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The Years Next Door (m!reader x Babymonster's ASA) - part II

part I - part III (coming soon)

Summary: Enami Asa - one of, if not the most important person in your life - moved in next door a few years ago. You didn't know back then. It started with awkward first meeting, family dinner and dish washing duty. Looking back now, you still remember it like yesterday. When did things change between two of you? You don't know for sure - but you know that once it changed, no going back for you two.

tag(?): fluff, lots of fluff, maybe fluff only

ASA x yourself/Original Male Character

Word count: ~6.8k - uhm, you guys can read and try to figure out what happens next, have fun reading~~

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That morning, you woke up feeling different. Sunlight spilled just a bit through your window curtains, giving you that feel good Disney vibe. Yesterday… yesterday was... definitely something. Your eyes hadn’t fully opened yet but they were squinting like crazy as you were reminiscing about her. She called you sunbae, she called you nice, she agreed to go around the neighborhood with you. For a teenager, life hadn’t felt this exciting in a while.

Getting up from bed, you walked around a bit before sitting on your study desk chair, taking in the little bit of sunlight that wasn’t covered by the curtains. Reaching out to open the curtains, the familiar view from your room welcomed you. But something changed yesterday, Asa and her family moved in. Just right across from your room, there had always been a window - could that also be her room? You glanced at the clock on your desk, 7:36AM. Should i text her right now? - you thought.

[준혁선베🥋]

hii

are u up yet?

[김아사🌸]

guess ㅋㅋ

You smiled, unconsciously. Thinking of how to reply when she texted back.

[김아사🌸]

you didn’t reply to my text last night

that’s rude, sunbae

Ohh, right. You were in cuckooland last night because of her, didn’t even remember to reply back. Stupid. Stupid you.

[준혁선베🥋]

uhm… i’m sorry

what time are u free this morning? does 9am work?

i’ll buy u something to eat at the convenience store as an apology…

[김아사🌸]

9am sounds good

*loopy thumbs up emoticon*

i’m just kidding tho, i’m not mad at you

You felt relieved - like you just lost 10kg. Looking out the window, you snapped a quick photo of the one directly across from your room before sending the photo.

You sent a photo.

[준혁선베🥋]

is this your room window? it’s across from mine

sorry if it’s not. i’m not trying to be weird…

Feeling both nervous and excited, you looked at the window. Someone was opening the curtains, you prayed to some supernatural force just for it to be Asa. Please be Asa, please be Asa… The curtains parted a bit, just enough for someone to peek their head out.

It was her. Yes!!! Her hair was slightly messy - like it was freshly combed, a few soft strands stuck on her cheeks, eyes puffy from sleep. Cute. So freaking cute. She blinked a bit before waving at you, that graceful beauty of hers made you feel like time just slowed down for the both of you. You knew better than to act like an idiot who just fell in love, not wasting any time smiling and waving back. She then pulled her head back from the window, maybe out of shyness. You stepped away from the window too, crashing right back into the chair with a thudding heartbeat. Glancing at the clock, it was 7:45AM.

[김아사🌸]

see u ㅎㅎ

can u come to my house later???

[준혁선베🥋]

ㅇㅋ (okay), see you later

Hands running through your hair as millions of thoughts went through your mind, trying your best to keep it together. It wasn’t a date. You were just showing her around the neighborhood, as a friend - no big deal, just being nice, like she said last night. But still, you gotta get freshen up. Can’t go out showing Asa around looking like the neighborhood’s dummy.

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You stand in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around your waist, hair still damp from a rushed shower. “Why do I have nothing to wear?” you muttered. This was your first time in a while having such a dilemma choosing what to wear. Putting on a pair of clean-fit black pants, a “polite” white t-shirt and the nicest looking jacket you owned. Was it too much? Was it not enough? Was it just about? Whatever. Don’t overthink, it’ll do for now. You’ll hop on IG and look for some new clothes later if this thing between you two ever works out.

You then sprayed on four cautious sprays of the cologne that mom got for you on your last birthday. You didn’t know why a teenager your age needed cologne, but somehow, mom knew the best. Love you, mom. It smelled nice, just right, not too strong. Checking yourself out in the mirror once again, just to make sure you looked nice.

Chill out, act normal. It’s not a date.

Running downstairs, you slid your phone in your pocket before telling mom and dad you wouldn’t be having breakfast with them as you got plans, not mentioning Asa.

“Are you meeting up with Asa?” your mom asked.

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around. “Uhm…”

“The cute little girl next door. Your dad said he saw you two waving at each other this morning.” mom said while smiling lovingly.

“Yeah, I’m just… showing her around. She’s new here”

“Mm-hm.” Your mom nodded, eyes twinkling like she’s already imagined the entire future in her head. “Do you still have some pocket money left?”

You just blinked. “Yes, mom...”

“Good” your mom walked to you, handing over a neatly folded 10,000 won bill anyway. “Buy her something nice, Joonhyuk-ah. Banana milk and some sandwiches or cream bread, she might like those. Don’t feed her those sausages in the morning, okay?”

“Mom…”

“I’m just saying. Your mom knows best.” her hands reached over, trying to brush your hair - which you immediately ducked. “First impressions matter a lot.”

You ran to the doorway, putting on your favorite pair of New Balance 550. “We’re just going around the neighborhood mom… I don’t like her or anything.”

Your mom gasped, clutching her chest and acting hurt, way too dramatically. “You hate your mom now?! It feels like yesterday when you were so clingy to me, now that you are all grown up - you are too cool for the woman who raised you?!”

“Mom… I’ll be back soon” you groaned. Teasing you had always been her favorite pastime.

“Be nice to her. I will text Ms. Keiko and ask how you behaved” she called out before walking back to the kitchen.

Behind all that teasing, you know - mom loves you. Always has, always would. Her way of showing affection was just embarrassing sometimes. Shutting the door behind, you walked slower than usual next door, trying to look cool, or normal. Glancing at your phone, it was 8:56AM. Perfect. A bit early? Maybe. But not late.

Stopping at the front gate, you wondered. Do I ring the bell? Text? Call her out? Now what?

Just when you were about to ring the bell, the sound of gates clicking made you freeze. It was Ms. Keiko and one of Asa’s sister, Lisa.

“Oh, Joonhyuk-ah. Good morning” Ms. Keiko said. Lisa stood beside her, smiling politely at you.

You straightened and bowed. “Hi, Ms. Keiko. Hi, noona.”

“Aren’t you a bit early?” Lisa said, a hint of tease in the way she said it - just like last night.

“Uhm, figured I shouldn’t be late.” your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket.

“Cute,” she added. “Asa should be down now. She just took too long to look pretty.”

You nodded, trying not to let the thought of that rattle you, nodding.

“We are just heading out for a bit.” Ms. Keiko said while opening the side gate slightly for you and stepping outside with Lisa.

“Oh, we will make sure to come back before lunch.” you replied quickly.

Just when they started walking down the street, Ms. Keiko smiled and gave you her blessing - half knowing, half warm. “Okay, just have fun, you two.”

And with that, you bowed goodbye to them. Asa should be here any second now.

You heard footsteps. Then the creaking of the gate - there Asa was. Her eyes were smiling at you. She stepped out quietly, was she also nervous to see you too? Her hair was pinned back, left a bit loose on both sides - just enough to allow the sunlight to emphasize her features. She was wearing light makeup, nothing too fancy. A sky blue button-up, slightly cropped cardigan on top of a white tank top, paired with fitted jeans and a clean pair of Nike. Simple, casual yet… so beautiful. Your eyes met for a few seconds too long before she spoke up.

“Hey”

“Hi” you replied, a small pause in between - it didn’t feel awkward at all.

“You came a bit early.” she said while glancing at her phone, not really checking the time.

“I’m the type to be early.”

“So… you lead the way?”

“Yeah, I’ll show you the local stuff. Secrets only longtime residents know. Real government-level classified stuff.” You nodded, trying to make her laugh.

And laugh she did, quietly - the kind of laugh that can make a thousand boys fall for her. Just like that, the two of you started walking. Side by side.

That moment, you felt like Park Kyung’s “Ordinary Love” was playing in the background, and the two of you were the main characters in a teenage romance. The weather that morning was great. Gentle morning air, perfect mix of breeze that made the world feel fresh and warmth from the sun shining at everything in the neighborhood. Just so good that you wished it would stay like this forever.

The streets of Eungam-dong were nice, peaceful, disrupted occasionally by the sound of cars passing by or people opening their shops. You two passed through rows of nice buildings and light chatter of people starting their day. This silence - with her, felt nice. “Do you always wake up early? Like this morning.” Asa wondered, turning to look at you.

“I don’t know. Depends on what plans I have on that day.” you shrugged.

You pointed at the local convenience store just right around the corner. “Right there. Five stars. Nothing else in Korea can compare to this.”

She smiled. “Wow.”

You reached for the handle and opened the door for her. The bell chimed softly as you two entered. Inside, the store had everything teenagers like you two needed for a light breakfast. Instant noodle, snacks, cold milk... everything. You know every corner of this store, you’d been here since you were just a kid after all.

“My treat, as promised. I have government funding.”

“Funding…?” she replied, her head tilted, brows scrunching just a little bit - looking confused. “What does it mean?”

Oh right, she’s Japanese - her Korean wasn't perfect back then. The way her voice sounded so sweet, soft and curious reminded you to take things slower with her. Gentler.

“Oh, funding means… like money. Government money.” you tried to explain.

She stared at you for a second. Then, she laughed - finally, sounded like candy to your ears. “Wow, must be nice.” The two of you walked to the drinks section. You went straight for the classic. “This one”

You said while holding up a little bottle of milk to show her. “Everyone in Korea knows this. Legendary. I grew up drinking this… well, I still drink this but, you get the idea.”

Asa leaned in, her eyes had a mix of curiosity and surprise. Her hand reached out to take the bottle - fingers slightly brushing against yours. Turning it around, she read the label just like your mom would. Are all women this careful? You, personally, just consume anything as long as it tastes nice.

“Cute packaging.”

“Yup, but I’m sure Japan has way fancier drinks.”

You then turned and scanned around. “And maybe… cream bread. Or this sandwich? I’m not sure what suits your taste but these are really nice. You won’t die from it.” you grinned while showing her one of the pastries. Asa nodded, smiling. “I’ll try.”

You then grabbed two triangle kimbap (one for her, just in case she was still hungry). Grabbing everything to the counter, you paid with the government funding (thanks mom) and led her back outside. There was a small bench right outside the store, just beside that familiar tree you always walked by on the way to school. You sat down first, she then followed. For a moment, the only sound there was the gentle crinkle of the plastic wrapping and the faint breeze passing by.

“Try it.” you said.

She took a sip of the banana milk, blinked for a second. “Mmm… It’s really nice.”

You smiled, giving her a thumbs-up. “Told you. Only the best stuff.”

She giggled again, feeling more comfortable this time. She mumbled thank you as you handed her her food, which you already peeled open. You two sat there, enjoying each other’s presence as time passed by - eating, sharing smiles between bites. Just two teenagers, under the morning sun.

“So what was it like in Japan?” you asked after a short pause, still chewing a bit of kimbap still in your mouth. Damn, you really are your dad’s child.

Asa started telling you everything - her hometown, her friends, her sisters, how she had to move here because of her dad’s job, where he now worked with your dad. She even told you how scary it was to leave everything and move to a new country, despite her dad trying his best to notify their family two years in advance. You listened. It must have been really tough on her. You couldn’t even imagine moving from Eungam-dong to Yeokchon-dong (which are right next to each other btw).

“That’s tough.” you said, in honest.

“Yeah, but Korea’s nice. I guess I have a lot to do in Korea now.”

“Uhm, do you watch… like, dramas or listen to K-pop?”

Her eyes lit up. “Ooh, of course. My mom is a really big Block B fan, she’s the reason why I got into K-pop too. I also learnt Korean through watching dramas. What are your favorites?” Well, that made sense. No wonder why your speech is so cute.

“Well, I don’t really watch dramas that much these days. I remember rewatching ‘Boys Over Flowers’ with my mom… Mmm, the other one, what is it? ‘Gentleman's Dignity’? Ever heard of it? The one with Jang Dong-gun in it. Really popular with middle-aged women.”

She shook her head, laughing. “It sounds familiar.”

“And K-pop, yeah… I listen a lot. Block B is nice, too. I like ‘Her’. My main is TWICE* and Bigbang.”

“Ooh, I love them too. Super popular in Japan.”

*I LOVE TWICE.

Great, you two had something in common. She even suggested - just threw it out there lightly - that you two start watching dramas together sometimes, if the chance ever came. Just say the word and I’d do anything with you. The conversation went on for a bit - teenage concerns, favorite songs, both of you two’s hobbies, the way your mood during the day was unhealthily decided by Manchester United’s result (I don’t know if we can stay up next season), how she wanted to try and start dancing… Then it slowed down, into something soft and easy.

“So there’s this arcade nearby.” you said, rubbing your hand on your knees.

“Oh, that’s nice. I haven’t really had the chance to go to one yet.” Asa tilted her head at you.

“Wanna check it out? It’s really nice.” you asked, hoping not to sound over-excited.

“Sure, is sunbae gonna show me all his skills,? she said, standing up slowly.

“You’re gonna be amazed.”

“Or extremely disappointed.” she teased.

“You’ll see.” The two of you - side by side, now closer to each other - with sunlight following, casting warmth along the peaceful street.

The arcade was small, tucked in a corner near the main street, but it had everything: from claw machines, basketball game, racing simulators... you name it. LED lights along with a bit musty-but-still-clean-and-magical air of a place where kids, even adults come to make memories. You led the way, like a proud local. You showed her how to use the punch machine. With a light shoulder roll and a quick breath, you stepped up and swung. Baam.

The machine blared: 674.

“Woah.” Asa blinked. “That’s pretty good.”

Did i look cool? You thought. “I mean, could’ve been better.”

“Should I be scared of you, taekwondo master?” she asked, face holding a grin.

You tilted your head slightly at her. “Only if you annoy me.”

She laughed, holding her hands to cover her smile. Something about that way she does that still makes your heart beat crazy - till this day. “Try it, let’s see how you do.”

Her punch was more like a gentle tap, scoring only somewhere around the 180-200s. She turned her head around looking at you, pouting - clearly playing it for the effect.

“Not bad. You got potential.” You placed both your hands gently on her shoulders, pretending to console her but actually just taking any chance to be closer with her. You sly devil. And she didn’t pull your hands away, yes!

After that punch machine victory, you two wandered around - laughing at each other’s poor attempt at racing, throwing bricks like Draymond Green at the 3-point line at the basketball machine and eventually ending up at the claw machine.

Asa put both her hands on the glass, eyes wide. She pointed at the Crayon Shin-chan plush keychain - with him showing his butt, looking mischievous. Adorable.

You tried. Then again. It took 4 tries. But you finally got it. The claw dropped it just enough to fall into the prize slot.

“Victory, hehe.” you said, crouching to grab it, handing Asa the keychain while also hoping you really impressed her. Her eyes were sparkling. She mumbled thank you as she took it with both hands. So beautiful.

Then, you tried once again to get the same one for yourself. You two walked out of the arcade with matching keychains - hers swinging from her cropped cardigan, yours clipped onto the neck of your jacket.

There was still a lot of time before lunch. No need to rush. You showed her the hidden alleyway shortcut behind the bakery - the one no one used except the kids who lived nearby. You passed the local park along Bulgwangcheon stream, stopping by the swings and sat there for a while. Taking in the scenery - the sunlight, the breeze, her beauty. Quiet, peaceful, nice. You showed her auntie Bomi’s snack stall near home, your favorite, where she got brave and tried something spicy - fanning her mouth after the first bite. Auntie Bomi didn’t even let you pay for it, saying it was a welcome gift for “this cute new girl”, she even gave Asa a free egg roll.

On the way home, she asked if you ever get bored here. “Sometimes” you said. “But now it feels nice having you next door. Hanging out with you is… uhm, fun.” You two didn’t talk about feelings. Not yet. But she got closer to you, exchanging glances every now and then. Oh, before you even knew it, you guys already got home. Just in time for lunch.

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From that day on, something quietly began to grow between you and Asa. Late night texts, occasional video calls where you two spoke really quietly - not wanting to be caught… It felt so comfortable. You didn’t label it, didn’t feel the need to - maybe she didn’t either.

Your families noticed too, of course. They weren’t dumb, not at all. On the first day of school, your families forced you two to take a picture together, saying it would be “nice” to look back on in the future. Well… maybe they’re right. Your mom started asking if Asa had eaten yet so casually, as if she was already a part of your family. Ms. Keiko started calling you over to have meals with their family, like it was second nature. You guys walked to school - Youngrak middle school, together. Just a 15 minute walk from home. You guys ended up in the same class - sitting next to each other, right beside the window at the back of the class. That made everything easier - being next to her almost everyday. The first month at school was a bit tough on her. New culture, new language, new everything. But you were there, volunteering to help her whenever she needed - translation, math homework... Teachers noticed you guys too, being such nice, diligent and studious kids. One of your names can’t be mentioned without the other. Asa adapted really quickly, faster than you thought. The girls at school loved her, of course they did. Look at Asa. Guys at school didn’t really approach Asa, since you were with her almost 24/7.

Friends also tease you guys, in that harmless silly middle school fashion. Whispering jokes in class, calling her “Joonhyuk’s girl”,... you guys laughed it off. Asa usually rolled her eyes, but not with her signature half smile-half sigh. Neither of you really said anything. Teenagers…

Back home, Asa’s sisters’ teasing her even more. They once saw you guys walking home on a rainy day after 학원*. You were holding an umbrella, tilting mostly on her side to shield her from the rain. She blushed like crazy, but you just smiled and waved at them, playing along. Everything about her became part of your life, naturally.

*학원/hakwon: like study/educaiton center for after school study (typically after school, at night), really common in Korea, my country or just Asia in general.

As the time went by, you two also grew - not much, but small changes counted. Asa decided to join the dancing club, finally. Part of you felt proud of her, Asa was such a talented girl, drawing, dancing, writing - she did it all, shining in everything she did. The way she danced with those soft, precise grace made everyone feel like they were really fortunate to be in her presence, be near her. The other part of you, was it… jealousy?

The more she participated in the dance club, the more attention she got, especially from the guys, or those sunbae. Fuck that. Those guys didn't know how special she was, they didn’t treasure her like you did. You hated that, but you still reminded yourself: you two were NOT a thing. Just friends, close friends - next door neighbors. But then again, they had her front and center for pretty much every school performance. Damn it…

Meanwhile, you started taking taekwondo more seriously. Going to practice after school as a routine slowly became a rhythm you couldn’t skip. Twice a week slowly increased into three, four times. They had you coming in for the weekend too, but your parents had your back, making excuses for you to enjoy your teenage years whenever it felt like too much. Something about this, growing up, the pressure to do well, to win - was a bit overwhelming, but you still liked it... right? You won a few medals at the city level, yeah… but as a kid. Then you won even a few more as you grew up, to your surprise (not your coach’s tho). Word got around, your names started circulating around the taekwondo circle. “There is this kid, from Eungam-dong, really good - too good for his age.” You thought it was just gibberish when your friends told you about it. Then came the messages, representatives showing up at your house - talking about “your son’s potential, international level”, then the offer. You got scouted for a sports-specialised highschool, all the way in Suwon.

Suwon… away from Seoul, away mom and dad, away from Asa… A school for kids who are extremely good at their sports, for kids who had the potential to represent Korea on the world stage. The best of the best. Flattering, sure… But it was also scary and confusing at the same time. Well, this all happened during later middle school - early high school, let’s roll back the time - to when things were a lot more simple.

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2019

It was April, Asa’ birthday. You had been planning for a few weeks. With the help of Lisa and Chisa, you bought her a nice necklace from a really niche online jewelry shop on IG, with your saved up money that you were planning to spend on Juventus summer tour tickets in Korea that summer, planning to see Ronaldo (my GOAT) in real life. But for Asa, everything was worth it. The necklace was really nice, nothing over the top with some cute little charms. That night, you told her present was caught up in some delivery problems. She was a bit sad, which broke your heart but after your families were done celebrating her birthday at her house, you texted her.

10:24PM

[준혁선베🥋]

yah, kim asa, come out for a bit

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

my mom said she forgot to give you some money for your birthday

[김아사🌸]

what? it’s okay

that’s nice but she doesn’t have too

[준혁선베🥋]

just come out

5 minutes

[김아사🌸]

your mom is too nice

give me one second

After a few minutes, she was outside, wearing that oversized yellow pajama of hers, Donald ducks printed all over them. Hair a bit messy but still looking like she came out of your dream. Why do you have to look so cute even this late at night? The two of you standing under the lamppost between your houses, eyes gazing at each other. The soft glow from the lamppost definitely didn’t help you either, making her look even prettier.

“Close your eyes. Give me your hands.” you said, a bit shy.

“Huh… what are you doing?” Asa said, mouth grinning like she already knew what you were plotting.

“Just do it or I’m walking back in.”

“Okay, dummy.” She teased, closing her eyes. She held her hands out. Palms up, Trusting you.

Right then, a wild thought ran through your mind: you really wished you had given her a light kiss on the lips. Your first kiss, hers too… maybe? No, it’s creepy. Instead, You pulled out a small box from your shorts pocket carefully, like it was highly classified, 24K carat, only-one-in-the-world type of jewelry, placing it into her hands.

Her eyes opened, lips curling into a cheeky smile. “You really surprised me tonight, Seo Joonhyuk. I was actually mad at you a bit earlier ”. she said, clearly touched

“Your sisters helped me pick it out. I felt like it really suits you. Just… don’t open it yet. Go inside and then open it. It’s really cold now.” you lied while rubbing the back of your neck. It wasn’t that cold. You were just really shy, so shy that you could die standing right there.

“Okay, thank you for the gift, Joonhyuk-ah.” Asa waved at you one last time before smiling, going back inside.

You waved back then walked back inside, pacing around the living room for a bit to calm the storm in your heart before sprinting to your room like a maniac. Thank god your parents were in their room, but little did you know, Asa’s mom was right upstairs in their house, witnessing the whole encounter with a loving smile on her face.

Your phone suddenly buzzed.

[김아사🌸] sent a photo.

It was a selfie of Asa, lips puckered like Donald duck on her pajamas, hands up in a v sign - she was committed to the bit. Your eyes wandered around. On her neck was… there it was, your birthday gift. It was resting just above her collarbone, catching the soft light of her bedside lamp.

You stared at it for a while, smiling like you were a fool, president of cuckooland, just when a notification brought back to reality.

[김아사🌸]

it’s really nice ㅈㅎ ah (your initials)

thank you so much ㅎㅎ

[준혁선베🥋]

see, i know the best

with a bit of help from your sisters, of course…

but still, mainly me.

[김아사🌸]

you really know my taste huh

thanks again ㅎㅎ

[준혁선베🥋]

happy birthday, kim asa

She then sent an emoticon of a cute bear, running around panicking with blushes on its face. Heh, i made her day. Well, she made yours too. From then on, you saw her wearing that necklace proudly on every special occasion. Seems like she really treasured your gift, nice.

Late May came, 채육대 (Sports festival/day) at school

Your school was buzzing with noise. Colorful t-shirts, cheesy banners. You weren’t really one to be excited for these kinds of events. But this year was different, Asa was here. The weather was a bit hot, but not so much, it was enough to make everyone feel energized.

Asa, of course, was part of the cheering performance. She had her hair in pigtails, decorated with pink ribbons. She was almost front and center the entire performance, white shirt and black shorts - so simple yet so ethereal, looking like everyone’s first love in a drama. You didn’t want to stare that much, but you couldn’t help it. Her movements were sharp and graceful, always in sync with the rhythm, leading the other girls.

You yourself were signed up for football, since you were, say, “a bit athletic”. People also knew you were a die hard United fan. When you told her you would be playing that day on the way home, she told you she would be cheering for you. No backing out now, buddy.

When the match started, you glanced towards the audience and there Asa was, with her friend groups, jumping up and down while chanting something, felt like she was mouthing your name. Your chest felt like it burst open, time to turn into prime Ronaldo and impressed her. It wasn’t serious league football - just 7v7 - but to you, it was serious. Games gone by, you contributed by making passes and escaping presses in midfield to make play for your friends up front. When your team got to the final, you really hoped that Asa saw it all since your head was really into the game and didn’t want her to see you running around like a headless chicken.

Your class was screaming like crazy when there was 10 minutes left in the final. Asa was still there, sitting under an umbrella with her close friends. The score was 2-2. Then came a chance, a free kick with 2 minutes left. You stepped up.

Your friend, Jooheon, jogged over and whispered in your ear “Whip it out right for me, I’ll try and score a header.” You smiled.

Like mann, shut up. Watch me turn into 2008 Ronaldo and whip this ho in from 20 meters myself.

You took your chance, kicking it with precision and just enough power. Please don’t embarrass me, ball.

As it flew through the other team defence, Joonheon stared “The fuck?”

Time stopped, well… you felt so. Boom. It’s in. Top bins, baby.

“Oh shit!”

“Is it in?”

The whole pitch erupted. 3-2. You turned to Asa, she was jumping with her hands up, mouth wide open - clapping while beaming at you like you just won the Champions League. You did it, just when you were deciding on what celebration to do, your friends tackled you onto the grass.

“You did it, you dumbass!”

“Gang up on him, guys!!!” You couldn’t stop smiling, even under the dogpile of smelly, sweaty friends. That day was incredible, not because of the win. It was because she was there, you were there. You guys were there for each other, supporting each other even if it was just a sports festival day at school. That feeling when you made her feel happy - that rush - gave you something extra to hold onto when the real competition came.

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A few weeks later, there was a taekwondo competition, national level. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before, not in a local center, not a school level competition. There were cameras to broadcast everything for TV. It was held at Jamsil Student Gymnasium. It was huge, high ceilings, LED lights everywhere, rows of chairs stretching out endlessly, banners from every corner of Korea to cheer for their representatives. You still remember that day, it smelled like floor wax, sweat and raw nerves.

Looking around, you spotted mom and dad in the crowd, waving their hands like they were at a concert. You smiled, they would never miss this. Asa was sitting between your family and hers, giving you two thumbs up when your eyes met. As you squint your eyes to try and confirm, she was in fact wearing the necklace you gave her on her birthday - just like she would on every special occasion. You waved back at them, half smiling since the nerves were also getting to you. You hadn’t competed in anything this serious yet up until that point. This was "the one" for you to prove it, on the national stage.

“Representing Eungam-dong, Seoul. SEO JOON HYUK”

Everything passed by so fast, you had gotten to the final before you even knew it. It was not too easy, but not too hard. Still, those hits and kicks you took hurt like crazy, nothing like you felt before. Like damn, chill on me bruh…

As you were resting on the bench, waiting for the final, nothing was in your head except for the rhythm of Twice’s ‘Cheer Up’. Weird, huh? You didn’t even notice that coach was encouraging you and giving tips on how to exhaust your opponent before going for it. Well, easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with a sore rib and throbbing legs.

But then, something made you turn around. A voice cutting through the noise of the arena. It was Asa’s.

“Fighting, Seo Joon-hyuk. You got this.” she shouted with both her hands around her mouth, mimicking a megaphone. The families were cheering on you too, but for some reason, hers felt like the only one you needed. Time for the final.

You stepped onto the mat, steady breath, mind relaxed. Fuck… why did your opponent look so big even though you two were in the same weight class. First round… Second round, then came third round. You two were aggressive. Every move hurt even more than the last. Everyone in the gymnasium was holding their breath. Your mom was holding back her tears, seeing her son all bruised up like this. Your dad’s hand was over her shoulder, still worried but knowing you can win this.

Fuck. Your neck felt so stiff. Right leg so sore too.

Final round, the moment came. You blocked, ducked and then decided to land a sharp body shot. Your opponent came down. It connected. The crowd roared.

The buzzer finally rang. You didn’t know how to react, crouching down to your opponent, asking if he was okay. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

He nodded, while still lying down in pain. “Yeah… okay. Just need a moment to… you know…”

You stood up while tapping on the side of his arms to signal that everything was fine between the two of you. You stood there, hands on your knees, heart beating like crazy, the adrenaline was through the roof - everything around you seemed so blurry, but you won.

The ref raised your hand. There it was. The crowd cheered for you. You walked to your opponent and gave him a friendly hug, no hate, he gave you a fair beating. Proper guy. Your teammates, coaches crowded you. Hey, you won something grand, on behalf of your Eungam-dong and your school - which was not really known for athletic talents. But everything faded as you walked over to your family, signaling at the security guard, asking him to let them down.

Mom reached out first, hugging you, despite the fact that you were drenched in sweat and probably death. “Oh my baby, I’m so proud of you.” She just kept kissing your head, it also smelt like crazy by the way. Your dad was proud on the side, busy taking pictures with his over 10 years old camera, yeah this one is going into our family history book, buddy.

Her family came to congratulate you too, one by one, not forgetting to ask if you were okay.

“It’s fine, Ms. I’m just a bit sore here and there.” you lied. It hurt so bad.

“Come to our house tonight, Joonhyuk-ah. We will make you that magical Japanese potion. Fix you up real good.” Asa’s dad said. Everyone laughed. They are such nice neighbors.

Just then, a thought crossed your mind - Oh, where was Asa? - your around. Shit, forgot my neck still hurt. There she was, behind her sisters, who were smiling like crazy. Your eyes met, this time, Asa wasn’t screaming or jumping anymore. Her usual self was back. You could tell she was proud, her face said it all.

As you took a step toward her, she took one too. In her hands was a towel and a water bottle, seemed like she was gripping it tightly ever since the start of the final - cold, condensation running down the sides. She looked… shy?

“Hey…” she said softly while handing you the towel “Congratulations. You did well today.”

You grinned, like an idiot, wiping your face and hair. “Really? Did I look cool?”

She didn’t say anything, that signature half sigh-half smile is back on her face again.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Thank you very much.”

That was it, everything felt so peaceful. Then, you were called up to receive the medal, right after the cheering performance ended.

Right, you almost forgot about that part. As you were walking to the podium, you felt like every pair of eyes in South Korea were on your back. Never the one for this much attention. The ceremony finally began. You bowed, shook hands with the vice president of Korea Taekwondo Association as he placed the medal on your neck.

“You really are one of a kind, kid. When it’s time, we will call you up to train for the national team.”

You smiled, out of politeness. National team, are you joking???

Everything was a blur. Pictures being taken, TV interviews, you were now a local legend-celeb. But behind all that noise, Asa was still in the crowds, tiptoeing behind her sisters to get a better view of you. Media duties done, you walked right back to her and your families. Without even knowing it, you took the gold medal off your neck and put it on hers. She was shocked - not in a bad way, just surprised at how naturally you did this.

“Hehe, how does it feel?” you asked, still shy but it didn’t matter, Asa was in front of you. Well done, that was smooth.

“Uhm… nice, I guess…” she said, looking down at the medal, touching to see how it feel. Her lips were also smiling. Cute.

“I guess your mom is a nobody now. I’ll just live like this with your dad until old age then.” your mom, now done crying, happily teased as she saw the scene in front of her played out.

“C’mon, mom.” you tried hard not to sound too flustered, while Asa was blushing like crazy, head down as she didn’t know what to do.

“Get in, you two. Let’s take a picture.” your dad said.

Then, you two got closer together. Asa hooked one arm around yours, the other hand holding up the medal like a proud girlfriend. But, remember this, you two were still not a thing yet. However, it didn’t matter. You were just drowning deep in the moment. Meanwhile, Asa leaned in, putting her head on your shoulders and joked:

“Pose, you smelly dummy.” Right, right. I’m sorry I didn’t take a 30 minute break during the middle of a taekwondo competition to shower before standing next to you.

Click. A memory was sealed. Later that night, both your families had dinner together - a warm, chaotic celebration in the neighborhood. Everyone couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. Your dad was calling every relative you had to tell them about your big win, even the ones in Busan. Wait, you have relatives in Busan? Mom was so proud, she couldn’t stop talking about how her son won it on national TV.

Peaceful, warm… The rest of 2019 went by just like that. Both of your and Asa’s families grew tighter - casual dinners, shared nights, moms started going out together and catching up on the neighborhood dramas… What about you and Asa? You guys walked to school together, waited until each other's practices ended. Casually hanging out in the neighborhood, video calls became more frequent, you guys even started dozing off without ending the calls, which felt normal. Even though you two got busier, there was still time for each other. You two kinda became that couple at school that everyone knew about - teachers, classmates, your coach… you name it, but neither of you dared say anything about it.

No one said anything. As you guys grew older together, at some point, whatever this is between the two of you started to feel a bit unusual. A bit too complicated.

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Yayy, part II is out now. Sorry for any mistakes, will be going through it again later. Like always, much love to you guys, feel free to leave comments/review/suggestions. ❤️❤️❤️

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h3rmess · 2 days ago

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WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

28) - Congratulations!(I guess…)

They finally remove the blindfold from Karasu’s face once he is seated. He squints as his eyes adjust to the lighting in the room. To his left, he notices a window that takes the place of a wall and then realises that he can see the entire city. He hears giggling and turns around to see Chigiri, Nagi, Yukimiya, Otoya, and Reo standing behind him. He turns to his right and jumps slightly, shocked by the sight of you.

“Did they kidnap you too?” He questions, observing your face carefully.

“What? Kidnap? What the hell did you do to him, Otoya?” You’re beyond confused as Otoya turns away from your gaze and whistles, acting as if nothing happened.

You glare at him with murderous intent before turning back to Karasu with a warm smile.

“Remember when I said Reo asked me to hang out?” He nods. “I guess he had something planned.” Chigiri clears his throat, interrupting you.

“Get a room, you guys…” Reo says in feigned disgust.

“We’re literally here against our will, dimwit.” Karasu spits.

“Enough of that stuff…” Chigiri steps forward. “We need details.”

“Details?” You repeat.

“Who, what, when, where, why, how? Come on, spill.” Chigiri prompts.

“The ‘how’ doesn’t really fit in there. It’s meant to be the five W’s.” Reo chimes in.

"You look like grape koolaid.” Chigiri rebuttals quickly before turning back to you. “Now, come on, tell us exactly what happened between you two.”

“And if we don’t?” Karasu asked daringly.

“Otoya will post your nudes on twitter.com.”

“They’re not nudes ya fuckin-“

You look horrified, which also makes Karasu scared.

“Long story, but they’re definitely not nudes and I definitely didn’t take ‘em.” Karasu explains, leaving you confused.

“So… what exactly is this anyway?” You question Reo.

Reo places his hands on his hips proudly. “Since you two went out together and someone magically ended up dating, I took it upon myself to organise a party to celebrate your union!”

Karasu raises his eyebrow. “Yer makin’ it sound like a wedding.”

“So you don’t wanna marry her?” Reo responds.

“That’s… not what I said-“

“So you’re just doing this for fun? Huh, Karasu?” Chigiri adds.

“Why am I being targeted?”

“We just need to make sure you’re serious about this.” Reo states, crossing his arms.

Karasu’s usual smirk becomes present on his face as he rolls his eyes. “This is the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in.”

You nod in agreement.

“How about we play spin the bottle?” Otoya suggests, earning a weird look from everyone.

“Votes to kick him out?” Chigiri points to Otoya as everyone raises their hand.

Nagi, who has been half asleep this entire time, reaches into his pocket, pulls something out and throws it onto the centre table.

“Now, why the hell does Nagi of all people own a polaroid camera?” Chigiri questions.

“I take pictures of my high scores in games.” Nagi responds, earning a confused look from everyone. You all brush past it as Yukimiya picks up the camera, ushering you all into one area.

“Ooh, let me get the cake first!” Reo runs out of the room abruptly.

“WHY is there a cake?” Karasu looks extremely irritated and bewildered.

Reo comes back in with Baya trailing behind him holding a cake that reads “Congratulations! (I guess…)” written in cursive, dark icing which contrasts the white frosting and piping on the cake. Baya lights the candles and sparkler, setting it down on the centre table.

Chigiri pushes you and Karasu to sit at the table, the cake in front of you.

“Pick up the cake and smile!” Yukimiya commands from the other side of the table, ready to take a picture. You smile awkwardly at the camera while Karasu doesn’t bother - in fact, he’s scowling at Otoya who is stood behind Yukimiya and keeps blowing him kisses.

Yukimiya takes the photo and watches it print. He leaves it on the table to develop as Reo comes over with a knife. He points it at you. “Cut the cake already. Nagi’s hungry.”

“Here’s an idea - feed him actual food instead of cake.” You grimace at him, picking up the now developed photo. It’s so awkward, it makes you want to cry.

Despite the perfect lighting, your faces ruin it completely. Chigiri snatches it from you and starts laughing uncontrollably. Just as you were ready to shout at him, Karasu grabs your chin, turning your face towards him. He holds a silver spoon in front of you which holds some of the cake. He opens his mouth, encouraging you to do the same. You smile sheepishly before opening your mouth slightly, allowing him to feed you the cake. That’s when you see another flash - both you and Karasu move your eyes to look at the camera from the corners of your eyes. Karasu just looks back at you, seeing that you’re enjoying the cake and grins widely - a rare sight.

It had finally reached the evening, and all of you had finally left Reo’s “house” to go home (except Nagi, of course). You’re reliving the familiar moment once more as Karasu walks you down your street for the third time, hand in hand, basking in the cool evening breeze.

“I’m surprised Reo did all of that for us.” You speak quietly, smiling to yourself.

“Well, he does care for ya. I’m gonna have ta one-up him next time.” Karasu walks leisurely.

You chuckle, looking at him. “Trust me, just you being here is worlds better.”

The moment from your last date replays in your head : the awkward goodbyes, the kiss - everything was magical. You stop in front of your door just like before and take a moment to look up at the starts that are just starting to appear as the night blossoms.

“We wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for Reo, so we have him to thank for that.” Your voice is soft with a hint of satire.

“I think we woulda met anyway.” Karasu disagrees.

“Why’s that? I probably wouldn’t have spoken to you if Reo didn’t make me.”

Karasu pauses thoughtfully, “True… but maybe we were destined to meet.” You spot something remarkable in his eyes - a glimmer. A new light that wasn’t there when you had first met him. “That was so lame…”He mumbles with a smirk.

“You’re so special, Karasu.” You blurt out as he looks at you, confused and shocked, “I can tell you undermine your own abilities and talents. You try not to seem too amazing by trivial things, but I think it’s an amazing quality to have.” His eyes widen, surprised that you were able to see past his façade. “It’s so easy to forget about the little things in life, but someone as smart and perceptive as you always appreciates stuff like that. I find that endearing.” You can’t read his expression, he looks… angry? “You can be your authentic self around me. I’ll never judge you, okay?”

Karasu coughs as you finish your sentence, covering his mouth with his arm. His arm remains there for a little too long and you are curious as to why.

“Karasu?” You lean forward, trying to look at his face. That’s when you catch a glimpse of light reflecting off of a droplet on his face. He’s crying.

Your heart breaks slightly. You pull him into a hug immediately, rubbing his back and comforting him. After a while, you lean back to see his face; his eyes and nose a light pink shade, and a few tears still by his eyes.

“I don’t know why I’m crying…” He sniffs silently.

You hush him and tell him that it’s okay.

“Thank you. Thanks for being here me… and being my girlfriend… I’m so happy to have you…” He speaks, his voice strained as you wipe his tears. You place a soft kiss on his lips, pulling him by his arm toward your house.

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k-loves-u · 2 days ago

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LaDS as Dads - Traits she shares with them [Physically/Personality-wise]

Masterlist ---- Context

Xavier

Like I mentioned about her name origin, they’d definitely share similar sleeping habits

That would lead to a favourite sleeping buddy (or in his point of view, a cuddly teddy bear)

I can see that if she were to be raised by 5 amazing fighters, she’d having as wonderful combat techniques but I feel like she’d have similar agility to Xavier

Just like him, she has slick and neat fighting style

Her favourite combat item is the sword

They have the same colour of hair

Aurora would probably attract small animals just like Xavier (just like a disney princess hehe)

She’d learn how to make flower crowns from Jeremiah and make them all the time

Rafayel

She’d be born part lemurian for sure

So Rafayel would give her a lemurian name

Cordelia – which I have found to mean ‘daughter/heart of the sea’

Which is very fitting for the God of the Sea

Being born as a lemurian means the inheritance of artistic creativity

Aurora would probably lean towards singing rather than painting I believe (I can totally imagine her singing and a small crowd of animals forming around her)

The sea being a comfort place

Whether it’s just going to walk at the beach or having a dip in the water, it’s where she unwinds and where she can be alone in her thoughts :)

She loves how the water can mirror the pink and purple hues of the sky at a sunset

Zayne

They have similar golden eyes

Aurora’s source of the sweet tooth

Which means dreaded dentist visits

‘Dad says the dentist aren’t real doctors’ ‘I never said that sweetie’ ‘Dad also said that dentists are annoy-’ ‘Aurora let them clean your teeth please’ cue him looking away with red ears

He probably lets her indulge in a few sweets at night sometimes, knowing that he also does it

He makes sure she brushes thoroughly though because he’s been told off by the dentist enough

Sylus

An obsession with collecting and hoarding

Especially, as a little girl, she’d love his stash of jewels and gems

Who wouldn’t go crazy over colourful sparkly things

He’d definitely buy more shiny gems in her favourite colour

But when she gets older, she’d be eyeing his guns and he’d help her at the shooting range

He’d gift her a custom gun

Dressing up!!!!!!

Sylus would facilitate yearly birthday shoots

She could get the boys to wear any outfits she wished and she could wear whatever she would want

He’s the dad who’s like ‘Wear whatever you want sweetie. If anyone takes a wrong glance at you just tell me okay? Tell them your dad can fight’ (He’d make sure they never step within her 100m radius)

Caleb

His number one cooking partner… to the point that the guys begin to prefer her cooking over his as years go by

No she did not inherit Xavier’s cooking skills

She’d walk into the kitchen ‘What are you doing dad’ ‘Cooking pipsqueak’ ‘Can I help’ ‘Alright but no eating the ingredients this time’

She’ll be helping him bake cookies and he’s making the dough

He turns around looking for the flour but that was obviously a mistake because now her hand is in the bowl of chocolate chips

She tries popping a few in her mouth when she then remembers someone who would love these, plopping off the stool and running to Zayne’s office room

Zayne comes into the kitchen holding her with a firm grip on her arm

It seems like she left a handprint of chocolate on his office door as she came to feed him

He debunks every rumour she hears ‘Dentists are real doctors. Zayne just doesn’t like dentists’

She’d watch Caleb making his models and hear him talk about his planes

Talking about planes, he’d take for a ride whenever she wished to

Maybe even teach her when she gets older

Ended up writing a bit too much for Caleb because I got carried away lol

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cupid-diary · 24 hours ago

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THIS ISN'T JUST A CRUSH | profiles II

SUMMARY she was the girl who once tripped over a chair leg and apologised to it. the kind of person you'd barely glance at twice in the hallway – funny? sure, but easy to miss. and then she disappeared. two years. no contact. now she's back! not to relive the past but to live loudly. she wasn't supposed to fall back into their orbit. they weren't supposed to start looking at her like that. but this isn't highschool anymore. and this isn't just a crush.

profiles – boys on read | next`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

💼 jungwon. 20. political science & business double major. the reliable one, the responsible one. the one who knows more than he lets on, somehow always two steps ahead. he's the kind of guy who plans study sessions but ends up mediating a group argument halfway through. his words are measured, but when he does speak, people listen. he noticed y/n back in highschool. not enough to say anything. but enough to remember. now she's back – louder, brighter and different, he's not sure if he missed a friend or someone more. he watches quietly and he remembers everything.

🎶 heeseung. 21. music production major with a hidden soundcloud. he's quiet in class but turns into the most chaotic texter at night. he's the guy with the lazy smile, the sharp wit and the ability to turn any sentence into a double meaning. y/n used to pass by him in hallways without much thought. now, he looks at her like he's trying to figure out an unsolved equation. there's tension. not spoken, not yet at least. but real. and when he finally breaks the silence? it's going to hurt, beautifully!

🍽️ jay. 21. international business & culinary arts double major. both because he's good at everything and refused to pick. he was known in highschool for being intimidating. cold, classy, the guy who wore cologne and leather jackets and didn't talk unless he really wanted to. y/n knew him, barely. he was the boy in the back row. the one who didn't laugh but smirked. the one who always seemed miles away, even when he was right there. but now? he's everywhere. he's still hard to read; quiet and calculated but y/n's different now. and so is he.

📏 jake. 21. engineering major with a marketing minor. he's friendly, flirty and dangerously charming. like a golden retriever with way too much game. and he knows it. jake's the type to lend you noted and compliment your shoes in the same breath. everyone likes him. everyone trusts him. but y/n? she teased him back and didn't fall for his easy grin. and maybe that's why he suddenly can't stop thinking about her. he plays cool. until he doesn't.

📊 sunghoon. 21. business & sports media double major. known for his cold aura, quick comebacks and the kind of jawline that makes people nervous. he was popular in highschool. but so was his distance. y/n recalls him being untouchable. sunghoon doesn't remember much, or so he says. but when she walks into campus again, confident and gorgeous and nothing like the girl he vaguely knew, he starts to remember a lot more than he expected. and that scares him. because this time, she's not chasing. she's walking right past him. him – the boy who never looked back... until now.

🎥 sunoo. 20. media & culture major. he's the definition of main character energy. funny, loud, brutally honest and always ready with a reaction. he and y/n weren't close before. but he always clocked her from across the room – something about her laugh, her lack of filter. now she's back and suddenly part of his circle, he's not sure whether to fight her, befriend her or fight for her. either way, he's got opinions and he will be sharing them loudly and with sparkle. underestimate him? that's the first mistake. he's soft but he's also strategic.

🎼 niki. 20. dance major. speaks fluent sarcasm and ignores all the rules. youngest, wildest and secretly the sharpest. niki came late during highschool and didn't get to reach y/n when she was still there but that doesn't mean he didn't hear about her. through the group, mostly jake and heeseung, he learnt the lore. he's caught up on the drama. and now that she's here, he's got a front-row seat. he claims not to care but he's watching, and his comments? surprisingly insightful. never misjudge him. he knows what's really going on before anyone else does.

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womanofwords · 1 day ago

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Darling Demon (Part 19)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: public humiliation, consensual non-consent.

Azrir had won. They'd taken your virginity at long last, and it felt like fireworks were exploding in your head the whole time. Yeah, being married to them for eternity would be pretty damn good. Most demons would then parade their human around while tormenting them in whatever ways they wanted for the rest of eternity, but Azrir couldn't afford to do such a thing. A prize like you had to be kept safe, after all.

And definitely bragged about.

"Little prize, I have an offer for you," Azrir said. "I've been meaning to show you off, but I had to wait until your virginity was taken so the other demons could smell the sex on you."

"You guys can smell that?" you whimpered.

"Yes, darling. In order to show you off, I'll need to doll you up, and that means bathing you."

Gently, Azrir took you to a bathtub and drew water for you. "I am only going to use unscented soap on you so the scent of sex can still be detected," they explained, as sweat was scrubbed off you. Their hands were thorough, but not sexual, which felt like a relief. Thick, clawed hands rubbed shampoo into your hair. "You will be clean for this demonstration," Azrir said.

"Azrir, who are you going to show me off to?"

"Some of the lower demons. Winning a human spouse is a high honour for us. I want to show them what they will never have."

Humans were a status symbol? Well, that got you thinking. "Azrir, if human spouses are a status symbol, does that make me a trophy husband?" you asked.

Azrir paused, their hands temporarily freezing while soap suds latched onto their claws. "Technically, yes," they admitted.

"Well, Azrir, if I'm really going to be paraded around as your little trophy, then I should get some sort of reward. After all, I have to be actually tempting for this to work."

Azrir forced themselves not to laugh. Here you were, negotiating your way through their own display while being bathed like a show dog. "Very well, Y/N. What are your demands?"

"First, I want to be able to shapeshift on command, too. My family has a tendency of looking for me, and I don't want to be recognisable. Second, curse Damian into compulsively sucking his thumb explicitly while he is trying to be intimidating or cause pain."

"Consider both of those things done, little prize," Azrir said.

"Also, when we get back, I'm going to drink a cup of sex potion, tie you to the headboard, and top you like it's my only reason for existing."

Azrir's mouth curled into a large smirk. "Deal, little human. Now, put on this outfit and let's go taunt some grunts."

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The outfit Azrir picked out for you was merely a shirt that went halfway down your thighs with the words "AZRIR'S PRIZE" written on the front. "I don't have to remember lines, do I?" you asked.

"No, Y/N," Azrir said. "I must warn you, little toy, that my hands are often going to . . . have a little fun with you, but nothing too far. Just enough to torment those peons."

"I can live with that," you said, as Azrir hoisted you over their shoulder and began to take you to the ring of lust.

You were ogled a lot. You grew up not drawing much attention while with humans, but here, you were drooled over. You really were a prize.

"Give us a piece," a demon growled, reaching towards you. Azrir grabbed their hand between theirs and squeezed it, hard.

"Touch this human, and I shall eat you," they hissed. Demons fled. Azrir took you off their shoulder and cooed at you. "You poor thing, that must have been a nasty thing to see. There, there, I'm here."

You arrived in the ring of lust and met two demons that were significantly smaller than Azrir. "Azrir, what brings you to us?" one of them asked.

"Bringing you motivation," Azrir said, showing you off with pride. "I used to be a lowly and weak demon such as yourselves, but then I toughened myself up and fought for a human spouse. This is what you can have if you work hard. A little human to do . . . this to."

Azrir's hands went up your shirt, and you stifled a yelp. "This is a bit much!" you whimpered.

"I know," Azrir taunted, grinning as the hand over your crotch got more adventurous and audacious. "Want it to stop?"

You felt dizzy, head spinning. "No, Azrir. Please keep going."

"That's what I like to hear."

"So you brought your human spouse here to . . . taunt us?" the first one asked, notes of disbelief in their voice.

"No, of course not!" Azrir lied. "This is what you could have if you applied yourself."

"If that's the case, why are you blatantly pleasuring it in front of us?"

"Because I can and he's mine. And if you just put in the effort to be stronger, you could have one."

You were going crazy. If Azrir kept going, you would legit go insane. You weren't sure whether to be relieved or annoyed when they stopped and put you back over their shoulder.

"I'll see you around, peasants," they laughed, taking you back home to your bed while groping your behind.

Once you were alone together, you were glad to remove that damn shirt. "Honey, you did so well," Azrir said, smothering you in kisses. "And now, your rewards." Azrir snapped their fingers, and changes occurred.

Your body tingled, but only temporarily and it was over so quickly. That had to be the manifestation of your powers. You only really needed to change one thing, really.

"My love, you have shapeshifted your loins," Azrir said, looking down at your dick with alarm.

"All the better for pleasuring you with," you said, as you got yourself the lube and a cup of aphrodisiac.

Your mother screamed with pain as the scoreboard went up again. "WHY ISN'T THAT DEMON GETTING OFF OF MY SON?" she screamed.

"They can't. Your son is on top of the demon, and having a lot of fun with it," one of the demons said.

Limbs were sawed off again, and your mother screamed. "MAKE IT STOP!"

"We can't. It's honestly entertaining," another demon said. "Azrir knows what they're doing."

The numbers on the scoreboard spun again, and your mother's blood spurted in celebration.

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sugdendingle · 1 day ago

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Some thoughts about today's ep:

Not surprised about Aaron saying the bs he did because he's going to try his damnedest to push Rob away for a bit. He's still too scared of getting hurt again to let him back in yet.

Why is everyone acting like Robert is some kind of women beater because he hit Vic? He didn't even know what he was doing when he did it. He was literally asleep and thought he was still having to defend himself against god knows what from prison when Vic tried to wake him. And like I said I know Aaron is just saying whatever he can to keep Rob at a distance so I'm not bothered by most of it but it was still messed up of him to call Vic a casualty of Rob. Like does Aaron not remember punching Rob square in the face on his first day out of prison?

Why do people keep telling Rob he doesn't belong in the village? He was born and raised there. He was there before all of them. Before Aaron. Before Vic and definitely before John (who I'm still skeptical of whether or not he's really even a Sugden). It's not like he went to jail for committing some awful crime against some beloved member of the village. He went to jail for attacking the man who r*ped his sister. Emmerdale is Robert's home and he deserves to be there just as much as any of them more even in some ways.

I laughed so loud when Rob grabbed that guy he met up with and planted one on him solely because he saw Aaron coming.😂 And you know Aaron was jealous about it too because he couldn't stand to look at Rob kissing someone else (especially another guy).

I hate that they gave Robert a storyline with a guy who drugged him with the intention to r*pe him. I mean I'm thankful it didn't go further than it did but still. With how the Rebecca stuff was swept under the rug I wish they would have just avoided at storyline like that all together.

I'm wondering what John's next plan is. We know Rob isn't getting killed off so I assume John is going to try and play the hero. I assume he's going to tell Aaron he rescued Rob and do whatever he can to make Rob look like the bad guy. I seriously can't wait for everyone to find out what a pos John is.

#emmerdale #robron #rr062425 #rr*#tw: sa

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vivicawrites · 3 days ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen app headcannons

✧ Nanami only had a work phone until you convinced him to get one for himself. He has mainly all default apps except for skype and some other work related things.

✧ He does have some social media apps, but he NEVER posts. He’s definitely one of those people who don’t put their face out there no matter what. (except if you want to post a picture of the two of you together on your own account) In the very rare instance where he comments on a post, it would be a thumbs up emoji or a very short comment with no more than three words maximum.

✧ He has Reddit, but he only downloaded it for the baking subreddit’s and the occasional advice posts. He doesn’t have any games on his phone and on several occasions had to delete random mobile games that Gojo downloaded on his phone to mess with him. One time, Gojo downloaded a cat related game similar to candy crush and Nanami never deleted it. He’s #8 on the billboard for top players.

✧ For specific social medias, he most likely has a facebook and instagram. He rarely uses either apps and when he does it’s all cute animal videos and those satisfying videos like power washing or things fitting perfectly into place.

☆ Gojo’s has so many mobile games on his phone that it makes his home screen look like it has malware. A few minutes on his phone will burn your hand from how much it heats up. He will have the stupidest shit on his phone like “Amazing Rope Hero Spider Game 2!” or some other knockoff game. He plays a game maybe twice before downloading another one and never playing again.

☆ He has all of the popular social media accounts. This guy is CHRONICALLY online. He’ll make an obscure internet reference and then sulks when no one understands what the hell he’s talking about. He has so much brainrot he might as well be a zombie. He posts so many different things that it gives his followers whiplash. He’ll go from a thirst trap to a mukbang where he eats enough food to send the average person into a cardiac arrest. He participated in the Devious Lick trend and isn’t allowed in the staff break room anymore after stealing the cabinets and counters that were bolted into the wall.

☆ He has a youtube channel solely dedicated to messing with everyone. He posts clickbait titles like “PRANKING MY STUDENTS CHALLENGE GONE WRONG! (MAHORAGA GOT SUMMONED) 😱😱😱🔥💯🔥🔥”

☆ He comments on all your posts immediately after you post them. He’ll say something like “UR SO PRETTY🩷🩷!!! ARE U SINGKE 🥺🥺” even though you’re already dating him. He spells things wrong all the time too. His keyboard even autocorrects to the misspelled word because it happens so often. He made you match your profile pictures so that your hand and his hand make a heart.

★ He has an alt account where he keeps tabs on Geto. He likes all of his posts and stalks his reposts. Since Geto has a large following on his twitter, he’ll message him because he knows he won’t see. It’s mainly ‘I miss you’ and talking about his day, but some times he’ll type ‘I love you’ and quickly delete it.

♡ Geto uses his phone, but not that often. He isn’t like Nanami, but he isn’t glued to his phone like Gojo is either. He doesn’t have any games on his phone, but he has animal crossing on his 3DS and has created a segregated neighborhood. He’s not good at video games, so he doesn’t play any. His phone is surprisingly empty besides a few social media accounts and Life 360 for you and his daughters.

♡ He has twitter and posts about his views on the world and since everyone who uses that app has terrible judgement, it’s easier for him to recruit members. Sometimes he forgets that people on social media are non sorcerers, so he’ll like a post or a video and then immediately unlike it when he remembers that they’re monkeys. He doesn’t want you on social media and has tried to convince you several times to delete all of your apps. He acts like a helicopter parent sometimes.

♥︎ He sees Gojo’s messages, but never replies to them. He doesn’t know what to say.

꩜ Toji can’t afford anything besides a flip phone. If he does get one, he’ll use it to scam. He heard about only fans, but thought that it was below him and assumed he wouldn’t be paid much. He gave in a month later after overhearing about how much people make. He doesn’t show his face and only does solo videos. He got to #1 on the male category within a month.

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elgascreamslikehell · 2 days ago

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I'm still going)

Btw mostly cause someone still likes what I'm doing - thanks guys you have no idea how much it helps rn. Lots of love

Still won't be tagging anybody but if you want to be tagged next time - give me a sign

Oh, no. I lied. I need to tag at least one person cause if not for them - it would have been deadly angst but i promised @steadfastsaturnsrings it would have happy ending and I'm still aiming there

‘Hello?’ Maddie doesn't like late phone calls. She had enough of that so she knows it's usually not the good calls. Especially from her brother ‘Maddie… it's me’- okay, it is her brother so at least he's alive and most probably well as he can be - she remembers clearly how drunk he was at the party ‘Hi Buck. Why do you call in the middle of the night? Something wrong?’ - there's a big pause on the line like they were disconnected but then she hears him again ‘I’m not sure but.. i think i might have made a huge mistake and… i need to talk to someone usually I call Eddie…’ - ‘Please don't. Last time you called him drunk it was a disaster and…’- ‘That’s not the point. Or is that? I mean you're right I'm still drunk but I started to recall something from today's evening and.. i kinda kissed him. I'm not sure it wasn't a sick dream but i think i remember this…’ ‘You did what?!’- Maddie sits on the bed basically screaming and definitely wakes up Chim - he yawns and starts questioning but Maddie’s just shushing him ‘Can you please take a step back and.. explain?!’ - she covers her phone and quietly explains the situation to her husband which causes a huge ‘he did WHAT?!’ and her shushing him again - ‘Sorry Evan so you were saying… please tell me you’re exaggerating and it was not..’ - ‘It was. I still can feel it. I kissed him. And… Well, you know Sam told me that Eddie has a crush on me and that's specifically why he put me in his will and… well. He's not.’ - ‘Why can i hear your disappointment right now? And… really, you could’ve just asked him?!’ - ‘I did! He said no. So I needed to check cause…’- ‘Cause, apparently, Eddie lies to you on a daily basis?’ - ‘Well, no. Actually..he doesn't lie to me. But… I mean… I…’ - ‘Evan Buckley!’ - ‘I kinda hoped he does...’ Maddie sights. ‘Buck, you know.. you were wrong. You need to apologise’ - ‘I don't want to! I want… I…’- ‘But first of all you need to sober up. We'll talk in the morning, go to bed. Don't call Eddie!’ She cancels the call and sights again. Looks at her husband - Chimney is on his phone. ‘Chim, tell me you didn't text Eddie, it's the middle of the night and..’ - ‘And he said there's absolutly noting to takl baut what makes me think there is something to talk about and Bobby would be devastated by his team trying to drown themselves in the liquor bottle’ *** He still fucking feels it. He shouldn't. He brushed his teeth like a dozen times and basically he drank the whole Jack Daniels bottle he shouldn't feel anything but still he feels..it. Buck's lips on his lips Buck's taste in his mouth his smell his pulse it's a disaster It wasn't even a real kiss right it was a test Apparently it was God who tests him Apparently he failed drastically

And now it won't be a secret anymore cause Buck is the biggest chatterbox. Oh, no. Chimney is. Whatever. Eddie's head starts to hurt but it's kinda relieving. He wants to feel anything else. Pain will do. Hell he hates Evan Buckley right now Hell he's lying right now.

#eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #ryu is writing stuff

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honeyhonest · 16 hours ago

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I've been thinking about how some of the twst guys are either discovering (by coming at nrc) or shall never ever know what porn is and it's very funny in my head; from what I've been told by friends who were in my highschool's dorms, poor Riddle and Azul definitely got unwillingly exposed to it while doing room rounds; the tweels are freaks and unlimited internet access once on land means it probably took them less than a month to find out that wow humans take videos of themselves doing that huh; kalim probably has a childproofed browser; Malleus, Sebek, and Silver are NEVER ever in a situation where they could find out and shall go back to briar valley and remain blissfully ignorant their whole lives; meanwhile Lilia found out while downloading mods and texture packs, did a hard double take on the adds, clicked because he didn't know yet what internet scams and viruses are, and also had the same revelation that Wow humans take videos of themselves doing that. Then proceeded to spend his evening giggling, looking it up to check how freaky humans could get. Probably never watches porn after that, unless he's curious about specific kinks he learns of later on while hanging out on game forums, anyway it's always only to learn/giggle at it. These are my headcanons

wait can I do headcanons for all the third years!!! and fellow and crowley. I might actually have something to say about this

trey - stumbled across it while looking for recipes online (googled "cream pie", forgot to add the space), didn't stick with him. imagination user. could probably do scary masturbatory things with his UM. knows of porn, doesn't need it, not curious. not for moral reasons, it's just... again the magic thing

cater - I agree with every single take that he jerks off to magicam model's swimsuit pics. yep, the airbrushed filtered shit. stuff that idia (our resident femcel enjoyer) would shudder in fear at the very thought of. no taste for porno, watched some with old friends but didn't get into it. I don't think caycay has much of a libido so he mostly jerks off to let off steam

leona - leona is a rational guy, from the moment he figured out sex and figured out the internet he could put two-and-two together. does he watch it? no. thinks it's unrealistic and tacky. he has CLASS, thank you. he also doesn't really have a high libido, IMO

rook - actually, same as leona. power of deduction! likes amateur porn but doesn't actually get off to it. just sort of... enjoys watching it? reads erotica and commissions a lot of bizarre RPF fetish art in his spare time

vil - accidentally put on one of the X-rated movies his dad produced (HE WAS NOT IN IT), decided he'd seen enough of THAT! jk lol, he probably gets antsy watching the occasional very well-shot softcore sex scene in movies. can maintain an air of indifference, though. secretly enjoys whatever the twst-equivalent of 50 shades is

idia - idk, you know I'm going to say it's hentai and weird deviantart fetish stuff, there's nothing more to add. he's been online for a loooong time. he's like the opposite of cater: (irl) smooth, airbrushed, clean women freak him out, he can't get hard to that

malleus - has never seen porn and has no intention to. I DO think he knows of it (he goes to an all-boys school, after all) but he has no interest in watching two or more people he doesn't know have sex. it just doesn't make sense to him

lilia - will answer this in the next ask!

rollo - almooost the same as malleus, BUT he has watched a few videos out of curiosity, got aroused, felt sick to his stomach, and then quickly repressed the guilt of that by knitting for six hours straight or something. he comes back to porn every once in a while; he likes solo masturbation stuff because it feels less intense

fellow - who even knows how he found out, not even he can remember. he likes the magazine kind, less of a hassle for him, more fun to jerk off on the toilet with

crowley - one time saw a half-naked woman in a vintage drawing and almost passed out

#✧˖°.asks

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blackcatxmagic · 3 days ago

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Tripps just had a way of making him feel better. Winter continued to laugh as the other man kept coming up with different words to describe the whole situation, and the man was right - Winter's options were either to laugh or to cry. Right now, it felt so much better to do the former, to just lean in to the absurd humor of it. Even so, there was still something sad about the way he smiled at Tripps when he called it devastating because genuinely it was. And it felt more so now that Winter knew all of this was his fault. But still, it didn't feel as heavy as it usually did, and Winter knew that was because of Tripps, not just because of what he was saying. It was like the man's mere presence here was helping Winter carry this burden, and it felt nice to have the help. "Hasn't killed me yet," Winter repeated, though he emphasized the last word. "There's still time." But he was just joking, laughing again and grinning at his friend.

Like Tripps, Winter got more comfortable in bed, moving to sit next to him, leaning against him a little. It felt nice being like this with Tripps, comfortable. Since the accident, Winter thought this was probably the first time he'd had a guy in his bed - and if it wasn't, he'd forgotten. Leaning against Tripps, Winter said, "It's okay. I do have them here, they're out back, but I'm not going to make you go out there if you don't want to. I know some people are creeped out by them." He rested his hand on Tripps's thigh, which felt like the most natural thing in the world, and maybe it was because Winter's body was remembering how it had felt to touch Tripps, like muscle memory. If that were the case, then it must have been incredible with Tripps, which Winter thought just might be the case; Tripps was super hot, and it felt like he would be great in bed, definitely memorable for someone without terrible memory issues. Winter thought the only reason he'd forgotten had been because all of that had happened before his spell. Despite his memory issues now, Winter knew he wouldn't have forgotten Tripps - that wasn't really how it worked now with his memory. "I won't take any money for my work," Winter argued. "I like doing it. Why would I take money for doing something I love? And besides, I like doing nice things for my friends." Then he looked at Tripps, adding, "If you wanted to, there are other ways you could pay me." He smirked, but then his eyes widened as he realized how that sounded. "That really sounded like I was asking for sex in exchange, didn't it?" he asked with a nervous laugh. "I meant like...spending time with me." He supposed sex was a way to spend time together, but that hadn't been exactly what Winter had meant.

Laughing, Winter replied, "I didn't make the connection, but now I like it even more. What does that make you though?" He looked at Tripps, trying to decide, and finally he said, "You strike me as a Tigger. You've got that same energy. So maybe I should call you that." Winter wasn't sure if he were actually going to, but it was a cute idea. Smiling at the other man, Winter shrugged, and he responded, "What can I say? I've apparently got a weakness for charming, confident men who also happen to be incredibly hot. Like top tier hot, seriously." What was the point of denying that? However, Winter was quick to clarify, "Your hotness isn't why I like you though. It's just a bonus."

Winter let himself be pulled into Tripps lap, which caused a sudden surge of heat to rush through him, memories of that night together rushing back now. It had been like this before, hot and needy, and Winter kissed Tripps even more desperately as his hands roamed around under the other man's shirt. But then Tripps jolted, and Winter pulled back, eyes wide. Had he hurt the man somehow? "Are you okay?" he asked, but then Tripps explained, and Winter felt a little better knowing he hadn't done anything. "I get it," Winter replied. "Can I see it? It's okay if not. I know you might want to wait until it's done." Winter was curious, but he respected Tripps's decision. His hand continued to move around under Tripps's shirt, gently though, and finally it came to rest on his chest. "I just really like touching you," he said, no longer feeling self-conscious about how much he wanted Tripps. "That's okay," he told the other man. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

He was losing himself in the other man, and Winter moaned softly against Tripps's lips when the man slid his hand into his the back of his pants, grabbing his ass. "You drive me wild," Winter said softly, though his voice dripped with desire. "I don't think I stood a chance that night." Though Winter knew he was the one who'd probably pushed for it them, or at least initiated it. Kissing Tripps again, Winter moved his hand out from under Tripps's shirt, and this time he removed his own. "You can keep yours on, but...I'm not going to do the same," he told Tripps, suddenly nervous and more than a little self-conscious. "I know I don't look as good as you do," he said quietly.

"I wouldn't say ridiculous," he advised softly, watching in some fascination as Winter considered his situation and how futile it appeared. "Overwhelming? Prodigious? Colossal? Staggering? Devastating?" As he ticked off words that came to mind, Tripps' began to gently rub the other man's arm, perhaps in a way to soothe him even as Winter disintegrated into a fit of borderline hysterical laughter. That's what Tripps recognized it as, in his eyes. This wasn't true humor, this wasn't Winter genuinely laughing because there was nothing else he could do but make fun of it. No, these giggles came from some deeper, almost deranged part of the man where his choices were either to laugh, or cry. Tripps suspected Winter may have already done plenty of crying over it. "It's real shitty," he went on, joining in anyway, the two of them laughing off the anxieties. "That's a good way of seeing it," he agreed, once their laughter settled down. "Hasn't killed you yet, can only make you stronger."

Tripps picked up their juices and set them aside on the nightstand, so they could get more comfortable, leaning back against the headboard. "Generations of beekeepers, oh boy," he chuckled to himself, shaking his head to imagine it. "So, you've got the suckers here on property somewhere, don't you?" he questioned lightly, smirking to himself as he thought of how much he was toying with his own life. One tiny prick and he could be a goner, if he didn't get to that epipen in the car fast enough. Those bees were out there in the yard somewhere, just buzzing around. "Sorry, I know you're probably excited to share with people," he said, continuing to caress Winter's arm. "I hate bugs, insects..." Tripps even gave minor shiver at the thought of them. "Anything with the creepy crawly legs, especially ones that can bite or sting you." This wasn't a lie, he was afraid of bugs and insects, for these reasons. But it wasn't just because they were creepy crawlies. Some of them could cause substantial damage to someone like him, so he should be wary of them. Maybe he'd tell Winter about it at some point, when he's gotten a better read of how the man would take it. He didn't want to look weak right now, he liked the way Winter was looking at him like he was the best invention since sliced bread. "I'd like to pay you for it, though," Tripps told him, squeezing his arm lightly, "you should get paid for hard work."

An easy smile came to his lips. "Yeah? I just thought of it, actually. Cause you know who likes honey? Winnie the Pooh, and well, the whole bee thing, y'know." Tripps thought it'd been a clever choice, anyway! He only nodded as Winter assured that he was okay, just remembering something, and didn't press further. "I think you kinda just like me in general," Tripps risked, teasing, trying not to sound too pompous and full of himself, but if his feet were to the coals, he'd definitely lean that direction. "I'll write it down for you myself," he promised.

It'd been a couple of years, but this was a familiar situation all the same. Tripps could remember Winter kissing him like this at that party, everything heady and urgent, as they tugged at each other. It was like that now, too, their mouths fighting for dominance, pawing at each other. At least, until Winter somehow got a hand up under his shirt and accidentally scraped fingers along a particularly sensitive area. "Ahh," Tripps' exhaled sharply against Winter's lips, leaning backwards, grabbing at the hand touching over his bare chest, "go easy, okay?" His head dropped back, laughing to himself, because it'd been too easy to forget about that issue because it didn't hurt when he left it alone. "I'm uh, in the process of getting a new tattoo," he explained then, reaching out to take the man by his hips and drag him forward, right into his lap, both arms snaking around him snugly. "It's just the outline right now, but it's still fresh, got it a few days ago, so it's starting to peel and itch a lot," Tripps went on, busying himself with planting hot, firm kisses along the base of Winter's throat. "May be a good idea I keep my shirt on, so we don't cause any damage to it." A hand slipped into the back of Winter's pants, to grab a handful of bare cheek, giving it a brazen squeeze. His mouth found Winter's again for another lingering kiss, only pausing to ask against them, "Is that cool?"

Tripps was glad to have the excuse, actually. He didn't like having anyone seeing him fully naked, if he could avoid it.

#interaction*#interactions: winter #winter & tripps #Q

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