#♡ chey

[96z]

💿💖 teehee hi nayaaaa

cheyyyyy 🥹🫶🏼 it’s gonna have to be exo’s sing for you HOWEVER the red summer (rv) was a huge contender solely for the watermelon features hehehe

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This changed my life in all honesty 🥵🥵

shifting - m.s.

summary: invisalign matt <3

cw: kissing, oral, sex, invisalign kink?

wc: 2.7k

loosely inspired by take it or leave it by @plasticferal , mostly inspired by how horny matt with aligners makes me.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The sound of Matt absentmindedly pulling his invisalign tray off of his teeth and then pushing it back on filled the room, and you felt like you were about to explode if he did it again. He wasn’t even aware he was being so loud, his attention focused on whatever was on his phone that he held in front of him. You were both laying in his bed on top of the covers, having finished watching a movie around thirty minutes ago, now just doing your side by side doom scrolling in silence, or what was supposed to be silence.

You turn your head to the left to look at him, a slight look of annoyance on your face as you glare at his side profile. He doesn’t notice, still too caught up in his phone, fingers still toying with the tray in his mouth, clicking the bottom one on and off of the attachments on his molars. That was one of the nice things about Matt and his brothers being in the public eye, the fact that they didn’t have any of their attachments visible on the front of their teeth, leaving their smile otherwise smooth and normal when their trays weren’t in, however the downside was watching them stick their fingers so far in their mouth every time they wanted to take them out. Now was no exception, Matt’s thumb tucked into his mouth as he clicked, and then bit down, and then clicked, and bit down.

“Are your teeth hurting you?” You asked suddenly, breaking the silence between you both. He’s caught off guard when you speak up, turning to face you with a confused look. “What? No, why?” Matt responds in his soft spoken voice, pulling his hand away from his mouth.

“Because you haven’t stopped playing with your fucking trays for the last twenty minutes,” you tell him, flopping your phone on your chest. “I can’t focus on anything.”

“Sorry,” Matt smiles sheepishly, setting his phone down as well. “I’ve had this tray in for a couple weeks and I’m about to switch it out. Doesn’t hurt so… sometimes I just fiddle with it I guess.”

Truthfully, this conversation opened the door to a topic that had always piqued your interest, and maybe you brought it up for more reasons than how annoying the sound of his repetitive actions were. “It doesn’t hurt?” You ask him, looking away from his eyes to look at his mouth. When he notices your gaze shift, he shoots you a large grin to show off all of his almost perfect teeth covered in the clear plastic. “No,” he says, chomping his teeth together a couple times. “When I change it, it’ll hurt for a few days, but I’m used to it.”

You nod, still staring at his mouth as he spoke. “What does it… I dunno.. feel like?” You ask him, meeting his eyes once again. “The outside?” Matt clarifies, and you nod. “Just like plastic. Makes my teeth dull. You wanna feel it?”

You’re a big caught off guard by his offer and you can’t help it when your ears start to heat up, feeling embarrassed that you’d even brought this up in the first place. “Feel your teeth?” You clarified, and he nods at you. You hesitate and he notices, reaching down to grab your hand. “Come on, I won’t bite,” he teases, and your cheeks darken even further as he pulls your hand up to his lips, parting them so you can run your finger over the aligners gently. For some reason, the close contact sent a small shiver down your spine, not used to being this close to Matt.

You realize after almost a minute of running your finger over his teeth that you’ve zoned out and you pull your hand away from him slowly, bringing it back to your own body. “Weird,” is all you can come up with to fill the void, looking back into his bright blue eyes that stared over at you, waiting for your reaction. “Does it affect when you like… kiss girls?” Matt’s eyes widen slightly at your unexpected question, his own cheeks taking a turn at heating up. “I’ve never really kissed anyone with them in,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders shyly. “So I wouldn’t know.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly, nodding towards him. He mimics your action, feeling a palpable tension settle in his bedroom. He’s got an offer sitting on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t quite force himself to say it, feeling like he might ruin everything you guys have worked so hard to create in the years that you’ve been friends. You turn your head back towards the ceiling, staring up at it as your mind raced along with your heart, wondering what on earth has got you so intrigued about this interaction. There was always an underlying attraction towards Matt, but ever since he started his treatment, you couldn’t help but find the way he looked with his aligners oddly sexy. The way he laughed or smiled, the way he ran his tongue over his top teeth just to get a feel for them, the way he had a slight lisp any time he spoke; it all made you hyper aware of how attractive Matt really was. You’re not given much time to overthink when Matt clears his throat, grabbing your attention again. “You wanna find out?” He asks you, voice full of faux confidence that you could see right through.

You turn back to face him, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Find what out?” You ask cluelessly.

“You know…” he starts, confidence fading quickly. “How it feels to kiss.”

Oh, you think. That’s what he meant.

You stare at him for a few moments before silently nodding your head, not trusting your voice enough to speak. You genuinely did want to know what it felt like to kiss somebody with invisalign, if it felt any different, but more than that you wanted to know what it felt like to kiss Matt. You’d thought about it more than you care to admit out loud, or even to yourself.

Matt’s initiating the kiss, turning himself on his side to look down at you from where you still lay next to him, eyes staring up at him patiently. “You sure?” He asks quietly, wanting clarification before he crosses the line you both can’t come back from, and once again you shoot him a small nod, and it’s enough for him to lean down and close the distance, lips pressing gently onto yours.

It’s slow and soft the way his mouth moves against yours and the way his hand comes up to rest on your cheek, like he’s afraid of moving too quickly, afraid of shattering the environment. Matt’s heart is hammering in his chest as you kiss, unable to hide his nervousness when your own hand comes up to rest on his neck, pulse racing under your palm, holding him close to you, letting him know to stay exactly where he was.

The kiss was good, amazing even, but it was too tentative and wasn’t giving you what you were looking for, so when Matt’s lips parted for a split second, you took that as your opportunity to slide your tongue between them and press against his, pulling him into you a little bit harder as you both became more desperate, breaths becoming harsher.

His hand slid from your cheek and moved to the bed next to you, using it to hold himself above you as the kiss deepened, the sounds of your lips parting and reattaching and your staggered breathing filling the otherwise quiet room. In a moment of slowed intensity, you let the nagging voice in your head take control, hand coming around Matt’s face to grip at his jaw to hold him in place. Keeping your mouths pressed together, you ran your tongue slowly over his top row of teeth, feeling the dull plastic that he had described, the sensation sending a trail of goosebumps down your arms. You could hear the small, shocked gasp that Matt sucked in as you licked over his teeth, his eyes cracking open to peer down at you once you pulled away, entranced by how pleased you looked.

You opened your own eyes and smiled bashfully back at him, clearing your throat awkwardly. “I don’t… I don’t think I got a good enough feel,” you tell him, gliding your hand back around to the back of his neck, applying a bit of pressure. “No?” Matt asks sweetly with a slight tilt of his head. “Here, maybe this will help.”

His eyes flutter shut again as he dips back down to connect your lips again, rougher this time as you both become more comfortable with each other. Matt only kisses you for a few seconds before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth along it carefully, eliciting a small moan to slip from your throat. He releases your puffy lip and smirks down at you, tucking his face along your jawline as he starts to place small kisses on your skin until he reaches your neck, teeth gently biting at the warm skin. “Matt,” you whine, trying to press up into him more.

His only response is a small hum against you, his mouth kissing further down your neck until he reaches your collarbone, rounded teeth dragging against your skin as he descended. “You wanna know what they feel like, right?” Matt asks, slightly breathless. You nod, tilting your head down to look at him as he grabs the hem of your shirt and shoves it as high as he can, his movements pausing as he stared down at your chest. “Why are you not wearing a bra?”

Your bottom lip pouts out slightly as you watch him stare down at you, his hands moving to slide up your stomach, fingertips pressing into you like he was savoring every inch of skin he could touch. “I wanted to be comfortable,” you tell him, voice whiny. “Fuck,” is all he says before he leans his head back down and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking harshly so the skin glides between his teeth, his groan sending a vibration through your chest. You’re instantly moaning, hand coming up to rest on the back of his head, your back arching to press your chest into him further.

His mouth felt like velvet around you, tongue working against the hardened nub that was pulled into his mouth, his hand kneading into your breast that wasn’t in his mouth. “Matt,” you whimper again desperately, holding him close while your hips searched for friction from his thigh that he rested between your legs. Matt felt like he was in heaven, face buried in the chest of the woman that he’d craved for so long. He was content just staying like this, sucking on your perfect tits until he died, or until you got sick of him. He could never get sick of this.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” You groaned out. His cock strained against his underwear at your words, feeling lightheaded from the lack of blood rushing to his head. Matt couldn’t believe he was experiencing the honor of having you moan out his name, and he was committed to dragging it out as long as he could.

He pops his lips off of you and drags his tongue over your nipple slowly before he lifts himself up to look down at you. “It’ll feel so much better when I’m eating you out,” he grins, sliding his long, slender fingers down your torso again until they stop at your pants, keeping eye contact with you. You don’t have to be told twice, nodding your head at him to indicate your willingness and he scoots down on the bed and pulls your pants with him, leaving you with your shirt bunched up on your chest and your cute, pink panties covering your already soaked pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on you. If I knew all I had to do was wear my invisalign around you I would’ve done it a lot sooner.” Matt’s almost talking to himself while he maneuvers his body between your legs, pushing them apart with his own knees as he settles down, sliding his hands up your thighs greedily. “God, your body is so fucking perfect, wanna worship you so bad. So pretty.”

You’d almost forgotten the origin of this encounter already, having to remind yourself that you were nearly naked in front of your best friend because of his orthodontic treatment, though his words only make you wetter, the mix of his dominance and his praise causing the hair to stand up on your arms. “God, Matt, please don’t be all talk. I need you to make me feel good,” you tell him honestly, pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch as he rubbed and squeezed on your thighs, seemingly entranced by the way your body moved under his touch. It looks like it takes a concerning amount of effort for Matt to pull his eyes away from your core and up to your own, a lazy grin forming on his face. “Okay,” he agrees, shifting his knees down so he can lay below you, spreading your legs farther apart.

One of his hands comes up to push your thong to the side, exposing your drooling center, begging to be devoured by him. “Holy fuck,” Matt groans out, wasting no time as he closed the distance, his eyes fluttering shut as your taste flooded his senses. You immediately dropped back down onto your back as his mouth sucked your clit between his lips enthusiastically, being mindful of how sensitive you were when he pressed forward a little more to allow your skin to come into contact with his covered teeth.

Teeth were never a thing for you before, but watching Matt’s get prettier and prettier and seeing the confidence that came along with his new smile, it did something to you, and that something was the same reason you were grinding your hips up into Matt’s face as he ate you out, tongue running over your clit. “Yes, yes, oh my god,” you babbled loudly, fervently. His pace never faltered, even when he brought his fingers up to your entrance and slipped them inside of you.

He was sloppy with the way that he was eating your pussy, though not in a way that felt unsatisfactory, but in the way that had you unsuspecting of each movement and had your eyes rolling back in your head. Matt’s fingers worked inside you leisurely as his tongue and lips stimulated your swollen clit, bringing you towards your peak faster than anyone had before. “Oh my god, Matt, I’m so close. Please don’t stop,” you beg, hand pressing him down into you as your hips rolled with the movements of his fingers, feeling your thighs start to shake on either side of his head.

Matt hummed against you, ripping a cry from your throat as your orgasm slammed into you, your body trembling with aftershocks as his mouth didn’t let up. “Matt,” you whine, grabbing his forehead and applying a bit of pressure until he pulled off with his own groan of disapproval. He moved his head over to the crease of your thigh, letting his teeth dig into you slightly, the sensation obviously feeling more dull than you’re used to, but you also felt way more into it at the thought of the reason why. He happily sucked a small mark into your skin the best he could with his aligners, pulling away after a few moments to admire it before he turned his attention.

Matt felt like he was kicked in the chest for a second as he laid eyes on you, your red cheeks and tired grin causing his heart to stop momentarily. “I’m, uh.. never taking these out ever again when you’re around, I hope you know that.” He tells you.

You’re laughing at his comment, but you couldn’t help but hope he was telling the truth. “As long as we get to do this again, that’s fine.”

a/n: nice and short! sorry if it’s boring it’s not my favorite thing I e ever written but invisalign matt is my origin story.

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♡‧₊˚ New post here

(babydaddy!Chris x sweetheart!Reader)

I had to break the list into two because I ran out of room lol

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♡‧₊˚ New Post Here

(babydaddy!Chris x sweetheart!Reader)

I had to break the list into two because I ran out of room lol

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I just love her sm! 🥹

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔! Trying to act like he didn’t just fantasize about you and got rock hard in the process.

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. Heavily «𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅» «𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟗𝟓𝟔

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language!

"Yeah, so, I was walking past this huge guy, like he was almost 7 feet—" "You’re short, maybe that’s why he seemed huge." Chris’ words halted your hands, stopping your expressive gestures.

You stared at him with a deadpanned look, "I know you’re not talking." After a few silent seconds, Matt and Nick – who sat in the backseat – burst out laughing. Chris, himself, couldn’t help a chuckle as he looked away. "Damn," he muttered under his breath as he adjusted himself in his seat.

Only a few minutes more of talking and Chris interrupted you again, burping loudly all while looking at you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath while he apologized, laughing hysterically. Your own lips twitched with a small smirk, but who could blame you? His laugh was contagious.

"Now I know why Matt hates to sit here," you sighed, slumping back against the seat as you put your hands on your face.

Chris’ laughter slowly faded, his eyes slowly raked over your body, taking in the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the small sliver of skin as your shirt rode up, the swell of your breasts— What is he thinking? He mentally scolded himself.

He could feel a slight stirring in his pants... No. Fucking. Way.

He cursed under his breath as he felt himself growing hard, stiff even. His sweats started to tighten up in the middle, the fabric taut around his crotch. He was thankful that he had his hoodie on his lap, otherwise, you would’ve seen the huge tent in his sweatpants.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

A few agonizing minutes passed by, and Chris’ breathing pattern had changed drastically. It had become more shallow, like he was out of breath.

He adjusted himself every few minutes, effectively hiding the evidence of his desires. Surprisingly enough, neither you, Matt or Nick noticed it. Lucky for him.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝟏𝟎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Can you get me some snacks, the usual." You said handing Nick your card. They had told you and Chris that they were gonna go to the supermarket just around the corner to get a few things.

Chris’ eyes didn’t leave you, his mind obviously somewhere else as he adjusted himself yet again.

"So, you remember what I told you the other day?" You nudged Chris’ arm and started to ramble on about some random incident you probably had told him already.

He nodded along, muttering yeah’s and mhm’s. His eyes though, they were travelling allll over you. He would catch his eyes drifting down to your lips every few seconds and his gaze sometimes even lingered on your chest a little too long, but you were none the wiser.

Your hands flailed as you expressed your emotions with them, yapping about various things from your perspective in an oddly expressive way Chris loved so much.

He listened to you talk, but was he really listening? Well... he might be a little too caught up in the way your lips moved as you talked to understand your words... Yikes.

He breathed slowly to calm himself down, taking deep breaths as he looked at you. His eyes dropped down to your lips before travelling back to your eyes.

This was bad. Really bad.

Chris’ erection was almost painful now, straining against the fabric of his sweats and to add to his distress, he had made the stupid decision to go commando.

His chest rose and fell slowly and heavily, taking deep breaths as he rested his head against the headrest, looking directly at you... Or well, at your lips.

He wanted to kiss you so badly— What the fuck’s wrong with him? Chris cursed himself internally, feeling his precum slowly soaking the fabric of his sweats.

Just then, Matt and Nick got back in the car, handing Chris a can of Pepsi and you, your snacks.

"Why’s your chest heaving like that? like you just ran five miles?" Nick chuckled in confusion as he opened his can of soda.

Chris’ gaze raked over your body one last time before reluctantly shifting to Nick, a small grin on his lips as he responded to Nick in a playful manner, not betraying his growing desperation or need to have your pretty lips wrapped around his aching cock— Fuuuck. He groaned internally.

Despite trying his best to stop himself from thinking all those things and fantasizing about you, his gaze drifted to you every few minutes.

Eyes never lie huh? So does his dick apparently.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

Your gaze finally zeroed in on the bulge on his lap despite his hoodie being there in a futile attempt to hide it.

Oh?

You quickly took your gaze back up and saw him already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face before he looked away and back at Matt who nudged him to get his attention.

He adjusted himself again, pulling the hoodie on his lap down a bit on accident before quickly putting it back in place, but not before you caught a glimpse of the small blotch of wetness that had formed close to the waistband of his sweatpants along with the clear imprint of his dick.

You could feel your stomach swarm with butterflies and an awfully familiar wetness pooling in your panties as you shifted your position in the driver’s seat.

The air felt a tad bit more electric when you made eye contact with him. You could now clearly see the dilated pupils and his heavy breathing and the way his gaze drifted to your lips every few seconds.

Something shifted between you both in that moment. A sexual tension that wasn’t there before, but neither of you spoke up on it the rest of the night.

You were friends, after all... Right?

𓆩♡𓆪

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fav new writer??

I'm pretty new myself but I'd have to say @sagesturns! She deserves a lot more credit! 🫶🏻

[howspital]

✦ — doll / puppet npts ₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎

requested by anon

names ﹔

doll , marionette , puppette , dollia , dollette , porceline , figurina , dolly , ragdoll , dollina , dolllet , angaline , lala , pupella , joujou , muñeca , marioneta , annabelle , statuette , mari , lacey , marianne , millie , lolttie , lala , puppetina , poppy , lyra , bonnie , angie , almond , lilo , bibi

pronouns ﹔

doll / dolls , string / strings , puppet / puppets , coquette / coquettes , lace / laces , lolita / lolitas , frill / frills , balljoint / balljointed , antique / antiques , thread / threads , sh♡ / h♡r , h♡ / h♡m , kyu / kyus , che / ches , shwe / shwer , hwe / hwm , chey / chem , ribbon / ribbons , shey / shem , ti / ny

titles ﹔

the doll , the puppet , the one on strings , the toy , prn who is ball jointed , the dress up doll , the puppet doll , prn who is made of porcelain , the * being controlled with strings , prns dollieness , the puppet on / off strings , the porcelain puppet , the doll on / off strings , the marionette

* — can be changed to anything

[discardead]

···　✧✦✧　···　Melon Soda, Cherry & Cream NPUT

Requested by anonymous!

Cherry. Cheryl. Cheri. Cherie. Melon. Melonia. Melona. Melo. Meloma. Melofie. Melodia. Melody. Soda. Fizz. Fizzly. Fizzier. Sodafie. Socherié. Socheri. Socherry. Cheroda. Cherythia. Sodamie. Creame. Creme. Creameria. Crémea. Cremthia. Cherieam. Cherrim. Cheriem. Cheriam. Meloream. Melchie. Meloché. Melochia. Chersoda. Cher. Chier. Chierna. Cherco. Cherime. Chersea.

che/cher. che/chem. chey/chem. cher/ry. cher/cherry. chi/chir. chy/chyr. mel/mels. mel/melon. soda/sodas. le/ler. fi/fizz. cre/cream. yu/yum. yum/yummy. swe/sweet. su/sugar. syu/syur. mye/myes. fie/fier. cre/creme.

cherriesth. cherrygfie. cherrygf. cherrybf. cherrybfie. cherryeams. cherrysized. cherrysie. melonsie. melonsized. meloonda. cherripaw. melonpaws. melopawed. sodacherry. cherrisoda. sodafizzd. swdaboy. swdagirl. creamchry. chryccrm. chrycream. sodafilled. cherrypill. melonccrm. melonchry. ccreamsoda. cherrykiss. chrykissed. melonkiss. melokisssed. cherryhrt. melonsda. cchryme.

The Little Lad who loves Cherries and Cream. Prn* with a Plate of Cherries & Cream. The Sweetest Cherry (of All). Prn* Melon Soda. The Fizz in prn* Melon Soda. The Cherry of the Cream. Prn* Cherry-filled Heart. The [noun]'s Creamy Heart. Prn* who sips on Sweetness. The Cherry-Cream Soul. Prn*/The Sweetness of Melon Soda. Prn* Sweetness like Melon Soda. Prn* who loves Cream / Cherries / Melon Soda. Prn* Embodiment of Melon Soda / Cherries & Cream. The Melon in Soda. The Cherries to Cream. Prn* who is a Melon Soda / Cherries & Cream. Prn* who is Sweeter than Cherries & Cream. The foam of Melon Soda.

Thank you to my friend for helping me out with the titles ♡

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moots ♡

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[cheyandyukisystem]

Welcome to my blogs! These blogs are run by a system, but mainly by the subsystem with the "Chey alters". I'm 16 years old (bodily, not as an alter). Trigger warnings apply for all blogs, because vents/vent art is commonly reblogged and/or posted on all of them.

Here's a list of our blogs:

@cheyandyukisystem ― Main blog, mainly used for reblogging any random thing there isn't a specific blog for.

@cheyandyukisystem-artblog ― The blog used for posting art, especially of the 0:00 story.

@cheyandyukisystem-streamblog ― A blog for things relating to my streams and VTube character.

@cheyandyukisystem-girlykeiblog ― The blog focusing on girly kei (ガーリー系) fashion. Anything with jirai mentioned in the post may not be reblogged to avoid associating girly with jirai. However, vent art may still be reblogged.

@cheyandyukisystem-tenshiblog ― The blog focusing on the mizuiro (水色) aesthetic.

@cheyandyukisystem-ngoblog ― The blog for reblogging posts relating to Needy Girl Overdose (Needy Streamer Overload).

@cheyandyukisystem-venomblog ― Blog for posting/reblogging posts related to the book series Venom Kyuuaisei Shoujo Shoukougun (ベノム　求愛性少女症候群). Since the three song Shippaisaku Shoujo, Darling Dance, and Venom are the songs of the three main characters, posts related to those songs will also be reblogged/posted.

@cheyandyukisystem-mesmerizerblog ― A blog for things related to the song Mesmerizer (メズマライザー) by satsuki

@cheyandyukisystem-yunyunblog ― A blog for the game Yunyun Syndrome?! Rhythm Psychosis.

@cheyandyukisystem-musicblog ― A blog for posting about music I like and accomplishments in rhythm games.

@cheyandyukisystem-jiraiblog ― A blog focusing on the jirai (地雷) subculture as well as for venting and sometimes rambling about random things. This blog will have a large amount of possibly triggering content compared to the rest, so proceed with caution.

Some other alters might post on any blog, and if they do, it will be marked either in tags or in the post itself with an emoji signifying who they are. Reblogs of posts with no commentary will not be marked with emojis.

⚪ ― Yuki

🌠 ― Starry

♡/🌃 ― Chey (♡)

⬛/None (STARTING AFTER 4/14/24) ― Chey (✕)

We have a linktree for all of our accounts, as well as a music playlist and a discord server for many things. All are welcome to the server.

Thanks for visiting!〜☆♡

[yoohyeon]

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♡ CC moots please use the tag #Korimilook! on ALL your content if I don’t Stan it will simply be reblogged to @/mlnhyuks ! ♡

[florescita]

hruuu grayhhyyy 🤓🤓🙏🙏

( My ass got that pic from insta ur welcome )

uhh I had no other pic to choose so…..

hie chei 🐑 im oki wbu !!♡♡

[atsubie]

Hruuuubbgg

I miss u sm

IMETTOOOOLO☹️

i miss you too my glorious beloved chei

LETS INTERLOCK HANDS AND JUMP IN A CIRCLE AND SAY YAY AND SING A HAPPY SONG>_<

im good i think.... schools been okay but ive been little upset recently

on a scale 1-10 on a daily average im at about a 5..... coming on here makes my day a little better though

LOVE YOU AND LOVE YLOU ALL^_^♡♡

[sturnmeovr]

♡‧₊˚ New Post Here!

(Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader)

Sorry for the last post :( I know I said it'd be out yesterday but ya girl is battling with Influenza A and strep throat. Fun fact - tonsils and adenoids can grow back😩

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[cycat-carisi]

Meant to Bee

Chapter 1: 1x01 - Moment of Beauty (Pilot)

Pairing: Jonah Simms x f!reader (OC)

Summary: Jonah is new to Cloud 9. You are a grad student working your way through school. Your goals take priority while Jonah's don't have much direction. With two different views of the world, this is the story of how your lives began to change.

A/N: I binged Superstore for the first time in summer 2024 and immediately fell in love with Jonah. He really resonated with me and dare I say that we share a few quirky habits 😄 So, this fic was conjured up as an AU where Amy doesn't exist and it follows the major plotlines/episodes of the series. Plus, it kinda acts as an ode to my own personal struggles with academia and life thereafter ♡

Warnings: None? (It's pretty PG.) No "y/n" since I read it as "yes/no" in my head. Word count: 3722 (sorry)

Series masterlist: here AO3 series: link

If there is such a thing as hell on Earth, it most certainly would be here in retail. Humans are vile creatures. They have a knack for being simultaneously disgusting and rude with a superiority complex that seems to manifest as soon as they walk through those automatic doors. Believe me, I’ve seen some pretty abhorrent things in my 10 years working here, but at least this job helps me cover some living expenses and pays part of my tuition. More on that second part later, though. Right now, the story I have to tell is how today was the day where everything began to change.

You’re jolted from your internal monologue when the sound of a toppling display reaches your ears. Bundles of toilet paper tumble to the floor as an inconsiderate customer yanks a package from the middle of the display and promptly walks away. An exhausted sigh leaves your lungs as you toss your signature Cloud 9 vest onto the tower before bending down to clean up the mess. This day has already been way too long.

“Wait! Wait! No, no!” A voice calls out as its owner, a dark-haired man, skids towards you. He hastily attempts to pick up the fallen items. “Let me help you with that,” speaks the man as he gets down on his knees.

Years of customer service kick in; the hard-wired programming disallows you to accept help from a patron. But the man is quick and speaks even quicker, “It’s fine! I work here!” he explains, toilet paper packages tucked under both arms.

He what? Since when?! The man’s face scrunches with confusion, and you suddenly realize that you’ve spoken the last question aloud.

“Since now!” he grins. His smile stretches from ear to ear as he gazes at you with his bright hazel eyes. “I know,” he adds. “I don’t seem like the kind of person that would work in a place like this.”

You cringe internally. “Right,” you play along. “Totally not! You? Pffft. Please!”

His smile widens, continuing to joke. “Him? What’s he doing cleaning up toilet paper?”

This guy. “Nah,” you chime, words dripping with sarcasm, “I mean you come off as so educated and cultured compared to whomever may work in this dump.”

Rocking back on his heels, he chuckles at the perceived praise. “Just…” the man’s expression shifts to a more serious one, “while I appreciate the compliment, I don’t want to sound condescending in front of my new coworkers.” He gives a nod over your shoulder towards a heavily pregnant Cheyenne.

“Oh no, for sure,” you agree, following his gaze.

Just then Cheyenne approaches from behind, holding her belly. “Can I please go pee? This thing is seriously pushing on my bladder!”

“Oh, I don’t–” the man begins before you cut him off.

“Of course! I’ll cover for you for a few minutes, Chey.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watch satisfyingly as the guy’s own eyes turn into saucers. He looks absolutely petrified. Score. You turn back to him, putting on your most pleasant smile.

“I–I–I…” he flounders.

You reach for your vest and shrug it back on. “Look, retail sucks,” you state matter-of-factly, “but that doesn’t mean that the people who work here do too. I’d really suggest for you to get to know us before you jump to conclusions about who we are.”

Heat rising to your cheeks, you decide to just leave it at that. As you walk away, Cloud 9’s newest employee is rendered speechless. You don’t glance backwards to see his mortified expression while he looks on in dismay. And neither do you turn around when you hear the entire toilet paper display tumble to the floor with the new guy in the middle of it.

-x-

Have I already said that retail is hell? Well, training new employees is just as awful. They’re usually more interested in gossiping about customers or gawking at the merchandise. Usually, it takes explaining things atleast five times before they actually understand the task. Why I thought this time would be any different is beyond me…

“Hey, uh, can we start over?”

The sound of a nervous voice forces you to turn around from your scanner. Not this guy again. Just 20 minutes prior, Store 1217’s newest hire dug himself a deeper hole by first trying to explain how he’s not an elitist and thus inadvertently insulted your intelligence again, but he also proceeded to embarrass himself in front of the rest of the staff. And now, he thinks a formal introduction will erase the earlier events of the morning.

The new hire points enthusiastically to the tag on his vest stating his name as “Jonah” and reads out the tag on yours that spells out “Bee”.

You immediately interject. “That’s not actually my real name.” At that Jonah looks utterly perplexed. His brow creases, and you can practically see the questions swirling inside his brain. “Bee is just what everyone calls me around here… and at home… and elsewhere,” you elaborate. “It stuck, so I roll with it. Besides, it’s nice having a little anonymity from the customers.”

Jonah simply looks even more confused, but apparently there’s never going to be a dull moment with this guy around because he immediately blurts out, “Anonymity! Kinda like how strippers come up with alliterative show names to fit their stage persona.”

You stare at each other. Eyes grow wider; Jonah’s out of horror and yours out of utter disbelief.

“Did you just compare me to a stripper?” you ask incredulously.

Jonah blinks once. Twice. He swallows thickly. “No.”

In all honesty, it’s quite entertaining watching a pretty boy flounder, especially when you’re said pretty boy’s boss. For now, though, the ways in which to torture the newbie need to be set aside for all the work that still needs doing.

“You know what? You look bored,” you state, rescuing the situation. (It’s not your fault that you sprinkle a little extra sarcasm into your tone.) “All the electronics are supposed to be twenty-five percent off, but our POS system is down.” You motion for Jonah to watch what you’re doing on the scanner. “So, what I need you to do is scan, hit ‘reassign’, ‘enter’, ‘override’, ‘yes’, ‘reduce 0.25’, ‘enter’, ‘yes’, ‘yes’.” But as you are rhyming off the steps, all you can feel is a pair of hazel eyes softly gazing at your face. You feel heat creep up into your cheeks, and no, no, no, you can’t let this be happening! You abruptly turn your face towards Jonah and scold him. “You are not paying attention!”

He then has the audacity to say “sorry” and “go ahead” with a charming smile that reaches his eyes.

“‘Confirm’, ‘enter’, ‘yes’. Got it?” You spin around quickly, offering him the scanner, but in classic new-employee fashion, Jonah is still distracted. Once again he brings up your name, questioning if you would reveal it if he could guess it correctly.

You’re about to give him another dose of sarcasm when Cheyenne’s shrieks interrupt your opportunity. Bo is down on one knee, and while teenagers in love is a cute trope from your favorite rom-coms, real life is much, much different.

You shove the scanner at Jonah and try to intervene for some damage control. “Chey,” you begin sweetly, stepping in between the 16-year-old and her boyfriend. “I know that you and Bo are having a baby, but that doesn’t mean you need to rush into marriage! You’re still young and have plenty of time to get married later on down the line.”

The young girl stares at you with innocent doe eyes. You’ve felt inclined to take her under your wing since she started working at Cloud 9, and clearly, she values your opinions.

Just when you think that you may have her convinced, Bo chimes in with a quick, repetitive hand gesture to emphasize that his dad was the one who said that he needed to marry her and he’s ready to “do this thang”.

It seems that Cheyenne is officially torn.

You can’t help feeling like you’re in a dilemma. On one hand, Cheyenne is so young. She has her whole future ahead of her. Sure, a baby will change things, but it doesn’t mean she can’t still have dreams or go to school. On the other hand, you don’t really have a say in her decisions. You live your life abiding by a very specific set of rules that you’ve set for yourself, while others clearly live very differently.

With one last meaningful glance at Cheyenne, you give her shoulder a light tap and head off to clear your head. Don’t think about the fact that everyone else’s life is hitting milestone after milestone while yours remains safely on pause. Your mind spins as you watch your feet meet the graying floors. Cheyenne is a teenager. A teenager having a baby with another teenager. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be jealous of that. Get a grip, Bee. Get back to work.

Shaking off the thoughts, you encounter Glenn and share an update about inventory and sales. This is what you’re good at. Conveying information and getting your job done well. It’s safe and familiar and is a necessary means to an end.

You’re deep in conversation about quarterly sales when customers suddenly begin rushing past you. Electronics are shoved under their arms as they dash towards the cash registers. What the hell is going on?

Your brain is running at hyper speed. The bumbling new employee, Jonah, is still repricing items nearby and your gut tells you that he might have something to do with all this. As you hastily approach him, Jonah greets you with a sickening amount of optimism, and when you ask him about the discount he applied, the steps he walks you through make your stomach rise to your throat. Twenty-five cent electronics?!?! Oh f**k!

You burst into action, alerting the store as you go. You scurry as fast as your feet will carry you to the registers. Everything is a mess, and it’s technically all your fault! New hires, you can’t trust them with anything!

Eventually, after some verbal assaults from customers yelling about their “rights”, it’s Dina (and her shotgun) who gets the situation under control. Yet, despite said situation being contained, it still leads to a break room meeting where the underlying message is that the blame is technically on you. Sure, Glenn is too soft-spoken to name names. And sure, that Jonah guy was the actual perpetrator in all this. (The other new guy, Mateo, had had no qualms about calling him out on it.) But you’re the floor supervisor and the one who trained Jonah. You’re the one who didn’t go over instructions at least five times. You should have been overseeing his work instead of daydreaming. This happened on your watch and–Is he trying to get your attention right now?

Sure enough, when you look over to the dark-haired newbie seated at one of the tables, he’s mouthing out an “I’m sorry”.

Why you end up smiling at him is beyond comprehension. You should be furious with him. His actions could have cost you your job…And yet, out of the corner of your eye, you still see him glancing at you with those puppy dog eyes. Perhaps you can turn this into a fun little opportunity to torment him a bit more.

And you do just that when later in your shift you find Jonah creating a La Croix display. The sad smiley face crafted from colourful cans is an attempt to show how sorry he is. Instead, you morph it into a chance to razz his gross retail incompetence.

Your plan backfires however, when Jonah decides to chase after you when you turn to smugly walk away.

“Okay, I’ve made some mistakes,” explains Jonah, more with his hands than his voice as he tries to keep pace with you. “I can admit that, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun at work, does it? Or try and find some moments of beauty in the everyday?”

Fun? Moments of beauty? Really, dude? Whimsical world views certainly don’t belong in retail. “Fun? And did you really just say ‘moments of beauty’?!” you scoff, annoyance bubbling over.

“Okay, yes,” Jonah stops the two of you, attempting to reason. “That’s cheesy, I know, but do you remember American Beauty?”

You stare blankly at this odd-ball employee, giving a quick blink to reiterate your annoyance.

“Come on!” He grows more impassioned and snatches a Cloud 9 bag from Brett’s checkout register. “Even a plastic bag can be breathtaking.” Jonah then proceeds to flip it above his head and motions for you to watch it drifts back down.

Anticlimactic much?

All you do is cram your lips together and nod, agreeing to disagree as you step over the fallen bag and proceed to get back to work. What a crock of sh*t.

-x-

The next hour or so goes by rather smoothly. You don’t hear any displays topple over. No customers are dashing from the store with mispriced items. In fact, it is rather quiet…Too quiet. And that’s when you discover that asking the new guy to put away carts was also a terrible idea. Shopping cart races are yet another addition to his first-day blunders.

For crying out loud!

“Jonah!” you grit your teeth, halting his cart. “Do you want to get fired?!” Just then Glenn whizzes past you in his own cart. You jump out of the way, frustration mounting. Glenn’s triumphant yells make you reach your boiling point.

“Fine! I get it!” You turn back to Jonah, who is still kneeling in the basket. “I’m the boring one. Incapable of having fun simply because I want to make sure work gets done and the store runs smoothly! But I can be fun! Watch me!” With all your blood in your cheeks and zero logic in your brain, you grab a hold of Jonah’s cart–heavier than you expect it to be–and give it a shove. But the shove is uneven, and instead of the cart rushing across the lot, it starts to tip with Jonah still inside.

Your stomach somersaults while you stand there helplessly as the new guy tumbles out of the overturned cart. You hear him groan as he slowly gets up and wipes the pebbled asphalt from his knees.

-x-

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. You pace back and forth inside the garden center. Sure, he was alright. A bit of minor road rash on his overly smooth palms was the only injury he sustained. And sure, he said he was fine and that it was all fine. But this whole situation eats at you from the inside. Maybe you are a stick-in-the-mud. You’re overworked with both Cloud 9 shifts and school, and maybe that’s made you forget how to have fun. Maybe your surroundings for the last number of years have prevented you from seeing any beauty in the world around you. And now this high-society, pretty boy waltzes in, making all kinds of mistakes yet still manages to point out these things about yourself that you’ve failed to see. And worst of all, you do owe him an apology.

Snatching a dilapidated bouquet of flowers, you make your way to seasonal items, where Jonah has reunited with the scanner gun. You swallow your pride and stick out the flowers. “Peace offering?”

“Are those the rejects?” he asks flatly.

“Yes,” you groan.

“They’re beautiful trash flowers.” The corner of Jonah’s mouth turns up as he successfully hides his grin from you.

“Look, I’m sorry,” you sigh in defeat. “Today’s been long. Yesterday was long. And the day before that one and that one and that one.” Jonah remains silent, and you need to look away before the embarrassment swallows you whole. “I know it’s no excuse to be the ‘stick-in-the-mud’, but I’ve been working here since I was a teenager to save up for college. And now, I work here to help put myself through grad school. The road just seems endless.”

He is still silent, though his expression, for the first time today, has turned rather melancholy. You grow anxious in the silence.

Picking up a box of glow stars from the shelf beside you, you deflect the conversation to something a little easier to verbalize. “I remember these,” you smile half-heartedly. “When I was a kid, my family would take me camping. I was always so in love with how beautiful the stars were on those clear, crisp nights, and I would dream of all the different worlds that were out there. It’s just that you can’t see all that from within the city, so my parents bought me a set of stars just like this so I could always be reminded of those camping trips when I was lying in my bed at night. But now,” you pause, feeling a lump in your throat. “Life has just been too busy to appreciate a moment of beauty like that.”

You prepare yourself for Jonah’s reaction. This is the most honest you’ve been with anyone, including yourself, in a long time, and perhaps it was too much. But as you look up to search Jonah’s features, that same sympathetic expression is painted across his face. He simply nods in understanding without a condescending comment or boastful comparison to his own life. And oddly, this reaction offers more comfort than you could have ever anticipated. You then leave Jonah standing there in silence, fearful that remaining for longer would mean that you expect his pity.

-x-

It’s almost closing time. Your feet ache, and you’ve managed to get your tasks done for today despite all the setbacks. You’re more than ready to clock out.

Waiting for those final minutes to evaporate, Mateo sidles up to you near the registers and begins bragging about his organizational skills. You try to nod encouragingly as he speaks but you’re too tired to actually listen. It’s then that Jonah approaches with a satisfied smile. “I want to show you something I’ve been working on,” he whispers.

After your earlier admission, you’ve replayed the glow star-encounter endlessly in your mind, trying to squash the feeling of embarrassment from the vulnerable verbal diarrhea you spewed at Cloud 9’s newest employee. That all meant steering clear of Jonah for several hours. So, seeing him now brings everything right back to the forefront of your brain.

The instant replay begins again when suddenly someone shouts, “Everybody get down on the ground, now!”

All eyes shift to a masked man with a gun on a checkout counter. You feel Jonah’s hand grip your shoulder, pulling you down to comply. Screams erupt, and fear grips your gut. This can’t be happening!

In the blink of an eye, the threat turns harmless as Bo pulls off his ski mask and begins to serenade Cheyenne. A flash mob! Your brain stutters trying to wrap your head around the day’s turn of events. All you can really do is be a spectator as the earlier conversation you had with Cheyenne flies out the window with this one over-the-top grand gesture.

Cheyenne is 16, pregnant, and is blindly in love with a boy who would fake a robbery with a real gun to propose. There is no talking sense into her. That ship has sail–

All of a sudden, the lights black out, but the moment of darkness is immediately replaced with a soft green glow. Your eyes shift towards the ceiling. “What is this?” you breathe. But you already know the answer. Hundreds of glow stars adorn the ceiling of store 1217.

While you, as well as others, glance upwards in childlike wonder, there is one person whose focus is solely on you. “Moment of beauty?” you hear him speak softly. You can’t help but smile. And when you turn to face Jonah, you find him gazing at you with the same warmth and affection that you used to have when falling asleep to the stars on your bedroom ceiling at night.

Your heart skips a beat.

-x-

“Hey, wait up!” calls Jonah as your little parking lot celebration concludes. He dashes ahead of you and continues to talk. “I didn’t mean to–That in there–” he points a finger back towards the store. “I just wanted today to be different.” Jeez, he looks even more nervous than this morning at the toilet paper display.

“Well,” you feign disappointment, “you completely failed. This,” you give an exaggerated gesture behind you, “happens every day!”

Jonah’s nerves give way to a brilliant smile that creases the corners of his eyes. For some reason he needs to glance away.

“But…” you pause, voice growing soft. “Thank you.” At this, Jonah’s eyes meet yours. He still has a dopey grin on his face, but it seems as though you both are finally on the same page for the first time today.

The moment lingers, and it’s when you feel an involuntary flutter in your stomach that you know it’s time to leave.

“I really need to get going,” you swallow thickly, gliding past him.

You think you’ve managed to evade the situation when you hear his voice call out to you once again. “If you won’t tell me your real name, then at least tell me what you’re studying.”

You turn back to face him. Jonah stands there with hands in his pockets, face partially cast in the orange glow from the parking lot lamps. That twinge is back in your stomach, but this request is the least you can do for him after he helped turn a bad day into something beautiful.

So, you properly introduce yourself to your new colleague and add, “I’m a PhD candidate and I study bees.”

Now it’s your turn to grin happily as you walk backwards and watch Jonah’s own smile grow impossibly wider.

Retail might be hell. Customers may be abhorrent. But for the first time in 10 years, the job feels a little less mundane. And for the first time in 10 years, you actually have a reason to look forward to tomorrow.

-x-

Feedback is loved! I have ideas for some major plot points and it's likely gonna take me forever to write it all, but I'll try to see this one through :)

Thanks for reading ♥