you took your attention away from it it’d return to normal, pointing in the direction of your soulmate

* And for some reason, the direction would always be down

* Not always directly down, sometimes diagonal, but it always managed to go into the ground.

* Was your soulmate miner or something???

* You had tried and tried countless times to follow it, going into basements and even considering going cave exploring in case your soulmate was some kind of cave creature trapped down there

* There was even a time you considered that they could be in hell, because where else could they be that’s so low down?!

* You had grown to hate it, the way it would taunt you and while it showed your friends their soulmates, it just showed you the dirt on the ground

* Hopes of finding your soulmate and curiosity to where they could be grew into despair, concluding that your soulmate was either a mole person or dead

* Both results meant that you’d never meet them and would forever be tormented by that hideous, obnoxious, torturous red string that was eternally tied to your ring finger

* You were waiting in a lobby for a job interview when you suddenly popped into the devildom

* A man was happily introducing you to the courtroom(?) and all of the people sat inside of it

* There was a man named Lucifer, followed by his younger brothers, all of which noticeably sharing names with demons. This place was called the Devildom, they’re demons, is this hell?Someone must be pulling your leg or something, right?!?!

* You were cut of from your thoughts by the dark haired man- Lucifer- telling you to call his younger brother.

* You hesitantly took the phone-like device called a ‘DDD’ from Lucifer’s hands and dialed the number you were told to, fidgeting with the string on your ring finger that nobody else could see

* You waited for Lucifer’s younger brother, Mammon, to show up, still fiddling with the string, when you felt a sudden jolt on the string

* You looked down, to see the string moving slightly, left to right to slightly up, and noticed that it was no longer going into the ground. It was right at the doorway to the room.

* A man stormed into the room, immediately charging in your direction and shouting about your ‘nerve’ to summon ‘the great Mammon’

* Safe to say the shouting died down when he took a look at your hand and noticed how your strings were connected

* Awkward silence filled the air until it was interrupted by the Avatar of Lust, cooing at the situation when he put two and two together and realised what was going on

* You were too focused on the red string connecting you to his hand to noticed the red slowly covering mammons face

* Internally, you laughed. Of course you found your soulmate in Hell.

LEVIATHAN: you make choices for your soulmate.

* You woke up to the sun shining through your curtains. Your soulmate, for whatever reason, didn’t allow you to shut your blinds. He didn’t even decline it, just left it on read.

* Why did you even have to request to do something so mundane?!

* Your soulmate forgetting to respond to your requests was a common occurrence, usually in the morning, but any time could be victim to your soulmates negligence to your requests.

* You went downstairs and opened your fridge and grabbed the first thing you saw: a pancake filled with red bean paste, in a box labeled ‘Azuki-tan, cute companion!’

* You had zero clue what that meant, you just remembered seeing it for sale at a grocery store a couple days ago

* Again, you had to send a request to your soulmate over whether you could eat this or not.

* Almost immediately, it was accepted. You didn’t really stop to think about the fast reaction time to the request, just thankful this wasn’t another ignored request

* Just as you were about to put it into your mouth, you were teleported to a large room that resembled a court room and contained a lot of chairs and 6 scary-looking men

* You kind of zoned out for most of that discussion until you started asking questions, but safe to say the pancake was forgotten, still in your hand.

* You made your way to where you would be staying with the demon assigned to look after you, Mammon, when a request from your soulmate popped up:

* ‘Soulmate would like to: Ask his brother for his money back.’

* You accepted, wondering what harm could be done, and entered the building with Mammon.

* You were just chatting with the white haired boy when all of a sudden a boy with purple hair started yelling at him “How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon!”

* They started to yell at each other about money, which you found to be an odd coincidence. Would this even be considered as asking for money though? It’s more like bullying.

* You watched the argument unfold and brought the pancake to your mouth, about to take a bite, when the purple haired boy froze and stared at you, which made you stand there awkwardly with your mouth about to bite into the pancake for a few seconds waiting for him to say something

* “Is that Azuki-tan?!”

* “Umm… I think that was on the packaging… why?”

* Very awkward. Oh look, a request!

* ‘Soulmate would like to geek-out about Azuki-Tan and The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl franchise.’ You accepted. How random.

* You had no time to ponder the randomness of the request because the purple haired boy, Levi as Mammon had introduced him, began to spout random nonsense about the pancake? No, a girl called ruri hana- wait no, now he’s going on about voice acting- who’s that voice actor?- wait what show is he going on about now?!?! You really wanted to tell this guy to slow down or shut up!

* He paused for a quick moment and pressed a button in the air, continuing with his tangent when you yelled at him to just slow down!

* He paused. He stared into your soul. He looked like he was rebooting, or something.

* “You’re my soulmate?” He said, voice shaky. You asked him what he meant, and he just started going on a rant about an anime where this very thing happened and- he’s off topic again, he’s going a mile a minute! You asked the voice in your head ‘can I please tell him to shut up?!’

* He stopped and stared at you, now yelling how you were asking him to shut up and how rude than was!

* Oh shit. He’s right? He’s your soulmate? And you just asked your soulmate to shut up the annoying guy in front of you?? Whew boy.

* You awkwardly mutter apologies to eachother, flustered, both the pancake and his older brother forgotten.

[redstarwriting]

the clash | v. ever fallen in love

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 3.1k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, mentions of death, demonic names, mentions of injuries, giving and receiving stitches, geniuses being dumbasses

a/n: these keep getting longer LMAO which is wild too bc i literally had an idea to make this chapter even longer, but i had to end up splitting it up. thank you to everyone who’s reading the series, i appreciate you all more than you will ever know. please enjoy this chapter, the next should be out either late tonight or tomorrow :)

previous chapter: iv. london calling

now reading: v. ever fallen in love

next chapter: vi. (with someone you shouldn’t’ve)

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It’s been a few months since you’ve become a part of Spider Society, and much to everyone’s disappointment, you and Hobie still hate each other. Even though on any given day the two of you will be seen around each other, you’re always arguing. Yelling. There have been multiple times where the two of you almost fought, but someone always breaks it up before it gets to that point. “Ready to go, Hobie?” Gwen asks, and he scoffs. “Can’t believe ‘m bein’ forced to go to that dickhead’s world by you of all people,” he grumbles, and she rolls her eyes. “C’mon man, we all know that you’ve both been way more irritable towards everyone because you haven’t seen each other in what? Like two days?”

“I’ll be a lot worse when I see them, I can promise ya that, mate,” he snaps and Miles shakes his head. “Yeah, sure. Whatever, Hobie,” he says as Gwen pulls up the portal to your world. “Are you excited to see them? I haven’t seen you two apart for this long ever, you’re always together,” Pavitr says, side-eying Hobie. He keeps trying to tell Gwen and Miles the two of you only hate each other because you have strong feelings for one another and don’t know how to face them.

“I’m telling you, they’re obsessed with each other,” Pavitr says as he, Gwen, and Miles sit in his home, sipping some chai. “Obsessed with wanting to kill each other maybe, but that’s about it,” Miles says, and Pavitr groans. “No! You’ve got it all wrong! Neither of them knows how to express their feelings and that’s the only reason they act the way they do!” he tries to convince them, but Gwen and Miles just glance at each other. “I don’t know, Pav,” Gwen says. “I picked up on the romantic tension between the two of you immediately, why are you doubting my genius social cue reading now?”

“You need to stop being such a romantic, Pav. The two of them would rather eat glass than be romantically involved in any way,” Gwen responded, but Pavitr was not convinced.

He still isn’t. Hobie laughs. “Excited? You must be mental to think I’d be chuffed to see them,” he responds, and Pavitr sighs. One day. One day he will get Hobie to admit he cares for you.

Gwen was honestly a little nervous for this little meet-up. The two of you had a really bad fight recently, and trying to get the two of you back to talking level seems a little ambitious.

“You what?” he yelled, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m being mentored by Miguel.” Hobie stares at you, not saying anything, with his mouth slightly open before he shakes his head. He’s very angry, but you simply don’t care. “He’s helping me, Hobie. We both have the venomous bite thing, so he’s trying to help me out with it and helping me adjust to–”

“Don’t you dare say adjust to fuckin’ Spider Society like I ain’t been here the whole time.”

“You never necessarily helped, Hobie. Unless you count constantly insulting me and–”

“Nah, don’t gimme that fuckin’ rubbish, (Y/n),” he growls, and you cross your arms. “Why are you so mad about it anyway?” He laughs. “Why am I mad? Seriously?! You’re the right fuckin’ hand of the pitch and toss!”

“The what?” you ask and he groans. “The fuckin’ boss, (Y/n)! The man!”

“So what, Hobart?! In case you forgot you’re a part of this society, you listen to Miguel too!”

“I fuckin’ don’t!”

“You fucking do!” By this point, you’d pulled attention from several other spiders, not only because of the yelling but because their senses were going off. The two of you were too focused on each other to realize they were all ready to pounce on the two of you. “Fuckin’ piss off before I do somethin’ we both regret,” he growls, and you laugh. “Make me.”

The two of you were separated after that and haven’t talked to each other since. Granted, it’s only been two days, but that is long for the two of you, honestly. And it’s been making everyone a target of Hobie’s rude remarks and your cynicism. The two of you need to talk because clearly, not talking just makes the two of you feel worse.

Even though Hobie’s acting like this is the worst thing his friends could possibly do to him, he does kind of sort of miss you. Which he hates. It’s been two days and he’s already missing you? Disgusting. He can’t wait to yell at you about it. He’s able to keep his cool and pretend like he really doesn’t want to go, but in reality, he’s so anxious to see you. “Alright, come on,” Gwen says, motioning for Hobie to enter the portal. He glances around at them. “Makin’ me go first?”

“Can’t have you run off at the last minute,” Gwen says and he sighs. “Whatever,” he says, walking a little too fast into the portal. He only stops when he’s enveloped in a familiar darkness. He feels something brush up against his leg, and he lets go of a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “Good seein’ ya, Shadow,” he says, bending down to give your cat some attention. Shadow headbutts him and he scratches between his ears. Your cat loves Hobie, much to your disdain.

“You hurt him, I kill you,” you said to him the second time he was at your place. He picked up Shadow while you were in your room, and when you came out and saw him holding your baby, you were ready to fight. But you were ready to fight him at any given moment anyways. “I won’t hurt him. He’s much cooler than his owner anyways,” Hobie says, petting his head. You roll your eyes. “Yeah well– wait is he purring?” you say, and Hobie smirks at you. “Looks like he likes me better than his owner too.”

“Shut the fuck up. Shadow!” you call your cat, your voice going from a tone that screams ‘I hate you’ to one that screams ‘I love you.’ Of course, Shadow’s ears perk up and he hops out of Hobie’s arms and right over to yours. You stick your tongue out at Hobie, who rolls his eyes and looks away to cover up the dusting of a smile on his face. “What are you, 12?” he asks, and you scoff. “Can I hold Shadow?” Pavitr asks, and you hand him to him without a second thought. But no matter who you passed him to, he’d either end up in yours or Hobie’s lap.

He's so lost in the memory that he doesn’t even sense you approaching. “So, you decided to actually show up. I’m surprised,” he hears your voice and looks up at you. “Wasn’t exactly by choice, love. If I had it my way, I’d never be in this hellhole again,” he retorts, and you just shake your head and say nothing. That’s strange. You thought for sure you would mention something about him being forced to do something even though he always does what he wants. “What? Have you lost your spitfire after only two days of not talkin’ to me?” he asks, standing. You sigh. “I just… I don’t have the energy to fight today, Hobie. Okay?”

Don’t have the energy? You literally always have the energy to fight with him. Before he can say anything else, Pavitr comes through the portal.

“(Y/n)! How have you been?” he asks, excitedly, hugging you. Hobie doesn’t like that. But what he doesn’t like even more is the slight look of pain that spreads across your face for a split second. He observes silently as you play it off like nothing happened, and Pavitr is none the wiser to it. Gwen and Miles enter shortly after, and the dynamic you all had before yours and Hobie’s attempted murder of each other returns. Except for the constant bickering between you and Hobie. Instead, it’s just a lot of silent glaring, and subtle reactions. “Okay, hold on. What the hell is this?” Miles asks, and you both look at him. “What?” you say at the same time, ending in a side eye to each other. “That! That right there, why aren’t you two threatening to tear each other’s heads off because you said the same thing?” Miles asks, and Hobie shrugs. “I got nothin’ to say to them.”

“Ditto,” you say, and the three of them look at you two like your heads just got cut off. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m havin’ a laugh, mate?” Hobie snaps at Miles and he puts his hands up in surrender. “This… is odd. I can’t recall the last time it was quiet between you two.”

“Because it never was. They always went for each other’s throats like their own lives depended on it,” Pavitr says to Gwen, and you clear your throat. “We’re right here, you know,” you say with a forced grin. “Yeah, care to save the talkin’ bout us til we aren’t around?” Hobie grumbles and the three glance at each other before nodding. “Sorry, you two…” Gwen says, and you shrug. “It’s whatever. Dealt with worse,” you say, and Hobie nods. He glances over at you again. How is no one else noticing how weird you’re acting? Is he the only one who pays attention to you or some shit?

This isn’t the first time he’s picked up on your odd behaviors. Within the time he knew you, he was able to notice your behaviors unlike anyone else.

He wasn’t necessarily looking for you. He’d never go out of his way to look for you in a million years, yet here he was. In your world because you didn’t show up at the allotted time everyone was gonna meet up at in his world. He webbed up to the tallest building, the Ember Stake Building. It resembled that of a wooden stake, except all black and metal instead of wood. Sure enough, you were there. “You’re late.”

You turn and look at him, but don’t say anything. Instead, you just turn away. He frowns. “What’s that all about, then?” he asks, plopping next to you. You sigh. “I think I’m just gonna stay here tonight.”

“What? Why? Because you’re too borin’ to do anythin’ fun? Gotta work late tonight?”

“No. Personal reasons,” you say and he cocks his head to the side. “Such as?”

“Fuck off, Hobie. I’m not telling you.”

“Yes, you are. What’s goin’ on in that empty head of yours?” he asks and you give him an unamused look. “It’s the anniversary of my Uncle Belial’s death,” you mumble. He frowns. “Ah. I see.”

“...Yeah.” The two of you sit in silence, the wind the only noise happening before he sighs. “Well then, you’re definitely comin’ tonight.” He stands. You look at him. “I just said-”

“And I don’t give a shit. Come on, your friends are waitin’ for you. Besides, they can help ya get your mind off of it. Chop-chop.” You ended up going because you were forced to. But you did have a good time. Hobie was right, it helped you get your mind off of things. And maybe you were reading into it, but he seemed just a tad bit nicer to you that night than normal.

And you could tell his. 

“And what the hell is your problem today?” you appear behind Hobie who is angrily restringing his guitar in his common room at Spider Society. “Well now you’re a part of it,” he responds. You sit on the floor across from him. “As much as I’m happy just my presence can reduce you to a massive asshole, I don’t think I’m the only reason this time.”

“How could you even tell?”

You shrug. “You busy your mind and hands when you’ve got something on your mind,” you say, and he looks at you. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Didn’t realize you were obsessed with me.”

“You wish,” you say. He sighs. “New group of fascist assholes showed up today,” he begrudgingly opens up and you nod. “Told you so.” He glares at you. “Had to say it,” you say, “But you’ll beat them. You always do.” He glances at you. “And if you can’t, I’ll just take care of it for you.” He laughs, unamused. “I’d like to see you try.”

He’s unsure why so many memories are flooding back to him at this moment in time. The answer is that he’s obsessed with you and Pavitr is right, but we don’t need to talk about that until he realizes it for himself. Maybe not seeing you has made him think about you more for some reason. He shakes his head, rejoining the conversation. Everything goes surprisingly well for the rest of the time you all are together. Unfortunately, Gwen gets a notice that something is happening in her world, and she has to go. Miles follows, and Pavitr is torn between going with them or staying with the two of you to make sure no one gets murdered. Or to see some romantic shit.

“We been behavin’, haven’t we?” Hobie says, a bit relieved they were leaving so he could find out what was up with you. You were close with the others, but even they’ve commented on you two only opening up with each other. “You actually have… and maybe it’d be good to leave them alone. Talk out whatever issues they’re having,” Miles says to Pavitr and Gwen, who look at each other but reluctantly agree. Miles and Pav rush into Gwen’s world before her. “I swear if you two kill each other I’m going to kill both of you,” Gwen says, walking backward into the portal to her world and pointing at the two of you. “We won’t.”

“Probably,” Hobie finishes, and Gwen rolls her eyes before disappearing. There’s a silent tension between the two of you before he speaks up. “What happened?”

“I don’t know what you’re–”

“Don’t play dumb with me, now. What happened?” he pushes, and you frown at him. Shadow leaps up into your lap and nuzzles you. You sigh and gently pet him. Hobie stays silent, watching and waiting. “Just… bad day,” you mumble. “Bad day, how?”

“Bad spider day.” He hums. “That why you looked like Pav stabbed ya after that hug?” You look at him, surprised. “You saw that?”

“Course I did. ‘m not fuckin’ daft,” he responds, and you look at Shadow. “Yeah… it’s nothing, though. Just a few scratches, typical Spider-Person shit,” you say, and he nods. “Let me see, then.”

“What?”

“Let me see.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re lyin’,” he shrugs, and you glare at him. “Have I told you I hated you?”

“Not recently, but yeah.” You glare at him but sigh. “Fuck you, Hobie,” you mumble, but shrug off your oversized cardigan. His eyes widen as he sees deep lacerations and bruises spread across your shoulder and onto your back. He stands up and approaches you without even realizing it. You watch him as he studies your injuries. “Who did this?” His voice sounds darker than you’ve ever heard it. You look away from him. “Does it matter?”

“Yes,” he responds immediately. You turn your head to look at him again, only to have him staring directly into your eyes. “Prowler,” you mumble, and he frowns. “The worst of the worst in your world,” he whispers to himself, recalling a conversation the two of you had months ago. He glances around. “Where’s your first aid kit?” he asks, and you look at him with a side-eye. “Why?”

“Cause I wanna get high off the painkillers in it, why do you think, you dolt?” he snaps, and you point to your bathroom. “Under the sink.” He gets up and walks into your bathroom, grabs the first aid kit, and walks back out to you on your couch. “Turn round and move a bit,” he says, and you do. He sits behind you, starting to clean and stitch to your injuries up. You wince slightly and he frowns. “Why haven’t you done this yet?”

“I can’t reach back there myself.”

“Then ask someone else to do it.”

“I don’t have anyone to ask anymore.”

“Yes, you do,” he says without missing a beat. You turn your head to say something snarky to him, but he looks at you at the same time. Your faces are closer than the two of you expected, causing you both to quickly look away. You can feel your face burning, and you’re grateful the injuries are mainly on your back and not close to your heart because you don’t want to hear his comments about how fast it’s beating. On an equal note, Hobie’s happy you aren’t looking at him because he has his jaw clenched and swallows hard. His heart is beating just as fast, but he pretends like it’s nothing, just like you. He finishes the stitches, placing bandages over top of them. “Done,” he says, and you mutter a quick ‘thank you’ as he tosses the first aid kit onto your coffee table. “Should be healed by tomorrow,” you mumble, and he nods. “When did that happen?”

“A few hours before you all got here,” you admit, and he frowns. “And you were just gonna pretend nothing happened?”

“Yes. I told you earlier, I’m too tired to deal with any bullshit today, okay?” you confess, and he frowns.

“He get ya that good cause you’re tired?”

“I guess.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Dunno.”

“Stop lyin’ love,” he says, and the nickname you hate oh so much sounds just a little sweeter to you than it should. “Couple days ago.”

“You haven’t slept in two days?” You shake your head, and he sighs. “Go the fuck to sleep. Now.”

“But–”

“Go,” he demands, pointing to your bedroom. You groan, “You’re so fucking annoying,” you mumble, getting up and dragging yourself to your room. “Yeah, yeah whatever,” he says, following you. You flop onto your bed as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Come to tuck me in?”

“You wish,” he watches as Shadow hops up onto your bed, curling up against you. You immediately put your hand on him and pet him. Hobie frowns as he feels a pang of annoyance toward your cat. “Gonna stand there and watch me sleep or something?” your voice pulls him out of his ridiculous thoughts, and he scoffs. “Gonna stand here and make sure you don’t try to get up as soon as I go,” he says, and you sigh. “Fine,” you mutter, rolling away from him. He stands there until he’s sure you’re asleep. He glances at Shadow, who is still awake and staring at him. He puts his finger to his lips to say “shh” as he pulls his mask over his head.

He and the Prowler of this world need to have a bit of a chat.

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👁️ think that messmer is a sap and if his spouse/consort ever had to leave the shadow keep for more than a week he’d be like i am downing in mine own misery i wish to see their face. and you come back and there’s this massive portrait hanging in the keep of you. he refuses to acknowledge it beyond the fact it’s there (no he didn’t get it bc he missed you, this was here from the start)

No anon, literally this. If you have to leave, he’s trying to talk you out of it. He begs you and abandons whatever pride he has left and gets on his KNEES for you, pitifully clinging onto your hands and using the “don’t you love me” with the puppy eyes and you explain to him that you have urgent business and you don’t wanna leave either, but you have to. He offers to come with you, but you tell him no, he has an entire Keep to look after. He hates when you’re right smh.

But fine, he can’t go with you, but you know who can? Half of his army. It doesn’t matter if you’re going down the road to Castle Ensis to visit Rellana, half his army is going with you :) he will not budge on this.

While you’re gone, he’s miserable. He’s tucked away in his room smelling the sheets that still smell like you and aimlessly wandering the halls that you two would walk through together. He stares at your portrait for extended periods of time. His serpents miss you too and they’re just as sad, curling around Messmer and barely moving. Everyone is sad.

But when you’re back? CELEBRATION. Messmer will not let you go for like three days, maybe longer depending on how long you were away. He’s so happy to have you back. He’s crying, he’s telling you how much he missed you and he sounds like a fucking POET. This man is so clingy. Poor baby just wants to be loved and he was terrified you’d leave him alone, just like his mother 😭

I wrote an essay lmao. But thank you anon!

[gojossocks]

Gossips and Convenience Stores

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Summary: just some jjk first years gossiping lmao. Implied that Geto didn’t turn batshit crazy and killed a lot of people.

a/n: this is probably an epilogue to a series I’ve been wanting to write for a while. lmk if you guys liked it ! <33

“I wonder when Gojo-sensei will ask Y/N-sensei out.” Nobara asks, before taking a bite of her onigiri.

Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi were all sitting together in an empty parking lot outside a convenience store, something that has become a routine after a tiring mission.

It’s midnight. Most of the diners are closed and the only store open was the 7/11, just a few blocks away from Jujutsu High.

“It’s kinda annoying,” She continued. “Every time I see that damned teacher around her, he gets more annoying. That’s a given since he’s more annoying than when he’s with Geto-sensei. If that’s his way of flirting then I don’t think he could ever pull her.”

Megumi snorts at Nobara’s keen observation. “I’m surprised you noticed that.”

She rolls her eyes before glaring at Megumi, “How could I not? Even our principal notices it. Hell, even Yuuji knows it. Right?!” She turned to look at Yuuji, who shrugged mindlessly while eating his noodles.

“I don’t know, he does talk about her all the time. Whenever I ask what’s their history or whatever, he says they were long time friends.”

Megumi snorted at the statement, earning a look from his classmates.

“What’s that look you got, Fushiguro?” Nobara accuses him. He replies with a hum.

Nobara sighs before clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I know you know a lot about those two because Maki-san told me you basically grew up with having them around. Besides, he always asks you to bring pizza for Y/N-sensei. I think it was an unrequited thing, don’t you think? I mean she’s way out of his league if you ask me.” She says confidently.

Megumi knew that this was bound to happen but he never thought that he would have to explain the situation this early. He really hates it when people gossip about his life— and that extends to Y/N. He met Satoru and Y/N when he was 6 years old. Most of his childhood, he and Tsumiki stayed with the Gojos.

“They used to be together.” Megumi mumbles, looking down at his shoes. He then looks up at his friends when the both of them yell ‘HUH?!’ in unison. He couldn’t blame them though. Satoru and Y/N’s acting skills as if they were never together in the first place really fooled a lot of people, especially the people who don’t know anything about them.

“Yeah,” He says, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Megumi takes a sip from his pepsi, in hopes to escape Nobara and Yuji’s interested gaze. “They’re marrie— could you both shut up for a bit?” He grumbles in annoyance.

Nobara scooches closer to Megumi. “Oh my god, tell me everything.”

He rolled his eyes but continued anyway. “They were in an arranged marriage as far as I know. They were together for 8 years. I think they’ve known each other for much longer, though.”

“Oh he definitely fumbled the bag.”

Yuji stares at him with his mouth agape. His eyes suddenly widened as he dramatically gasped, “Is that why you accidentally called Y/N sensei ‘mom’ ?!”

Megumi feels blood rising from his cheeks. He quickly looks down at his shoes once more to prevent Nobara and Yuji from seeing him embarrassed. Both of them started giggling.

“So that means you call Gojo-sensei ‘daddy’ huh?” Nobara smirked at the onyx haired boy. Megumi chokes on his drink before muttering a ‘shut up, I don’t.’

“So why did they break up?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not really sure. They try to keep us out of their problems. Y/N just packed up one day and that was it. We kept in touch but she made me promise not to tell Gojo anything. Anyway, that’s it, stop questioning me.”

Nobara points a finger accusingly at the empty parking lot, “I bet he has commitment issues. Yeah, just by looking at him, he’s definitely the type to have one.”

“They have been together, for 8 years.” Megumi deadpans.

“Damn, adults are complicated.” Yuuji whines. “They’d look great together though.”

“He still fumbled! I bet my new perfume on that. To be honest, I don’t really see Y/N sensei with him. He seems chaotic enough as he is.”

“That’s a little harsh.”

“Well, she tolerates us,” Yuji adds, “Besides I don’t think Gojo-sensei will ask her out. Earlier, I saw Y/N-sensei on a date. I just forgot to tell you guys.”

Even Megumi doesn’t know that.

“What?!” Nobara exclaims, standing up. “C’mon, it’s 2 am. I need to get my beauty rest. I’ll get the Y/N and Gojo lore this week. I can’t wait to interview Geto-sensei!”

“That’s invading their privacy.” Megumi sighs.

Nobara and Yuuji kept asking Megumi questions, theorizing and pestering each other. The three of them talked (read: argue) on the way home, too engrossed in the mystery of Gojo and Y/N’s relationship.

Meanwhile they fail to notice their teacher casually leaning on the wall beside the convenience store, chuckling at his students’ curiosity.

Gojo shakes his head before heading off to god knows where.

gojo u naughty boi why are u out at 2 am wanna read more?

[horrorisunknowntoyou]

Watching From The Sidelines P.4

[SAGAU X SHAPESHIFTER READER]

Synopsis: The game continues, but feelings of pain start arising. You are vulnerable. But this might be a wake up call for you.

A/n: Thank you so much for the support! Y'all filling my notifications with tag list request lmao. I can't write all of you, I have 4 index cards full of usernames. But I'll try my best!

TW// vomiting blood, being very sick.

Also heavy leaning to Zhongli x Reader

Song recommendations:

Gold - Imagine Dragons

Golden hour - JVKE

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It's been a few months since the game has started.

Life was going on as normally, well as normal as a business man working with literally gods chasing you.

Of course even with unlimited stamina, and unmatched skill, it's starting to take a toll on your body. You couldn't explain it, but something was hurting deep inside you.

Maybe it was the fact you haven't been 'you'.

You been stuck as m/n for months! And your kinda starting to forget who you are. Sure it's been a lot of fun to play pretend. Being smug and rich and whatever...but you kinda miss old you.

The person who played genshin for fun! Sure, your no longer financially struggling or suffering but at this point, looking in the mirror is starting to be painful.

You don't know how long you can play this game anymore.

Of course you knew the acolytes and followers are more then devoted to you, willing to do whatever to do whatever you want. To prove themselves to you and win your favor, and this point they added so much people it's starting to get annoying.

Yeah, it's fun but you don't know how much your heart can take it.

Currently your hiding inside a shed, listening carefully to your surroundings outside.

You felt this unbearable sinking feeling in your chest. At this point your tempted to call the game quits because something is very wrong.

You really don't want to though.

Hours passed, sinking in and out of consciousness, you see a person shouting at you trying to warn you something before gasping awake.

You unintentionally fell asleep in the shed, bewildered and stressed out you decided leaving the shed for air was your best bet.

As you clutched onto you stomach you felt very uncomfortable.

You took a deep breathe of air, trying to stable yourself but you can't. You don't know why? Was it you doubting yourself? Who's the person you dreamed of?

Imagines of someone speaking to you popped into your head again, disorienting you.

"Zhongli!" You yelled out, leaning on a wall coughing into your hand, noticing it shine in reflection of the sun.

It was blood.

Your blood.

He immediately appeared, startling you, he looked at you concerned.

You immediately shaped shifted to your original form.

" I-i hate to end the game, but I...I don't feel well I don't think I can continue on." You mumbles to him.

His eyes widen at this, as other acolytes appeared behind him. You started coughing again, and next thing you knew. You vomit out blood, and collapsed on the ground.

You heard screaming, crying, and feeling of hands holding you gently in their grasp.

You also saw that person again briefly, they were stroking your hair mumbling sweet nothings to you.

It felt warm.

Then everything went to black.

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You felt comfortable.

Very comfortable.

You blinked slowly, waking up realizing youwere practically drowning in pillows and blankets. Staring at the ceiling above you, before eventually sitting up. You were on this huge bed, gently patting your chest. Noticing the change of clothes.

It was a simple white nightgown, most likely due to your other clothes covered in your blood.

Before you can even think, the door swung open, The archons looking at you.

"YOUR GRACE YOU'RE AWAKE!" Venti yellowed out, practically tears brimming his eyes. " I was so worried! "

"Your highness please, never scare us like that again." Zhongli says, closing the door behind him so others don't barge in.

Ei stood their silently, looking at you with sadden look.

You sigh," Zhongli... explained what happened after I blacked out?"

He nods, " Of course your grace, after...after you passed out, we thought we lost you after so long. We had to shield you and bring you back to the temple quick as possible. We got the best doctors to check up on you. "

You looked at your hands, clenching them into fists before letting go.

"My body was probably stressing out after using so much of my shapeshifting ability. And it magnifying with my identity crisis. It made me too vulnerable.

But who is that person I keep seeing? I didn't even dream of them..."

You sigh, " I apologize for worrying you all, it appears I must pause the game in the meantime. As I need to rest and heal. I had no idea this would have happened. I'll take note of it in the future. "

You tried to get up, but all three Archons immediately set you back down.

" I apologize your highness but we can not let you leave this room. " Zhongli says firmly, tucking you back in. "If you want anything, we will get it for you."

After everything, you just agree with it. "Ei take care of my business, Venti alert the others I'm awake. Zhongli you stay with me. " You quietly ordered them.

They all nod.

You were exhausted even if you just awoke. Som much things already on your mind.

"Zhongli can I ask you an odd request." You mumbles.

"Nothing is odd if it's coming from you your highness. What is your request?" He asked, sitting on a chair besides the bed to keep watch.

You gently lend a hand out, " can I hold your hand?"

He perked up at the request, " H-hold your hand? It would be an honor. " He gently grabs your hand. It felt reassuring to have, as you slowly blink. Falling asleep with your hand interlock with Zhongli's.

You didn't dream of that person again.

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You been recovering well, however you practically can not do anything. Like at all.

Also no info could be found of the person you are looking for. Which is huge bummer but you'll look more into it yourself once at full health.

Besides that, due to the accident the Archons are scared you're going to vomit out blood again. They are hovering over you 24/7, like you can't be alone at all. Someone has to be with you at all times.

You couldn't even feed yourself, someone has to feed you by hand while you sat in bed.

It was humiliating.

But you couldn't do much until your strength was fully back.

But there was something you didn't expect....

That was meeting the harbingers.

You were literally in a nightgown, in bed, resting and Dottore was doing a check up on you....

HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO ACT????

You knew of pantalone due to business connects and such as m/n. But the others? How the hell were you supposed to deal with them???

You just sat there, unsure as they asked how your doing and such. It was obvious they wanted to be in your favor.

All you can do is let them, as time passed and you watch the harbingers speak to each other. You paid them no attention as you slowly drifted to sleep engulfed in a warm embrace of it.

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At this point, you were so sick of resting.

Besides Ei bringing you papers to read or give your signature to for your business. You practically had nothing to do!

Your been nagged to death by so many people, The Archons, Harbingers, followers etc. The list goes on and your going insane. The amount of times late at night your suffocating yourself with a pillow or punching it before being sedated by Zhongli.

You wanted to rip your hair out!

However the more you slept, the more you talked to 'that' person.

You still don't know who it is, but it's clear they were warning you of your illness.

Which confused you still, but that's a plus up. However that still doesn't change your issues.

1. Who is dream person?

2.Health is not fully healed.

3.Stuck in the temple much to your displeasure.

4. Having to pause the game.

Things are not going as you planned....

You are pacing in your room, Zhongli watching you in concerned.

"Is something wrong your highness? You seem troubled. " He asked but all you can do is pace back in forth thinking.

You looked at him.

"Zhongli, what your opinion in continuing the game? We never finished it." You faced him. He thinks about it, " I-im unsure your highness, believe me, as we want to prove our loyalty to you. You must understand we don't know how much you recovered. We fear of loosing you. "

" so if I were to wish to continue, it's assume the others would decline? "

" Most likely yes your highness. "

You sigh, running your hand through your hair, " call a meeting with everyone involved in the game. " You command yanking the doors open and swiftly walking down the hallway.

Zhongli immediately chases after you, " your highness! I understand you're displeased but your in a nightgown! Barefooted on tile! " He tries to usher you , but you only ignored him.

Others soon noticed you, common folk immediately bowed before you and stepped away. Others started to follow behind you trying to put you back to bed.

You headed to the throne room, and sat at your throne. Not caring if your dressed improperly, you wanted things done.

Aether and Paimon was visiting a noticed you walking in and the archons following behind you as well body guards. He was confused what was going on as more appeared. Soon him and Paimon was ushered in.

You held a meeting.

"As many of you know, I gotten I'll however. I feel I rested enough. I wish to continue the game. " You command, resting your head on your hand watching the others.

Chatter erupted the room.

Some disagreed to this, prioritizing your health above anything else. Other's were arguing for it, as you created the game and wished for this.

It was hotly debated between the folk.

You sat above and watched down at them, listening to their opinions. You honestly wanted to know what to do. Crossing you legs and pondered.

Zhongli was absolutely against this and he took off his coat and place it on your lap. Keeping you covered.

"Ah, thank you." You quietly say. Unknowingly as others noticed this. Them turing to face you.

"Its my pleasure your highness." Zhongli says with a smile, placing a kiss on your hand.

What was meant to be a serious debated turned into an argument over you. And now others were suggesting to give you a piece of their clothing to you.

You couldn't help but laugh nervously and blush at this stupid situation. How the hell are you supposed to manage this stupid mess? This is nothing like running a business.

God help me.

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[hysteria-things]

✿ PROMISE? ✿ PART FIVE.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and your former best friend chris sturniolo hang out for the first time in a long time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 822

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added a promise? tag to make it easier to navigate!

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 recorded video when chris opens his door without knocking. nick lets out a yelp and aggressively takes off his headphones, staring up at his brother with horror and anger in his eyes. “for fuck sake!”

“stop yelling, it’s just me. have you heard from y/n?”

he gives him a look that looks like disgust, but his facial expressions are so similar that chris doesn’t know which emotion is which anymore. “not since the afternoon. why?”

“just curious,” he says, closing the door.

chris’s phone is on the kitchen island facing upwards. he taps the screen to see if there are any notifications, but there aren’t. he groans. it’s almost midnight, she has to be home by now.

as matt is walking into the kitchen, his phone goes off making him lunge across the island to grab it. matt stops in his tracks and looks at chris with wide eyes. “i’m confused.”

“keep on walking, lover boy,” chris says, holding up his hand in a shooing gesture. the boy rolls his eyes and opens the fridge. he stays hunched over the island, a smile appearing on his face when he sees it.

y/n l/n is typing…

he didn’t bother waiting for you to finish typing when he opened up snapchat. your bitmoji is on the bottom left corner above the keyboard, the three dots in the thought bubble moving from side to side as you type. a breath of relief was released from him when your message popped up.

Y/N

| i made it home

| see?

ME

| fine you win

| thank you for keeping your promise :)

Y/N

| as always (unlike you😒)

ME

| I SAID I WAS SORRY

Y/N

| i know i know i’m just kidding

| you're lucky claudia kept throwing up or i would’ve stayed there for wayyyy longer

ME

| LMAO

| that must’ve been fun to witness😍

Y/N

| for sure

ME

| are you free tomorrow?

Y/N

| i have no life

| so yes!

ME

| cool!

| do you want to hang out?

| like the good old days🥹

Y/N

| sure why not?

ME

| BET

| i’m going to text you to plan i hate using snapchat

| see you tomorrow :)

matt approaches next to chris. he’s sipping a root beer he got from the fridge a few minutes ago. “you’re going to hang out with y/n tomorrow?”

chris hides his phone by bringing it to his chest. he stares at him with a look of annoyance. “can you not snoop at my private conversations?”

he shrugs. “i wasn’t snooping. it just so happened to be in my eyesight.”

“get out of here, lover boy.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ✿ ⋆⁺₊⋆

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 journal more frequently than you have anticipated. you’ve had this journal for a while but stopped for no apparent reason, but ever since the triplets, it’s been a number one priority in your eyes.

your brain moves faster than your hands, so you write down whatever your scrambled thoughts are telling you to. half the time you don’t even know what you’re writing.

that’s when you remember you’re supposed to hang out with chris today, so you place your pen into the crack of the book and start texting.

you get up from the bed and take a shower. after that, you find a decent outfit and throw it on. by descent you mean a black long-sleeve shirt and gray sweatpants. you’re basic like that.

walking to your parent’s room, your mother sits at her vanity putting the final touches on herself. you knock on the doorway, and she looks at you through the mirror and smiles. “hi, sweetie.”

“hey.” you reply. “so… just letting you know chris is coming over soon, even though you guys are going out anyway.”

“your father is in the car waiting.” she says, getting up and grabbing her purse. she grabs your shoulder lightly. “i’m glad you guys are starting to talk again.”

she kisses you on the head, exiting the room.

there is a knock at the front door, causing you to spring up from the couch.

you stand there for a beat before opening it. chris stands there with his hands in his pockets, lifting his head when he hears you. you look behind his shoulder and lift a brow. “your clones aren’t joining you today?

he laughs and shakes his head. “no. you didn’t ask for them.” you open the door wider for him to step in.

he looks around. “still feels like my second home.”

the heart inside your body flutters at the comment, but you clear your throat to distract yourself. “do you want anything? a drink or something?”

“i’m good, thanks.” he looks down at you, a grin plastered on his face. “i just want to hang out with you.”

biting your lip, you smile. “ask and you shall receive.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

10 Things I Hate About You

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: What am I doing right now?? I have THINGS TO FINISH. Also it IS established later but reader is Mexican lmao

Bobby stops the truck outside their usual coffee spot and puts the brakes on. He lays his head on the steering wheel and looks over at Chimney who’s bobbing his head along to whatever the hell he’s listening to in his AirPods 

You know what he’s not listening to? 

“Oh my god. Can you just shut up- can you please just shut up!” Eddie is seething as he stares at you across the truck from him and you roll your eyes, your arms crossed over your chest 

“That is literally so fucking childish you can’t tell me to shut up just because you don’t like what I’m saying!!” 

“Actually I can? And oh yeah I did! Shut the fuck up short stack” 

You two had been going back and forth ever since you’d gotten into the truck before the fire. 

Hen looks at Buck, giving him a “you better fix this shit” face and he sighs loudly because he’d definitely accidentally started this fight. He just wanted to know what you guys wanted him to order for lunch. 

“Hey? Are we feeling Chinese today? Maybe Mexican?” He’s got his DoorDash up as he scrolls through the restaurants 

“Chinese” you mumble as you turn the page in your book 

“Mexican” Eddie says from his seat next to you as he studies the word search Buck gave him (he couldn’t find porterhouse) 

“You have Mexican at home Eddie, go make some tacos and we’ll get Chinese” You snuggle down more into the couch and he looks at you 

“Ha-ha very funny. Just order me some tamales please” he tells Buck 

“How many do you-“

“Hey!” You look up over your book “Who said we were getting Mexican?” 

“Uh, I did? Just now?” Eddie gestures and you take your feet off the couch and sit up 

“Did we miss the whole I want Chinese?” 

“Did we miss the whole I don’t care?”

“Do you want me to make your freaking tacos? Because I will if it means that much to you”

“First of all, you’d poison them. Second of all I don’t want tacos, I want tamales. And you of all people should know I can’t just go home and make those so there” he sticks his tongue out at you and you roll your eyes 

“Buck order me orange chicken please” You bat your eyelashes sweetly and Eddie scoffs 

“They don’t have orange chicken at Catalina’s”

“You’re right! They have it at Panda Express! Which is what we’re getting. You like teriyaki right?” 

“Guys I can just-“ Buck tries to break it up but now Eddie is standing over you 

“You can’t just freaking bat your eyelashes and think you’re gonna get your way? That’s not how it works”

You’re standing up now too, it doesn’t do much, you’re only five feet

“Okay well-“ you grab a chair and drag it over to him, he holds his hand out for you and you take it before stepping onto the chair 

Safety first 

“Thank you. Anyway, You can’t use your best friend status to get your way!!” 

“Oh, and you think “trying” to be cute is going to get you your way, tiny??” 

“I am cute! First of all, and second of all, he likes me better so yeah being cute is gonna get me my way. Third of all, quit finding ways to call me short!!!” 

“Buck?!” Eddie laughs cruelly “You think Buck likes you more than me?! Oh sweetheart you’re stupider than you look”

“Eddie” Buck groans loudly (and orders himself Subway) 

“Did you just say I was stupid?!” 

“No, I said you looked stupid! But since you wanna go there…”

“Eddie Diaz you are the most-“ 

Before you can begin to curse him out the alarm bells go off, you glare at him and he smiles innocently as he grabs your hips and sets you down on the floor, Buck clocks the way his hands linger a bit longer than they should, he sees the way his fingers flex and he pulls you just a little closer

He also sees the way you look at Eddie, because there’s a fire burning within you… but not for the reason you’re pretending it is 

You two had been fighting since the moment you met. Buck remembers it like it was three months ago (because it was) You’d caught him and Eddie talking, and Eddie was talking mad shit about you. Saying a pretty little thing like you would never make it in this line of work, you were probably going to cry if you broke a nail and how would you even reach the higher stuff on the truck. You’d totally have to jump! 

You didn’t hear, however, how Eddie had used all of that to avoid Buck’s question of 

“Isn’t she the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen” 

Which brings all of you to now. No one is really sure how you got onto the topic of where Eddie could go throw himself but you’ve been spewing insults back and forth the entire ride, needling at each other 

“I will actually pay you to shut your fucking mouth,” He says unbuckling his seatbelt and looking for his wallet 

“You’re not paying me like you pay for more than your hand” 

Buck snorts and both Hen and Eddie’s heads snap to him, he slaps his hand over his mouth 

Rule number one. Never get in the middle of you two 

“Are you kidding me?!” Eddie says and Buck shakes his head fast 

“Wait, wait, wait!!!” No, I wasn’t-“

“What was her name again? Diamond Honey?” 

Bobby turns in his seat “Wait Eddie did you act-“

“Fuck no!!” 

“Hell yes!” 

“She’s lying!” Eddie stabs his finger in your direction and you giggle in your seat 

“Y/N this isn’t really a topic to be discussing-“

“It’s not true!” Eddie practically whines and Buck can’t keep the giggles back 

“I can’t fucking stand you” 

“Good thing you’re sitting”

“Oh that is-“ He lunges for you and Hen holds him back, Chimney finally pulls an AirPod out to see if you’ve stopped. Buck holds you back from pouncing on Eddie and Bobby whistles loudly, causing all of you to freeze 

“Y/N and Buck go get the coffee, Chimney and Eddie switch places. As soon as we get back you’re both on probation” 

“What?!? She star-“

“He star-“

“If you two don’t want to be fired you’ll shut up and do what I say! Now go! Everyone!” 

You and Eddie both angrily hop out of your side of the truck, and even if he wants to toss you into an abyss he helps you down

“I can do it my freaking self” You may be arguing with him, but you let him grab your hips and help you out anyway

“Yeah whatever pipsqueak, just get the damn drinks” 

“You could say please” You glare at him and he backs you up toward the truck, his chest is pressed into yours, and his hands are still on your hips

“Are you gonna make me?” 

“If you wanna fight let’s fight” you hiss at him and he pins you back against the truck fully now, his leg slotting between yours. 

“I would love nothing more than to slap that stupid look off your face, but my Tia raised a gentleman. I don’t hit women”

“What in the sexual tension” Buck mumbles under his breath as he comes around the truck. He takes a picture and sends it to Hen “Look at this shit” 

“This is all your fucking fault” you spit and he rolls his eyes 

“Now who’s the childish one?? This is your fault! You couldn’t just be normal for one day?”

“You literally started this!!!” You thrash in his arms but he holds you even tighter now

“I started this??” He scoffs and laughs “Yeah whatever helps you sleep at night Princess” 

“Don’t call me that!” You scowl and he grins widely

“Oh? Don’t call you Princess? Like the spoiled fucking brat you are??”

“Are you kidd-“

“Oh I’m sorry did I hurt the little princess feelings?” He’s talking in a baby voice now “Did I hurt the little itty bitty babies feelings?” 

You have no response to that, you’re absolutely fuming at his stupid little baby voice and his stupid smirk and Princess?! Is he fucking serious? 

He stays like that for a minute, looking down on you in a completely condescending way. You shift uncomfortably, accidentally grinding down on his leg and he raises an eyebrow. Your cheeks flush as you glare at him 

“Do you two need a room? Because my apartment is actually really close to here” Buck clears his throat and you shove Eddie away. He straightens out his jacket and scoffs 

“I wouldn’t go near her vertically challenged ass with a 10-foot pole”

“Oh yeah well I wouldn’t go near with you a 20-foot pole!” 

“Really? Because you guys were just-“

“Shut up, Buck,” You say in unison. Eddie rips the door open and trades places with Chimney and you storm into the coffee shop 

“Operation closet is a-go” Buck winks as he follows you into the coffee shop. 

True to his word, you and Eddie are stuck at the firehouse cleaning the place. Bobby says you have to work together on every task. Maybe it’ll teach you two to act like adults and work together.

It goes horribly wrong. 

Bobby nearly has an aneurysm when he comes to check on you both and Eddie is spraying you down with the hose and you’re screaming at him to stop, he’s also soaked to the bone with the empty soapy water bucket at his feet… that you clearly dumped on him. He shuts off the water and yells at you both to go get changed and then clean out the old supply closet. 

He has no idea why he went along with Buck’s stupid plan. But he’s desperate at this point. He signals Buck when he notices you both heading over 

“Ladies first” Eddie opens the door and you walk in past him, he sighs as he reaches over you and turns on the light, it just barely flickers to life, illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow 

“How do you want to do this?” You ask as you peruse the shelves and Eddie shrugs 

“I dunno maybe we can start with-“

He’s shoved further into the room and he stumbles into you, nearly knocking you both over 

“I’m sorry guys this is for your own good!! I love you!!” Buck slams the door shut and you and Eddie bang against it 

“Let us out!!!” 

“This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done!” 

“No!! Not until you two come to a truce!!! No one can stand either of you!” He shouts back through the door and you hear his feet running away

“What the fuck do we do now?” You toss your hands in the air and Eddie lays his head against the door 

“Wait him out? He can’t keep us in here forever our shift ends in six hours”

“He wants us to sit here… for six hours”

“It’s Buck, do you expect anything less?”

“I expect him to let us out!!” You shake the door handle harshly and Eddie slaps your hand away 

“Quit it before you break it!!”

“I’m not gonna break it!” 

“If you break it we’re fucked, shrimp”

“News flash, jalapeño boy! We’re already fucked!!” 

“Jalapeño boy? Are you shitting me?”

“Would you prefer enchilada brain?? Tortilla face??” 

“None of these even freaking make sense”

“They’re not supposed to!! They’re just meant to bother you” You smirk at him, your hands on your hips and he slams his fist against the door. You jump a little as he steps closer to you 

“You do realize you’re Mexican too?” 

“Yeah and,” you say a bit quieter “Look I’m the only one who can call you these things. Anyone else does, I’ll karate kick them in the face. It’s our thing! I call you names and you stand there looking stupid” you bat your eyelashes at him and he blinks slowly 

“I’m going to throw you through this door” 

“He’s not gonna let us out” Eddie has fully given up and is now sitting on an overturned bucket while you’re trying to get the door unlocked. Which in a firehouse you think would be pretty easy 

“Hey, Captain Obvious? Yeah, you maybe wanna help me out instead of sitting on your ass over there??” You turn to him glaring and he sits back against the wall, putting his hands behind his head 

“I dunno, pretty comfy here” he sighs loudly “Gettin a great view watching you struggle”

You’re a bit glad at how dark it is in here, the light went out about an hour ago, it definitely wasn’t meant to be on this long. But still, you’re glad he can’t see the way your cheeks flush at his little comment 

“Can you please stop hating me for five seconds so we can think of a way out?!” 

You rummage around in your corner of the room, sighing when all you find is an extra hose. You and Eddie had eventually taken a roll of tape from one of the bins and drawn a line across the room, you got the side with the door because he wasn’t going to keep trying anymore 

“I don’t hate you” he’s standing over you now, god he’s quiet. You look up at him, blinking slowly

“What?” Your mouth is dry, too dry in fact 

“I said, I don’t hate you. You just…. Get under my skin really really easily” 

You stand up slowly, and he takes a step forward, his chest almost touching yours. The air is sucked from the small space as his cologne invades your senses. Has he always been so… fit? And his lips? Were they always so full and pink… and downright bitable 

“I’ve never hated you Y/N. Honestly” 

“I don’t hate you either” You mumble distractedly and he looks surprised for a second before smirking 

“You just really really get under my skin” 

He puts his hand on the wall behind you, you roll your eyes and look away from him, but he gently grabs your chin, turning you back toward him 

“Wanna know somethin’?” His eyes flit down to your lips and yours do the same to his. Your eyes meet again and he leans closer, tilting his head 

“I actually think you’re really pretty” You feel his words ghost across your lips before he pulls away a little, kissing your nose instead 

“Y-you wha-what?” 

“I said-“ He kisses your forehead “I think-“ He kisses your right cheek “that you-“ he kisses your left cheek 

“Are really fuckin pretty” 

Eddie is sure he’s lost his damn mind the second he has you up against that wall, your eyes roll back as he kisses your neck and you rip his shirt open. He shrugs it off and starts working on yours next. 

It had just started as an intense make-out session. You grabbed him by the collar and smashed your lips into his, he growled against your mouth and kissed you back just as eagerly, he won that fight for dominance, wrapping his tongue around yours and sliding his hand behind your head so he didn’t kiss you right through the wall. It’s sloppy at first, all tongue and teeth, but then his other hand finds its way to your chest, cupping your breast in his hand and kneading it softly and he knows he needs you right this second when he hears the way you moan his name 

“You’re so hot when you’re mad” he whispers in your ear and you blush “Every single time you got me all worked up… I wondered if you felt the way I did” 

“And how did you feel?” 

You gasp as he bites down on your pulse point, causing your hips to jerk against his. He pulls away to look at you for a second, taking in your body underneath him. He stares at you like you’re a work of art, your heart races in your chest, and your body trembles against his. His hand comes up your bare side, enjoying the way your skin feels under his fingertips 

“Horny as fuck” 

You fumble with his belt buckle, getting it off and letting his pants drop to the ground 

“I’m not going to be gentle” He warns you, pushing your pants down over your hips. He groans frustratedly as you pump his cock in your hand teasingly, smearing the precum over his tip with your thumb. You lift your leg and he holds onto it while you drag his cock through your folds and line it up with your dripping entrance 

“I don’t want you to be” 

The wind is knocked out of you as he sets a bruising pace. He drops your leg spins you around to pin you to the wall, thrusting himself nearly all the way in, before pulling it almost all the way out. His cock pistons in and out of you and he has to slap a hand over your mouth before you shriek his name. Your eyes roll back as you moan into his hand, and he grins wickedly 

“Who knew you’d be such a slut… getting fucked in a supply closet. How easy are you?” 

You shake your head back and forth a bit trying to get him to let your mouth go and he just laughs, lifting your hips to fuck you at a deeper angle. You’re balancing on the toes of your boots as his strong arm wraps around your waist to keep you exactly where he wants you 

“Fuck that’s good” he pants heavily as he pounds into you, the wet slapping noise just makes you clench around him harder 

“So wet for me Princess, whole stations gonna hear what I’m doin' to you. Gonna hear what a dumb slut you are” 

You melt into his arms, the degrading words he uses causing your brain to short-circuit. Because fuck you didn’t know you liked that, but oh boy apparently you do 

“I knew you’d like that. Being fucked like a whore… being called Princess. Maybe that’s why I argued with you so much… because you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you honey? You know how many times I would jerk off to the idea of you on my cock?” 

It’s like he’s reading your mind, which is great because you aren’t even in your own head right now. All you can think about is the way his hips piston in and out of you, the way he stuffs you over and over until you’re sure he’s perfectly imprinted himself in your tight cunt and no one else could ever fill that spot 

“Shit” he slows down for a minute “Holy shit do you feel that?” He takes one of your hands you’re bracing yourself with and puts it over your stomach. You feel the way he stretches into your guts, thrusting torturously slow so you can feel every single inch of him 

“O-oh my g-god” Your thighs shake and you feel your pussy clench tighter around him

“So fucking tiny” He chuckles darkly in your ear, kissing the tip of it “Jesus look at the way you’re gripping me”

“Y-you hav- thing ‘bout s-size d-don’t you?” You can barely speak with the way your body bounces on his, all the little names he’d been calling you these last three months, all the times he’d press himself against you when he was reaching something for you, or when he’d help you from the truck which was completely unnecessary. Oh it made sense now

He fucks you harder, your toes aren’t even on the ground anymore as he drills into you. He takes his shirt and hands it to you and you cry into it, trying to muffle your moans as best you can. He bites your shoulder and kisses along your neck leaving harsh love bites in his path as he tries to keep himself quiet. But you’re too good for him, too tight for him. 

You can feel his thrusts becoming sloppier and you know what’s coming 

“Don’t- ple- please don’t-“ 

He knows what you’re asking him to do and fuck you really don’t have to tell him twice 

He’s just as blissed out as you are, lost in the way you feel as you squeeze around him. He has to slap his hand over your mouth when you cum, your body writhes violently against his as he shoves his cock in you as far as he can and you feel the way he paints your walls with his hot seed. He pins you up against the wall, his cock stuffed balls deep in your aching cunt. He takes one of your hands again, putting it back on the bulge in your stomach 

“You feel that Princess?” His chest heaves against your back as you both pant together and he pulls you flush against him. He takes his hand and places it over yours, stroking it down your soft skin 

“Wanna take you home and keep it there” he kisses the back of your neck and across your shoulders softly before nuzzling his head against you 

“Take me home huh?” You’re fighting to keep your eyes open, he can hear the sleepiness in your voice. He pulls out slowly and your eyes roll back at that distinct little sucking noise 

“Mhm… if you want to” he sounds a little hesitant as he turns you around and pulls you into his arms 

“I want to” You blush and he kisses your nose 

“We done arguing?” 

“Probably not” you giggle and he rolls his eyes and kisses you softly 

“At least I know how to get you to act right” He smirks and you narrow your eyes at him playfully 

“More like I know how to get you to act right” 

“Are you joking? I just wrecked your shit” he scoffs and sets you down carefully, reaching up behind you and grabbing some clean towels to clean you up with 

“Are you joking? I’m the best you’ve ever had” you say in a sickly sweet voice while batting your eyelashes, just messing with him 

He looks up at you, wiping the cum that’s dripping between your legs. He knows you’re just joking… but 

“Can’t argue with that one sweetheart” 

[meo-on-prairie]

Keep it Lowkey

Sukuna x Reader

Prompt: “Be as quiet as you can ‘cause if anyone sees they’ll just blow shit up” - Lowkey by NIKI

Words count: 1.1k

Tags: bodyguard!sukuna x Popstar!reader, fluff, coworkers to lovers (????), just pure indulgence, pure fluff

Rambling: it’s a little fluffy Sukuna fic inspired by “lowkey”-NIKI. Full fantasizing. I’m writing while I still have the time lmao. If i was in this situation, my brain would become mush.

Note to self: get a new bodyguard. You mentally note as you stare at Sukuna, your current bodyguard, in all his glory. You have to fire him. He’s not bad at this job by any means. On the contrary, he’s excellent at his job. With his nearly 7ft build, his… well trained body, and his tattoos, he looks very intimidating. Ever since your team hired him, you have encountered much much less crazy fans, in fact you feel safe enough to post pictures while on vacations instead of having to wait until you’re back at home to post them. But lately, he has been a distraction to your work.

You didn’t pay much attention to Sukuna when your security team first introduced him to you. You were too busy prepping for your performance at a music festival. You just greeted him quickly, thanked him for joining the team, and hurried on stage. Sukuna has been working for you for about 2 years now, and you hate it. You hate it because you’re pinning after your bodyguard. And the smug fucker knows it.

The way he smirks at you when he shields you from the flashing light of cameras. The way his hand casually grazes your back and hip, lingering a little longer than he should but not long enough to be noticeable. The way he leans in a little too close to whisper in your ears about potential danger in a large crowd. This fucker know how his actions make you blushing and knees weak. He knows and he’s teasing you. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Sukuna teases, snapping you out of your train of thoughts.

“Why would I need to take a picture of someone I've been seeing everyday for 2 years? I’m tired of seeing your face.” you reply nonchalantly, redirecting your focus on the notebook in your lap. You’re currently in the artist lounge, alone with Sukuna. The music show won’t start for another 3 hours, but you like to be early. You’re waiting on your makeup artist as you work on writing another song for your album, but it’s looking hopeless ‘cause you have no clue what to write.

“The way you’ve been staring at me says otherwise, Little Star.” Sukuna pressed on with a smirk. 

“Please, do tell, how have I been staring at you?” You said sarcastically. Closing your notebook, you ain’t getting anything done with Sukuna in the same room as you. You get up to pour yourself a glass of wine that the music show provides to its VIP artists. 

“Like you’re mentally undressing me in your head. I’m surprised none of your fans or paparazzi notice it.” He shrugged. Sukuna eyes your form as you pour your wine. You look good enough to devour, he thinks. The sparkly, skimpy outfit leaves little for the imagination.

“Because I’m a professional, Sukuna.” you side-eyes him, sipping on your wine. 

“Oh, so you do undress me with your eyes” Sukuna is full on smirking now. You fucked up. 

As your mind races to find a good response to his remark, you feel a pair of arms snaking around your waist. You look up to see Sukuna towering over you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This isn’t good, your heart is beating too loud, you feel like even he can hear it. Your mind is turning white. You want to run away right this second. You feel like a mouse being trapped under a tiger’s paw.

“Come on, Little Star. You could’ve been more honest with yourself… With me…” His voice dropped to a low volume, you can feel the rumbling of his chest, he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Come on now, what do you want?”

His breath fanned your ears and your brain short circuit. This isn’t good. This is down right dangerous. You can feel your self restraint slipping. “Whatever deity above, whoever you are, give me power.”. Clearly whatever deity above is not on your side because you can’t take your eyes off the way his collarbone look at this angle. Now that he’s leaning down to your height, you are finally able to see the way the muscles on his shoulder flex with his arm on your hip. His tone biceps. And oh god, his chest, they look so incredibly⸻

“Come on, Little Star, tell me.”

You feel his lip nibbling on your ear. You’re done for. 

“Y-y-you. I want you.” you are barely able to choke out. There is no turning back now.

“That’s more like it.” Sukuna breathes out right before he presses his lips against yours. 

You melt into him as soon as your lips make contact with his. Your knees finally give out under you, if not for his hands that were on your waist, you would be on the ground. He holds you up and against his body and you wrap your legs around his torso. His hand moves from your waist to your thigh so he can hold you up better. 

Your hand slides from shoulders to his nape to the back of his head, tugging on his hair as you kiss him back. He kisses you like your lips are the sweetest nectar and he’s a starved man.  Hungrily, ferociously, desperately. His hand glides from your thigh to your ass, slipping under your skimpy stage outfit. If Sukuna could have it his way, he would tear the outfit off of you right then and there. But that could wait till after the music show.

You don’t know how long you were kissing him. It felt like time stopped. The world stopped. There is no one else but him, nothing else but his kiss. So this is what you've been denying yourself of for so long. Sukuna was right, you should’ve been more honest. You hate that he's right.

A knock on the door, snap you both out of the haze. Your makeup artist. You forgot that you were waiting for her. In fact, you forgot you were at a music show and is about to go on stage. The thing this man does to you. He’s dangerous. 

“We’ll continue this later. I’ll let you undress me with your hands this time.” He said with a smirk as blood rushed to your cheeks and ears, tinting them red. 

Sukuna leans down to give you a quick peck on your forehead before turning around to open the door for your makeup artist. 

Maybe you don’t need to fire him after all. You’ll have to keep your relationship a secret though, if you want to keep your fan base. It’s not easy being famous. Fortunately, like you said, you’re a professional.

[wonuwrites]

ok so you know how in korea friend outings & dates usually consist of rounds, like dinner, then drinks, then taking a walk, then coffee, or whatever else? what do you think svt would do on dates early in the relationship? how many rounds (😏) would they go?

Why did i blush at the innuendo and want to do a MTL for it 😭😭😭 LMAO i got you you.

Warnings: Fluffy, humor(?), tbh idk. Not really read over.

p.s I haven't done this in a while so I'm giving song recomendations that I was listening to in case you wanted new music to listen to while working on the parts <3

x song is playing rn if you were curious lol

ღ S Coups: (Song Note: Biebs will always hit, argue with the wall LOL.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds

Seungcheol would want to get to know you pretty well when you first started dating.

Having said that, the best way to get to know someone would be through quality time.

I could see him planning on a "pregame" date at a cafe then going on a walk then getting something to eat, then maybe another walk?

I can see him giving you his full attention and would genuinely like your company.

He wouldn't want to leave your side but he's a gentleman and wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable especially so soon.

He would def play the date by ear.

ღ Jeonghan: (Song Note: yeah idk but I love this song LMAO.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

Jeonghan is a very go with the flow type of guy so I think similar to Seungcheol he would play it by ear as well.

I think he could also be very shy at beginning of the relationship so he doesn't want to mess anything up with you.

I feel like the rounds would be longer though. I feel like others would have "short" rounds which is why they have more but Jeonghan would take his time with you. (get your mind out of the gutters guys. this is a safe for work, work lmaoooo. yes im blushing too.)

He would have a smile on his face throughout the date though and would really enjoy the date.

ღ Joshua: (Song Note: god dammit I fucking love this song. Say what you want about Ravi but this is literally one of the best songs to exist.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

So, since Jisoo is a LA boy aka American *bald eagle screeches in background* I feel like he would do lower rounds because we don't do that really in the states.

However, I also feel like he could do more rounds as well because he's such a gentleman and if you wanted to go for multiple rounds I feel like he's a yes ma'am thank you ma'am kinda dude.

Plus he's extroverted so he'd be so down to be social longer than other members would be.

Honestly, would just be so whipped the whole time. Probably similar to Jeonghan, his rounds would be longer.

Just expect soft eyes staring at you while you are on your date bc <3333

ღ Jun: (Song Note: this song makes me wanna shake my ass.)

# of rounds: 4-5 rounds

Jun would be similar to Jisoo where he would be like "yes ma'am" and would just be along for the ride.

If you wanted to do drinks, dinner, a walk, a drive, etc he would be down to clown

Would want to be with you no matter what you were doing.

He would be super shy super shy tho. hgahaha.

At first I feel like you would be the one to call the shot for first little bit.

He just likes you a lot and would want to be around you a bit longer than other members.

ღ Hoshi: (Song Note: If you hate this song or don't appreciate this song I don't trust you. This song is just so special.)

# of rounds: forever if he could || 5 rounds max

Look, Soonyoung is peak down bad behavior.

Like throughout the relationship but at the beginning, he would want to be with you constantly.

Not necessarily in a clingy or red flag kind of way ofc.

I could see him being like, "oh (Y/N), the night doesn't have to end just yet."

Shoot, he could turn errands into a date.

Like round 2 would be a convenience store run to get snacks to pregame your dinner date.

He just wanted to get to know you better and loved being around you.

He really felt he could be 'Soonyoung' around you and that was great for him.

ღ Wonwoo: (Song Note: this album was peak and this song is so cunty. I absolutely love it.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds

Wonu seems to be a very 'go with flow' kinda guy from what I've gathered.

However I feel like he would be one of the more 'cautious yet curious' members.

I feel like he would be overthinking everything at first regardless if he wanted to or not.

However, I feel like spending time with people is how he learns more about his feelings which is why I ended up saying "3-4 rounds" instead of what I originally thought with "1-2 rounds."

I feel like he would try to make each of the rounds super memorable though.

ღ Woozi: (Song Note: Psy x Taeyang will always be my roman empire omg.)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

idk about yall but I know the Jihoon being a workaholic narrative is everywhere in the svt fanfiction world and it seems pretty predictable at this point.

Which... yes, I'm putting that narrative out again, I'm sorry LMFAO

This is just to say that due to him being a busy bee makes me see him not having many rounds.

Not because he doesn't want to do a lot but just because it's hard to juggle multiple things.

Also prior to nana tour, he is such a homebody. I think he might miss home.

I think the longer you were together, the more rounds there would be ya know?

ღ DK: (Song Note: Woodie GoChild's "pussy hoe" lives in my mind rent free and I love it LMFAOOO.)

# of rounds: 4-5 rounds

Seokmin is similar to Soonyoung because if he could go forever he would because to him you were good company.

Wouldn't matter what you were doing, he would be laughing with you and smiling wide the WHOLE time.

Expect Karaoke to be a round because this man eats CDs and I'm sure he'd vibe with someone who also eats CDs.

If you are trash at singing, he would still think you were like the Bob Ross of singing LMFAO.

He would be your biggest hype man. <3

He just is so head over heels for you maaaaaaaaaan.

ღ Mingyu: (Song Note: B.A.P deserved better. Literally one of their best b-sides <3333.)

# of rounds: 3-4 rounds || sometimes all night lol

I feel like Mingyu would be a mix of Joshua, Soonyoung, and Seokmin? (What a combo)

I feel like even a splash of Seungcheol as well because I can see him playing it by ear as well.

I feel like he would only do 3-4 rounds in general but if neither of you would NOT want the night to end you would add rounds that didn't make sense to others but it made sense to you both.

The date would be so carefree and would be an escape from reality for both of you.

Never an awkward moment tbh.

Once you said goodbye when rounds and date were over, I can see him yapping to either Wonwoo or Seokmin ALL about the date.

He'd be giddy af for like 4 business days.

Oh to be able to go on a date with Kim Mingyu...

ღ Minghao: (Song Note: Sik-K's verse is one of the best verses I've ever heard.)

# of rounds: 2-3 rounds

So when I talked about Minghao here, I said he would be flustered by you.

I stand by that still.

I feel like at beginning he would be so shy but so heart eyes during the rounds.

I feel like at first he would want you to call shots because he wanted you to be comfortable. So if you wanted a few rounds, that would be fine with him.

If you wanted more time, that would be even better because it was with you.

ღ Seungkwan: (Song Note: I just love this song.)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

Seungkwan is a busy bee similarly to Jihoon.

I feel like he would want to do more rounds but at the beginning he would be in his head a lot and either prioritize his career or you more

I think his overthinking might be why there are less rounds at the beginning

However as time goes on, there would be more rounds.

Especially when he get more comfortable with you <3

(sorry his is so short. I will come back to it later because idk how else to explain it.)

ღ Vernon: (Song Note: this song is mother idc)

# of rounds: 1-2 rounds

I feel like Hansol would have less rounds but the frequency of 'dates' would be more often if that makes sense.

Every night could be date night if you were brave enough.

He would be all smiles while you were on your dates.

He would want to get to know you more hence the frequency of dates but also he wouldn't want to scare you away by having you for multiple rounds. At least not yet

He would gain energy back from these dates and he just loved the fact that you agreed to go on dates with him.

ღ Dino: (Song Note: I don't need to explain myself to anyone.)

# of rounds: 5 rounds

Lee Chan is down bad. (not crying at the gym tho. the girls that get it get it.)

He would want to be with you as long as he could so the more rounds the better.

I can see our precious maknae being similar to Mingyu, Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Joshua. again what a combo.

He would be laughing and smiling throughout the date and would do everything to make sure you are also having a good time.

He would look forward to these dates. He'd yap to his members about it too and they would tease him for it hahaha.

It would be cute as shit. <3

[moodymisty]

If I held konrad and pet his head and maybe ran my fingers through his hair then.. well it wouldn’t fix him but it might calm him down for a little while.

Also on a similar note may I request a konrad x reader?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: eepy Konrad, coming right up.

Relationships: Konrad Curze/GN!Reader

Warnings: It’s Konrad Curze, Toxic ‘relationship’, Fear and vague illusions to abuse/threats of violence, I mean you're with Konrad like what did you expect lmao

The sudden sounds of heavy footstep and doors closing jolts you up out of sleep, and you rub your eyes just enough to see Konrad entering the dark room.

He was in another fight, you can instantly tell.

The clothes that Fulgrim had gifted him are disheveled and torn. Blood is dried in the corners of his mouth; His hair is even messier than it usually is. He walks with an awkward gait.

You wonder who it was with this time, as many of the Primarchs have been quite obvious in their unending hatred for him. You can more than understand why, though he doesn't hate them, oddly enough. But their punches do little more than fulfill his own martyring prophesy. Most of them look at him with little more than seething hatred, and you with pity.

“Konrad?”

You whisper hoarsely, still rough from sleep.

He approaches in the near pitch black room, rounding the massive bed. You hear his bare feet on the cold floor, his harsh and ragged breaths.

These moments are some of many that frighten you the most; With Konrad, they could go either way; You have no clue if he’ll snap, and in which way. Sometimes he'll wilt, other times he'll want to make you bleed so he'll forget his own suffering.

The massive bed meant for a man of his size still creaks with effort as he shifts his weight, and flops onto it. In the faint light, it's obvious the blood from his face staining the pillow, and the cuts on his body smearing onto the blankets and your clothes. You can also see him staring off into nothing, lost in thought. He shifts his jaw, and swallows what you presume to be a mix of spit and blood.

Laying on your side you shift upward slightly, leaning on your left elbow. Konrad has no response to your shift in movement.

Some of his hair is stuck to his face, either from blood or sweat, and you take your hand and gently rake it away from his forehead. Your finger glide along through his hair, and you feel his heavy arm pull off the bed and lay over your side, hand laying limp behind your back and holding you down.

You do the same motion again, and again, but you don’t say anything. You won’t risk it. Your hand brushes along his forehead, through his hair, and you can see his eyes shift behind his closed lids.

It’s after what feels like hours does he finally seem to be asleep, and you pull your hand away after tucking a chunk of hair behind his ear. You feel safe enough to sleep again now that he’s lulled, no longer teetering so close to the edge. Both a danger to you and himself. Whatever happened can be dealt with in the morning, or swiftly forgotten among the myriad of other times he's fought with his fellow primarchs.

Shifting off of your elbow to lay back down his arm follows you, still laying over your midsection. It dwarfs your smaller body, covered in a myriad of scars. You're glad he's more comfortable now, but a deeper part of you knows his comfort comes at the expense of your own. Perhaps that's why the other Primarchs pity you so.

You're one of the only things keeping Konrad's feet on the ground, but how much longer can you last?

It only takes moment for you to fall back asleep however, hearing the rare sound of Konrad softly breathing.

[finniestoncrane]

Wearing In

General!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 750 ok so technically this is sort of unnamed goon x reader, but rest assured eddie is sitting on a little seat watching and orchestrating everything 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: cuckoldery kinda, free use a little bit, sexual instruction, it's hard to describe this lmao

Your partner was nameless of course. They all were these days. The staff turnover within the ranks of The Riddler's henchmen was far worse than any other gang or faction in Gotham. As far as notorious criminals went, he was by far the worst when it came to any semblance of humanity. His workers were merely tools to be used. No loyalty needed, because under threat of an elaborate death, they tended to do exactly as he told them to do. And his extensive banks of knowledge meant everyone they knew and loved were at risk alongside them, should they disappoint him.

Edward Nygma even found it beneath him to have to call out "you there" to whatever poor minion was closest to him. The notion of learning the names of the ill-fated fools on his roster, then, was a ridiculous one. Why should have have to learn something as useless as that when they didn't even come trained half the time.

Training. The bane of his existence. You expected that was why he wasn't wasting any of his own energy on training you. Not when he could command someone else to do the physical part himself, while he barked orders from a seat across from you. Legs crossed, fingers drumming slowly against his knee.

It really could have been any one of them, any number of goons who happened to be walking by him when he decided it was time to wear you in. This man in particular had just happened to be lucky, or unlucky, depending on how any of the parties involved were objectively looking at the situation they found themselves in. You considered yourself the latter, given that Edward had somehow managed to choose one of his larger men to train you up.

As you hissed in pain, pressing your eyes shut tight and staring to the ground, he hesitated a moment. Pulling his cock out of your stretched and sensitive cunt, you let out a small sigh of relief. This seemed to irritate Edward, as he caught your chin with the rounded edge of his cane. He pushed it up, letting your eyes find him as he returned the intense stare past his domino mask.

"Keep your head up, please. As much as I hate to admit it, any hint of pleasure during this exercise may bruise my ego, so I want to be sure you're not enjoying yourself."

As your eyes began to drive instinctively down, trying to avoid his intense gaze, he tapped your chin, a dull pain appearing and quickly dissipating, but enough to have you focused on him.

"He's here to break you in. To make sure you know what's to be expected from you. The pleasure, I assure you, will come much later. When you're finally good enough, practised enough, for me to bother with you."

Edward nodded towards the goon, who eased the head of his cock between your plump, swollen lips, your body tensing as he filled you up once more. Fingers scratching at the floor you knelt on, mouth opening in a silent scream as Edward pulled his cane back and continued to speak.

"I don't need something shiny and new. Something pretty and untouched. I need tried and tested. Provable. Worthy."

How much longer did you have to last though? You could feel, with the exertion, the embarrassment, the feeling of your partner's thick, large cock hitting your cervix as he made you fit around him. Surely now, you were suitably worn in?

"I need to know that I won't be wasting my time with something that isn't good enough for me. Do you think you're good enough for me yet?"

He didn't let you answer, interrupting whatever word you were about to say.

"Np, you're not. You're barely good enough for him, whatever his name is. So. Stay on your arms and legs and let him stretch you out and warm you up while I watch and make sure you're responding the right way."

Your eyes remained open, even past the intense heat in your stomach, the slight clouding of your vision as you prepared to hold back the climax that was about to wash over you.

"Maybe then, you'll get your reward."

He palmed himself, the tent at the front of his pants visible even from where you were, as you resigned yourself to yet more pounding at his command.

[thespiritofstars]

Married Lawlight Headcanons:

Pet Names:

Light: calls L 'dear'. 'Sweetie' if he's being passive aggressive.

L: calls Light 'honey'. 'My love' if he's in a good mood.

Cooking:

Light: learns it quickly. Makes great meals. He always wears an apron because he hates stains.

L: has never touched a frying pan in his life. He can't boil an egg (that's a joke. or is it? hehe). Probably could make something if he wanted to but the quality would be questionable.

Eating:

Light: eats like a prince. Even when he's alone. Excellent table manners.

L: eats like a gremlin. Practically shoves food into his mouth. Sometimes makes slurping noises just to mess with Light. It always works. If he's drinking tea and he hears something surprising/shocking, then he will spit it out. Light forces him to clean it up.

Sleeping:

Light: sleeps peacefully. Heavy sleeper.

L: suffers from insomnia (that's already canon). Light sleeper. Probably talks in his sleep. If Light is ever awake while L's napping, he gets startled by his mumbling. It creeps him out. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to it. He also kicks (capoeira!). Light isn't too bothered by it though, because he loves him very much (aww). Although he might push L off of the bed if he's in a bad mood and can't put up with that shit (don't worry, the floor is carpeted! or has a carpet, you choose. I hate carpeted floors tbh. I'm a carpet lover haha).

Kinks:

Light: wants L to worship his body, definitely (I AM YOUR GOD). Praise kink? I don't think so. He already knows he's perfect (his words not mine). Hand fetish? Yeah, why not. He loves watching L bite his own nails and fingers. Has to look away so he doesn't get a boner (LMAO). He likes choking L (hello, Kira).

L: foot fetish (I'm sorry but the foot scene lives rent free in my head. It's also a tag on ao3: L has a foot fetish. So, yeah. HE CANONICALLY KNOWS HOW TO MASSAGE FEET. DID WATARI TEACH HIM?? Maybe he did it to alleviate the pain on L's feet caused by the way he sits and L learned it that way). He will drop whatever he's doing to give Light a foot massage if he asks for it. Voyeurism perhaps (he stares a LOT). Knows how to use his tongue (I'm looking at you cherry stems tied in a knot) so he's amazing at giving blow jobs. Maybe biting? He bites a lot of things so idk. I think he would bite Light at least once. Just to see how he would react lol. Scent kink (Light smells great. Of course he does) steals some of Light's clothes just to sniff them. Light finds it endearing and reasonable (he knows he smells good. L taking his clothes only serves to stroke his already over-inflated ego). Likes being tied up (he handcuffed himself to Light for 100 DAYS. Kinky). So I think he'd be into handcuffs and Japanese rope bondage. Canon states that he takes on difficult cases to prolong the time he spends solving them. Because this way he's keeping himself entertained for longer. You know what that means. ORGASM DELAY/DENIAL! Don't know if he does it to Light but he certainly likes it when Light does it to him. Dacryphilia because he likes seeing Light vulnerable. You bet he licks those tears, baby! (definitely has a mug that says YOUR TEARS. In Cloister Black of course).

Sickness:

Light: tries to avoid L. Fails spectacularly. They always end up making out (if he isn't vomiting and stuff). L gets sick afterwards. Light nurses him back to health (has to gently coerce him to take medicine he doesn't like because it's too bitter, or eat food that isn't sweet). Sees it as a mild inconvenience.

L: doesn't avoid Light. Is grumpy, which makes him more sarcastic than usual. Overdramatic. Thinks he's dying. Being sick makes it almost impossible for him to sleep, which in turn makes him even grumpier. Wants to cuddle with Light but Light evades him very skillfully (rightfully so).

Bickering:

Light: will try to come out on top. Not looking for a middle ground (Thought process: I can't be wrong. I'm perfect!). Acts smug when he wins.

L: tries to de-escalate. Doesn't like bickering with Light. Feels bad every time they do. Doesn't care about winning, just wants the fight to end.

Cleanliness:

Light: neat-freak. He vacuums the house every day (no dust in his house, no sir).

L: clean but not as obsessed as Light. It's good that he always has his feet on whatever surface he's sitting, this way he doesn't have to lift them when Light is vacuuming or mopping the floor (isn't that great).

Bathing:

Light: in standard Japanese fashion, he bathes every day. Likes bath bombs (especially red ones, THE BLOOD OF HIS VICTIMS, YEAHHH! Maybe blue and black too because they remind him of L).

L: bathes daily too. They usually bathe together, unless one of them is sick or angry. Likes bubbles. Maybe he has a rubber duck (it would be cute).

Makeup:

Light: wears red (L's favorite color because he likes strawberries. My mental gymnastics are top notch, aren't they?) lipstick whenever he feels like it. When that happens, L always ends up having lipstick on his clothes and face.

L: uses nail polish from time to time (shown in Death Note 13: How to Read. Yeah, I know it's a joke but now it's a headcanon woohoo!). Very good at three-dimensional nail art (look at the comic panel, DAMN L. WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?).

Things they like about each other:

Light: L's laugh. Will crack jokes endlessly just to hear him laugh. It makes him feel amazing. He doesn't know why. Was completely awestruck the first time he heard it.

L: Light's reactions. Seeing his face change expressions is entertainment for him. He will constantly try out/say new things even without meaning them, just to see how Light will react.

Things they don't like about each other:

Light: L disagreeing with him (Why can't you see that I'm right?).

L: Light's stubbornness (poor guy can't catch a break). It exasperates him.

Anniversaries/Birthdays:

Light: never forgets them. Always gets something for L. Either a present or himself wearing something naughty, or both (he canonically wears a corset at some point in order to carry the note, so, my headcanon is that he buys a few corsets once he marries L. He loves wowing him, feels a sense of accomplishment every time he does. He wears other things too, but corsets are his go-to. L has a thing for them, they look restrictive and he likes restraints so...).

L: has memory problems due to insomnia. Has to mark down a lot of things so he doesn't forget. Sometimes he ends up forgetting anyway. Light forgives him (because that's what good husbands do). Whether he forgets or not isn't of any consequence however, because either way, he will buy Light the best thing money can buy. The gifts are so extravagant that Light feels guilty. He tries not to show it, but L (being L, the world's greatest detective) can see right through him. L does everything he can to lessen his guilt. By showing him a lot of physical affection (all kinds of kisses, hugs, handholding, having him sit on his lap, caressing his hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ear).

[procuder]

Let's see some of what they have sacrificed (a whole chapter lol I'm almost crying no I'm crying so hard rn I won't shut up about it) for that 'I want to be his friend' (my ass) scene! (I'm only choosing my favorite)

So, only after both of og lloyd and suho were on the train, before og lloyd got reincarnated btw ☺️ so we will see. What we were robbed just for half of chapter.

"Seriously? Are you still sulking?" Lloyd lifted his brow. "..." "What? Why? What? Don't look at me like that. Speak." "..." Ghost frontera didn't speak. But its gaze at Lloyd was distinctly different from a while ago. There wasn't anger, resentment, frustration, or any of the negative emotions that played across its eyes as it blewoff steam at Lloyd. The corners of Lloyd's lips rose slightly. "Hey, you're grateful but embarrassed for getting angry at me earlier, right?" "..." "I can see you flinching in guilt." "Oh, tsk... Come on." "If you're thankful, just say it. Don't curse me out."

And what's more funny is how suho cares for og lloyd lmao this is the proof that shows us how good person he is. And. You know. Yeah I'd rather not talking about how they portray his character out like that I cannot shut up.

"Hey, tell me if you feel motion sick." "Why?" "I'll remove the trap. That way, you can stick your head out and vomit." "I might as well just kick you out of the trap," growled Ghost Frontera. "Did you forget already how i beat you up after you tried to do that?" "No, I didn't, bastard," huffed Ghost Frontera. "Then let's just go reincarnate like a good boy. Anyway, how do you feel? What does it feel like to be the passenger of this monumental train?" "Well, nothing much." Ghost Frontera roughly scratched its jaw. "I want to get a drink. It's been a while."

Man...the more I write, the more sad I become when these good things are replaced with something. I don't know, you thought it was boring so you changed it? Even if it's just an unnecessary conversation but you know what? That allows readers to get to know the characters more. Get to know the character's attitude more. And can also relate more to that character...but...sigh. just. Sigh.

So I'm going to share my views on og lloyd right here. Tbh, he's a trash. Yes, he's inherently bad. And some people are just that bad no matter how good their family is. But if you try to analyze it through lloyd's pov on his home and his family. It's another kind. He finds his place boring and he is always dissatisfied with it. But with the little information we've gotten about what he was like when he was very young, and things he's noticed, even he considers them very boring. Of course, even though this bitch is a trash lol I never forgive him for what he had done (like-hate relationship for me and him lol)

Okay so. Hear me out. He did care for his family (*ahem* JAVIER EXCLUDED!!!!) but instead of changing himself he chose to let it be....yeah ykwim🤷‍♂️ As I've said before, he cares about his family and he knows he shouldn't have done that in the first place. But he was not the one to even say it because he thought he would do it in his next life. What makes you think that he'll do whatever tf he does in the webcomic? Lmao let me grab your collar and have some private discussion!!!

"You're heartless bastard. Don't you miss your family back there?" "No. My parents all passed away." Ghost Frontera paused for second before saying, "They say your family is always with you as long as they're in your heart. Cheer up, scumbag." "What are you saying?" Lloyd frowned with a smile. "Forget it. What about my parents? Are they well?" "Of course. They are as healthy as a horse." "Really?" "Yeah." Lloyd stared at Frontera. Then he continued in honesty, "Come to think of it, I'm relaying this news late. The Frontera family is no longer a barony." "What? What do you mean?" "It's county now." "Whaaat?" Ghost Frontera's eyes windened. "Surprising, right? I'm surprised too. Anyway, the count has resumed his hobby recently too." "Wood carving?" "Uh-huh. There are a bunch of wooden sculptures in the study already." "Then what about Mother's garden?" "It's still there. Oh, it has doubled in size. But I'm slightly worried about the count's back and knees." "What's up with that old man's back and knees?" "He's helping out with the gardening. He insists on crouching and giving a hand when he's not used to the work." "Tsk. I guess the man is still senseless as always." "Aren't you going to ask about Julian?" "Don't have to. He's a smart kid, so I'm sure he's doing well on his own."

And ;) they replaced these precious conversation with that. Changed long ass heartwarming conversation into 3 speech bubbles just to sped up the story and ooc'd literally every characters. I'm so okay sir. I'm completely okay.

This is just a part of chapter 243 you know TT you know how much we were robbed right? I am okay right now. It's not like I'm going to talk about how they manage to portray my king hellkaros like that too. Yeah I'm to tally okay with it!

Anyway, it's true that og lloyd cares about his family but, dumbass. he hated javier so much you know lee hyunmin-nim you already have read ch 408 how the hell did you manage to understand that 'wow this guy is actually a good person maybe he even wanted to be friends with javier too!' How????????????? He cared for his family, yes. And javier was there too? No. He's scumbag? Obviously. So he's a good person? NO DUMBASS. LOOK WHAT HE HAVE DONE TO EVERYONE AND TELL ME HOW.

Or are you just not good at writing complex characters? lol Not even mentioning what he was reincarnated as...

Qidjwkwiduiqoq I'm ; ;;; arugh. qidjqkqodk okay sir. well done.

I'll draw og lloyd and suho conversation soon ^^ watch me draw what it supposed to be soon! Watch me!!!!!!!

Also, how the hell again did you think he cared for his estate may i ask some simple question.

[gracesimp]

hi! honestly, my first post and despite having tumblr for a while, I have no idea how to use it! xD

This is just something that's been on my mind. I haven't written in AGES, so it might feel awkward and unnatural and for that I apologise! Do I need to say anything else? I'm trying to think and mimic what I've seen but I'm useless at this lmao.

Happy reading? 😭

The other woman.

tenth doctor x reader.

"I love you."

The words flew into the air and floated for a few seconds, the weight from my shoulders disappearing completely. The three little words i had kept hidden for so long were now out in the open. I had never felt so secure yet so vulnerable in my life. Being chased by outerspace creatures would be more preferable to being stuck in the console room with a thick tension of regret and rejection growing in the air. But still, I felt free.

I looked up. Only because I knew I'd have to at some point. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his lips were downturned. His mind was racing; trying to think of soft ways to let me down.

I honestly didn't mind. I knew. I've always known.

I watch as his lips open and close repeatedly and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear in a nervous gesture. When his eyes reach mine, I can't stop the smile growing on my lips as they soften. He returns the smile, sad, but could still pass as genuine. My legs move before my mind does, and I take a step forwards.

I used to watch his mouth a lot. That probably sounds weird but I just feel that everything about him is perfect. But his lips were art. The greatest of artists took their time to design those lips. So plump. So light. So pink. So pretty and perfectly sculptured for someone else's lips to mould together with them.

Just not mine.

Cutting him off as he makes an attempt to speak for the umpteenth time, I see his hand rested absently on the console and place mine delicately upon his.

"No, please. don't speak - whatever you're about to say I know. I really do. It's okay," I say. And it is.

After hearing my words, understanding roams his eyes. He looks down again, possibly in guilt, but he has no reason to feel that way. None at all.

"I'm not saying this to make you feel bad. I'm not even saying this because I want you to respond. Or that I want to give you a choice. Please, don't think that's why I'm doing this."

For no longer I can hold in the tears and a lone drop travels down my blushed cheek, smudging my mascara.

"I know you love Rose. and I'm so happy for you - really, I am." Everything I say is the truth. I love him and I love Rose. and I cannot think of two people more deserving of each other. I just hate that I spend my nights thinking about what would've happened if I had met the doctor first. if I had been skinner. If I had been prettier.

Would I ever had stood a chance? Even if Rose wasn't in the picture? And I curse myself every chance I get for my toxic mentality, though I can't seem to shake these thoughts that torture me.

"y/n-" he tries.

"No, please. I fear if I don't say this now I won't get the chance to ever say it again. And it needs to be said. For me to get closure. For me to be happy. Please." I beg. I actually beg. There's a whine that can be heard in my voice, making me feel weak. Never had I felt so embarrassed.

But if not now..

He nods, accepting my request of proclaiming my unrequited love. And I'm grateful.

"Before now, I had never been in love before. I had never felt love, for all its pain and comfort. But Doctor, I am so in love with you. And that's never going to change." I sniffle. "I just wanted you to know this now."

His hand reaches forward and cups my cheek. His palm feels warm on my face but I'm sure my heated cheek is a contributing factor. His eyes search mine as he just stares at me for a few seconds. I have absolutely no idea what he's thinking. Maybe that's for the best.

Almost hesitantly, his thumb slowly wipes under my eye with so little pressure I could mistake is for a stray hair. Then, he steps back and blows out a breath of air.

"Okay," he begins, face conflicted but understanding. "Right. you don't want me to talk about it?" I nod in confirmation. "Okay.. just one question. why are you telling me this now?"

I smile, so obviously sad before looking down at my shoes.

"Because I think this is the last time I'll have the opportunity."

[kusagrasskusa]

Quan Chi X Reader Imagine

I'm coming out with a way bigger version of this soon btw :)

Disturbing themes. Sorta... almost rapey, but there's no NSFW or rape lmao

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Whether Y/N was fully biologically human daughter to Shang Tsung, or a mix like Mileena, or half human half something else, or even adopted- it didn't matter. She was the daughter of Shang Tsung. And Quan Chi hated Shang Tsung.

Even the idea of some deadly alliance between them, their bloodlust against Raiden and other Earthrealmers, or whatever else was never enough to keep their fueds from raging. They hated each other's position under Shao Kahn. Shang Tsung always, despite being a mire human, bested Quan Chi in the Kahn's eyes.

And Quan Chi wanted to ensure he would become the new higher up. All it took was to break down his greatest foe.

And what else did his greatest foe love more than his own daughter? That girl- so lushful, gracious, and beautiful. No matter what she was- human or not- Shang Tsung would raise her to be the lovely hanfu of his time in China. Oh, how long ago it felt; and yet, he had perfectly replicated the gorgeous femininity of the women of his time.

He gave her free choice iver what she did. She learned magic, telekinesis and teleportation, however if she wanted to learn to fight or absorb souls was her own wish. She was only 20 at the time and she needed more time to discover what she really wanted. Live a life like her father (under constant threat of death under Shao Kahn and the Elder Gods) or a life of a delicate hanfu.

Let's just say, she couldn't hurt a fly. And as uncharacteristic as it was, Shang Tsung loved her purity.

And what more does a demon love than purity that slowly becomes...

corrupt.

-

"Stop it, you demon fool, I am the daughter o-of Shang! My father w-will!-"

"Your father isn't here now, is he?"

"S-Stop it! Stop!"

-

Tied up and bonded wasn't the worst of her fear. Why, her father kept her safe all these years that she didn't even know what she was encountering. Demons? What even were they outside of those books she read? How could she escape?

But the worst of her fear wasn't the unknown. It was him. That demon, looming iver her with a disgusting grin. She breathed out heavily, bare and shaking, as she looked up at him fear in her eyes.

"Your father can no longer aid you, Y/N. He is finished," he spoke in his clear, bold voice. He walked forward, resting his finger under her chin to stare at her deep into her eyes.

"What... what do you mean?" She whispered back, almost inaudibly.

"Shang Tsung, albeit powerful, was incapable of saving you. When you were unconscious, he had tried and failed. Your father, Shang Y/N, is dead."

Fear plunged into her heart. Her eyes widened.

Yet, somehow, a part of her naive heart refused to believe it. Perhaps that part was true. Perhaps it was just that Shao Kahn would forbid Shang Tsung from fighting Quan Chi. And Shao Kahn had no knowledge of his daughter, for Shang Tsung didn't want him to enslave her. How could he tell the Kahn now? What punishment would come from such?

And it broke the notorios sorcerer down. He knew the demon did it. He knew the demon was manipulating his poor daughter's mind and soul. He knew he should have taught her to fight- to use magic- to protect herself!

...

He at least got to see her again.

Tormented and... "trained"... by Quan Chi for years after disappearing. How cold the sorcerer became afterwards was evident. Quan Chi could see he broke down the sorcerer. And not only did he win the favor of Shao Kahn, but he won a wife. Quan Y/N.

And when the demon brought his wife to a party thrown by the Kahn, Shang Tsung could see what happened to his beloved daughter. Her eyes dark with misery, face dull without a single emotion behind it, lip busted from what would most likely be physical abuse.

... But, under Shao Kahn, what could he do? He couldn't save her. The Kahn would side with Quan Chi. The Kahn would kill Shang Tsung for not only hiding a daughter, lying about not having one, and causing problems regarding Quan Chi.

And likely, his daughter would die as a result.

Why couldn't the God's punishment him instead of his innocent daughter?

[blog-name-idk]

Mold a Pretty Lie | 04

Banner by @persphonesorchid <3

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4,358

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Kissing, non-consensual kissing/assault, sneaker destruction

AN: A huge thanks to @eserethriddle for beta-ing this chapter for me. Also check their fics out, they're amazing. Hope y'all enjoy!

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In the weeks that followed, there were no more incidents where you nodded off in Dr. Kim's class. You made sure of it. Your professor didn't mention it again, other than leaving a blue Powerade on your desk the next time you met him to work on your research project. It was objectively the best flavor, and you did your best not to read too much into his thoughtfulness.

However, your best wasn't good enough, and each one of his smiles and silly jokes added another bud to the flowers blooming in your chest.

You craved when he'd lean in close enough for your imagination to go wild, the way he would rest a distracting hand on your shoulder when he reviewed your work, the sparkle in his eyes when he was pleased. You didn't go chasing after more contact than that, but you did find yourself lingering longer than your allotted hours, chatting to your energetic professor about this or that.

At first you had been reticent, wary of taking up too much of his time, or god forbid, coming across like some of the students who stalked his office hours. But he was often the one to engage you, to ask about how your semester was going outside of his class. It was hard to believe he cared, but his face lit up in genuine interest when you spoke, and it was hard not to bask in the warm glow of his approval.

Why were you such an idiot? You were smitten, daydreaming about a man there was no hope of ever attaining. You knew it was a waste of time to keep pining after him the way you were, but how exactly could you prevent your stomach from flipping upside down with each smile?

You

Help

Phoebe

What's wrong, my pretty tulip?

You winced at the nickname, a joke at your expense Phoebe had "hilariously" come up with in high school. Because you were a virgin in both sets of lips. It was fucking weird and gross and she never let it go despite the fact that you hated it.

You

I have a stupid crush on someone I have objectively zero chance with

Phoebe

Oh????

Pix!!!

You

Lol

Yeah, no

Phoebe

Name!!!

You

Yeah, no

You were NOT going to open yourself to ridicule from your best friend by admitting you had enough of a crush on a professor for it to be a problem. That was just asking for her to make fun of you. If she kept pressing, you'd send her a picture of Jimin or Taehyung or something, but not if you could avoid it.

Phoebe

You're so boring

This is why it's unrequited

You

Omg rude

Phoebe

Lol you know I'm joking

Well you know what they say

You

If you say "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" I'm blocking you for being cliche as fuck

Phoebe

It's a cliche for a reason babe

It's not like you're in love with the guy right?

You just need a distraction that'll help redirect your thinking

Just start flirting with a new cutie, works for me every time

You

I guess that makes sense…

Wouldn't that be like, kinda rude to the other person though?

Phoebe

I said flirt not propose to lmao

And not just a rando, someone you actually could like

How are you of all people trying to question me, hmm little tulip?

You

Ugh yeah yeah fine whatever

… Thank you for the advice

Phoebe

Anytime

Miss you babe <3

You

Miss you too <3

You stared at your phone for a moment, lost in thought as you considered your friend's words. You could kind of see where she was coming from - you were probably just infatuated with your professor because you saw and interacted with him multiple times a week, and your wishful brain mistook his kindness for some sort of preference. Dr. Kim was so wonderful that it was just normal human nature for you to become enamored - maybe if you reframed your mindset and let yourself get swept up with someone else, your silly crush would fade.

"Sierra?" you asked one weekend, wondering if you had soured her desire to party with you. She hadn't tried to cajole you out since that not-so-fateful night, and you never asked why in the fear that you would hear that she now hated you. Your roommate perked up and looked at you from her bed, where she was laying on her back and scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Haven't decided yet, what's up?" she replied curiously. She didn't look apprehensive at your question, so that was probably a good sign.

"I just - I thought it might be fun to go out or something…" you said tentatively, studying her face for any flashes of annoyance. Instead, her eyes lit up.

"Really?" Sierra asked excitedly, sitting upright on her mattress. "I didn't put you off partying with me?"

"Really, I - wait what do you mean? I blacked out and spent half the night throwing up."

Her words made no sense, why would you not want to hang out with her anymore? Instead of rolling her eyes and agreeing with your assessment the way Phoebe might have, she laughed.

"I guess that means you don't remember when I tried to hug you and then threw up on your shoes instead."

"I thought that was my vomit," you exclaimed. "And I thought you were annoyed with me, and that's why we never went out again."

"I thought you didn't want to hang out with me!"

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"We're idiots," she said through giggles, looking just as relieved as you felt. "Alright, let's party tonight! Maybe minus the puking."

You laughed at her addendum, nodding in agreement. "I can work with that."

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You weren't exactly sure how you had ended up here, shut in a bedroom with Sierra and a group of other strangers. The two of you were on the far side of tipsy, but nowhere near as drunk as you had been the last time. And now you were staring at the bottle some guy - Chad? Brad? - was holding up.

"Spin the bottle? Seriously?" scoffed Sierra, crossing her arms. You were inclined to agree - sure, people were inclined to play horny drinking games, but you didn't think anyone played spin the bottle specifically out of middle school, or bad teenage sitcoms. At least with Truth or Dare or Never Have I Ever, you sort of learned about the people around you.

Plus you could definitely say that you weren't particularly interested in locking lips with anyone in this room.

"Yeah, it was nice to meet you all but I think I'm gonna go back to the party," you said as diplomatically as you could.

"What, too much of a prude?" ChadBrad asked with a smirk, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. He was attractive, sure, but arrogance clung to his shoulders like a bad smell and you were not into it.

"No, I just have standards," you retorted loftily, getting up from the floor and heading to the door. "I'm seeing too many frogs, and not enough princes."

Sierra laughed gleefully at ChadBrad's startled expression and followed you.

"Sorry buddy, no amount of Smirnoff Ice in your mini-fridge is gonna get either of us to hook up with you," she added, and the guy scowled as the others in the room began to snicker.

The closing door cut off the sound and the two of you giggled as you walked back to the main party.

"Dang girl, I thought you were this meek little mouse, but that was hilarious," Sierra said with a grin, making you laugh. You were so caught up in talking to your friend that you forgot to watch where you were going, and ended up colliding with a warm, solid body. The warmth was offset by a cold trickle down your shirt and you jumped back, realizing you had made whoever it was spill their drink.

"I'm so sorry, I - Tae?"

Your friend stood before you, eyes wide, hair tousled, wearing a loose white button-up that made him look like a medieval farmhand a heroine would run away with.

"[Y/n]?" he asked, surprise etched on his face as his eyes roved down your figure. Sierra had convinced you to wear another crop top, and you fought the urge to cover your stomach as his gaze fell on your bare skin.

"Now here's a prince," Sierra whispered in your ear, making heat rise up your neck as you realized what she was getting at. "Hey Tae. I'm gonna get a drink, you need a new one?"

He jumped as if surprised she was there, and she snorted as if unsurprised.

"That would be great, thanks Sierra."

She nudged you as she left.

"Get it, girl," she whispered in your ear wickedly, making you cough and splutter before she slapped your ass and left, cackling. God, your roommate was a menace.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Taehyung said with a smile, and you had to smile back, a little hypnotized by the stars in his eyes. He really was beautiful.

"I thought it was time to give partying another shot," you replied sheepishly, still a little embarrassed by how your previous night out had ended.

"I'm glad," he said softly, something in his eyes making your stomach flutter. "Sorry for spilling on you."

You had actually forgotten, but now that he brought it up you were all too aware of the stain on your shirt and the stickiness of beer on your skin.

"It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you assured him.

"Let me help you get cleaned up at least," he offered, grabbing your hand before you could protest and setting off to find a bathroom. Your fingers slotted perfectly into his, and he tugged you easily through the crowd. Phoebe's advice rang clear in your mind, but you silenced it as you followed. You were certainly attracted to Taehyung, but he was way out of your league… right?

He found a bathroom and ushered you inside, shutting the door behind him. It dulled the sound of merrymaking outside, and the sudden intimacy brought another slew of jittery panic into your chest. One that was clearly only one sided as Taehyung glanced around before finding a roll of paper towels.

He ripped off a sheet, running it under the faucet before handing it to you.

"Unless you want my help," he said with a wink, waggling his eyebrows. You laughed and slapped his shoulder before accepting his offering, too intent on cleaning yourself to notice the way his eyes watched you hungrily. You dabbed at the shirt as well, before deciding it was a lost cause and that the beer would probably come out in the wash.

"Thanks, Tae," you said with a smile, tossing the crumpled cloth in the trash and looking up to suddenly find him right in front of you. He was close enough that you had to look up to meet his eyes, and you stepped backwards with a surprised "eep" when your back hit the sink counter.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked intently, not moving from where he was standing. You were suddenly all too aware of your exposed skin, of how gorgeous he looked, of how his dark, mesmerizing eyes were locked on your own.

"N-not very much, we just got here a little while ago," you stammered, staring back at him as your pulse sped up. His lips curved into a devastating smirk and he stepped forward, closing the scant distance between your bodies.

"Good, then I can finally do this," he murmured, one warm, gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek as you felt your eyes go as wide as saucers. Then he was leaning in, and those plush lips of his were coming closer, and closer.

They were warm and soft, and you felt your eyelashes flutter shut as you leaned into the feeling. He backed away almost immediately, and your stomach dropped. Was he disappointed? Were you a bad kisser? But it had only lasted a couple seconds, were people really able to tell that quickly?

"Was that okay?" he whispered, cutting through your panic. He was gazing at you with an uncertainty that mirrored your own, and your heart sang with the realization that he was nervous. You felt your own lips twitch into a smile and you nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Yeah," you whispered, standing up on your tippy-toes and tilting your face up in an open invitation.

This time, the kiss was less tentative, and Taehyung's free arm snaked around your waist to pull you snugly into him. You gasped at the press of his warm, warm body against yours, and he took the opportunity to pull your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly. Oh. That was… very pleasant.

"You're so pretty," Taehyung murmured, pulling away. You almost asked why he stopped, until his lips dragged across your jaw to press light, fluttery kisses against your skin that left hot embers in their wake. The new sensation made you whimper, and he froze as his grip on your waist tightened. Fuck, were you not supposed to do that? It was getting hard to think straight when he was holding you so close, whispering sweet words in your ear.

Then he latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck and he sucked, sending white hot shudders down your spine. A moan left your mouth before you could stop it, and Taehyung groaned before capturing your mouth again.

He took advantage of your parted lips to glide his tongue against yours, and another mortifying sound escaped your throat at the sensation. It was wet, hot, and slimy, and should have felt gross, but instead you found yourself clinging to his shirt as your legs turned to jelly.

"Fuck, you sound so good," Taehyung groaned, shifting from your mouth to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.

"T-Taehyung," you gasped breathily, not exactly wanting to stop but worried about him taking this further. His hands slid down to your butt to press your hips against his, and with a jolt you realized he was hard against your thigh. He felt your body stiffen, and immediately pulled back.

"Sorry, too much?" he asked, his voice a husky rasp.

"A little," you admitted, swallowing down the desire to find out what else he had to offer. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you were already starting to feel a little overwhelmed. And the way Taehyung was currently looking at you made you want to both kiss him forever and run away and hide. "Maybe we should get back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he said again, looking away. "I've wanted to do that forever, I got a little carried away."

Something warm glowed in your chest at his words, and impulsively you grabbed his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. The dazed way he grinned at you when you let him go was more than enough to bolster your confidence, and this time you were the one who intertwined your fingers with his.

"Let's go find Sierra."

Finding your roommate ended up being more difficult than you'd thought, and Taehyung reluctantly agreed that it would be easier for you two to split up to find her.

"Don't forget about me while you're gone," he said with a pout, brushing his lips against the knuckles of your hand before finally letting go. You watched him leave, stomach positively giddy with butterflies, before you turned around as well. A clammy hand gripped your wrist roughly, and you jumped, whirling to face the culprit.

"Saw you leave the bathroom with that guy," came the obnoxious, unwelcome voice of ChadBrad. He smirked at your frown, ignoring the way you tried to shake off his hand. What was he doing? Why was he looking at you like that?

"It's not really any of your business, is it?" you replied coldly, but to your alarm he just looked even more smug. His grip tightened, and you felt anxiety rise like bile in the back of your throat.

"So you're the type that likes to play hard to get, is it? I like that," he said with a leering grin, stepping into your personal space. You backed away as far as you could with your arm still captive, and gave him your best glare before scanning behind him to see if Taehyung was still around.

Please let him still be here, you begged silently. To no avail. You were alone, and no one else in the room was even looking in your direction. And the music was so loud you doubted even a scream would catch anyone's attention.

"Let go," you ordered through gritted teeth, trying to sound more confident than you felt. He merely matched each step you tried to take away from him, and when your back hit the wall you realized you were trapped.

"Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."

Your professor's words echoed in your head as you tried to think of a way out of this situation, wishing you had listened better to his advice.

"Good girls say please," ChadBrad taunted, caging you between his arms. "But you're a bad girl, huh?"

Fucking ew. Despite the obvious disgust on your face, he still seemed to think it was going well, and you caught a whiff of gross beer breath before his clammy lips were on yours.

It was revolting, and you felt your skin crawl as you tried to push him off frantically. You kept your lips sealed tightly shut against the nauseating prod of his tongue, but the asshole wouldn't fucking move. Your heart was pounding for completely different reasons than with Taehyung, and it was getting harder to breathe through your nose as you pushed and pushed to no avail. Finally, you did the only thing you could think of, and kneed him as hard as you could between his legs.

That worked, and he leaped away with a yelp.

"What the fuck, you bitch," he spat at you, doubling over as you scrambled away from him, massaging your wrist and breathing hard. You could breathe through your mouth now, why didn't it feel like you were getting any air?

You didn't bother to gift him with a response, too focused on getting the fuck away for something as trivial as a final word. You stumbled through the house, desperate for Sierra or Taehyung or fucking anyone familiar at this point.

To your relief, you spotted a familiar head of hair near the kitchen and almost tackled Sierra in your haste to get to her.

"Whoa there, cowboy!" she said with a giggle as she righted herself, though her smile slid off when she saw your expression. "What's wrong?"

Your heart settled at her reassuring face, and as the adrenaline ebbed away you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it when you realized frustration and anxiety were welling up behind your eyes.

You swallowed and took a deep breath, but all you could do was sniffle to try to keep back the disgusting feeling clawing your throat. Sierra's eyes widened and she wrapped a protective arm around you. You obeyed blindly as she steered you through the throngs of people, focused solely on not freaking out in front of a huge audience.

"Babe, talk to me, what happened?"

With a start you realized you were on the lawn outside and looking into Sierra's warm, worried brown eyes.

"I - that guy - "

To your utter mortification, that was all you got out before the tears came in earnest. Your face was immediately pressed into a perfumed, ample chest as your roommate hugged you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.

"It's okay, you're okay. Just take your time," Sierra said comfortingly as you whimpered and hiccuped into her shirt. Fuck, why were you crying so much? Nothing bad had really even happened, you were fine! Why were you being such a crybaby? First Dr. Kim, now here?

Finally, you calmed down enough to tell Sierra what happened, and her expression went from concerned to livid.

"And where the fuck was Taehyung?" she asked calmly, making your eyes widen. Her voice was even, but her eyes flashed with what could only be described as castrative fury.

"We only split up for a second to look for you!" you explained hastily, and suddenly you were the one rubbing soothing circles into her back. "We were gonna meet back up in the kitchen."

Sierra relaxed slightly, but tension still thrummed under her skin. You wracked your brain for something to calm her down, but crying had made your head irritatingly foggy.

"Oh hey, you found her!"

You both looked to see Taehyung smiling, though it faded when he saw the anger on Sierra's face and the tear stains on yours. He took a step forward, only to stop immediately when Sierra stepped in front of you. Despite it being unnecessary, you felt a surge of affection for your roommate.

"What happened?" he asked softly as Sierra crossed her arms and tapped her foot at him, clearly unimpressed.

"Some asshole assaulted her, that's what happened," she snapped, her words cracking through the air like a whip. You winced and tugged at her arm.

Taehyung's eyes went wide with shock and he looked at you with worry.

"I'm so sorry, [y/n], did I - " he began, looking horrified and guilty. You realized he thought Sierra was talking about himself, and you shook your head frantically.

"No! It wasn't you!" you protested immediately, stepping past Sierra's protection to grab Taehyung's hand. "It was someone else." He only looked mildly relieved, and his eyes were still filled with concern.

"I shouldn't have left you alone," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Embarrassment threatened to drag you under and you winced. It wasn't his fault at all. You were just the one who was so pathetic that you apparently couldn't handle five minutes alone, and then cried like an idiot even though you weren't even hurt.

You felt Sierra's hand on your shoulder, and you looked at her questioningly.

"Will you be okay with him for a second?" she whispered in your ear, so quietly you knew Taehyung wouldn't catch it. "I forgot something inside."

You nodded, giving her a wobbly smile you hoped was reassuring. Apparently it was good enough, though she shot Taehyung a very stern glare.

"Behave, I know where you live," she said with deadly seriousness. The tension was broken by your chuckle, and both of your friends relaxed a hair. "Okay, I'll be right back."

The two of you were left alone, and suddenly you found yourself unable to look at anything but your feet.

"I'm s-sorry," you hiccuped, sniffing as you tried to keep a fresh wave of tears at bay. You hated yourself for crying so easily. You swiped at your cheeks and remembered the way Dr. Kim had dabbed your face so gently in his office. You should have listened to him. "I ruined another night out for you guys."

"What are you talking about?" asked Taehyung gently, squeezing your hand. "I always have a great time with you."

You shook your head in disbelief, still not able to meet his eyes. He was sweet to try to make you feel better, but you couldn't find it in yourself to believe him. Had it really been just a few minutes ago that you had been giddily thinking about his lips against yours?

"Hey."

Taehyung put his forehead against yours, but you didn't look up to face him. You couldn't.

"Getting to kiss you already made this the best night of the year so far," he murmured in your ear, and you wanted to believe him despite yourself. He pulled you into his chest and you took a deep breath, letting the warm, spicy smell of his cologne wash over you. "And getting to spend time with you out here makes it even better."

"Even though I'm being a buzzkill?" you asked hesitantly, voice muffled as you timidly wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nothing can kill my buzz unless it's Jimin having a hair meltdown," Taehyung announced confidently, and you found yourself smiling into his chest.

"Thanks, Tae," you whispered, finally tilting your face up to look at him properly. He grinned happily back at you, squeezing you tight.

"There you are!" he exclaimed goofily, then shocked you into laughter by tickling your exposed sides.

"Don't do that, you jerk!" you scolded, swatting at his hands before he could get more than a few giggles out of you. He smiled and put his hands up in surrender and opened his mouth to say something, when rapid footfalls distracted you.

"Let's go!" said Sierra urgently, grabbing both you and Taehyung's hands and dragging you stumbling behind her.

"W-what?" you spluttered, suddenly very grateful the two of you had worn sneakers to this party. Why the hell was Sierra walking so fast?

"I poured all the Smirnoff Ices into that dipshit’s sneaker collection," your roommate revealed, turning back to you with a devious grin. Her eyes were alight with tipsy misbehavior and justice. "I want to be well clear before he finds out."

Sierra's admission startled a snort of laughter out of you, and Taehyung looked at her in outright awe. Perhaps this night hadn't ended so badly, after all.

Still, you decided you'd heed your professor's advice and steer clear of parties in the future.

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