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tusks-and-claws · 11 months

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I’m Not What You Need (But I Am)

Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: “When you sit there/acting like you know me/acting like you only brought me here to get below me”

You have a concern to bring to Miguel, but when he hears what you really think of him, he doesn’t let you off so easily

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, kind of missionary idk what to call it, dominant Miguel, brat taming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, choking, sort of strangers to lovers, maybe a little bit of a hatefuck if you squint, reader is a Spider person, def a bit out of character

Wordcount: 3.5k

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"Why are you coming to me with such trivial annoyances?" Miguel O'Hara asked you from the platform of his lab, at least ten feet above you. He was tapping on various screens, not giving you eye contact. It felt purposeful, pointed.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted to know when fights broke out. Keeping the peace and all that." You felt yourself growing warm, anxiety fluttering in your stomach.

"What I want," he said, his tone growing short. "Is for people to sort out their own bullshit, so I can worry about what's important. Which, if you haven't noticed, is much bigger than you and I and some stupid fight in the lobby."

As soon as he said it, you knew he was right. But he was still being an asshole. You were only trying to help.

You put your hands up in defense. "I just thought you'd wanna know." Then whispered under your breath "douchebag," as you turned to walk away.

But your progress was halted by something tugging at your wrist. You looked down to see what it was, and closed your eyes, quietly cursing yourself. Neon red webbing.

"You wanna run that by me again?" Miguel asked.

You swallowed a lump in your throat. "Nothing, it was nothing. I'll just leave."

You tried to pull free, but he was reeling you in, like a helpless fish on a hook. "Oh, no," he said, sounding somewhat amused. "No, I heard you. 'Douchebag,' eh? Not very creative. But…" he paused when you were closer, close enough that he could look directly down at you. "I want to hear you say it again. Face to face, this time."

You frowned. "How can we be 'face to face' when you're so high above me?"

He wagged a finger at you. "You've got a point there." In a sudden flash of tingling, your Spider sense triggered. But Miguel was too fast, he'd been doing this for far longer than you had. In an instant, you were wrapped in neon red and being hoisted upward onto the platform. He planted you right in front of him, putting his hands on his hips and leaning down so his eyes were level with yours. "Happy?"

You huffed. Why was he like this? A self-satisfied grin played at the edges of his plush lips as he scrutinized you with bloodshot eyes. Finally registering how close he was, and how huge he was, you started turning red. He could throw you around like you weighed nothing, couldn't he? He had just lifted you up here with hardly any effort. You'd never thought about another Spider like this. Sure, you were all strong, but there was something in Miguel's upper body that you couldn't free from your thoughts, something in those massive shoulders, something-

"Well?" He asked, breaking your trance. "I don't have all day."

You met his eyes. They looked so tired. You didn't want to insult him anymore. You wanted to leave and pretend like the thoughts you had about him never existed.

But you knew what he needed to hear.

"Douchebag," you repeated.

He smiled, and it was humorless. "It's nice to know that this is what people think of me. That I did this for all of us, and everyone in our worlds. And the word that comes to mind when people talk to me is…?" He raised an eyebrow prompting you.

"...Douchebag."

"That's right!" He pointed a finger at you. "I don't ask for much. I ask for people to listen and respect the operation. And that means respecting my time, too, eh? No more coming right to me with petty fights that people can solve on their own."

You just stared back up at him, hardly registering his words. Respect time, no more fights, whatever. His hair looked so soft.

"Got it?" He asked, starting to sound frustrated again.

You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it."

"G-got it."

"Good." He patted your shoulder. What an odd gesture. It was very nearly caring. "Let's get you out of here." He flexed his hand, talons coming free. He quickly swiped at the webbing he had wrapped you in, the strands snapping and falling to the floor in shreds.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. His brow furrowed. "Listen, I know I'm scary, but I'm just doing my job."

You shook your head. "I'm- I'm not scared."

"Are you not? Dios mio, I can hear your blood pumping."

His heightened senses were going to be your death sentence. The longer he stood staring at you, the worse your thoughts became. But you couldn't bring yourself to move away from his attention. You crossed your arms, trying to make yourself small so he would stop looking at you.

He raised an eyebrow. "What, do you wanna be friends or something?"

No, you thought, I want us to be something different.

Despite your best efforts, you blurted out, "no, in all honesty, I've never really liked you that much." Why did you say that? What was wrong with you?

He cocked his head, his eyes widening, processing what you just said. He started to nod. "Oh, wow. Great. Thank you so much. What a productive conversation. And you're still here because…?"

"Because you getting the last word in is infuriating to me." You couldn't stop yourself. You knew this was bad, but you couldn't stop.

"How do you think I feel? You came here for the sole purpose of bothering me and now you won't leave me the shock alone." He pointed at you again, forefinger lightly jabbing your collarbone. "You. Can. Leave. This is my lab, you little brat." He spoke the words through gritted teeth, and you could just barely see his elongated canines, gleaming and sharp in the light of the lab's computer screens.

Oh no.

You stood there, just blinking at him. You've never seen someone so annoyed looking so attractive at the same time. It wasn't fucking fair.

He suddenly started, the anger from his face vanishing, confusion taking its place. "Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "That's why your heart is pounding?"

Fuck.

"What, uh… what do you-"

"Don't play dumb with me.” He placed a gloved finger under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. “I can smell that you're turned on. Is that why you came here to bother me? So you could gawk at me? And maybe I'd fuck you if you were lucky."

You backed up, nearly slipping off the edge of the raised platform. Miguel reached out and caught your hand, pulling you in close to him. Unconsciously, you splayed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. His body was so warm and inviting, and you were drawn into it like a little planet circling a blazing sun.

What was happening, what were you doing?

"Is that what you thought?" He asked, seeming to echo the questions you asked yourself, his voice growing more quiet as he looked down at you.

You quickly raised your hands away from him, closing them into loose fists and crossing your arms again. "No," you said, truthfully.

"But you're thinking it now." He nodded. "Aren't you?"

After a pause, you nodded too.

"I really need to hear you say it." He probed.

"I'm…. I'm thinking about it now."

"Oh, are you? Thinking about what?"

You swore under your breath, doing a poor job of hiding a scowl. You should've known he wasn't going to make it easy for you.

"Thinking about you fucking me." You grimaced after admitting it, waiting for him to mock you and disown you.

He smiled. "That's funny. I thought I was a douchebag."

"Fuck you, man!" You threw your arms up into the air, turning around and preparing to hop down from the platform.

“No no no, come on, now,” he said, grasping your wrist with a large, warm hand. His grip was surprisingly gentle. “Why don’t you give me a chance to change your mind?”

You looked him in the eyes, and there was a small spark there. You sighed, unable to deny the reaction your body had to him. You wanted him. And he was offering himself to you. What reality was this where that was even possible? Not ten minutes ago, you were hardly closer than strangers. “Okay,” you said, offering him a small grin. “Don’t fuck it up.”

“Oh, I won’t.” In another swift movement, he swept you up into his arms and laid you down on your back on the lab floor. He was above you, arms on either side of your head, boxing you in. You could hardly see anything past those vast shoulders. You swallowed. He raised one hand to your head, petting your hair. “Look at that. You really are so pretty. Couldn’t help thinking it even when you were pissing me off earlier.”

You furrowed your brow. “I thought you wanted to change my mind, asshole, is this-”

He cut you off as his hand lowered, skating down your side and brushing against your breast before traveling even further. You exhaled shakily, trying to prepare yourself for this. Miguel O'Hara was touching you. Miguel O'Hara was going to fuck you.

When he reached the curvature of your hips, he fondly squeezed, humming to himself. "Soft… so soft. You wouldn't want an asshole like me to eat you out, would you?"

Your brain short-circuited at how blatant he was. "No, I- I would, I really fucking would, Miguel."

"Oh, are we on a first name basis, now?" He hooked a clawed finger into the fabric of your suit, ripping a huge gash into it so he could access you. That… that was your good suit. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from quipping back at him as he scooted downward, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lining himself up with your pussy. You threw your head back in anticipation, screwing your eyes shut. How was this real? How was-

You gasped as his tongue made gentle contact with your sex, slowly and carefully licking a long swipe from your opening to your clit, like he was savoring the first taste of you.

"You taste even better than you smell, amor."

Fuck, he was savoring you. You trembled beneath him, your hands tentatively reaching down to tangle with his hair. And it was even softer than you thought it would be.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Hang onto me."

You listened, your grip on his hair tightening. As if that were his cue, he brought his tongue back to your aching pussy, lapping at the wetness that was all but dripping from you. Your body immediately felt too hot on the metal floor, and you were convinced that you were beginning to melt under the warmth of his tongue. The almost-penetration was sending you spiraling; he was giving you nothing that you needed while somehow simultaneously answering your every secret desire. You needed that mouth on your clit. Your greedy, aroused body needed more, more. You had him all to yourself and he was teasing you. It wasn't fair.

You whimpered as you gripped soft locks of his hair, waiting for him to take the plunge. Waiting…. And waiting. But he just kept lapping contentedly at your entrance, just barely dipping his tongue inside. The feeling was pleasant but infuriating. What was he trying to do? Did he want you to beg for it?

Oh.

…He couldn't be serious.

But that was the only conclusion you could reach. After all, he'd been asking to hear you say things this entire encounter, prompting you to be vocal. All you had to do was swallow your pride.

"M-Miguel…?" You asked, your voice quiet.

He stopped, picking his head up slightly, looking at you from under his thick brows. "Mm? What is it?"

"Please, um… please…." Your voice caught in your throat. Why was this so difficult?

"Oh, you're begging me now? What could you possibly be begging for… Isn't this what you wanted?"

You narrowed your eyes as he held your gaze with that lackadaisical expression.

"Please," you started, feeling humiliated. "Please suck on my clit."

"Good girl. All you had to do was ask." In no time at all, his mouth was back on you. He zeroed in on your clit, taking the sensitive bundle of nerves into the wet warmth of his mouth, sucking on it just as you needed. The feeling was so intense and you couldn't suppress any of the noises that escaped you. And the noises he made didn't help in the slightest. He was humming as he worked your clit, the gentle vibrations of his voice adding to the overstimulation. He stopped for a moment to instead use his tongue, and the pointed attention was delicious.

"How are you feeling, amor?" He asked without fully pulling away from you, his voice slightly lisping from the contact.

"Good," you gasped, feeling like you were getting close to the edge. "So, so good. Please keep going."

"Tell me when you're going to cum."

"Yes, yes I will."

He continued his efforts, mercilessly devouring you, a cacophony of wet sounds rising to meet your ears. You could feel your orgasm building, your body singing. He was playing you like an instrument. That warm, pulsating feeling was building deep inside your core, threatening to burst apart with every second.

Your grip on his hair tightened. "Miguel, I'm- I'm gonna-"

Your back started arching and you closed your eyes as… nothing happened. He pulled his head away from you. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you from between your legs, one of his eyebrows raised.

"Wha- what?"

He smirked. "Oh, this? It's nothing... It's just that douchebags usually don't care about making women cum."

Your jaw dropped open. This again? You gritted your teeth, your clit swollen and thrumming with your pulse. You needed release.

"I'm sorry." You said, your voice desperate.

He raised his eyebrows, amused. "Oh, wow, that was fast." His tone was so matter-of-fact.

"I'm sorry for calling you a douchebag and an asshole, I was wrong about you. Please let me cum." You spat the words out so quickly that you hardly registered what you were saying.

"How could I say no to that?" He returned to you, gripping your thighs more firmly than he had before, shamelessly moaning into you as you started to curl up off the hard metal floor. Your orgasm was so close, it was right within your grasp. Your breath started going ragged as you held onto him for dear life. In a white hot burst of pleasure, you came, swearing loudly as Miguel drank up every bit of you, letting you ride your orgasm out on his skillful tongue. He slowed down right as you did, matching your pace perfectly until you were a heaving mess on the floor in front of him.

"My turn, now," his voice came through the fog, it sounded distant. But you could feel strong arms lifting you up and all but dropping you onto your back on one of the lab's computer consoles, its screen turning off in response. He dismissed a section of his high tech suit, his manhood coming free. You couldn't help but gawk at him. His body was unreal. From the small window he created, you could see hard lines of muscle carved into golden skin. Your head started spinning again.

He began pumping his hard cock as he looked down at you, spreading your legs further open with his free hand. "See how easy it is to get what you want when you aren't being a brat?" The way his muscles flexed through his tight suit while he worked himself was maddening. You wanted- no, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him inside you.

You nodded your head, answering his question.

"So, tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," you answered, still panting from your orgasm. "I want to feel you so badly. Please, Miguel."

"You're a fast learner," he purred, bringing his cock to your folds and lubricating himself on the mess you two had made. He slid over your slick entrance, his head touching your aching clit as he moved up and down. "I'll fuck this pretty cunt for you, since you asked so nicely."

He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside of you, inch by thick inch. You moaned, the feeling of finally being full was luscious, he was pressing at your walls from all angles. At last, when he was in up to the hilt, he stayed there for a moment while his large hands found your waist.

"My God, look at you. You took all of me, and so shocking well. You," he exhaled, seemingly taking a second to compose himself. "You feel so good."

"Thank you," you whispered, breathless. He was praising you. It was… nice to hear. Stubbornness be damned.

He chuckled to himself. "Please and thank you? You really do learn fast. You've earned this, amor." And with that, he pulled himself out of you, slamming back in with a hard slap. Over and over, he fucked you with the entire length of his cock, hitting spots inside of you that you weren't sure even existed. "Lemme hear you, I wanna hear it all."

You obeyed. "O-oh my God, Miguel, fuck. It's… it's so good. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you."

Thanking him fueled his fire; his grip on your waist tightening, red eyes sparkling wildly. "Good girl, that's it… watching my cock disappear inside of you… it's making me crazy. You like getting fucked by someone you hated before all this? You wanna get filled up by someone you don't even like?"

"Yes, please." Your back arched into him, the pressure from his unwavering thrusts overwhelming you. The feeling was impossibly perfect, your body tingling from your head to your toes. He really did fit inside of you so well.

"You'll get it, baby. Keep being good for me, you'll get it."

As he continued, his hands roamed your body. Groping at your breasts, resting on the soft slope of your stomach. You grabbed one of his traveling hands, a rogue feeling overtaking you as you brought it up to your throat.

His eyes widened in disbelief. “Y-yeah? You want me to choke you?” He sounded excited.

“P-please,” you huffed, grabbing onto his forearm.

“Holy shit, you’re something else.” He began applying gentle pressure to your airway as he kept fucking you. It was the perfect amount of constriction; suppressing your breath intake just enough for your head to feel pleasantly airy. He was good at that, why was he so good at that?

Between the way he was pounding you and the way he was choking you, your muscles started to bear down on him.

"Yes, yes, squeeze that cock. Good girl. You’re gonna get what you want.”

You clenched down on him, your orgasm rocking you to your core as he fucked you through it. It hit you in giant waves, crashing over you and pulling you into the undertow. You felt completely drunk on it. The warmth of it was everywhere in your body, all the way up to your fingertips. Your head swam, your eyes rolling back into your head. Miguel swore to himself, his tempo becoming more irregular. He released your throat, hands flying down to grip the console. You thought you could hear it cracking.

“God, you’re tight. I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Yes,” you rasped, your body shaking.

He growled as he came inside of you, bearing his fangs in clenched teeth once more, and you could feel his cock twitch followed by the heat of his seed as it stuffed you full. He lingered over you, his eyes looking frenzied as his gaze flicked over your face, his chest heaving with every recovering breath.

You released a deep sigh, smiling tenderly at him. “Thank you, Miguel.”

“You, uh,” he started awkwardly, running his hands through his hair. He still hadn’t even pulled out of you yet. “You earned it,” he repeated.

He took a short, unsure step back, as he pulled his length free from you. You could feel his cum leaking from you upon his release. There was so much of it.

He held his hand out to you to help you up, and you grasped it, smiling again as you got to your feet.

“I’ll clean this mess up, but you.…” He scanned your frame. “...I’ve got a pair of pants on one of the lab chairs down there.” He pointed toward a particularly cluttered section of his space. “Bringing them back would be a much better excuse to see me than a fight in the lobby.”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #smut #my writing #ive got another one for you you sick bastards #this one was not beta read in the slightest so bear with me pls #hope you enjoy!#i will not stop the metalcore title/summary naming convention anytime soon so my condolences

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fairestwriting · 3 months

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*KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN*

IT'S 8 AM AND I HAVENT SLEPT. I FOUND THE WORD DOCUMENT SO HERE HAVE THE FIRST ONE IT'S THE SIMPLEST ONE I'VE GOT I'M GOING TO BED

Maybe Vil finding out MC is basically his equal in their world? A famous actor/actress, model, makeup artist, etc? Maybe they're super casual in this world so it's not obvious until it gets bright up what they did in their world?

MAYBE i am really simple maybe i will see a vil request and black out and go crazy.......anon please go to bed at regular times (<- guy who does not do this either)

Vil Schoenheit

He's not completely clueless, he does put in the effort to keep up with trends after all-- But it's exactly because of this that he ends up not really recognizing you.

The entertainment industry has no shortage of people, and in the end, Vil is still only human, no matter how much of an eye for detail he has. It's hard to remember other artists' names.

He does get a feeling that he might have seen you before, but he can't really figure out where. It sort of gets on his nerves for a bit. If you pay attention you can catch on to this hint of odd curiosity every time you talk to each other.

There's no way he misses your charisma, either. Still assuming you're not in the position you actually are, Vil is genuinely surprised at how good you are at dealing with people. Even when you seem tired or out of it, you still keep a smile on your face and a pleasant tone to your voice.

Of course, though, he'll still be stern sometimes, even as you grow closer. Maybe he ends up even being a little bit harsher than usual because he sees all that potential in you. At the same time, though, he's a lot more gentle outside of things like school projects. If you show that you know a thing or two about fashion or performing, he's absolutely willing to discuss.

Then, he eventually finds out. Maybe he stumbles upon one of your posts in social media. Maybe you straight up run into each other when he's doing a photoshoot. Later he'll think he should have seen this coming, but in the moment, you're getting the privilege of being one of the few people who really shocked this man.

He'll keep it together if you're both in public, but the second you're not, he's kind of a mess? He doesn't want it to show, but obviously now there's this whole new concern about your relationship hurting his or your career, and wondering if anyone's seen you two together already, and just how the hell did you fly under the radar for so long, he's not mad, he just really needs to know--

Of course, you talk, calm down, and it works out. And deep down, he's happy about being with someone who can really understand the specific struggles he goes through, besides being able to trade work tips and share stories. It feels comfortable.

Honestly though? He's not getting over how you just did that. He's too proud to say it, but he's forever baffled at how insanely good you are at blending. Sometimes you catch him staring. Mostly it's just out of fondness. Other times he's trying to figure out how to pull off your totally-not-a-celebrity aura so he can go to the mall in peace.

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doobea · 8 months

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WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You realize that under his seven layers of unresolved teenage angst, Rin Itoshi is extremely sensitive, whether he wants to admit it or not.

contents: sfw, fluff, convos about growing up, gn!reader, proplayer!rin, play fighting!!, rin is kinda awk but its cute, first kiss and a lil bit suggestive but not really?, a birthday fic :) word count: 1.5K a/n: did i rush home to try and make a birthday fic for one of my favorite boys?? yea maybe. and goodbye i know his bday isn't today and im a day early but i wanna just drop this as an early celebration just so i can post sae on his actual birthday bc im secretly evil

Being Rin's one and only best friend comes with a lot of growing pains. Whether it be constantly receiving threats from his "super fans", always having to show up to his games just to drive him back home because he insists that he's too tired to walk back, or having to hear him vent about how absolutely shitty his older brother is.

And, much to no one's surprise, that dynamic hasn't changed even after becoming one of the nation's highest-praised athletes. And yes, he still insists you to drive him because he claims that his own private drivers "suck ass".

But there are some positive outlooks of being his one and only best friend. No, it's not the fact that you get free tickets to his games or the fact that you essentially eat for free whenever you're out with him. It's nothing materialistic of that sort. One of your favorite things is that he always picks up your packages, even when you order just a bit too much.

"You're going to break your bank account if you keep this up."

"It's your birthday. How can I not celebrate?"

There's a click from his tongue. "You know I hate celebrations."

You sit up from the sofa, flashing him the tiniest of smirks. "It's just gonna be between us. I'm not planning on inviting anyone over."

Rin rolls his eyes before setting down the mountain of delivery packages onto his apartment floor. It looks to be about eight... no twelve? You honestly lost track of how many items you ordered but not like that matters now. The packages vary in size and you can tell by the scowl forming on his face that he's confused by what you have in store this year.

"They're decorations, you dumb dumb." You finally answer after watching him struggle to think.

This only deepens his scowl. "It's my birthday and you want me to decorate?"

"Oh, so now you wanna play that card? Thought you didn't care about your birthday." The kick you receive to your legs is a clear indicator that you've successfully annoyed Rin Itoshi. Which really doesn't take that much effort, but it's still fun to tease him nonetheless. "Are you gonna help me now?"

Rin opens one of the smaller boxes, pulls out a roll of blue streamers, and puffs out his cheeks slightly in frustration. "Where do I put this?"

You blink. "Have you never decorated before?"

You watch his ears turn red and he quickly responds, "I have, idiot."

"You just—" Rin struggles with the streamers and you suppress a laugh when he accidentally tears a ribbon in half. "Actually, never mind, just leave it to me."

He takes a few defensive steps back when you stand up, clutching the streamer close and dear to his chest, shooting you one of his piercing glares. "Stop, I know what I'm doing."

"For someone who's so careful about his actions in football, you sure are clumsy when it comes to anything outside of that." The scrunch on his nose only solidifies your point.

You don't quite understand how someone like Rin can have such a meticulous lifestyle but then mess up when attempting to parallel park or even fry an egg. You're mostly teasing though. Mostly. It's not like any of his "clumsy" actions bother you.

"I made a birthday card for my mom once." He says as if that's enough proof to prove that he actually does know how to decorate. "It's on her fridge."

"Yeah? The one with the shitty drawing of you and Sae hugg—"

"You can stop now."

The blue streamer rolls to the ground as you lunge forward and smack it out of his hands. Rin is annoyed, very annoyed, and attempts to playfully aim at your shin again. You let him but this time around you push him back, aiming for his chest.

Rin is taller and stronger than you are but, during times like this, he holds back just enough for you to take the upper hand. Only for a brief moment that is.

You give up as soon as he pins you beneath him on the floor. "Ok," You manage out. "You win, you win."

Rin loosens his grip on your wrists and rolls over next to you. "That's what I thought."

After what feels like an eternity laying in silence on the floor, you speak up, letting your tongue run. "You know that I’m secretly jealous of you, right?"

His body shifts slightly from your peripheral but you keep your eyes glued to the ceiling. "Jealous how?"

"I don’t know how you do it but you always end up looking like some hotshot supermodel even with all that sweat. Too bad people don’t know that you’re actually so emo that it hurts." Despite saying it in a teasing tone, your lips curve into a small sincere smile. You didn't need to see his face to know that he was also smiling.

Another kick. "Shut up, you sound so dramatic right now."

You kick back but with less force. Too tired out from the struggle earlier. "Says the guy who wants to beat up his brother over football."

Silence hangs in the air again. And suddenly you become hyperaware of his proximity, the scent from the cologne he's wearing, and how melancholic he looks from your angle.

"Are you ever scared of growing up?" Rin's sudden question makes you sit up. "I think about that more often than I like."

You tense for a moment at his words and quickly collect your thoughts, shaking your head. "There's nothing scary about growing up. Think about all the cool things you got to experience. You accomplished a lot compared to when you were sixteen."

He hums. "That's true."

"And think about all the cooler things you haven't experienced yet. Like scuba diving and shit."

"What if I can't swim?"

"Then you take swimming lessons, dummy."

"Also true." He pauses and finally sits up with you. "You'll still be around, right?" Rin stares with his usual tight line on his lips but his eyes seem to be searching for something in yours. He looks very serious and also mildly stressed out.

You realize that under his seven layers of unresolved teenage angst, Rin Itoshi is extremely sensitive, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Hey," You offer a hand on his shoulder and he flinches at the contact. "As long as you're around, I'm gonna be around too." You say softly.

He holds your hand in place and squeezes it. "Even when we're both old and wrinkly?"

You squeeze his shoulder in response. "Definitely gonna stick around to see that."

There’s silence again for a minute, as he thinks it over. It’s not quite as awkward of a silence, but it’s still not entirely right. You're mentally preparing for another round of existential questions from your best friend. After a moment, Rin's leaning forward, instinctively pressing closer, and there’s something happening between you two. Some weird shift taking place.

Skinship of any form isn't something that Rin is comfortable exploring with just anyone. The most that he's gotten physical with is maybe a hug but even that lasts for just a fleeting second. You find yourself reciprocating and leaning close, relishing the fact that he doesn't do this often. And soon, you feel the sudden urge to kiss your best friend.

"Hey—Rin, do you..." You stumble over your words, but the way that you say his name catches his attention.

"Yes." He cuts you off before you get a chance to finish.

Rin leans in and you meet him halfway. Your noses bump awkwardly against each other due to the height difference and it causes you to laugh. Rin looks like he wants to be embarrassed and annoyed but he ends up laughing too. You two try again, shuffling yourself closer and placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself, and this time it's better.

There's a bit of mint aftertaste left in his mouth from the gum he was chewing earlier and you didn't know if you should feel self-cautious of your own breath because you're pretty sure it tastes like the cereal you had this morning. You quickly decide it's out of your worries when you feel his hands around your waist, pulling you closer into his lap and deepening the kiss further.

Rin calls out your name when he pulls back and you're positive that you could pass out right now if you're given the option. "Stop looking at me like that." He frowns, red sweeping his own cheeks.

You swallow hard and tilt your head. "Like what?"

"Like you're nervous to be around me. I don't want that."

You feel yourself growing small under his touch. "Then what do you want, Rin?"

He furrows his brows together and you feel his fingers toy with the fabric of your shirt. Rin does this for a while before answering, "I just want you to stay by my side for as long as you can. Is that possible?" He whispers.

"If it's impossible then I'll make it possible for you, Rin." You close the distance and rest your chin on his shoulder. "I'll give you all my seasons if you want them."

You don't hear anything from Rin but soon his grip tightens around your waist and you swear you can hear him sniffling. You pretend to not notice. God knows what he'll do if you catch him crying. Instead, you close your eyes and rub his back gently in circles.

"Happy birthday, Rin."

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock headcanons #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #happy birthday u dumbfuck #how long r we gonna wait till you show up again #bye idk what the title should be #i just know his bday is this month #and i know this song...#and that hes major virgo vibes

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shoyoist · 1 year

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Hi my name is virtue and i'm plagued (pos) by thoughts of how delightfully vocal hanma is in bed.

content: fem!reader. unprotected sεx, riding dⅰck<3 shuji is loud and talks so much. multiple rounds and οrgasms, overstim, use of the terms daddy and babydoll. manhandling. note: this took me so long i apologizey_y

— . ｡˚ ♡ hanma likes it best when you're just as vocal as he is.

“shuji—” your voice has nearly given out. your body is hot and sore and your skin glows with sweat under hanma's bedroom light. the slap-slap-slap! of skin against skin fills the room, along with your boyfriend's shameless moans and sighs of pleasure.

“say my name again, baby,” he groans, sliding his big hand down your waist to your ass, squeezing at the plush skin before giving it a sharp slap. “fuckin’ say it, and open your mouth—moan pretty for me, yeah?”

you're tired — hanma has been making you ride his cock for what feels like hours, and your legs are trembling, cunt and thighs messy with your slick and his cum, and your clit is begging for relief.

but he doesn't let you stop. “c'mon, dollface. fuck, you look so fuckin' good like this, mm?” he hisses through gritted teeth, hips jerking up to meet your body when your cunt flutters around him, making his dick throb. “tits so good when they bounce like ‘at. gotta— gotta fuckin' see em jump while i cum.”

god, he uses the most embarrassing fucking words sometimes— but you're so blissed out and dizzy on the feeling of his big, big cock inside you, that you can't give a damn.

“hhngh— shuji, ‘m tired.” you beg, grabbing hold of his arms and using them to hold yourself up, still being such a good girl as you fuck his cock, pussy drooling and pulsing hot and wet all around his girth. “please.”

“keep goin’, baby.” he moans so loud, throwing his head back and exposing the expanse of his throat for you, and you can see red lines from where you'd dug your fingers in and scratched him down the side of his neck— you want to lean in and kiss him there, but you think if you move forward too much right now, you might collapse.

hanma is nice enough to grab your hips and fuck up into you, lightening the effort. “heh,” he smiles, a drunken stretch to his lips — and his eyes lower to his cock, watching the way your cunt stretches out around him as he rolls his body up in slow, languid thrusts.

“was gonna put a— a ring on you for valentine's day, baby.” his laugh is breathy, partially a stuttered moan. he eyes the milky band of cum and slick that sits around the base of his cock, getting thicker every time you sink your pussy hilt-deep onto him— and his smile widens. “but it looks like you beat me to it. look at that.”

your face heats up in a furious blush, and hanma just chuckles at your expense as you shudder in his arms, feeling an orgasm coming but also feeling too exhausted to even tell him about it.

his dark, golden gaze scans you as you try to catch your breath, thinking you're so fucking pathetic and so pretty as you keep going, just incapable of saying no to him even when you're begging him to give you a break.

he knows you love getting fucked on his cock as much as he loves watching you get fucked on it. “talk t’ me, baby.” he coos, patting your cheek before wrapping sin around your throat and gently leading your lips to his.

your hips buckle then, and your ass smacks onto his thighs as you sit down on his dick and whine. “fuck—” he groans, choking on his words as he lets out a string of cusses under his breath. “little cunt did so good f’me, ah?”

“can’t— wanna cum, shuji.” your eyes flutter, rolling back into your head as you exhale and slump into his chest, upset as you feel the stimulation against your clit die down but you've worked enough for one night.

“kah— you tappin’ out on me?” he grins, squishing your cheeks in his big, big hand and giving your head a little shake. ”c’mon baby, give me a good time.”

“wanna cum,” you beg, tears dotting your lashline now. you wanna please him so bad, but you just cant. “shuji, shuji please. i … i did well already, mhm?”

you're so fucking cute. so damn good, so pretty and all his for the taking, he knows. you've pleased him plenty already, it's true. he's made you ride him and let him watch your tits bounce till he came three whole times into your pretty little pussy— and till you'd come undone, shaking and whimpering in his hands as you struggled to fuck his cock through your orgasm at least four times.

and hey, isn't valentine's day supposed to be an occasion where the man showers his woman in gifts, affection and love?

“alright, since you're askin’ so sweet.” he chuckles again, and when sin and punishment grip your waist again, they do it firmly and with force.

hanma lifts you off his cock easily, and you don't notice but it twitches, the vein that runs underneath throbbing heavily when you let out a sad little whine like you're sad it's not in you anymore— and he shushes you, pushing you down on your back across the sheets. “let daddy take care of you now, m’kay?” he giggles.

you blush again at the term that you always say is so embarrassing yet makes you so wet and obedient for him anyway — and as you nod, hanma climbs over you, trapping your body under his broad shoulders and between his long, lanky limbs. “just need you to say the words f’me, baby.” he says, taking hold of your legs under the knees and hooking them over his shoulders.

you feel your cunt open up, slick and fluttering in anticipation for him, and the sensation of the cool air washing over the sensitive flesh right before the blunt head of his cock presses over your hole — it has you keening.

he doesn't even have to instruct you. “please shuji, daddy—” you babble, needing him. “need you to fuck me ‘n help me cum. tired, so tired and i did well for you, didn't i daddy? need you to make me feel good now, please.”

and how could he ever say no?

“anyth—shit—anythin’ for my babydoll.” he hisses sharply, pushing his cock past your entrance and back into your warm, velvet cunt. his hands, the dark tattoos contrasting so prettily against his pale skin as he grips you tight, holding you in place as he thrusts in and slides himself into you in one go.

you cry out weakly, toes curling with the pleasure that rushes through you when he splits you open and his tip bumps your cervix— and he smiles down at you, golden eyes lidded and dopey. “yeah, ya like that? like how daddy can fuck his cock so deep into your little cunt?”

“mhm, mhm,” you nod, by now so blissed out that all you can do is moan and tell him mhm to every question he asks.

“baby's all fucked out already,” he tuts, giving you another thrust, the schlick! of his cock going in and out so loud it sends the most delicious shiver up his spine. he's going to fuck you so hard. “y’gonna match my energy, doll? gonna moan with me ‘n cry while you cum?”

“mhm,” you nod, mouth falling open as he thrusts harder, and your arms come up to wrap around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “love you, shuji.”

god, he thinks, giggling into your mouth, biting into your swollen bottom lip. he's going to fuck you so damn hard, when you finally cum this one last time, it'll fucking knock you out.

notes: interactions, reblogs & feedback are much appreciated! come thirst with me in my asks<3 tagging: @katasstrophy here it is rivvy! hehe<3

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sunnysana · 5 months

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Park Chan-young x F! Neohuman reader

Summary: Eun-yoo left Chanyoung in the trap.

Warning(s): None

"Eun-yoo!" Chanyoung yelled for the 10th time knowing he wouldn't be able to get out any time soon with his sprained ankle, and that if he'd wait it to heal he would probably die of starvation.

"Damn it" he muttered under his breath while letting himself slide to the floor. He knew she wasn't gonna come back for him.

He sighed and closed his eyes giving up on doing the impossible.

Hours later he felt a change of scenery, he felt soft plush against his cheek when gained consciousness.

He opened his eyes.

He checked his surroundings first, noticing that he was lying in a makeshift two person bed that was probably a sleeping couch. He faced to a wall with a window shut with a curtain in presumably a camper.

it was getting dark outside. As he tried to sit up, he noticed his ankle bandaged up and taken care of.

He sat up and looked to the front. There was a girl standing at the kitchen counter making some food.

"Hello?" He said, trying to gain her attention. "Ah, I see you're awake." She then grabbed a bowl, showing some type of soup in it. "Drink up," she said. "You need it if you wanna heal anytime soon," he took it. "Oh, thank you," he replied, bowing his head slightly.

"How did I get here?" He asked still in a polite manner like he always did. "Oh right, I found you in a trap made for the infected or so-called 'monsters', I guess I felt bad for you so I decided to help you out." she said. She however left out the part that she saw Eun-yoo leaving him in there.

Then she grabbed a bowl for herself aswel and sat across from him on the side of the bed.

"So what's your name?" She asked him before eating a spoon full of the warm soup. "I'm Park Chanyoung from the Crows platoon. Nice to meet you." he bowed his head slightly again. "That's probably a thing in the army right?, well my name is L/N Y/N nice to meet you too." I bowed my head as well.

"Now drink up so you don't die of starvation, I didn't put anything weird in it if you're wondering" she smiled slightly. "If I wanted to do anything to you I would have done it already".

Chanyoung then put a spoon full of soup in his mouth tasting it. "Hm, it's good".

A little while later, after having a great conversation with him, you finished the food, so you placed the dishes in the sink. You felt something new inside something you hadn't felt before but couldn't quite place your finger on it.

"Thank you for your care, but I probably should go back I don't want to be a bother for you," Chanyoung said preparing to get up "No no no it's fine, you should take some rest I bet you won't come far like that also then my effort would have been for nothing"

Y/N replied back. As much as she doesn't wanna admit it she enjoyed having his company after all she's been alone for a while.... well since she turned. But what he doesn't know doesn't matter right?.

"Go rest now," the tired girl said, settling at the table. "I'm gonna aswel. "Wait, let me sleep at the table at least, I can't just take your bed like this. That would be rude of me".

"No, it's fine. Really, you need it more than I do, I'm not letting you sleep at the table" she said insisting and resting her head against the wood. "I'm not letting you either" he replied back to her not wanting to make her sleep on there, cause what gentleman would make a girl do that?

"I can take it really" she said not wanting him to sleep uncomfortably at the hard table.

But he couldn't let her "Alright then how about this you don't want me sleeping at the table but you don't want me to either so how about we share this bed? It's two person sized so we can have our own side that we stay on so it's hopefully less uncomfortable" he suggested a small blush tinting his cheeks "And no weird stuff ofcourse if you're worried about that" he added.

Her cheeks also got a little pink tint on them "If you insist then fine" she then clomb onto the bed onto the left side and got under the covers.

Both of them were flustered as they lay there together. "...Goodnight," she says softly, trying to look away. "Goodnight" he said back positioning himself confertably as they both drift of into a deep sleep.

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A/N:

This is my first fic on here, so I hope you liked it. Also, I will be making a 2nd part soon, so I hope you look forward to that. Thank you for reading!

#sweet home #kdrama #sweet home season 2 #park chanyoung #sweet home x reader

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makeitmingi · 6 days

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 42]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"We're going down to the beach, jagiya. Wanna come with?" Wooyoung poked his head into your room.

"I just laid down after unpacking. Go ahead, I'll join in a bit." You groaned, waving him off. He scurried over to give you a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

"Psst, baby." Yunho came in after Wooyoung left. You said something, muffled by the blanket that you face was squished against. You heard him laugh and his feet padding over. Then all of a sudden, you felt his weight on you as he laid his body over yours.

"Ack! Yunho!" You turned your head to protest.

"Hi, my love." He flipped you over to face him and hovered over you. He grinned and showered you in kisses.

"Mmm! Okay, enough. Down, puppy!" You yelled, trying to stop his attack on you but that wasn't going to deter him. He just attacked your even more.

"Why didn't you want to go to the beach with the others?" He yelled, wrapping his arms around your waist, dropping beside you.

"Tired from unpacking. I might take a short nap before going." You yawned, turning to face him.

"We should be sharing a room. You know I'll still come over to sleep here anyway. Why don't you want to share a room with me?" He whined, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

"Well, sometimes I might want to room with Hwa or Woo too. You have to be fair, Yun." You squished his cheeks in your hands, making him lips pucker. It was so cute that you giggled, leaning forward to press your lips against his. But Yunho had other plans, hand coming to hold your head in place so he could kiss you longer.

"Can't breathe!" You smacked his shoulder to let you go. He just had a big grin on his face.

"I am being fair. I'm your boyfriend so naturally, I room with you. Simple as that." He pointed out. You rolled your eyes, slinging an arm over his shoulders.

"Come on. You hardly spend time with Mingi too ever since we started dating. He was excited to room with you." You said.

"I doubt it. And we've been spending our whole lives together, he's fine." Yunho scoffed.

"I'm going to nap." You turned to reach for your phone on the nightstand and set an alarm. You did still want to hang at the beach for a while so you definitely didn't want to oversleep.

"Sleep then, love. This vacation is also for you to relax and get some rest." Yunho stroked your hair, kissing your forehead.

"You too, Yun... You've been putting in so much time and effort to running the restaurant so this will be a break for you too, hmm?" You looked up at him, fingers brushing against his chin. He nodded and tightened his hold around you.

"Baby, wake up~ We gonna go to the beach remember?" Yunho sang, kissing your cheek multiple times. You scowled, elbowing him in the ribs to make him go away.

"I forgot what Seonghwa hyung said about trying to wake you..." He groaned in pain.

"Come on, love. You'll regret it if you don't go. The boys are already there." Yunho was relentless, holding a pillow in front of his face now.

"Buh me beech wi sil pee der." You mumbled.

"My sweet love, I have no idea what you're saying right now." Yunho giggled, pressing his face into the side of your face, giving you another kiss on the cheek.

"There, there, up we go!" He enthusiastically lifted you to sit up, cooing at you as if you were a baby while brushing the hair away from your face.

You let out a long sigh and opened your eyes, shooting Yunho the stink eye. He just smiled smugly and hugged you to his chest. Groaning and whining, you slid out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, grabbing your bathing suit on the way. You tied your hair into a bun and put on sunscreen.

"Alright. Done." You emerged from the bathroom. Yunho was not expecting you to be in your bathing suit with his shirt as a cover.

"I-Is that my shirt?" He blinked, feeling his cheeks heat up and his ears turn red.

"Uh, yeah. It's one of the one you left at mine. Is it okay if I borrow it? It's the perfect length to cover the bathing suit, you and your long torso." You chuckled.

"I'm more than fine with it. You look great in my clothes, wear it more often." He put his hands on your hips.

"Sure." You laughed at how silly he was, tip toeing to give him a kiss.

"Go change, I'll meet you downstairs." You said. Yunho nodded and went to his room. You went to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of sodas and bags of snacks to eat.

"I'm ready! Let's go swim!" Yunho marched up the stairs from his shared bedroom with Mingi. You figured that they probably took one of the basement rooms. He carried the drinks for you so you could grab your things with a towel tucked under your arm.

"Look who woke up the sleeping bear." Seonghwa ran over to you, seeing you and Yunho walk over to the shore front from the deck.

"Did you just call me a bear?" You scoffed.

"Thought we wouldn't see you for the rest of the day." Mingi chuckled, patting your shoulder. You punched his arm and went to sit with Hongjoong under the beach umbrella.

"Ocean not your thing?" You asked, opening on of the soda bottles and taking a gulp.

"When all Mingi and San want to do is drown each other, then Wooyoung and Jongho join in on that... It's not fun." He scoffed.

"Their chaos knows no end." You shook your head. Speaking of, you watched how Wooyoung tackled Yunho to the sand and Jongho helped by stacking himself on top.

"PUPPY PILE!" San yelled and the rest all stacked on top, making you and Hongjoong wince.

"Yah! Be careful! I still need an intact boyfriend at the end of the day!" You yelled but of course they ignored you, continuing to squish your tall boyfriend into the sand. All you could do was watch and hear Yunho's yells of defeat and the others' yells of victory echo throughout the whole beach.

"(y/n)! Save me!" Yunho called out.

"Looks like you've got it under control, Yun!" You yelled back, raising your drink to him. Eventually, they did let Yunho come up but he stormed over to you.

"How did I have it under control?! I was suffocating and dying! Nice to know you have my back!" Yunho frowned.

"Sorry, Yun. There was no way I could stop them. They would just stack on top of me too." You shrugged, shaking your head.

"Don't pout." You patted his cheek, holding up the bottle of soda you brought for him as some sort of peace offering. Yunho did take it but set it down without drinking, confusing you.

"Yunho!" You squealed as he suddenly lifted you up bridal style. You scrambled to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Jeong Yunho! You overgrown golden retriever! Put me down now!" You scolded, watching as he headed towards to the water.

"The water is looking nice and cooling, isn't it, love?" Yunho smirked as he stood in the water that brushed against his knees. You continued to yell for your friends to help you, clutching onto Yunho like a scared cat.

"Remember cats don't like water, Yunho!" Seonghwa yelled from where he was standing, just watching this go down. You shot him a glare, that wasn't very helpful.

"Yunho, you'll regret this." You threatened.

"You're so cute when you try to be fierce, love. But remember, you asked for this." He chuckled.

"How did I ask for this?! I offered you a soda! I seriously encourage you to reconsider this, Yunho!" You squealed. He seemed to contemplate it for a second and you were relieved.

Until he dropped you. But your tight grip on his neck didn't relent, ending up with him being dragged down as well.

"Ah~ It's cold!" You splashed the water at Yunho, a dramatic frown and pout on your face while he laughed.

"Park Seonghwa!" You got up and ran over to your best friend.

"Oh no, you're not!" Seonghwa ran away, knowing what you were going to do. Luckily this time, Jongho and Wooyoung helped you, stopping Seonghwa and holding him in place. You plastered your wet self to him, hugging him tightly. He howled at the feeling of the cold wetness seeping into his skin.

"You!" Seonghwa's face looked like the red-faced angry emoji and you ran to get a headstart, turning to see him chase you angrily. You laughed out loud as you ran.

"Ack!" You saw Yunho doing to same to Mingi, hugging him with his best friend with wet clothes too.

"Got you!" Seeing how you were momentarily distracted by Yunho and Mingi, Seonghwa tackled you into the sand.

"Yeah! Panné her like a pork cutlet!" Wooyoung cheered Seonghwa on. The both of you burst out laughing, of course all of you would use food analogies to egg each other on.

"Choi San! Kang Yeosang! Put me down!" The both of you watched Yeosang and San carry Hongjoong to the water.

"No!" His sunglasses were slipping down his face as he squirmed but the two were the strongest in the group, he wouldn't be able to fight them off.

"Yah! I'm your hyung!" Hongjoong panicked, his voice going an octave higher.

"Bye, hyung!" On the count of 3, the two men flung Hongjoong's body into the water like he weighed nothing, quickly fleeing the scene before Hongjoong could recover. You and Seonghwa sat beside each other, laughing so hard your stomachs hurt.

"I'm hungry." Seonghwa stated.

"You're always hungry." You snorted, making him shove your shoulder. But you did get up with him, going to the umbrella where your things were to find snacks.

"Oh, Yunho says the kitchen is empty so we have to go get food at the nearby supermarket for meals and all that." You informed.

"Sure. Wanna wash off and go now?" Seonghwa asked, emptying the small bag of pretzels into his mouth.

"Okay." You grabbed your things and stood up to rinse off so you wouldn't bring sand into the house and your room. You went back to the house with Seonghwa and separated to shower.

'Going with Hwa to buy groceries for the house. I'll see you later. Love you! - (y/n)'

You sent Yunho a text as you jumped into one of the vans with Seonghwa. He plugged his phone in to play music while you drove.

"This should be it. Let's see what they have and get food for the meals. We can always come back for fresh vegetables instead of buy them to store." You said, parking the van. Seonghwa hummed and you walked to the store together. He pushed the cart while you looked at the produce.

"We should get the staples first." He adviced. You got salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, red pepper paste, bean paste, zucchinis, garlic, onions, a few types of kimchi, peppers and tofu.

"We'll do barbecue for one of the night's right?" You asked. He nodded and you went to the meat counter to order from the butcher.

"Hwa, there's something I need to discuss with you. I've talked to Jongho about this-"

"It's about our contracts almost finishing, right?" He cut you off with a small, knowing smile as he leaned against the cart while you both waited for the butcher.

"Yeah..." You nodded slowly.

"I figured, considering we are celebrating a year since the restaurant opened, it also means our contracts are expiring." He shrugged.

"Right... Do you have a plan or inkling of what your decision is? And when I say your plan, I mean, regardless of what my plan is and what I plan to do." You quickly clarified. Seonghwa threw his head back with laughter at your words.

"You always feel guilty when we say we'll stick with you." Seonghwa chuckled, patting your head.

"Because right now, I don't know what I want to do or what I should do. By now, I would have moved on to another restaurant. But I also didn't think I would be dating the owner." You sighed.

"Whether you stay on or not, it wouldn't change your relationship with Yunho, you know that." He said.

"Yeah, that's what Jongho said. But... I don't know..."

"But you like change, that's why you go to different restaurants after your contracts end." Seonghwa pointed out. You thanked the butcher and put the meat in the cart.

"But Yunho's one of the things that I want to keep constant. I don't want change in that aspect." You shrugged.

"Ah, I don't know. I know Yunho would want me to do what's best for my career but... there's this underlying... I don't even know what it is... guilt?" You groaned in frustration while Seonghwa put soy sauce in the cart. He reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, a soft smile on his face.

"I'll stick with you. No matter where you go. And no, that's not to burden you or to make you think about my 'future' as a chef. I'm supporting you." He leaned down to tell you.

"You're just like Jongho. You all have such amazing skills that will get you places, you shouldn't have to stick with me." You said.

"But we want to stick with you. It's how we've learnt and picked up these skills." Seonghwa shrugged.

"And that's another same thing Jongho said to me." You laughed, grabbing some random snacks, especially a few bags of Yunho's favourite potato chips.

"There they are!" The two of you turned to see Wooyoung standing at the end of the aisle, pointing at the two of you.

"(y/n)!" Yunho had the brightest smile on his face, running over to you excited.

"Y-Yun!" You yelped. It was like a giant golden retriever galloping to a kitten. He nearly knocked you over, his arms wrapped around you as he squeezed you to his chest. Your winces were muffled against him as he lifted you up, laughing all the way.

"Yun! I can't breathe! And we saw each other an hour ago! You're acting like we haven't seen each other in years." You slapped his shoulder to let you go.

"But I still missed you." He whimpered. You laughed, he was always so adorable with his mannerisms.

"Alright, now where were we?" He asked, hooking arms with you and mindlessly marching down the shopping aisle with you.

"I got the most important thing!" Wooyoung rushed over with his own cart, filled with different kinds of alcohol, mainly different flavours of fruit soju.

"Woo! That's way too much alcohol!" Seonghwa scolded.

"It's fine, hyung. We'll probably finish half of this by tonight." Wooyoung waved the older off.

"Half?! No way, I'm not dealing with any of your drunk selves tonight." Your eyes widened at his declaration. Shaking your head, you ignored Wooyoung and continued getting the rest of what you needed. Yunho melted seeing how you've already planned to buy him so many packs of his favourite snacks.

"Bacon, eggs, cheese, milk... Sausages... We need to get bread too." You said, putting multiple packs of bacon into the cart. Yunho ran to get a few loaves of bread for you.

"Are we good?" You asked. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Yunho looked over the cart one last time.

"We're good. Let's head back." Seonghwa pushed all of you towards the cashiers.

"You carry this. We'll carry the rest." Wooyoung cooed and patted your head, giving you the small box with all the chips instead, which practically weighed nothing.

"I can carry more, you know?" You raised an eyebrow.

"We can manage. Don't want you getting injured, sweetheart." Seonghwa said. You gave him a flat look.

"We got it, love. Let's go." Yunho smiled, walking beside you, carrying all the stuff. You went out to the two vans and unloaded all the groceries that you bought, which was a lot since it was food and drinks for 9 people.

"Wanna be my passenger princess?" You asked Yunho. He blinked in surprise at your question, pointing at himself in confusion. You nodded your head.

"Sure. Are you buying me dinner first?" He playfully flirted with you, batting his eyelashes.

"Yeah. Mcdonalds drive thru good?" You scoffed, opening the door for him to get into the passenger seat.

"Usually Mingi is the princess but I don't mind being your princess." He giggled while you get into the driver's seat. You laughed at how silly he was.

"Are the others still at the beach?" You asked.

"Not sure. When I noticed you were gone, I went to look for you and jumped into Wooyoung's van." He shrugged.

"Well, puppies do get separation anxiety." You pointed out, reaching over to pat his thigh. He turned his head to glare at you while you smugly smiled to yourself. Any chance to tease Yunho's likeness to a golden retriever puppy and to see his reaction to it. You parked next to Wooyoung and opened the trunk.

"My brain's already in holiday mood because I am still sleepy." You yawned, carrying the box to the house. Hongjoong opened the door for you all of you.

"Here, let me." Jongho, of course, relieved you of what you were carrying first, even if it was the lightest out of all the bags.

"Go take another nap, love." Yunho said, pressing his body to your side and kissing the top of your head.

"I'm fine, I should help prepare for dinner." You leaned against his chest. Yunho continued to plant kisses on your head and you tried to escape the grip he had on your waist.

"Yunho!" You squealed.

"Ugh alright, we get it. We're single!" Mingi groaned, shaking his head at the two of you. You and Yunho simulatenously stuck your tongues out at him. You patted Yunho on the hip and went to the kitchen to help your crew prepare for dinner.

"We'll do some marinated meat. The rest is plain grill." Seonghwa told you as you washed your hands.

"We can help with the grilling later!" San said from the couch.

"Wait, wait, wait. Before we start on this. I'm declaring that the party starts right now." Wooyoung said, placing 4 shot glasses on the table. He opened a bottle of soju and handed them out.

"Uh oh, this looks like a bad idea." Jongho laughed but still clinked glasses with the rest of you before taking the shot.

"I'll make sure you get to bed later, love." Yunho chuckled, looking on in amusement.

"I hope we at least make it to grilling the actual food and eating it." You shook your head, beginning to pour the ingredients for the bulgogi into a bowl before adding the beef.

"Beef bulgogi done. Are we doing spicy pork belly?" You asked. Seonghwa nodded his head, sliding the gochujang over to you. After making the spicy marinade for the pork belly, you taught Yeosang and Hongjong how to to de-vein the shrimp. Yunho and San were outside on the deck, starting the grill.

"Rice is cooking. Cover and fridge these?" Mingi pointed to the bowls with the marinating meats.

"Yes, please." You smiled, going to wash your hands. After that, you helped prepare the vegetables to be grilled. Wooyoung made the bean paste stew.

"Grill is up and ready for the meats." Yunho came back to your side. This was looking to be a great vacation.

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To Know Your Heart Is a Brave Thing

💜📱…Flowerbyte drabble (but also not a drabble cus I lack self-control) @vhstown @noharaaa anybody let me know if you wanna be tagged for flowerbyte fics or any other fics

“I feel like you being passive aggressive right now, listening to this song while you talking to me.”

🎶If you don’t want me then don’t talk to me…

“Go ahead and free yourself,” Margo sang to Miles, picking up the lyrics.

Miles shook his head with a grin and Margo matched it before lowering the volume of the music playing through her speakers.

She’d been blasting music all day from various different genres, though she did agree that maybe “Free Yourself” by Fantasia was a bad selection for the moment.

Plus that song was old even in Miles’ world, it was pretty much ancient in hers.

She flicked one of her hands in the air, shuffling her playlist and turning the volume back up simultaneously.

The beginning of “Let Me Love You” by Mario started playing and Margo grinned.

It was still an old song but she knew Miles had a soft spot for it.

He smacked his lips and gave her a wry look.

“Don’t try to butter me up now Ms. Kess.”

“Boy, nobody’s buttering you up, I put my playlist on shuffle.”

A cocky grin spread over his face and Margo rolled her eyes, but her stomach still flipped.

“Even your algorithms like me.”

Though she rolled her eyes again, she knew there was truth in his statement.

In the four months they’d been dating, Margo has noticed the way the world around seems to have changed. Both the physical world and the virtual-verse.

She’d started exploring the physicality of the world around her thanks to her many visits to E-1610.

She walked through the same park where she and Miles hung out for the first time.

She had walked it before maybe once or twice, but after visiting Miles it was like the whole place lit up. She felt drawn to the spots she’d recognized from Miles’ world.

It was like there was something pulling her to sit under a certain tree or rest her hands against a certain fence.

And when she did, her heart would fill with an inexplicable sort of warmth that she knew only came from Miles.

She knew she probably looked crazy to the rare onlooker as she stood in the middle of a nearly deserted park, all alone and with a dumb smile on her face. But she still made it a top priority to visit it at least once a week.

It had become her happy place, and before Miles she didn’t even think it was possible for her to find solace in reality.

She’d never expressed these thoughts to him, she didn’t even know how, but she was sure he knew.

Margo wasn’t completely confident in how her connection with technology worked but Miles’ comment about her algorithms wasn’t too far off.

“I’m so tired, this song might just put me to sleep.”

Margo is pulled back into the present by Miles’ voice.

He’s lying down on his stomach with his phone propped up in front of him. His eyes are low and he blinks them rapidly in effort to stay awake.

Margo feels that warmth in her heart spark up at the lazy smile that’s spread across his face.

"Why are you still up if you're so tired?"

He yawns and his eyes drop a little lower as he rests his chin on the pillow in front of him.

"We haven't talked in a while, this is worth staying up for."

A wide grin splits Margo's face and she ducks from the camera to try and tamp it down.

When she reappears it's still just as big and bright, but Miles is looking at her with eyes that are a little less tired and a soft small of his own, so she knows they're sharing the same feeling.

A physical connection being reciprocated across highly advanced technology and between two teens in different worlds.

"You still need to go to sleep," she says.

He hums and looks away for a second.

"Are you uh...busy tomorrow?"

Her grin widens again but she doesn't hide this time.

"Nope. I'm completely free all day, which is very rare so I should really take the opportunity to do something special."

"Well then a very special person might come to see you."

"Very special, huh?"

"Yup."

They both laugh softly and Margo finds herself lost in his boyish grin and soft eyes.

She's pleased that he seems to be equally as fond of the cheesy grin that has yet to leave her face.

"Goodnight, Miles."

"Goodnight Miss Kess."

There's another shared laugh and then the holo-screen in front of her goes black. Her reflection shows a girl charmed-sparkling eyes, a wide smile, and straining cheeks.

These are the only times her reflection truly matches her real feelings.

This was inspired by "Young Love" by Cleo Sol

#y'all the way I was smiling the whole time while writing this🤭🤭🤭#I love these two so much #fromphoetou #miles morales x margo kess #margo kess #1610 miles morales #flowerbyte #cyberflower #cybershock

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Worthless - Part 17

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Content: mention of nightmares, implied past noncon, dehumanization, bit of fluff, former pet whumpee

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Elliot couldn't sleep. He'd tried, of course, but the nightmares plaguing his sleep made it difficult to do so. He hadn't woken up screaming this time, but he still couldn't close his eyes without seeing images of his torment, his assault. Now, he was wide awake, flinching at every little sound. It was miserable. He was exhausted and he just wanted to sleep.

It wasn't long before morning rolled around. The sun shone through the gaps in his blinds, painting stripes of light across his walls. He could hear his teammates milling about, talking, preparing breakfast. As much as he wanted to join them, he just didn't have the energy. His eyes continued to slip shut, despite his efforts to stop them. His head lulled forward and he struggled to keep it up. Sleep was the only thing on his mind.

Elliot jerked when the door opened, startled by the sudden intrusion. He looked up at his smiling visitor with heavy-lidded eyes.

Lyra smiled. "Morning, sunshine. Everything okay?"

Elliot could hardly hear them, but he forced a nod anyway.

Lyra tilted their head to the left. "You sure? You look exhausted. Did you sleep well last night?"

His head lulled forward again and Lyra rushed to his side before he could topple to the floor. "Elliot!" Lyra put their hands on both of his shoulders and held him at arm's length. "Sunshine, why are you so tired? Did you get any sleep at all last night?"

Elliot forced a slow shake of his head. "T-Tired."

"You look tired. What happened? Why didn't you sleep?"

"N-Nightmare."

Lyra's expression softened. "Oh." They brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry, sunshine. I thought those were getting better."

Elliot fought to stay awake. "Th-They are, b-but s-sometimes they..." His eyelids threatened to slip shut but he snapped them back open. "They-They get b-bad again."

Lyra nodded in understanding. "So, was last night a bad one?"

Elliot nodded. "Mhm."

"Well, why don't you try to get some sleep now, then? I'll watch over you and I'll wake you up the second you start having a nightmare."

Elliot shook his head. "Don't w-wanna sleep. T-Too scared."

Lyra sighed. "Elliot, you're exhausted. You need sleep." Elliot shook his head again. Lyra pursed their lips and thought for a moment. If he was too afraid of his nightmare to sleep, perhaps distracting him will help him relax enough to try. "Why don't I give you some kind of distraction, then?" Elliot looked up at that and tilted his head to the side. "There's actually something I've been meaning to give you since I got back. I've just been waiting for the right time. Want me to go get it?"

Elliot considered their offer. A distraction would get his mind off of his haunting nightmare. Usually, the prospect of a gift would make him anxious, but he trusted Lyra enough that he was sure they'd gotten him something he'd really like.

He nodded and Lyra beamed. "Awesome! I'll just go get it, then!" With that, they were gone, leaving Elliot's creaking door wide open. Elliot stared out into the hallway and thought about what Lyra's gift could be. It was an odd feeling, trusting someone again, but it wasn't a bad feeling. It was just different.

When Lyra returned, they were holding a large, wrapped box with a bow of ribbon on the top. "I got this for you while I was away. I had the person at the store wrap it after I bought it, and everything." Lyra gently pushed it closer to Elliot. "I've been waiting to give it to you until I thought you needed a pick-me-up. Sure, there have been a few opportunities, but they didn't feel right. Anyway, go on, open it."

Elliot was skeptical, but it wasn't in his nature to turn down an order. He slowly began to rip the paper off and untie the bow, glancing at Lyra every once in a while to confirm he wasn't making a mistake. Once the wrapping paper was completely gone, all that sat in its place was a burgundy briefcase.

Confused, Elliot looked up at Lyra and tilted his head like a dog.

Lyra was beaming. "Open it," they urged.

Still cautious, Elliot did as he was told. The clasps pinched his fingers and he winced and opened the case. Inside were loads of art supplies, from colored pencils to charcoal to markers to paint and brushes. There was even a little drawing book in the middle of all of it.

Elliot repressed the urge to gasp as he took in everything.

"It's an art kit!" Lyra shouted, startling Elliot and making him jump. "Sorry. Anyway, I saw this in a store window while I was away and thought it might be something you'd enjoy. I know you haven't drawn in a while, but I was thinking that maybe this would help you get back into it." Elliot continued to marvel at all of his new supplies, completely silent. Lyra's smile faltered. "Um, I was also thinking that, if you were afraid to start, maybe we could draw something together. It could be just the two of us, or the whole team. It's up to you."

Elliot ran his fingers over a few of the supplies. He had forgotten what it felt like to draw and create. Words had always been hard for him, that's why drawing had always been so important to him. It was a way for him to communicate without words. He wondered if he'd even remember how to hold a pencil.

Lyra's smile faded. "You don't like it, do you." Elliot finally looked up at them, eyes wide as though he'd forgotten they were in the room. "It's okay, you don't have to use it if you don't like it."

"N-No!" Elliot exclaimed. Lyra started, shocked at the force behind the word. "I-I love it." Tears started to fill his eyes. "Th-Thank you, Lyra."

Lyra's smile slowly started to return. "Really? I'm so glad!"

Elliot nodded, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It's-It's j-just been so l-long since s-someone gave me such a n-nice gift. Th-Thank you."

Lyra reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ears. "Of course, sunshine. I would do anything for you, just to see you smile."

Elliot wanted to. He wanted to smile like he used to, like he knew his friends wanted him to, but he just couldn't. He just wasn't there yet, and it made him feel so incredibly guilty. He just hoped they didn't hate him for it.

Lyra jumped and gasped when her phone vibrated in her pocket. The sharp sound startled Elliot, but he relaxed when she pulled out her phone. "Sorry, sunshine. I didn't mean to startle..." She trailed off and her smile disappeared in an instant.

Anxiety began to churn in the pit of Elliot's stomach. His mind was racing with every possibility of what he could've done wrong, but he couldn't come up with anything. He thought he'd been good. "L-Lyra?"

Lyra looked up abruptly and forced the smile back onto their face. "Sorry, I just, um..." They glanced at their phone again. "I need to take care of something." They stood up and began to walk backwards in the direction of the door, never taking their eyes off of Elliot. "Feel free to...start drawing if you want."

Elliot glanced between his new art kit and his best friend. "Is-Is everything okay?

Lyra nodded as they reached for the doorknob. "Everything's fine. Nothing you need to worry about. I'll be back soon, I promise." With that, they shut the door behind them, leaving Elliot confused and anxiously staring at the door.

. . .

Lyra felt sick. Everything had been going so well! Elliot nearly smiled! He was happy! Then, in an instant, it was all ruined.

The second they left Elliot's room, they opened their phone again. They wished they had imagined what they'd seen, but they hadn't. On their phone were dozens upon dozens of pictures and videos, sent from an unknown number. Each one displayed Elliot in a humiliating or painful position. There wasn't a single one of them were he was fully clothed. The most he wore was a stained, torn shirt and a pair of dirty boxers, and then there were some where he wasn't wearing anything.

He looked like a skeleton. His ribs were pushing out from behind his pale skin. There were tears in his eyes and sometimes a gag or a muzzle around his mouth. In some of them, he wore a tight leather collar, while in others, he wore a shock collar. There was even a video of him crawling across the floor like a dog, being dragged around by a leash. There was another where Christian's off-screen voice was shouting dog commands at him and laughing.

There was no light or hope in his eyes in any of the pictures. He looked completely defeated and broken, like he didn't believe anyone cared about him.

The further Lyra scrolled, the more disturbing the images got. There were a few in which Elliot was completely naked and in such vulnerable and violating positions. There were some in which he was covered in dirt and blood and other bodily fluids that weren't his own. Lyra gagged. They'd known what had happened to him, but they could never have imagined what it looked like.

Beneath all of the photos and videos, there was a single text message that read:

It's been two years since I was kicked from the team. Just wanted to show you all what came of that decision ;) - CW

P. S. Send my regards to my little pet. I can't wait to see it again.

Lyra thought they were going to vomit. They read the message over and over again, desperate to understand why and how Christian had sent it.

"Lyra!" Karine's frantic voice shouted from the living room.

Lyra snapped out of their trance and followed the voice. Karine, Yvonne, Broderick, and Landon were all sitting there with horrified expressions on their faces. Their phones were open on their laps and Lyra could only assume that they had received the same message. Landon was scrolling through the photos on Broderick's phone while Yvonne was wrapped in the medic's arms. Karine looked absolutely furious.

Lyra's heart was pounding. "Did you get it too?"

Karine looked up at her and nodded. "You were with Elliot when we all received it. He didn't see anything, did he?"

Lyra shook their head. "I don't think so. He was distracted."

Karine sighed in relief and plopped back onto the couch. "Thank god."

Landon looked about ready to hurl Broderick's phone across the room. "That monster!"

Lyra shushed him. "Keep your voice down. Elliot is going to hear you."

Landon shook his head. "How could someone do this? Elliot is the most gentle person on the planet! How could someone treat him like this?" His knuckles were bone-white where he gripped the phone.

Broderick had tears in his eyes. "What are we gonna do, Karine?"

Karine was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure. This isn't a clear threat, so there's not much we can do."

"Not a clear threat?" Landon exclaimed. "I think it's pretty clear that he intends to come back for Elliot."

Lyra shushed him even harder this time. "Elliot can't know about this, Landon. Stop shouting."

Landon threw his hands into the air in irritation. "What else am I supposed to do? Have you looked at these pictures, Lyra?"

"Yes," Lyra answered instantly. "I looked at every single one and they made me sick. Hell, I still feel like vomiting, but letting Elliot know about this is only going to make things worse. He's been doing so well lately, and I don't want to see him regress, do you?"

Landon didn't answer. He handed Broderick his phone back and angrily folded his arms over his chest. "I should've killed that monster when I had the chance."

"Me too, Landon, but we can't change what he didn't do," Karine said. "If I had shot Christian when I first found out what he was doing to Elliot, none of this would've happened, but I didn't. So, I could blame myself for this, or I could help Elliot heal from the trauma he went through. Either way, it won't change what happened."

Yvonne wiped away her tears. "So, what should we do, Karine?"

Karine took a moment to consider their options. The rest of the team waited with bated breath to hear her answer. Eventually, she said, "I think we should tell Elliot."

Lyra's eyes widened. "Are you nuts? We're not telling him about this!"

"He has a right to know, Lyra."

"He's already mortified by what happened to him, Karine!" Lyra shouted. "How do you think he'll react when we tell him that we've seen evidence of what he went through?" No one had an answer.

Karine's shoulders heaved. "So, what do you think we should do, then, Lyra? Ignore this?"

"I don't know!" Lyra shouted. "I just..." They ran a hand down the side of their face. "I can't bear to see him get any worse, and I don't see anything good coming out of telling him."

"So, what's your plan, then?" Landon asked.

Lyra thought for a beat. "All of you, just delete the messages and block the number. I'll take care of this." Without allowing their teammates even a second to respond, Lyra turned and stormed in the direction of their room.

"Lyra!" Karine shouted after them, but they were already gone.

Lyra locked the door behind them, pulled out their phone, and pressed it to their ear. The incessant ringing only fueled Lyra's growing anxiety, but that quickly faded when a deep voice on the other end of the call said, "Hey, Lyra. What's up?"

Lyra didn't have time for pleasantries. "Hey, Gary. You told me to call if Christian ever tried to contact any of us? Well, there's something you should see."

. . .

Elliot almost didn't want to touch any of his new art supplies. They were all so perfect and pristine, the numerous colors arranged in a gorgeous rainbow, the blending pencils untouched by charcoal or graphite. The paint brushes were still soft and clean, and the erasers were still perfectly shaped.

He spent an unnecessarily long time admiring his new supplies, his mind overwhelmed with the possibilities of what he could create. He hadn't thought about drawing in over a year, but the prospect filled him with a sense of warmth he was no longer familiar with.

After a while of mindlessly admiring his supplies, Elliot eventually decided to start with a simple sketch. He chose a beautifully sharpened pencil and turned to the first clean page in the drawing book. He was elated just holding the pencil. Staring at the blank page, a million possibilities ran through his head. It gave him a headache, but he hardly noticed. For once, he didn't want to overthink things. So, he put the tip of the pencil to the clean, white paper and started to draw.

It was exhilarating. His hand moved across the paper, seemingly with a mind of its own. Who knew such a simple thing could cause so much joy? It wasn't the kind of joy he got from pleasing his superiors either. It was different, stronger. It made him feel almost...human. In fact, it was the first time in months that he truly felt like Elliot again.

Sorry this chapter took so long! I've been really busy and haven't found much time to write. I don't love this chapter, but the next one is one that I'm very excited about😈

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Plus One

This has been sitting in my drafts 99% done for like, four months now, so I figured I'd finish it up and send it out since I haven't posted any writing in a hot minute.

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"Cupcake, I really don't think this is a good idea."

"I'm sorry, Vi, but it's been three months. I can't hold her off any longer."

So this was Vi's punishment for falling in love. After seven years wasted in prison and everything that had gone wrong with her sister, she'd finally found a reason to smile again; the woman of her dreams, standing directly behind her as she looked at herself, hardly recognizable, in the mirror. This woman right here was the light of Vi's life, and things were damn near perfect.

If only a formal introduction to Piltovan high society wasn't part of the package deal.

"Do I seriously have to wear this?" Vi adjusted the collar of her impossibly expensive suit, still grimacing at her neat, slicked-back hair which she feared might never be completely gel-free again.

"I offered you a dress," Caitlyn replied, dressed just as formally as Vi but pulling off her sleek navy gown and high heels significantly better. Her hair, pulled into a neat twisted bun, was immaculate without any product, which was just not fair, honestly.

"Then you would've made me wear heels," Vi grumbled. She swore the collar was making a conscious effort to choke her. "Cait, I don't wanna go to this thing."

"I know, love." To her credit, Caitlyn was incredibly sympathetic, and she had valiantly held off her vulture of a mother from trying to present Vi at one of these events for an impressively long time. Unfortunately, though, sympathy didn't get Vi out of this suit or her "responsibility as Caitlyn's partner", as Cassandra had put it.

What a piece of work.

If not for her insistence, Caitlyn and Tobias would have been fine with Vi continuing to sit out of all the events the Kirammans hosted and attended, but alas, neither of them seemed to know how to tell their matriarch no.

She tried to remind herself this wasn't for Cassandra. It was for Caitlyn, so her mother would get off her back about it and stop starting arguments. It was so the two of them wouldn't have to endure any more awkward dinners or pointed questions about why Vi was "hiding" from all those stuck-up elites. As if she needed a reason.

"Can we say I'm sick?" Vi asked, reminding herself of a much younger Powder trying to weasel her way out of chores. God, she missed that kid.

"She'll just make you go to the next one," Caitlyn replied, refocusing Vi before she could think too hard about the sister she'd lost. "It's best to just get it out of the way now. The first one's always the hardest."

First. Implying there would be more to follow. Great.

"Do we have to stay the whole time? What if I get in there, say hi to everyone I'm supposed to be nice to, and we just go?"

"The whole thing won't even be two hours," Caitlyn said, and when Vi turned to face her, she was completely serious. "It's just a cocktail party."

"We're getting this dressed up for less than two hours?" Thought it sounded a bit silly to put this much effort into their appearances for just a short event, Vi was infinitely relieved that she'd be out of this damn suit sooner than she'd thought.

"These things are intentionally short," Caitlyn said, reaching out to fix Vi's tie. "Long enough to catch up with people, but short enough to avoid anyone getting too tired or bored. It won't be that bad, really. It's just drinks, appetizers, and small talk."

"Drinks and appetizers don't sound that bad," Vi replied. "It's the small talk I'm worried about. The hell am I supposed to talk about with these people?"

"You won't have to say much," Caitlyn promised, gently caressing the side of Vi's the way they both loved. "Just stay with me and follow my lead. It'll be over soon enough."

Vi took a deep breath and nodded, looking herself over in the mirror one last time. She didn't particularly care whether her tie was just so or her hair was perfectly neat, but Cassandra would have a fit if she looked anything less than the very high Kiramman standard of presentable.

"Ready, love?" Caitlyn reached for Vi's hand, looking at her expectantly. Vi sighed and resigned herself to her fate.

"As I'll ever be."

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As it turned out, Vi shouldn't have been as worried as she'd been back home. No, she should have been far, far more worried.

Despite the Kirammans' insistence that this was a relatively small affair, there were at least fifty people present when they entered the ballroom where some friend of the family Vi had never met liked to host their guests, and they were all staring at her.

Some were better at than others, stealing glances when they thought she was looking far enough in another direction that she wouldn't notice, but some were absolutely shameless in their stares. But worst of all were the whispers. Caitlyn had warned her to expect some type of reaction to their relationship, but it seemed her place of origin was the hot topic of the evening.

She didn't know why she was mad. She' been expecting this. She knew how these people were, and her hot pink hair and face tattoo clearly marked her as other in this room of neat Topsiders, but she'd thought she wouldn't care. That she was above their bullshit opinions and nothing they said would matter to her because she'd heard it all before.

But this wasn't like the other times. Before, she'd had some sense of pride in herself, knowing she was a daughter of the fissures and the Pilties were on her turf. Now she was on their turf, dressed up as one of them, making an effort to appear as something she wasn't because she loved Caitlyn so goddamn much, and they looked at her much differently than she was used to. Enforcers had looked down on her before, but as the dirty street kid who was probably going to punch them in the face, and that was something she could live with. These people looked at her like some exotic pet the Kirammans had brought to the party. And, in a way, she was.

They all knew it. Their whispers told her. All they saw her as was the Kiramman girl's dressed up stray. A street thug that may or may not be domesticated, depending on who you asked. An adventurous fling that never should have been made public. A phase that Caitlyn would hopefully grow out of.

That last one was what really got to her. The idea that Caitlyn didn't really love her, that this was nothing more than a rich girl looking for a thrill, that their relationship wasn't real. Maybe she could have gritted her teeth through the rest of it, but she wasn't going to stand here and listen to these people who didn't know anything make assumptions and throw around theories about the last good thing in her life. She had to leave, or jaws were going to break.

All in all, she lasted twenty minutes.

After that, she was pushing her way out past stupid Pilties who were extremely offended that she'd nudged them aside or forgotten to say "excuse me" or whatever the hell mattered to these people. Caitlyn was quick to follow, softly calling her name and apologizing absently to all of the people she'd shouldered out of her way.

Things were better out on the patio. Quieter. Two people minding their own business on the opposite side, paying absolutely no attention to Vi finding a spot to lean against a railing or Caitlyn chasing her outside.

"Vi-" Caitlyn began, but Vi didn't let her get far.

"I'm not going back in there," she snapped, cringing internally at the vaguely hurt expression on Caitlyn's face. She shouldn't snap at her. It wasn't her fault. "Look, Cupcake, I'm sorry, but this whole thing was a mistake. I know this is important to you, but I don't want to be stared at and talked about like some exotic thing."

"I know," Caitlyn replied softly. She slowly walked toward Vi until they were side by side, in similar positions with their folded arms bracing them against the railing. "I'm sorry I made you come here. I should have known this would happen."

"You didn't make me," Vi reminded her. "Your mom did."

"I'm a grown woman. I should be able to tell my mother no."

"Guess that makes two of us."

"No, this one isn't on you," Caitlyn said. "You were trying to accommodate us. You had no idea what to expect, but I've been plenty of these things. It was my responsibility to recognize how this would be for you and not put you in this situation."

"Cait-"

"Don't tell me it's not my fault. You said no and I didn't listen." Caitlyn ran a hand through her hair with a heavy sigh. "We don't have to go back in. And I won't make you go to any more events. If my mother has any complaints, she can kindly shove them... well, you get the idea."

Vi snorted in a way the Pilties back inside would probably describe as undignified.

"You know..." she said, a hint of mischief in her tone. "I think hearing you tell your mom to shove her complaints up her ass would be the perfect way to make this up to me."

"Oh, quiet, you." Caitlyn gave her a light, playful shove. "I have a better way to make it up to you, anyway." She made a show of her eyes traveling up and down Vi's body, completely shamelessly. "If you're open to it, that is?"

"When am I not?" Vi looped an arm around Caitlyn's waist and pulled her in a little closer. "Maybe we should get out of here before I tear that dress off you."

"Lower your voice!" Caitlyn hissed, but she was laughing all the same.

"Yes, ma'am," Vi replied flirtatiously.

"Save that for later," Caitlyn said in a warning voice. "Come on. Before my mother tries to drag us back inside."

"Like she could," Vi scoffed, but she took Caitlyn's outstretched hand regardless and followed her to and down the little set of stairs connecting the patio to an unnecessarily large garden.

It didn't look like guests were supposed to be out here, but Caitlyn walked confidently enough that neither the guests on the patio nor the random gardener working on a flowerbed batted an eye at them as they circled around the impressive property to the giant front entrance where they'd been greeted.

There were a few people lingering here, but Caitlyn paid them no mind, so neither did Vi. It felt a little weird, like someone was going to call out and stop them any moment. The feeling reminded Vi of sneaking around Vander as a kid, either to go out way too late at night or sneak a sip of something from The Last Drop. What she wouldn't give to hear that old voice scolding her.

Now, if anyone thought to stop her, it would be nothing but high-pitched Piltie voices, but fortunately, no one cared enough. Vi and Caitlyn were free to walk home in peace.

"Think anyone'll notice we left?" Vi asked once they were more or less clear of the property.

"Oh, my mother will have a fit," Caitlyn replied with a tiny, adorable roll of her eyes. "We might not be hearing the end of this for a while."

"What else is new?" Vi said lightly. "How long do you think we have?"

"By the time we get home, I'd say we'll have a good hour and half of peace."

"Who said anything about peace?" Vi's hand slipped out of Caitlyn's and gently trailed down her thigh. "I thought you were making this up to me."

Caitlyn swatted her hand away, but she couldn't hide her little smile or the pink tint in her cheeks.

"Of course. How could I forget?" she replied.

"Y'know..." Vi continued mischievously, "I don't think an hour and a half sounds quite long enough. Why don't we pick up the pace? I'll race you."

"Vi, I'm in heels!" Caitlyn exclaimed as Vi grabbed her arm again and tugged her along.

"You can run in heels."

"Not these ones!"

"Guess we know who's winning, then." Vi made a big show of speeding up, but she didn't really take off the way she'd grown up doing. If she'd really wanted to, she could've left Caitlyn in the dust, even in this restrictive outfit, but this was all for fun.

Besides, she would never dream of missing out on the way Caitlyn tried to hurry along in those horrendous stilts she called shoes. Absolutely adorable.

"C'mon," she called, with absolutely no regard for the fact that they were jogging down a public street. "First one to bed gets to top."

And suddenly Caitlyn could run on stilts.

It seemed Vi's night was about to get a whole lot better.

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#arcane league of legends #arcane #piltover's finest #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #arcane vi #my writing

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cannedbeefaroni · 9 months

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Sorry for the torture of an ask but could you write something about reader getting rejected by burt? Like some maybe they're close friends n neighbours and one day reader is just drunk and accidentally confesses BSDHVSB im so sorry

(Imma just write a drabble about this because if I put too much effort into it I’ll explode like squidward falling off a cliff on a bike 💀)

You’d be at his place one night, having dinner and a few drinks. Well, he’s the one having a few drinks, you end up taking the bottle for yourself and drinking straight from it. It was Friday night, and you both had excruciatingly long weeks. Work was hell, you’ve had issues with your family, and the person you’ve been dating for a few weeks decided to dump you on a whim.

Burt felt for you, he really did. He hated seeing you so upset, and he wanted to help you feel better. He enjoyed having dinner with you, so it wasn’t anything new for you two to hang out like this. Both you and him were overworked and lonely, and it was nice to have each other.

It was difficult trying to act like nothing was bothering you that night, but the drunker you got, the easier it was to forget. You grew tired and loopy, but giggly all at the same time. As Burt spoke to you about his day, you dozed off, not registering a work he said. You just stared at him as you held your face in you hand, slumped over the table. Your face, ears, throat, and chest were all burning at once. Your head was sliding down your arm as you failed to stay awake, causing it to slam into the table, waking you back up.

"Are you okay?" Burt asks, horrified as his hands jolt forward, ready to help you up. Clumsily, you sit up, laughing at yourself incoherently. "Maybe you should head back to your place and get some sleep?"

"Mmh, you're kicking me out?" you whine, pinching your eyebrows together in annoyance.

"No, I just think you're due for some sleep. You're exhausted."

"Lemme stay here, please?"

"Why? You're right next door. I'll walk you if you want," he walks around the table, offering his hand to help you up from your seat. Instead, you throw yourself at him, hugging him tight, sitll in your seat with your face pressed against his stomach.

"Burt, please don't make me leave," you cry, gripping his back. Gently, he hugs you back, caressing your head as he sighs. You stand so you can rest your head on his shoulder, and his arms rest around your upper back. A massive lump in your throat forms, and your heart beats rapidly.

"Please don't leave me, I love you," you sob, and you feel his arms start to shake.

"Please, no. Not like this," his voice trembles, making you cry harder.

"Why can't you like me back?" you grip his shirt tightly, keeping your face buried against his shoulder, not looking at him.

"You're not in your right mind right now, and you know I'm still not over her. I just can't be with you, or anyone for that matter," he states sternly, trying to set the record straight without hurting you any further, and failing.

"It's not fair," you weep, sniffling hard.

"I know. I'm sorry," he pets your head, letting you cry as much as you need.

"Don't make me go, I don't wanna be alone," you choke on your sobs, then hiccup in your drunkenness.

"You can sleep on the couch if you need," he sighs, and you nod, head still pressed against him.

He takes you by both hands, slowly leading you to the sofa so you won't fall over. Once you reach it's edge, you flop over onto it, and Burt sits next to you. Shuffling, you move yourself up to lay your head on his lap, and he lets you, resting his hand on your head. You want to thank him, but you just can't find the words. You lay in silence, feeling his hand caressing your head. It's difficult to think of anything besides how nice his body heat feels against you, and how you want to stay like this forever.

"I'm so stupid," you mumble, sleepily.

"You're not. You're amazing," he whispers, and it's the last thing you remember before dozing off.

#cries for 100 years #burt fabelman x reader #burt fabelman #danonation #danocel

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mojavepumpkin · 3 months

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1/5/24

First day without tiktok, I HAVE SO MUCH TIME TO DO STUFF!!!!! I got home today at 2:10 and it has felt so long between now and then. I think my next step will be deleting instagram off my phone, and placing a limit on how much time I can spend on reddit on my computer, because I did notice that I have been using my computer as a way to like subvert the time limits on my phone. AAAAnyway, started a book. well, restarted a book. (im not going to use capitalization anymore, too much effort.) A Farewell To Arms - don't know if i like it yet, but i like all of Hemingway's other stuff. got distracted when reading, ate a chicken breast.

today was interesting, it was really cold all day, which sucked. i work tomorrow, only day this week. i'm considering investing in a journal to keep with me just to jot stuff down with, but my handwriting is so bad and i'm such a fast typer i think it might just be better to write things here. im, not sure - open to input. also thinking of bringing around a secondary bag to school for all my stuff (book, wallet, keys, airpods, snack, sunglasses, chapstick) that doesnt fit in my bookbag. but do i wanna be the bag kid? the more i try to get off the internet the more i'm interested in carrying a ton of stuff around with me like a pack mule. maybe it adds to the intrigue?

i don't have a lot to write today. i had a good sandwich last night (turkey, pepperjack, lettuce, mayo, and mustard) and i might make it again tonight. i need to put diet cokes in the fridge - i am a fiend. i drink at least 2 a day. when i don't have work it's hard to figure out what time to go to bed because i basically don't get tired. maybe i need to switch to caffeine free diet coke?

even when i dont have anything in particular to write i still enjoy writing, i think it like. straightens all my thoughts out. im dreading public speaking tomorrow - and biology. for different reasons.

i wish i lived in a house with more conversation - i wish i knew how to have conversations with people who arent good or arent interested in conversation - i wish reaching out was easier. all things im thinking as im holed up in my room while there are two perfectly good people in my house i could be talking to - if they could get off their phones.

i need to take a shower; im a little hungry - i dont want tomorrow to come.

#blog #post #196

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mav-the-artist · 4 months

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Hey guys.

Slight vent i guess. It's nothing drastically serious, but putting up a warning anyways. It's me complaining abt work and my ability to interact online.

under a cut, as it's a bit lengthy.

As the year comes to a close, I think about my milestones. Yeah, I've made a few friends since making a twitter finally. i've made a lot of improvement on my art. i've also figured out my gender. my life in general has been really good, since leaving a bad situation a year and a half ago. for the most part i'm happy where i'm at now.

except one thing.

work.

it's getting to me, working 40+ hours a week and hardly having any time at home to myself, let alone interact with my mutuals and friends. i feel bad. there's a lot of people i want to interact with and get to know more, but i have to sacrifice so much of my time off work to take care of irl stuff, family, etc.

and i have so many ideas for art, SO MANY. ideas of ocs i wanna draw from my mutuals/followers/people i follow, my fursona that i've been wanting to design FOR MONTHS, and so much more. my notes app on my phone deadass is FULL of ideas i get. but by the time i get home, all my motivation almost always is drained. i feel like a hollow void. and when i do draw, i never have enough time or energy to put more effort, more details or fully render. i've noticed my art has looked half-assed lately due to this.

after work, if my friends are in a group call, i end up just hanging out in the call not doing a goddamn thing otherwise. i enjoy hanging out with friends greatly, don't get me wrong, it's just i don't have motivation most of the time to draw while chatting in vc. hell, i don't even play video games half the time cuz i'm too tired to even do that. and there's so many games i bought this year that i only played once/never played yet because i'm too busy working/drained after work.

to my friends, mutuals, and followers who want to interact with me: i'm sorry i cant talk more or talk to you at all. i want SO BADLY to interact in fandom spaces more and make more friends, but work and fatigue is beating my ass relentlessly. however, even if we've talked a few times/rarely talk, i don't get friendship decay. we're still friends even if we don't talk in a while! and know i appreciate all my mutuals/followers greatly and will do my best to interact more.

i may be able to talk to my boss about going down to part time, as my mom and i did some number crunching and we could make it work. this would fix my problems massively, as i could finally achieve a work/life balance that i can actually function in.

in the end, i want this year coming up to be better than this one. yes, i've done a lot this year. but the next big thing is trying to talk to more than just like. 3 people online. and make more art, and improving my mental health.

don't expect this to be a reoccurring thing with me venting, as most of the time i'm a happy person. but i had to get this out. you can see why, lol

#Mav talks #(A lot)#Mutuals please read #might delete later if i remember

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ina-nis · 5 months

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This came from me wanting to make sense of the fact that I seem to be coming across "casual" "connections" constantly, where I'm putting a lot of work (I give what I would like to receive) and actually prioritizing it (because relationships are important to my wellbeing), and it's driving me insane.

What leaves a even bitter aftertaste is that fact that I seem to be the one that has to fold if I want to keep connected.

For example, friendship decay is a common issue for people who have ADHD, because object permanence is a symptom. Reading about their stories, many do not experience decay themselves but their relationships suffer tremendously because the maintenance is one-sided. They need to rely on the other person being able to either accommodate them or they need to have a connection with someone who doesn't experience decay either.

For example, people with all kinds of chronic illnesses, experiencing relationship decay because they cannot, physically or emotionally, handle so much maintenance for so many different things, people and places. So they also need to rely on being accommodated and maybe find like-minded people.

For example, people with whatever mental disorders that cause them to have difficulties in maintaining their relationships, thus leading to decay, and, once more, these are also people that might need to rely on accommodating peers and/or find others like them.

I could give examples all day long, really.

From these 3, I deal with 2 of them (I don't have ADHD) and I do try to go out of my way to be accommodating of other people's struggles while dealing with my own (and the hardships these struggles impose, in regards to relationships in general).

But that gets exhausting really fast...

I'm aware of my many limitations and I try to be very clear about them, always. I don't take my connections for granted and I try to put an effort to keep them alive (even if it's something as simple as sending a meme to friend, because it reminded me of them), and it's as depressing as it's infuriating when I'm just....... wasting energy really.

The reciprocity isn't there.

I used to have lots of expectations but now I just kind of hope they will at least reply and not take 3 months or something. Am I being a bother? Okay, I'll leave you alone. I'm trying here, and I don't really see you trying. At. All. But what do I know, right? You're busy, maybe tired too, maybe life's been really stressful, maybe you could even be dealing with illnesses, it could be a million different things and even a mix of these things...

... I still don't feel like I have a place in your life when it seems like I'm the only one trying.

It frustrates me so much, it brings me to tears when I start mirroring their efforts - by responding and interacting just as much as they do, for example - and the connections die. Understandably so, they were not doing much to start with. Or maybe they did at some point but the brunt of doing the maintenance ended up falling on my back, and that's heavy. It really is.

I have always seen that phrase that says something about "don't wait for them, if you want to see or talk to them, just do it" or "they don't have to text you back, if you wanna talk to them, you can just talk" or anything along these lines because it completely overlooks reciprocity.

Sometimes, you're the only one who wants to talk to them. Sometimes they do not have the emotional or physical capacity to match your energy or even to maintain the connection. You can do your best to be accommodating and understanding but that will become a problem sooner or later, because relationships require maintenance from both parts.

This feels tenfold now that I'm actively putting on the work and trying to improve myself and my relationships with other people. I'm much less tolerant of unequal connections and one-sided things, and I can identify these very early on, with how people show up to me.

The problem isn't that I'm asking for too much or doing too much, I'm only asking for what I can give, and I do as much as I can; the problem isn't that I have too high of expectations, again, I'm not doing anything I can't do myself so it's only fair to expect it, isn't it? The problem isn't that I'm wishing for something impossible either, because there are deep, fulfilling relationship between people that are long-lasting and healthy, this is not something out of a fiction book (I know because I am one of those people working towards exactly that).

I feel like saying the problem is other people is almost like a scapegoat for my own responsibilities and my own part on these issues - after all, the "common denominator" in my relationship problems is myself...

...just that now, the way I see this, is more like: yes, indeed I am the common denominator in those struggles and that has a lot to do with me being unwilling to accept subpar treatment, me being unwilling to lower my standards, me being unwilling to keep a bunch of crappy connections in my life that will drain my energy and waste my time, and so on...

Oh, but doesn't that sounds like I'm looking down on people, talking with such massive ego and a sense of superiority?

Maybe! I don't really care either way!

In the end of the day, I try and show up how I want others to show up with me. They don't. I go and mirror their "efforts," it kills the relationship. Big deal, right?

I don't think I'm better than anyone when I state that I deserve better relationships and fulfilling connections. I don't think me trying to put out in the world what I want to receive for my own sake and because I care about someone, is coming from a place of feeling morally superior.

I don't want to be in unequal relationships, I want to be in reciprocal relationships, that are mutually good for me and for the other person. It wouldn't make any sense for me to be looking down on others or feeling like I'm so much better than them.

This is why I walk away and don't waste mine or anyone's time. I'm not here to judge anyway, I have no right to do that. I'm not without flaws, obviously, and so is everyone.

Hopefully, this gives me enough space (and energy, and time) to dedicate to possible better relationships, with people who will be better fits for me and for my needs. This is not a wrong or bad desire to have in my eyes.

#loneliness #romantic love #inanis post

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years

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My Darling Dolls AU: Sewing Dolls?

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If you love Doll so much and good in sewing how come you never sew one?' Rinne ask you when you two are having a coffee together. Others are still not awake at that time. You thought about his question. "Well I did make some dolls before.... " You began your story

Story setting: Before meeting Tatsumi.

Sometime ago, when your working in a clothing store beside going to school. You have manage to gather enough material to make felt dolls.

Those are discarded fabric from the store that the owner let you have since those are but scrap from finish product. So that certain day your happily made one in your free time at work.

Mayoi who's hidden in your bag don't see what your doing and only manage to do so when your back to your place. "Mayoi~~ Look at what I made earlier~~" you show your finish product to the mayoi after taking him out of the bag.

"Am I being replace...? I'm sorry that I can't be portable or mini!" He react really badly about the felt dolls you made. His Limping in your arms and have no motion of being happy or whatsoever. He seems to be mumbling sorry over and over again.

"What. I'm not doing that ???" Your confuse but mayoi is still apologizing about being too large and to only be put in the bag.

(HC: darling dolls are 20-35CM, depend on you.)

"I was just trying to make a felt doll of you to make a keychain..."you now felt down because you thought he would like it. Now you felt like crying if he keep being down about the felt doll you made. You put the dolls away as you hug mayoi dearly and whispering your not going to replace him and kissing his whole face. "Mayoi Is one of the kind. I'm not replacing you!" You reassure him for the nth time.

"y-your not going to replace me?" Mayoi who finally calm down and stop saying sorry, looking up to you. "No." You laugh. "I'm glad then...#$&#&" he says something you can't understand but he seems to laugh with you so, his probably happy.

Through you don't know what to do with the pattern you already cut earlier and hidden in a box.

Those are enough for dozen of mini felt dolls you plan to make. You don't tell him that because you probably will cry if he start being down and apologizing mess again.

Since your do tired from work, you sleep earlier that day. The next day come around, you notice the box and the felt doll you made is gone.

They all went poof! Your worried about it but mayoi happily cling to you that day. so you quickly forget about the odd scene since it's rare he is clingy!

-> present time

"so they all just went poof lol. Like I plan to make one to sell but they disappear the next day or when I look away from the materials." You laugh as you ended your story. "...wow."Rinne is bewailed by your story before he start laugh with you. "I think I know what happened to those materials. gyahaha." He added. "really? Do tell! Since I wanna finish those felt dolls to show for everyone~"

"MCMC your so oblivious like my little brother but that's the worse thing you can do." He pat your head and ruined your perfectly made bed hair. 😡 (Jk)

"???" You being so confuse by rinne words made you think you caught Airhead virus from Hiiro. Maybe your banging out with him too much. "Rinne you better tell me what you mean or else I'll smack you." You wanted to know since your curious what he meant. "Lucky you since I feel entertained by your story, I'll tell you a little secret." He then whisper his next words:

"we (DD) dislike the thought of our 'owner' 'creating' a 'doll'... Because if you (owner) made one by hand, it mean you give effort, love and care to create one. And it's a doll made by you (owner)... Unlike us, who aren't... Through they aren't special unlike us (DD) who can become human. There still that little fact." He then back away before an ass shitting grin appear in his face.

"Through there are some cases Darling dolls would want owner to make a doll..." Somehow you want to smack his face when he sound disgustingly suggestive about his next sentence would be.

"You know if owner and doll Is an item they would ( ùwú)7--" he gesture some suggestive hand sign which made you smack his face.

"Oww. Your abusive to your husband!" He fake gasp at you.

"What the fudge is wrong with you." You felt embarrassed by his gesture and words.

"So it's either they felt jealous or it's the other thing your embarrassed for me to say out loud." He summarize it all. "Through if DD become real human they can (ùwú)--" the shameless Amagi continue on his act.

"RINNE SHUT UP!!!" You quickly shut him up before he tell you a sex education topic. Your face is so warm, from embarrassment you felt from this shameless person words--no his gesture and whatever his implying with those hands that totally don't trigger any green mentality of yours.

"LOLOL YOUR FACE IS SO RED, MCMC!!" Rinne laugh as he got away from you. You give chase and forgotten that Rinne still don't tell you what happened to the materials that gone missing!

"RINNE YOU BASTARD YOU ASK ME THAT QUESTION JUST TO DO THIS HUH?" you say as you point a spatula at him.

"Of course not, I'm genuinely asking out of curiosity... 😈" Rinne runs away before you could KO him with a spatula in the head.

in the end, Niki who sees you two ruining his paradise is angry and won't let you two have extra serving for breakfast.

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #rinne amagi x reader #rinne amagi #mayoi Ayase #mayoi Ayase x reader #ayase mayoi #my Darling Dolls AU #My Darling Doll AU

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staplernpaper · 2 years

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JJK Compatibility Reading

This compatibility reading is for this event: TAROT COMPATIBILITY READING EVENT

All readings are for entertainment purposes only. Please do not obsess over the results of the reading as at the end of the day free will is a thing

Selamat Malam

Sorry for uploading the reading so late, first I was very busy with school then eid happened and now I'm knee-deep in Genshin Impact. Also, I wanna know your thoughts on tipping; I want to start opening up tips but I'm not sure if I should use Paypal or Kofi.

Terima Kasih,

Before delving into what relationship FNA and Megumi will have, I thought it would be a good idea to see how they view each other

How Megumi see you

Card 1-Ace of Swords

Card 2- Queen of Pentacle

Card 3- The Heirophant

Interpretation :

I think he sees you as someone who is constantly providing and caring for others. Your kindness may have stemmed from traditional values whether it be culture, religion, family tradition or spiritual reason. I think you continue to be doting not just because of those traditional values but because it is natural to you or is it an instinctual thing. I also see you going to great lengths in order to help those you care about and even to strangers. Megumi not only sees you for your tenderness but for your beliefs, sharp mind and determination.

How FNA see Megumi

Card 4- Four of Swords (rev)

Card 5- Knight of pentacles (rev)

Card 6- Temperance

Interpretation:

I could be wrong with how you see him, but you most likely see him as exhausted and burnt out. But even though he works himself too hard, there still is some balance, even in his sleep-deprived state his still a responsible young man. I think you may be attracted to him because of this. I don't know how to say this, but he's basically a tired puppy and you're just aching to care for him. I feel like you may be the type who is eager to take care of others. Let me emphasize that you most probably like the idea of caring for him, it's not like the 'I can fix him' BS.

Your Relationship

row 1- page of pentacles, death, the world (rev)

While the relationship's foundation is solid and there is some chemistry, it somehow finds itself in a stagnant phase. I think the cause for this is because it's a major change for the two of you. Maybe the two of you may have previously been friends and trying to transition to lovers may be a bit weird. Or while befriending someone like Megumi is normal for you, dating someone like him is a first. So the relationship will be a bit rocky, especially in the beginning, but eventually, that rockiness will pass.

Row 2- eight of swords, temperance, magician

Hmm... there is a lot of energy and effort being put into this relationship. I think this relationship has the potential to reach a much deeper level where you can expect a much stronger commitment. But I do think you'd have to be very careful before you reach that deeper level, cause the amount of effort that you're putting in could be mistaken for clinginess or smothering. Megumi may feel a bit overwhelmed. But don't worry, I think the two of you would be able to come together and set up some boundaries. There's a lot of communication between the two of you, so neither of you would be afraid to tell the other that what they are doing is too much or crossing the line.

Row 3- The Empress rev, The Strength, The judgment rev

I'm gonna be quite frank, I don't 100% understand what this row means. I think there is a mother figure in your life or Megumi's life that probably won't like the relationship and would most probably influence others into thinking that this relationship isn't good for either of you. Or you lack a certain amount of feminity and for some reason, people wouldn't be happy about that. Either way, I think the two of you would be able to go on strong. And quite honestly while the public's word/opinion still may hurt, I think at that point the two of you would have already overcome any doubts in the relationship. Thus the two of you are quite confident the relationship will work out and quite honestly it would be hard to tear you two apart.

Row 4- Three of pentacles, king of wands, knight of cups

Please be prepared to be constantly swept off your feet, cause my good is this relationship romantic. A lot of the romantic gestures I see are more on the bold type, like things I thought I would only see in movies tye of shit. Examples are rain-soaked proposals, impromptu picnic dates, kabedon!!! Now I do think these romantic gestures definitely took time some time to learn and with the help of someone else (if you look a 3 of Pent there's a third person involved, lol Gojo most probably forced Megumi to watch a bunch of romance movies). So don't expect these types of gestures on the first date. Also, I think these romantic gestures aren't just Megumi or you doing it. I think the two of you are very equally romantic and find different ways to show just how much you love your partner.

Conclusion:

THIS COUPLE IS VERY CUTE!!!

#megumi x y/n #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk compatibility reading #gojou saturo x reader #yuji x reader #itadori yuji x reader #nanami kento x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader #nobara x reader #maki zenin x reader #inumaki toge x reader #tarot reading #anime #geto suguru x reader #manga

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