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beesspacedotorg · 3 months

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Dibs

Summary: You get close with your new pack, especially the Luna. 5.5k words

Warnings: it's omegaverse. guys. it's omegaverse. there's gonna be omegaverse in it. reader is an omega, so is lino. there's mommy kink. towards lino. uh. there's s3x. what else. readers genitals and pronouns are not specified or elaborated on at all B). one (1) piss joke. poly ot8 and it's implied they all bone but there's no actual boning that happens. there's boning described once for two seconds.

Notes: I have almost all of the legendary fish in stardew. this was inspired by this ask that @hyunsvngs got like two days ago. it was also finished yesterday, but I was busy so I didn't post it. thanks to my friends who read it and gave me feedback. uhm. that's all.

Hyunjin is the one who finds you. You’re both in the same class at university, a filler class, something to do with philosophy, and you group up on a project to discuss the differences in the eastern and western versions of the practice.

“Do you think the whole ‘Alpha Mindset’ that’s going around these days could be a facet of modern philosophy, or is it just omegaphobia repackaged?” You’re dicking around on your laptop in class. After assigning the project, your teacher gave up on doing their job, which would be great, but attendance is still mandatory.

“Probably repackaged, hey I have a question for you.” Hyunjin sets his phone down when he asks, tilting in his seat to face you and your heart skips about seven beats in your chest.

He’s pretty, almost pretty enough that it’s annoying, that and he smells nice. It took you two weeks of classes to muster up the courage to ask him on a date only for him to say that he has seven boyfriends but he’d be more than happy to be friends. You would sell your soul to the nearest evil spirit to be lucky enough to have one boyfriend, much less seven, but you aren’t going to let a good opportunity slip out of your hands, so you took his offer of friendship even though you wanted- want- more.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You can feel that this conversation is bordering on serious, a topic that you and Hyunjin broach often. He’s the poetic type, and often you find yourself discussing the intricacies of human emotion with him. He seems nervous though, nervous enough that you temporarily pause Papa’s Pizzeria and boot up 2048 instead, giving him as much attention as you can offer.

“So. Okay wait. Give me a second, I have a list of questions to ask you. Seungmin made me a flowchart.” You smile at him, he’s cute. Seungmin is one of his boyfriends, Hyunjin spends more time than is strictly necessary talking your ear off about how smart and cute and talented Seungmin is. You’d be jealous if you hadn’t seen Seungmin pick Hyunjin up from school one time. Your pants filled with slick so fast you had to hide in the bathroom for half an hour pretending to be sick until you calmed down enough to head home.

“Okay. Uhm. Would you consider us to be good friends?” His voice sounds slightly robotic as he reads from his script and you laugh slightly before confirming.

“Oh, that’s great. Me too. Uh. Do you have a boyfriend?” He pauses. “Or a girlfriend, or a partner?” He adds those last two as an afterthought, rushing through them and you laugh again.

“You would know if I managed to pull that off, Hyunjinnie.”

“What about that pretty girl from your math class?”

“She only dates Alphas unfortunately.”

“Damn.” He doesn’t sound very sorry as he says it, but you can tell he’s trying to be nice. It irks you just a tad, but you think this conversation is leading up to something so you drop the irritation and motion for him to continue.

“Okay, if ‘no’, the next question was,” he’s mumbling to himself and you snort slightly. “Do you have a pack?” You blink. He’s never asked you this before and you shake your head. Where you’re from, people have moved away from forming packs, something about a post World War 2 culture shift and traditional values and homophobia and what not. Your generation is working to bring them back, but the only pack you have is your immediate family. You haven’t gotten close enough to anyone on campus to try and start one, and the one time you felt the need you were swiftly friendzoned.

“Ah. No. I don’t.” He hums sadly.

“Okay. Would you like one?”

“Hyunjin…” You’re starting to feel slightly defensive, and you’re not sure if you like where this is going.

“Wait. Wait. Let me finish.” He huffs. “I told Chan these questions would weird you out, but what do I know?” He sets his phone down and grabs the hand that was busy moving the 2048 tiles around on your computer screen.

“I have a crush on you.” You blink, rapid fire. “And I would like to date you. And also so would my seven boyfriends. But we can get to that later. I got here first, I call dibs.”

In the version of this you tell your friends and family, you accepted immediately and you and Hyunjin went on your first date that afternoon. In reality, you stood up so fast you almost passed out and hightailed it to the bathroom to have a mild panic attack. Hyunjin was kind enough to grab your things and wait for you. He was also kind enough to wait the months-long process of you being generally distrustful of him and his intentions until you decided he was actually serious and that you wanted to give it a try.

Which leads you to where you are now, in the passenger seat of Hyunjin’s car, hands outrageously sweaty as you prepare to meet the rest of the pack for the first time.

“Listen, we don’t have to.” He says. “I’ve talked it over with the rest of them, it can just be you and I. I like you, I want to date you.”

“No, no. Even if it does work that way, I’d have to meet them eventually.”

“Yeah, but meeting ‘my boyfriends that you have no commitment to’ would probably be easier than meeting ‘my boyfriends who might also become your boyfriends.’”

“I can guarantee you it wouldn’t.”

“Jeeze. You should talk to someone about that.”

“Insurance.”

“Channie has good insurance.”

“I’m not legally dependent on him.”

“Oh.”

He grabs your incredibly sweaty hand in his huge and not-so-sweaty one and holds it for the rest of the drive. When he pulls into the driveway he kisses said hand and bats the other one away from the door handle.

“Don’t worry. I got it.” Usually, he would just walk around the car to open it for you, today he bodily throws himself over the hood before doing a weird roll and a cartwheel. You laugh and he opens it and helps you out. He smiles.

You’re still laughing at him as he guides you to the front door and opens it, you’re laughing as he helps you take your shoes off, and you’re laughing through introductions.

“What’s so funny?” Jeongin asks, and you burst into more laughter as you remember the way Hyunjin chucked himself over the car. You’ve calmed down enough to tell him just as you hear yelling from a different room.

“Hwang Hyunjin! How the hell did you get dirt on your shirt? We told you to pick them up, not stop for mud wrestling!”

(You do, eventually, tell Jeongin what happened. He demands a live demonstration and almost cries at it.

“It’s just so dumb! He’s usually graceful and he just- How did he move his body like that?”

“That was the ugliest fucking cartwheel I’ve ever seen.”)

The pack is nice and touchy and, best of all, they want you around.

Heeelllloooooo

hi jisung

Jisung ??? Are you mad at me or smth?

hi jiji

Okay great

WHat are you doung today

And don’t say “your mom”

your mom

ah shit

uh. nothing. sleeping. eating. pissing.

In my mouth?

????????????

Ignore that.

Anyways.

Come over :D

You can do all of that here

In my bed >:)

I was over there yesterday

Idc. I’m sending over Changbinnie with the car <3

I’M NOT PREPARED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE

Good thing you’re just coming to hang out with me then

So, you like them. You’re comfortable with them, there’s only one problem.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“How do you even know that?” Seungmin levels you with a stare.

“It’s physically impossible to hate you-”

“Not true.” Seungmin stares again. You stare back. He rolls his eyes.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“He doesn’t talk to me.”

“He’s shy.”

“Well! So am I! Only one of us can be shy in this relationship and I call dibs!” Seungmin huffs and smashes his head into a pillow.

“Kim Seungmin, if you mess up my nest, I’m kicking you out.”

“This is my bed.”

“Not anymore.” He fixes the pillow and holds your face in his hands.

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“What if he does? What if Luna doesn’t like me?” Seungmin plants a kiss to your nose and lets you cry.

haihai

Minho?????

I’m the only one without a cute nickname

rectify that immediately

what should I call you then

Idk. I’ve never had to give myself a nickname.

anyways

a little puppy told me that you think I don’t like you

kim seungmin is dead to me

say your goodbyes

kkkkk

no need for that

I could smell your tears on him after you went home

I thought he scared you away

it took a very long time to get him to fess up >:)

what did you do

nothing he doesn’t enjoy

anyway

Luna is sorry

for making you think he doesn’t like you

come over tomorrow

I’ll make it up to you >:)

???

I’m not really up to boning rn, sorry to say

>:( that’s not what I meant

Jisungie says you like this game

Stardew Valley

he says it has multiplayer mode

I downloaded it on our switch for us to play together

just us

everyone else can suffer

oh.

just us?

unless you’d rather have company

I think Channie is free

NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT WE CAN PLAY IT ALONE

chan is free you say >:)

Yah! I called dibs on you!

I’m kicking him out of the house tomorrow

teehee

Stardew with Minho is surprisingly fun. You put him in charge of fishing while you spend your days toiling in the mines. He starts beef with Harvey, the local doctor, after you tell him that Harvey is your go-to love interest when you play the game solo.

“He’s pixels! Code and pixels!”

“I don’t care! This stupid doctor wanders onto our farm and charges me money for passing out on my own land. And! He’s stealing my Omega. He needs to go. How do I replace him?” You let out a laugh and ignore the flutters in your stomach when he casually lays claim on you.

“Do you get this upset when Felix or Ji talk about their media crushes?”

“... I don’t see how that’s very relevant to the conversation.”

“You’re silly.” He huffs at you.

“Why is this fish ugly?”

“That’s a- You just caught a legendary fish. Do you know how hard that is?”

“It’s ugly. I’m selling it.”

“No, don’t! Let me buy a fish tank! We can display it on our farm!”

“Why would you want to display this?”

“You can only catch one per save file.” He rolls his eyes but dutifully places the fish in the tank when you return to the farm. You kiss his cheek and watch his ears turn red.

After that, spending time with Minho is easy. You can’t really imagine what it was like being in the pack without having his attention on you. Felix starts joking that he’s been replaced as Minho’s favorite. (He stops because it starts to make you mildly upset, but also because you’re pretty sure Minho sucked the soul out of his dick right after he first made that joke.)

It comes to a head around exam season, this time, you and Hyunjin don’t share any classes, and annoyingly, Chan is too busy to eat much less help you settle, so you end up floundering with anxiety and stress and lack of sleep.

“Jagi? What’s wrong?” It’s Minho, his scent lavender and undercut with something sugar coated.

“Everything.” Your head is in your hands and you’re shoving your palms into your eyes to push back tears. Minho hums, hand coming to the back of your neck to scruff you just slightly.

“What’s your schedule like right now?” You shove your calendar at him and he hums, considering for a second before he’s hauling you up by your armpits.

“Wait- I have to study. I can’t just-”

“You have to eat.” This is the harshest you’ve ever heard him speak to you, but strangely enough, you don’t feel scared. “You have to eat and sleep and maybe shower and cuddle with Luna because he misses you and then you can get back to studying. Yeah?”

His suggestion makes you whine and struggle in his hold a bit. His hand returns to your neck to re-scruff you.

“Settle. I’m not asking, jagi, I’m telling.” You huff and pout at him, but he’s the pack’s head Omega for a reason, and who are you to question his authority? So you listen, going limp in his hold and forcing him to bear your weight.

“I see why you and Seungminnie get along so well. You’re listening, but not without struggle, hmm? Brats. The both of you.”

“‘M not.”

“You are. But that’s okay, Luna will train it out of you some other time. You’ll learn to behave.”

You can ignore how his words sent a spike of heat to your belly, but you can’t ignore the way he smirks at the change in your scent.

“Oh? Do you like that?”

“... I thought I was supposed to be eating.”

“Nice subject change. But yes, you are. Sit there and let me handle it.”

He feeds you and helps you shower, despite your many protests that you’re gross and can handle it yourself he refuses to back down.

“Let me do this for you, hmm?” His eyes are soft. “I don’t have to if you really don’t want me to, but I want to take care of you. Let me take care of my baby.” So you do, melting under his soft gaze and softer words, and he must be doing something with his scent, because you feel mildly scent drunk as he drags you into his nest.

“I’m allowed in?” You’re surprised. You’ve never been in his room before, most of your hangouts happening in the living room or Chan’s room when he’s not home because Minho thinks it’s funny to bother the Alpha. So you’re slightly out of it and a lot surprised and Minho looks a little upset that you asked but he takes your arm and shoves you onto his bed, rearranging his nest around you before climbing in himself.

“Of course you’re allowed in. You think Kim Seungmin is allowed in here and you’re not? You think I let a sweaty, post-gym Changbin in here but won’t let you? You’re silly. Hush.”

“But-”

“Hush.”

“Okay.” He hums, satisfied at your submission and wraps himself around you.

“Luna will give you a reward when you finish exams.”

“What if I don’t pass?”

“You still deserve a reward for trying.” He kisses your head and you fall asleep like that, curled around each other, comfortable in his bed and warm in his arms.

“I’m finished!” You wander into the house the next week, fully prepared to spend your break doing absolutely nothing.

“Yay! With what, exactly?” Changbin asks. You hang your self off of him, forcing him to drag you along as he putters around the kitchen.

“With exams! Didn’t Yongbokkie and Minho ban you from the kitchen?”

“Well, yes. But what they don’t know won’t kill them.”

“What who doesn’t know?” It’s Minho, and you giggle as you push your face in between Changbin’s shoulder blades. He’s so big and warm. You want to bite him and also want him to hold you against a wall for unholy acts. Your hands wander around while he’s stuttering out a lame excuse to grope his chest.

“Wh- Hey! I’m busy getting threatened here!”

“Yes. I’m busy celebrating being a genius. It seems we both have full schedules.”

“Celebrating,” Minho steps next to you and taps you until you look at him, cheek still smushed against Changbin’s back. “Are you finished with exams then?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes are closing. Changbin really is comfortable, he smells slightly like chocolate and raspberries, and you could do with a celebratory nap.

“That’s great!” You’re being tugged away from your napping spot. “Come, Luna promised you a reward.”

“My nap.”

“You can’t sleep standing, you’re not a horse.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

He crosses his arms after closing the door to his bedroom.

“Do you want to nap before or after your reward?”

“What’s my reward?” The sentence hasn’t been out of your mouth for very long before he’s cupping the back of your head and kissing you.

“Oh. Oh. This is a good reward.” He smiles against your mouth, gently pushing you back towards his bed.

“Yeah? I thought you’d like it. I can smell you, you know.” Your back is hitting the mattress and there’s a shirt by your head that you think Hunjin was looking for a little while ago. “When you stare at me for too long, I can smell how needy you get. We all can, but I called dibs.”

“Dibs?” Your hands are under his shirt squishing his pecs.

“Mhm. Dibs. Hyunjinnie got to date you first. Kiss and hug and hold your hand. But do you know what I get to do first?” You shake your head and he gives you a wicked smile before he leans down next to your ear. “I get to fuck you first. Not Channie, not our Alpha, not Hyunjinnie who found you first. Me, your Luna. I get you first.” You inhale, shaky, and your legs shake slightly with the way blood rushes away from your brain. You can smell how your scent spikes and you can smell how Minho’s spikes in return. He smells so good, you want to get your mouth on him, so you do. You pull him down until his neck is in reach and seal your lips around the scent gland there, licking the sweat from his skin and letting your lungs fill with nothing but him.

“Jagi,” his voice is breathy, he pulls your head away from his neck and you whine. “You’re gonna get yourself scent drunk and I want you to be present for the things I’m going to do to you. Be good for me.” You pout slightly at him but nod, you’ll be good for him, you’ll do anything he wants. But you want to kiss him again, you want to kiss him so badly that you think you’ll die without it. You throw yourself up, arms circling around his neck as you press your mouth on his and you knock him off balance a bit. You’re upset when he tilts, separating your mouths and you push and push until suddenly he’s on his back under you, but you’re finally kissing so you don’t care all that much.

“Eager.” He’s too busy trying to talk to kiss you and you nip at his lip lightly until he gets the message.

“You’re only getting away with this because this is the first time,” he warns. “Next time, I won’t be so lenient.” You think he might be lying, that he’d let you do whatever you want regardless of how many times you fall into bed together, but you aren’t in the habit of letting other people know you have an advantage so you let it go.

You’re grinding down onto him, chasing friction as your pants fill with enough slick that you worry you might be in heat, whimpering with every movement when he grabs your hips, stopping you.

“Minho, why?”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. Don’t you wanna get your pants off? Hmm? Feel me bare?” And suddenly, you do. He’s so smart for knowing that, you think. You let him slide your bottoms off and tug at his until they’re gone and there’s nothing separating the two of you save for the fact that you can’t fuse into one person.

You settle yourself back over him and oh. Omegas are supposed to be small, in the dick department, and you suppose compared to an Alpha, he might be. But he feels so good against you, he’ll feel so good inside of you, that you don’t much care, pawing at him desperately. He chuckles and grabs your hand, flipping you back over so he’s on top again.

“Baby, don’t tell me you’re already gone?” You are. You’re so gone. If you’re being honest, you were gone the second he kissed you. He does it again and you whine into his mouth.

“Noisy little thing. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Make sure my pretty Omega is all satisfied before you leave my bed.” He smiles and then he’s kissing his way down your neck and grumbling about the shirt you’re still wearing before his mouth is on the place where you’re leaking slick and suddenly your brain is falling out of your ears.

Your hands grab onto his hair and pull, hips arching up into his mouth. You think the sound that you let out could be heard from outer space, but in your defense, he’s good with his tongue.

“I knew you’d taste good.” You have no idea how he’s still talking, but the vibrations feel nice enough that you don’t want to stop him, that and you don’t think you could stop Minho from doing much of anything at this rate.

“We talked about it, you know.” You didn’t know. The pack talked about you? You quickly lose your train of thought as he slips one of his fingers inside of you. Small, he always says. They don’t feel small.

“It was all Jeonginnie could talk about during his last rut.” Minho huffs and you can see him roll his eyes despite the fact that yours are closed. You weren’t there for his last rut, too nervous and too busy with school to stay. It had caused quite the fuss and you had to spend extra time with Jeongin before and after to soothe him.

“Knuckle deep in Yongbokkie and all he could talk about was you. How good you’d taste, how warm you’d be. He’s lucky that Yongbokkie has the hots for you too, otherwise he’d be down one appendage.” The implication of the youngest Alpha getting his dick chopped off by Felix makes you laugh, but the knowledge that the pack desires you knocks the wind from your lungs. Either that, or the thing Minho is currently doing with his fingers.

He licks you again, and then places his mouth around your hole and sucks, like he’s trying to drink the slick straight from your body. The sound it makes is absolutely obscene, and your face heats at it, hands coming up to hide.

“No, no. Move your hands, jagiya. Let me see you.” He’s moving, mouth no longer on you and you hate it, but your embarrassment outweighs everything else so you don’t move your hands and instead shake your head at him. He pauses, hand stilling inside of you.

“No? Did you just tell me no, sweet thing?” You shake your head again.

“You didn’t? It seems like you did. Seems like you still are.” He’s laughing, or, he was.

“I thought you were going to be good for me. Do I have to turn this reward into a punishment?” That’s the one that does it, your eyes go wide and your hands fall from your face to grab at him, head shaking violently.

“No! No! Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I was just nervous, please. I’ll be good. I’m good.” It takes you a second to register what you’ve said, and when you do your hands move up to cover your face again. Minho catches your wrists.

“Mommy? Yeah? Am I your mommy, sweetheart?” He drops your wrist to cup your face and you’ve lost all coordination. He taps your cheek, just a hint of a slap, but it’s enough to have you looking at him with wet eyes.

“I asked you a question, jagiya. Answer mommy when he talks to you, okay?” You nod, still in a daze and he huffs and takes a hold of your hair.

“What did I just tell you, doll?”

“To answer you.”

“Mhm, and what are you not doing?”

“Answering.”

“So what do you say to me?”

“I’m sorry, mommy. I’m sorry, please let go, it hurts.” He lets go of your hair and gently massages your scalp.

“Hmm. That’s better. And, it’s supposed to hurt, baby. That’s how you learn to listen to your mommy. That’s what a brat like you needs to learn their place.” You choke slightly on your own spit, hands coming up to rest in his hair, playing with it. He smiles at you.

“Good. Now, be good for your mommy, yeah? Be good for your Luna and I’ll make sure you get everything you need. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. Yes. I can.” He hums and suddenly his fingers are in you again and he manages to take one of your nipples into his mouth, and you’re already so keyed up that you feel slightly embarrassed when you’re cumming on his hand a moment later.

“Oh, sweet thing. Did I take too long? Hmm? Did mommy tease you too much?” You shake your head.

“No, ‘m sorry, mommy.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. Don’t worry so much. You used your brain so well this past week, let mommy do the thinking for you. I’ll tell you when to apologize, how about that?”

“Sounds good.” You’re hot, overwarm, and you're shoving your shirt off the rest of the way and chucking it somewhere. The shirt’s only over your eyes for a second, but somehow Minho has managed to coat his fingers in his own slick and shove them into your mouth. Your eyes roll so far back into your head you’re worried they might stick but he tastes so good that you would suffer blindness for eternity just to have this.

“Mommy, mommy, you taste so good-”

“Shh, I know.” He shoves his fingers far enough back that you gag a little and your eyes water and he coos and wipes at your tears with the hand that was in you, smearing slick across your cheekbones.

His fingers are out of your mouth and he’s between your legs, shoving them apart to get at your hole and then he's sliding in.

“Oh God.”

“Just Minho is fine. Or mommy,” he giggles at you, “since you seem so fond of it.”

Your glare slightly at him, less than pleased with the corny joke, but he shifts his hips and hits a spot that has you keening, arching up into him for more.

“There? Yeah? Jesus. You're leaking so much that I'd think you're in heat if you didn't know any better.” He's right, but it's unfair of him to single you out.

“You are too.” It comes out a lot more whiny than you wanted but he’s nice enough to look offended anyway.

“I thought I took care of your attitude. It seems I have my work cut out for me.” His pace picks up at that, and suddenly you don't have enough brain cells to think, let alone talk back.

You're not wrong though, there's slick everywhere. From you and him, it's soaking through the sheets, it's sticking your thighs together every time he thrusts forward, it's coating his hands and everywhere he touches you. It's loud, the slapping of your bodies accompanied by a wet squish every time either of you moves. It's messy and sticky and slightly gross and you want more. You want to be covered in him and he in you until you smell so similar not even the best drug dog would be able to tell you apart.

Your hands wander searching and searching until you’ve found the place where he’s leaking too and you're coating your fingers in it and smearing a hand over your chest before sticking them in your mouth. You hear Minho gasp and his hips stutter before picking back up.

“Dirty, that’s dirty, Omega. You want me to make a mess of you?” You nod. Of course you do. You want your mommy to do whatever he wants to you. He coos and guides your hand back to his hole, guiding you into fingering him while he’s rearranging your guts.

“Mommy, it’s- you’re so warm.” He hums at you, breath finally turning ragged.

“Yeah? You wanna fuck mommy sometime? I bet you’d be good at it. Such a good little Omega for me, for us.” You do. You would like to fuck him sometime. Anytime really, you bet he’d be so warm. Tight and hot and wet. You have him on your fingers now, but you’re too overwhelmed to really enjoy it the way it should be enjoyed, the way he should be enjoyed. You want to eat him out, drink his slick straight from the source for the rest of time. You wouldn’t need water or food anymore if you could just have him.

“Yeah, I would. Mommy, please. I’ll be good. I’ll do so good.” You’re babbling at him, out of it and barely able to speak. He has to strain to understand you properly.

“You would. Mommy knows you would. Such a sweetheart, you’d make your Luna feel so good, hmm?” And you tighten around him with a loud moan and there’s a bang on the wall connecting Minho’s room to Chan’s and Minho bangs back.

“Yah! Just because you’re too busy to get your dick wet doesn’t mean I am! Leave us alone and go jack off or something!” He huffs and looks back down at you, kissing your nose softly in a stark juxtaposition to the way his hips are probably bruising your own.

“Why don’t you go ahead and cum, baby? Hmm? Mommy’s right behind you.” He shoves his fingers in your mouth again and this time, this time, his fingers are coated in a heady mixture of yours and his slick and that’s what does you in. That’s what makes you cum so hard your legs shake and makes Minho take his fingers out of your mouth lest you choke. He follows not too soon after, and when he pulls out you can see the mixture of cum and slick slide out of you.

“Next time,” Minho’s looking down at it too, “I’ll make sure that stays in. Can’t have it go to waste, can we?”

Despite his earlier promise, he doesn’t let you nap yet.

“But you said-”

“I know what I said. And now I’m saying that you can’t sleep like this.”

He bodily drags you to the shower, again, and changes the sheets before he lets you lie down.

“My hair is gonna be so dry.”

“Where’s the stuff you put in it?”

“At my house.”

“This is your house.”

“I still rent an apartment close to campus.” Minho pauses, shifting so you’re face-to-face.

“Don’t. Come live with us.”

“There aren’t enough rooms.”

“If privacy is what you’re worried about, Luna will build you a room right next to his with his bare hands.” You giggle at him.

“Yeah. But I have to pay a fee for breaking my lease.”

“Luna will take care of it.”

haihai

hi minho what’s up

>:( still no cute nickname?

I feel like it’s inappropriate to call you mommy in a casual setting

oh >:)? that’s my nickname now?

if that’s okay

whatever you want

as long as I have a cute nickname before kim seungmin I don’t care

then why did you harass me about it??????!??!?!

kkkk I had to get you in my bed somehow

“Can you guys stop texting when you’re right next to each other? All of your weird flirting is really interrupting movie time.” Jisung is complaining from where his head is rammed into your stomach.

“Dude. You’re literally not even watching it.” It’s Jeongin now, reaching over to smack Ji’s head.

“And? You’re the one who’s always complaining about how loud they are.” This is news to you.

“Is it really that bad?” Your voice is small and immediately Minho’s hands are touching you.

“No. They don’t know what they’re talking about, they’re just mad that they haven’t figured out how to get you to make such pretty noises yet.”

The room erupts into shouts as people defend themselves from Minho’s claim, you smile at him and tuck yourself further into his side, kicking Jisung out from his spot in your lap.

“Hey! I called dibs on your lap! You can’t take that away!” He’s shoving at your knees, trying to shove them back off the couch so he can lay comfortably again.

“When did you guys even call dibs on all this stuff?”

“It used to be while you were on the drive here,” Felix says, “now we do it while you’re getting a blanket from your room.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“Sure. Just call dibs first.”

#bee blurbs #ft.lino #ft.ot8 #🌵anon #a-bee-o #skz smut #skz x you #skz x reader #lee know x reader #lee know smut #lee know x you #lee minho x reader

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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Make You Wish Chapter Two -- Where Is She

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: really super mild versions of cannon violence.

Word count: 2,072

Previous Part: Make You Wish Chapter One -- Seven Years

Master list link:

Master Lists

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Make You Wish Master List

A/N I accidentally posted this before I was ready tooo ahhhh!!! it's fine. Everything was already written I just had to format it properly and stuff.

Alastor had been at the Hazbin Hotel for only a few days and was already enjoying his time there greatly. It was an entertaining place, to say the least, and now that he had his feet under him, he was intent on making it even more so.

Charlie was pacing around the sitting room, stressed beyond belief. She had gone to speak to Adam the previous day to try and get his support for her plan, only to wind up with the news that the next extermination was coming in six moths, rather than the usual twelve. Alastor watched her duress in amusement as he sauntered into the hotel lobby, side stepping Angel, Charlie, and Vaggie to take a seat at the bar.

"It's nothing we can't handle," Charlie was explaining, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else in the room, "just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time, when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"

Vaggie got to her feet, grabbing her girlfriend by the shoulders and stopping her from her relentless pacing.

"Yes, we will." she confirmed.

"Oh please," Angel cut in from the couch, his eyes fixed on his phone, "ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...? Ain' no silver lining this time, toots."

"Sure there is." Charlie turned to him, "We just have to look a little harder for it."

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts."

Angel turned his phone to Charlie, showing all the news headlines of terror he'd pulled up.

"People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."

He scrolled down to a video of a burning town just as a text notification popped up.

"Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" Charlie asked in confusion, having read the text.

"Ah, heh, nothing." Angel pulled the phone from her line of sigh, trying to come up with a quick lie, "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

"Yeah, that is true." Vaggie hummed thoughtfully, a hand to her chin, "Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape extermination?"

"Speaking of sinners," Alastor said, drawing the attention in the room to him as he turned towards Husk who was busying cleaning glasses, "I think it's time I look up my old partner in crime."

"And what do I have to do with that?" the cat demon gruffly replied, not sparing Alastor a glance.

"Your partner in crime?" Charlie asked, taking a step towards the bar, "I always thought you... you know, worked alone?"

Alastor's grin widened.

"Oh never you mind, dear." he replied, throwing her a glance over his shoulder, "Just a lost soul I'm acquainted with is all."

"Yeah. You've been trying to get her to sell you that soul for what, the past seventy years is it now?" Husk scoffed.

Alastor's eye twitched slightly at the implication of his failure.

"If I wanted it, I would have it." he hummed threateningly, and Husk backed down.

"That's great!" Charlie exclaimed, "So she's a friend of yours? Do you think she'd help with the hotel? Oh! Or maybe that she'd want to be a guest?!"

"Charlie-" Vaggie began but Alastor quickly cut her off.

"I don't see a harm in asking." he cheerily replied.

"And you know her, Husk?" Charlie asked.

He looked up as he placed a clean glass on the shelf, shooting Alastor a glance before nodding.

"Do you think she'd be a good fit?"

He sighed, crossing his arms as Husk turned to face Charlie fully.

"She's a sweetheart, I think you'd get along well." he admitted, "But she's trouble, just like him."

Husk gestured towards Alastor and Charlie's smile widened.

"Well, with all Alastor has done for us so far, I think we could probably use more trouble like him."

"Oh you flatter me." Alastor waved her off, looking away in a false show of humility.

"No really." Charlie insisted, "You-"

"Show yourself, Alastor!" a dramatic call cut Charlie off mid thought.

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"Um. Alastor?" Charlie hesitantly began, peeking out from behind his shoulder as she watched the havoc he was wreaking on the snake shaped sinner, "I think he's had enough."

Alastor cackled joyfully, not even watching as his shadows destroyed the air ship.

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im." Angle disagreed, enjoying the show immensly.

The shadows tilted the ship forward, dropping Sir Pentious out through the broken windshield. He hit the ground with a thud, right before Alastor's feet. Stopping in his fit of laughter, he looked down at the man, spinning his microphone like a baton.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience." he teased as one of the egg creatures fell from the ship, splattering on the ground beside Charlie who took a step away.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious began, his voice pained as he raised his head slowly, "for letting your guard down!"

Almost before Alastor could register what was happening, the snake had grabbed onto his coat with his tail and torn a piece from its hem. Alastor took a menacing step forward, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh shit." Pentious' triumphant laughter died out.

Slowly, Alastor sprouted a pair of shadowy horns. With a snap of his finger, the ground under the snake detonated, throwing him up into the air and far away from the hotel with a scream. He watched as Pentious flew away, retracting his horns and standing with a hand behind his back. Once the snake was out of sight, he at last turned to Charlie and Angel, as well as Husk and Vaggie who had come out to join them.

"Well, it looks as thought I need a visit to the tailor." he hummed, "Husk?"

"Yeah?" Husk grunted.

"Where did you say she was again?"

"I didn't."

Husk crossed his arms defensively and Alastor took a step towards him, his smile a little smaller than normal. There was an odd air between the two of them, a tension every one present could feel biting into their skins.

"Whats that?" Alastor asked lowly, his head cocked slightly to the side.

Husk sighed.

"Last I heard she was working for some imp in Pentagram City." Husk reluctantly admitted, looking away, "As an assassin or something, I don't know the details."

"An imp, you say." Alastor thoughtfully replied, his expression unreadable.

"Look, Alastor." Husk turned back to his master, "Don't fuck this up for her. She seemed pretty happy last time I saw her. You disappearing like that wrecked the poor girl."

"Just means she'll be all the more happy to see me."

Alastor turned, beginning to walk away. At the sound of Husk speaking again, he paused, keeping his back to the quartet.

"Alastor, ju-"

Alastor turned his head, shooting Husk a critical look over his shoulder. It shut the cat demon up almost immedeatly.

"Best of luck, chums!"

"Wait, you're leaving?" Vaggie exclaimed, taking a step forward.

Irritation prickling beneath his skin, Alastor turned back to them once again. It had been seven years, he didn't know how much longer he could wait. Sure, he'd had time in Hell on his own, nearly twenty years of it. He didn't need her per-say, she just made things more interesting, more enjoyable. It just felt odd for them to be parted.

Sure, when they had first met, he had thought she was just an easy steal of a soul. Young, naive, frankly undeserving in his opinion of eternal damnation. But smart, smarter than she looked. Y/n had refused any and all deals with the man and so, he had taken it as a challenge. What had begun as a game: Alastor trying to gain ownership of Y/n's soul ended up as an after-life long friendship.

Alastor would never admit it to anyone but, in his absence, he had even missed Y/n the smallest bit. She kept things interesting, he told himself, that was all. Always causing discreet mischief, always quick with a joke. A true pleasure to have on the show, as he always used to say.

"Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." Vaggie continued.

"We need a wall." Angel finished for her, gesturing to the portion of the hotel Sir Pentious had destroyed in his attack.

"Of course." Alastor replied, keeping an irritated remark at bay, "Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?"

With a snap of his fingers, minions made of shadows pulled themselves from the ground at his feet. So as not to give anyone another chance to stall him further, he quickly turned on his heel and walked off.

Alastor was a man of image, he kept his pace slow and firm. Couldn't have any of them getting any ideas in their heads about the nature of his relationship with Y/n. That had always been trouble in the old days. The minute people saw the pair together, they started assuming things. He had already decided he was going to be more careful about that this time around and this was the first step.

There was a slight bounce in his step as he headed into the city's center, an odd anticipation fluttering in his chest. Alastor pushed it to the side. It was simply the thrill of being back in his old stomping ground that was to blame. It didn't matter he'd already been back a few days and it should have worn off by now, he should just feel lucky to still be so entertained by this place he'd known longer than he'd even been alive. Right?

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Y/n was sitting at Blitzo's desk, reading through paperwork he had neglected to fill out or file correctly. It wasn't like any one in Hell really payed their taxes, but the mess still stressed her out. She let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her eyes in irritation. She had never had to do this type of work before, not since she'd been alive anyways. How the times had changed.

Noise of Blitzo and Moxxie fighting filtered in through the closed door. It wasn't anything special, anything new. The pair were always at one another's throats, she wasn't worried. What would be worrying, was if things were quiet. This was just the way life sounded now: inelegant and brazen. Nothing like it used to.

The buzzing of her phone on the desk beside her pulled Y/n from her reveries and she picked it up. The collar lay heavy around her neck as she read the message. Y/n had made some bad choices along the way, figuring out how to be on her own. She wasn't pleased with them, but it was what she had had to do. Back then, she hadn't had the need to fight for herself in over sixty years. It was the only thing she could think to do.

She double tapped the text, marking it with a thumbs up before shutting her phone off and leaning her head down on the table. There was no point in wishing for things to be different than they were but, it was just that time of year and the text had pushed her over the edge. A few stray tears trickled out of her eyes.

"Goddamnit, Al." she sighed into the empty room, "Where the hell are you."

Silence pressed its hands against her ears, blurring her perception of the world around her. Y/n had a few seconds, a few nearly peaceful moments before, again, her thoughts were interrupted. This time, not by her phone but by Blitzo calling for her from the other room.

"Y/n!" he yelled and she lifted her head off the table.

"Yeah?" she called back through the closed door.

"Get your ass out here!"

"Why? A client? Can't you handle it?"

"Y/n!" he insisted again, a sense of urgency to his voice.

If this was anything less than an absolute emergency, he was never going to hear the end of it. She was not in the mood for his games today.

"Fine." she groaned and pulled herself from the chair, "I'm coming."

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Next Part -> Chapter Three -- A Reunion

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harry-styles-obsessed · 2 months

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Paparazzi

request: can you write one where Harry and y/n get swarmed by paparazzi really abruptly and one of them hurts her either accidentally or on purpose and Harry flips? Tysm!

A/N: I love this idea! Thanks so much. I found this gif and omg it’s of a fan who got hit by paparazzi and Harry stuck up for them immediately!! Such a kind soul and pretty convenient for this story… lol! Enjoy(:

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

“C’mon. It’s getting busy let’s just go home.” Harry’s voice was soft as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, lifting up the two small takeaway boxes that were filled with your left over food. It was always a risk being out in public especially for Harry because it would only take one person to spread the news then it would be nightmarish. He secured his arm further around you leaving a few money notes on the table as a tip for the waitress before he walked out with you keeping his arm around you, boxes of food held underneath his arm as you both walked in the direction of where Harry had parked.

As you continued walking Harry started looking around and you knew what that meant: paparazzi. He often had the knack for spotting cameras taking pictures of him and once again his “sixth sense” didn’t fail him. “Harry are they following us?” You asked anxiously his green eyes locking with yours “just keep walking.” His arm slid down to your waist as he began making you walk at his speed, attempting to lose the photographers— they weren’t even photographers. More like money hungry assholes who just loved to ruin every moment to get a simple picture of celebs. It was stupid. You leaned into harry further feeling your nerves wrap around you shaky breaths leaving your mouth.

“Mr styles!!”

“Harry over here!”

“How does it feel being in a relationship with the Harry styles?”

“Hold still!!”

Mixtures of yells came from all around you suddenly, loud running which sounded like a herd of elephants only made your heart race in your chest “keep your head down.” Harry spoke quietly and you did as he said, keeping your head down him doing the same as he kept a tight grip on you guiding you through the crowd of rowdy paps. Your eyes couldn’t comprehend the amount of flashes blurring your vision the brightness blinding you almost as the paparazzi continued to yell at you both, purposely getting in Harry’s way to get a shot of his face. God were you glad you were wearing jeans. You had heard horror stories of paparazzis taking pictures up celebs partners dresses or skirts which was beyond fucked. “Have you got anymore upcoming films?” One paparazzi spoke to Harry, god they were not giving up were they. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Harry muttered harshly through gritted teeth, yet his lips remained in a thin line making him look calm despite wanting to punch their faces.

“Y/n does Harry satisfy you in—“ “hey, man shut the fuck up.” Harry demanded glaring into the paparazzis eyes, the man right in front of you as all the other greedy men took loads of pictures of Harry’s face Harry quickly pulled you round to his other side getting you further away from the vile man before he grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers with yours, repositioning the food into his other hand as he pulled you gently through the crowd. Snaps of the cameras were heard as the lenses focused on Harry’s face, his eyes, your terrified expression some of the photos blurry and unusable but some good the paparazzi’s clearly proud of their work yet they didn’t stop.

“We’re so hungry Harry! We’ve been working all night whilst you fondue with your girlfriend!” Fondue? Was this pap serious? For fucks sake. You rolled your eyes before Harry abruptly stopped shoving the food into the paps arms “there. Take the food and leave us be.” He demanded the one pap immediately leaving clearly happy. God did you hope he didn’t try to sell “Harry styles’ food’ on eBay. Harry tugged you further away as the car soon came into view until all of that went to the back of Harry’s mind as suddenly one of the paparazzis behind you purposely pushed you hard— taking a picture of you as you plummeted to the ground, camera catching your ass the cruel man grinning— Harry’s grip on your hand making sure you didn’t hurt yourself as he quickly helped you stand up again before he looked back at the paparazzi “it’s so rude to do that” he spat out, glaring at the man Harry’s jaw remaining clenched “did you take a picture of that?” He soon asked taking a threatening step towards the man “harry…” you whispered yet your voice was drowned out by the sound of the cameras taking hundreds of pictures their desperation showing. “No.” He spoke smirking but Harry wasn’t impressed instead ripping the camera from the man’s neck before looking through the pictures which consisted of your ass more than anything Harry’s eyes dangerous as he looked at the photographer with cold eyes “how fucking dare you.” He spoke before shaking his head “you’re going to delete all these pictures right fucking now.” He demanded you reaching out to touch his arm “harry its okay I—“ “no way am I doing that. That’s all my work.” Harry clenched his jaw but tried to remain calm “fine. Thanks for the free camera.” He spoke coldly before shoving the man back and grabbing onto your hand again as he hurriedly pushed past the paparazzis ignoring their yells as he walked you to his car opening the door for you helping you get in before he shut the door,

“That’s my camera mr styles! You take it and I’ll sue you!” The man yelled Harry glancing at him knowing he shouldn’t do this but he didn’t care at this point “here— catch” he threw the camera at the man, the camera sliding through the man’s hand and crashing to the ground the lens smashing “oh no. That was your fault.” Harry spoke sarcastically before he got into his car shutting the door and locking the car before he reversed, the tyre of his car rolling over the camera— the paparazzi shouting, hitting the window “you’re so done!” He yelled at Harry and Harry paused rolling down the window “you have an issue. I’ll see you in court.” He spoke simply knowing the man wouldn’t even dare to take it to court as he would have a whole lot of list of allegations against him. Sexual assault. Assault. GBH. Everything. Harry then drove off abruptly his hands clenched around the steering wheel you breathing heavily as you stared down at your hands, hands trembling slightly. Harry didn’t say anything the whole drive but eventually his hand came down to rest against your thigh which he squeezed gently, thumb caressing over the material of your jeans attempting to comfort you.

“Are you okay?” He soon spoke only earning a nod from you, the car stopped at a red light before he reached over grabbing onto your chin gently as he forced you to look at him “are you okay?” You nodded sighing shakily “they’re just assholes.” You murmured softly and Harry chuckled “assholes one way to describe them… they’re greedy for money and attention. Something I won’t give them.” You sighed holding onto his hand tightly “I won’t let that happen again, y/n.” He spoke but he was promising that he wouldn’t let it happen again. No way. He then intertwined his fingers with yours bringing your hand up to his lips pressing a kiss to the back of your hand but he meant it. If the paparazzi tried to do anything again he wouldn’t just let them off with a warning— he’d break all their cameras even if he had to pay for new ones he didn’t care. Cameras could be replaced. You couldn’t…. And he knew that damn well. He couldn’t lose you, ever. He wouldn’t.

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tonysbed · 2 months

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bad idea, right?

Charles x Fem!ex!reader

Summary: Charles and you break up but just can’t stay away from each other.

A/n: Another Charles social media au 🤭

Also, I love Alex so no hate to my girl okay 😞😘

E!News

liked by f1fan, y/nbabe and 729.689 others

E!News After Break up with long term boyfriend, Y/n was spotted in Harry Styles car crying. Find out how the it couple broke up in the link in our bio!

user727 nooooo

userboo EXCUSE ME

Y/nbabe WHAT?WITH WHO? IM SORRY

leclercfan16 Broke up and hopped onto the next guy. What a whore

y/nmywife shut the fuck up.Y/n and harry were friends BEFORE she dated charles

user57 dude what

E!News

liked by f1fan, y/nbabe and 968.629 others

E!News Charles Leclerc was spotted with a new girl just 3 weeks after the break up with his long term girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n. Was this the reason for their sudden split? Click the link in our bio to find out!

y/niswifey the resemblance between y/n and his new girl💔

user46 He’s got a type..

user19 this hurts more than my own break up istg

Y/ncharlesendgame god lord

User59 I just wanna cry.

User70 who’s she?

User402 This hurts but the fire album we’re gonna get gives me hope for SOMETHING

user29 She’s gonna roast him😭

y/nmylove oh he’s so done lol

y/ny/l/n

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y/ny/l/n Burned.Out now on all streaming platforms

tagged harrystyles

taylorswift 🔥❤️

liked by y/ny/l/n

zendaya amazing ❤️

y/n/l/n love you 🐨

y/niswifey OH ITS GOING DOWN

user68 “Your new girl is my clone” MOTHER OMG

userlol she knew she ate

y/nbabe I mean they do look a lot alike.. But we haven’t seen them since like 4 months 👀

E!News

liked by f1fan, y/niswifey and 729.528 others

E!News Charles Leclerc and Y/n Y/l/n were spotted after one of his races, 11 months after their break up! Are we witnessing a comeback? Click the link in our bio for more!

y/niswifey pleaseeeeee omggg

f1.cl16 I want them back so baddddd

user89 Id sell my soul to know what they were talking about

y/n posted a story

y/ny/l/n

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y/ny/l/n are you ready, nyc?

tagged charles_leclerc

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y/nupdates

liked by y/niswifey, cl16fan and 280.791 others

y/nupdates CHARLES AND CARLOS AT Y/N‘S SHOW TONIGHT OMGGGGG

y/niswifey are they back together now? Are they not?😭

user89 maybe we’ll find out tonight 😦

use.r29 His mom and arthur were also spotted there😭

y/niswifey Oh she be having a family reunion 👀

y/n

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y/n love performing w ya 🩷

harrystyles me too👀🩷

user68 what’s happening? I know he is co writer but AHHEEJWVEJWFZ

user58 I like them but i need charles and y/n back istg

y/nupdates

liked by fifan, y/niswifey and 639.369 others

y/nupdates Y/n was spotted being super cozy with her co-writer and friend Harry Styles

user68 WHAT

y/nishot help, I'm still at the restaurant

user57 nonononono, MOTHER WHY

user29 I love harry but i just don't think he's a good fit for her

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Im no longer your muse 🛥️

arthur_leclerc 🔥

user18 why do I have a feeling the caption is directed 🌚

y/nbabe first it seems as if he and Y/n get back tg and then she gets w harry.Im so confused rn😭

f1fannnn she never said that they’re back together 🤷🏼‍♀️

y/nbabe still feels weird smh

Part 2 will be uploaded soon!

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc x reader

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el-hawthorne · 2 years

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Halloween Series: Special

Words count : 3,5k

Pairing : Yandere!Yeonjun x female!Reader

Rate : 15+

Genre : Dark romance (?), Strangers to lovers.

Warning : SUGGESTIVE, mentions that reader is a female, Yeonjun is full of himself and delusional (?), harsh words, swearing, please let me know if I should mention anything that I should put as a warning.

synopsis:

Yeonjun is a famous playboy among his peers. He really wanted to make you fall in love with him to prove his friends that he was capable to steal your heart. You were sweet to him, but that doesn't make him a special guy. So it hurt his ego and he was determined to have you all to himself.

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There was no single soul who didn't know how famous Choi Yeonjun is. He was good at sports and his academics. All of the teachers really saw him as all of the students' role in his school.

He was kind and nice to everyone. And also, he knew how to crack funny jokes. Everyone loved his presence.

But nobody is perfect, right? Yeonjun was an ace in his school, he was attractive and desirable. That's why he could play with anybody's feelings to his advantage.

He knew he could get what he wanted. Which could mean everything.

He wanted it, he got it.

That was until his friend asked him an easy challenge. For him. At least Yeonjun thought so, and his friends also thought that Yeonjun could do that.

"Make Y/n fall in love and confess to you."

"Well?" Yeonjun raised one of his brows, "that's it?"

"Yeah, she took advantage of me. I want you to serve what she deserves."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Why can't you serve it by yourself then?"

"You got that player title for a reason. Even though she was hard to get, I knew you could make her fall in love with you in less than a month."

The evident smirk now slowly faded on Yeonjun's face. He knew his friend was now trying to get him. His friends knew that he was taking pride in being loved easily by people.

"Well, what do I get from this?"

"This one?" His friend threw him a key. A cottage key in the exotic beach to be exact.

"Deal."

When Yeonjun suddenly came into your frame, you wouldn't be surprised at all.

He suddenly greeted you when you walked past him through the school gate all of sudden. All eyes now on you. Thanks to him for ruining another peaceful day.

You weren't popular in your school. But many students know who you are. You were actually quite active in the organization and loved by your juniors, because you always stood up for them when one of your seniors bullied them.

Yeonjun has been your classmate ever since your first grade. But now, as if you were in the spotlight, Yeonjun suddenly noticed you.

"I didn't know we were in the same class."

"I know, I just wonder why you suddenly greet me and even ask my chairmate to switch with you. Do you want something?"

"Yeah, your heart," he winked at you.

You scoffed, "Woah, calm down there Mister. My heart is mine, I'm not planning to give it to anyone yet."

"I'm sure I can wait for that," he laughed.

If you didn't know about his reputation of being a casanova, you might find out that his laugh was attractive. Maybe, you would confess to him the next day.

But thanked God, for giving you the ability to see through people's intention and connecting the dots. Aside from being a heartbreaker, you also knew that Yeonjun did revenge for his friends.

Last time you could remember, a guy named Wooyoung—one of Yeonjun's friends—suddenly approached you. He only wanted your connection so he could join your club. And he did.

But what cost? His ex came to you, paid you a big sum of money if you could sell his girlfriends information. Yeah, he had more than one girlfriend. So you did, and let all of his girlfriends give him a lesson.

You knew Wooyoung was the one who asked Yeonjun to seek revenge towards you. You weren't stupid.

So, you decided to have a little fun. Because Yeonjun seemed to make an effort in order to make you fall in love with him.

Every morning, you would find him in front of your house to pick you up at school. Then after school, he would bring you to his favorite cafe and sometimes to have some study dates too.

On weekends, he would ask you to hang out together. He would bring you to his favorite place, like an art museum, amusement park, his apartment, you name it. He even made a romantic dinner just for you as well.

You didn't mind him bringing you chocolate or your favorite dessert or some gifts at your school. Making all of the entire school assumed that both of you were dating each other.

"Y/n?"

When you walked at school's corridor with Yeonjun who had his hands on your waist, you suddenly stopped. You heard a familiar voice called your name.

And you were right. Right after you turned your body, you saw Choi Beomgyu—your old friend and also your old crush.

Well, you and him used to attend the same high school. He was your chairmate back then and you developed a crush on him since that happened.

Who wasn't he was the only one who saw you when everyone didn't. He really cared for you to the point he always asked you to join him for studying together with his friends.

And because of him, you managed to attend the college that you really wanted.

But after graduation, you lost contact with him. He was studying abroad.

"Beomgyu?" Your eyes widened as you gasped.

Nothing really changed about his features. He was still as ethereal as ever. His black hair that used to be short, now became longer with wolf cut style. He looked more mature and insanely attractive.

"I thought I called the wrong person," he chuckled before smiling warmly at you, "turned out I was wrong, looks like you have become—no, you've always been beautiful. But now you know how to look more beautiful. No wonder, you have a boyfriend now."

"A boyfriend?" You realized that Yeonjun's hand was still on your waist, you quickly freed yourself and walked towards Beomgyu.

"Nope, he's just one of my colleagues. Nothing special between him and I," you clarified.

Meanwhile, since your attention was fully on Beomgyu, Yeonjun didn't like the uncomfortable feelings inside his chest. The way you told Beomgyu that he wasn't special pinched his heart.

"Y/n, we have to go. Our class will start soon," Yeonjun poked his cheeks as he crossed his arms on his chest.

You rolled your eyes, "You go first, I still want to catch up with Beomgyu for a little bit."

"Fine!" He huffed before he left you and Beomgyu alone as he felt annoyed.

You didn't give a damn about about Yeonjun and decided to give your attention towards Beomgyu.

For you, men aren't worth it to be loved. But Choi Beomgyu was an exception.

Maybe those unsettling feelings that you left years ago are still there. You didn't really forget him. Especially your heart still longing for him.

"Why are you here? Don't get me wrong, I really like seeing you here now. But, aren't you studying abroad?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I had a project here. Also, my brother is working here. Just want to know about his workplace. Turns out he's working in a decent place," he answered, "but that's not the main reason why I came here. It's because I want to see you."

You blush like crazy because of his statement, "It's been a long time, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed, "and I want to ask you something."

"Sure."

"You said that man isn't your boyfriend, so are you single or?"

"I've been single since birth," you answered without thinking.

"So I still have my chance now?"

You frowned at his sentence. Not that you didn't know about his obvious intention. You just didn't know how to respond when your crush likes you back. It was your first time. Heck! You even never got into a casual date with someone you genuinely liked.

Beomgyu laughed as he patted your head, "well, are you free after class?"

"I am, but why are you asking?"

"Nothing, just want to ask you for dinner," he grinned.

"Yes, of course."

"And I will pick you up after your class. Now, go to your class and stay pretty—no, forget it. You always look pretty in everything you do," he shuffled your hair before you left him.

Right after you entered your class, you saw Gaeul—your friend greeted you. She already saved your chair.

"The last time I checked, you act like a girl falling in love was years ago because of Beomgyu. And now, are you so desperate that you even fall in love with Yeonjun too? You know he is a jerk, right?"

"Who said I fell in love with Yeonjun? And how do you know I 'act like a girl falling in love'?

"Simple, because you look stupid," she answered without thinking, "but wait, if it's not Yeonjun, then who?"

"I've met Beomgyu earlier," you said with the brightest smile on your face.

Gaeul gasped, "No fucking way."

"Yes way, young lady. And you better help me too," you said as you were biting your lips nervously.

"What for?" Gaeul arched one of her eyebrows.

"Since he asked me for dinner tonight," you whispered.

But you were too excited to notice that someone probably heard what you said.

All of the things he did, Yeonjun never felt this angry before. He was sure that you would fall for his charm in a week when he treated you as a special girl. He gave it all for you and would do anything for you.

But yet, he never got any special treatment from you. He even saw with his own eyes when you greeted that "ordinary" guy. Yeonjun knew that guy was actually less of him. Yet, he saw how you slip those hair behind your ears, how red your cheeks and ears. Then you smile shyly but genuine at the same time.

He never saw you like that when you talked to another, even to himself. Being with you made Yeonjun realize that he observed too much about you. He cared too much for your well-being to the point he no longer didn't care about the prize anymore.

He wanted you. All for himself. You have to be his, and not anyone else. If he couldn't have you, then he would rather see you dead than with somebody else other than him.

***

"Hey Y/n," Yeonjun walked towards you while you were still packing your things inside your bag before you got out of the class.

Your classmate eyed you for a while before you nodded at her and gave her signal to leave you alone with Yeonjun.

Now that you were alone with him, Yeonjun smiled at you, "So, caffe date as usual?"

"Hmm, yeah. And I want to go somewhere, I think I need your help for something too," you said.

Yeonjun's smile couldn't get wider than this as he felt his chest swell because of his pride. You need him. It really fed his ego right now.

"Anything for you baby," Yeonjun said as he patted your head before he placed his hand on your waist as his way to claim you and to show others that you were his.

Different from what Yeonjun's thought, you started to enjoy Yeonjun's company. Despite that Wooyoung asked him to approach you, you could consider him as a good friend.

Yeah, he was fun to be around with. He was cool with everything. He was really smart too and also great with helping you study. No wonder almost everyone fell for him.

Yes, "almost everyone".

Except you, of course. Someone permanently held captive your heart since your high school. And now that you have a chance, you're not gonna let go of that chance easily.

After "the study date" session you had with Yeonjun, more like a study session for you and meanwhile for Yeonjun was still a study date, now you asked Yeonjun to bring you to a cloth store.

"Why do you want to go here?" Yeonjun asked.

"Well, I want to go buy something that might need your opinion since you're a guy and have a really good taste in everything. So the point is, I need your help," you are seriously staring at Yeonjun.

"If you thought I would help you because you just complimented me earlier, well it works. Let's go," Yeonjun got out of his car and opened his car's door for you as if you're a princess.

His princess.

"Thank you, Jun."

The way you called him made the whole butterfly inside his stomach. And it didn't seem to bother Yeonjun at all. No, he liked it.

You entered the store and met some workers that already knew you. Well, you have often gone to this place before. Even the workers treated you as if you were their friends.

"Hi Y/n, it's been a long time. Did you come here with Beomgyu? Gosh you changed so much, I wonder if Beomgyu would change a lot like you or not. Oh wait, did you two are dating now? Because I already knew that both of you had a thing for each other," Hoseok—the owner of the shop greeted you like an old friend.

"Hi Hoseok," you chuckled, "no, I'm with my friend."

"Your friend?" Hoseok frowned when he saw Yeonjun walking behind you and didn't hesitate to place his hand on your waist.

If you thought he was fine, no you were wrong. The fact that you only consider him as a friend? He was pissed, to the point his grip on your waist became more tighter than usual.

Your eyebrows arched as you snapped at Yeonjun, "Yeonjun?"

Of course you were uncomfortable because of him. But you tried to hide it, you didn't want to make Hoseok worried over something small. Even though you clearly felt that something was off from Yeonjun.

"Hmm?" Yeonjun looked at you as his grip loosened up.

The uneasiness came easily inside you from the way Yeonjun stared at you. It was like he was dead inside and there was someone else instead.

"This is Hoseok, he is my old friend and the owner of this shop. Hoseok, this is my classmate, Yeonjun."

"Hi Yeonjun, nice to meet you," Hoseok awkwardly smiled.

Yeonjun stared at Hoseok with his blank face and didn't say anything other than nodded.

You decided not to overthink what you just felt earlier. Maybe you were too tired to the point you started to imagine things.

So you started to choose some dresses that you wanted to buy and some guys clothes.

"Jun!" You called Yeonjun when he was busy with his phone.

But when his nickname you gave rolled from your tongue, he immediately had all his attention on you. He quickly scooted to you.

"What is it?"

"What do you think if someone buys this shirt for you," you showed Yeonjun that guy's shirt towards Yeonjun.

Is she going to give me a present? How cute.

Yeonjun chuckled.

You frowned, "What? My pick isn't literally terrible, you know."

A pout appeared on your face. Yeonjun couldn't help as his hand now reached the top of your head before he messed with your hair.

"Jun!" You ripped his hand from your head by slapped it.

"Sorry babe, it's bad. Actually it is quite the opposite, you clearly have a taste."

Your eyes directly glared at Yeonjun, you couldn't believe him. Maybe he tried to mess with you again. Who knows?

"No, really. If I receive a gift like this, I will be over the moon. Especially if it's from the girl I like—no, I mean the girl I love. Literally going to confess to her right at the moment," he said confidently as he saw that rose cheeks of yours.

Aw—now you're shy. How cute! It must be because of him, wasn't it?

No, you were imagining Beomgyu's reaction when he received a welcoming gift from you. He must be just like what Yeonjun said, and even confessed his feelings for you.

"Hoseok, I want to buy this," you said to Hoseok.

"Oh hey, I actually had a new design for a dress. I think you should have it," he said as he showed a flowery dress that actually looked beautiful.

You were stunned, "It's beautiful."

"I know, a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl, you know?" He teasingly smiled at you.

"Oh Hoseok, I really want this dress, but I don't have much money. But can you keep it? I'm going to buy this after I save up money this month."

"Oh forget it, you don't have to pay. think of this as my welcoming gift for you, and I know what you did girl," he winked at you, "you should wear this, Beomgyu might go crazy over you when he see you in that dress."

"Wa-wait, for real?"

"Yeah, but you have to tell me first when both of you are official."

"Sure!"

"Oh my God! Hoseok, thank you so much!" You happily hugged Hoseok.

***

"Here is the key," Wooyoung threw a key towards Yeonjun who was fond of his phone right now. His eyes were literally attached towards whatever it was inside his phone.

"What are you watching?" San—one of his friends scooted over as he tried to peek, but Yeonjun immediately locked his phone.

"Mind your business," he said as he put himself inside his pocket.

San scoffed, "What's wrong with him?"

Wooyoung shrugged, "I don't know and I don't want to know. All I care about is now I'm happy."

"Happy because Yeonjun rejected that girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and now she is sick because she can't keep up with the reality that Yeonjun is only playing with her feelings," Wooyoung smiled happily.

"Well, you win."

On the other side, Yeonjun heard his friends' conversation. His smirk was visible on his face.

What his friends didn't know was, everything was twisted. And so he was.

Yeonjun took his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. It showed a video of your unconsciously slept on his bed from his real-time cctv inside his mansion. Too tired from crying.

Your tears were still visible on your face as he still remembered how you cried beautifully, wanting to get your freedom.

But no, of course he couldn't do that. You were his and would be forever his.

So he walked to towards his car and drove to his mansion as fast as possible. He couldn't wait to see you as fast as possible.

He really missed you.

And he knew that you also missed him.

If not now, than he was sure in the future you would miss him just like what he felt right now.

You just needed time.

As he arrived at the mansion, he immediately walked inside his bedroom and kissed your lips.

Your eyes slowly opened when you felt something soft touched your lips. Oh, how gross it was. You wish you could wiped that kiss from your mouth.

Vibrant with your reaction, Yeonjun was actually quite the opposite. Those red and glassy eyes glaring at him looked so beautiful for him.

"Hi sleeping beauty, so you have a nice dream, huh?" He chuckled before he kissed you again, but this time was longer than before. Even the tongue involved.

He smiled when he saw that red and swollen lips of your still connected to his by the saliva.

"You gorgeous thing, how can I not notice someone gorgeous like you from the start?" he whispered, but you didn't answered anything other than a few tears came out from your eyes.

"Such a Goddess," he murmured as he licked your tears, "The medicine still didn't wear off yet. So I called the doctor to put an IV on you."

You silently cried. Your tears kept coming out from your eyes.

"Sweetheart, this is just for a while until you behave, okay. You can't do anything on your own now, because you need me. You will always need me."

That fucking bastard.

After you bought Beomgyu a gift, you were supposed to go home with Yeonjun. Even your best friend already waited at your home.

But instead, Yeonjun drugged you by putting something inside your drink that made you fainted. He kept you at his house and confessed that he loves you for a while now.

Of course you rejected him and asked him to free you away. But instead of freed you, he put a syringe inside you with whatever substances inside of it that you actually didn't like it.

You lost your consciousness after that.

That's wrong of you if you thought that substance inside that syringe only made you unconscious. Other than that, your whole body was paralyzed. You even couldn't talk!

And that bastard literally took advantage of it.

"Sweetheart," Yeonjun's sickening voice made you snap back at the shitty reality, "before the doctor came, how about shower? You looked dirty, I will definitely help you to take a shower."

You only stared at him who looked at you as he grinned widely.

"Let me take your clothes off, yeah? Don't worry, you don't have to be shy. I already see everything," he kissed your neck as he slowly removed your clothes from your body, "I promise, I'll be gentle with you."

- end

#tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun #yandere txt #kpop yandere #yeonjun x reader #imagines #kpop imagines #yandere yeonjun #yandere kpop #yandere au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween

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literary-illuminati · 9 months

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Book Review 43 - Even Though I Knew The End by C. L. Polk

Oh this was fun. Never would have heard of it if it hadn’t been nominated for a Hugo, and devoured it in the course of a computer-less Sunday afternoon. It wasn’t exactly reaching for the stars, but it knew what it was about and it executed it well; there’s a real virtue to that. Also I adore slightly cheesy but self-serious noir and the early 20th century really is the ideal setting for classical urban fantasy.

The story follows Helen, a private investigator and warlock in 1930s Chicago. Ten years prior to the story, she sold her soul to a demon to resurrect her younger brother from a car crash that would have otherwise killed her entire family – for her trouble, she was cast out from the magical brotherhood training her as a mystic and forced to make a living as a cut-rate diviner and gumshoe in Chicago. The plot kicks off three days before the deal comes due and her soul’s forfeit, and she takes one last consulting job to add a bit more to the nest egg she’ll be leaving for her girlfriend Edith when she’s torn from the mortal coil. And then, of course, she finds out that a) her employer is a demon, b) the case she’s consulting on is someone ritually murdering other poor souls who’ve made deals, days before they come due, and c) if she solves it she’ll get her soul back, along with enough money to make to San Francisco with Edith and start a new life free and clear.

So this is not a book that sets out to surprise the reader. The storytelling is efficient and the foreshadowing is reasonably honest – you can guess just about every twist well ahead of time with even the slightest bit of effort. I’d say the book isn’t trying to break any new ground, but actually it’s the only example I can think off hand of this sort of genre emulation period piece that both has a queer protagonist and doesn’t either elide or edit out the homophobia of the their environment, so there is that. Anyway, ‘genre emulation’ is the right term I think – snappy, tightly written noir plot that doesn’t outlast its welcome (this was absolutely a novella-sized story).

I really don’t know the author or their work well enough to know how intentional it is, but the ending very much felt like a comment on the whole Bury Your Gays/Tragic Lesbian trope. Essentially, Edith gets herself heroically sacrificed saving Helen’s life in the climactic showdown. Then, once the dust has settled and Marlow (her demonic client) has given Helen her soul back she…immediately sells it again to bring her back. Better ten years of Californian bliss with her true love then an eternity in heaven (and besides, that brother she’d saved the first time had just killed an angel, so someone’s going to need to keep him company in hell). The book’s title is in no way subtle or metaphorical, it is a line of the protagonist’s internal monologue.

The story’s universe is a folk-Christian one, and it is absolutely imperative that when reading it you don’t poke at the underlying metaphysics at all. Angels and demons are real and magicians are the distant descendants of Nephilim and some of the Grigori still haunt the earth, and we have it on good authority that God doesn’t actually care about being gay and everyone seems very frightened of the idea of summoning the Archangel Michael to earth, but start asking any followup questions about angels and world events during the Roosevelt Administration and you’re ruin the story for yourself. Just don’t worry about it.

As a final note, I really did love Marlowe – or properly, she’s one of my favorite types of demons in these sorts of stories. Epitome of high class beauty, lives in a palatial penthouse waited upon handed and foot by layers of servants, eats the best food and wears the best clothes and has the best lovers, even a generous employer and creditor as long as you do what she wants and give her what she’s owed. The sort of demon who seems like falling out of heaven was worth it, and one you can imagine actually convincing someone to sell their soul. She’s fun!

#book review #hugo nom #sff #urban fantasy #even though i knew the end #c. l. polk

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never have i ever... | rafe cameron

not my gif

warnings: none that i can think of :)

had a troll pt1

“rafe isnt who you think he is. you need to leave before he turns on you too”

the text wasn’t what you were expecting to receive from an anonymous number on your way to work at the country club. you were used to getting dirty looks from kook girls at the club who would sell their souls to spend one night with your boyfriend, but texting you was a new level of obsessed. did it worry you? not really. you’d heard things about rafe and what he was capable of - mainly from your brother. john b and rafe had a long standing history of hatred for each other, which had only gotten more extreme when he had caught rafe climbing out of your bedroom window at 3am a week ago. since then rafe had been walking around town with a busted lip and a black eye and your brother had been ignoring you since.

“what’s up with you darlin’“ the voice of your boyfriend softens the furrowed grimace you hadn’t realised you’d been holding for the duration of your shift. he’d been walking back from the toilets when he saw you walking towards the kitchens.

“nothing really. grumpy kooks clicking their fingers at me thinking they’re going to be served quicker, oh and a text i got earlier.”

“a text? from who?”

“dunno, anonymous number. just said that you weren’t who you say you are and i should leave now. it’s probably just some girl you looked in the general direction of once.”

“sounds about right,” he gives you a small nod, “have they sent anything else?”

“not yet.”

“good. if they do, ignore it,” he ended, his jaw tightening slightly at the thought of someone trying to mess with his girl. his hands sneak around your waist, pulling you to his chest, and his lips pressing a short kiss to yours, and your forehead before pulling away and letting you return to your shift.

upon finishing your shift you check your phone again. a text from your manager with you schedule for next week, one from rafe letting you know he’ll be at topper’s if you wanted to join, and another one from the anonymous number.

“he’s not good for you y/n. he’ll turn against you soon enough. leave him before he hurts you.”

rafe used to be a bad guy, you’ll admit that - hell, he’d admit that. but since meeting you, he was off the drugs, not getting in as many fights, and when he said he loved you, you genuinely believed him. nothing had ever made you doubt it till now. maybe this person knew him? an ex maybe? he’d been with girls before, he’d had girlfriends but it never lasted long. will he leave you when it gets too serious, like he had with the others? you quickly responded to rafe, telling him you were just going to go home and get in bed. should you respond to the troll? rafe told you not to but maybe if you could find out who it was you’d be able to see if there was any truth to the matter.

“who are you? what do you know?” you type out in response, putting your phone in your pocket and beginning the walk to the chateau. when you got home, the lights were on, and the pogues sat on the porch, beers in hand.

“hey y/n,” your brother says, making you double take - he’d been ignoring you all week and now he greets you with a smile?

“hey bird, hey guys,” you greet him and the others, “any beers for me?”

jj throws a can in your direction, that you open immediately and down half the can.

“thirsty y/n?” kie asks, chuckling slightly as you finish the rest and toss the can to the side.

“parches beyond belief, the club was so busy i haven’t managed to have a drop of water all day,” you respond, laughing lightly, “i’m also tired beyond belief, so i’m gonna head to bed. see you all in the morning.” the group wishes you a good night and you head into the house and straight into your room, and opening your phone up to a new text.

“it doesn’t matter who i am. ive seen him with other girls. do you know what he gets up to when you’re not around?”

#rafe cameron #rafe #drew starkey #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x routledge reader #obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 29 days

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Lute: “Wait- your new name Vesper isn’t in DEFIANCE of your Morningstar hell family, but a MIRROR of it???”

Vesper Bill: (cocking the gun full of heavenly bullets that their uncle Pentious made for them)

Vesper Bill: “Always was.”

Vesper Bill: (shoots Lute’s halo off her head instead of killing her) (like mother like child)

XD this is so dumb i love

behold my version of the chaggie spear baby's full character profile!

NAME: (redacted)bil(redacted)s Morningstar -> Vesper Bill, one word, not ‘Vesper’ or ‘Bill, always ‘Vesper Bill’.

NATURE: Weapon-born demonic Exorcist angel. Mortal. Slow aging.

OCCUPATION: Overlord, supplier for Rosie’s Emporium and Carmilla Carmine’s weapons business, Exorcist slayer and rehabilitator, cowboy grim reaper cosplayer, garden weeder.

TERRITORY: Hell’s first community garden.

THEIR “THING”: Soul savings accounts and debt forgiveness programs. Killing murderous Exorcists. - Entrust your soul to them so you can’t be tempted / pressured into selling it to anyone else. They’ll give it back if you ask, but you do have to ask first, and they’re usually good at figuring out some other way of getting what you want. - Checks in with other overlords to see which sinners owe stuff and pays the debt / kills / scares off the overlord if they can. Then gives an accidentally terrifying visit to the former indebted sinner so they can say their favorite line of: “I’m Vesper Bill, and yours is due…. Never. It’s been paid off. Congrats.” (hands over a flyer about their moms' Hazbin Hotel) - Their less favorite line is when they only say the first part of the above, right before killing an Exorcist. All resulting bodies are sold to Rosie, the weapons to Carmilla, and the funds go towards the community garden.

RELATIONS: Their moms run a struggling hotel business, all the live-guests of which are their uncles/aunts/grandpa.

ENEMIES: Most of heaven and a good part of hell. Their full birth name. Flower pollen. Mint.

STRUGGLES: - “It’s not a phase, moms.” (about their goth cowboy theme) – (tips hat at a lady) (walks into car bc they weren’t watching where they were going) – (coughing and sneezing and voice often sounds rough and terrifying bc they have allergies but won’t stop weeding in the garden) - Having tiny stubby demon horns that won’t grow bigger (covers with hat) (hat was a gift and orinially came from Earth) – keeping their demon tail under control (hides it under their coat).

LOVES: - Their moms, the princess of hell and her former Exorcist angel girlfriend. - The hazbin hotel family crew. - Gardening. - Cowboy stuff. - Being annoying to heaven. - Women who could vaporize them physically or emotionally with a smile or a knife either way.

PROUDEST MOMENT: Successfully infiltrating heaven, tricking Lute with a pretend hatred of their moms, wrecking shit, getting a weapon’s upgrade from their uncle, and leading a handful of now former Exorcists back down to hell with them on the way out.

POWERS: - Angelic resilience. - Demonic strength. - Summoning or banishing anyone who’s soul they have in trust, from or to the place of their choice (within the Pride Ring) (mostly used as taxi service). - Skilled at cutting weeds and brush with a scythe. - Good dancer. - Responsible gun owner and operator. - Kids love them.

Trivia: Got into their cowboy phase after a brief one-time visit to Earth where they played guardian angel for an actual cowgirl for a day. Thinks about her a lot. Ready to go be a nuisance to Heaven again if she ends up there and wants company- is also trying to grow her favorite flowers down here in Hell, just in case. (also puts on red cheek spots makeup everyday, bc they are Charlie's kid too and PROUD of it)

and that's it, that's my take on the chaggie spear baby idea thing, all grown up!

it's ridiculous. i had so much FUN with it

#hazbin hotel #chaggie spear baby au thing #oc #fankid #my art #well THAT was a productive use of my day XD

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If I Get My Way {K.SUNOO x F!READER}

LONER BOYS CLUB (ft. 2 Baddies)

Kim Seonwoo: Sophomore @/Decelis Uni, Music Education Major (Studying so he can be composer), Delulu, Kind of feral when it comes to his crush Y/n, Did I mention he has a crush on Y/n Marsh, Talks big came in his private account but is a shy boy in love, Naive when it comes to love, Currently doesn’t have a job but his parents send him allowance

Nishimura Riki: Freshman @/Decelis Uni, Dance Major (Studying so he can 1 teach others to dance & two create his own studio after getting his Business degree), The youngest in the group, Lives close to Wonyoung, #1 Detective, Likes bullying his friends and teasing them, Lives with his mom because it’s free and he’s broke

Yang Jungwon: Sophomore @/Decelis Uni, Early Childhood Education Major (cinnamon roll personified), Sunoo’s best friend since childhood, Pretty chill but takes on an authoritative role in the group, A problem solver, Extremely smart, Cutie Pie, Works at the same cat cafe Yeji does

Jang Wonyoung: Sophomore @/Decelis Uni, Fashion Design Major (Style Icon), Competitive Figure Skater, Social Butterfly, Has fanboys and fangirls alike, A sweetheart, The prettiest girl with the prettiest soul

Lee Heeseung: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Mechanical Engineering Major (Only studying it because he didn’t know what he wanted to do so he closed his eyes and picked one), “Allegedly” has a girlfriend, Defensive about his “girlfriend” but gives 0 information about her, Constantly out with his “girlfriend”, Kind of sells weed and edibles to people from HYBE Uni

Shin Ryujin: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Sport Management Major (Studying it because she likes sports and wants to be a coach someday), Very much in love with Hwang Yeji since high school, Thinks men are gross but surrounds herself with them, Pretty laid back and chill, Friends with Y/n’s group of friends because of her girlfriend, Smokes weed with Keeho & Yeonjun on the dl

Jay Park: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Fashion Design Major (Studying because he wants to launch his own fashion house), Rich Rich like stupid Rich, Despite being rich he’s surprisingly humble compared to his friends who (jokingly I think) try to mooch off him, Acts like it’s a burden to buy or pay for things concerning his friends but doesn’t care and wants to spend his money since he knows his friends are college students trying to make it by

Jake Sim: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Computer System Analysis Major (Why? Not even he knows but he’s smart as hell so why not), Transferred from an Australian Uni this year, Roommates with Jay, Hides himself in private accounts, Mysterious, Works at a restaurant nearby

Park Sunghoon: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Dance Major (Only really studying it because of his career), Competitive Figure Skater, Socially Awkward, Has fangirls galore, Doesn’t talk about his feelings, Scared of the female gender unless it’s Wony or Ryujin the lesbian

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

A/N: There’s probably spelling errors somewhere in this post but I tried to catch & fix most of them.

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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The Cam Girl: Nero Padilla x Reader

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Nero knows you as the Cam Girl, the one that’s been sending Cara Cara’s web traffic through the roof. He doesn’t know what you get up to during your sessions, he’s never seen your work. He likes the feel of a real woman as opposed to porn, even if it’s fleeting there’s an intimacy during sex, a connection between two people. You can’t get that through a screen.

You’re one of the girls that don’t come over to Diosa when it’s offered up as a side-line to Cara Cara. Most of the other women do, but you, you stick with the cam. That intrigues him, he wonders what it is about cam work you prefer to the more lucrative stuff. When he asks around, he discovers you don’t get involved with the actual porn side of things, there’s no videos of you being fucked or fucking anyone else, there’s just that live stream going out 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. He thinks the exclusivity of that may be the key to your success, if anyone wants to see you undress, they have to pay a premium.

When you step into Diosa he almost doesn’t recognise you because whenever he’s seen you in Cara Cara, it’s been in a silk robe, with a full face of makeup. Cosmetics that he knows you don’t need because you’re stunning without it. Your entire look is completely understated, you’re wearing jeans with a black t shirt and a cobalt blue blazer that hugs you in all the right places. There’s a few sprinkles of silver jewel, studs in your ear, a couple of stacker rings but nothing overt. It’s a refreshing change from what he usually sees from the women who work and play here.

“Business or pleasure.” He asks when you walk in, his lips gracing both of your cheeks. You smile at him, and he swears to God he feels his heart stutter as you say.

“Why can’t it be both?”

It’s on the couch in his office that you describe the situation. You want to switch things up a little, attract more affluent clients, ones that are willing to spend a little more for specialised content. To do that you need a higher class of premises, all of the streaming still goes through Cara Cara’s servers, so they get the traffic, you just need a room. You think a change of routine would be good for your current subscribers and good for you.

It's that phrase his brain sticks on ‘change of routine’. It sounds odd coming from your mouth; he’s heard it before a thousand times, and it all leads back to one thing.

“Do I need to worry about you?” He asks you quietly as you sip from a cup of the finest brewed Havana beans that you’ve ever tasted. You shake your head before setting the mug back down upon the table.

“It won’t effect your business.” You reassure him with a firm tone. “And I come with my own equipment.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He says, before gesturing between the two of you. “This thing it only works if there’s trust and I know there’s something that you’re not telling me.”

It’s subtle, the tightening of your jaw but Nero sees it. He’s a savant at body language, picking up the smallest cues, he knows when someone’s hiding shit.

“One of my ‘fans’…” You use your fingers for the bunny ears. “… has been leaving gifts for me at Cara Cara.”

His eyebrows furrow into a frown as he puzzles over this information. It’s an intrusion, he knows the lines blur sometimes when it comes to selling sex. They’ve had it a few times with regulars here at Diosa, a guy that gets a little too attached or falls headlong into the girlfriend experience. It doesn’t take much to get them to back off.

“When you say gifts…” he ventures.

You stare down into the depths of your coffee cup and he sees your cheeks colour just a little.

“It started with roses being delivered to the studio and then it got more intimate.” You tell him, your thumb tapping against the ceramic. “He jerked off onto a pair of panties and left them in my car.”

In your fucking car…

Nero can’t comprehend that. He blows a breath out though his mouth and settles back into his seat. To do something like that, to find out where you were, which car was yours, to break in and leave ‘a gift’ like that, it shows a level of dedication that’s steers into obsession.

“How do you know it’s the same guy?” He asks you, placing both his hands on the back of his head as he considers this situation.

“He leaves a note.” You inform him before rolling your eyes. “Always signs off with ‘Casanova’.”

“How fucking original.” Nero remarks. “And you have no idea who he is?”

“I booted anyone I thought it was out of the chat, he shouldn’t have had access to me.” You tell him, running your hands through your hair, he reads it for what it is, a sign of agitation. Despite the fact you don’t say it, he thinks this shit must be scaring the hell out of you. “The thing is I’m careful. I don’t discuss the details of my personal life; I never name places I’ve been or anything like that. It’s not like I get recognised either. It’s not even a factor for the police, due to the nature of my profession hence why I’m here. Cara Cara have oked the move if you’re happy with the arrangement.”

“Alright.” He says, his fingertips stroking over his beard. “I’ll give you a tour of the place and if there’s a room that you think suits your needs then you can have it but there are conditions...”

“Name them.” You say leaning towards him.

“You have someone walk you to your car every night, it doesn’t matter if it’s me, one of the other girls, or a Son. Someone makes sure you get in that car safely.” He states before continuing. “And if anything happens, and I mean anything, you bring it to me. I need you to promise me on that.”

A small smile graces your features, and he wonders if you know that somehow you light up a room.

“Anybody would think you’re worried about me.” You tease him. The left side of his mouth hitches up into a smile, before his hand comes to rest on yours. It’s comforting, his thumb soothes over the hollow of your wrist and you feel the tension beginning to ebb out of your shoulders the longer you linger in his presence.

“Protecting an asset.” He says with an lilt of humour. “And you still didn’t make that promise.”

“Ok.” You say clasping his hand tightly. “I promise.”

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technicallyverycowboy · 9 months

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kinnporsche heyyy ep 8

shit i love about ep 8:

- one of the things that really helps to sell kinn and porsche being bonkers into each other is that so much of this opening sex montage is goofy. lady and the tramping a piece of bread isn't inherently or objectively hot, but they clearly think it's hot as fuck and that makes it work.

i just love how kinnporsche's sex scenes are another element of drawing out characters and their relationships. they don't feel shoehorned in because where and when and how and why characters have sex is deeply rooted in who they are. and i love that shit.

- YOK THE WINGWOMAN. tem got his heart broken by tae and time i will not be taking further questions at this time.

- THIS DATE! AHHH! first, kinn wearing porsche's outfit is dummy romantic shit. second, porsche turning into an instagram girlfriend is very gay nerves relatable. third, i'm just always a sucker for a good "i'm sorry this thing i planned was so terrible"/"idk what you're talking about i had a GREAT night" exchange.

- so yes, the fact that porsche has never gone on a single date before made my soul fully exit my body. what i particularly like about this is, again, the delicate balance this show has in terms of Why Porsche Is Nervous About This Date. i really love that his nerves aren't coming from being seen as queer, but because he's never dated another dude and he doesn't really know what he's doing. but then surprise! he wouldn't know what he was doing if kinn was a girl. it's such a good way to let porsche have some nerves about this without it being rooted in homophobia.

- given the "i didn't know you were such a slut," comment in ep 7, kinn having his own second slut behavior phone is funny as shit to me.

- pete dipping the moment it looks like they might get caught. a wingman, yes, but a survivor first and foremost. you gotta use your forearms to block those neck strikes, porsche!!

- every agonized, smitten expression that crosses kim's face when porchay is playing for him.

- porsche's fear of ghosts + that he always goes running to kinn to protect him about it. (also the shot of kinn popping back into frame with the fucking dick in his mouth is comedy gold)

- finally, justice 4 porsche's forensic artist sketch.

#kprewatch2023 #kinnporsche the series #honorable mention to tankhun being objectively correct about setting a mood for watching horror movies

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bitterkarella · 11 months

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Midnight Pals: Faust Love

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of faust Goethe: so this guy sells his soul to the devil to get the ultimate knowledge Goethe: oh the guy's name is faust by the way

Goethe: so part 1 is all about faust trying to bang this one hottie Goethe: part 2 is where we just go off the rails Goethe: he meets dante! Goethe: and the devil invents fiat currency! Goethe: we need to go back on the gold standard btw Barker: oh christ here we go

Goethe: so faust anyway is despairing about the vanity of scientific, humanistic, and religious scholarship Brian Yuzna: hey do you take creative criticism Goethe: yeah? Yuzna: this sucks

Yuzna: this is boring, people don't wanna hear about Faust the scholar Yuzna: they wanna hear about Faust the action star Goethe: Yuzna: see, what if Faust was like a vigilante with big old wolverine claws? Goethe: Goethe: that would be badass Yuzna: yes! exactly!

Yuzna: ok so what if faust sold his soul to the devil for revenge after some gangsters killed his girlfriend? Yuzna: but then the devil tricks him and is all 'ha ha now you have to kill the chinese ambassador for me!' Yuzna: 'make sure you make some wacky quips when you do it'

Goethe: why does the devil want to kill the chinese ambassador Yuzna: details! you're getting bogged down with details!

Yuzna: so the devil wants to use john jaspers to kill people Goethe: john who? Yuzna: john jaspers. that's what we call faust now Goethe: his name's not faust anymore? Yuzna: no no man get with the program! Yuzna: it's john jaspers Yuzna: we'll still call the story Faust tho

Goethe: aren't people going to be confused if we call the story faust but the guy isn't named faust? Yuzna: ok look Yuzna: when the devil kills him, we'll have him buried under a tombstone that says 'faust' Yuzna: happy?

Goethe: Goethe: but if his name is john jaspers why would the tombstone say Yuzna: oh my god i can't work under these conditions

Yuzna: ok so the devil has this sexy assistant with big tits Edward Lee: yeah boi Yuzna: you like that? well hold on to your hats Yuzna: cuz you're gonna love this

Yuzna: you like when a girl has big tits? Lee: you know it Yuzna: ok so picture this Yuzna: what if she turns into a wet blob monster made out of giant tits and ass cheeks Lee: Yuzna: pretty hot huh? Lee: Lee: Lee: i can work with that

Hailey Piper: i feel like this story is missing something Yuzna: what's that? Piper: dunno, just feeling the absence of a something that should have a certain thrill Yuzna: what Piper: and a certain smell Yuzna: what are you talking about Cynthia Pelayo: NO

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #clive barker #edward lee #hailey piper #cynthia pelayo #brian yuzna

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djhamaradio · 3 months

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I do not have a brand because I am not a corporation.

I lost my job recently and had to log back into my LinkedIn account. The whole thing felt forced and weird because I never use the app and I never post anything and suddenly I posted an alert showing I was open for work. The whole process felt weird because everyone in my network seemed to be confused because everyone on there is an ace at networking and using their personal brands to show people what they have going on in their work lives and I felt like a faker. Same way I feel when I am told I am not effectively branding my radio show and my escapades in the record digging world to become a vinyl influencer (not sure if that exists). The whole thing has me depressed because I get the feeling my inactivity is not helping with my job prospects. And no matter what advice I read on Forbes or whatever blog about personal marketing I’m never going to be good at it. I lack the brand consistency or whatever it’s called because ultimately I am not that committed to this world of personal branding. The article above from the wonderful folks at Vox reminds me that this is one of the legacies of late market capitalism everyone is merely a sellout but we don’t have interests or passions anymore everything we do or say has to be leveraged for likes and followers. The thing I find most intriguing about this world is the pervasisveness of hucksterism, and just pure fakery. I find people employing awful vague corporte phrases like maximizing productivity to describe their day to day lives.I find people posting shit about how one can leverage their brand to build a following that will lead them to make a living off social media. it is all disgusting but more than anything speaks to just how much consumerism, and capitlism in general has infected every sacred facet of human life. We have all become brands, and as brands your ultimate goal is to sell, sell and sell. Sell agressively, sell even if it means lying and sell with your consumer in mind. I look at myself I truly joined social media to connect with friends, at some point I left Facebook because my conservative family had joined and thewas now on they had an issue with my Halloween costume (Me dressed as a member of De La Soul and my girlfriend at the time in. slutty Nun costume), so I deleted the account and stuck with IG. On IG aI liked sharing music banter, odd ball humour and rap references with my small cast of friends who get it, and I use it to let people know when my radio show is on. My show is decently popular and I dont make a living doing it, I do DJ gigs on the side and I make decent guap doing it but would absolutely never do that for a living. The DJ gig funds the record collecting, and the radio show is a creative outlet that is all it is. I dont give a shit about branding, even though in a sense I am acting like a brand but I am not selling you anything. I put myself out there simply to say hey check out what I am doing and let me know if you fuck with it other than that no biggie. I aint out here saying if you listen to my radioshow your dick will grow bigger, all the chicks will like you and I am offering somekind of solution to one of lifes ills. My purpose is simply to say hey dont know what you doing but tune into my non-commercial uninterrupted absolutley amteurish radio show where you get to hear me play funk, soul, jazz and african music, for its on sake and not to sell but plugs or lawn mowers. The branding shit is particularly insidious because it makes us forget that there was a time when people congregated because they shared deep interests outside of the capitalist objective, think about stamp collectors, book clubs, bowling leagues and in my case a group of guys who drive around the midwest frequenting record stores spending huge amounts of hours scouring dollar record bins for prized records (This is also a dying art but I digress). I think at the heart of it social media has democratized aspects of the creative world. I just want to live in a world where I am not a brand.

#duppy echoes #djhamaradio #college radio #late market capitalism #the internet #influencer culture

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the-cooler-kira · 2 years

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Of All People || Eddie Munson x Reader (2/2)

cw: female reader, fluff, swearing, unedited

summary: eddie realises something's up and goes to visit you; mike and dustin finally find out whats been going on with him

a/n: eddie has a special place in my heart i swear

Part 1 | MASTERLIST

Little did you know, Gareth was walking by the moment you decided to defend your boyfriend.

In fact, he took it upon himself to ask Eddie about it. Nobody knew about your relationship, not a soul. Nobody from your theatre club. Nobody from his Hellfire club. No close friends. No teachers. Certainly nobody else. Nobody. Hence Gareth's confusion.

He quickly sat down at his usual seat, noticing Dustin and Mike were whispering amongst themselves while Eddie looked even more on edge than usual. What the hell is going on? He debated whether it was worth mentioning you or not... he did it anyway.

“So, Eddie, I know you don’t care for gossip and all that crap.” He began, trying to put it in an interesting way. All eyes (of the table) were on him as Eddie motioned for him to keep talking. “That Y/N L/N girl was standing up for you just now.”

He looked all too smug for Eddie’s liking, but remained quiet. Instead he opted to give him a confused look; playing dumb.

“What did she say?” Mike asked after sharing an unreadable expression with Dustin.

Gareth turned to look at them. “She said something about how he’s the nicest person in the school, especially compared to the rest of her theatre club.” He looked around at the priceless faces of his fellow club members, they were all speechless in their own ways. Jeff and the person sat next to him looked as if this was the best thing to happen to them, even if they weren’t involved. Dustin and Mike were both secretly coming up with more educated theories to their investigation.

Then there was Eddie Munson himself, sitting at the head of the table like he always does. He barely blinked as he stared at Gareth, looking him up and down. “So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’!?” He yelled, a few people turning around and judging him before continuing what they were doing.

“What? Why should I care about that?” Eddie folded his arms and leaned forward.

“I’m just saying-”

“Maybe she’s into you!” Dustin interjected, cutting Gareth off. Well, you kind of have to be. But they don’t need to know that.

“What?” Both Eddie and Mike scowled.

“That’s what I’m saying, man!” Gareth defended this idea with his life.

“Or maybe, just maybe,” Eddie began, standing up. “Hear me out, boys. Maybe, she’s doing the bare fucking minimum and being nice. Ever thought about that? Hm?”

Nobody knew how to respond to that. Silence.

“Yeah, of course you didn’t.” He sat back down and the atmosphere was tense.

That was close.

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Later, after school, Eddie was sitting in his van waiting for you so you could hang out at his place. Unusual. You don’t normally take this long. Where are you?

His leg was bouncing out of nervousness and habit. That was when he heard a voice yell, “hey, Munson!” It was some guy from the basketball team that did theatre on occasion for extra credit, who happened to be in the hall when you were defending your boyfriend.

“I’m not selling.” Eddie spat, he was still on edge from wondering where you were, not even looking at the random jock.

“And I’m not buying.”

“What the hell do you want then?”

“You might like to know that your little girlfriend of yours has gone home, she left at lunch.”

“Girlfriend?” Eddie echoed.

“Yeah. Y/N L/N.” Just like Gareth earlier, he sounded all too smug for his liking, but this jock didn’t have any good intentions. Pure malice behind a seemingly neutral conversation. When Eddie didn’t respond, he continued, “oh so you’re telling she just defended you when you guys have never interacted? Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on.” His bluff was trying to get under the metalhead’s skin, and it was working.

However, instead of speaking, Eddie started the van and sped off.

“Watch it, freak!” The jock yelled after nearly getting run over.

Why did you leave? What the hell happened? Did someone hurt you? If he finds out someone has laid so much as a hair on you, they were going to die. At this rate, he didn’t care if he gets relentlessly bullied as long as you’re safe. In his eyes, it’s worth it.

He finally pulled up to your house, noticing that your parents car was there so he remained parked on the street. Already knowing his way around, he climbed over the back garden’s fence and got up on top of the garage so he could sneak into your open bedroom window. He was so focused on making sure you were okay that he didn’t notice Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max watching from the Wheelers’ house.

You lived directly across the street from the Wheeler family.

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“Babe? You in here?” Eddie called out as he not-so-gracefully clambered through the window.

“Eds?” You responded from your ensuite bathroom as you had just gotten out the bath, in hopes of calming yourself down. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing! Weren’t we supposed to go to my place tonight?”

“Oh shit- I am so sorry, I totally forgot. I left at the beginning of lunch,” you chuckled nervously, trying to think of an excuse because you knew he was going to ask anyway.

“Yeah, I heard.” Oh.

“How?”

“Some asshole trying to get under my skin,” he scoffed. You gave him a concerned and knowing look. “Don’t worry I didn’t fight him.”

“Good-”

“Just nearly ran him over, is all.” He laughed as he stalked his way over to you.

“Eddie!” You couldn’t resist laughing at his all too proud expression and stride.

“What?” He was standing less than a foot away from you, arms crossed over his chest, and a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Your laughter was almost better than music to him, not that he’d ever admit that. “C’mere, I missed you.” He opened his arms and wrapped them tightly around your shoulders, a hand landing on the top of your head.

You, of course, gladly accepted the hug and wrapped both arms around his torso. Your face rested against his chest, a faint smell of weed and cologne absorbed your senses as you closed your eyes in the comfort in your boyfriend’s arms.

“I also heard that you were defending me today, is that true?” He mumbled against your hair.

“Maybe,” you answered somehow quieter than normal, but loud enough that he could still hear you.

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why would you risk defending me?”

“Are you seriously asking that!?” You pulled away so you could look up at him, yet you both kept your arms around each other. You’ve never seen him look so serious. “Whether or not they know we’re together, I can’t just stand by and listen to those pricks put shit on your name when you’re literally the most genuine person in that hell hole!”

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your anger hot, and his heart swelled at the thought of you caring so deeply for him.

"I don't care what they think about me," you continued. "It's not fair that they judge you without even knowing you. I just- I don't know. I couldn't stand to be around them any longer, so I ended up here." You averted your gaze to look anywhere else, a little embarrassed that they got to you so easily.

"Well, for what it's worth, I appreciate it Y/N. Seriously." He smiled down at you, slowly tilting your head so you made eye contact once more. As if his genuine personality wasn't irresistible enough, the way he looked at you like you were a goddess made your knees weak.

You shared a smile before you both leaned in and slowly kissed each other, you could never get enough of his kisses, even if they tended to taste like tobacco or whatever energy drink and junk food he’s consumed.

“Anyways, what do you wanna do? I’m sure you’re bored by now, what with you leaving at lunch and all that.”

You let go of him and lightly hit him with no real force before shaking your head and laughing.

“Oh no, I’m so hurt.” He deadpanned, still sporting a stupid smile.

“Watch it, Munson.”

“Or what, L/N?”

“I’ll hit you for real,” you joked.

“Doubt it’ll hurt though.” It was his turn to remove his arms from around you, but he still stood close.

“You calling me weak?” You put a hand on your chest in mock offense.

“Nope,” he said. “Just fragile.”

“That’s the same thing!” You protested as you went to sit down on your bed, close to the window. Eddie’s eyes never left you. You would often catch him staring at you, whether it was your whole figure, your alluring eyes, or your perfect lips that would usually end up swollen after most make-out sessions with him. That just made you more attractive to him, knowing you were his.

You patted the space next to you as you got comfortable, indicating you wanted him to cuddle with you.

“Music first.” He walked over to your dresser and tuned the radio to the nearest station that played metal. “Don’t want your parents finding out I’m here.”

“Isn’t metal a bit obvious then? Also, if they look outside won’t they see your van parked right outside the house?” You asked, pointing out obvious faults in his plan. Your parents would kill you if they found out you had a boy in the house, let alone your bedroom, especially because they’re the a part of the majority that thinks the Hellfire club is a cult.

He looked out the window to now realise where he parked, and you were right. However, he wasn’t concerned about that. No, he was more concerned about the nosey teenagers watching from the window across the street. The nosey teenagers that he recognised to be Mike and his friends.

Instead of responding to you poking holes in his cover-up, he got closer to the window.

“Eddie?” His lack of response was starting to worry you.

“Huh?” He finally looked back at you, but his body still faced the window.

“Are you alright?” You sat up, concern evident in your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He shook his head and looked out the window once more. That’s when he made direct eye contact with Dustin Henderson himself, who’s eyes nearly popped out their socket when he realised and closed the curtains as if that would convince Eddie they weren’t spying on him. “Stupid kids.” He muttered.

“What did you say, babe?” The mild pet name was just enough to get him to snap out of it and finally lay with you.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, wrapped his arms around your waist, and let his body relax with a deep breath. “You never told me you lived across from Mike.”

“I thought you knew, this isn’t the first time you’ve been here.”

“Fair enough,” he began. “I only just realised because I saw him and his friends through the window.” That’s odd.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He thought nothing of it because he had never been inside their house, but you had. You knew that Mike’s bedroom wasn’t at the front of the house.

“Did they see you climb through my window?”

“Prob’ly not, why?”

“They’re obviously spying then. They know.”

“How would they know?”

“The only bedroom at the front of the house is Nancy’s.” You revealed.

“How do you know that?” He finally looked up at you, obviously confused as to how and why you know the layout of their house.

“First of all, we’re neighbours. Second, did you not see the interior? I highly doubt Mike would have pink walls and posters of different so-called attractive guys over them. Third, I’m friends with her and I used to go over there when she couldn’t leave the house if she was baby-sitting the boys. There used to be four of them, but one moved. As did Mike’s girlfriend. They’re all grown up now though-”

“Alright, you’ve made your point. How did I not know you were friends with Nancy? Of all people?” He sat on top of you and cut off your rambling to judge your taste in friends, but when you stuck up for her he regretted his decision. “Well, at least I know you actually defend people you care about even if they’re not around.”

“Of course I do!”

“Still love you for that, by the way.” He commented, pressing a much quicker kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too.” You lovingly rolled your eyes.

The two of you continued talking about anything and everything, almost forgetting about the little detectives across the street. Almost. Eddie made a mental note to talk to Dustin and Mike about it.

Of all people to spy on him and invade his privacy, he never thought it would be Dustin and Mike.

At the same time, they thought out of all people to be a couple, they never thought a semi-popular theatre girl would get with an eccentric metalhead.

Neither of you would have it any other way, but maybe keeping a closer eye on the younger teenagers.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fluff #eddie x reader #mike wheeler #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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