#sorry it took me so long to get to this work wore me tf out lmao
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more trans eddie thoughts:
he's constantly getting into it with teachers who say transphobic shit and/or misgender him, which is (part of) why he's been held back so many times
he got into dnd rly young, before he'd figured his shit out completely, but that first time playing was a massive eye-opener because the character he created was a guy & for ~some reason~ ppl using he/him to talk about him was kinda awesome
his bandmates were the first people he told when he came up with his new name
he likes having his hair long, but for some reason tying it back makes him dysphoric
EEEEEEEE!!!!
Oh for sure, he's probably gotten more detentions than he could count just standing up for himself, much to his uncles complaints to the school. And first days are his worst nightmare, which is why when he finds out he's being held back for the first time he nearly has a full on breakdown in his room.
Because he can't do that again, can't go through the embarrassment of correcting his teachers on the first day, hearing all the kids laugh at him, the soft whispers of "freak" from the back of the room. Can't take the constant misgendering and dead naming from everybody, even those trying their best to understand his "situation" as they called it. Couldn't take another year of wondering if the people who were actually nice to him, of which there were very few, were being genuine or just putting on a facade to back stab him later. He couldn't play the constant cat and mouse game anymore and told himself he wouldn't
And, yet, at the beginning of August he found himself back, sitting at the same old wooden desk, attached to what he swore was a chair designed to be uncomfortable, listening as the teacher went down the list of names. Every name closer to his making him feel more and more sick to his stomach.
Joshua Miller...
Ashley Moore...
Caroline Munson?
It was as if Eddie could feel his heart stop in his chest, fist clenching as he grit out a firm, "Eddie." And to his surprise the whispers didn't sound as deafening as they did the year before, so powerful.
"Pardon?" his teacher questioned, looking on at him with confusion. And instead of cowardly mumbling his name again he said it with pride, "It's Eddie." he looked up, making sure to make eye contact with the stout woman standing before him, "Not Caroline," he grit with enough attitude to make her cock an eyebrow at him. But, to his delight she didn't dwell on it further, just gave him a semi-judgmental up and down, made a note on her roll sheet and moved on.
'86, maybe it really was his year.
OKAY I LOVE THIS BECAUSE THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I DO 😭 Not only does he give all of his DnD characters he/him pronouns, but by any means possible he will make them as strong as he possibly can, even if it means they're dumb as a rock because hearing the amount of hit damage he does to whatever villain they may be fighting, especially if it's the fatal blow always makes him feel so euphoric and happy. Especially the way everyone looks at him and cheers for him like he's some kind of hero. I also hc that his first character would be a Shifter idk why 🤷🏻♂️
YES!!! I also think they would be the first people he comes out to after his uncle, of course. And I think they would have a lot of questions but would wholeheartedly support him. Really, even after Eddie came out nothing would change between him and his band, he would just be "one of the guys", like he'd always been, and that's what be loved about them, they never treated him differently. But I honestly think they would love his name and the reasoning behind it. They would definitely think it's "metal" and would grin and laugh out of excitement for him, some even calling him lucky that he got to pick his own name and Eddie telling them not to push it with a soft smile. And one of them would definitely be disappointed they didn't pick his name even if in the back of his mind Eddie is thinking about how dumb of a name it was he wouldn't have the heart to tell them that.
Okay, I feel like this is so true and I just feel it. I think that when Eddie ties his hair back it makes him look more feminine and draws more attention to the "softness" of his face which everyone he asks swears doesn't exist, but he swears up and down that having his hair up just brings out his more feminine features so he never wears his hair down. But shit happens and things change. That "shit happening" happening to be the stuff with the upside down and that "change" being him not wanting to fight interdimensional with hair in his eyes if he can help it. So, he borrows a hair tie from Robin and smacks the hell out of some demobats. And almost the second they're done he starts taking it down but not before Steve cam stop him.
"Woah, dude, what're you doing, what if they come back," Steve exclaimed, shaming Eddie for his lack of readiness and quick relaxation.
But Eddie just shrugged, not giving much thought to it, "Don't like it," he explains simply, taking his hair down and shaking it out, adjusting it like it wasn't just going to get fucked up all over again.
Steve shook his head, "your funeral, Munson," he sighed, picking his ore up off of the ground.
"Wouldn't expect you to understand anyways, Steve."
#going feral currently#sorry it took me so long to get to this work wore me tf out lmao#Eddie Munson#Trans Eddie Munson#Stranger Things
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I AM FINALLY HERE OMG so sorry for the long time waiting feedback/comment on CAPTAIN'S LOG ahem
And you did not want to be caught in the mess of policemen shining flashlights into mascara stained faces.
LMFAO I'LL BE HONEST been there before LOLOL minus the mascara stained faces fhnjkdasfdjskasjkd
“I think you have a problem, another weekend like this and you’re going to have to pay for my liver transplant,” you said to Yunjin when you returned.
OMG me to my friends back then when they would party every weekend jhdsadjskaajksd i'd get a text every Thursday, "wanna drink this weekend?" i had to start lying to stay home lmao
“Oh, sorry babe - didn’t see you there,” snickered one of the boys.
BABE? I'M ABOUT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE GUT RN DHJSAKHDJAK
Seeing him up close, there was no point in denying that he was cute, especially with the furrow in his brow he wore due to the thought of his friends.
the way i fangirled and gushed because his brows furrowing BYE
your internal facepalm for trying to make a pass at the cute boy from the circ desk
ASDFGHJK GIRRRRRRRRRRRRL SMOOTH but too soon
He smiled, and leaned in closer to make sure you heard each other, “Library, right?”
THIS AINT EVEN SUNGHOON AND I STILL BLUSHED BYE
You cringed seeing the line of people all waiting for the bathroom.
THE TRUTH IN THIS OMG
You turned around to meet eyes with Sunghoon’s neck, he was awfully close. He took a half step back upon seeing your surprised eyes, but gave you a smile.
OH MY GOD SGFDHAJDAJKSDK i would have freaked tf out and probably pee in my pants right then and there lolol
His white shirt was loosely buttoned, revealing several inches of his chest, his skin smooth. Sunghoon leaned down to whisper, “If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” He smelled strongly of coconut rum, explaining his boldness.
THE WAY I LET OUT A GOD DAMN SHRIEKING SCREAM! DGHJSAKHDJKASH GOODBYE SUNGHOON I AM LEAVING
10:10 - LADIES SHOT HAHA
IDK WHY BUT I LAUGHED SO LOUD AT THIS HAHAHAHA
11:12 pm - FUCK I MISSED 11:11, but I still wish for pu$$y
WHO WROTE THIS? JAKE? LMAOOOOOO i am fucking wheezing byeeeeeeeeeee
11:30 pm please I beg of a crumb of puss for my boy Jay please add him on snap here: jjongseong420
NOT THE 420 HAHAHAHAHAHA i am crying WHO MADE THIS LOG? this is way too funny oh lord
Sunghoon didn’t take the hint and laughed out loud, “Holy shit, was that Heeseung?”
NAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR DHJSAKHDJAKSHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY EYES
“I know our hockey team is mostly composed of skinny boys, which is already unusual… But you?” Your eyes traced down his slim figure, “A coach?”
and the roasting begins LOLOL i freaken let out an ugly ass laugh on this part. WORTH ROASTING
“Damn, I didn’t think you could get any hotter,” you blurted out, honestly surprised. Usually you’d feel at least some regret admitting that, but the way Sunghoon’s ears burned red? Priceless.
WHAT A PUNK DHJASKDHAJKSHSA I LOVE THIS
It was he who made the first move, his hand pressing lightly on your thigh as he leaned towards you. You fluttered your eyes shut, fully anticipating his lips against yours, only to open your eyes in confusion a few seconds later after nothing. He was biting his lip to not burst out laughing, his hand now stroking the top of your thigh. “Sorry, I just- it’s fun to tease.”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IM GONNA PUNCH THIS ASSHOLE LMAO HOW DID I KNOW IT WAS GONNA BE FAKE AND IT IS! PARK SUNGHOON, COME HERE YOU DICK!
“Be careful. The people under the balcony might hear you.”
“Jeez, Sunghoon, are you an exhibitionist or something?” You teased.
EXACTLY! STFU, SUNGHOON! GIRL, GET YO MAN!
And as you felt his fingers slip inside of you, the door swung open, another busy pair of bodies stumbling towards the bed. And, obviously in the darkness, you screamed, but so did Sunghoon. And so did the other couple. “Wait… Sunghoon?” The guy said, his voice sounding surprised and almost proud?
DGHJAKSHDJKASHAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IM SORRY BUT THE WAY I FUCKING LAUGHED AGAIN omg i need water. im choking
He chuckled too, thankful you were nonchalant about everything, and leaned down to kiss you again.
awwww T_T not a soft lil kiss. dont hurt me like this.
2:02a - LOL YO SUNGHOON VIRGINITY IS NO MORE! VIRGIN
2:20am - ^ NO FUCKIN WAY HOON???
2:33 am - ^ IT WAS ME I TOOK IT LOL -JAKE
WAIT THE SHOE NOT THE VIRGINITY
VIRGIN?! JAKE! AHHAHAHAHHAHA THIS GETS FUNNIER OMG i cant right now. my stomach is hurting hdjaskdhjaskhdsjka
“See you at the HYB house tonight? I’ll make sure there's enough Malibu,” he flashed you a vague smile and walked off.
STFU JAKE HDSJAHDSAKS you lil shit omg imma fight him
“Can’t you just pass the door guy a couple bills and call it a night?”
“Bitch, I’m literally broke. If they say no, I’ll just sneak in from the side.”
ahhhh sneaking in minors... dhsajdhajk the good old days LOL omg never again!!! ahahahahhahaha
Sunghoon nodded. “Yes, mommy,” he visibly cringed as you blinked at him. “Ugh, sorry, the pledges have to call the girls that tonight.” He turned around to pour your drink. You, too, turned to look the other way.
THE WAY I CRINGED IM SORRY SUNGHOON. DHJASKHAHAHAHAHA
He was so good-looking, even from behind.
the way that i've been crying to my friends about his back shots from the fansites all morning oh gawd
You thought to yourself, now am I getting laid?
GIRL! WE MUST STAY FOCUS.
The sirens in your head went off again as he slid an arm under you, pulling your heavy head against his chest.
WEEWOOWEEWOO I NEED WATER ASAP
Sunghoon mumbled, “You okay? Need water?” He was aimlessly scrolling through his front page of Netflix.
YES
Sunghoon climbed on top of you, lightly pinning your wrists against his sheets.
THE HAND WRESTLING TO THIS? #TEAMFERAL
“If this is all you want from me, I can’t do that.” He said seriously. “I don’t want to just hook up with you, plus you drank too much.”
awwww women respecter frfr omg imma go cry buckets of ice cream brb
Eventually agreeing on watching Saiki K
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I FUCKING LOVE SAIKI K AND HIS WEEB ASS WOULD WATCH THIS. ALL I GOTTA SAY IS, SAIKI IS JUNGWON LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sunghoon dipped his face deeper into your hair and neck, with a soft groan as if to shut you up.
SCREAMING! SUNGHOON, CHILL I NEED TO BREATHE
Maybe Sunghoon was a green flag.
I READ THIS LINE RIGHT HERE and Shoutout CAME ON MY PLAYLIST bye i am leaving this sunghoon fandom rn
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH EM! THIS WAS SO GOOD. LIKE SO FREAKEN GOOD. i am crying buckets of tears. like T_T it was so sweet. SUNGHOON, GREEN FLAG, EVERYWHERE!!!! The way he's like "can we not hook up?" T-T ANYTHING FOR YOU, STUPID! and how he made her drink water to sober her up so no headache will happen in the morning. THE WAY HE DIDNT CARE IF SHE STANK because oh gawd im always like OOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFF DJSAKHDSJAKHSKA T-T ugh Shoutout started playing and now im crying lmao my emotions are all over the place. this is so beautiful <3
GENIE AHHHH THANK YOUUU
HAHAHA i was so excited to hear your thoughts and you didn’t disappoint 🥺 IM SPOILED! a whole essay indeed <3
im so glad you enjoyed it! i was going in between if i wanted to actually make sunghoon a fuck boy but i just couldnt - hes too soft ;(
and thank you for pointing out some of my favorite lines too HAHA your commentary is so fucking funny - much of this fic was my recounting of silly party moments of mine too
thank you so much, it means a lot <3
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♱ Desc: Holiday shopping has to be the worst. Though, it doesn’t seem so bad when you get stuck in front of a handsome stranger with a baby.
♱ Pairing: Eren x AFAB! Reader
♱ Content: Unestablished relationship, car sex
♱ Content Warning: Unprotected sex, pet names, breeding kink, minimal prep, cream pie, rough sex, pregnancy kink
♱ Word Count: 4710
a/n yeah i’m back lol. i didn’t feel like capitalizing so um my bad but yolo bc who tf cares. made this in a day, idk why. but eren is 😽😽😽so yeah.
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christmas shopping a week before christmas day was always hell. long lines, rude people, whining children. the list for what makes the experience hell goes on for miles. all stores were packed, shelves of the most popular holiday gifts were nearly empty. your stress level was at an all time high just because of this. you had a love-hate relationship with the holiday season, but at this very moment the love in love-hate was close to vanishing.
you rushed to the shortest line you spotted. quick steps after the other, you nearly trip over nothing just so you’d get out of the living hell you were in right now. your feet were on fire, back aching and the temperature seemed to rise just when someone lined up behind you.
it seemed as if you were aging with all these symptoms rushed gift shopping was giving you.
a sense of relief fills your body as you rest against an unopened register. with all these people you wondered why they weren’t all open. with heavy lids, you close your eyes. a nap sounds about right for you.
and just like that, you snapped out of your peaceful two second snooze. a baby starts crying. you squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that maybe, just maybe that would make the child fall asleep. of course that wouldn’t work.
you open your eyes to find a very, very handsome man attempting to calm their baby down. he was tall, clad in a gray hoodie and jeans. he wore a baseball cap, makin it difficult to see his face, but with a few more side eyes as he’s bending low to coo at the child, you catch a glimpse of his face. his features are sharp, those of ones that would be on the face of a model. and his eyes, they were a piercing emerald green with shades of turquoise.
he must’ve felt you staring at him, because he looks up and makes direct eye contact with you, “sorry.” he apologizes, offering you a grin which flashes his pearly white teeth. christ, his canines were sharp. “he usually stops crying after he gets his pacifier, i don’t know why he’s still going.”
“oh!” you can't believe he caught you looking at him. slapping your palm over your forehead, you rub your temples, “i-i wasn't looking because of-” your cheeks grow hot, body temperature increasing as he chuckles at you stumbling over your words, “maybe he’s hungry.” changing the subject before you could embarrass yourself even more, you fix your posture, licking at your lips while staring at the stranger.
the corners of his lips pull into a charming smirk. one that’ll make any girl fall on her knees, or faint dramatically with the back of their hand on their forehead. either way, he was a sight to see.
“yes.” his voice is low as he rocks on his heels along with the stroller, “he probably does.”
the child is crying, even louder this time. the stranger took to their last resort. you look away, trying your best to keep your eyes off of him as he takes his child out of the stroller and into his arms. he begins to shush the baby, bouncing him on his hip to stop the crying.
you’re looking at him again, “your son looks just like you.” you attempt to make small talk, refusing to let a chance with this insanely attractive stranger with a baby leave from your grasp. it’s a ridiculous thing to say when you haven’t even looked at the kid, but now that you are, you couldn’t lie, they really do look a lot alike. his baby couldn’t be a day over a year old, maybe even younger, but their features were already easy to spot some similarities with.
for example, their eyes were both the same color.
“oh, uh-” it seems like he’s about to say something else, “yeah, yeah i get that a lot.” he laughs lowly, throwing his head back as he pats the baby’s back
you guessed that something good did come out ofshopping today.
suddenly, the light from the cash register you were leaning against turned on. today was your lucky day after all. as you put your items down, you wondered if maybe you’ll see this handsome stranger around again. in hopes that you would, you paid for your items, taking one last look at him and his child. this time you notice his hair was tied in a low bun.
“i’ll see you around.” you smile sweetly, grabbing your bagged items as you offer a small wave.
the handsome stranger watches as you walk away. he studies you, taking in your features the way you did with his. he had hoped you would’ve asked for his name, or you would’ve told him yours, but none of that happened.
“eren.”
he’s knocked out of his daydream, turning to find his mother. she’s placing all gift wrapping essentials onto the conveyor belt, “eren, give me your brother so you can put the rest of the stuff down.”
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all because you wanted coffee.
you’d already been home and relaxing on your couch watching a christmas special when you’d begun to crave a coffee and a pastry to go along with it.
all because you wanted coffee.
you decided to take a faster route to your sweet, sweet abode.
all because you wanted coffee.
you ran over god knows what, but whatever it was it caused you to pop your tire.
all because you wanted coffee.
you were stranded on the side of the road.
to add more fuel to the fire, your phone had also died. you were starting to think that maybe today really wasn’t your day after all as you stood on the side of the road, thumb up in hopes of a kind person to pull up and allow you to use their phone.
it was a cold night. your fingertips were freezing while you waited for your savior, but it’d already been twenty minutes and you were so close to giving up. the wind was blowing strongly tonight. to your luck, thunderstruck.
whatever higher being was up there had a personal vendetta against you. rain came pouring down, no calm drizzle, just straight to a goddamn storm. you came to the conclusion that it was time to go inside. if you stayed out longer, you’d catch a cold.
though, maybe a higher being was on your side, because just before you began to take yourself back into the warmth of your car, a faint pair of headlights could be seen through the downpour. a sigh of relief came out deeply from your lungs, you were in an unlivable nightmare and finally a chance came right into your hands.
you hoped that whoever was in that shiny black BMW wasn’t a psycho killer who preyed on people who’ve been having the shittiest day ever as they pulled over, but then again, anything is possible.
the windows of the car are darker than the color of the car itself. you knock on their window, “my tire popped.” shouting through the loud rainstorm, you knocked on their window once more, becoming impatient while getting soaked. finally, they began to roll their window down and it felt like the longest you’ve ever waited for someone to do so.
“i’m seeing you around.” the stranger.
maybe the universe had it all planned out. stuck in line with a hot stranger behind you, your tire popping and being stuck on the side of the road. the universe wanted you to meet again. it’s a delusional thought, you knew this for a fact, but maybe hidden deep in all that delusion was that it was written in the stars.
it made you feel like a little kid.
“h-hi.” you were still in shock. his eyes were even more beautiful up close. they seemed to become darker than the shade they were in the store, but it didn’t matter because they still could make you blush and trip over your tongue any time of the day, “i-i popped my tire and my phone is dead.”
his hand was still on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. he cocks his head to the side, he’s no longer wearing his baseball cap and stray hairs of his messy bun have fallen free from his bun, “get in.”
you think for a second about setting those nice leather seats in his car, but you could care less because if it took you out of the cold rain, then you’re jumping in. you’re running over the passengers door in seconds, grabbing the handle and sliding in the seat. it’s warm but you're still shivering.
“thank you.” laughing, you pat your hands dry on your pants. but it doesn’t help much since your pants are drenched along with your sweatshirt, “um, i’ll be quick with the call and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
he doesn’t speak when he hands you his phone. as you dial you wonder where his kid is at. the thought that maybe the baby is with his mother lingers in your mind, but not once did you question if this stranger was in a relationship.
during the phone call with the towing company you’re told that a tow truck wouldn’t be able to come for you in about two hours. it’s already exhausting enough thinking about waiting those two hours, but to add onto that you’d have to wait for the repairs as well.
“thank you again for letting me use your phone,” you hand back his phone, hoping that the stranger will take his eyes off the window and look at you already, “they won’t be here for another two hours, so i’ll just wait in my-”
“you can wait here,” he says, turning to you and looking up at you through his lids, “and take your sweatshirt off, you’re gonna get sick.”
the offer was a kind gesture and if you really wanted to, you would stay in the car with a handsome stranger and live out your fantasy of whatever popular romance novel you’ve recently read. you didn’t know this guy, and staying in his car was a red flag.
“i cant.”
“you will.”
“i-um, okay” you surrendered so quickly, quicker than you ever have before. sure, it could’ve been because of his looks but you also had a feeling deep down he wasn’t going to cause harm.
“where’s your baby?” you ask, making a pathetic effort to make small talk as you pulled your wet sweatshirt over your head.
he chuckles lowly at your question, “you’re not even going to ask me my name? or tell me yours?”
you blink hard at his statement. he’s right, it’s rude of you not to ask his name. you fold your sweater, giving him your name, “and yours?”
“eren.” he lifts his hips, spreading his legs wider and resting comfortably against the heated seats suggesting that he’ll be waiting for a while with you, “you can take the sweats off too.”
your taken aback at that. you think maybe he's thinking that you have shorts underneath. it’s cold right now and people wear double layers, so it’s not crazy to think that that’s why he’s saying that. it doesn’t stop your cheeks from flushing though, because you weren’t wearing any shorts underneath.
“i-i can't do that.” you avert your gaze from his, avoiding any looks that could give away what exactly was the reason you couldn’t do that.
“if it’s because you don’t want me to look at your panties, don’t worry.” oh god, this is the part where he tells you he has a girlfriend and that’s why he wouldn’t really care about that, “i have a pair of sweats in the back.”
well, there is still an open window for you.
your chest felt like it was tightening, the space around seemed to shrink and the previous comfortable seat warmer began to become way too hot for you. you had a girlish crush on this man who you got to know as eren for less than twenty-four hours, it’s so embarrassing.
“right,” he can see how flustered you are. can see the way your jaw tightens and how you keep your eyes off of his because god knows how much you’ll make a fool out of yourself if you did let yourself look his way, “let me just-” eren is stretching to reach over for something behind your seat, he’s in close proximity to you, so close you feel his hot breath hit your nape. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your skin pinpricks, “here.”a pair of gray sweats plop onto your lap. their name brand and similar to the ones he’s changed into himself.
you swallow the spit in your mouth before you speak, “can you-”
“oh! oh yeah, my bad.” eren roarates his body to face the window. he knew that by doing this it’ll make you feel more placid about changing in front of a total stranger, but he also knew that he could see your reflection on the window. the boy wasn’t perverted, he would avoid looking at you change, but his eyes would quickly flash and look at you. within those seconds he noticed your plush thighs, he wanted to rip his eyes away from you but he was stuck.
“how old is your son?” you ask, trying to make the most out of the situation but also genuinely curious. your question knocks eren from his daze. he squeezes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, “by the way, thank you.”
“he’s ten months.” the brunette's eyes are still shut when he speaks, but he slowly rotates his body back in place. you’re so polite.
your laugh is so addicting to him, “you can look now.” he opens his eyes, and you catch sight of those alluring emerald orbs again.
a silence falls between the two of you. not the awkward endless silence, but the peaceful silence. the one which you enjoy each other’s company and are serene just basking in it. the storm outside doesn’t seem as if it’ll stop anytime soon. Over the time you spent inside eren's car, the rainfall had started to come down harder. eren is resting his arm on the central console, shuffling songs on his phone while you pat your face dry with the back of your hand.
“i don’t mean to be rude,” as soon as you say that, you regret it, “but you look a little too young to be a parent already.” add a little more fuel into the fire, why don’t you?
he narrows his eyes, cocking his head towards you, “we make mistakes.” he removes his arms from the central console, running his hands through his brown locks and removing the hair tie. for a while, you see him with his hair down. quickly, he ties his hair back into a low bun, looking your way and into your eyes, “plus, he’s not my kid.”
you’re a little confused at first, but as you let the information sink in, you become embarrassed. this whole time you’d been asking about his “son” who he never addressed as his son. though, he never said he wasn’t when you constantly asked about his “son”.
“i-i am so sorry.” your mouth is agape as you await his response to your apology. he thinks that if you stayed that way a bug would fly in your mouth.
a dreamy smile paints on his lips, “don’t worry about it, i never corrected you so you're not totally at fault.”
you wonder what kind of demon possessed you to say all the things you were thinking, but they must’ve been a goddamn asshole because they were saying whatever just came to mind.
“were you using him to pick up chicks?” you throw out a joke, immediately regretting it as soon as the last few vowels slip off your tongue and past your lips.
it makes him smile wide. pearly white incisors and sharp canines are a view to stare at. his smile is contagious. you’re left flustered, and waiting for more. it’s reassuring enough to calm you down.
“yeah, you could say that.” he rasps, licking his lips wet, “and guess what?”
you mimic him, licking your lips as well. he watched you while you did so, his eyes studied your lips, then your eyes.
“what?”
“it worked.”
you scoff, shaking your head lightly at his response, “you’re so corny.”
eren rolls his pretty green eyes and you, throwing his head back and letting a smile pull at the corners of his lips again, “oh c’mon, you can't tell me it didn’t.” he juts his chin up and his eyebrows furrowed.
inhaling deeply, you let out a soft huff. avoiding the endearing look the boy was giving you. when you turn, yuh find his face inches from yours. he’s more handsome up close. those sharp features hide shadows underneath them from your view now. his eyelashes were thick, voluminous. you were jealous of him. and his eyes were canvases of cool colors. a forest of tall, towering pine trees, a clear blue lake just below. you’re mesmerized.
the air between you became thick with tension. your ears are hot, and soon blood is rushing to your cheeks and the most sensitive parts of your body.
“a little.” you mumble. your voice is barely above a chirp, but eren was able to decipher what you said.
he’s inching closer, his thick finger coming to tuck a stand of loose hair behind your ear, “are you sure?”
you hum in confirmation, nodding your head quickly. his knuckles brush your jawline, thumb coming to your chin as he cups your face into his large hands. he can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks.
“i don’t think you need a baby to pick someone up, eren.”
he loves the way you say his name. it sounds like a song on your tongue. one hell to listen to for a lifetime, one that’ll he’ll love to hear whimper, beg, moan.
your watching his eyes as they stay focused on your lips, his nostrils flare when he begins to rub your bottom lip with his thumb. their soft, not close to being chapped despite the cold winter. he imagined how they'd feel against his.
“can i kiss you now?”
of course he can. christ, of course he can.
“please.”
he seems scared at first, but soon his lips meet yours. his single hand continues to cup your face as your lips begin to message against his. your leaning against the central console, your hands coming up to his nape. the kiss is slow and innocent, but when you pull him in deeper and sink your nails into his skin, he kisses you harder. it’s breathtaking how passionately he’s kissing you now.
rain hits the windows rapidly as your kisses become more intense. you whimper in his mouth and his hand roams down your jaw, finding it’s temporary destination on your neck to tilt your head to the side. your heart is thumping against your chest, your limbs are jelly, and the oxygen is becoming limited. eren plants soft kisses on your neck, allowing you to breathe for a while. your chest rises and falls at his sweet gesture when his other hand comes to cup the other side of your jaw.
“you’re driving me to the verge of insanity.” he says your name. similar to him, you love it falling from his lips. he’s kissing your neck gently, sucking on the delicate skin as you try your best to speak yourself.
you pull him away, not far but just close enough to see his eyes, “go insane, eren.”
in a flash, you found yourself in the back seat of erens car. you wondered if this was a bad idea, that maybe you should stop it now before it goes any further, but it was too late for that. you didn’t care if you were about to fuck a complete stranger. that’s how hookups work. and in this very moment, you wanted eren more than anything. you needed eren more than anything.
it’s cramped as eren nudges your shoulder and softly pushes you onto your back. his lips meet yours again, it starts off calm and slow. he spreads your legs to rest in between them, his hand is in your hair while the other is resting on your knee rubbing circles. you’re desperate for more, you want him to be a little rough with you, but it felt like too much to ask.
your arm is on his shoulder, nails sinking into his muscle and your free hand is on his chest. his body is toned, a bit boney, but toned the most. moving your hand back and forth on his chest, you stop at the hem of his shirt.
the kiss deepens. it’s rough and hot, so intense you aching for more. you wanna shout it aloud, ‘more,more, more’ you think about what’s stopping you and there’s just about nothing.
“eren…” you whisper, your lips still pecking across his face.
“i know, baby.” he mutters, his lips ghosting over yours as he speaks, “but we need to prep you first, want me to do that for you?”
you run your hand up his shirt, nimble fingers grazing against his toned stomach, “yes, please.”
he kisses your lips before letting his hands stray away from your hair and knee. he kneels before you, his back hitting the roof of the car as both hands meet at your tummy. he feels you inhale deeply when he lifts your shirt up. your skin is soft and you’re so small beneath him.
you swing your arm over your face when he reaches the hem of your - his sweats. in moments like these, moments when you were the most vulnerable, you hated being looked at. although your mind was filled with the dirty things that would occur in minutes, you felt a wave of insecurity.
eren notices you tense when his sweats are at your ankles, your legs try to shut, but it was impossible, eren was between them. hands come to remove your arm over your face. you never thought he could look more attractive yet now that he’s above you, with lidded eyes and messy hair, you begin to believe you were wrong.
“don’t get shy on me.” he smirks, bending lower and wrapping his hand around your ankle and throwing it over his shoulder.
“i-i’m not.” you gulp when the pads of his fingers press against your aching core. more, more, more. moving your panties to the side, eren soothes you with his hand on your thigh. you’re dripping for him, he feels it as he runs two fingers on your outer labia and spreads them. your breath hitches when he finds your clit. he rubs gentle circles, stimulating you until he notices your breathing becoming unstable. when he slips a finger inside you, you moan lowly. he can tell you’re trying to suppress any sounds coming from your pretty lips, and he doesn’t like it.
“c’mon, pretty.” he slips another finger in, his thumb now stimulating your clit, “let me hear you.” you’re not even looking at him when he’s fucking you with his thick, long fingers, and he’s becoming irritated at that too. he figures he’ll come to that later.
your mouth falls agape when those two fingers deep in your pussy find you g-spot. if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to stop whimpering. you start to gyrate your hips with his fingers, you want more. fuck, you want to cum.
“f-fuck”
eren hears you mumble under your breath, “what’s that, baby?” he kisses your ankle.
your hands are over your head. you look like a sculpture that eren made himself. one he will study and get to know every aspect of. he wants to know everything that’ll please you. he’s thriving off your pleasure.
“fuck me, eren. god, please fuck me already.”
his eyes darken, and his jaw cinches. he licks his lips, his fingers still inside you and he watched you fuck yourself on them like a dog in heat. he’s so goddamn hard.
“fine.” he rips his fingers away from your cunt. your hole is aching and clenching on nothing. eren could cum in his pants at the sight itself, but that too fucking pathetic, “dont complain when your ripped open.” hes reaching into his sweats, grabbing onto his throbbing jock and using your juices as lube.
you laugh, “i think i can ha-”
eren grabs your jaw with his hand, squeezing your cheeks together and looking down at your puckered lips, “you can handle it?” he finished the sentence for you. your heart is beating even faster now. you nod despite feeling a pit of fear in the depths of your belly, “okay.”
he only needed that nod to shove his cock into your clenching cunt. you grunt at the intensity, your walls are hugging him perfectly. he groans at your pain, your head is hitting the door and your brows are furrowed, but your eyes are on him.
he begans to thrust slowly into you, each one pushing against the door. your grasp onto the seat, your other hand landing on the window behind you. his lips find yours once more, his hand still keeping your leg over his shoulder while the other begins to rub pleasurable circles on your clit.
the pain from the stretch of his cock started to fade into bliss and delight. you became a fucking moaning mess. eren was on top of the world. your cunt wrapped around him perfectly, squeezing and sucking him into you like no other. he could stay inside you for a lifetime.
your hands squeaked against the window as erens thrusts became furocious. you’re out of breath, your lungs were so close to exploding. removing your lips from erens allowed you to see how plump and red his were and how much he’d been grinding his teeth together too.
“y-you know,” he starts, “you caring my kid doesn’t sound so bad, hmm?” he speaks through gritted teeth. you cant respond with words, you just moan louder, “fucking you until your dripping and stuffed with my seed.” you’re climbing to your high, “plump with my baby,” each thrust and word is sending you over the edge. you’re so close to cumming. it’s right in your hands, “how does that sound, baby.”
amazing, you want to say, but the words can’t fall from your mouth. he’s hitting every spot inside you just right, and soon enough you snap. your moans are heaven sent, they’re just so perfect to him. he feels you cream all over him, cream over him over the thought of caring his child. he’s so flushed at that, he feels his orgasm not too far from yours. his thrusts are animalistic and he’s chasing after his orgasm. pushing your thighs into your chest as he fucks into your hard. his touch stings and shocks you post-orgasm, but the way he’s shoving himself into your pussy now makes you lust after more.
“s-shit.” warm white ropes paint your walls. when he continues shoving his seed into you, his hips stutter, he can’t help but want to continue this for hours. the sight of your cunt dripping and leaking your cum mixed together made him feral.
as you catch your breaths, bright lights come up behind erens car. the towing company finally arrived, and at the worst moment ever.
“fuck,” eren curses under his breath, tucking himself back into his sweats. your body is weak, but you try to follow along. eren stop you before you try to wipe yourself clean with your panties, “no, hold on.” he holds your leg open, sliding his finger inside your cunt and stuffing his seed inside you. your legs shake and you whimper, “perfect.”
eren kisses you gently when he pulls your panties up, rubbing your knees with his warm large hands, “i’ll go out for you.”
#eren yeager#eren yeager smut#eren smut#aot#attack on titan#eren yeager x reader#eren x reader#aot x reader#attack on titan x reader#tw unestablished relationship
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Met Gala (Johnny Depp x fem reader)
for anon @kittenlittle24 @evelynrosestuff
for the vibe of this, listen to Could It Be? by Christy Carlson Romano here
You looked absolutely stunning, but you were always stunning. This was Johnny’s exact thought as you ascended up the stairs into the Met Gala, and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you; the lights from the camera flashes and the tent seemed to bounce off your metallic/silver dress... and the large diamond on your right hand that seemed to mock him. Johnny hated the way your fiancé’s hand gripped your waist, hated the way you smiled up at him as he did so. As the night progressed, you found yourself in the bathroom trying to get in Kylie Jenner’s Met Gala selfie with your head on some pop star’s shoulder. After dinner and the musical guest, you roamed the exhibit alone after Alex had to leave early.
The entire thing was absolutely beautiful, you thought as you snapped pictures for your friends and family back home, and you made a mental note to visit during the rest of it’s duration. While you thought you were the only person on this side of the museum, you were proven wrong as you heard the scuffle of feet on the marble floor and the hushed voices bouncing off the walls. “Are you out of mind? Y/N’s engaged and definitely not into me.” It was Johnny’s voice and it sounded like was talking on the phone. Johnny was quiet for a while as the other person spoke.
“Tim, I promise it would not make a difference if I told or not. You should’ve seen the two of them. The way she was looking at him, it was disgusting, and the worst part is that she can’t see that he’s using her.” You almost choked on your breath. What did he mean by that? Johnny’s in love with you, and if so, for how long? You quickly turned back in the direction in which you came, trying not to trip in your heels.
There was no way Alex was using you, right? He loves you, and yeah, it was a bit too fast, but when you know, you know. Isn’t that what everyone says? This wouldn’t be the first time someone said something like this about Alex, your fans online thought so too, but they were wrong about him, they don’t know his heart the way you do. You quickly ducked into a restroom and into a stall to check your Twitter feed, and after reading a few messages, you felt a little sick.
oh god, the met gala is going downhill. how tf are so many “influencers” getting invited? one said. Another one: y/n looks so gorgeous but that rat ruins it. And the last one: funny how y/n and alex have been together for less than a year and he’s already signed to a modeling agency and going to the met gala. The other comments were pretty much the same and you wanted to throw up. You thought back to everything that had happened since you confirmed our relationship with Alex; his following on social media had grown exponentially, he did sign with a modeling agency and landed a L’uomo Vogue cover and campaign for Gucci and countless other brands.
Your friends in the modeling world told you it took them twice as long to get steady work and to get their foot in the door. And then the paparazzi to deal with, they were always popping up, even at the most secluded places... like at your favorite restaurant in your hometown. You’ve never had to deal with that while visiting your family, and while you would take pictures with fans, that was it. All of it was starting to click.
You needed to end things with Alex, like yesterday, and you thought back to Johnny’s conversation: “It wouldn’t make a difference if I told her how I feel about her.” How could you miss that? The first time you ever met him was at an audition for one of his movies; the movie was based off a book and it was between you and another girl, and even though you didn’t quite match the physical description of the book, he fought tooth and nail for you to be in the movie. You had a small crush on him while filming, but at the time, he was in a committed relationship with two kids. You were a law school drop out trying to prove to your family that this “acting thing” could work, so you never acted on it.
He had taken you under his wing and supported you in the early days of your career, and still does. All of that was a decade ago, and now you’re at the top of your game and still remain close friends (which Alex doesn’t like), even filming a movie with Lily-Rose and interviewing her for one of her first magazine covers. Your little crush on Johnny never really went away, and before you could tell someone, you met Alex and the rest was history. You never thought Johnny would ever be interested in you and that you could ever have a chance with him so you let it go.
But now Johnny is single, and you’re engaged and ten years older. It was completely unfair. It’s not like you could pretend everything was normal, but what could you do? Go up to him and admit that you overheard his very private conversation? Yeah, that’ll work.
As the night wore on, you danced to the music the dj was playing with your celebrity friends and took pictures and videos with them before heading to an after party that Rihanna was throwing. You turned on your phone to see the multiple calls and text messages from Alex wondering where you were so you typed back: going to the rihanna after party. see you when i get back to the hotel. This was one of the things you hated about Alex. He could be so clingy and could constantly blow up your phone asking where you were. You turned it back off and went on with your night.
“Hey you. I’ve been looking for you all night.” You finally found Johnny at the bar nursing a glass of water. “I’ve been... around.” He took a sip of water before asking the bartender for another refill. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly; it was now or never, and you know that if you don’t do it now you’ll never do it.
“Johnny, can we talk? Like really talk? Because I feel like I haven’t spoken to you since I got engaged. You got engaged two months ago, and you and Johnny check in with each other every week. “Johnny, I know. About everything.” His brown eyes widened in fear and it reminded you of a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. “God, Y/N, I’m so sorry, you must think I’m disgusting---”
You cut him him off. “No Johnny, I don’t” You told him about the crush you had on him while you were filming together ten years ago and you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment, then it was over. You kept your eyes down on the bar top the entire time. “Johnny, what are we going to do?”
All of this felt so wrong, and it felt like you were cheating on Alex, which you weren’t but still. Alex is your fiancé, you’re supposed to be in love with him. Of course you love him, but lately you’ve been feeling annoyed, about everything. You’re tired about being asked about wedding plans, fighting about where to live, Alex speaking calmly to the paparazzi as they invade your privacy. Sick and tired of all of it.
“Y/N, you’re engaged, not married. There’s still time.” For a second you thought about what it would be like with Johnny, how easy it would be. The both off you are private people and you get along with his kids, so nothing bad on that front. You fiddled with the engagement ring before pulling it off; that felt much better and your hand felt a lot lighter. “I don’t think I can marry Alex. I think I made a mistake.”
You finally said it. Said the four words you’ve been trying to push down for the last two months; it felt good to say out loud. You slipped the ring in your clutch. You threw your arms around Johnny and quickly kissed his cheek. “I have to break it off with Alex.” If all went well, then you would make plans to leave L.A. before the media storm could hit.
Maybe your place in the countryside just outside your hometown? You could only hope that this break up could go smoothly.
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hi bae
my head hurts like hell. imagine having ✨vertigo and migraine✨ both together i cry i cry 😭
i'm about to rant now so feel free to close your eyes and i'll share my poetry in the next ask bc i feel this is gonna be real long 😸
anywho i'm gonna share my first poetry w you bc idk it holds a special place in my heart and no matter how many poems i write that would be always my favourite plus plus plus i never edited it so lol i improved a lot more now ig
my deadass wrote gonna as goona i can't spell to save life🥲
i randomly remembered one of my 6th grade math teachers hated me bc she and my mum (my mum's a teacher and she taught at my school till 2019!) were beefing w eachother?? i remember. once we were having some quiz like thing with selected students so all the others who didn't participate sat in different class rooms. i was completing my work and she out of no where started questioning me??? and of a chapter which wasn't even taught to us (i was in 6A and she taught in 6C does it make sense now-) lowkey (highkey😊😊🤩😍😍✨✨) hate her.
let me tell you about my toxic friend. for the time being let's call her "tina". anywho this tina she dates guys she doesn't even like genuinely?? like miss girl you have the full right to date anyone but why tf would you date ppl you don't actually like. also she sult shames us if we even just talk to guys. once we were having a big occasion in school and we were wearing traditional clothes and my guy friends were complementing me and my other friend (we wore saree! she didn't tho) and nyasa (my other friend) liked a guy and he liked her back so they were sitting next to each other and after sometime nyasa left for sometime due to work and tina immediately sat on nyasas chair and started talking to that guy and his friends. idk what she told him but he ignored nyasa and now they're not close anymore 🥲👍 anywhore nyasa came back and sat next to me and we were chatting then tina has the audacity to act offended? hurt? betrayed? and she was like "why are you two not talking to me? did i do something? omg were you talking about me???😟😧" misS GIRL SHUT UP. nyasa was pissed bc 1. she took her seat 2. that guy wasn't talking to her properly 3. we were sitting under the sun whole day and it was fcking tiring sO SHE WENT OFF ON TINA CALLED HER OUT (privately tho) AND IGNORED HER FOR THE REST OF THE PROGRAM mf tina still the audacity to act clueless.
i would've told you so many more incidents where she did shits but this is getting real long so bye bye bye (pls tell me if you're interested in this i would love to bitch abt her lmao sorry😔☝️)
have a good day and take care ily<3
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HUDKJAKJS HJHSKSDJ????? TAT IS SO DUMB OF HER.
first of all, i love receiving long asks with stuff/rants/anything. I get SO invested in them so don't ever think I'll get tired of it xx
second of all, OMG YOU'RE DESI??? (correct me if im wrong!) if so, SO AM I?? DESI BESTIES YAYAY
thirdly, tina sounds so much like this one shitty person i know who actually stopped talking to me because of a guy too?? so what im saying is, pls continue to bitch about her and ill bitch about my toxic ex-bestie in return. she moved to another town tho so headache's gone xx
and excuse me but the maths teacher sucks. SUE her for putting you on the spot like that WHEN SHE DOESN'T EVEN TEACH YOU BRUH thats a new time dumbfuckery.
my day was finee. I went to offline classes after two years and it was mostly yoga today so i slept on the floor <3
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What about Leah and fatin do u find most inspiring to write about
Oh boy. Where do I start lmao. Let me just. Talk about their dynamic because I can’t give a simple answer. But this will make no sense because my job wore me tf out today so. Bear with me. So Leah and Fatin go to the same school for however long, right? They don’t know each other, don’t interact (well, this is what canon has led us to believe this so far, but maybe this is wrong, who knows?). So they’ve got a very minor hometown connection when they end up stranded on an island together (I wrote like a whole essay about that before lol - basically, they stand out as the one pair with a very tenuous pre-island connection). But still, within 22 days, you’ve got the gay ass ocean scene. They go from Fatin smearing her own blood on Leah’s face on day 6 to Fatin being the one person who knows when shit gets dark for Leah and just...there’s so much potential. So, for me, it’s really the way that they just get each other (after they work through their initial conflict on the island lmao) even though on the surface they seem so different. (And canon so far has given us more instances of Fatin understanding/being there for Leah, so s2 better give us Leah supporting Fatin.) And this is especially the case because they start off - I don’t want to say they’re enemies (even though the enemies to lovers trope fits them well) but there’s definitely conflict. So they’re very messy overall and I love dealing with that mess when I write. It really helps create some great angst, and we all know I live for angst.
Okay I’m seriously struggling to have coherent thoughts right now (and it took me 4 tries to spell “coherent” correctly, so it’s that kind of a night). I was tempted to drift into, like, some dangerous territory and compare Leatin against Shoni to demonstrate why I’m so much more inspired to write for Leatin (short answer being I don’t write for canon ships anyway lmao) but I’m not trying to ask for trouble so I’ll hold off lol. I’m sorry this was a giant mess but hopefully I made some sense lmao.
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May I request a domestic au with Muzan. Thanks🤗
Hello, Anon! Of course 🌺🌺
Why does antagonist look so appealing more than protagonists, I'm so confused because I'm attracted to this Lawfully Evil man
But Muzan, you is still a dick. End of discussion
Kibutsuji Muzan x Reader (Modern Domestic AU)
You are a veterinarian, and works at a clinic
However, your boyfriend is hella rich
Really rich
The definition of money bags or the walking bank
He always woke you up in the morning, with classic music as an alarm plus the gentle kiss on your forehead
"Good Morning, sweetheart."
"Mmh, morning, dear."
He will stay in the blanket with you while caressing your cheeks, kissed the last night hickeys, moved your bangs away, admiring your beauty. The bare skin touched and he nuzzled himself on your neck
"What are you going to do today, Muzan?" You stroke his hair gently.
"Meeting with the subs, lunch with the directors, meeting with the investors, dinner at Roppongi Hills."
"I hope it will work smoothly."
"I hope so too."
He went to the bathroom and you're to the kitchen
He has a special request and it's that you are the one who cook for both of you. You happily accepted that request
After getting ready, he will see you 'operating' the kitchen, busy with utensils
You wore his clothes and of course it's oversize for you (because he likes to hide your clothes). You showed your white smooth tights and almost your beige panties while pouring coffee
He admires this beautiful view everyday in the morning
You put two pancakes on the table
"The stocks rise again." He said that while sipping the black coffee.
"Stonks." You giggled.
"What is stonks."
"Nothing, just a common meme for a common people." He frowned but continued to read the news
After breakfast, you will escort him to the door. He kissed your lips deeply, while looking at your eyes. You fixed his tie and said, "There you go, Muzan. Have a nice day."
"I'll be here on midnight."
"I'll wait for you." He kissed your hands
"You don't have to, I don't like your panda eyes." You giggled.
"Your skincare team always ready when they noticed I have one."
He actually didn't want you to work, and want you to stay at home for your safety. But you insisted because this is the thing you could do for society.
"What is the purpose of your salary?"
"I kept it or sent it to my mom."
"I'll give you empty cheque. Ask your mother and just write the amount." You mad at him
"That's not how it works." He squished your cheek
"I'm sorry, don't be mad, you look too cute when you mad."
You usually get ready for work after he went out, quietly 'escaped' from your driver because you wanted to go by train
Because one time you about to headed to your clinic, there was helicopter waiting for you outside
Of course he knew, who tf do you think he is? So, he sent some hidden bodyguards to watch yourself from afar
He will call you at lunch, asking if you already ate and scolded you if you still work. You asked the same for him.
Sometimes, he surprised you on the clinic. He would stand in front of the receptionist while holding a bouquet of flower and your favourite food, appealing all of the patients there.
You're happy when he came but the dazzling and attracting are too much, your face became red as tomato
You close with the maids and bodyguards because of your friendly attitude. Sometimes, you got reports from them
"Lady, I believe he really loves you from the depth of his heart. I've been working for him ever since he's baby and never saw him like this before."
"How so?"
"He rejected the woman who invited him to dance on charity party last night. He even didn't want to shake a woman with bare hand and use leather gloves." said his bodyguard.
You giggled, "That's a basic gentleman."
"No, lady. Before he met you, he will never hesitate to took somebody else's hand for business. But now, it's different."
He usually brings you gift.
A lots of gifts
Flood of gifts
Let's say, Charbonel Choco Truffles, Gucci GG Marmont Leather Bag, Bvlgari Kit Women, Chloe Gold and Pearl Earrings, Cartier Rose Gold Bracelet, Bella Freud Lurex jumper, etc
You scolded him for being a spender and he said, "All of these are just 2% of my daily income."
No, don't imagine how much money he has. You will cry.
There is one time when Muzan's competitor about to kidnap you. They already paralyzed your secret bodyguards
But bitch, who the fuck do you think I am, you thought. In the end, you're the one who single-handedly fighting them and made your way home safely. You're lucky because they sent weaker people, and thought you are helpless
"And that's how I escape. Seriously, why can't they doing the business fair and square. And I told you, I don't need doctor to examine my body. I'm totally fine."
"That's not how business works, and I'll fire those useless men. You're lucky because you didn't hurt anywhere."
"That's not their fault, Muzan. I'm safe, that's the matter." You pushed one argument and he done.
"Can I marry you faster."
For some time in a month, he will bring you to a place you want to go.
"I have free time on weekend. So let's going somewhere."
"Theme park will be good. There is one near the-"
"Ok, which Disneyland?"
"You don't need to, there's-"
"WHICH. DISNEYLAND."
Sometimes, you eventually dragged him to the street, blended with common people.
He actually annoyed by crowd but seeing your face happy will make him sighed
This wasn't bad if it's with you.
You taught him about attitude, how to appreciate little things, how to act around common people etc
He didn't really listen tho, but he likes it when he looked at your face while you rambling.
"Excuse me, Sir Kibutsuji? Are you hearing me?"
"Yeah, I know. You are beautiful."
If he's not going anywhere or came home before 10 p.m, you'll cook for him. A simple cooking but delicious on his taste bud.
Or dinner on luxury restaurant, that you will never get used to
Sometimes, he brings you to the party if he didn't detect any threaten situation. He will escort you, from the start until the end. He often introduced you as his wife if there is someone who eyed on you or him
"I would like to introduce you to my wife, (y/n)."
"Ah, I thought you are single, Mr. Kibutsuji. I'm about to introduce my daughter to you."
"No need. She's already inside my life and I don't have any single intention to replace her."
This boot-licker career will end soon without him knowing, you knew that
"Muzan, why are you introducing me as your wife?"
"No need to pointing out something that I'm 100% sure happens in the future."
Ok, that's so fucking smooth, you fell so hard.
It's a little bit lonely when he was overseas, so you often use his shirt as your blanket at night
He'll be at home in the morning, witnessed this and jumped hungrily to your body.
"You like to test me huh?"
When both of you could sleep together, he will tell you how much he loves you while kissing your collarbone, neck, lips, nose and forehead. You giggled and told him that he's exaggerated.
Of course he mad, and suddenly rolled your body, topping you
"You want me to show that I'm serious? Let's see."
That's a very long night
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What was it like when the two first hooked up. Like how did it progress to that? We’re they like a couple for a few years before they had Mia? Was it two years? Or four?
Ok so this is a really poorly written out timeline lol but hopefully it helps enough 🤣
October 2016: they met for the first time after she went to watch Mitch play in his first NHL game but it was literally just that, they met
Halloween 2016: they ran into each other at a bar, recognized one another, talked and then as she was getting ready to leave y/n mentioned how she was getting brunch with Mitch the next day and invited Auston to join and exchanged numbers. He went, and the three had a really great time
Beginning of November to end of December 2016: they began talking all the time, hung out and did lots together. They became very good friends in this time and it was completely platonic until it wasn’t. He even met Nate and her dad and everything, as a friend (and they were very much so catching feelings for each other but were too nervous/stubborn to do anything about it
December 30th 2016: the whole thing that went down with Chris at the bar on Lexie’s birthday happened. Y/n was v drunk and stayed at Auston’s place. They had a heart to heart *almost* kissed but didn’t
December 31st 2016: y/n wakes up full of regret, is upset about Chris, remembers the heart to heart with Auston (and the almost kiss) but is embarrassed and tries to get tf out of there but Auston is a sweet boi and made her breakfast and had Advil and water ready for her when she woke up so she didn’t have it in her to just dip. So, they talked. She stole some of his sweats and ended up staying with him well into the afternoon until he had to break it to her that his family had just gotten to the city and he had to go see them. Which she was fine with, she went to leave and he asked if she’d go to the centennial classic the following day. She said “yeah, me and Steph are going cause mitch and all” and then he said “no, I mean will you go to the classic as one of my plus ones?” Cause he wanted her to be there for him, cheering him on and she was shook, but said yes before leaving and going home for the night
January 1st 2017: she goes to the game, meets up with Steph and a couple of the girlfriends of the team that she’d gotten to know a little bit from always going to games and just being Mitchys “twin” Steph then handed y/n a bag and told her that she was asked to give that to her and in it was a Matthews jersey. Obviously y/n was surprised but also 🥺 so she put it on, they watched the game, Auston won in overtime. Then after the game when she finally got to talk with him, they were so freaking cute and awkward cause they were both feeling all types of ways especially Auston after seeing that she actually wore his jersey (much to mitch’s dismay) and then he officially introduced her to his family, who had all heard lots about her from Auston. It was very sweet, Ema then invited her to join them for dinner and she didn’t want mitch or steph to think she was bailing on them but they told her to go so she did and had a lot of fun. Then that night after they all had gone back to Auston’s condo, his family soon left and almost as soon as they were out the door Auston had y/n pressed against the wall and they were making out. She stayed the night that night.
January 22nd 2017: the two get into a fight. They’ve spent the entire month basically hooking up, spending all of their free time together and seemingly dating to anyone who didn’t know them. They were crazy about each other but then when y/n hinted that yeah, she would maybe like to try an actual relationship out with him, he froze up and made a comment basically saying that he thought what they had going was good (because he’s a stupid boy) and y/n said “I’m not going to be your fuck buddy, Auston. If you don’t want a relationship that’s fine. But I’m not doing just this especially with how I’ve completly fallen for you. I can’t be strung along, not after what happened with Chris. So, if you don’t want whatever this is going on between us to happen then please let me know and I’ll leave you alone.” And she left, pretty heartbroken because she was feeling that all she was good for to him was sex
January 28th 2017: he texts her in the middle of the night after not speaking all week to go skating with him. They go to the rink at harbourfront, which is empty cause it’s so late. They talk, skate, have competitive one on one matches cause Auston brought hockey gear. Then he, out of nowhere, asks her to be his girlfriend and how he’s wanting to give the idea of them as a couple, a shot
February 12th 2017: they’re officially official, everyone knows. Mitch has already sassed them. And she is his date to the centennial gala where they are pictured together as a couple and everything
Off-season 2017: Auston goes back to Scottsdale, y/n stays in Toronto and they do long distance but she does go to Arizona to visit him for two weeks. She meets his friends, really bonds with his family, then goes back to Toronto and he flys back too a couple of weeks later just before summer ends
2017/2018 season: not much happens, they’re very much so together and are just your typical couple. Y/n is in third year at university, spends a lot of time with her boyfriend at his place, but he goes to y/n and Lexie’s place a lot even though it’s not as nice as his condo downtown. Nate moved to Montreal for university after graduating high school that June, y/n’s dad moves to BC
Off-season 2018: y/n again stays in Toronto but does classes online so she can finish her degree a semester early. Auston is in Scottsdale again, but she does go stay with him for a couple of weeks again and brings him to BC with her and Nate to visit her dad and Mya 
2018/2019 season: again, just typical domestic relationship stuff. Y/n finishes university early, works full time at her retail job she had throughout university so she can save up some money because she wasn’t renewing the lease at hers and Lexie’s place since Lexie was moving come September (2019) and she needed to figure something out. Y/n graduated from her program in the spring. Auston, her family (including mitch and Steph), and Auston’s family were there to cheer her on
Off season 2019: y/n works in Toronto, gets hired by an office in her field and is set to start her “adult” job in September. She goes to Scottsdale for a month this time, from mid July to mid August to be with Auston. He’s decided he wants to ask her to move in with him but is a chicken and fucks it up. They fight and she almost goes home but all ends well and she agrees to move in with him
September 2019: y/n starts her job and news of Auston’s charge from when he was in AZ comes to light. Y/n didn’t know about it, was livid and hurt that he didn’t tell her something like that. It was almost a month of them living together, they got into probably their worst fight ever and she stayed at mitch and Steph’s for a few days (it took a bit but they worked it out)
2019-2020 season and 2020 offseason: the events that happen in “Good Life” (keep in mind I wrote that before covid, so that doesn’t exist in this universe)
December 2020: Auston proposes (like in Good Life) and Frank is introduced
End of June 2021: they find out y/n is pregnant
Rest of 2021 and into 2022: the events of “Along For The Ride” part 1 and eventually 2
January 25th 2022: Mia is born
July 30th 2022: they get married
September 2022: they move into their house and out of the condo
Rest of 2022 into 2023: there’s a couple of pieces I wrote like Mia’s 1st Christmas and “Island In The Sun”
Late November 2023: they find out about baby number two, which is where we are right now in the story
Hope this helped! ☺️ sorry it’s a freaking mess though
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Dating Richard Camacho headcanon
Authors Note: This all over the place lmao so bear with me. I also got a little carried away oops.
Y’all prolly met at the club or a house party tbh(like almost every other Richard fic :’)
And you were there looking bomb as ever ;)
And he was there looking fine as ever ;)
And you were just in a corner talking to a few friends when he sat beside you
At first it wasn’t a big deal bc it’s a couch..hello
But when y’all got a good look at each other’s faces under the smoke and blue laser lights
Y’all were like
:0
So that’s how you met, lol
It might’ve taken a long time for you guys to actually start dating
With him being so private and secure when it comes to relationships
And you having bad experience with relationships
You guys took it slow, yet you both considered each other as your s/o even if you guys haven’t even shared a kiss
And after, let’s say, four months, y’all started dating
Anyway
Starting now with and actual headcanon
My boy’s hands are on you 24/7
Your hips, waist and ass are his hand holders
Literally cannot get enough of you
If you’re cooking you can bet your ass he’s wrapping his arms around you(or just unpacking takeout if you don’t cook)
Squishing you into his buff chest with his strong arms :’) whatta dream
Even in public his hands are wrapped tightly or losely around your waist, 0 fucks given at the pictures people take or the stares
He’s you number one support and judge
Perfect candidate to take to the mall when you want to buy some clothes or whatever
This is one horny ass man(but y’all knew that already)
Anything you wore he’d just melt and start making Inappropriate jokes
“How’s this one” you’d mutter mostly to yourself as you examined the dress
“It’s great ma, it look even better on the floor tho” He’d chuckle darkly
But your just like
“guess I’ll fuck him in the dressing room ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “
Sometimes you have those down moments where you basically just hate yourself(terrible fucking feeling m8)
BUT RICHARD IS HAVING NONE OF THAT
I feel like he’d cancel EVERYTHING he has on his schedule and clean the whole house and set up the cutest fort and puts on a shit ton of Disney movies and snacks for you
He takes his time leaving soft and gentle kisses all over your body, starting from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before lazily clicking play on the little mermaid
He could barely focus on the movie
His hands would be draped lazily over your stomach squeezing the soft skin(making you uwu)and his head buried in the crook of your neck, giving you innocent kisses
A wide smile permanent on your face
You’d order some take out and just drink some red wine as he worships your body in the most innocent ways possible to the dirtiest ways
This dude is the dream boyfriend once he’s met the one honestly
and vice versa
Every time he feels down(which isn’t a rare thing) you’d be there.
His head would be against your chest as you softly massage his scalp, lips pressed against his forehead and you whispered all the things you love about him and all the good qualities that he has
MELTING IS WHAT THIS BOY IS DOING ON THE INSIDE
MELTING
Anywhore, moving on
it took Richard 6 months for him to introduce you to Aaliyah bc he wanted to make sure that you were actually serious
Which is completely understandable
He was so nervous bc like
whAT if you don’t want that big of a commitment??
Or what if Aaliyah doesn’t like you???
His worst nightmare is both his baby girls not getting along
Literally had to take a moment alone so he could recompose himself
He wouldn’t know what hell to do if both the loves of his life dont get along
But let’s be honest
He was stressing for nothing
You guys ended up loving each other
It took Aaliyah a few minutes to open up due to her shyness
But y’all ended up being the best of friends
And Richards heart just meLTED
You ended up befriending Yocelyn too
And Richards all like :0
If you weren’t confident before you met him, then he really did boost your confidence up little by little
Starting with random messages throughout the day
Some sweet other explicit ;)
Would take so many pictures and videos of you just so you could see how pretty you are
And if you were already confident(which we all should be :’)
Y’all would take some bomb ass pictures together
Like them cute ass insta couples
Will make such cute and inappropriate comments under your posts
Making many fans gush and hollar
Ugh, goals man, literal goals
Most fans don’t take the news well
Hate comment after hate comment
But you know what?
Y’all prolly fucking too hard to pay attention
This man is a sex God(I have no proof but I have no doubts either)
Y’all caNNOT change my mind
Pull out game weak(sorry lol)
But goOD THING YOU’RE ON THE PILL!!
This one kinky motherfucker istg
From bondage to breeding to choking to ooff I need a shower
Will take you anywhere in the house
The couch? check
Kitchen? check
Guest room? check
I want to say that he’s into public sex but I doubt it, like he’d think it’s hot but he wouldn’t want to risk anything
LUCKILY YOU’RE THERE TO PUSH HIS BUTTONS!!! ;)))))
Lazy make out sessions are a common thing
Lots of booty grabbing
My man loves that booty
You get along perfectly with the guys
Even though at first all of you were a bit iffy
Because
“Oh shit, new girl and she isn’t a one night stand :0”
But after like a week maybe, all of you started getting more comfortable
Maybe a little too comfortable which had Richard seeing red
I mean
He’d love the fact that everyone was getting along
BUT THERES BOUNDARIES !!
Ooff did I mention that he’s super protective with a tad bit of possessiveness
Not enough to be considered dangerous or unhealthy but enough to irritate you
“Like back tf up bruh I can protect myself”
And he’s all like
:0
You could be at the club, dancing and having the time of your life and some guy just creeps up behind you
And Richards got this murderous look on his face that even scared you
But let’s not lie, mad Richard is a sexy Richard
Y’all have some bomb sex after but then a deep conversation about your faithfulness to each other
Speaking of conversations
It’s 2:49am and y’all talking bout raiding Area 51 or some shit
You’re both drunk off sleep that you just go deep in thought
Or it could be 11:11pm and you guys are just confessing your love for one another
Singing his songs while you clean around the house or catch up on your work
And his just staring at you with the biggest heart eyes
Random slow dances with or without music happens at least one a week
Dates could go from a fancy ass Italian restaurant or a stop at 7/11 and a drive around the streets listening to slow r&b music
You could be gazing up at the stars and he’d try his best to focus on the road instead of your beautiful face
Days away from him suck ass
With him touring and practicing could be hard on both of y’all
But you make it work
Or when he’s finally home and you have to go to uni or work leaves him a bit disappointed
But you’ll do some romantic shit when you or he gets back
THIS MAN WILL SPOIL THE SHIT OUT OF YOU
will surprise you with diamond earrings or necklaces
You end up calling him your sugar daddy jokingly
Speaking of nicknames
Calls you mami more than your name
Like, does he even know your name?
Prolly not(jk)
You’re just mami, baby girl or babe
But you don’t mind whatsoever
Teaching you Spanish)if you already don’t know it) and kissing you every time you get something right
He’s a messy one lady’s
So every time you fight it’s prolly bc of his mess
You end up yelling at him to clean the mess
And he act all offended but does as you says cause he’s a good boy
Literally cried when Aaliyah calls you mommy
But your panicking
Like full on panicking
Like what if Yocelyn comes and drags your ass??
You’re out here worrying while Richard is bawling his eyes out in happiness
None of them have a problem with it thankfully
It just means you’re treating their baby girl right
Now it’s your cue to cry
Damn you love both of them so much
And he loves both of y’all twice as much
OH and meeting your family would be the end of him
His having a full on breakdown once again
His confidence is out the window
Cause what if they don’t accept him bc he’s a dad????
Or bc he’s constantly on the road and not being able to give you all the love and attention you deserve???
That’ll crush him
And Yashua’s prolly making fun of him lowkey
Your dad(or male figure if you don’t have a dad) would intimidate THE SHIT out of him
But once again, after a few minutes or hour
Everyone got along perfectly
Your family ended up loving him and his family ended up loving you just as much
And there’s so much more that could go on with dating Richard but this is all my poor brain could think of
Plus I’m afraid that if I write more tumblr will fuck my shit up like always :’)
Deuces 🤙🏼
#cnco#richard camacho#richard camacho imagine#richard camacho headcanon#richard camacho one shot#cnco imagine#cnco imagines#cnco one shot#cnco headcanon#cnco fanfic#cnco x reader
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New BFFF
You slowly drifted back into reality, the dream you were just having still lingering on your mind, as the sudden realization that your alarm clock was going off. You rolled over and smacked the top of it, palm pressing down on the "shut tf up" button.
Still groggy from sleep, you blinked and stared at the alarm clock. 7am
You grumbled and dug your face back into your pillow, annoyed with yourself for having set the alarm on a Saturday, one of your days off from work. Somehow, sleep didn't find it's way back to you, and you guessed you'd take the opportunity to "seize the day", you said sleepy, out loud, arms lifted up into the air, reaching towards the ceiling.
Giving a stretch, you finally sat up in bed, your hair a mess. You looked around your scarcely decorated bedroom, taking in the fact you lived on your own and hard next to nothing.
It's been 3 months since you moved out and got your own apartment. You really enjoyed the alone time and responsibilities of living on your own, but at times like today, the emptiness of it all pulled at your heart a bit.
You always thought of adopting a pet, and we're finally in a place in your life where you could. People weren't really your thing, so a room mate was out of the question, but a new animal friend? That appealed to you.
That's when you decided.
"Today, I'll go looking for a new animal to bring home. Make this little apartment a home."
You took your time waking up and getting ready for the day, running through your usual routine of coffee > breakfast > teeth > hair > clothes > panic over clothes > wearing the same jeans and hoodie you always wore on your days off.
Finally having the gumption to get out of the house, you looked up near by pet stores. And sweet, one was in walking distance!
Grabbing your ear buds, you threw on some shoes and got out, walking lazily towards the pet shop, enjoying the day. It was easy to walk around when you had your music helping drown out the noises of everyday life - something that can really be stressful - and the ear buds are a great excuse not to speak to random strangers.
"Though, I myself am random." You whispered to yourself, giving half a chuckle.
It wasn't long until you lost yourself in thought, deciding over what type of pet you'd actually want. You had some money saved up, so price didn't really matter, but you still wondered what animal would make a good companion and fit with your life style.
A dog might not be the best option, considering you worked full time and didn't get out for walks much. Maybe a cat? Or a bird. Heck, you even considered reptiles, fish, and rodents. Nearing the store, you figured you would watch the various animals and try to make a decision that way.
You finally made it, and pushed through the glass door that had a sign reading "Open." Taking your ear buds out, the sound of various animals and people talking filled your ears, but you smiled and lazily wandered around, pausing every now and then to watch whatever animal that caught your attention.
You found yourself staring for quite some time at... The snakes. Holy hell some of those wiggly sticks were cute. You were eyeing a large snake, that held a unique pattern of spots, covered in various shades of brown that ended in a reddish tone on the tail, when you became uncomfortably aware of someone standing behind you.
You furrowed your brow and tried to wait them out, but the smell of ... Breath hit you.
You wanted to cover your nose, the faint smell of death and .... Ice cream? filling your nostrils. You slowly turned around to look at whoever was standing behind you, only to end up slack jawed, staring at some green-haired dude, holding a snake?
He wasn't paying attention to you, but rather holding one of the stores snakes, something you didn't think was allowed. You eventually snapped somewhat back into reality, coming to the realization that this dead looking man was baby talking a snake.
You chuckled a bit at the sight, audibly enough that the man snapped his head around and locked eyes on you. You suddenly felt extremely self conscious, feeling rude for having been staring, let alone laughing.
"S-sorry." You stammered out, giving an apologetic grin. You paused for a moment, the man still staring at you. You realized the man was holding the exact same type of snake you had been watching and your eyes lit up.
"Oh! I was admiring that type of snake! You're handling one? Do they make good starter pets for a beginner snake handler? I was here looking for...."
You were rambling off about snakes and wanting a pet and how you were thinking of maybe getting a snake and something about rats and what you were planning on naming a wiggle stick if you got one.
The man eventually chuckled and reached his hands out towards you, the snake coiled around both his hands.
You swore your eyes twinkled as you reached out and felt the cool scales of the snake with your finger tips. "So smooth, so pretty." You whispered, your mind made up on what pet you now wanted.
"Do you handle snakes a lot? Can you fill me in? The readers digest version? A condensed soup version of how to get started?" You asked, still feeling this snake up, completely enamored.
Eventually the man spoke up. "I guess I could help ya out. If ya ever need me, just gotta call. 3 times is the ticket and I'll be at your service." He stated, giving a wink.
Yeah, you were confused- but he had green hair, makeup? and was just baby talking this snake. You couldn't really blame him for being weird, besides, you engaged.
You just kinda looked embarrassed again and ask what he meant.
He handed you a business card- old and dirty- that vaguely read 'Beetleguese, beetleguese, beetleguese."
"Goose?" You mummbled our loud, brow furrowed.
The man just slapped himself in the face before shaking his head. "That's not how you say it."
You looked back to him and asked how you did say it.
He shrugged and reached out, flicking your nose.
"Figure it out." He chuckled, before completely vanishing from sight.
You blinked, a lot, confused and now holding this snake. "Whhhhaaat. The hell. Just happ- Ah! Snake!"
The snake was wiggling it's way up your arm and into your face, it's little tongue flicking against your cheek.
You melted, and flagged down an employee, though annoyed you picked up an animal which, apparently, 'you're not allowed to do', helped you gather everything you needed for a snake.
Man, this was one expensive pet, but you were already committed and even named her "Wormy." So names weren't your thing today- who cares- you did.
"We'll work on the name." You promised your new pet, your new friend, and found yourself walking home, a sleeping snake draped around your shoulders.
"Goose? Guys? Geese? Beetle... Guys. Beetle... Geese... Beetlejuice?" You mummbled to yourself, trying to 'figure it out' on your walk home.
You eventually found yourself at home, checking your phone clock. The pet stop arranged to deliver the snakes cage and extras for you in the next half hour.
"There's no way it's Beetlejuice. That's so weird. Beetlejuice? Really? Pfft. Three times? What does that even mean. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice?"
(To be continued, if wanted. First attempt at writing a fiction. 😅)
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Demon!Hyunjin AU PT. 3
esketit lol
this part is soooo overdue holy shit lmao. I’m so sorry for keeping you guys waiting. If you see me in real life, you have permission to drop kick my ass. (unless you’re tyler and you’re gonna kiCK MY ASS ANYWAYS NO MATTER WHAT)
so! it has been a couple months now since you and demon!hyunjin are living together. as it turns out, this boy couLD ActuaLLY LEAVE the apartment complex.
you didn’t know he could do that.
you thought demons were meant to stay in one area for eternity to cause spoops but that’s not the case lol.
the way you found out was sorta wild
it was a really cold weekend and snow was decorating the environment outside.
you were on a day off from work and wanted to do a few fun things since free time was rare for your occupation. You had plans on visiting the library, cafe, small shops, and lastly your favorite restaurant for dinner before it was too late in the evening and your powerful roommate would be resting.
oh and you wore a thick black sweater (ik, sounds pretty random but it’s an important detail in the fic!)
the walk to the library was peaceful and nice since it most people were still sleeping and weren’t being rowdy yet.
an old woman bid you a warm welcome softly from her desk. you returned the greeting and began walking through the aisles of books, searching for any that looked interesting.
your eyes were glued to the back cover of a small book, reading the description when someone tapped you gently from behind.
a man who looked to be in his middle 20’s and dressed in a striped long-sleeve shirt with jeans smiled at you and said, “that book’s a good one! i relate to the main character’s father.” he was mere inches from you, being too near than what most would consider appropriate distance for a stranger.
you were like, “(ㆆ_ㆆ) why tf is he standing so close to me,” inside your head. on the outside, you politely smiled and said, “ah! really? I haven’t read this one before.”
he chuckled and paused to admire your face. “Y’know, you’ve got great complexion. i’d love to take a photo of your face for my photography class,” he pointed at his camera bag which loosely hung over his shoulder.
“no thanks, I’m not particularly interested.” you replied, putting the book back in the right place and moved along, having to scoot around the guy since he was sort of blocking your path.
a few minutes went by and no book really caught your interest, but your bladder got the best of you. the librarian said the restroom was just to the left of the biography shelves so you made your way there.
ahhhhhh the restroom was nice and clean so you had no problem setting your phone on the sink as you washed your hands after you had done your business.
the walk to the cafe was short as you hummed the tune to your favorite song.
you took a seat by the window since it had a nice view of the outside. the little bell chimed above the door, signaling that another customer had entered the cafe.
you glanced at them merely- a dude in a green jacket. not deeming them as interesting, you went back to watching the snow fall from the outside.
there was some fog on the glass of the window and suddenly, letters faintly started appearing.
“Be Cautious,” it said.
what the hell :-$
first, you’re living with a demon boy and now you think you’re being surrounded by ghosts.
what good luck you haaaave.
you were obviously still very shook after a minute or so of staring at the words that hadn’t faded away at all.
the employee who softly tapped your shoulder startled you so much, your gasp scared him as well. he had almost spilled your drink on you.
“are you alright, ma’am?” he had asked you.
You: O.O yeah, yeah. just a bit jumpy ahahahaha.
he probably thought you were a bit crazy but nevertheless bid you a good day after giving you your drink.
The warm brew felt nice in such a cold weather.
The town square was as busy as usual: people were scurrying along with their families and loved ones, children were holding colorful animal-shaped balloons, some lovers were fighting while others were doing hefty PDA, loud music blared from all over the place, and overall, the shops surrounding the square were having good sales.
you stopped by a small boutique shop, observing a set of earrings on display when the familiar voice of the man from the library came from the entrance of the store.
you could feel your heart beat quicken and the next thing you did was hide behind a rack of clothes.
“excuse me, did you see a person with this hair color, around this height, with a black sweater on?” he had asked the cashier woman.
a sense of suspicion laced her voice as she replied, “why’re you looking for her?”
he laughed awkwardly, as if the question made him nervous. “she’s my sister and i’ve been looking for her for a while. i lost her in the crowd at the square. mind helping me out?”
you silently crossed your fingers in hopes that the lady wouldn’t say anything.
“oh! since that’s the case, i recall her looking at the jewelry section一” he didn’t even let her finish and just sauntered over in your direction.
“shit. shit. shit.” you were thinking.
the only other way to get out of the store aside from going in the same walk-way as him was to run alongside the aisle of mirrors which would reflect you and alert him that you were leaving.
“fuck it. it’s all i’ve got.” you thought and made a bee-line for the exit as fast as possible.
the square is usually patrolled by policemen but for some freakin’ reason, nONE could be seen when you needed them.
you put on the hood of your sweater and started making your way to the restaurant that you’d planned on having dinner at as briskly as possible.
“early dinner it is then,” you thought to yourself.
TBH you were sorta down bc today was supposed to be relaxing BUT some stupid creep had to ruin it. NOW all you wanted to do was go eat some food, walk home and enjoy the safety of your apartment with your demonic roommate.
the sun was setting and the townsquare was getting less and less busy with people going home or having dinner elsewhere.
a rough grip latched onto your shoulder, and you were forced to turn around, coming face to face with the library creep.
he was scowling and obviously irritated.
“you’re the sneakiest bitch i’ve ever met,” he said through gritted teeth.
you were doing all you could to create some distance between you two.
“fuck off! let me go!” you demanded, trying to shove him away as far as possible but the man didn’t even budge an inch.
“oh, really sweetheart? are you sure you don’t want your phone back first?” he held up the device in his other hand.
you could feel the color draining from your face.
the phone was set on the sink of the bathroom while you were washing your hand and you must have left it in there.
which meant one thing: he had followed you inside the restroom, waited till you left, & took the phone.
for a moment in time, you were completely alone with this poor excuse of a man.
lord knows what could have happened...
your eyes landed on his outfit.
a green jacket concealing a long sleeved striped shirt.
if your eyes could get any wider, they would have.
that green jacket was the same as the one you’d seen at the cafe. it was used to cover up his striped shirt that you would have noticed right away.
this entire time, you were in his sight.
his clutch on your sweater allowed him to haul you to a vacant and dark alleyway.
you kept screaming for help but the loud music of the square drowned out your pleas.
his camera bag was unzipped on the ground of the alley and not a single camera was inside.
in it, there was a pocket knife, rope, tape, and a bottle of pills.
(hold onto your wigs ladies for these next parts :O)
WITHIN A SECOND OR TWO! the man’s grip on you loosened because his body was flung against a wall with such a violent force.
you were confused and still scared as fuck.
he was lost and in pain.
both of you glanced at the entrance of the alley.
to him, there were only people passing by, and nobody appeared to notice the scene.
to you, the shadow of a tall boy stood at the entry point of the alley with glowing eyes. you’d know those crimson orbs anywhere.
(this is basically what you were seeing.)
AAAAAAAAA IT’S YA BOY DEMON!HYUNJIN
a streetlight attached to one of the building walls turned on, illuminating the face of the demon.
his facial expression read anger, irritation, and murder.
he took one step forward:
hyunjin slowly pointed his index finger upward and the body of the creep raised with it in the same pace.
this absolutely scared the crap out of the guy because he couldn’t see who was doing this to him.
his body was probably a good 8 feet above the ground.
“w-what are you doing?” you asked your roommate.
“If this dick is into dangerous situations so badly, i’m gonna put him in one.” hyunjin barked out.
“h-hey! who the hell are you talking to?!” the man frantically asked you.
hyunjin used his other hand to make a choking motion.
the creep suddenly grabbed his throat, feeling it closing up with an invisible power.
hyunjin’s eyes were glowing redder and redder the longer he tortured the man and his scowl grew scarier.
the pocket knife from the camera bag also rose up and stopped a few inches from the man’s forehead.
things were escalating so quickly before anyone could really react.
you ran to hyunjin and clamped your hands onto his arm.
(it wasn’t extremely cold or burning hot as you’d imagined, it felt human-like.)
“stop! you’re gonna kill him!” you pleaded.
a devilish grin (ahahah get it?) was plastered on his face as he said, “that’s the plan.”
“s-sir, please have mercy, wherever you are!” the man coughed out.
whaaaat? he’d heard hyunjin’s voice?
“he…. heard一” you spluttered out before hyunjin interrupted you.
“demons can allow humans hear them if they have enough juice of power. i want this son of a bitch to know that this is his end.” he answered your following question.
“a d-de-mon? oh god, no!” the man shouted.
hyunjin smirked and mocked him, “sorry, but your god isn’t here right now. leave a message after the beep,”
you saw his hands move forward, and the knife did as well but you demanded for him to stop again.
“why should i, huh? he hurt you!” hyunjin was livid at this point.
“i have a little brother, sir! please don’t kill me!” the creep begged.
“well you should’ve thought about him before going after innocent women. remember lee mijung? choi eunbi? or kim seohyeon? those are the women whose lives you’ve fucked up. they’ve got families too. families who will never get the old mijung, eunbi, or seohyeon back after you were done with them.” hyunjin growled.
“how can you know those people?” you asked him.
“we can see in your past memories too. this guy is as sick as perverts get. you would have been victim #8 if i hadn’t done anything.” he answered.
“please! i’ll do anything!” he prayed.
“hyunjin, i know he deserves to be punished but not like this. please. there has to be another way. ” you said.
it took some time but the man finally ended up on the ground with his wrists and legs tied and tape around his mouth.
a swoosh sound came from somewhere and a young boy appeared before you. he had dimples on both cheeks, black hair, doe-like scarlet colored eyes, and wore braces.
hyunjin and the mystery boy did a small handshake and exchanged a few words.
“meet jeongin. he’s a soul collector.” hyunjin introduced the boy who held his hand out.
“a... a what?” you asked as you shook jeongin’s hand.
“a soul collector! i reap souls who do the dirtiest deed on earth and bring them to hell where they will be tormented in the worst ways possible,” jeongin answered and faced the creepy man, “you thought my friend was horrifying? wait till felix and jisung get their claws on you!” he said and winked.
the creep desperately tried to scoot away from the younger boy but failed. they both disappeared in a swoosh.
hyunjin’s eyes met yours and his showed a hint of concern.
“...are you alright? he didn’t hurt you too badly, right?” he asked.
you nodded in reassurance and also asked, “how’d you find me in the first place?”
he answered, “i’d been with you since you’ve left the apartment. who do you think left you the, ‘be cautious,’ message at the coffee place? i knew that guy was no good ever since he spoke to you at the library but i didn’t wanna interfere too much until you absolutely needed me.”
you smacked his shoulder in embarassment and shock, completely forgetting the fact that this kid was a DEMON. “DOES THIS MEAN YOU WENT IN THE BATHROOM WITH ME TOO?!”
the tips of his ears turned pink and he looked like he wanted to knock you out. “WHAT THE FUCK一 NO! i left for a bit while you were in the bathroom which is why i didn’t know he followed you inside or else i would have killed him right there!” hyunjin exclaimed.
“...well… i haven’t had dinner yet. how about we get some takeout and eat at home?” you suggested.
he shrugged and said, “sounds good to me.”
HOLY SHIT OKAY I WASN’T PLANNING ON IT GOING THIS WAY BC I’M MAKING THIS UP AS I GO. IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART 4, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!
#demon!hyunjin#hyunjin#hwang hyunjin#kpop#scenarios#scenario#reaction#reactions#changbin#felix#han#jisung#jeongin#i.n.#bang chan#lee know#lee minho#woojin#seungmin#supernatural#au#demon#fanfic#love#cute#scary#aesthetic#yang jeongin#stray kids#skz
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Me First
TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE, FIGHTING, SWEARING, MENTIONS OF BODILY HARM, RACISM, A TAD BIT OF TRANSPHOBIA AND ANGST.
(AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry if this is kind of bland ,but I am really tired and felt bad for not updating for a while and i've been sick so enjoy)
02/14/2014 12:35 PM Rafael was slammed into a locker, he once again was punched while being told: “You are such a worthless piece of shit!” his boyfriend grabbed his face and kissed his cheek he sometimes wished his boyfriend was not like this Rafael thought to himself “how the fuck did I even get into this relationship” Rafael gave him a sour look “Don’t look at me like that princess” “Just call me prince-” he gets slapped “Don’t fucking correct me you know what you are” Rafael didn’t have the energy to argue with him “Now I got to get to class see you later slut” he smacked Rafeal’s butt he walked away Rafael kept trying not to cry as he picked up his backpack and started to walk to his class the hallways were silent and empty reminded him of how he felt besides all of the Valentines day decorations this holiday made him sick he walked into his class “Mr.Ghali nice of you to show up?” said his teacher he looked at him he had a dead look on his face the teacher showed concern then gestured for him to come to the desk Rafael complied “Are you alright?” “I’m fine why?” he lied “Have you looked at your face?” he pulled out a mirror from his desk and showed him he had a big black eye and hickeys on his neck “Is everything okay at home?” “Just fine” “I heard what happened to your mom” “I’m still fine I just fell down the stairs” he walked away and sat next to his friend Roody immediately tapped his shoulder and signed “Are you okay?” he couldn’t lie to him he signed back “No K-Y-L-E is back on his bullshit” “Did he abuse you again?” “What does it look like?” Suddenly a person sat next to Rafael “I could understand every word you were signing and I just gotta say I’ll punch him for you” Rafael looked at this person fairly androgynous, fair-skinned, wore a black wide-brimmed hat, green flannel, brown eyes had brown and purple hair “Who gave you-?” “Sorry I couldn’t help but chime in my name is Samhain by the way” sticks their hand out to shake Rafael didn’t shake it “I get it I get it, but still sitting here” “No one is stopping you” “Good” Sam started to set up their easel and pulled out an almost complete painting it was a boy in a tight box crying “Wow that looks depressing” “You like it? It’s about my claustrophobia” they take out a lot of oil paints they pull their hair from behind their ear it’s pointed “Hey dude is your ear fake?” Sam looked at Rafael “No its real man wanna touch it?” Rafael was hesitant “S-sure?” he reaches to touch it it is real “Don’t worry man I’m only a half-elf” “Elves aren’t real you stupid fuck!” said a random kid Samhain immediately rebutted with “I’m sorry you are insecure and feel the need to pick on others to hide your dick is tiny!” the kid blushed was silenced Rafael was impressed then he noticed that Sam was wearing gloves “Why are you wearing gloves?” “After class, I’ll show you” then he remembered he had to see Kyle after class or he will get hit again “Can’t my boyf-” “Forget that asshole”
1:30 PM Sam is pulling on Rafael’s arm pulling him to the park near the school and climbed on some equipment into a small area that sat on top of the slide “Why here?” “Fewer people also what I freaks out people” this just raised more questions Sam took off their glove hand held it out “Now shake my hand” he was hesitant, but as soon and he did Sam’s eyes turned white mouth opened with a “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh” sound Rafael let go and Sam came back again and a tear went down their face and went to hug Rafael “Dude what did you do?” Sam let go and wiped the tear “Well I have an ability to touch someone and see their past” “So you saw-” “Everything man your dad was an asshole” “Why do you think he’s dead” Sam laughed a bit “But seriously dude your boyfriend is horrible to you” Rafael sighed “I know he is, not like I can break up with him” “That is where you are wrong you can you are just scared” Rafael knew Sam was telling the truth and slumped in his spot “I know you just met me today, but I cannot stand and watch someone be in this situation” “I appreciate your generosity, but-” “ You need to stop worrying about him and put you first what do you want to do?” Rafael thought for a minute “I want to break up with him, but I feel trapped” Rafeals phone buzzes it’s Kyle he texted “Bitch where are you??? >:(” Raffy sighed Sam looked sad “It’s him isn’t it?” he nodded he felt like crying Sam took his phone and typed “hanging out with my friend” he replied, “Who tf would be friends with you?” “People who don’t beat me just because they feel like it” “You are on your way to another beating >:( ” “I’m breaking up with you” “No, you are NOT” “I need to put myself first” “That is the shittiest excuse I’ve ever heard” Sam looked at Rafael “Wow he is a dipshit” the phone buzzed again “I am going to beat your sorry little ass in front of everyone to show you are a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve love” They gave the phone back and started popping their knuckles and took off their flannel and wrapped it around their waist Rafael was concerned “what are you going to do? “You’ll see”
2:00 PM Sam was practically marching over to the school Kyle was still angrily texting Rafael he was scared of Kyle when he gets like this yet was following Sam, Kyle was in the lunchroom when he saw Rafael he started to march on over full of rage Sam stood in front of Raffy perfectly still fist clenched “Hey Bitch!” Kyle shouted everyone in the attention of the room was caught Sam still stood still and whispered “Leave this will get ugly” Rafael was still scared suddenly Roody grabbed Raffy and moved him out of the room “HEY ASSWIPE WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Kyle shouted he was about to push Sam out of the way Sam grabbed Kyles arm Kyle was surprised and shouted “LET GO DIPSHIT” and went for a punch Sam caught it and said “You really need to work on your anger” then kicked him in the stomach Kyles back hit a table full of kids he quickly got up to punch again, but Sam blocked it and blocked another one and proceeded to punch him in the face Kyle was thrown off guard, but his anger raised and finally got a punch in on Sam “Not so tough are ya?” Sam giggled “I can do this all day”.
2:15 PM Rafael and Sam were now sitting outside the principal’s office Rafael kept looking at sam and his new bruises “we are both screwed aren’t we?” Sam said Rafael sighed “With my mom probably yes” “Probably yes with my aunt” “Why your aunt?” “I live with her since my parents died” “Oh dang so you are birdman with extended family” Sam laughed “SAMHAIN MARIE LOVECRAFT” Sam froze suddenly a dark-skinned woman with white tattoos, white long hair, with a pastel purple dress was in the room “What did you do?” “Aunt-” “Rafael!” Khadijah walked into the room “I got a call from the principal what’s happening?” she saw the bruises on him she started to touch them “Who did this?” before he has a chance to answer Kyle walked out of the office with a death glare pointing at Rafael “Ms. Ghali Ms. Lovecraft we are ready for you” they all walked in.
2:30 PM “SO YOU KNEW MY CHILD WAS IN THIS TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!” “Ms.Ghali-” “AND YOU DID NOTHING!” “Not nothing-” “What kind of bullshit school is this” Ms. Lovecraft said “Celine-” “Don’t fucking Celine me! You are going to persecute my nibling for defending their friend?” “Well, she-” “You won’t even use the right pronouns for them!” Sam and Rafael were looking at their caregivers ripping the principal a new one they felt bad yet amused suddenly Khadijah said “You have 24 hours to fix this or I will sue the school for discrimination!” she grabbed Rafael by the arm Celine did the same for Sam as they got to the parking lot Celine started laughing “Are you actually going to sue the school?” Khadijah chuckled “No I don’t even have a lawyer” “I never properly introduced myself I’m Celine Lovecraft I am Sammy’s aunt” extends her hand to shake “I’m Khadijah Ghali I am Rafael’s mother” shakes her hand “Do you have a ride home?” “Unfortunately no my husband has the car I took the bus here” “I can drive you and Sam home my car has enough” They all get into the car the adults started talking about their lives the teens looked at each other and knew this would start a beautiful friendship.
05/21/2014 4:03 PM Sam was knocking on the door vigorously Raffy answered “Welcome Eldritch god” “Happy to be here juniper boy” Sam had a backpack “Sleepover again?” “Hell yes get in here” Raffy pulled them in laughing Khadijah was in the living room “Hello Sammy” “Hi Ms. G! I’m spending the night again!” “I heard don’t break anything like last weekend” “No promises!” The two teens laughed and ran up the stairs. They make it to Rafael's room “Alright crack open the bag what do you got?” Sam sat on the bean bag chair and rummaged through “Well some sunflower seeds, Plateau Condensation, some horror flicks also” they pull out a bag of weed “Ah hell yeah but did you bring the Air freshener” they pull out a can of it.
7:38 PM “Hoe you don’t run from a serial killer!” “Defend yourself!” they proceeded to throw popcorn at the tv a scream came from the TV “Why do we watch these if we are gonna know they get killed” “I don’t know it’s funny and hilarious with your best bud” “I mean true” a knock is heard they start hiding the weed someone opens the door it’s Sahar “Hey bro can I crash in here?” “Yeah man” “Also I’m about to say something I’ll probably regret later” Rafael was skeptical “which is?” “Can I have a hit of the weed?” “Sure man close the door mom will smell” he closes the door and sits on the floor and takes the joint and takes a hit and coughs hard Raffy and Sam laughed and Sam said “If you aint chokin you ain’t toking” Sahar passed it to Sam “So Sahar what made you wanna be a weeder with us” Sahar pointed to the door and suddenly heard yelling “HERMES YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE” all three teens looked at each other and Raffy sighed and said, “Your dad is here again?” “Yup he just does not learn” “Why is mom yelling at him?” Sahar sighed “He heard about Dembe dying and now just now is deciding he wants custody of me” “Oh hell no” Sahar scoffed “As if mom can’t provide for both of us” Sam passed to Rafael, Sam just said “Dang your family life seems more complicated than mine” “How so?” Sahar asked Sam sighed “Well I live with my aunt who is considered a freak in the elf world because she is a dark-skinned light elf and transgender, she is also fostering my cousin who is drow elf, and she is married to a centaur and is fostering me all because my uncle decided to be racist” Rafael passed to Sahar “Wait a minute a centaur? Isn’t she married to a dude in a wheelchair?” “Yeah he hides his horse half in there like some magic shit” “Wait does he use the horse half with your aunt” he smirked Sam pushed him “Please don’t put that image in my head” “Well everyone has sex” he laughs “Except mom” Sahar laughed Rafeal laughed even harder everyone in the room was then suddenly they hear a vase break down stairs “GET OUT OF MY HOME YOU ARE NOT WELCOME” both Sahar and Rafeal were silently rooting for this, Sam grabbed the remote and turned the volume up on the TV they all silently agreed to deal with this later.
07/02/16 11:06 AM “A is for Organization” “In what fucking Alphabet?” “Shhhh” Sam said as they picked up a box Raffy was left confused a grey skinned man with red hair said “Don’t question anything my cousin says dude” “I’ve been friend with them for a bit and 97% of what they say confuses me” “Well you are going to live with them” “Too true dude” he moved a box into the empty space Rafeal was long graduated Sam recently did and now they could finally live together with Roody of course Rafeal felt like his life was coming together at last.
#somberoutcast#kennysatyr#RafealGhali#Samhainlovecraft#SaharGhali#khadijhaghali#hermes#originalcharacters#original universe#originalseries#this took way too long#verytired#triggerwarning#nonbinary#transgender#lightelf#drowelf#abusiverelationship#clapback#newcharacterintroduction#toomanyhastags
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Got it ol in me ded moroz bag, eNJOY THE INFO DUMP, CHILDREN.
1. Andrey Mironov and his Interesting Facts
Lemme not be original and recite the facts that might just as well be very-well known but I myself constantly forget about these:
The dude suffered from skin boils (furuncles) all over his body: this is one of the reasons he always wore these never-ending turtlenecks, it was just a way to hide the skin horrors. Those fuks also hurt af which bothered Mironov’s stage partners and friends in scenes where he’d have to fall and/or get caught by other people, because that they’d have to grab all his 20359582 sore spots and deliver The Pain. Obvs they’d be like m8 lets just change this scene but Mironov insisted to do it for The Art, so all they were left with was to figure out how to grab him today to lessen the pain.
The dude got one real daughter and one fake daughter (stepdaughter ok ok), both were named Maria, which never fails to entertain me whenever pics of both of them show up and ppl are like HECK YEA MASHAS!!! WAIT WHICH MASHA IS THIS??? The fake daughter recently split up from Livanov’s murder son which is a shame imo, it really looked like there was something good going on but alas.
Mironov was the epitome of YOLO, in a positive way, all Mironov and His Friends ever cared about is how to make money and have a grand time, bc nobody was ever rich in the USSR and tbh not that happy either. They can and they WILL get across half of Russia on a scooter to make a show for the grandmas of the Meat Processing Factory No. 425 for em sweet sweet 100 roubles, the absolute SLÜTE for the cash and vodka, jump in for the Good Kush and do not look back. The shite they did on their international theater tours is something else entirely, ma dudes, but basically: THEY WILL EAT YOUR CROPS, STEAL THE FOOD FROM SQUIRRELS, BEG STRANGERS FOR MONEY, DO A GROUP PISSING.
The betch was a constant victim of pranks: whether it was from Livanov and his canteen sausages, or his bffs Shirvindt and Derzhavin who packed his bag for his honeymoon with bricks and a portrait of Lenin, but the pranking shitstorm was relentless and neverending and it looks like Mironov took it all with a big ol face of :’)
2. The most dramatic celebrity romance
I think we can agree it’s them fucking Vladimir Vysotsky and Marina Vlady, my gOD how fucknig dramatic and inflated and over-exposed and fucking overrated, the meaning of DRAMA itself. Yall know how much the government LOATHED every single breath Vysotsky took anyways, thenks to his poetry/songs that rightfully shat all over the most prominent aspects of living in the USSR, so the guy was rolling in constant drama 24/7 as it was, bUT THEN! He just HAD to get involved with a French fucking actress and make it serious: cue the absolute shitshow of them trying to get married, then an even bigger shitshow of Vysotsky getting so fearless he wanted visas to visit his wife in France and he gOT THEM in the end, possibly resulting in the government using his cutouts as target practice. So the betch keeps spitting out his Realest Songs despite them being forbidden, gets a free pass to teh fuckin ABROAD!!!!!! to dick his wife down, and gets away with it ol!!!!! The romance is so fucking shite lmao the gal is still trying to make it out as something Special when the motherfucker was quite openly cheating on her left and right, he literally died with his new burd at his bed (i am so sorry yarmolnik’s wife i luv ur husband and i hope yall still happy together). I think I’ve accidentally read a snippet from her book where she fuckien started describing them FUCKING in some cringy terms i was like hELLO???? THE SHIDD??? Basically, every aspect of Vysotsky’s life and their marriage was always some full-blown drama and tragically enough it still is bc all these other fucks are still alive and throbbing for attention i am so tired.
However, I cannot not include a VERY HONOURABLE ADDITION of uuh ~somewhat” celebs because this romance was GOOD, AND VERY GOOD, AND EXTREMELY GOOD!!!!!
Fucking Brian Grover and Elena Golius in 1938, the absolute mad lads. We have a luv story of an English engineer and some Russian gal who fell in love despite the very real fears in the current regime and all, and despite the gal being woke enough to try and dodge such a potential death sentence on her ass, but Grover’s intentions were good and pure and serious so the otp became canon. The dude was such a sicc engineer he got actually nationwide famous thanks to his sicc good actions during some oil rig explosion disaster, which did make him a celeb I guess. After that the gal felt safe enough to confess her luv and get married but SYKE LOL good luck with that in the fucking 1930s! So Grover came up with a Cunning Plan where he just quit his job, bought an old truck and hid the gal between flour bags, transported her to Moscow and they somehow managed to get married there, bUT SYKE AGAIN!! He had to come back to England one day and when he wanted to return back to Russia TOUGH LUCK LOL THE POLITICAL SITUATION HAS CHANGED UR BLOCKED BETCH BYE. The wife pleads the government and is told to get fuck’d, she applies for a visa and gets fuck’d, the husband accepts a job in Persia and works there for five years in hopes that the country has sum Right People to help him get in Russia, but no luck. Finally, the wife writes to him that’s all lost and rip and they should just forget it all, and this is where Grover goes :)
One day a nice man shows up at London’s flying school asking for a pilot’s license, to which he obvs gets a rational answer of UH M8 YOU GOTTA COMPLETE THE FLYING COURSE N ALL IT LITERALLY TAKES YEARS TO DO??? and the man says that’s ok :)) i am ready :)) in just under a MONTH he gets his license, and uses his last money to buy an old plane and pay another pilot to accompany him on his Surprise Journey, which was literally FLYING ACROSS THE CONTINENT ILLEGALLY TO RUSSIA TO SEE HIS WIFE. So em fucks buckle up and navigate their way with a help of a fuckigg world map from a high school geography book, it was so cold Grover had to water the fuel meter with hot coffee from his thermos to stop it from freezing, all until they finally ran out of everything and safely crashed SOMEWHERE in Russia.
So as the shocked as fuck farmers watch an English fucking plane crash in their field, some nice gent crawls out and in broken Russian says something liek Hello I am Brian Grover and I’m Here To See My Wife :))
Cue the NKVD prison, the mass coverage from the press, the criminal charges up to 10 years in gulags bc of how many fucking laws he broke, but as it became very clear that his only objective was to see his wife, the court suddenly chilled the fuck out and only ordered him to pay a fine and allowed the luv burds to ~reunite~ while the court cheered. SO BRIAN AND ELENA GOT TOGETHER FOREVA AND HAD TWO KIDS AND LIVED WITH EACH OTHER ALL THEIR LIVES TILL THEY WERE LIKE 90 AND DIED ONE YEAR APART!!!!!
IF THAT AINT THE MOST DRAMATIC ROMANCE IN THE USSR THEN NOTHING ELSE IS.
3. Goodie actors/Baddie actors
i wallow quite a lot in biographies and autobiographies n all, and from them i certainly learned that no person is just 100% good or evil, like there are always aspects of their lives where they are assholes, but there are always good sides to them as well, so in that conclusive sense of ASSHOLE vs ANGEL, nobody is either. My luv smoktun is a strong power bottom irl but an absolute annoying betch when it comes to The Art, mikhalkov is the fuckin devil child but everybody always praises how good of a director and even a friend he was (NOT ANYMOR HUH), Livanov is always that 50/50 on the pure evil vs goodness good scale, like it’s hard to just pinpoint a BETCH or a UWU.
But I’ll try and say that on the Bad scale, it’s usually the gals, and Nonna Mordyukova is one of them. Like we have divas, but then there’s this gal where you just never know what she’ll do to you. A nightmare to work with (”mordyuk” the “”swear word””” from the diamond arm is literally Gaidai getting pissed at working with her this much), explosive in life, holding fucking nothing sacred. Varley, her daughter-in-law, was just liek TF 24/7 bc one day the grandson would be her best person ever and then SUDDENLY she’d be like FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS KID WHO KNOWS WHERE IT CAME FROM!!! despite the kid being a carbon copy of Mordyukova’s son. You’re just constantly at her vague mercy wondering which stars should align today for her to suddenly change your mind about you, like idk what is everybody loving about her but she was a rather heavy and unpleasant person to be around and fuck that. Also, not a good fucking actress. Find me a role where she isn’t playing some Ethnic Slavic Woman.
As for the Pure Good, we will never have the Pure but the Big Good is Alexander Abdulov. Trust me, this guy sure knows how to tell you to fuck off and push his own self to get something and punch you in the face and even describe how he’s going to dismember you with a straight face (asdfgh it’s a long story), but he was Good. Anything you read about him, all Good, he was a very friendly guy, outgoing, active, kind, made friends with everybody, was an insane workaholic (only managed to work on the wizards during the night bc for the rest of the day he was busy in FOUR OTHER FILMS SIMULTANEOUSLY). I luv his own fake daughter story bc he really did consider Alfyorova’s daughter his own, and he’d fuckin punch you so hard if you tell him otherwise. As he said himself, he knows all her problems, all her interests, all her worries and joys, so she is his 100% no-gmo daughter. aND the fake daughter has an insta n everything and everytime she mentions Dad it’s nothing but love and rainbows and almost a decade later after his death she still cannot bring herself to visit his grave bc she just doesn’t believe that he is truly dead. All of that, mind you, with the fact that abdul and alfyorova split up and he had a family of his own later in life n all, so there was NO obligation for anything at all from either of them and yet still abdul loved her senselessly. She’s ask for a bag of sweets and he’ll get her a fucking truck of these, total mad lads all around. PLUS he was Peltser’s almost fake son she luved him this much, and stories about Peltser indicate that she was One Hell of a woman, and yet even she crumbled before the Good. I’m just never worried when it comes to articles about abdul bc i know it’s either clickbait or something good again.
THAT’S ALL DED MOROZ HAD IN HIS BAG FOR THESE QUESTIONS, CALL SNEGUROCHKA X3 MORE TIMES TO SUMMON MORE
#andrey mironov#alexander abdulov#vladimir vysotsky#QUESTION TIM BITCH#ASK MORE MY BALLSACK IS STILL FUL- shouldnt have said that
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paper roses
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1872 words, fluff, dance class!!!!!!! hao is a little shit
It had been a few days since you hung out with Minghao at his apartment. The two of you became closer by the second. It was really easy to talk to him, and he made you feel more than comfortable. Today, October 17th, was the day you would attend Hao’s dance class. English was your only class on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s, so you woke up early just for this.
Y/n: hey hao, I’m on my way. Where am I going?
Hao: wait you’re coming today?? I forgot… y/n I don’t think it’s a good idea to come today…
Y/n: hao tf
Hao: im sorry hun… please not today.
Y/n: hao!! im coming today. Literally on the bus? I woke up for u :((( appreciate me plsss
Hao: can I call you?
It sounded serious so you called him and he answered right away.
“Y/n, I need to tell you something.”
“Hao, you’re scaring me”
“I…”
“Hao, I swear to god the fuck is up”
“I just wanted to hear your voice. Room 311.” Click!
This fuckin’ boy oh my GOD.
You traveled up the stairs to meet Hao. It was 9:24, a few minutes early. As you approached the dance room, you saw Soonyoung and Junhui waiting outside. Soonyoung had his arm laced around his boyfriend, Chan, and Junhui was leaning against the wall. Minghao was nowhere to be seen.
“Hey guys, fancy meeting you here.” You playfully walked up to the boys, giving each a hug.
“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Chan asked. It had been a long time since you saw him. The last time being at graduation. It was the first time seeing him on campus.
“She’s here to see her new beau, Minghao.” Soonyoung explained as he pulled Chan back into his arms.
“It isn’t like that…” You look to your shoes.
“Sure, it is, you napped together.” Junhui rubbed salt into the wound. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter every second.
“Well, I, he, uh… I had horrible cramps. He… he took care of me… he made me tea and gave me a hot pack. I fell asleep while he was in the shower and I guess we snuggled? Cuddled? I woke up in his arms. It was nice…” You trailed off as you brought your hands up to hide your blushing cheeks. Minghao walked up behind you and snaked his arms around your now exposed waist, kissing your cheek. This made you turn around into Minghao’s chest as you clung in embarrassment.
“Hey princess.” He giggled and tickled you, resulting in a flare-up of laughter from the both of you.
“It’s like they’re already dating. It’s been like, what, two weeks? Two weeks since you first talked?” Junhui drew out a cocky tone. That wasn’t usual for him, but you could tell it was only to get a rise out of Hao.
“Babe,” Chan says to Soonyoung, “They act like us.” Those two have been dating for years.
It’s as if Minghao was waiting for this moment, a certain segue to reveal what’s been on his mind. He shuffled a bit while keeping you in his arms.
“Hey, Y/n… listen. I know we haven’t been talking for long but I really enjoy your company. I like talking to you about what we read in class. You actually get me to go. I mean, I would still do the reading if I didn’t have to show up, I find it interesting. But anyways I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me in a different setting? Maybe a nice café where we can talk and stuff? I just… Y/n I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Hao, we’ve already slept together.” He took your face into his hands, cupping your cheeks. “I’ve been to your apartment.”
“Don’t say it like that! I held you in my arms as you slept your cramps away. It was special.” He smiled, “Plus, we mostly talked about Junhui and I during dinner.”
“Mmm, with that yummy Chinese food! Who’s so punk now?” You looked up with a sly grin, pulling him closer to you.
“My amazing fashion choices don’t mask my soft heart.”
The three boys nodded in agreement to the fact that Minghao had a soft heart, and it was even softer for you.
“I think we need to head into class now, it’s 9:31,” Junhui interrupted the soft moment. He turned to me, “Today we’re practicing our new dance moves. Us four are in a group for this assignment.”
“We have separate practice rooms, but we need to check in for attendance,” Soonyoung chimed in.
After the boys were checked in, it was time to head across the hall to Room 317. You sat on the floor close to the speaker Junhui brought. With Soonyoung’s phone plugged in, you became the DJ. After a few clicks, you landed on Chan’s work out playlist for warm-up stretches. This really was a group effort. Minghao commented before starting the actual practice session that “you’re a pretty hot DJ.”
“Shut up, punk. Just do your dance thing for me.” You acted like you didn’t care but it didn’t phase Minghao and he decided to join in on the fun.
“What is it, Y/n? Would you like a lap dance?” He sauntered over and sat in your lap, pressing all of his weight into your body. “Is this what you wanted?” He added as he peppered you with kisses on your cheeks.
“Hao… you’re crushing… me… haaOOWW HAO IT HURTS!” Being able to barely move, you tried to muster up the strength to push Minghao off but you both tumbled onto the floor laughing as he pulled you closer.
“Excuse me, but both our DJ and our dancer need to do their jobs.” Soonyoung walked over, pulling you both to your feet and dragging Minghao away from you. “Y/n, please play the performance playlist, it’s not too far down from Chan’s.”
“Alrighty, one performance playlist coming up.” You responded with a salute.
“That was cute, babe.” Hao smiled, resting his hands on his hips.
“Hao, you literally just asked me out and you’re already calling me babe. We haven’t been on a date yet.”
“And?” He started walking over and Soonyoung glanced over to Junhui and Chan realizing that not much practice would happen today.
“And you already pepper my face with kisses.” You said with a pout and crossed arms.
“Well, I don’t want to kiss your lips without permission.” Hao squatted in front of you.
“But my cheeks and forehead and nose are fine?” You retorted with a sly grin.
“Uh, you’re right. I’m sorry I should’ve asked.” Hao suddenly got flustered, falling onto his butt and running his fingers through his hair.
“Lol nah babe you’re good. I think it’s really cute.”
“Did you just say ‘lol’ out loud?” Minghao shimmied closer to kiss your cheeks again but was met with your hands blocking him.
“So, what if I did?”
“Hao, she just called you cute.” Junhui interrupted our cute competition. “Dude we have to practice for the performance, so kiss your girlfriend and get over here.”
Hao leans in, giving you a quick peck on the nose. He’s quick to stand up by hopping to his feet. Covering his blushing face with his hands, he joins the boys in formation, and whispers, “She isn’t my girlfriend yet.”
Junhui softly nudges his shoulder, “I know.”
The dance session was heated as the boys practiced over and over again, striving for perfection. The dance was intoxicatingly well executed and you were extremely impressed with the combined efforts. Their dance teacher was making rounds to the different teams and spent a solid amount of time helping. Around 12:15, the boys packed up their stuff and headed to check out before hitting the showers.
“Hurry and get your cute butt in the shower and don’t be late for class! Soonie, Channie, Junnie, it was nice seeing you guys. I can’t wait for the recital!” You hugged all of the sweaty boys and found a spot along the wall outside the locker room to sit. Class didn’t start for another 25 minutes or so, and waiting for Hao wouldn’t hurt, right? You hoped that he came out with enough time to walk over.
“I got the shower first and Hao whined, but he’ll be out in a minute. He’s singing his heart out in there too, quite the performance.” Junhui walked by and grinned, heading to his own class.
“He can sing?” You buried your burning cheeks into your hands.
“Are you okay, princess?” Hao suddenly showed up with his hair slightly wet and a towel around his neck. He changed into a more fashion forward outfit including a long coat to beat the cold, crisp air outside. He wore his black ripped jeans, keeping the outfit together with a tasteful amount of punk.
“You can sing?!” Immediately standing, you rushed toward Hao with wide eyes.
In a sing-song-y tone, Hao sung part of his performance track as he watched your jaw slack in awe. “Close your pretty lips, babe.” He kissed your lips as you brought your hands to his face. Hao bent down to be closer, and pulled your waist in. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“Me too, Hao.” You stopped and stared into each other’s eyes, smiling widely, before realizing that it was 12:43 and you definitely didn’t have enough time to sprint across to the building where your class was. It wasn’t too far, so you made a run for it. You stumbled into class, practically tripping over each other, as the teacher called attention for attendance.
As you settled into your seats, Hao behind you, he pulled out his planner and wrote his note for today. You noticed that he made notes sometimes and asked what he was writing. Hao turned his planner around for you to see: October 17th, I asked Y/n out and she came to watch me dance. I kissed her… I want to do it again. She’s my everything~
Blushing, you reach over the desk to hold Hao’s hand. “I want you to hold me…” You trailed off as you remembered that class was starting.
“After class, okay?” Hao spun you around to face the front of the room. Hao started to fold sheets of paper instead of paying attention to the lesson. He tapped your shoulder and whispered, “Psst, hey baby, when is your birthday?”
“In a week, why?” You whispered back.
“I only have a week?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I don’t have much time to prepare!” He went back to folding his papers. You looked back, contemplating if he was making origami in anything particular.
“We have school that day, we don’t need to do anything special.”
“But honey, you’re my special girl! Just because it’s a Tuesday doesn’t mean I can’t take you to a fancy dinner or something.”
“It’s been a few weeks, you don’t have to spoil me just yet. What are you folding?”
“Just some lyrics I printed off the internet, you’ll see once I’m done.”
He went back to folding, and you turned back around.
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I was tagged by @springbearhime, thank you so much!!!!! ♡ ♡ I don’t think I’ve ever been tagged in one of these things so it made me unreasonably happy :’)
Posting this under a cut because it ended up being super long!
Nickname: Nic, Rose, Shy
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 20 as of this March!
Time: 10:31 am
Fave Artist: Radiohead right now. PS friendly reminder to blacklist the tag radiohead if you don’t wanna see me spamming, I just queued like 50 radiohead posts bc I have a problem lol
Song stuck in my head: This excellent, underappreciated one hit wonder, She Blinded Me With Science. Also, this live version of Radiohead’s Videotape, because it includes a cool part in the middle that isn’t on the recorded/studio version and I love it.
Last movie I saw: The Incredibles 2
Last thing I googled: Trying to figure out how to properly use the Amazon Alexa my mom bought, lol.
Other blogs: I have a Tera Online blog, which is dead rn because I’m not playing Tera very much anymore and the blog is on another email address so it takes too much effort to access it lol. I also partially abandoned it because I got the feeling people didn’t really like me on there.. got a whole lot of mean anons and all my mutuals stopped talking to me and uhHhh idk what I did but sorry y’all... I think I just complained way too much there honestly. I also have a private rant/journaling blog, because I need to write things down to help me deal with it/get it out of my system.
Do I get asks: I wish!! Sometimes people do message me though but I always get shy ahah. Send me anons! I will answer anything! Hit me tf up!
Why I chose my url: Oh boy, I made this blog when I was probably 16. Autumn was my favorite season and I adore cats. I didn’t use this blog at first because I already had one I was active on and had a lot of friends/mutuals. When I was like 18, this guy I was dating at the would go on that blog and have a huge freakout over nearly everything on it (you posted a selfie and responded to someone that complimented you with a heart??? ARE YOU CHEATING????, etc), so I moved here. I feel kinda bad, I had like 10 messages from different people saying “this blog has zero posts and I want this url can i pls have :(”
Following: 631 LOL. Most people aren’t even active anymore so I should probably go through and clear that out...
What I am wearing: I don’t have work today so I’m still what I slept in - soft Mickey Mouse print boxer shorts and the shirt I wore yesterday lol
Dream job: I don’t really know what I want to do!! Something that makes me happy and doesn’t suck the life out of me, which idk is possible. The idea of working for the rest of my life really depresses me. I am very interested in a ton of things but am not talented at any of them (music, art, film directing or editing, computer programming/coding, writing/editing) so I’m hoping to take some classes at my community college and see if there’s something I’m able to pick up. As a kid I wanted to be an actress (I had no anxiety until I was like 12, it was wild - I was a theater kid haha), then all through middle and high school I wanted to be in a band or be an author/editor, and when I was like 18 I wanted to be an English teacher for quite a while but I’ve realized I’m too shy and definitely not assertive enough.
Dream trip: Japan and all over Europe. Also Australia/New Zealand!!
Fave food: Oof this is hard... I honestly just love food in general. Sometimes it’s burgers and fries, sometimes Chinese food, sometimes Pad Thai, sometimes sushi, sometimes pizza, sometimes pasta... Food is delicious, lol. Right now I’d say probably burgers and fries?
Play any instrument: I took piano lessons for a few years as a kid but hated practicing bc there was pressure from my parents and eventually quit. I wanted to learn how to play the drums but my parents said it was “too loud” so I played trumpet for 4 years in the middle school band and jazz band (because trumpet is SUCH a quiet instrument, lol). I self taught myself guitar in 8th grade and was in a band that never got off the ground, but I haven’t touched guitar since I was probably 16 and really wanna get back into it. I’d love to learn play bass guitar and drums!! Also, fun fact... I was SUPER obsessed with harps as a kid and really wanted to learn how to play one until I was like, 11.
Play(ed) any sport: Aside from being a theater/band kid, I was also v sporty since my dad really wanted boys, hahaha. I played soccer, volleyball, and basketball! I played soccer the longest but I ended up being better at basketball than anything else... but I loved volleyball the most, lmfao. I made some “tryout only” teams for all three sports, which was cool, but any and all sportiness died when I was like 13 or so because Depression Says No and honestly my heart wasn’t in it anymore, it started out as a fun activity but after I was about 10 or 11 I was just doing it because my parents wanted me to and I was really miserable. It was a blessing when they let me quit.
Hair color: Blondeish?? I think?? It’s kinda strawberry blonde in some light.
Languages spoken: English, and three years of classes worth of Japanese. I love languages but it’s super, SUPER hard for my brain to learn them. I want to get back into Japanese, though, because it came pretty easily and was a lot of fun! I tried to learn Spanish for a while since I was living in Argentina, but I was horrible at it and kept adding in Japanese on accident because apparently my brain could only handle two languages and not three, lol.
Random fact: Hmm... I was incapable of rolling my R’s until new years eve this year.. I was v drunk and apparently was just sitting at the table going rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... after months of trying to learn how to do it and not even knowing the proper technique I was just rolling my R without even trying/knowing I was doing it. I’ve been able to since that day, lmfao.
Describe yourself with an aesthetic: Oh boy I don’t even know how to do this??And it depends on my mood??? My brain can’t decide who I am or what my aesthetic is, sometimes it’s crazy cat lady with a huge library in her house, sometimes it’s girl at the county fair with a flowy dress and sunflowers in her hair, sometimes (often) it’s “hi I no longer have black hair anymore but I still feel emo/goth in my soul™, sometimes it’s some bullshit 90s vaporwave stuff, sometimes it’s just “haha i’m here for the memes”, sometimes it’s telescopes and observatories and stars and astronomy, sometimes it’s cutesy pastel... idk what my aesthetic is.
Also here’s a relatable picture of me, ty for reading. I tag... anyone that wants to do this bc I really don’t know who to tag ahhhHhhHHHhhh
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Ashamed (Wonho x Reader)
Admin: Candi
Request: “Can I request an imagine where reader finds out about Wonho's tattoos and nipple piercing? It's weird, I know. – thatweirdoshusukamora”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Wonho x Reader
Genre: Honestly idek, it’s fluff I guess with a wee mention of smut
Warnings: Language (like once)
Words: 1.5k
Authors note: Baby it ain’t weird! I love that idea because I myself am not a child of god so I’ve loads of tattoos and *cough*nipple*cough* piercings and like 100 other piercings so THIS IS RELATABLE cuz some people could be like tf is that. This is a cute fun request so don’t be sayin’ it’s weird cuz it ain’t ily.
*YFN = Your Friends Name
The sixth date hasn’t ended up like you wanted it to, he once again drove you home and left in a hurry. It’s been six dates already and you hang out together all the time, you’ve been seeing him for two months now but the progress seems to be stuck in one phase. You want something else but you don’t want to rush him either, maybe he’s just not into having sex, maybe he’s just taking his time, that seems like a good enough reason to distract you from the other thoughts that are seeping out of that dark place in your mind, you tried your hardest not to let the destroying thoughts like “you’re not good enough”, “he doesn’t want you”, “why would he have sex with you” surface and affect your relationship with Wonho.
You got into your apartment and kicked off the red heels you wore to the date, the pain of them was worth it considering those were his favourite shoes on you, he seemed to have a thing for heels. You were willing to try anything to get him all fired up.
YFN: It’s been hours, answer me already!
Y/N: I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m here now.
YFN: So how did it go ;) Did you get it???
Y/N: No, he left in a hurry as usual.
YFN: Don’t sweat it kiddo, some guys are actually decent and don’t just want sex.
Y/N: He’s handsome, caring AND he doesn’t want to rush sex, is it too good to be true?
YFN: Maybe it is. When are you seeing him next?
Y/N: I’m seeing him in three days, he is busy and I have work and projects to catch up with so three days.
YFN: Are you doing anything exciting or is it going to be a chill day inside?
Y/N: I’m not really sure yet.
YFN: Sure text me details as usual and I’m here to talk whenever!
Y/N: Let’s hang out next week!
YFN: Definitely! I’ll text you later to let you know when I’m available. I gotta go, my child is being clingy af.
Y/N: That’s what you get for getting a puppy, they need all the love but AGH HE’S SO CUTE I can’t wait to meet him.
YFN: Bring treats, he’ll love you forever!
Y/N: Noted! I’ll talk to you later, ily.
YFN: Ily2
You threw your phone on the bed and went to take a warm shower after your date. The November cold was invading your body, your fingers stayed cold and the short walk from the car to your apartment really affected your body temperature but it’s nothing a hot shower can’t fix. After your shower that warmed up every bit of skin, you put on TV and sat down until you felt yourself doze off. Again, you tried your hardest not to think that Wonho isn’t attracted to you and that he might not be comfortable with you but the thoughts lingered and infected your mind. Eventually, you became so tired you evacuated to your bed and let the warmth and amenity take over and soon enough your thoughts were gone along with your consciousness.
In the morning, you quickly got ready and fired out the door to go to work. Usually you didn’t pay attention to people as you walked to work but you ended up bumping into someone.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looki-… Wonho?” Your eyes widen and your mouth parts. He stood still and didn’t say anything, clearly embarrassed. “Since when do you have piercings?” You ask.
“Uhm.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his head and tries to come up with an excuse. “Listen, I have to go, I’ll explain everything later.” An so he ran off, once again leaving you alone without any explanation.
Y/N: WONHO HAS PIERCINGS!!!!
YFN: Oh? Is that new? Are they new? What’s going on?
Y/N: I was walking to work and I bumped into him, he had an eyebrow piercing and a lip ring. THAT’S THE FIRST TIME I’M SEEING THEM??!?!?!
YFN: That’s so weird? Are you sure he didn’t have them when he was with you?
Y/N: Do you think I’d be that blind?
YFM: Idk fam, did he say anything?
Y/N: He said he’d explain later. He looks hella hot in them tho.
YFN: I wonder why he kept it a secret.
Y/N: Beats me, I gotta run to work, I’ll keep you updated!
Wonho: I’m coming over today.
Y/N: Wow you’re actually gonna step foot in my apartment?
Wonho: Very funny.
Y/N: I’m a comedian thank you very much.
Wonho: I’ll see you later.
Obviously the day dragged for you, all you wanted to do was see Wonho and hear what he has to say about the piercings. It shocked you but you weren’t put off by them, he suited them a lot and it made you more sexually frustrated and of course, you didn’t need that at work. All you could think about was Wonho, you wanted your tongue to explore his mouth and maybe find a tongue bar, you wanted to uncover any other secrets he kept under those tight sweaters that made his muscles so much more prominent.
Wonho: I’m picking you up from work.
Y/N: I’m done now, I’ll be out in 5 minutes.
The run to your locker at work was impressive, you didn’t even trip. You wanted to get to him as fast as possible, the feeling of chagrin flooded over you when you realized how much you obey him and what effect he has on you but this wasn’t the time to ponder over it. You grabbed your stuff, waved your work partners goodbye and speed walked to the car. Wonho was wearing his piercings but he wasn’t as smiley as usual. You sat quietly in the car, wondering what was going through his head. All you could do was admire the how the florescent street lights fell on one half his face one by one and illuminated his beautiful brown eyes as you drove home.
While you admired his beauty, you didn’t even realize you arrived at your apartment so he turned around to see you staring at him. His heavy stare quickly brought you back to reality, he licked his lips in annoyance and left the car to open the door for you. You got out and walked towards the door of your apartment while Wonho followed you. Once you finally got to your flat you took a deep breath in order to prepare for this conversation.
“So, what’s going on?” You say while turning around to face him. He got so close to you, you hit the wall behind you. His breath was warm and he started lifting off his shirt. Is this it? Is he ready this time? He threw the black sweater on the floor and backed away from you, spreading his arms to show himself off to you.
“Wow, Wonho that’s… that’s a lot of tattoos and uhm I see your eyebrow isn’t the only thing that has a bar through it.” You cross your arms and admire him from a distance.
“I didn’t want to tell you Y/N.” He admits.
“Did you think you’d be able to keep this a secret for long?”
“I mean, I thought I could but obviously didn’t think logically about it.”
“Why did you want to keep it a secret?”
“So many people left me over it, they had a great time with me but once they saw the tattoos and piercings they were gone.”
“Did the nipple piercings hurt?” You start showing more interest.
“Yeah, like a bitch.” He laughed.
You put your palms on his cheeks and kissed him, his hands automatically wrapped around you bringing you closer to him, practically lifting you off the ground. The kisses were hungry, it was evident the both of you wanted to get underneath each other’s clothes for so long but Wonho’s fear was preventing him from doing so but tonight it would be different, he finally showed himself off to you and his exterior doesn’t change the type of person he is and that’s who you were falling in love with, just because he has tattoos and piercings doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, you were glad he trusted you enough to explain everything and now you get to enjoy him whole, just like you wanted.
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