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#the way he talks might make you go who asked u?? mind your own business - but i like to think he meant well

lovingluxury · 22 days

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「 Nom. 」

「 blue lock. | headcanons. 」

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ Rin, Sae, Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, Reo x gn!reader | fluff

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ headcanon count: 49 in total

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ notes: more at the end of the entry.

×° Rin °×

-> Would look at you with a judgy look and mind his own business after.

-> He ignores it until he feels your teeth sinking in his upper arm again.

-> he would not need to ask what you wanted to achieve with biting him out of the blue, his gaze speaks enough for itself.

-> When you explain him, it was a love bite but in a non-sexual way, showing him you love him, he would not understand, why you wound like to bite him rather than just say the words 'I love you' or to show it in other ways.

-> But he would get used to it. After some time.

-> I think, he would simply accept his fate of being bitten and maybe bite you back once.

-> But be prepared to be ignored afterwards and to never ever talk about it again.

×° Sae °×

-> Like Rin, he would give you a judgy look but 10x WORSE.

-> He would GLARE at you like you brought up the law to make football illegal.

-> And he wouldn’t say anything UNTIL you give him an explanation.

-> And this dude bites u back SO hard back, you stop doing it out of fear, he might bite a piece of your flesh out the next time.

-> And it helps for like two or three months before you try again with light bites.

-> Then he bites you back, this time a little lighter, but still hard enough to scare you to not do it for a while.

-> It would go on like that for a while until he accepts his fate of getting nomed no matter what he does against it. Just don’t bite too hard to leave marks.

×° Bachira °×

-> This dude would bite you back in an instant.

-> No hesitation, he would bite you in your shoulder with a little too much force, making you squeak.

-> But I can also imagine that he starts noming you out of the blue.

-> And with that the nom war starts.

-> Who noms the other more often throughout the day wins.

-> I can see all the bite marks on both of you from when you bit the other a little to hard.

-> It almost looks like an aggressive cat bit you from head to toe.

-> The bites seem just a little too big for a cat. But no one asks further. And no one speculates who it was.

-> Except his teammates. But they know who it was. They simply shut their mouths.

×° Isagi °×

-> He would be a little worried and would ask you if everything is alright.

-> Maybe you miss something, maybe you’re hungry, maybe he’s sitting on something you’ve been searching the whole time and you need it.

-> He’s just worried.

-> After you explain him, it’s nothing alerting, just a way of showing your love, he calms down.

-> He thinks it’s cute. It remembers him of a cat. He saw many cats on the internet biting their owner lightly as a way of showing their love.

-> A little extravagant, but still cute.

-> When he has the courage, he bites you back now and then. Not often though.

-> He just doesn’t want to hurt you.

×° Chigiri °×

-> Head empty, he just noms you back.

-> Of course he knows what you want to tell him and what a nom is, he follows all the trends.

-> Like Bachira, he would challenge you at this, who can nom the other more often throughout the day.

-> He would even record it occasionally, edit all the clips in one smooth video like all those shelving videos and upload it on TikTok.

-> the people in the comments would freak out and literally scream (all comments are written in caps) at how cute they think it is.

×° Nagi °×

-> He's so lazy, he would simply ignore it.

-> Maybe he wouldn't even feel your bite.

-> He would not say a word about it, that lazy he is.

-> But he would bite you back once, when he is laying over you like a blanket, his face in the crook of your neck.

-> A light nom in your shoulder. Not too hard to hurt you but not too light to not feel it.

-> Forget bringing him to mom you again, even this is a hassle for him.

×° Reo °×

-> Reo would look at you, all lovey dovey, with hearts in his eyes.

-> He thinks everything you do is cute.

-> This dude loves everything you do. He's obsessed with every bit of it.

-> You don't need to explain, he understands it's a way to show your love. He saw cats doing it enough times.

-> He is so nice and would return the gesture with a light nom in your shoulder. You won’t even feel his teeth sinking in your flesh.

-> He doesn't like it, when you get hurt, especially if he’s the one who hurt you.

-> After you started that, he’s continuing it with abit here and then.

-> He would stand behind you, warping his arms around your waist and then sink his teeth in you shoulder or upper arm.

𒈔ٍ⃛ㅤ ㅤ lovs monologue:

it turned out shorter than I thought. Especially Chigiris and Nagis part 🥲. Maybe I'll write something separate for them, when I feel like it.

any questions? feel free to ask! — ©lovingluxury 2024 — do not translate, re-upload without permission

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hyuckmov · 7 months

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haechan — settle down pt.3 (rockstar hyuck) | preview

wc: 904 words genre: angst, suggestive? | read part 1, part 2 a/n: life is crazy and scary, but this fic and interacting with u guys about it has been a constant and i'm so grateful for that :) motivating myself to keep going by posting this here, this is the opening to part 3 - the final part! let me know what u think!!! thank u for all the love <3

there was something wrong with haechan.

something's different. that's what jeno had said earlier, after the show. exhausted from sleepless nights, screaming fans making him feel nauseous, haechan barely paid attention to anything during his performances except for his own guitar. he hardly looked at the crowd, didn't acknowledge their pleas of his name, as if it wasn't one he recognised at all.

he'd started missing parties, and was barely there even if he showed — ignoring the way girls swarmed around him, wondering if he was playing a new game, one where they had to work harder to earn his attention, one that they never could seem to win.

but out of all of haechan's bad habits, this might be the worst of them – sitting in the living room past midnight, sipping down to the last dregs of his alcohol, waiting for the knock on his door.

it was late now — so late that the hours had bled into the next day. he hadn't seen you at the concert, not at the party, and despite telling himself not to dream, not to hope, he still carried enough desperation in him to stay up again.

he's relieved he did.

his hands shake as he opens the door. his hands falling to his sides as he drinks in the sight of you, letting you in.

"hi," you breathe, and you don't ask before you lean into him, soft lips brushing his plush ones.

he's at a loss for words, his tongue numb in his mouth, limbs still heavy from how tired he'd been all day. he lets you guide him to the couch, into the cushions. lets you straddle his hips, holding your body close to his with careful arms, as he meets your kisses gently.

something's different, but haechan's not the only one who's changed. on nights like these, it feels like all you do is take and take and take.

"i haven't seen you in a while," he murmurs. quietly, softly, the words almost getting lost in between kisses. immediately after he says the words, he slots his lips with yours firmly, as if afraid of what you would say if he let the space between you and him grow, his tongue stroking over yours.

"i've been busy." at the crestfallen look on his face, a small smile tugs at your lips, and you lean in to brush your lips with his. "why? did you miss me?"

"i did," he says, almost timid. "i missed you."

at this, you raise your eyebrows. "you could have had anyone else."

but he shakes his head. "i missed you," he repeats, hands mapping your skin, as if checking if you were really here, seeking the familiar way you fit into his palms, your slopes and your edges.

"i missed you too," you say, meaningfully, letting him pull you in. but when you push against him, body rocking into his and mouth open and wanting, the glow in your eyes tells him you're talking about something else entirely.

his mind races. the feeling of you against him wakes him up like nothing else, the way you touch him, your smell and your taste setting fire to all his senses. there's something sweet about your lips tonight, something he wants to savor on his tongue and drown in all at once.

he doesn't want to waste any of this, because this was the only thing you ever wanted to see him for, now — and that's what he reminds himself as he pulls you into his body, because finally, finally, your attention is all on him, an electric heat simmering over each fibre of his being, the feeling of your body too good to be true.

but it's been one too many nights he's waited, a weight on his chest and a drowsiness he can't shake overcoming him like a cloyingly sweet poison.

"i–" he's cut off by a shuddering inhale as your lips travel down to his neck, your hips grinding against him just right. "baby, i'm sorry," he tries again, his hands now gripping onto your waist, trying to steady you, even as he gives up. "i don't think i can take care of you tonight."

you still.

"don't go, please," he begs. "i'm sorry, it's been…it's been a long day and i…" he breaks off. the performance. the fight with the band. the fact that he'd been drinking for hours, the starless sky inky black outside his window, his fingers still stinging from plucking at guitar strings all night. "just give me a second," he stammers, burying his face in his hands, tugging at his features, before looking up at you with tired eyes. "i'll be fine in a minute, then we'll go to the bedroom, i just —"

your hands slide down the slope of his shoulders.

"don't go," he repeats, hands fumbling for yours as he brings them up to his lips, like a prayer. "i can take care of you, i promise. just…"

"donghyuck," you say, softly. again you smile, cupping his face in your palms. his round cheeks, plush lips, the slight flare of his nose. he almost goes cross-eyed staring at you, as you lean in close and kiss him again – this one different than the rest, close-lipped and chaste.

"hyuck, let me take care of you tonight, okay?"

caught in a riptide of his own longing, he lets go.

#haechan angst #fic: rockstar haechan #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haechan au #nct dream angst #nct dream smut #nct angst

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yourlocalstranger123 · 7 months

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Hello I luv your writing may I request a yandere Nanook (if you write for him) with a Aeon of wind reader who's like Venti

U don't have to write this if this makes you uncomfortable is it fine if it's fluff?

|\/|Xx×!¡《Nanook》¡!×xX|\/|

ofc! Also, i appreciate you putting what kind of theme you wanted, like fluff. Bc I sometimes I add angst to a fluff bc they didn't exactly tell me what kind of theme, so I just take it as a free for all...(I still feel guilty-)

Also, im not too familiar with the lore, aeon's, and stuff. Especially his personality, so I might get it wrong. So I'll just go with the typical yandere who goes softer with you? For the fluff and since you said reader who's like venti, I view him as free going, so there won't be too many dark things about him being a yandere (and since it's mostly fluff)

Why every time I read my own writing, I think of the wattpad 😨😱😭

Warning: Murder mention

×Beauty of destruction×

Xx×—' and life ♥︎ '—×xX

× He wasn't interested in you at first, only focusing on destroying things. He sees the creation of the universe as a mistake and sought to destroy everything. As he was busy with his own plans, he felt a gust of wind thrown at him. He turned around to see you playfully laugh.

× he scoffed in annoyance but didn't bother to kill you.... but your alluring chuckle caught his attention. Seeing you directly gift your blessing to the people who walked your path so easily... Smiling as if something new and wonderful has been newly created and brought upon the world. Why were you so...happy?

× his dead "heart" started thumping against his chest as he watched you... he never felt so intrigued with something or someone. Did you do something to him? Why is his heart beating so hard against his chest? It hurts....but it hurts so good

× he was bothered by this new feeling...it felt confusing. He wanted to hear your voice, touch you, embrace you... but the most cunfusing part for him is that he wants you to be his, his only, but he wants to be yours too... it's simple, really, but why..? Why does he want that? He wanted to know more

× He read books in his own time of how to approach you, and he tried many times, but he just... he couldn't. Like something was stopping him. Hesitance, perhaps? He wonders why. There wasn't any bad relationship between him and you, so why was he hesitating? He's been observing and made every preparation of trying to make a conversation with you for days, so why?

× While he was in the middle of his thoughts, he flinched and quickly turned around, then saw your startled face. He stood still, mind racing of what to say. His heart thumped against his chest painfully. He felt like he was suffocating. He wanted to clutch his chest and make it stop. Why did he feel this way?

× The feeling was soon replaced immediately the moment you touched his shoulder, asking if he was alright. He felt... free, felt as if all the burden on his shoulders were lifted off. He lifts his head up to see you, your gentle eyes gazing into his,,

× he was stiff while having a conversation with you; only replying with dry responses. (Dryer than the Atacama desert) He wasn't much of a talker, so he listened to your stories, your daily life, your complaints, anything honestly. He simply laid their with his head resting on his palm as he watched you talk.

♥︎ oh, how he was soooo new to these kinds of feelings. But don't worry! You're here with him for a reason :) You're gonna help him, right? You guided him through these complicated meanings of it, so of course you will! You're the one responsible for it so you should take the responsibility!

♥︎ He takes mental notes about you, even the smallest details like he always notice that whenever your presence is near, a slight wind blows around the area you are in. So, he is able to quickly notice your presence. (You didn't even notice it yourself until he told you-)

♥︎ He always accompanies you everywhere. Every. Single. Place. (Maybe even the place you rest at..) And if you ask him why, he always says that it's was quite a coincidence, purely luck for him to cross path with you. Or that he thought that you needed protection (sir...[name] is an Aeon, how does- nvm, hes just delulu) and etc...

♥︎ and if you say no? He'll try to convince you. If that doesn't work? He'll be sadden, frowning(pouting), and looks with you with teary eyes. (those be fake asf-) ah....what a wonderful way to guilt trap you because it definitely works.

♥︎ Oh, the first time he smiled at you? You were memorized. (But if someone else, they would think he was planning to finally destroy the world now...) you happily and giddily told the other Aeons about this, and they looked at you H.O.R.R.I.F.I.E.D. Like, what do you mean the most mass of destruction is smiling innocently? They decided to secretly watch you from afar.

♥︎ He brings you small little gifts like flowers that are shaped as a crown (Your his emperor/empress) or a ring (He wants to marry you since he thinks that marriage is a powerful contract of loyalty and love...and maybe wants to prove to you that he is worthy of that-)

♥︎ He softens whenever you're around. He feels like he's wrapped around a warm blanket whenever you praise him or comfort him in any way, so he always seeks for your approval (and attention). You are his world, his everything, his only reason to not already destroy this universe.

♥︎ Oh, how he's sooooo obsessed with you! It's like seeing a teenager obsessing over their crush! Whatever you give him, even if it's the most basic thing ever, he takes care of it and makes sure it's in its top shape and condition! And if anything or anyone dares to damage it or even touch it, he'll make sure they'll regret it... (Of course, if it's you, he doesn't mind! He can just simply try to put it back in shape, and if it doesn't work, he'll ask you for another one! He's even saying, please....)

♥︎ He even has a cute little (huge) shrine of you! He used something called a "camera" and took pictures every time you looked in high spirits like when you smiled, fascinated, grinned, etc. And of course, he took it with your consent....he doesn't want his love to be upset now, would he?

—Xx×《 ~♥︎~ 》×xX—

He was enjoying the feeling of resting his head on your lap, intertwining his hand with yours. He listened to your voice as you sing songs, stories, or even just humming. He really wants to hear your heartbeat, so he pokes your arm to catch your attention. As you looked down, you could see something no one could or ever believe.

His smile. He tapped lightly on the spot where your heart was. He savored the sound of your chuckle as you gently lift his head off your lap and made yourself comfortable before letting him lean closer and put his head on your chest. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled against you. He was like a little cat, how adorable.

He was always so jealous that when you shared your smile with others, he wanted to be the only one to see that. He wanted to keep you from others. He didn't like that your attention was ripped off from him when one of your followers prayed for you. He covered your eyes with his hand and snuggled against you. He huffed and frowned when you tried to get him off.

He glared when he heard the other Aeon trying to call you. Before you could even respond, he pushed you down and hugged you tightly. "Do you really have to go to.....that aeon right now? Can't you stay just this once? Please [name]?" He asks. He would've begged if you didn't respond quickly with a agreement. He smiles and bathes in your warmth once again.

(He's gets jealous quite easily)

He made a ring out of the flowers he found. He tried to secretly slide it onto your finger, which made you smile. You pretended not to know what he was doing and just played with his hair. Once he was done, you finally pretended to just notice it now. "Oh, did someone put this pretty ring on my finger? Oh, how I wonder who the handsome/beautiful person put this ring on me?"

You chuckled as he perked up. He snuggles against your hand that had the ring on it. "Mustn't I put a ring on yours too?" You played along as he blushed lightly. He could see you using the wind to gather up some flowers into your palm, making a ring for him too! His eyes light up as you put a ring on his finger.

He smiles once again. He's glad that he killed all of your suitors before they could even meet you....He should be the only one who you call "yours," and you should only be with him, you don't need anyone else...

He really loves and adores you. He will do anything to keep you with him

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s0nn0 · 7 months

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BSD boys with a s/o who has chubby cheeks

ᴊᴏᴜɴᴏ, ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ, ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Warning: none

Genre: Fluff

Author note: I am slowly running out of brain juice .

Jouno:

● God bless your poor cheeks, this man won’t stop pulling on them once he find out.

● One day he was just cupping your cheeks with one hand to give u a small kiss but suddenly he realizes something, your cheeks are way softer and fluffier than the ones he touched before.

● “ (y/n) ur cheeks are quite chubby”

“Yah because I have chubby cheeks”

“Oh, I see” (no u don’t-)

● Slowly brings his other hand to the other side of your face and suddenly starts to pull them.

●”JOUNO WHAT THE FUCK”

“hehehe”

● Yah so now he pulls your cheeks at least once a day

● If u make any mistake or mess something up this blind fucker will start pulling on ur cheeks and call u ‘pathetic’

ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ:

● Bbg adores them so much.

● He won’t be harsh and pull on them, no, he will lay soft kisses on them ♡

● Dude will come out of nowhere and *mwah* lays a kiss on your cheeks.

● Another thing he does is stare at them.

● Like u are eating something and ur mouth is full, he would just stare at them and watch how they would bounce up and down.

● And when u stop eating and ask him what’s wrong and if he wants some of your food (if u like to share) he would just say no and talk u to continue eating

● “chu-chu why are u staring at me like that, want some?”

“no , keep eating”

“Ok..”

● He countinue staring at them..

● “dude stop- it’s creepy..”

“..sorry”

Nikolai:

● Oh god..oh dear lord.. He is WORSE then Jouno.

● He won’t pull them or kiss them so often no..MOTHERFUCKER WILL BITE THEM.

● You might be thinking he would softly bite them BUT NO he bite on them so hard-

● Randomly grabs your chin and starts to bite and suck on your cheeks until it’s red and has his teeth mark.

●According to him it’s one of his ways to ‘mark’ u as his.

●Sometimes u have to go out with ur cheeks all red and stuff

● “KOLAI STOP BITING MY CHEEKS IT HURTS!!”

“But..but babeee they look like soft mochies how can i not bite them”

● He would whine like a baby if u don’t let him bite your cheeks

● Other then biting he also pokes them sometimes

● Like u are doing random thing and minding your own business but suddenly a small portal opens up and a clowns hand comes out of it and it starts to poke your cheeks with it’s index finger

●Awesome, u don’t have to buy blushes anymore cuz your man’s here to turn them red for u *wink* *wink*

Author note 2: okiii thak u for reading, time to disappear now until i get more brain juice. Ba-bye ♡

#bsd jouno #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #nikolai gogol #nikolai gogol x reader #jouno saigiku #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara

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hskwon · 11 months

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签售会!: BOOK SIGNING!

pairing: actor!mingyu x writer!reader

genre: fluff, crack

金明玉: he wanted to publicize your relationship, but tried doing it lowkey.

you click save and stretched your arms, you saw your best friend, a writer like you lying on your bed. he's a one lazy author, the one who updates one chapter a month, it's would have been good if he have someone to be an inspiration.

"inspiration? i think it's the book i read these days, it's really well written." mingyu an actor and idol, who's completely smitten by an author he never met before.

he just adore your book so much, how good you put your thoughts in words, and how it was really well written. he's a fan, his own fans noticed it too of how often he reads your books and talk about it.

you're a famous author anyways, so his fans really don't give it some meaning behind, they're a fan as well. the fans actually wants to meet you in a book signing.

"are you sure you'll start your book signing this saturday?" jeonghan asked, a fellow author like you.

you're the opposites, you're an active writer, posting updates every week or every two weeks while he posts every two months or three. he's a lazy author but his pieces, such as mystery and thriller, are really brain tester.

he's good at making twists and laughs maniacally every time his reader loses their mind. "you're not gonna run away from it, aren't you?" jeonghan laughs, pointing at you with suspicion in his eyes.

"i wanna run away." you said, "i'm nervous, what if they thought i am pretty but i'm actually not?! the disappointment, it's pressuring me!"

"hehe."

"don't hehe me, you maniac!" you threw your scratch paper at him as he rolls on your bed with pillows in his arms. "okay, okay. i'll give you pro tips, don't ever give your number to your fans whoever they might be. they won't stop texting or calling you." jeonghan said nodding his head with his eyes close, as if he's making a good point and tip.

"oh? that's probably based on experience."

"it's that fanboy who loves pizza who posted my number on his twitter account, then my fans called me until i changed my number." jeonghan defended himself, he felt betrayed trusting that innocent looking infp boy who loves pizza.

"it was recommended by my co-actor, wonwoo. he loves reading even when we're in the set while doing make-up or free time. he read books everywhere." mingyu laughs, looking at the comments.

"are u going in their book signing this saturday?"

"they have book signing this week?!" mingyu asked immediately snatching his phone to search up your pen name. his eyes widened looking at the infos.

"woah, is he that busy to miss the news of his favourite author?"

"i hope the author's a guy!"

"i'm pretty sure the author is a girl, amazing fictional men are often written by woman."

he stood up and walked out of the frame to celebrate behind the scene, his fans already knew what he's doing though, they expected it from him. "i'm back, ehem i don't know if i could attend it tho i have a really tight schedule."

"what do you mean you have tight schedule when you lie on my bed everyday?!" you exclaimed at jeonghan, which he just laughs about. he doesn't want to come with you in your book signing.

"think about it, they've seen me before, it would be a scandal if they saw us together the next time. you don't know how the people thinks," jeonghan said.

"so you'll abandon me alone??..." your voice fading away, putting away the books on your table as he follows you explaining his side.

"hehe." you giggled, walking beside jeonghan, you're both on your way to the event area. he still come along with you, he felt guilty since it's your first time holding a book signing event and you're his bestfriend.

"don't giggle, it's not funny," he scoffs under his mask, he's disguised like a staff of the event despite his disguise though, some recognized him.

"i look good don't i?" mingyu asked his manager who sighed tiredly at him, "you do know your schedule is still packed yet you slip your so-called 'important event' into your sched?"

"i do know" mingyu smiled confidently.

you ready your smile asking your bestfriend if it looks good yet he laughs at you, "it's alright, if they don't like it then frown at them" he jokes while fixing his cap.

"hmm, what was that? there's a lot of people there, look" jeonghan pointed at the black car with girls surrounding it.

"oh come on, don't tell me there's a famous person there, they'll steal my readers!" you gasp, looking disappointed already.

jeonghan assured you that it'll not happen pushing you inside the event hall before the fans gets in, you fix yourself after a few minutes you see a lot of people holding a book written by you walking inside.

it's starting.

after your name is called, you walk into the stage hearing loud cheers and clap as well as shock reactions from the crowd, your thoughts is just about running away, did they thought you're a guy and is disappointed that you're not? do they thought you're ugly?

you look around the crowd seeing a tall guy holding his phone with a written phrase "you look pretty, smile"

you immediately smiled and nod, some of the audience looks at where you nodded, still cheering at you. there's quick interview as a introduction and you think you did good it seems going well.

it's finally time to sign the books, a teenager still wearing a uniform stand in front of you holding out two of your books, "i want to buy more of your books but my allowance only allows me to buy two. i really like your works,"

her cheeks are red as she smiles at you, you smiled, "i'll upload soft copies so you can read it without spending money," you said signing the books.

you bid goodbye to her as the people keeps moving forward, they're a lot to be honest. you always look around to see if your friend is still there, of course he is. but he's chilling with his phone at the side.

finally it's the tall guy earlier. "hello—oh it's my debut book" your eyes lit up. "the first story i wrote." you laughed. "you're a good writer, i admire you" he said his voice is quite attractive and familiar.

"your name?" you smiled after writing your signature. "kim mingyu" he answered. you tilted your head and write it down despite thinking about the actor, someone you know named like it.

"..."

"i expected you would be a girl but i'm still shock and starstruck." he laughs nervously, "you sound like someone i heard before."

"your boyfriend?"

"yea—huh?" her eyes widened, how can you not noticed, are your eyes playing tricks. no way your actor boyfriend will come here risking his career and time. "w-what are you doing here?" you whispered.

"i'm a fan," he said.

after that exchange, you know a lot of people recognized him, he left after taking an autograph from you against his will he needed to leave immediately.

"oh no—" he's posted in the social media attending your fansign, "oh— it's alright! they didn't mention that we might be dating, thank god!" you sighed in relief, but he's pouting like a kid.

you're facetiming him, but all he does is murmur and talk about how there's nothing wrong with being mistaken for a couple because they actually are.

"we can just tell them, they'll understand —"

"we already talked about this, mingyu. i can't just ruin your career. sure, there are still fans who'll support you, but some of them will hate you and make rumors about you that may cause your downfall."

"but—"

"you know i can't afford being the reason for your career's downfall."

"i'm not scared of downfall. i'm scared of losing my chances, i want to cherish every moment with you, every kiss, every place we go together. i want you to become comfortable being with me," his eyes looking into yours with sincerity. "can we?"

"are you sure?" you asked after a long pause.

"HEADLINE: Actor Kim Mingyu revealed on his Instagram post that he's in a healthy relationship with a book author L/N Y/N"

"love," he grabbed your hands and made you sit on his lap and kiss your lips. "don't be anxious," he laughs as he glides his hand on your back, rubbing circles to give you assurance and comfort. "we'll be fine," you whispered.

"we'll be fine," he said firmly, smiling while looking into your eyes with the most loving and comforting look in his eyes. you smiled back.

"should i use this as my new book's plot? this will sell a lot," you said, causing him to laugh.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Bestieee it’s me again i hope ur doing well, I loved the headcanons u wrote for Eddie 😩 I also couldn’t resist I had to make this request ( I have so many ideas luv so buckle up) I’m a sucker for some angst to fluff so what if the reader ends up having a huge argument with Eddie over him getting locked up maybe even reader walks out ( to get some fresh or something but Eddie thinks the reader wants to end it )

Honestly do whatever u want bestie I’m sure it’s gonna be great either ways

Wassup we love a returning friend!🌺 Came out quite short

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Batman-inspired playlist

"Hopeless opus" - Riddler x Reader

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1k

[TW: self-hate, intrusive thoughts, couple fighting, misunderstanding, unconstructive coping mechanisms, referenced panic attack]

A couple, however one would define the term, stands for a few. A handful. Maybe two or three. In any case, it's always more than one. Despite that, Eddie seemed unable or unwilling to exit the loner mindset. He wasn't alone, in any sense of the word but still acted that way.

Anytime he was going through something difficult or at least somewhat troubling, he'd become even more closed off than he usually was - a house haunted from within. His eyes would become weirdly vacant as if his ghost had truly left his body to finish some business elsewhere. It worried you to no end, there was only so much a man could take. Despite always being there to listen to whatever was going through your head, Eddie never let you return that intimate favour.

"What's on your mind?" you asked although you knew very well he wasn't going to suddenly let his emotions pour out. Hopefully, you could at least plant an idea in his head; an idea that there was someone who cared, who was willing to listen despite it all.

"Nothing," he answered without even looking at you.

"You've been a little... off lately, Eddie," you continued hesitantly. He was a man of impressive emotional lability and it often takes very little for his mood to be changed. "I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine."

"You can talk to me about anything, anytime. You know that, right?"

Eddie sat right up, suddenly distracted from his work. He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his eyes. How long has he gone without sleep?

"You wouldn't understand, anyway," he said quietly. "No one can."

"Talking about it might help you," you suggested as you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. To your surprise, Eddie frantically moved away from you.

"No one understands! No one knows what I've been through!"

"I want to but you have to talk to me first."

"How could you possibly understand?" Eddie raised his voice. Despite it not being out of the ordinary, you could never quite fight the hurt in your chest - you're not supposed to be yelling at those you love. "You've always had everything you could want or need, never had to beg or go hungry so others could eat. You don't know what it's like to lose everything you had. To always be a failure. You're just like the rest of them, born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You can't possibly understand."

For a moment you remained quiet, unsure how to respond to his raging accusations. Although you were together, there seemed to be an unbreakable wall still separating your worlds. No matter how hard to tried to tear it down, something inside Edward was reluctant to do so.

"That's unfair, Eddie," you broke the tense silence.

"Unfair? Do yo-"

"Just..." You raised your hand to stop him. "Just stop, save your breath."

You didn't wait for his answer, at the time you didn't even want to hear it. The whole situation was becoming too much and you could feel your grasp on your own emotions slowly slipping away - if that ordeal went on for a moment longer, it was going to escalate. How could he just dismiss all of your effort at getting to understand him? Did he not see it? Did he not care?

Eddie simply stared as you took your jacket and left the apartment, the front door shutting loudly behind you. Your muffled steps in the corridor quickly disappeared as you headed for the exit.

You were... gone.

His legs suddenly gave out and Eddie fell to the floor. It seemed as if gravity had lost its grip on the entire world, making it sway before his eyes. There was a stinging pain in his chest that made it difficult, if not impossible, to breathe. Eddie could hear his own frenzied heartbeat in his ears - a deafening hum along with rushing blood. It was hard to say whether he was aware that his body began gently rocking back and forth.

"Of course she left you, you idiot," he hissed at himself. "Moron. Loser. You don't deserve her. What did you expect, you're unlovable and disgusting, she's better off without you."

Shame was washing over you. It didn't feel right to suddenly leave, especially when you knew just how much Eddie can get into his own head. But the alternative was escalating the situation and that wasn't any better.

Anger had long gone left you. As you were quietly opening the front door to your shared apartment, you only felt sad, wanting to make up as soon as you could. You knew Eddie has been through things you couldn't relate to and perhaps that meant that he needed a little more mercy and patience than you had previously thought.

"Eddie?" He couldn't be sure whether your voice wasn't a figment of his lovesick imagination. You saw him curled in the corner of the room, panting irregularly. Suddenly feeling a wave of fear wash over you, you dropped your jacket and quickly walked towards him. "Dear God, are you alright?"

Frantically, he lifted his head. His gaze was unfocused as if he couldn't quite see you. Through his blurry, teary vision, he could just make out the outline of your silhouette.

"You're... back?" he asked. His voice cracked. Normally he'd beat himself up about that, 'cool guys don't get voice cracks' but at the time there were more important things at hand.

"Sure I am," you answered as you sat next to him on the floor. His trembling hands felt hot against your cold skin. "I live here, don't I?" you asked with a nervous chuckle. Eddie never got like that before and so you weren't sure what to think or do.

"I... I thought you left me."

"Leave you?" You were surprised by his far-fetched conclusion. What on Earth gave him that idea? "No, I just needed to catch my breath and calm down."

Your heart broke seeing him so desperate and completely hopeless. It was as if misery had his face. Feeling tears pool in your own eyes, seeing a man broken beyond what was considered humane, you reached to embrace him and place your head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not leaving you, Eddie," you whispered in a trembling voice before softly kissing his cheek. "I love you too much."

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ryozaki21 · 2 years

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the side character - l.mk

you see, people come and go all the time, but the way they leave always stays.

summary: jack and rose. bella and edward. romeo and juliet. it was a common knowledge that everyone's have their own partner in their life story. but here you are. the side character in mark's tragic lovestory. just another girl he had to go through. you hated to admit it but you're probably just a chapter in his book. after all, who cared for lavender brown when ron weasley was written for hermione granger?

genre: angst, lil fluff, full length fic, mark x reader

warnings: curse words, a long one, lots of timeskips

wc: 10.5k

an: this fic is originally for haechan but i figured that the character fits mark more so i had to make some changes!! also this one's a ride-- and it's a new story !! hope u guys enjoy it <3

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you met him back in june. and the way you met for the first time wasn't your favourite. its safe to say that you two didn't get off the right foot.

you remember it like it was the back of your hands, how you met mark lee. it was a regular tuesday, it was rather cloudy. no signs of rain tho, and as the news said, pack your umbrella because weather can be a bitch sometimes.

you parked your lexus that your mom had gifted you when you turned 20 at the same spot you did for the past two years you've been driving it to school.

university was okay, you're in your last year so that's a plus, but what made your college life great was your friends.

"y/n!" you turn your back too see your friend, jake running towards you as you locked your car.

"here's your coffee, you lazy dog." you gave him the iced americano that he texted you to get him. it was a routine to you, you get up earlier and get ready, sparing time to get coffee at the local coffee shop. so it was fine for him to ask to get him one too. at first. it had been a routine for him also to ask you every single day.

"ey, you keep saying that but you keep buying me still." he said as he sipped his drink, earning a slight elbow in this side from you.

"so. apparently, there's a new kid." jake said as he walked with you through the hallways.

new kid? it's the last year of college, who's in their right mind to move to a different univeristy on the last year?

"that's dumb. we're literally graduating and they still moved schools? what a waste of--"

"oh, sorry!" your coffee almost spilled if you didn't move it up 0.5 earlier before you bumped into someone.

"holy fuck!" the boy almost jumped, avoiding the drink.

"watch it." jake's voice switched, now very stern as he looked at the guy. he put his hands between you and the person in front of you, to avoid any more unwanted contact.

the guy is very unfamiliar, you've not seen him here before. making you think that he might be the new kid.

what struck first to you is his eyes. he looked so good, he looked like.. someone who's really comfortable to be with.

"dude, she bumped me. you two were talking in a busy hallway, and you expect everyone to get out of your way?" one more thing to add, he's mouthy.

"you're being rude, you know." you muttered as you get your posture back.

"i'm not. i'm just saying that your friend here doesn't need to come at my face when you two were wrong." now, his eyes are on you and you watched as his gaze turned almost soft.

"i'm just protecting her-- dude you don't have to be an ass." jake, now standing in between you.

"look--" you pushed jake to the side, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry i bumped into you. now, can we go?" you asked.

he looked at you for what you felt like was a hot minute, before rolling his eyes and walking pass you two.

"what a fucking prick." jake continued to stare at the guy as you two continued to walk, turning his head as the guy disappeared.

"hey, he's right. we bumped into him."

"are you defending him?" jake now looking at you with exaggerated disbelief in his face.

"stop, you know we were wrong." you lightly slapped his arms.

"he doesn't have to be an ass about it." jake then took another sip as you two turned into the corner.

"plus i feel like he's just having a bad day-- its hard being a new student." you felt like you're justifying the guy's rude actions but you couldn't help it. you can't find a reason why, aswell. just-- he's just right.

"i know what this is." jake stopped walking, making you halt aswell. jake then. turned to you, and of course, in reflex you turned your body towards him.

"what?"

"you find him cute, right?" jake accusing you, making you furrow your brows and laugh. you shook your head as you walked.

"i guess he was fine."

the second time you met mark lee, its was a rather better interaction. you had stayed behind for one of your classes because your professor had a problem with your paper.

"it's really amazing, the way your mind works, y/n. don't get me wrong, you had the correct answer." your professor, flipping the pages of your paper.

"then what's the problem, mr. tan?" you're confused, as you sat in the first row seat in front of his desk.

"the way you solved it." he looked up at you and showed you the paper which had your written formula and solution.

you're a very impatient person, which why you would always find a faster way to do stuff. specially in academics, if you're really having a hard time with the formula that was given, you'll find another that also works, but faster.

"look, mr. tan. the important thing is i got it right, i just found the given formula---"

"mr. tan! oh, thank god you're still here." large footsteps filled the classroom, as a familiar voice entered.

and as you expected, the guy who bumped into you the other day walked inside. his strides were large, and his movements were panicky. i guess he really wanted to meet mr. tan.

"lee mark, be glad y/n held me up." your professor then shuffled in his desk, leaving you and mark, you think his name is, to notice each other's presence.

"hey." you initiated, which mark just nods without looking.

it rubbed you the wrong way, how he refused to even say 'hey' to you. was that incident the other day such a big deal? or is he just this distant with people he's not close with?

honestly, it shouldn't even matter. he's just a random guy. it shouldn't bother you the way it's bothering you right now.

you took a deep breath, "mr. tan, i think i should go. if you have a problem with my paper then it's fine." you gathered all your things and stood up.

you were about to step outside the room when suddenly your name was called.

"y/n, wait up." mark finished his talk with mr. tan when he suddenly called your name.

you stopped in your tracks, as you about to turn around he's already in front of you.

"uh-- i," he looked down swiftly, gathering his thoughts and looked up at you again.

"what?" you asked.

"i was thinking we should leave together." he blurted out rather quickly, before turning around quickly and started walking.

this confused you, so you took quick steps to follow him. "hey-- hey! can you walk slower?"

"oh, shoot, sorry." he stopped, waiting for you to take a few strides until you catch up.

"let's go-- but please step a little smaller, i've got short legs." you joked, hoping to lift the mood.

you can see him smiling but quickly hiding it, as he walked slower this time to match yours.

"so.. uh what's up?" you can't tell if you're just socially awkward, or its because he intimidated you. you're close to admitting that you're both.

"nothing.. honestly-- i just wanted to say sorry for the last time. i was a dick to you and your friend" he scratched the back of his neck as you two walked.

"it's okay. i mean, it is our fault so.." you shrugged your shoulders,

"still, i shouldn't have been such an ass."

"yeah.. wait why are you in such a bad mood tho?" you asked. honestly that was the thing that confuses you, is how he's so upset about the other day and then did a full 180 today being all apolegetic and stuff.

"for starters, i'm a new student here so it's.. kind of hard, you know, settling in a whole new different environment when you're used to your old life." suddenly he turned serious, as if he's thinking about something.

"i know. that's also what i thought. glad you cleared it up tho, at least i could cross out the asshole in front of your name." you smirked at him which he just chuckled in response.

"so, uh i'll go ahead. see you around, y/n."

"see you."

after that, your meetings with mark lee become frequent, as he asked you things about the university. you two would spend lunch, together with jake. jake hesitated at first, still holding grudges on the time he and mark had a little misunderstanding. but all ends well after three days of having mark around.

"dude-- so you're like very popular back in your school?" jake asked mark, before shoving his burger into his mouth.

"eat slowly, stupid." you noticed there's crumbs of the burger bread on jake's chin. you grabbed a tissue and wiped it off.

mark saw that, his eyes followed your hands when wiping jake's mouth. he doesn't know why but he found your gesture so admirable. how you take care of other people seems so sweet to him.

"if i wasn't on the volleyball team i wouldn't be." mark answered after looking away.

"that's why you were talking to mr. tan? you're signing up for try outs?" you looked at him after folding the used tissue and tossing it to the near trash bin.

"yeah, but because of my records at my previous school-- i didn't have to go through tryouts." he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"so you're that good, huh?" you teased, raising a brow at him.

"i mean, if you put it that way..." he tilts his head, smirking at you which you just responded with shaking your head.

the little conversation you shared cut off early, when you heard jake coughing.

"you little shit, i said eat slowly!" you panicked, grabbing the water bottle that was on the table and quickly gave it to jake. you caressed his back as he was drinking, concern filled your eyes as you watched your friend recover.

this sight had mark in awe. the way you quickly reacted to jake almost-- well, i guess-- dying, the panic in your eyes as you struggled to open the water bottle, and the pure care as you watched jake drink. his mind filled with you-- the way you are.

and then it turned into worry, when he thought that there might be something with you and jake. is that why you're so thoughtful about him? why you two are always together?

he's nervous to admit, but he did feel uneasy.

no, mark, stop it. he told himself. he should not be thinking like this. maybe he just missed having someone to take care of him. that must be it. that should be it.

days turned to weeks, and before you know it its been a whole month since mark started hanging out with you guys. and you can tell, he's getting more comfortable.

"this fucking vending machine sucks." mark, pissed at the school's vending machine. he stepped backwards and from his posture, you knew what he was about to do.

"do not!" you quickly grabbed his arm and pull him, "do not kick the vending machine, mark. maybe that's why it keeps eating your money, dumbass." you said and pushed him slightly to the side.

"yeah- try it, y/n. waste your money on that god damn vending machine." he dared, crossing his arms.

and as he expected. the vending machine did not give you anything but it took your money.

"what the fuck?! this shit is rigged." you tapped the sides of the machine, before trying to shake it.

"are you trying to shake a machine thats three times bigger than you? and here i thought you were smart."

"--but i want that kitkat." you whispered, almost pouting, mouth watering at the sught of the candy bar displayed.

"not gonna happen." mark then pulled you and started walking. he grabbed your tote bag full of books you had borrowed from the library. it was a normal thing for him to do, carry your things. he said something about 'your spaghetti arms can't carry weight bigger than an aquaflask.' which of course, is a flat out lie because you've been borrowing the same amount of books for years and jake didn't budge and offer to carry it so you had to carry it yourself. but mark being mark, he had every excuse just to do what he wants.

maybe it was his chivalry, or maybe just the way he talked. everything about him seemed so.. comfortable. he's someone you feel like you can trust-- and that's a big deal for you, because you had trust issues and you just met the guy for a month and you feel like you can tell him your deepest secret.

as you opened your car, you turned around to face mark and asked for your things. which of course, he didn't give it, instead he walked pass you and put the books inside your car himself.

"text me when you get home." he then stooped down to your level and slowly, his hands slowly touched something under your eyes.

his eyes are fixtated on whatever he's doing. while yours are looking at him. his dark brown eyes, down to his nose, and then his lips. the distance between your faces were too close. you can feel his breath fanning over your chin. this is really-- ah, shit.

"eyelash." he leaned back, showing you his finger which in fact, had a strand of your eyelash. that's when you were reminded to breathe.

"yeah-- sure, whatever." you quickly jumped inside your car and closed the door, allowing your self to calm down. you looked at your left, and there you can see a confused mark staring from your car window.

you just waved you hand goodbye at him, before starting the engine. you looked at the rear mirror to see mark's figure slowly disappear when you drove.

okay, y/n, what was that? you asked yourself. are you flustered? you looked at yourself in the rear mirror, and hell, you were redder than the devil himself. this is not good.

as you hit the breaks, some of your books in the passenger seat fell out of the tote bag. you looked at it and there's something you noticed.

a kitkat bar, with a note -- 'drive safe, -m'

your lips parted. you stared at it for what feels like forever and that's when you realized, you're fucked.

"jake i think i'm gonna stay at the library." you nudged at jake as you two got up from your desk.

jake looked at you, "you're not gonna have lunch?"

"i came packed," you tap on your bag, pertaining that you had a pack of lunch ready and you're just gonna eat in the library.

"oh-- that's new. okay, i'll tell mark." jake seemed to be convinced, as he nods and smiled. you take that as your cue to leave.

the truth is you don't have a packed lunch-- and you don't need to go to the library. you just need to spend a little less time from mark until this silly little crush goes away. that's what you've decided when you had come to terms that you do have developing feelings for mark and what better way to destroy the tree is to cut it before it even starts to grow.

and that's how you spent almost the whole week. avoiding talking to mark at all costs, making excuses for jake to hangout with mark without you, which you're glad jake doesn't ask questions-- well at least, you thought.

"are you avoiding me, or mark?" jake said when he found you at the school fountain, eating a sandwich alone.

you rolled your eyes, "now, why would i avoid you?"

and it's too late to realize that you said the wrong thing because,

"so you're avoiding mark?" jake now sitting beside you.

you stared at him, contemplating to tell everything because again, he is your best friend. if the situation is different and you two hadn't gotten close with mark, you'd spill everything the day you knew. but jake and mark had grown close, so its a bit complicated.

"no, why would i?" you looked ahead, avoiding his judgemental stares as jake examined your face.

"you suck at lying, y/n."

you closed your eyes, you took a deep breath. of course he'll know when you're lying.

"fine. i am avoiding mark." you gave up, looking at jake with the eyes filled with worry as you confess.

"why? i mean, yeah he's kinda mouthy but he's fun to hangout around. plus he's good at grilling meat so food's not it, maybe because--"

"that's not it, jake. its the opposite."

"what opposite? i don't get-- oh." jake's face turned from confused to suddenly amused, as he smirked at you.

"yeah," the only thing you said when you wait for jake to tease you-- or at least scold you.

instead, he sighed heavily and smiles, "i knew this would happen."

you looked at him, "no, you don't."

"shut up," jake shushed you with his finger made your mouth shut, literally. you slapped it away, of course.

"so how long has it been?"

"have no idea. but i realized it about a week ago." there's no point in lying now, jake knows you from the inside out.

"so what, you'll avoid him until everything goes away?"

"that's the plan."

"well that's a shitty plan." jake chuckled, making you turn to him and hit him.

"what, why?!"

"cuz if its a great plan then why is mark walking towards us now?"

thats when you looked to the left, and as jake said, mark is walking towrds you both but his eyes are fixated on you. you quickly looked away and attempted to stand up.

"and here i am, thinking i'm wrong and you're not avoiding me-- yet you're getting ready to run with the first sight of me." mark's voice was different from usual, this time more serious.

"look, no one's avoiding anyone." you told him, holding onto jake's arm like your life depends on it.

"i think i left something--" jake stood up, but you quickly pull him back down. you can't be left here with mark, for fucks sake you're bad at confrontations!

"sit back down." you sternly said to jake.

"what's happening? did i do something?" mark's voice turned soft, as he stooped down on you since you were sitting and he's tired of looking down.

"nothing, mark. i'm just busy." you almost face palmed yourself with your answer. really, y/n? busy?

"do you really think i'd fall for that?"

"i really think i should go--" jake attempted to walk away but you just held his wrist.

"yeah we should really go. i forgot to get this book from the library." you stood up beside jake.

mark stands up aswell. "did i do something wrong?"

"nothing! nada-- opseo. you're fine, mark-- i just.. we should go." thats when you pulled jake with you and started to walk swiftly.

"you're being unfair, you know?" jake spoke, as he pulled his wrist from you.

"i know-- i just don't know how to manouver around him. you think i enjoy doing this?"

"you're making him believe that he did something horrible to you. that's gonna fuck with his head for sure."

"i know, i'll fix this, don't worry."

[13:31pm] you: can we talk?

after almost half an hour deciding on how you should approach mark, you decided to just get straight to the point. you know this is the right thing to do. to explain to him why you're acting so weird around him lately.

jake had said something around, 'its better to get rejected when your feelings are still shallow' and there's not much things you agree on when it comes to jake, but this one seems about right.

sure, maybe you and mark's friendship could be destroyed in the process and it would hurt like a motherfucker, but at least... shit there's no actual upside from this.

before regret even comes around your mind, your phone vibrated.

[13:34pm] mark: that's all i'm asking for. send me ur loc i'll come find you.

here goes nothing.

in the end, you two decided to just meet at the local coffee shop near the university where you get your morning coffees. you arrived early so you just went and find a table for two.

knees shaking, you kept on eyeing the entrance just to see if mark is already here.

you sipped on your iced vanilla latte-- before glancing at the door again and there you see mark, standing tall among others-- looking around. not long after he saw you and his face lits up before actually walking.

"aw, man you already ordered? i said it was my treat toda--"

"i like you. like, a lot."

he froze, his eyes widen and jaw slightly parting, and then his brows furrowed. you're examining every reaction that he made. after what feels like a whole five minutes, he slowly sat down in front of you.

"did i hear you right? you-- you what?" his face screamed confusion, as he's refusing to believe what he just had heard.

"i don't know, okay?! believe me, i'm not the type to develop feelings for someone i met a month ago. even this is weird for me. so just get this over with and say that you don't like me like that." words came out of you naturally without even thinking. you cannot even look at him in the eye. this might be one of the most nerve wracking moments this year for you.

what even surprised you is what he said after that.

"who said i don't like you too?"

and here you are, sitting in mark's passenger side waiting for him to get out of the 7/11. he was craving ice cream and you know him, he gets what he wants.

"uh! babe, they're so good, you'll gonna regret not wanting to buy one." he grunts as he entered the car. you rolled your eyes,

"i could always steal that from you." you joked, removing some of his bangs thats almost touching the ice cream that he shoved in his mouth.

"not this one-- it's too good." he moaned, making you chuckle as you pull out your phone to take a picture of him going crazy over some ice cream.

"wish you ate pussy like that." you joked as you typed in your screen. you laughed as you heard mark choking over his ice cream, completely shocked by your bluntness.

"y/n, jesus let me eat my ice cream in peace!"

well, it is safe to say that everything went well after your confession. mark liked you back, and everything goes smoothly after that. you can feel how he changed around you, treating you more like a partner more than a friend.

and that goes on for almost 5 months now. yeah, a lot of time had passed.

are you two officially together? no.

is he your boyfriend? you'd like him to be, but no.

are you exclusive to each other? yes. you never even had a thought about entertaining someone else. mark had proven it aswell, not showing any interest to the many girls that flocks around him.

"i need to leave-- babe. jake just texted me that he's already at the bazaar." you told mark, as you showed your phonescreen to him to show jake's texts.

"tell him to eat shit because i want to be with you more." mark had finished his icecream, now holding your hands while the other steers the wheel.

"baby." you tried to add more authority to your voice but it didn't budge mark at all, instead he just smirked and looked at you.

"you know i get turned on when you use your angry voice, babe." he licked his lip, smirking at you and then looking back at the road.

you hit him lightly, "come on, babe, i'll see you later at jiyeon's, okay?"

"fine. text him and say we'll be there by five."

you looked at mark in the driver seat, holding the steering wheel with his left hand and the other on your thigh.

you wondered, how could you love someone this quickly? yeah, you've had people come and go in your life, but never like this. it's like, you never wanna let go of mark, even tho you don't have anything to hold onto. you just wanna stay with him.

his shirt was oversized as usual, so the fabric showed a little more skin on his collarbone. you saw a glimpse of his tattoo. it's a rose, he said he had it back in highschool when he was dumb and stupid.

"i really like your tattoo." you blurted out.

mark's smile suddenly disappears, as he fixed his shirt to cover it up. it seemed strange, but maybe he just really regretted having a tattoo.

"a stupid decision, i hate it." he said so spiteful, that made you drop the topic.

mark drove you to the food bazaar, and ofcourse, you two shared a lil make out sesh before you actually get off the car.

"hmm, babe as long as i want to eat your face longer, jake's fuming mad and you know he's annoying when he sulks." you leaned away from mark's face, looking at him slowly opening his eyes, lips a bit tinted from your lipstick, as he chased for your lips one more time.

you chuckled, putting your palm flat against his pouty lips. "no. i'll see you later." you get off his lap, and pulled out your mirror as you retouched.

"i hate jake so fucking much." mark whined. you smacked him in his shoulder playfully.

"i'll go ahead-- i'll text you when we're headed to jiyeon's!" you opened the car door while you waved at him. he nodded and gave you a flying kiss which you dodged as a joke and shut his door close.

life is good-- you're with mark, probably the most perfect boy ever, maybe you're biased but he's just really exactly what you wished for.

except for the fact that you have nothing to hold on to.

no label. what keeps you going is the fact that he said he liked you too. that's it.

and for a while, you were fine with it.

"that's weird, mark still haven't texted me yet." you looked at your phonescreen for the ninth time, to see if mark had texted.

"you did say that you'll be the one texting when we're on the way to the party." jake, busy stuffing his face with food.

"but he would always-- always text me first. you know that."

"aish, fine. let's go, i'll just finish this," jake then shoved the entire food in his mouth before standing up.

you have no reason to be paranoid, but somehow tonight feels different. your gut tells you to just stay home and not attend the party. you know jiyeon would understand if you called and say you're sick, right?

"on a second thought, maybe i should just stay home." you said as you buckled up in jake's car.

"na-uh. i'm not wasting gas just to drive you home and drive all the way back to jiyeon's place. come on, stop being so weird."

so you did, get to the party. fullpacked, as expected of jiyeon, the school's cheerleader. she's such a sweetheart, honestly. that's why she's almost friends with anyone.

as you entered, your mind was focused on finding mark. you're sure he's here. that's what you guys planned.

you've been trying to call him but no one answers. jake said maybe he's just enjoying the party. you've got nothing to worry about.

and its not like you have the right to know everything about him. afterall, you're not his girlfriend.

"happy birthday!" you greeted jiyeon and gave her a hug.

"aw, i'm glad you could make it!" jiyeon hugged you back.

"yeah-- couldn't miss it, this is like the houseparty of the year."

"well, you know me." jiyeon chuckled.

"have you seen mark?" you can't help but ask, because you're starting to feel weird. you've been here for about twenty minutes now and you still haven't seen him.

"oh yeah, about that, he's here-- actually, he knows some of the friends i have in the other school! they said mark came from their school. so i think he's been hanging out with them." you felt a relief. mark's just hanging out with old friends.

you almost wanted to smack yourself for being too paranoid.

"they're at the back!" jiyeon wandered off to greet other guests, so you took that as a sign to walk towards the backyard.

as you get near, you already heard cheers, laughing and chatting coming from the backyard. there, you saw a small circle which was all unfamiliar to you. people here at the party are all familiar, but these ones aren't.

and the man you've been wanting to see all night, was there, having the time of his life laughing his soul out.

what sparked the most interest in you is the girl beside him. she's so beautiful. beautiful enough to make you worry.

"hey! you found him?" suddenly, jake appears beside you. when he saw where you're looking at, he recognized mark.

"there he is! dude!' jake called out, which you quickly tried to stop him. you blurted out, "don't!"

but its too late. mark looked at your direction, and his smile suddenly disappeared. he looked scared, and then nervous.

"he was with his old friends, jake, you shouldn't have." you said to jake before turning around.

something inside you didn't feel right. the way mark reacted upon seeing you at the party feels weird. it's like he's forgotten about you and was shocked when he saw you.

you were about to go to the other side of the house when your wrist was pulled. "y/n."

mark called you by your name. oh. something you haven't heard for months. usually he calls you 'babe' or 'baby'. maybe not this time.

"hey." you gave him a smile and peeked at his back, seeing the girl he was with, behind him and softly smiling at you.

"hi." she waved shyly, which you replied with a smile aswell.

"uh- y/n, this is ryujin." hesitation in mark's voice was obvious, as he introduced you to the girl.

the girl then offered her hands, which you shook immediately. she was slightly taller than you, medium length hair, and so pretty. what stuck out the most is her fair skin, and red lips. almost like a shade of a rose.

"nice to meet you. i'm mark's.." you got stuck. who are you to him? you didn't know. so you looked at mark and you saw his eyes was filled with nervousness as if he was anticipating what you were gonna say.

"--friend." that's it, that's the right answer. you were his friend. that's what it is. you looked at mark again and you saw him blink, realizing what you just said and taking a sharp breath.

"oh. well, i really want to stay and chat, but i have to pee. markie, where's the bathroom?" ryujin held onto mark's arms, and mark glanced at you before showing ryujin the hallway to the bathroom.

once they got further, thats when you loosen your grip on your drink. your breathing was back to normal and you felt relief.

and then, boom. you felt heartbreak.

who is she? that's the first thing that popped into your mind. you feel like crying, right here, right now. she seemed so important to him. more than you. and you wanted to ask him, yell at him, fuck, but you can't. because you're nothing to him.

the music got loud, that's when you snapped back into reality and looked whatever is happening. jiyeon is now in front, saying something about 'the party is just getting started'

yet you feel like you want to run and go home.

you then walked to the pool area, which no one barely goes to because the waters freezing. there's a few people in there, but most of them are in the backyard.

you tossed your shoe to the side and dipped your feet into the water. the cold made you shiver, but atleast even a mere feeling got you distracted.

you were lost. you forgot that he had a whole life before you met him. you've been together for six months. six fucking months.

and you weren't even official. so why do you feel so fucking upset?

for a moment, you felt your heart stop when another set of feet dipped into the water beside you. you looked up, and there he was. your baby.

"hi," he smiled at you. the very same smile that makes you crazy.

"hi." you turned away from his gaze, and watched your feet sway under the water.

"why are you here? the party's over there."

"jake's probably getting wasted by beer pong and you were.." you paused. do you tell him he was with his girl? "..busy."

"yeah, those were old friends from school." he scooted more over to your side.

"you should go back, she might be looking for you." there it is. the bitter tone that you held back, came out. you didn't mean to, but it did.

"y/n." mark tried to hold your hand, but you refused and moved it away, pretending to get your drink beside you.

"are you gonna tell me who she is?" you asked. this is the only thing you needed to know. just this, and everything else will be okay.

"she's.. she's my ex." boom. you expected it, but damn does it still sting.

"you still love her?"

"y/n.. please." mark now looked at you and tried to hold your hand once again, but you just stood up.

if he can't answer the question, then that's it.

"i think i need a drink." you then grabbed your shoe and wore it, before mark could even answer, you were already walking away.

the morning you woke up, your phone blew up like crazy. you had it turned off after you left the party and texted jake that you're heading home.

13 missed calls from my markeu <3

[11:01pm] my markeu <3: where are you

[11:02pm] my markeu <3: jake told me u went home alr

[11:04pm] my markeu <3: baby atleast tell me you're home safe

[11:06pm] my markeu <3: answer ur phone babe

and so many more messages from mark you didn't bother to read the rest because you felt really off. last night he couldn't tell you if he's still inlove with his ex. he was with her the whole night and didn't bother to text you. now he's bombarding you with texts.

you're so glad it's the first day of summer. you didn't have to go to school so avoiding him would be easy.

so, unlike everyone else, you stayed home. everyone was probably away from vacation, and here you are. in front of your laptop watching netflix.

but still.. your mind is stuck with mark and his ex.

an idea popped into your mind. you feel crazy for doing this, but you know your mind wouldn't rest until you find out about them.

you searched mark's instagram, and you went to the tagged pictures. at first you saw pictures from your school, the ones that jake had posted-- and as you scroll down, you saw pictures from his old school.

the most recent one are a post from a man named jaemin, its a photo of him, mark and other friends that was in the party last night. ryujin was also there. it seems like she's really close with them. the caption saying, 'gonna spend the summer with the whole squad!'

so, they're planning on staying here for the summer? that's.. fine.

and as you tapped in one picture, him with his friends, you looked at the comments. mostly are boys-- probably his friends. you scrolled down until you saw a picture from a year ago.

the first photo was mark's tattoo. a rose.

then the second one was a girl's tattoo. a daisy.

the caption,

ryuu_jin: happy 3rd anniversary to my daisy. love, your rose.

"so, are you coming? i mean, it's the annual summer party! everybody's gonna be there, you know, to start the summer!" jake tried to sound enthusiastic as he proposed to you about the summer slam in the falls.

its an annual summer party that your town have. booze, music and free drinks so you know everybody's not gonna miss it.

except for you. it has been three days since you avoided mark. he had made efforts to call you everyday, even asked jake for help but jake already knows what's happening. so he didn't help mark, instead, he's been with you.

"i don't know, i think i'll pass on this year." you have no interest in torturing yourself this time. because you're pretty sure that mark and ryujin, together with his friends are still in town.

jake looks almost pissed, sighing and calming his self down before sitting down at the edge of your bed.

"look, y/n, mark and his friends are gonna be here for the whole summer. so are you gonna shut yourself out the entire time? come on, don't be a bummer."

you looked straight at jake, "jake please, i told you i'm not feeling well! why don't you just go by yourself? its easier for you because you're not in my shoe, dude. i'm not like you, i can't pretend to be okay when obviously i'm not!"

"all of this and you're not even his girlfriend."

and that ticked you off. "what the fuck? yeah i'm not! and it still fucking hurts because i did love him, you asshole. fuck you, honestly. get out of my room." you covered yourself with blankets before a tear escaped your eyes.

jake seemed to realize that what he said was wrong, so he immediately softens, "i'm sorry, y/n. i didn't mean it like that. i'm sorry."

gosh, what is even happening? you and jake never argued like this before. all of this because of mark? this is not good.

you sighed. you slowly uncovered yourself and looked at guilty jake, giving you an awkward smile. "let's go to the party.

---

"wooh!" you screamed at top of your lungs after you took a shot of pure vodka.

jake clapped at your craziness, so proud of his best friend. everyone was either wet, or drunk. and right now, you're both.

"fuck that taste horrible." you mumbled after recovering.

"yeah, that's pure alcohol. if you keep doing that i might need to call the ambulance for alcohol poisoning." jake gave you a lemon slice which you gladly accepted.

"i'm really glad i went to this party." you gave jake a smile of approval and he just laughed in your face.

you were about to grab the keg hose to give yourself a beer, when suddenly someone got a hold of your wrist.

you looked at the person, and its probably the least person you wanted to see.

"y/n." okay, y/n, remember your rule. act fine, don't let this affect you. show him that you're okay.

"hey, mark! want a beer?" you smiled at him, offering him a cup.

he looked hella confused, "why did you block me?"

"phone's dead." you continued to pour yourself beer, ignoring his eyes at any costs.

"for a week?" he almost sounded offended, which almost makes you vomit. the audacity.

"yeah. anyways, have you seen jake--"

"cut the crap, i want to talk to you. please." his eyes begged, looking at yours with so much sincerity, the same eyes you know you can't resist.

"i don't know if there's still something to talk about." you whispered, gathering all your courage to slowly open the can of worms.

"there is. i want to tell you everything."

with final hesitation, you decided this needed to happen for your sake. you know you're dying to know everything--- to clear everything, your mind, your heart and soul. better to get over this now.

so you and mark decided to sit at the bench away from people at the party, away from the music.

"so.." you started, waiting for him to say something.

"we were childhood friends."

the first dagger to your heart. are you sure you can take more?

"--and we got into a relationship, for three years. i loved her-- god damn, i really did." the way his voice cracked, says a million words.

"what happened?" you asked as if the answer wouldn't shatter your heart.

"drifted apart. her interest was far from mine. she had a different view of our future. i wanted to be with her forever but she got scared. we were kids, of course she was terrified. she wanted to explore more-- but i was sure about her."

the threathening tears in your eyes started to feel warmer. you wanted to hear that one of them had cheated, you wanted to hear that she was a bad person. so you could have a reason to hate her. but fuck, of course she's not.

"you really loved her, didn't you?" you asked. again, as if the answer wouldn't send another dagger through your heart.

"i did." he didn't even hesitated.

"so.. what happens to me?" you looked at him and the way your voice broke just confirms that you're in the brink of tears.

"y/n.. please. what happened to me and ryujin really hits me hard. she was my first love-- i can't just forget her." his voice was pleading. which makes it harder for you because you can tell he's also hurting.

"i'm not asking you to forget, mark. i'm asking you to put me in my place."

"y/n-- i like you, so fucking much." he held your hand like he depended on it, and it burned-- the desperation on the way he held it, it feels foreign-- just a while ago you called him your home, yet now he felt like a stranger.

"that's not enough if you still love her." it wasn't his fault. so why are you hurting him like this?

"i can't lose you."

"you have no choice. because i'm not fixing a man that i didn't break."

you see, people come and go all the time, but the way they leave always stays. and with mark-- well, him and ryujin left with a bang.

an instagram post,

ryuu_jin 'he's mine, you may of had him once, but i got him all the time.'

and a picture of mark, smiling brightly at the camera while eating ice cream.

"fuck this shit." you tossed your phone and covered your face with your pillow and screamed.

what was the reason she had to caption it like that!? what a fucking way to rub it in your face.

"she's doing it on purpose, maybe mark had mentioned what happened to her. what a fucking prick." jake said through the phone. oh, he's pissed aswell.

one thing about jake is when he knows you're being ridiculed or being hurt by someone, he gets mad. he's protective about things like this.

he offered to message mark about it but you don't want to make a big fuss about it. you just don't want anything to do with them anymore.

you stayed home for almost a week. practically living off of mcdonald's chicken nugget and store bought ice cream. jake knew you were heartbroken so what better way to mend a broken heart than an unhealthy supply of fast food.

but today, you had no choice but to go to a coffee shop. you maybe heart broken but hell, that wouldn't stop you from getting your favorite caffeine drink from your favorite coffee shop.

"one americano for y/n." you heard the barista call your name so that's when you stood up and got your coffee.

you thanked the barista and quickly walked to the door but not quick enough, as your wrist were grabbed.

"what the--" you words cut off when you saw who pulled you.

"mark?"

"y/n. how are you?" voice laced with concern, he genuinely want to know how you're doing.

you pulled your wrist from him.

remember, y/n, you don't have to be bitter. you're better than them.

"doing great." you said. looking over him, seeing ryujin sitting at the chair where mark had been sitting earlier. honestly, if you've noticed that they're here, you would pass on coffee for today.

"i'm sorry about ryujin's post, i told her to delete it already." oh, so he didn't know about the stunt his girl pulled?

"don't worry about it, no big deal. i really have to go." you can only be nice for a while, but you can't spend your afternoon hanging out with him and his girl. you're not a saint.

"y/n, please, just let me.. fuck." he held your wrist again, he's in crisis. mark can never lie. you can tell when he's really in deep shit.

"let you what?"

"let me look at you. i fucking missed you." he whispered the last sentence but you picked it up.

you smirked. "you can't be that selfish, mark, right? now go, ryujin's already looking over here." she's already eyeing you and mark from a distance.

"shit." mark closed his eyes and squeezed your wrist gently, before letting go. you took that as a chance to walk away.

it felt nice-- the way you stood up for yourself.

you don't need him, you can go on fine by yourself. just a little bit of a kick start and you're off. its gonna be great. all's gonna be fine.

you know damn well this isn't happening to you.

you rang jake's phone again for a what feels like the ninety ninth time, but his service was out.

you see, what happened was jake had set you up with a friend. a really nice guy. 'something to take your mind off the canadian boy' in jake's words.

and you know jake knew what your taste in men are so he set you up with his good friend, jay.

he's good looking-- wait, no, he's fucking gorgeous. him and you had similar taste in music and all that cheesy stuff. you seemed to enjoy his company so you had spent hours talking to him.

he asked you if you could go with him at the slum city. a popular bar here in your town. something about a summer thing that the bar offers live band. you agreed, of course.

so here you are, sitting with him, listening to music you and him both like.

but why are you sweating buckets you might ask?

well because mark lee, and all of his friends are sitting at the other side of the bar. his arms around ryujin, them laughing about something that you're sure isn't funny.

"hey, you alright?" jay asked. poor boy, here he thought you would enjoy the vibe but you looked constipated.

"yeah. yep." you nodded at him to give him assurance.

you glanced over at mark's side of the bar and you saw him glancing over you aswell. you looked away swiftly and pretended to drink.

somehow, this large space where the music and chatters filled seemed so suffocating for you. you weren't even claustrophobic but the distance between you and mark feels so uncomfortable, you weren't ready to see him happy just yet.

sounds selfish, you know, but you can't help it. seeing him happy while you were on the opposite of the spectrum just didn't seem fair.

once you felt your chest tightening, you knew it was bad news. you need to get out of here.

"jay, i need to go to the bathroom." you whispered over to jay, which distracts him from watching the band in front. he looked at you with concern, and offered to walk you to the comfort room.

you gently refused, because honestly you weren't gonna go there to pee, you were actually planning to get out of the establishment. to breathe.

you stood there, hands in your waist, breathing the oxygen that the establishment failed to provide you.

you can still hear the music that the band played, but here its more lower. instead, it got clouded over some cars passing by and noise made by the highway.

"your boyfriend?" you almost jumped out of shock when you heard a female voice behind you.

you turned, and viola, the heather in your story.

"no. not yet." you replied to ryujin, although you were aware that your answer just opened the awkward silence that you were trying to avoid, there's not much you wanted to say to her.

"oh. that's nice." if you thought the situation couldn't be more awkward, her response just proved you wrong.

the whole minute that just passed feels like a lifetime. you were sure she went to you with a reason, and you were only waiting for her to say anything.

and just like you hoped, she spoke.

"you know, i've always wanted to meet you." her soft voice that fits her angelic face starting to annoy you.

you didn't answer, still finding a correct response to what she just said. before you could find it tho, she continued.

"you made him so happy. i can tell, i've been seeing his posts for the last few months."

at least she was aware that i was here for him.

"yeah well we both liked justin bieber so that's easy." you tried to lift the mood, which didn't really help at all.

she chuckled, damn, even her laugh sounds so angelic.

"but you know we've been together for 3 years, right?" mood turned sour faster than usain bolt. you can't help but look at her when she said that.

"and you two have been together for.. a half." hearing those words from her mouth just broke you. you've never felt so down, so embarassed and so mad at the same time.

"what's your point?" your tone started to get colder, wanting her to leave you alone. you can't argue with her, all she said was facts.

"that i'm his home, and he just went for a little vacation but he's still going back to me." her tone almost sounded like she's bragging, like she's proving that she's always the girl. which, she is.

"and i know that. but didn't you break up?" you wanted this conversation to be over, but god, you can't just let her step on you like everything was your fault.

"we did, for like-- a year. but guess who's driving me home tonight? him. he loves me and he will always do. so i suggest, stop wasting your time on him because he's mine. i know its a hard pill to swallow but you know i'm right."

how could you respond to that? she's got a point.

"i already ended things with him. so please, just leave me alone--"

"y/n? ryujin? wha- why are you two--" ah, the man behind all of this. mark lee.

"nothing, markie. just reminded her some things." ryujin came back with her innocent smile as she faced mark. yet, mark's eyes are on you.

"y/n? hey!"

the relief you felt when you heard jay call your name. right on motherfucking time.

you looked at him as he ran towards you, voice filled with concern as he looked at you and the couple around you with confusion.

"hey, sorry, got caught up with some.." you glanced at mark and ryujin, "..old friends."

jay wasn't convinced, still eyeing both of them as he consoled you and put his jacket around you.

"it's cold out here. you said you were going to the bathroom." you looked at jay.

you stared at him. this man, gives you everything you needed to be a partner, and you're sure he's got no ex that he's still not over with, and he's drop dead gorgeous. why can't it be him?

"i'm sorry. let's go--"

"y/n, can we talk?" a curse almost slipped your mouth as you heard mark.

you sighed. you're tired. you want to move on and get this all over with.

"yeah, let's talk." you gave jay an assuring smile and said that you'll be back, ryujin also had no problem with mark talking to you.

you needed to end this.

"who's he? your boyfriend? when did you--"

"what do you want from me, mark? cuz i'm sick and tired of the bullshit you're trying to play. if you choose your ex then stop bugging me! let me fucking move on because i can't be hung up on you like a stupid lovesick bitch!" there. the anger you've been trying to hide just flew out. and honestly, you don't care.

"i told you needed time to sort my feelings! it's hard for me too! i never expected her to want me back-- y/n, i thought we were over!" his voice sounded exhausted aswell.

"you were broken up but you weren't over her, mark. that's just not fair for me, because how could you start something with me when you're not even finished with her?" your tears started to flow.

"i genuinely liked you, fuck i might be inlove with you for pete's sake!" you ears rang after you heard word 'love'.

you wanted to believe him. you wanted to ask and confirm what you heard but you knew it wasn't true. it can't be love. no.

"you don't, mark." you gave up on yelling, completely breaking down in front of him.

"how can you dictate my own feelings, y/n?! you don't know me!" he's the one yelling now.

"you weren't inlove with me, you like me because the idea of me reminds you of her--"

"no!-"

"let me fucking finish!"

his mouth falls into a thin line, a tear slowly filling the brim of his eyes.

"mark, don't you understand? you're saying that you love me because you feel guilty. you feel like you owe it to me, because i got hurt. can't you see? i'm the other girl."

there it is. the fact that you hated. the truth that you despise. you were the side character.

"you two are meant for each other and i'm just the other girl who you had to meet when you're broken-- just like any other lovestory. and after the happiness you felt with me-- you'll realize that it's still her. i hate to admit it but that's what it is." your voice was trembling, but you had to get the point across.

"what are you saying? no, y/n, don't be like that--"

"it's okay. i'll be fine, mark. you don't need to say anything." you shushed him, giving him a smile despite the tears rolling on your cheeks.

you continued, "it fucking sucks that it had to be me, but what can we do? life sucks anyways. you don't need to blame yourself over this, mark. i'm okay-- i'll be okay."

you caressed his soft cheeks to get rid of his tear, one last time.

you took a sharp breath. "go, mark. be with her. i'll be here. you know that boy-- earlier? he's a great catch, i know he'll take care of me. it's okay, let go."

mark, finally processing everything that you're trying to make him understand.

he sniffed, leaning to your face, giving you a stare you knew you wouldn't see again, before kissing your forehead like his life depended on it.

after a few minutes he looked at you again.

"thank you-- and i'm so sorry." the last words he said before walking away.

A year later

that brings you to now, you were already settling down on a new job, an internship that your school had gotten you after graduating.

jay and you tried, but it didn't work. maybe you're still hung up over your college fling but mostly you really don't want to lead him on when you're still not ready to fall into another relationship again.

you were scrolling through instagram and one particular post caught your attention.

it was from ryujin.

ryuu_jin: i said yes!

a picture of her hand, wearing a diamond ring.

you smiled. you weren't gonna say it doesn't hurt still, but you're glad they got the ending they deserved.

mark took all of his effort to avoid you-- even changing his entire schedule just to make sure you two weren't in the same class anymore. you never saw him again-- literally as he moved back to seoul after graduation.

he had stopped hanging out with jake aswell which doesn't bother jake-- because he's still mad at him for hurting you.

you'd accepted the faith that you weren't mark's happy ending, you were just a mere side character.

"it's fine, you'll get your prince charming soon." you whispered at yourself as you fixed your skirt.

you dusted off your button up shirt as you walked towards the building where you walk.

and as you looked up, its way too late for you to notice that you're bumping with someone.

"i'm so sorry! i'm so--"

to say that you're stunned was a huge understatement. your jaws were dropped upon seeing the man in front of you.

"sorry." his deep voice followed, smiling at you, presenting his eye smile that oh-- just adds to it all.

"yeah- uh.." you didn't know what to say, as you forced your eyes away from his gorgeous face.

"do you happen to know where na corporations is?" na corporations? that's the company you're interning right now!

"i'm actually on my way there-- uh, i'm the new intern." you grabbed your id and showed it to him, which he saw, and immediately his brows furrowed.

"y/n?" he muttered your name to spark some memory in his brain, because he swore you felt familiar.

that's when it downed on him, "you're l/y/n?"

you blinked twice, softly nodding to him as you let your id down. he took his time scanning your face, and you took the opportunity to appreciate his gorgeous face aswell.

is this my prince charming? no-- i mean, it can't be that fast!

although you wished he is, because god damn, you'd be a lucky girl if you managed to pull this one.

"i'm lee mark's cousin, lee jeno."

oh you've got to be kidding me.

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Hi!

Can you write a story on how Ram's wife makes him jealous to get his attention as they didn't get much time to spend with eachother because of his work.Maybe possesive!Ram and some NSFW fluff?

I might add this to master list uff

Sangam Tera

Ram x reader

@dumdaradumdaradum sorry i got u married

"Ram? Ram!" You knew he was busy, had been for about three months now. You didn't meddle in his matters, but did your wifely duty to make sure that even though he was visibly overworked, he was alright. But that didn't mean the slow frustration was inching in you too. It was alright the first few days, but Ram wouldn't even look at you, his mind occupied by his case file and newspaper clippings.

Ram slammed his pen down and snapped his head up at you. "What." It was sharp, quick, and it told you "I'm working for heaven's sake". He didn't yell or threw a tantrum, but one quiet word from him sent you rooted on your spot. Ram raised his eyebrow, asking you to continue.

"It's deva's engagement s-so will you come home or reach th-" "I will reach there from work itself. Don't wait for me" he went back to his case file and you nodded, quietly leaving.

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You wrapped around a dark purple green saree, not paying much attention to your attire. About fifteen minutes after the engagement started, you left for your friend's place. The house was decorated with flowers and lamps, a happy atmosphere and laughs echoing throughout the room. But your mind was still fogged by the worries of your future. Your husband has already started acting so distant not even a year after your marriage, and you didn't want to end up like two people just coexisting in a house with no warmth. You were overthinking, probably, and you knew his work would always come before your needs, but you loved your husband and cherished your relationship. It was justified to be stressed.

You let the worries go for the evening, planning to talk to Ram that night. You wanted to do nothing but enjoy your friend's marriage, her new beginning. And even though Ram said he will arrive here straight from work, you knew he won't come at all. You shook your head, not wanting to spend the quality time worrying about your husband.

About an hour later when you were helping devas' mother with some work, Ram came, immediately looking for you. And the way he dressed, he probably went home and changed in it. Ram looked fresh, and the joyous surrounding changed his stressful mental state too. He just had to find you now.

What Ram didn't know was that your friends found him before he could find you. They decided to have their own fun, dragging him to their circle and endlessly chit chatting. Ram didnt want to stay there, he wanted you. He realized how his work took a toll on you too and wanted to apologize for being rude that morning. Ram wanted to see what you wore and how you dressed, knowing you probably looked beautiful. Ram wanted to give his attention to you and all your quitened or faded rants that disappeared at lack of his mental presence. He got up to find you, when your friend pulled him down again, laughing. When you heard your friends lapped in laughters, you came out to see who was the charmer they caught this time. And the charmer did surprise you. The man who couldn't give you a second of his day sat with all your friends, making them laugh and blush. You knew Ram was a hot little bastard, but maybe not on expense of your patience.

Ram's eyes snapped up to see the familiar figure near the pillar. He gaped, unable to decide what to do. He wanted to cross the room and come closer to you, but he wanted to stay far, to take all your beauty in. The saree twinkled in lamp lights, so did your jewellery. Your look screamed charismatic, but your aura screamed closed off and betrayed. You felt ignored by your own husband, all the anxious thoughts making a come back. To make it worse, Ram decided the latter. When he didn't move to come any closer to you, you left the room.

Ram was quick on his feet, ignoring everyone and following you inside. He ended up in a messy room, where deva's mother helped you pack some gifts. When she saw him at the door, she left the room, giving the couple some privacy. The scent of mogra and sandalwood took over him. "Y/n" that was probably the first time he took your name in a month, when he looked at you more than just a glance. You looked at him to see well groomed, kurta that you ironed and hair fluffy. "You look good" you said, as you wrapped the gift, diverting your gaze from him quickly. He wiped the invisible wrinkles on his kurta, looking down. "Shame your wife had to steal you from all the lovely girls, they would enjoy that more" you muttered, because you knew that if you raised your voice one more decible, the lump in your throat will become a waterfall.

"I was looking for you, but they pulled me! I couldn't get out of their grasp" his voice faltered and it looked nothing like a sincere apology, if there was any. "Ok then go back na, not like you have talked to me in 2 months anyways" you slammed the packet of saree down, your hands shivering from anger. "Y/n just because I haven't been able to be there for some days or talked to your friends doesn't mean I am not trying in this" Ram frantically motioned between you two, ferocity creeping in him too. "I came here because you asked me didn't I?" Ram said, his voice raising a notch. "If not even looking at me for 3 months and chatting with my friends before even finding me in a crowd doesn't gives it away than I don't know what does. And if you find it so burdening to be here than please leave" your voice cracked by the last sentence so you turned away, dabbing your eyes with your pallu. The distance did make the heart grow fonder, but dare they said that aloud. The distance made their brain clouded.

"Fine" you heard a sharp tone of your husband, just like in the morning, when your friend Deva rushed in. "What are you guys doing here? Come let's dance" she pulled you both out of the room, and into the crowd with everyone dancing. Deva danced with you and you giggled, clapping along. Ram sat nearby with others. The dholak noises echoed through the room, aunties singing and clapping. You didn't want to be there. Your head ached from all the argument with your husband, when you felt a hand on your arm. You turned to see Deva's cousin who moved out, Ratan. You smiled upon seeing him after so long, engulfing him in a hug. The three of you danced carelessly, and often you could feel Ratan coming closer to you but you didn't mind his touch, ignoring it since you were always so close. Besides, you knew Ram was boring holes in you from where he seated.

Two minutes later a rough hand pulled you from the crowd and dragged you through the hallways, in a closed room with a lantern and many sacks of wheat and rice. Ram slammed the door behind him and turned to you. Tears pricked in your voice. "What are you doing?" You cried, and Ram clenched his jaw. "Don't ruin my evening!" Ram's eyebrows furrowed on that and he gripped your shoulders. "Dancing with other men is what you call an evening, huh?" Ram said before he could realise what his mind was running in. Maybe he should start staying away from those pricks at work. The betrayal flashed like red light on your face and Ram scrambled to correct himself.

You pushed him away in fury. "Then what do you do? At least it was my childhood friend I was dancing with! You didn't even know those girls you were chatting with! But no, you just want a reason to stay away from your wife. I haven't had a single meal with you from past 3 months and 9 days, not some weeks! And I know your work is more important and I say I don't mind that but it still hurts that you are away from me for so long. Ram if not for me, at least tell me about your stress for yourself only! Talk to me about you if you don't feel like talking about me. I missed you and I wanted to forget that since you clearly don't care!"

Ram looked at you, finally, with nothing but his whole attention. Your eyes held waterfalls and your fists were tightened by your sides. Your throat was raw and dry as you coughed. You still cared for him as you yelled at him. There were faint red marks from where he gripped your hand. Ram gulped.

"Y/n" Ram was careful, slow. He didn't want to ruin anything further. He watched you find support on the wall behind you, the room enveloped with silence- quite contrary to your screaming raw voice a few minutes ago. The dholak and people dancing syncing in background. "Please, I am sorry" you made a weak motion of swatting him away from your hand. "Leave me alone" you muttered and anyone could visibly see the knife twisting, stabbed in Ram's heart. He stepped closer, cautiously, before softly taking the same hand he cruelly grasped in his hand. You looked up at the change of touch. Ram's breath hitched when he saw your kajal loaded eyes wet. You still looked etheral.

Ram kissed the red marks on your skin, not breaking eye contact with you. "What's the point of sorry after hurting me?" You asked and he held a soft, apologetic smile. "It's a promise that it will never happen again, Kasam se" he whispered and you looked away. "Ram leave" you whispered too, losing all energy to even talk to him any further. "Please, y/n" Ram didn't know if he was begging or asking you at this point. Whatever worked. Whatever helped him be there, for you. Ram's arms found their way around your waist as he bent down, just a little, to kiss your forehead. He could still feel your hands pressed on his chest, pushing him away.

"I am sorry. I was looking for you right when I came in I swear. And even if I was so busy I should have talked to you about it once. I should have told you when my first case ended, should have relaxed. I am sorry i talked to you so rudely in the morning too. And whatever I said right now. We can go out tomorrow, I'll buy you bangles. Pink one. And it's not a burden, or it's not like I want to stay away from you. I just forget I have someone waiting for me at home now. I am sorry. Please" Ram wished he was doing this right. He wished even if you didn't forgive him, at least you'd let him be close to you. Ram didn't want to stay away anymore.

You finally gave in to his apologies, falling forward on his chest, devoid of any energy. Ram cooed at you, his hands running on your back. "You look beautiful tonight" he muttered in your hair and earned a slight sniffle. "I wanna go home" you said, wanting to do nothing but sleep now. That evening was draining. Ram stepped back, looking at you. "Deva will be mad right, you're leaving so soon" he asked, opening the doors and taking your hand. "I'll tell her I am sick" you said, exhausted from all the crying. Ram could still feel the guilt bubbling in his chest. He nodded, holding you close. He didn't feel good, seeing your empty eyes or the slight hunch in your back, the soft nods and puffed cheeks. Ram swore he will never let you feel alone since that day.

Part 2 (nsfw) soon

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#ram charan #ghungru #rrr #rrr movie #fanfic #desi tag #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader

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lunarcry · 29 days

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did a foolish thing and went through my libertaria screenshots. teehee (none of the very important loki parts tho thats for later

Fenrir: Ugh, I've had it, Loki! Can I take this stupid stuff off now? Loki: I thought we discussed this already. A little modesty goes a long way. Fenrir: I'm a primal beast! B-e-a-s-t! Why should I give a crap about showing modesty to mortals! Lyria: But, Fenrir… It looks so nice on you. It would be a shame to take it off now. Fenrir: It does not look nice on me! My natural looks are all I need!

Lyria: Oh, Fenrir! What do you think of this ribbon? If you let me tie up your hair with it, I just know you'll look— Fenrir: Stay away from me, and mind your own business! I'm not a doll! I don't care how many primal beasts you have, I can devour you in a single gulp! Lyria: Okay… Sorry. Fenrir: Ugh… Listen! I'm not part of your crew, so—

conversations im obsessed with (also again how weak fenrir actually is LOLLLLL

Loki: Then I'd like to offer my services. I know I'm an Astral, but wouldn't you rather have that over no one at all? Lyria: A-are you really okay with that? Fenrir: I'm not!

'i consent' 'is there someone u forgot to ask?' meme

The guard prepares to usher Lyria away, when a voice sounds from behind them. Fenrir: Sister! Where the he—I mean, I'm over here, dear Sis!

Loki: I'll star in the lead role this time, Fenrir, do what you did before. Fenrir: … Lyria: Gosh! Fenrir's tail is standing on end! Loki: Excuse me, I'm looking for my little sis— Fenrir: Raagh! Istavion Soldier: Awagh! Loki: Fenrir! That's not how a graceful lady should act! Fenrir: Shut up! I'm done playing along with your little games! Sneaking in this far was good enough. If they want to come at me, then I'll take them all out.

Lyria: Oh no! The door is locked! Fenrir: Move! I'm gonna smash it down! Lejos leaps out of the way just in time—the door, its frame, and parts of the surrounding wall suddenly implode into the room.

SCENES IM ALSO OBSESSED WITH

White Knight: Though I ask that the viceroy make no further movements. That youngster is most likely the Astral the True King spoke of. Loki: What do you know, Fenrir? We're celebrities. Fenrir: More like infamous fugitives wanted for interrogation.

thinking about that before nalhe scene w/ true king.....i rlyyy wish theyd talk about loki & true king... (but also fenrir recognizing that white knight is strong

anyway knowing white knights real name. help. out of all names.

Fenrir: If you plan on making me do more things I hate, I'll bite your head off in front of all these people. Loki: Show some class, Fenrir. The world is finally getting a view of your cute side. Fenrir: Okay, you just said your last words. Who do you want me to tell them to? Loki: Just deliver it to whoever would be most saddened by my passing. You can decide that one for me, Fenrir.

i lvoe them so so much

The White Knight trails off while looking at Mikaboshi, hoping she'll fill in the blanks about the mystery Astral but she pouts instead. Mikaboshi: I don't know anything. I'm still not complete yet. My power might be stronger than Loki's, but his nose is sharper at sniffing out weird stuff. White Knight: (Judging by their responses, even Loki finds the presence of another Astral irregular?)

aurgh i love them. i love them.....

Mikaboshi: Well, I wanted to go watch a fight in the coliseum…

Necesaria: (Of course, the real reason is because my orders from the higher-ups are to collect data on Mikaboshi. Trying out different perfumes, foundations, and makeup was a ruse to test an Astral's resistance to poison.)

Vyrn: Loki mentioned you guys split off. Sounds like everyone found something fun to do. Necesaria: Nothing wrong with that. After all, our crew is a collection of misfits. Mikaboshi: I'm not having any fun! I don't care about cosmetics or whatever. And if there is another Astral here, I don't want to go near them.

I LOVE THEEEMMMMMM still loving how loki just picked necesaria up. like ok yeah u can join welcome!!!!! obsessed with lokis crew

#stardust speaking !#post. loki #post. fenrir #post. mika #gbf spoilers #i lov libertaria. island that gave gbf the clown bgm they cant stop using #btw other white knight stuff. but when theyre forced out of the uhhhh lil ebisu dimension thingie i think it is???#and loki & fenrir falls and white knight is like Actively avoiding to catch them. and instead #catches captain & mika LOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL #i need to record that scene its so funny

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wqxianvents · 4 months

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// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

#tears of themis #tot #tears of themis spoilers #!tot events #pookie bears i love them dearly #also these cards… i was like… im not gonna pull but holy fuck rosa is so FINE in all of them #the GRIP this woman has on me #it should have been ME in those cards 😡#anygays #having high hopes for this event fjfjd it is so cool already love the concept #gives me war flashbacks to vyn’s card though 😔 pls… hyv have mercy thankies #i think i am mixing the cards up with the train event though and now i’m scared that these cards do not actually have happy endings 😭😭 NOOO

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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Baby army here who has lurked for a little over a year. I keep seeing some jikookers saying that Stormblessed95 bullied WSJ and Serendipity off of Tumblr and I don't know why they are saying that. Like Stormblessed95 has always been nice to baby Army and others except when there are trolls. Even then I've never seen her attack another blogger like you seem to be doing. I mean you are calling people bad names. This seems like high school with the way you're calling her names and other people like that other anon minions who agree with her and not you. Isn't that what you are accusing her of? Did WSJ and Serendipity say that Stormblessed95 bullied them off the platform or is that what people who are mad at her assuming because she didn't agree with some things that those bloggers said. I don't understand why you and others are accusing her of that?

You're cute. ☺☺ I'm not being condescending i genuinely like your tone of voice in this ask. U come off really innocent and cute and I like it. 😁 But my dear if you've been Army for a little over a year You're not baby Army anymore. I've been in the fandom for the same amount of time as you. (I've known about BTS since 2015 but that's neither here nor there) So I was the baby Army that Storm was super nice to until she wasn't.

I'm blocked so I can't show u receipts but here's the math;

Wsj tells us she talked to Hopemin on the phone. Stormie immediately reblogs one of her old posts about people buying into hearsay and made up stories with no proof. What happened after that u ask? People flocked to Wsj asks and also commented negatively under that post about how she was full of it. (Go check the post, its still up) I saw this with my own eyes btw no one told me. I even sent Storm an ask asking her how was she different from WSJ when her blog is about how much real Jikook is. U think I'm lying? Again, go check.

Serendipitybegins a numbers blog minding her own business, posting about Jikook and how keen they are on using numbers to communicate. Storm makes a post and people flocked to her being all mean and shit. When people DMed her she confirmed she couldn't do it anymore that the attacks were too much.

So while Storm might not have attacked this people personally there is a power she holds in the Jikook tumblr community and she knows this. Come on now.

Which leads me to the name calling, u don't like that I am calling her Regina George or equating her to Tkk_lives? What do these 2 have in common? They tell people to jump, and people ask how high? Storm may not be rallying people under her blog to go be shitheads but when she makes certain, need I say passive aggressive posts? people take that as permission to go after anyone doing whatever Storm has an issue with. If you don't think this is true you're choosing not to see it because its happening again as we speak.

Thats u my dear 👆🏽

After V's unnecessary 2 minute live (I call it unnecessary because this mofo's phone was dying, Vhope were about to leave and were waiting for their taxis, so what was the point?) Jikookers called V out once again for his behaviour. Mind you, none of the bloggers i saw were exhibiting anti behaviour. What we have here dear anon is a difference in opinions. Jikookers have noticed a change in V since Gurumi showed up. Meanwhile Storm is moving like one of those people who think V is a Saint that can do no wrong. Like no?? Shit, I would kill for Jimin any day of the week but I can still call out some of his behaviour. Like I think its problematic how he treats Armys with kiddie gloves. Skipping all the kissing scenes when reacting to Like Crazy, apologising in advance coz women would be all over him in the choreo I mean... even his own boyfriend called him out for the whole unholy thing 😂😂 if you think these precious beings are not prone to doing things that make people side eye them, I'm side eying you

Forget insecure Jikookers. That group can kiss my natural black ass. But genuine Jikookers that I've seen dont hate V..they hate his behaviour. I keep saying this but that's a big difference. You can disagree with these Jkkrs, but to block everyone who feels this way, nigga please 🙄

#toxic jikookers #jikookers #bts fandom

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stevenbasic · 3 months

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Growing into the Job, Post 387: Another Favor

I am mentally stable. I am mentally stable, calm and cool and collected, any time I want to be. I am strong and ready for change. I am in control of myself and the world around me. Despite all this crappp I am not going to freak out. Shhhhh. The power to be better is in my hands. My emotional strength is matched only by my physical strength and I am haha really really strongggg

I stared into the bathroom mirror of the staff bathroom with the best smile I could manage and what I hoped wasn’t a super-crazy look in my eyes. I could feel the ceramic of the counter top threatening to give way under my finger tips and saw the mirror haha shaking from the authority in my voice as I said my affirmation. I took a long, slow, deep breath. Yes, I was strong. I…me! I was in control.

Okay haha enough of that! I need to talk to Marisela before she leaves. I stepped out of the bathroom with the paper I needed.

Mmm…But actually I am actually really, really proud of myself for not being too upset right now. I mean haha - look at the day I’ve had! The photoshoot stuff was cool this morning (I’m sooo excited to be a TV star haha) but then the lawyers? Ack. They tried to take him away! What the actual F. Are there more of them? Should I look? What would I do if I found them? And then - then! - the girls showed me that security video? The one that showed it was Cici - one of my own girls! - that had trashed his apartment? Ack ack ack!! If I hadn’t been able to center myself with these breathing exercises, these manifestations, I may have haha just she-hulked out right there in the breakroom where they showed it to me. I’m so glad Lakshmi had taken him away to keep him busy, brought him along with her to see some patients. I wouldn’t have wanted him to see my reaction (I didn’t really like that soda machine anyway, I’ll buy us a new one) or know that it was…what was her name?…Cici that did that. <clack clack clack> My heels echoed loudly through the hallways. I wanted everyone to hear.

Was I angry? I mean, yeah, maybe a little. Both with, uh, Cici and with what happened with those lawyer guys. But I knew what I had to do, had a plan. And hah I didn’t think he’d mind. I liked how it felt, you in my blouse, earlier. Didn’t you? The closer u are the stronger I feel. This’ll let me be really strong.

I could make it happen, I knew it. I turned the corner as I thought of his little head, buttoned up in my top. Nnngh! Haha we could be even more. It might take some time, and he might need a little convincing, but omigod yes. Yes yes. I needed to keep him safe and I figured what better way than to-

Haha shush, Missy. You have to find that girl. Cici, right? Or Cynthia? Why can I not picture her face? Anyway. Let’s take care of these lawyers first. I had an idea, was headed to who I needed to ask for help. I had the paper.

<<clack clack clack>>. Thunder cracks through the halls, really loud. The office was otherwise quiet. There were only a few girls left, mostly cleaning up the rooms, and he was somewhere with them. I bet you hear me. Does it make your heart race? Do you get a little nervous? Good.

Marisela, thankfully, was still at her desk.

“Hey Melissa.”

“Hey sweetie,” I replied, appearing calm. Marisela had her own little corner in the main office where we let her do her work. She’s really smart. I looked over her shoulder. She had one of her graphic-design programs opened up. “Are you working on the-?“

“Yeah,” she replied, swiveling to me in her chair. Aww she was just so pretty. Her straight black hair was done really nice today, probably for our little company photoshoot. “I just started on it.” She opened up a window for me, but then turned back, finished looking at the screen

“Ooo! looks cool. Hey, listen, I'm just about ready to take him home for the night. Would you mind closing up?” Still proud of myself for not acting crazy. But I could only hold it in for so long.

“Of course sure yeah,” she replied, “Lakshmi and Josie and I are going ax-throwing. Wanna come?”

“Fun but no,” I answered, “I have something to do at home.” Him.

Marisela's eyes flittered as she noticed the yellow paper I had in my hand. I’d tried not to crinkle it too much. Her smile crooked as she eyed it.

“Let me guess, you have another favor.”

I giggled, and maybe did sound a little crazy. “I do,” I said, handing the paper out to her. She took it, glanced down at it, noticing the signatures and names and all the legal words. They’d dropped it, left it behind. “These people tried to take him,” I said, my voice changing. I felt it, it got deeper. It might have been my imagination but I think the room dimmed. “I want you to help me. Can you do something about this?”

Marisela brought the paper closer to her face. She sniffed it, drawing in a deep breath. Suddenly her eyes widened, and a dark smile that showed a lot of teeth - two of them getting really sharp - broke her face. Those big brightly pretty eyes flashed. She had fangs.

“You know what I want?” I asked. She had their scent.

“Absolutely...”

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#growingintothejob

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alexinity · 2 years

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someone specific

albedo x gn reader

tw: none

-this is kinda short and boring but it was in my drafts for a few months so i decided to get rid of it finally, albedo might be a little off character idk

[albedo confesses his feelings, talks abt the future and his fears, a little comfort?]

•

you and albedo were sitting on the grass near dragonspine, where the cold couldnt reach, yet the sun couldnt touch.

you were laying on the grass in deep silence, not an uncomfortable one but still in the nice company of your friend.

"have you ever thought about the future?" albedo randomly asked

"of course i have.. why do you ask?" you turned your head towards him and looked at his back

"i was just wondering..do you think if we already have a destined future, that a single moment can completely change it?" he was staring into the distance.

"hm..perhaps..the future is something that changes all the time and even a single decision can lead it towards a very different way. our fates change everyday with every little thing we say and do. this is how i imagine it... kind of like the butterfly effect, dont you think?" you said with a small smile.

albedo felt his cheeks turn slightly red. he loved the way they answered his questions, maybe thats why he always seemed to try to find something new to ask you

"maybe you are right..." he said while turning the other way again

"you seem bothered? is something wrong? you never really care about things that arent happening in the moment, let alone something so distant like the future." y/n got closer to albedo and gently placed their hand on his shoulder.

"true but.. recently ive been trying to get something out of my mind, no matter what i do nothing seems to be working out"

"well its new to see you worried about anything at all, you can tell me.." a few seconds passes before albedo sighed and lowered his head a little

"how do i say this...well.. i was just wondering if what im doing, my dedication, all my researches, all my creations...if they will eventually lose their meanings when in the end of the day i will still be alone like ive always been, i will lose control and.." he didn't dare look at them.

"albedo..." albedo had told them a long time ago what his life purpose was, they knew what he was capable of

"leave it..i shouldn't think about it now" he felt embarrassed. he didnt understand emotions as much as he wanted to, he knew that in order to not feel lonely he had to be around people and that seemed like the hardest part

the only person he always wanted to be around was you

he knew you were a busy person, always going around helping others, caring about everyone, you had your own worries and problems, he knew the fact that you were there with him right now was too much to ask for. why would you care about someone like him anyway? he wanted to be selfsh for once, take you away from all of your responsibilities for a day and spend moments like this more often

"do you often feel lonely?" y/n took albedo back to reality with their question

"sometimes"

"then why do you always stay here - alone. If you really didnt want to be alone you would be doing all your researches in Mond.. in your lab."

"you are right..i dont seek the company of other people, i tend to avoid everyone as much as i could, in dragonspine i feel.. save...i am perfectly fine by myself here, but i do seek the company of someone specific sometimes, its distracting me from my job, makes me feel vulnerable.." He turned his gaze towards you. he felt his breath hitch as he was staring at your confused expression. should he really be doing this?

"and who that might be?" oh how u loved to act dumb he thought

archons you were doing to kill him. why do you always have to do this? you never seemed to notice how much effect you have on the alchemist

his hands trembled

"you"

perhaps one day..when he loses control, when he cant hold back and think straight..perhaps you will be there to stop him and bring his mind to peace again

#albedo confessing #albedo x reader #genshin impact imagines #albedo kreideprinz #i kin albedo ok #this is so off character i suck at writing #genshin x reader #genshin impact #albedo imagines

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glittersandsourcherries · 2 years

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Party flavor | Fezco x Reader

Summary: You visit Rue for the holidays and ends up tangled with her dealer friend

Pairing: Fezco x Reader (Rue's cousin)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mention of drugs

Request: Hey could u do one where reader is Rue’s cousin and caught Fezco and her in bed in the party and starts a fight with him cause she’s afraid of the drug thing

** Keep sending requests!!

Your mom had dropped you off at her sister's house to spend the rest of the holidays with your cousins while she was off with her new boyfriend. You didn't mind. You were actually stoked to spend time with Rue. Living three states away from her sucked.

She took you to the store where you met Fezco and Ashtray. Strange names, but they were cool people.

''I need a line. Right now,'' Rue said as you entered the store. The place was empty of customers and employee. ''Fez, you there?''

You frowned at Rue. ''I thought you were done with that?''

She shrugged. ''I was for a moment, but shit happened and...here I am.''

A redhead, who you assumed must be Fez, came out from the back. ''Would you stop shouting like that? What if there was customers-'' Fez interrupted himself, his eyes falling on you. ''Who's that?'' he asked, suddenly on his guard.

''My cousin, Y/N. Y/N, this is Fez.''

You waved and smiled politely, but the redhead shifted his eyes to Rue. ''She here for business?''

''She won't say anything. Right, Y/N?''

There was a new year party on Friday and Rue offered you to tag along. You weren't finished getting ready when she left for Fez's so she asked Lexi to pick you up.

You hadn't seen Lexi in a long time. When you were kids, you - and Rue - used to bike together.

The party was in full swing when you arrived. Cars were piling in the driveway and on the side of the road, loud music could be heard from outside and alcohol was flowing.

You made yourself a drink and were chatting with Lexi, not knowing anyone else at the party, when a girl with long, dark hair came up to Lexi, rudely interrupting.

''Have you seen Cassie?'' she asked, completely ignoring you.

You didn't know how you ended up in a bedroom with Fez, but one moment you were in the hallway, talking while sipping from a red cup and the next, Fez had his hands under your dress while you were making out on this bed.

You usually never go for guys like him - quieter and minding their own business. You were more into Nate Jacobs type of guys and Rue was constantly on your back for that.

Perhaps it was his beautiful blue eyes or the way he carried himself, but something about Fez called at you.

Your mouth was on his as you straddled him, your bodies pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily. You could feel the thud of your combined heartbeat mixed with the echo of the music outside the bedroom, but paid no attention to it.

A moan slipped from your lips as Fez trailed his lips down your neck, sweetly kissing, to take your exposed nipple between them. You pushed yourself down on him, feeling the strained material of his pants and how hard he was beneath you and smirked as Fez groaned.

''Keep doing that and I might not be able to stop myself.''

''What if I don't want you to stop?'' You looked down at him through your mascara coated lashes, the corner of your lips curving.

You were only in town until Sunday. Having sex with Fez tonight would be the best ending to your winter break.

''I'm here for a good time, not a long time,'' you reminded him.

Fez sighed, tucking your hair behind your ear. ''Can't, though. Got nothing on me.'' You got off of him and he cursed himself for not having a condom on him. He had some in the car, but it was too far. ''I'm not the kind of guy who goes to parties to fuck. I'm more of a sitting around and chill guy.''

You chuckled, falling back against the pillows. ''Yet, here we are.''

Fez hummed.

You pulled him by the collar of his white shirt, his green sweater removed and resting at the foot of the bed, and hooked a leg around his hip, pushing him closer to you. ''I'm not opposed to other things though.''

Interested, his wide palm slid down from your thigh to your knee, gently edging you to open them. You felt your dress hiking higher up, now fully exposing your underwear. Fez reattached his mouth to yours and was about to remove your underwear when the door bedroom opened and Rue stood there.

''What the fuck?!''

You and Fez stopped kissing, breaking apart when you saw Rue.

''What the fuck?!'' she repeated, louder this time, catching the attention of some people outside.

Fez moved off of you, swearing under his breath.

''Close the damn door!'' you yelled at your cousin. Your dress was pulled up and one of your breast was out of your neckline. You couldn't care less that Rue saw you like that, but you didn't want to give the little perverts at the party a free show.

She closed the door, but didn't leave.

''Rue-'' you began.

''I told you to stay away from her.''

Fez shook his head in defense. ''You told me to not sell or give her drugs.''

''That didn't mean you could make out with her.''

She sounded so mad, but why for? You were old enough and sober enough to make your own decision. And Fez wasn't trying to take advantage of you. You had offered to go in a bedroom. He was surprisingly sweet and respectful, which you wouldn't expect from a drug dealer.

''Look, I'm not looking to start family drama...''

''Why are you so upset over this?'' you asked after fully fixing yourself. ''You said yourself that Fez was a good guy, why are you so against this? Come on, Rue, we're just having a good night. Don't ruin everything.''

Her eyes shifted to Fez, as if he was the one to blame. ''I don't want her to get caught in the drug world. I know you won't bring her into this on purpose, but it comes with. I got caught into it a few months ago with Mouse. Remember the Fentanyl incident? And tonight, I acted like I had fun, but I was scared shitless in that bathroom. I thought this guy was going to...you know.''

''I'm a big girl, Rue. I can handle-''

''She's right,'' Fez decided. He glanced at Rue, apologetic. ''I fucked up tonight. I shouldn't have taken you with me to the drug deal.''

A frown creased between your eyebrows.''What drug deal?'' you asked, looking between the two for answers. ''That's where you went before the party?''

Rue opened her mouth to speak, but Fez spoke first. ''Nothing you need to worry about.''

#fezco #fezco imagine #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #euphoria #euphoria fic #euphoria imagine #euphoria season 2 #I'm doubting myself #this is the first time I write about fez and don't remember much about him

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obey-me-rot · 3 years

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You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.