#I was sending texts that said things like he has the same vibe as a pathetic wet cat facedown in a bowl of milk

[kazbiter]

sorry i haven't been posting much recently i've been reading the shadowhunter chronicles for the first time since like middle school and texting my best friend who is obsessed with them like this knowing full damn well I have experienced attraction to a man irl for maybe 2 fleeting moments in the entirety of the last 5 years

[kxsagi]

Omg I ran here as soon as I woke up because I’ve got ideas!!!!

I even left this in my notes app but:

https://youtube.com/shorts/nUb7dVadJYA?si=I2ameWw30paQmV8W

But like this with bllk boys??? Or just a one shot with anyone? This is like a friends to lovers thing 😩😩 gonna combust from this because literally (I know it’s an ad but still eienfiejwkdndj)

Anyways sorry for the rant I missed your inbox 🫶🫶

“𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬… 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬?”

a/n: leaving it in your notes app is true dedication 😭 I LOVE THIS REQUEST

ft. isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, kaiser michael, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

you’re sitting in his lap. like it’s nothing. like it’s a chair. 

he just taps his knee like “seat’s open” and you go “sweet, thanks” and proceed to text like you’re not in each other’s personal space. 

he literally feeds you from his bowl at restaurants. you just open your mouth without looking. he doesn’t even question it. 

calls you “love” to mess with you but keeps doing it because “haha it’s funny right? unless…?” 

once you yawned and he stretched his arms around you at the same time. didn’t move them. you didn’t move either. you were like “comfy.” 

everyone thinks you’re dating. you guys are like “nooo we’re besties!” but you wear his hoodies and he kisses your forehead when you’re sad. 

shidou ryusei

“you’re literally obsessed with me.” 

“shut up, i am not.” 

proceeds to send him 3 memes, 5 tik toks, and a voice note that ends in giggling. 

has you saved in his phone as “wifey 💍💥” and you never changed it. 

shidou: “lemme see your tits.” 

you: “get me coffee first.” 

shidou: “deal.” 

gets the coffee and completely forgets about the bit. 

he always leans on you, touches your hair, lays his head in your lap. says you give off “emotional support pet” vibes. you’re like “that’s so rude” while playing with his hair. 

once slapped your ass after a game and was like “good job out there, champ 😌” 

you: “thanks babe 😘” 

cue both of you turning pink and pretending it didn’t happen. 

nagi seishiro

you share a bed. literally just knock out next to each other like it’s nothing. 

he grabs your waist when he’s gaming so you won’t move from beside him. sometimes rests his chin on your shoulder. 

one time you changed in front of him and he didn’t even blink. “bro, we’ve been friends since puberty. what haven’t i seen?” 

he calls you “princess” or “pretty thing” when you whine about stuff. it should be illegal how casual he makes it sound. 

nags you to cuddle him. “ugh you’re so annoying,” you say, while spooning him. 

once said “you’d probably make a good girlfriend” while half-asleep. you said “you’d make a horrible boyfriend” and he just chuckled and went “true.” 

kaiser michael

he grabs your face to check your makeup and says “you’re cute today.” you say “just today?” 

he goes “so you do like compliments from me.” 

you both flirt like it’s a sport. your friends have bets on who will fold first. 

you steal his cologne. he wears the bracelet you made at a craft fair. it’s blue. you don’t question it. 

the way he picks lint off your clothes and goes “my standards are higher than this.” you respond by poking your tongue at his cheek. 

has said “if we’re both still single by 30–” 

you: “we’ll be married?” 

kaiser: “no, i’ll cry myself to sleep every night.” 

you: “same.” 

he gets jealous when you flirt with others but masks it with sarcasm. you’re like “jealous much?” and he’s like “you wish. i’m just protective of my property– i mean friend.” 

bachira meguru

you’re always touching in some way. pinkies linked, arms around each other, knees bumping. 

he sends you selfies captioned “for my #1 fan 😘” and you reply “hottt. send more.” 

once made a “fake dating” joke and he was like “you’d like that huh?” and you were like “maybe i would” and then you both went silent for 10 minutes. 

draws hearts next to your name when doodling. you steal his hoodie and he acts like you just confessed. 

people flirt with him and he immediately goes “haha sorry i have a soulmate” and points at you. you do the same. 

one time he accidentally said “i love you” mid-laugh. you blinked. he blinked. 

“… cool lol.” 

“lol yeah.” 

itoshi rin

you know him too well. like dangerously well. 

he doesn’t have to say “i’m cold.” you just hand him your jacket. 

he glares at anyone who tries to hit on you and says “they’re not your type.” 

you: “what is my type then?” 

rin: deadpan “me.” 

“you look like shit,” he says. 

“you still like me though,” you reply. 

he doesn’t deny it. 

he lets you touch his hair. his hair. 

you once called him “baby” by accident and he just responded like it was normal. 

he only softens up around you. other people don’t recognize him when he’s being your rin. 

sometimes stares at you a little too long. you catch him. he looks away and mutters “shut up.” 

itoshi sae

you two look like enemies. emotionless stare vs sarcastic sighs. 

but then he wordlessly unties your hoodie strings because “you looked stupid.” 

texts you “.” when he wants attention. if you don’t answer, he sends “?” 

you call him “baby girl” in public just to piss him off. 

he flips you off. still lets you play with his hair later. 

he’ll literally insult your taste in music then send you a playlist titled “stuff you’d like.” 

“you look gross.” 

“thanks. it’s your shirt.” 

he says nothing because it actually is. 

you fell asleep on him once during a flight. he pretended to be annoyed but didn’t move for four hours. 

when you woke up, he just said “you drooled on me.” (but his phone has a picture of it. it’s his lock screen.)

karasu tabito

you flirt like it’s aggressive sparring. 

“you missed me?” 

“like i’d miss a rash.” 

constantly holds your chin when talking to you. it’s his way of annoying you. but your face gets warm every time and he lives for it. 

he’s always like “if we kissed right now, would it ruin the friendship?” 

you: “yeah.” 

him: “... worth it.” 

texts you “u up?” and then sends you a picture of your worst fashion crimes with the caption “jail.” 

you once dared him to kiss you “as a joke.” 

he did. it lasted too long. you were like “... weird.” 

him: “yup. wanna do it again?” 

he gives you a piggyback ride in public and then tells everyone you’re his emotional support gremlin. but no one else is allowed to say that but him. 

ness alexis

you once said “love you” before hanging up. he said “love you more” with no hesitation. 

you choked. he was unbothered. 

compliments you constantly and never acts like it’s weird. “you look gorgeous today.” 

you: “you said that yesterday.” 

him: “because it’s still true?” 

buys you matching things like mugs, necklaces, keychains. tells everyone you’re soulmates. 

when someone asks “are you dating?” he goes “not yet.” 

you laugh. he’s serious. 

always says “good morning beautiful” with a winky face. 

you threaten to block him. then text back “you too 💅” 

once asked you to rate his flirting. 

you: “4/10.” 

ness: “perfect. so you noticed it.” 

gets jealous when you mention other guys. won’t admit it. just messages you “i hope you choke” and then sends a heart. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[tacobacoyeet]

wussup | art donaldson x reader x patrick zweig

warnings: SMUT 18+, porn without plot, reader has personality traits @jesuistrestriste... bbno$ for you!

You’re not subtle. But you’ve never needed to be.

You’re the kind of girl who gets A’s and head in the same day. The one who rolls up to 9am lab in last night’s lashes, chewing on a pen cap like it’s foreplay. You keep your heels in your backpack and your GPA in the top five. Anklet catching the light, rhinestones on your nails, and gloss that leaves bite marks behind. Your lip gloss costs more than your textbooks, and you’ve never once paid for a drink.

You like pretty things. Loud things. Pink things. You like feeling expensive.

But more than anything—you like control.

It starts with two texts.

One to Patrick: need you. now.

And one to Art: a photo—just your ass in the mirror, perfectly lit, perfectly posed, nothing on but a lazy grin barely visible in the reflection.

No caption. He doesn’t need one.

You send them both and toss your phone onto the bed like it didn’t just become a detonator.

You know exactly what you’re doing.

Patrick replies in sixty seconds flat. On my way!

Art doesn’t reply.

He never does.

He just shows up.

And you’re counting on it.

You spend the next fifteen minutes touching up lip liner and playing the part. Music low, lights dimmed just enough to make your skin glow. You slide into an oversized tee and nothing else, just to be cruel. Just to keep them on their toes.

You like this game. The choreography of want. The anticipation. You like thinking you’re in charge.

But tonight, you’re not.

There’s a knock at your door.

Two, actually.

One sharp. One lazy.

You pause, mid-swipe of gloss, and grin.

When you open the door, they’re both there. Patrick with his curls pushed back, hoodie half-zipped, already smirking. Art with his hands in his pockets, eyes dragging down your body, slow like a lit fuse.

They look at each other. Then back at you.

Like they expected this. Like it’s not the first time you’ve tried to play them at the same time.

Patrick leans against the doorframe. “So,” he says, eyes gleaming, “you finally gave up pretending you weren’t texting us both, huh?”

Art steps in first, brushing past you like the hallway’s already his. “Cute trap,” he murmurs. “Too bad we set it first.”

You blink.

Patrick follows, locking the door behind him.

And suddenly, you’re not the one running the show.

You just started it.

The vibe shifts—but not toward tension. Not toward dominance. It’s lighter than that. Looser.

Art flops into your desk chair with zero ceremony, spinning once before leaning back like he lives here. Patrick takes the bed in a single leap, bouncing twice and grabbing one of your stuffed animals like he owns it.

“You really just wore a t-shirt?” Patrick asks, kicking his legs like he’s thirteen. “No pants? Nothing but attitude and pussy?”

Art gestures at the candle you lit. “She thinks it’s a date.”

You cross your arms. “I think it’s efficient.”

Patrick raises a brow. “Efficient would’ve been texting us at the same time on purpose. Was this a scheduling error, babe?”

Art sighs dramatically. “Or maybe she just wanted to see what would happen.”

You shrug. “Maybe I was bored.”

Patrick grins. “Maybe you’re about to be less bored.”

He tosses the stuffed animal at Art, who catches it without looking. You lean back against your dresser, watching them sprawl in your space like they’ve always belonged there.

No one’s in a rush. No one’s trying to win.

You’re not being seduced. You’re being teased.

And it’s working.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Patrick says, leaning back onto his elbows. “Usually by now you’re straddling someone and fake whispering.”

You give him a look. “Who said anything was fake?”

Art’s mouth twitches. “I think she’s shy now that it’s a double feature.”

“Shy?” you repeat, scandalized.

Patrick props his chin in his hand like he’s admiring you at a museum. “Not a bad thing. We like shy. Especially when it’s not real.”

You cross the room slowly, arms still folded, oversized tee swaying dangerously with every step. You stop between the two of them and pretend to be thoughtful.

“So who’s gonna be nice to me first?”

“Nice?” Art echoes, arching a brow. “Now why would we do that?”

Patrick laughs. “Yeah, baby. That picture was you asking to get bullied.”

You kneel onto the bed beside Patrick, eyes flicking between the two of them. “Maybe I like my bullies pretty.”

Patrick tilts his head. “Flattery. Smart girl.”

Art shifts in the chair, lazy and slow. “That what this is? Strategy?”

You lean back onto your hands, legs spread just enough. “Does it matter?”

He stands.

“Not one bit.

Art reaches the bed in two strides and grabs your ankle, dragging you—gently, but with no room to argue—until you’re sprawled out flat beneath him. Your shirt rides up, and neither of them makes a move to adjust it.

“Patrick,” he says without looking away from you, “close the window.”

Patrick’s already moving, but not toward the curtains. Instead, he grabs the hem of your tee and flips it up over your chest like he’s unwrapping a gift.

“Better airflow,” he says, grinning.

You start to sit up, ready with something snarky, but Art presses one hand to your stomach, not hard—just firm enough to remind you who’s in control.

“You wanted this,” he says. “So let us take care of it.”

Patrick's back beside you in an instant, warm and eager and annoyingly good at knowing exactly when to be gentle.

“Let us make it fun, sweetheart,” he murmurs, nosing at your neck. “You always have the most fun when you’re not pretending you’re above it.”

Your breath catches as Art's fingers slide higher, teasing, drawing lazy lines across your thigh like he has all the time in the world.

This isn’t rushed. It’s not rough. It’s steady. Teasing. Cruel only in how good it feels.

And for once, you're not the one dictating the pace.

You're just along for the ride.

Patrick is already slipping his hand beneath your thigh, lifting, shifting, nudging you into the exact position he wants. His knuckles brush between your legs, and you make a sound you didn’t mean to, half-breath, half-warning.

Art hears it and smiles—just a little. “Sensitive tonight?”

Patrick kisses the corner of your jaw like it’s a punchline. “She’s always like this when she thinks she’s slick.”

“Mm,” Art agrees, finally sliding his hand up, fingers brushing just where you need them. “Slick’s a word for it.”

You squirm, caught between the two of them, and Patrick catches your mouth before you can say anything stupid. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and practiced fun—like you’ve both done this before, like you both know how to make it mean nothing and still enjoy every second.

Art doesn’t kiss you. He watches. Eyes heavy-lidded, hand working slow, like he’s more interested in studying your reactions than getting you off.

It’s infuriating.

And it’s everything.

You arch into them without thinking, shirt bunched at your ribs, mouth wet, legs spread, and still, somehow, you're under the impression that you're the one in control.

“Next time,” Patrick murmurs into your mouth, “maybe make a group chat. Save yourself the extra work.”

You would laugh if you weren’t already gasping. Art’s fingers circle your clit, slow and cruel, just as Patrick bites down on your lip hard enough to make you gasp. The sound slips out before you can stop it—needy, breathy, louder than you meant. They don’t say anything, but you feel the smirk from both ends, like they choreographed it. Like your moan was the goal all along.

“Shit,” you whisper.

Art hums low, like he’s amused. “There she is.”

Patrick draws back just enough to see your face. “You’re greedy,” he says.

Well, yeah you are. If the shoe fits.

“Didn’t even take your shirt off all the way yet.”

Art slides one finger in—slow. Too slow. You jerk.

“She’s already clenching,” he tells Patrick, like you’re not right there. “Silly thing."

They work in tandem. Art’s fingers curling, Patrick’s hands moving up your sides, mouth on your chest, open and warm and unhurried.

It’s a lot.

It’s not enough.

“You could ask nicely,” Patrick teases, breath hot on your skin. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

You glare at him. “You first.”

He laughs, delighted. “God, you’re gonna be a problem tonight.”

“Good,” Art says. “She’s better when she makes us earn it.”

And then they both go quiet. Focused. Intent.

Like they’ve decided exactly how this night’s going to go.

And you’re not getting out of it until they’re done with you.

Patrick’s mouth is back on your chest, tongue slow and shameless, while Art’s fingers move with maddening precision. Every stroke calculated, every curl inside you dragging another gasp from your lips.

Your hands grip the sheets. Then Patrick’s hoodie. Then nothing, because Art catches your wrists and pins them gently to the bed.

“Stay still,” he says. “Let us do the work.”

Patrick bites softly at the swell of your breast. “She doesn’t do still.”

“She will tonight.”

Your legs twitch and spread wider on instinct. Your hips rock up, chasing friction, and Art gives it to you—barely. Just enough to make you whine.

Patrick hums. “You hear that?”

“She’s getting close.”

“Already?”

Art grins. “Told you. Sensitive.”

Your breath stutters. You try to speak. Patrick slips two fingers into your mouth instead.

“Shh,” he says. “Let your body talk.”

And it does. Loud, greedy, gasping with every movement.

Art’s thumb circles your clit. Patrick’s free hand slips down to replace him when he shifts. There’s no break in rhythm, no mercy. Just the stretch of your thighs and the sound of wet, perfect filth between you.

You come like you’ve been pulled under, back arching, mouth open, sobbing on Patrick’s fingers.

They don’t stop.

Not yet.

Art’s already tugging your shirt off the rest of the way, murmuring something about you being overdressed, and Patrick is crawling down the bed, trailing his tongue along the inside of your thigh like he’s got nowhere else to be.

You’re still panting when Art stands up just long enough to push his jeans down, and you’re dizzy from the sight—his mouth gone sharp with focus, his hands flexing like he can’t wait to get them on you again.

Patrick gets there first.

He flips you gently, like he’s done it a hundred times, like your body belongs half-buried in his sheets. And then he’s got his hands on your hips, thumbs digging in with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Been thinking about this,” he says, almost to himself. “My favorite piece of ass.”

Art groans behind you. “Don’t call her that.”

Patrick grins. “What? I’m appreciating the view.”

And he is. Both of them are.

Art kneels in front of you while Patrick lines himself up behind you, one hand in your hair, the other stroking himself slowly.

“Eyes on me,” Art says. “Let him take his time.”

You try. You really do.

But the moment Patrick pushes in, slow and cocky and deep enough to steal your breath, your eyes flutter shut.

Art’s hand cups your jaw. Not rough. Just steady.

“Don’t look away,” he says, voice low. “We’re just getting started."

Patrick doesn’t give you a second to catch up. He slides in slow and deep, then draws back just enough to make you whimper. He’s watching every twitch, every breath, testing how far he can push before you fall apart again. You try to hold still, but your hips rock back greedily on instinct, and the moan that slips out is loud—shameless. Sticky heat drips down your thighs, filthy and wet and loud enough to echo against the walls. It makes him groan. “Fuck, you're so tight,” he breathes. “You really needed this.”

Art stays in front of you, kneeling, one hand in your hair, the other stroking slow over your jaw, your chest, like he’s mapping every inch of you with touch alone.

“Shit,” Patrick groans behind you. “She’s so fucking wet. All this for us?”

“She likes when we make her wait,” Art murmurs. “Makes her drip.”

Patrick thrusts deeper. You jolt.

“She clenched.”

“Of course she did.”

Art kisses you then—finally. Deep, filthy, tongue and teeth and all confidence, swallowing the moan Patrick punches out of you with his next thrust.

“Don’t go all quiet now,” Patrick says, snapping his hips hard once, then again, grinning at the sound you make. “You’re usually the one talking shit.”

“She’s got nothing left,” Art says against your lips. “All that attitude soaked out of her the second we got inside.”

They fuck you like they’ve done it before. Like they’ve talked about it. Planned it. Like they enjoy taking you apart together. They probably have.

Patrick drags a hand up your spine, grip tightening on your hips.

Art pulls your hair gently. “Back up. Let her feel it. You know how she likes it.”

Patrick shifts, slamming in with a deep roll of his hips that sends stars flashing behind your eyes.

“Just like that,” you gasp.

“Oh, now she’s got something to say,” Patrick laughs.

Art cups your cheek again. “You gonna come like this? Let him fuck you through it while I watch?”

You nod before your brain can catch up.

And then they give it to you. Relentless. Filthy. Perfect.

Exactly what you asked for.

You’re still shaking when Art slides closer, one knee on the bed, his cock thick and flushed in his hand. You blink up at him, dazed, dizzy, already half-wrecked.

“You still with us?” he asks.

You nod. Barely. But it’s enough.

Patrick presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. “She can take more.”

Art strokes himself once, slow. “Then come here, sweetheart.”

They shift you like it’s second nature—hands on your hips, your arms, your jaw—until you’re kneeling at the edge of the bed, back still arched, mouth level with Art.

Patrick doesn’t miss a beat. He pushes back in from behind, cock dragging through the mess he made of you.

You moan before you can even wrap your lips around Art.

He lets you take your time. At first. You wrap your lips around him slow, teasing, half-smiling just to see if he’ll let you get away with it. You don’t even make it halfway before he groans, hand tangling in your hair.

Then his hand is in your hair again, guiding, setting pace. Not rough—just firm. Like he knows you can handle it. Like he wants you to.

“You think you’re cute,” he mutters, voice tight.”

Patrick groans behind you, hips snapping. “I told you. Best seat in the house.”

You hum around him. Because yeah—you kind of are.

Your throat, your cunt, your mind—they’re all full.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your fingers twist in the sheets. Patrick’s thrusts keep hitting that spot that makes your vision haze. Art’s hand rests under your jaw, keeping you tilted just right as he slides into your mouth—slow, deep, easy like he knows exactly how far you’ll take it.

It’s overwhelming. Perfect.

And then Patrick groans, low and broken, and you can feel him twitch inside you. He doesn’t stop. Just grips your hips tighter and pushes through it, fucking you through his high, cock thick and dripping with everything you’ve given him.

You moan around Art. He tightens his grip just slightly, breathing hard now, teeth clenched.

“Gonna let me come down your throat, sweetheart?”

You hum. It’s enough.

He holds your head still. Doesn’t force it. Just rocks into you once, twice more—then lets go with a curse, spilling hot and heavy across your tongue while Patrick shudders behind you, still buried deep.

They slow. They breathe.

You collapse forward, boneless, mind blank and body thrumming.

Patrick laughs, breathless. “You still alive?”

Art runs his thumb along your cheek, wipes the corner of your mouth. “Barely.”

You grin. Croaky and satisfied.

And for once, you don’t need to be in charge.

You just need this.

Patrick’s still lying behind you, tracing lazy shapes along your back. Art stands up without a word, crosses the room, and grabs his phone from your desk. You hear the shutter go off once. Then again.

You groan. “You’re disgusting.”

You hear two buzzes—yours and Patrick’s.

Art doesn’t even look up from his screen. “What? We said we needed a group chat.”

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[supi-wupi]

Can’t believe your mine - Seungkwan

pairing: seungkwan x reader synopsis: Seungkwan has been your best friend since forever. In love with you since forever too. Everyone else sees it. But you don’t — until he sings your favorite song, but with your name in it. wc: 2.5k genre: Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, warning: Established Relationship (eventually), Slowburn (implied history), SEVENTEEN Being SEVENTEEN, Fake FBI Surveillance Energy, Love Confessions via Shared Notes, Joshua is a Secret Softie, No Real Plot Just Vibes a/n: idk why, but yall have probably noticed that i put like case file/letters in all my fics… its not an obsession… its my trademark…

Seungkwan has been your best friend since you were eight, and cried in the hallway because someone made fun of your mushroom haircut. He gave you half his kimbap and told you your hair looked like a very cool helmet, and you decided right then he was your favorite person in the world.

He still is.

Some things never change. Like how he always texts you when he finds a new iced coffee spot, even if it’s 10 p.m and you’re already in bed. Like how he knows your favorite karaoke songs and never complains when you sing them off-key. Like how he always buys two of everything — “just in case you show up,” he says, even though you always do.

Everyone sees it. Sees the way his gaze softens when you’re laughing too hard to breathe. The way he always positions himself between you and a crowded street. The way he sings every birthday song like he’s auditioning for a musical, just to make you smile.

Everyone sees it — except you.

Until your birthday.

You’d had plans with your other friends, who ended up bailing last-minute, citing rain and traffic and general life exhaustion. You’d shrugged it off, said it was fine, that it wasn’t a big deal.

But it kind of was. You don’t like making a fuss, but birthdays still meant something. Especially when you’d secretly hoped someone — maybe him — would do something small and sweet and just for you.

So when you open the door that night to find Seungkwan standing there with a paper bag, soaked hoodie, and the biggest grin, you’re already blinking back something suspicious behind your eyes.

“I brought seaweed soup,” he announces, pushing past you like he owns the place. “Because I’m Korean and sentimental, and also, you looked sad on your story earlier, don’t lie.”

“You saw that?”

“I have notifications on,” he says, like it’s normal. “For emergencies. Or cute selfies. Same thing.”

You laugh while closing the door, heart squeezing in that familiar way it always does around him. He’s already setting out food, rambling about how he had to beg an auntie to let him cut the line because “my best friend’s birthday is today, and I will cry in your shop if you don’t let me through.”

“Did you really say that?” you ask.

“Ask the lady. She said I was dramatic but let me in. I think she was scared of me.”

Later, after the soup, after the tiny cake he baked himself (“Don’t ask how it tastes — just love me for the effort”), after the candles and laughter and a very bad game of charades, he clears his throat.

And that’s when you know something’s up.

Because Seungkwan is always performing, always loud and theatrical and effortlessly funny — but when he’s serious, he gets quiet. Still.

He grabs his phone, clicks something, then sets it down between you.

“Play,” he says.

You do.

Music filters through the speakers — soft, acoustic, gentle. And then his voice, warm like sunlight, starts to sing. It’s your favorite song. The one you always make him do at karaoke, even if he says the key is weird. The one that makes you tear up when you’re tipsy.

But the lyrics are… different.

Because now your name is in it.

Over and over again, like a love letter he never dared to send.

You stare at him. “Is this a joke?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not this time.”

The room is quiet except for his voice echoing through the speakers, weaving your name into each line like it was always meant to be there. You’re not sure when the shift happens — when the realization finally hits — but suddenly everything clicks.

Every late-night call.

Every gentle scolding.

Every saved seat, every shared umbrella, every second he made you feel like you mattered more than anyone else.

It was always there.

You just didn’t see it.

“Seungkwan…”

He bites his lip. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. That I’ve been yours. For a long time.”

You don’t reply right away. You just reach across the space between you, take his hand, and place it over your chest — right where your heart’s beating so fast it hurts.

—

That night, you fall asleep on the couch with his hoodie around your shoulders and his hand still wrapped in yours.

In the quiet, you hear him murmur — maybe thinking you’re asleep — soft and awestruck:

“Can’t believe you’re mine.”

And neither can you.

But you are.

And maybe… you always were.

—

Three days after Seungkwan sang your name into a song and into your heart, he tells you he wants to tell the others.

“Are you sure?” you ask, because dating your best friend is one thing — letting thirteen grown men descend upon the news like seagulls on a french fry is another.

“I’ve waited years to call you mine,” he says, tying his shoes with a grin so wide you can’t even tease him for how dramatic he sounds. “I want the whole world to know. But I’ll start with the hyungs.”

Which, in hindsight, may have been the mistake.

Because Seungkwan doesn’t just tell them.

No.

He makes a PowerPoint.

—

The next day, you’re sitting in their dorm’s living room, sipping iced tea while Vernon casually browses TikTok on one side and Mingyu attempts to peel a mango with a butter knife on the other. It’s peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Until Seungkwan clears his throat — loudly — and sets up a laptop to the TV.

“Everyone. Eyes front.”

Minghao sighs. “Is this about recycling again?”

“No,” Seungkwan says with a gleam in his eyes. “It’s about my heart.”

You shoot him a look. “Seungkwan—”

“Shh. I’m thriving.”

He clicks the remote.

Slide 1: “The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Boo Seungkwan & [Y/N]”

Groans erupt. Soonyoung starts clapping. Jeonghan sits up like he just got handed blackmail. Joshua bites back a laugh and says, “Is this real?”

“Yes,” Seungkwan declares proudly. “It’s real. We’re dating.”

Mingyu drops his mango.

“You’re—what?” Woozi blinks. “Since when?”

“Since I sang to her,” Seungkwan says like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

Slide 2: Timeline of Pining: A Tragedy (2008 – The Present)

You bury your face in your hands as he clicks through annotated photos, including one from middle school where you’re holding a juice box and he’s staring at you like you hung the moon.

“Bro,” Dino whispers. “You’ve been down bad.”

“I know,” Seungkwan says, clearly proud.

The slides continue:

Slide 4: Signs She Was Also in Love With Me but Didn’t Know It Yet

Laughed at all my jokes

Shared her fries

Let me win at Mario Kart that one time in 2017

Gave me the biggest slice of cake

“Very convincing,” Jun deadpans.

Slide 6: Proof of Current Status It’s a selfie. You and Seungkwan curled up on your couch, his cheek squished against yours, both smiling so big it hurts to look at.

You peek at him. He’s not even nervous. Just glowing. Like the moment he gets to love you out loud is one he’s rehearsed forever.

“Well…” Jeonghan finally says. “Took you long enough.”

The room explodes.

Everyone talks at once.

“You guys are so annoying,” Vernon says — but he’s smiling.

“Wait, do I owe DK money?” Mingyu groans. “I thought you’d confess in the fall.”

“Soonyoung, pay up!” DK yells from the kitchen.

“Honestly,” Woozi mutters, “this explains so much.”

You’re laughing now, cheeks sore, heart full, as the chaos swells around you.

But then Seungkwan stands again, raising his hand like a conductor calling an encore.

“One last slide.”

Slide 8: Thank You for Supporting Our Love. Then, in tiny font: Yes, you still have to deal with us on karaoke night.

—

Later, when the slides are done and Mingyu’s back to ruining another mango, you’re leaning against Seungkwan’s shoulder, both of you quietly watching the others argue about who gets to be the flower boy at your future wedding.

“They took it well,” you murmur.

“Told you,” he says, smug.

You tilt your head up to look at him. “You made a PowerPoint.”

“And you’re still dating me. Which means I win.”

You roll your eyes — but only a little.

Because he’s right.

You both won.

—

“The Shared Note (and the Receipts)” feat. BooSeungkwan x You, and Joshua: Keeper of Secrets™

A few days after the big PowerPoint reveal, you and Seungkwan drop by the studio to bring lunch.

It’s supposed to be quick.

Just bibimbap, banter, and maybe bullying Woozi into taking a break.

But when Joshua walks in, grinning like he knows something — something more — you realize nothing is ever “just” with SEVENTEEN.

“I have something to show you,” he says, sliding into the seat beside Seungkwan with his phone already out.

“I swear if this is another fan edit of us that you bookmarked—” Seungkwan starts.

Joshua raises an eyebrow. “This is better than a fan edit.”

He opens the Notes app.

At the top is a title that makes your stomach drop:

“Things That Prove Seungkwan and [Y/N] Are Definitely in Love (They Just Don’t Know It Yet)”

Last updated: 3 days ago.

You and Seungkwan: “…”

Joshua: “I started it in 2019.”

—

Selected Excerpts from Joshua’s Note (now shared with all thirteen members)

[Feb 17, 2019] Y/N gave Seungkwan the last honey butter chip. The last one. She loves those. They made eye contact. He tried to say “thanks” and choked on his own breath.

[June 2, 2019] Seungkwan’s voice cracked mid-rehearsal. Y/N immediately handed him a honey-lemon candy before he even asked. She said, “I always carry extras for you.” Okay, wife???

[Oct 14, 2020] They sat on opposite ends of the couch and STILL managed to be the only ones who got tangled in the blanket. Suspicious.

[March 25, 2021] During game night, Y/N guessed what Seungkwan was thinking without him giving any clues. She just said, “The pink dolphin from Jeju, right?” and he nodded like she read his soul. Wtf.

[Dec 31, 2021] Countdown to New Year’s. Everyone was screaming. I saw Seungkwan look at her first.

[June 5, 2022] I caught them arguing about who cares more about the other. Like. Out loud. In public. Minghao almost left the building.

[Aug 18, 2022] Y/N sang “As It Was” while organizing lyric drafts. Seungkwan sat there staring like she was performing on the MAMA stage. I asked what he was doing. He said, “Having a moment.” Bro???

[Feb 14, 2023] Valentine’s Day. Neither of them had plans. Both “accidentally” ended up at my movie night. Sat way too close. Shared popcorn. Didn’t even notice when Jeonghan fake-coughed ten times.

[Oct 9, 2023] DK asked if they were dating. They both said no — but neither of them looked at each other. They looked straight ahead like hostages.

[Jan 2, 2024] Y/N fixed Seungkwan’s collar before an interview. He looked at her like she gave him CPR.

[May 25, 2025] THEY. ARE. TOGETHER. Boo Seungkwan finally made a move. I was RIGHT.

—

You’re speechless.

Seungkwan is squinting at the screen like it personally offended him.

“Wait,” he says, “how did I not know you were tracking us like a detective?”

Joshua just smiles, serene. “You think I run this group on vibes?”

“Actually, yes,” you mumble, stunned.

“But this… this is organized,” Seungkwan mutters.

“It was necessary,” Joshua says, sipping his coffee. “One of you was gonna need it eventually.”

He locks eyes with you.

“I just figured… when the day came, you’d want to remember how it started.”

You glance down at the note again — all those little dates and details, things you didn’t even realize were special until now.

And somehow, you feel like you’re seeing your love story from the outside for the first time.

Seungkwan quietly reaches for your hand under the table.

And you squeeze it.

“Thanks, Shuji,” you whisper.

Joshua nods, ever cool. “I’ll add today’s entry too.”

“What—why?” Seungkwan asks.

Joshua types something.

[May 28, 2025] Showed them the note. They held hands under the table. Seungkwan cried. (He will deny it.)

“Delete that!” Seungkwan shrieks, lunging for the phone.

Joshua’s already backing away, cackling. “Too late. Synced to the cloud.”

—

“The Shared Note: Member Addendums (a.k.a. SEVENTEEN’s FBI Files on You Two)”

[Titled by: Jeonghan, Edited by: DK, Verified by: Dino, Denied by: Seungkwan]

Document Status: NEVER GETTING DELETED Last Edited: Literally Just Now

JEONGHAN'S ENTRY

[July 7, 2020] I asked Seungkwan if he was jealous of Y/N talking to Mingyu too much. He turned to me and went, “Why would I be jealous? I’m not—what? I’m fine.” Then I caught him three minutes later watching them from behind a plant. Like. A plant.

Verdict: Denial. Classic. Would’ve bet my skincare stash on this ship.

—

MINGYU’S ENTRY

[Nov 12, 2021] I spilled gochujang on my hoodie. Y/N helped me clean it up. Seungkwan saw it and immediately asked if she does that for all of us. I said yes. She said no. He smiled. Then gave me the stink eye for 2 hours.

Verdict: Boo Boo’s down bad.

—

HOSHI’S ENTRY

[March 3, 2022] They were bickering in the practice room and I was like “KISS ALREADY!” They stopped. Stared at me. Then kept arguing. But like… quieter. Like shy arguing. Romantic arguing.

Verdict: That was foreplay, Your Honor.

—

JUN’S ENTRY

[Aug 15, 2022] I caught them sharing earphones backstage. They weren’t even listening to music. The playlist was paused. They just… sat there. Pretending. Looking like a drama teaser.

Verdict: That’s not Spotify. That’s love.

—

DK’S ENTRY

[Dec 25, 2022] Christmas party. Everyone opened their Secret Santa gifts. Seungkwan got a hot water bottle with a corgi print. He said, “Only Y/N would know I love this.” Y/N wasn’t even his Santa.It was me. Y/N just told me what to buy.

Verdict: He’s so whipped it’s actually inspiring.

—

WONWOO’S ENTRY

[Feb 10, 2023] During movie night, Seungkwan laughed before the punchline of the joke. Everyone stared. He muttered, “Y/N always laughs here.” He memorized her laugh timing????

Verdict: Creepy? Maybe. Romantic? Definitely.

—

WOOZI’S ENTRY

[April 1, 2023] I made them listen to a demo. Y/N cried. Seungkwan cried harder.Then Y/N said, “I just felt it.” And Seungkwan said, “Me too. For you.” They forgot I was in the room. I’m pretty sure I ghost-wrote their love confession.

Verdict: I’m charging royalties.

—

VERNON’S ENTRY

[June 30, 2023] They weren’t even touching but somehow their knees found each other under the table. Like… magnetic knees. Quantum entanglement. Knee soulmate physics. Idk man.

Verdict: They’re soft. I respect it.

—

DINO’S ENTRY

[Nov 11, 2023] Y/N once tripped over my charger. Seungkwan gasped like she got stabbed. Immediately blamed ME. Said, “How dare you sabotage the light of my life.” …She didn’t even fall. She caught herself.

Verdict: Simp behavior. Peak performance. I strive for this.

—

JOSHUA'S FINAL ADDENDUM

[May 29, 2025] Let the record show: Today, every member added their receipts. Seungkwan tried to hack the note to delete all evidence. He failed. Y/N laughed so hard she cried. He kissed her to shut her up. We all saw it. Hoshi screamed.

Verdict: Case closed. Love won. Jeonghan still owes me ₩50,000.

masterlist ♪

[homestylehughes]

18.

pairing(s): jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: jack proposing to his girlfriend, the girl he knew he would marry since he was 18.

warning(s): absolutely none. pure fluff, and cuteness :)

word count: 1.4k

authors note: hi loves!! my inner directioner came out when writing this fic! this fic is loosely based off of 18 by one direction (I listened to FOUR, the album, the whole time while writing this. 11/10 would recommend). this was so much fun to write, it kinda gives me romcom, or romantic movies vibes? I love writing jack all soft and cute. I hope you guys enjoy, like and reblog if you do! I hope you are all happy and healthy. much love as always <3

“I have loved you since we were 18, long before we thought the same things.”

Ever since Jack laid eyes on yn at 18 he knew she'd be the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. Jack can remember the day he met her, like it was yesterday. He had just got drafted by the New Jersey Devils as the number one pick, which threw him into a new life of superstardom. 

In the midst of being the 1st overall draft pick, the Yankees invited him to a game, having one of the best seats in the stadium, he couldn't help but smile over the fact that this was now his life. As the fifth inning came to an end, Jack decided to make his way to the bathroom. As he walks through the busy crowd, weaving in and out of groups of people. Finally making it to the bathroom, doing his business before quickly heading out. 

As he walks out of the bathroom, his phone dings from a text, pulling his phone out of his pocket to see that it's from his mom. Just as he begins to type out a response, he feels himself bump into someone. bringing his head up to see the prettiest girl he's ever seen in all 18 years of his existence, with a hot dog smashed into her chest. He's so close to her that he can see the red and yellow stains from the ketchup and mustard littered across her white as snow Yankees jersey. 

“Oh my gosh” the girl says, her head hanging low as she looks at the hot dog stained jersey.

“Shit. I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going.” jack embarrassingly  rambles out 

“It's..okay. It's nothing, it's just a jersey and hot dog. No biggie” she says, now looking at jack. 

“No it's a big deal, it's my fault. Here let me help you clean up.” Jack offers, as waves of guilt run through his veins.

“Are you sure? You don't have to, don't want to waste any more of your time.” the girl says

“If anyones wasting your time it's me, come over here” Jack says, taking the hot dog from her, throwing it in the trash, before turning around to look at her jersey. 

“It's pretty bad isn't it?” she asks him

“It is.. How about this, how about I buy you a new one?” 

“I can't accept that, it was an accident. Plus i dont your name.” the girl says, holding her ground as she looks directly in his eyes. 

Jack can't help but get lost in her eyes as they look at each other. 

“Yes you will, and my names jack.” flashing her smile before grabbing her hand

“Now come with me, we're going to go get you a new jersey and a hot dog, and anything else your heart desires, got it?” Jack says, briefly looking at the girl, who sends him a nod in approval. Turning back around, as he continues walking them through the crowd.

“Yn!” she says loudly behind him 

“What?” Jack asks, turning back around, confused by what she said to him.

“Yn, my name is Yn. Only fair if you know mine now” yn says with a small smile

“Well yn, what size jersey are you?” Jack asks, looking at yn, who has a slight smile on her face as she looks over all of the different jerseys.

“Umm..medium? Can I get the white one?” she asks 

“Of course” Jack sends her a smile as he talks to the worker, quickly getting the jersey for the girl. 

Sending the guy behind the counter a thank you, picking up the bad before handing it to yn.

“Jack..thank you so much” 

“You're very welcome, now on to a hotdog” he says with a smile

“Okat only on one condition.” she says

“And that is?”

“You let me buy them. I can't let you buy me anything else today.” yn says, looking at him sternly.

“Yes ma’am” 

“And so help me god if you get mayo on your hot dog, i will break down in tears.” 

“Mayo? On a hot dog?” he questions 

“Yes. it's sick and people actually do it.” she laughs 

“ well no, mayo on my hotdog for me” he smiles to her

“Good. That's what I like to hear,” she says, lifting her head up, sending him a smile before getting in line. 

Jack looks at her for a second, and in that moment he knew, hed just found the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. 

– 

“Quinn. I'm freaking out." Jack says as he paces on the dock.

“Jack calm down, she's going to say yes. Take a deep breath "Quinn says as soothing as he can, in an attempt to calm his brother's nerves.

“You don't know that” jack snaps at him 

“Yes I do, you guys have been inseparable for the last 5 years. You two are the same person, and can share the same brain cell. She will say yes.'' Quinn says. walking over to Jack, bringing him into a hug, hoping to help calm down.

Jack pulls back after a few moments, murmuring a soft thank you, before taking a deep breath, straightening his back before turning around to look out at the lake. The calm water seems to calm his nerves for a few moments. 

“She's on her way” quinn says, laying a hand on jacks shoulder giving it a squeeze before turning around heading off the dock, leaving jack alone with his thoughts. 

A few moments later he can hear the sound of the footsteps on the dock behind him, turning slightly to see her walking towards him in the prettiest white dress, the bottom of it flowing in the wind as she walks. 

“Hi, pretty girl” jack says while grabbing her hand pulling her to stand in front of him

“Hi” she says breathlessly like she'd been holding her breath the whole way here.

“I don't really know where to start but I'll start by doing this,” Jack says before slowly dropping down to one knee. Yns hands quickly move to cover her mouth, as she looks down at Jack with tears welling her eyes.

“Yn. you've been my rock, my best friend, my biggest supporter, and most importantly the love of my life for the last 5 years.” 

Yn lets out a choked sob that causes Jack to pause for a moment, to regain his breaths he can feel his eyes beginning to water, as he continues.

“I knew you would be the person I'd spend the rest of my life with the moment I crashed into you, spreading mustard and ketchup all over you. Even at that moment I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. Thank you for always making me feel seen and loved, I wouldn't have been able to do any of this without you. I love you, and I promise I'll love you forever, until my heart gives out. So would you do the greatest honor of being my wife?” 

“Yes. yes. A million times yes, jack.” she says as she struggles to hold back her tears as she launches herself onto jack. The both of them wrapped in each other's embrace, tears of joy falling from both of their eyes. 

Jack pulls back enough to slide the perfectly cut, sized ring onto her hand. the ring going on perfectly, as if it was the last piece of the puzzle, laying perfectly on her hand. 

“Jack it's beautiful” yn beams at him, tears still falling, hitting her cheeks like raindrops on a window. 

“Not as beautiful as you” Jack says, bringing his fingers under her cheeks wiping them away. 

“I love you” she says 

“I've loved you since we were 18, '' Jack says softly before pulling her into a kiss. 

“I wanna love like you made me feel, When we were eighteen”

[fireinmoonshot]

idea for a tyler owens one shot. he broke off the relationship years ago and then you see each other again. maybe you go out for drinks and one thing leads to another. kinda inspired by the song bad idea right by olivia rodrigo.

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this request in. I'm sorry it took me like a week to get around to writing and posting. I hope you like it. I honestly had so much fun writing this one. I'm not sure how closely inspired it is by the song, but I tried my best to give it that same kind of vibe! 😊💗

You knew that going home was probably a bad idea, but it’d been years since you’d gone back and after a particularly hard couple of months, home was the only place you wanted to be – even with the threat of seeing Tyler around. That’s why, when you’d gone out with friends two nights ago to celebrate your return to town, you hadn’t been surprised to run into him.

The two of you had exchanged pleasantries, saying a quick hello before you’d headed back to your friends. You weren’t avoiding him, but you weren’t particularly interested in a conversation with him either. After all, he had been the one to break things off between the two of you a few years ago. 

It’d been a fairly amicable break-up, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be best friends. Especially since you hadn’t seen him in years. 

You’d assumed that the one interaction at the bar would be the only one. That you likely wouldn’t see him again before you headed back home or before he headed off chasing storms again. Until you woke up to a text the next morning. 

It was nice seeing you again last night. Would you wanna catch up over a drink?

Every fibre of your being told you to say no, but somehow you’d texted Yes back. 

You didn’t put too much effort into your appearance or dress up to meet him at the bar he’d suggested – one you used to go to a fair bit when you’d been together. You hadn’t been there since. Tyler had seen the best and worst sides of you, so you knew he wasn’t going to care if you showed up in your best outfit or your pyjamas. 

It was the smile he gave you when you walked towards the bar and saw him waiting outside for you that made you question whether thiswas a bad idea. You pushed down the feeling in your stomach – the same one you used to get around him before. 

“So, how’s the city treating you?” Tyler finally asked when you were both sat down inside, a drink in front of each of you. “Not being tempted into moving back home?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No, it’d have to take a miracle to bring me back home, I think. The city is nice. I wouldn’t call it home, but it’s as good as these days.” You decided to refrain from telling him about the stressful few months at your job, as well as some drama with your landlord. He didn’t need to know about those things.

Tyler, though, had always been able to see through you.

“It’s nice? It’s as good as home? I’m not convinced.”

You stared at him for a moment. He could still do that, even after not seeing or speaking to you for years? It felt like the time had never passed between you, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. You leant towards not, and you knew your friends would agree. 

And… was it possible for Tyler Owens to have gotten more attractive?

“How’s the team? Have you blown up on Youtube yet?” You decided to attempt to change the topic before you got off track or before you said something you’d probably end up regretting. Tyler had asked you out here tonight to catch up, not to rekindle. 

Tyler let out a long sigh, obviously irritated with you changing the subject, and then  switched, his annoyed expression breaking into a grin. “You mean you haven’t been keeping up with our Youtube channel? C’mon, darlin’, we’ve got a million subscribers and you’re telling me you’re not one of them?”

“I’m really not,” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “I don’t make it a habit to keep up with what my ex-boyfriends do, funnily enough. But I’m glad to hear the channel has worked out for you guys. I guess there’s a real market for storm chasing these days.”

“I mean, I tried to keep up with what you were doing, but Boone eventually convinced me to stop once he caught me checking your Instagram right before a chase,” Tyler laughed softly, then paused, as if he was surprised at himself for admitting that right to your face. “Anyway, Youtube is going well and the team are great. Storm season starts soon, we’re all hoping it’s gonna be a good one.”

You paused, your drink half way to your mouth. “You check my Instagram?”

“Key word there was checking, darlin’,” Tyler said. “But yeah, at the start, of course I did. I broke up with you, you left not long after. I had it in my head that I was the reason you moved away, even though you told me I wasn’t, but I still wanted to know that you were okay, that the city was all right and that you were safe.” 

The desire to come clean and tell Tyler everything about your life in the city had never been stronger. You wanted to tell him about your irritating landlord, about the way your refrigerator in your apartment kept breaking down and the air conditioning never worked, about how everyone at work kept looking down on you despite your experience, about the fact that you’d been on so many dates in the last few years since you moved, but none of them came close to Tyler. 

But you couldn’t.

Instead, you took a very long drink from your glass and then sat it back on the table. All the while, Tyler looked at you, reading you with those eyes that he could see through you with. 

“Things aren’t great in the city, are they?” He asked softly.

You didn’t have to tell Tyler anything because he already knew. 

Hearing his words, the soft way in which he spoke them, and seeing the way he looked at you, suddenly became overwhelming. This man, the one you’d been in love with years ago, the one you used to tell everything to, the one who used to be your home, was sitting right in front of you again and making you feel like you mattered again, after months of being made to feel invisible in the city.

“Will you excuse me for a second?” You didn’t give Tyler a chance to respond before you were up, making a beeline for the front door, desperate to get some air. If you stayed in that bar any longer, you were sure you’d end up making a bad decision. If Tyler kept looking at you like that and making you feel like the version of yourself you were years ago, you worried you were going to become that person again. 

You let out a breath of relief as you stepped outside the bar, the cool evening air hitting you. It was still spring, the air not quite cold but nice enough to be refreshing on your skin as you walked to an emptier spot just down the street, away from the crowd which had spilled out of the bar the later it got in the night. 

It didn’t come as a surprise to you that Tyler followed you. He always wanted to make sure you were okay when you had been together, and that clearly hadn’t changed, especially with the way he’d just been talking to you. 

He sidled up beside you, making sure to give you enough space, knowing that you needed it. “Sweetheart,” he started. “I know I’m probably the last person you wanna talk to right now, but you know you can talk to me, don’t you?”

You met his eyes and nodded. 

“I know I’m your ex, but I still care about you. Probably more than I should.”

You’d never wanted to kiss a man more in your whole life.

“Why more than you should?” You asked, taking a step towards him and noticing the way the look in his eyes changed as he looked at you. 

“Because I should’ve moved on by now.”

“But you haven’t?”

Tyler swallowed. “It’s only ever been you.”

In that moment, nothing could stop you from closing the distance between the two of you, cupping Tyler’s cheeks in your hands and pressing your lips to his. Tyler was quick to kiss you back and you could tell that for the both of you, it was just like coming up for air after years of drowning without each other.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body as his lips moved against yours, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. The fact that you were out on a public street, not far from a crowded bar, didn’t cross either of your minds. All that you could think about was each other and the feeling of each others lips.

When, eventually, you needed to stop for a breather, Tyler rested his forehead against the top of your head, his breathing heavy. “I take it we’re not just talking tonight, darlin’?”

“Not tonight,” you admitted. “We probably shouldn’t have done this, y’know?”

“I know,” Tyler agreed. “But if you think I’m ever letting you go again, you’re wrong.”

You let out a small laugh. “I said it’d take a miracle to bring me back home, Ty.”

His face broke out into a grin. “Didn’t I tell you miracle is my middle name?”

[wwisteriiaa]

I just wanna be yours

| Josh x F! reader

Warnings; None

Author note; Hello! I’ve tried replying to the request but it keeps just not posting so I’m trying this instead! Enjoy there will be a second part that will be smutty reason why this is so short!

The drums filled the small room you were in, You watched Tyler and Josh play music and practice some other ideas they had.

You watched as Josh pushed his hair out of his face to see, your heart fluttering as he did that, you've been trying to ignore the feeling you've had around Josh for awhile, but it just felt like you barely couldn't anymore, you softly sighed as you looked at Tyler to keep your mind of the drummer.

You and Tyler grew up together, like literally your mothers were best friends in highschool and they had you and Tyler around the same time, you were two days younger then Tyler, and wherever Tyler went you went, he was like a brother to you.

Your eyes started to look at Josh again, you shaking your head slightly before getting up, " I'm going to head out." you said softly, you had the next three days off from work till you went back on Monday and you thought it was best to hermit at home to catch up on shows, Tyler looked at you with a sad look, " awe, you sure? " He asked as you nodded, " yes Tyler." you said laughing as you hugged him and waved bye to Josh before heading upstairs saying goodbye to Jenna in the process.

-

It's been two hours since you left Tyler's and you were laying on your couch drinking your third glass of wine, you've been trying your best to stop thinking of Josh but you just couldn't, you laid on the couch looking at the ceiling eyes closed as you tried to remember each thing of Josh, his eyes, face, hair. Everything.

You groaned as you grabbed your phone making sure to Mute your conversation with Josh and turning read receipts off before touching the keyboard and writing something.

' Josh, l've liked you for awhile, probably for about two years, the way you play the drums and the jokes you make, and the way you push your hair out of your face, I just can't stop thinking about you, sure l've drank a few glasses of wine but I'm being truthful, I think about you when I'm laying in bed at night, wait scratch that, that's weird to say. Actually well not really because it's true. I wanna feel your breath against my lips and body. I just wanna be near you. I think you are a pretty cool guy and I just love hanging out with you.'

You quickly sent the message don't noticing you were rambling on in the message, you quickly turned your phone off and threw it across the room before drinking the rest of your wine, you've got up and made sure the doors were locked of your apartment before shutting the lights off and going into your room, you've planted face down on the bed groaning, regretting sending that text to him.

Soon you curled up into bed falling asleep not knowing if Josh ever read the message or has sent anything.

-

You wake up in the morning, going and grabbing your phone from the living room and making some coffee, you noticed the messages from Tyler asking if you were home and if you were good. You groaned remembering you sent the message to Josh last night, something you wished you slept away.

You quickly opened messages and saw a notification from Josh but you ignored it and clicked on Tyler's message, " I'm good. I'm just vibing at home. " You sent with a smiley face before placing your phone back on the counter and going back to bed, " too early for this. " you decided.

-

[missidk1121]

Chapter 1: A Familiar, Bitter Taste

Pairing: Dino x Fem!Reader

Chapter tags: Just soft & cozy vibes 💕

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.2K

Author's Note: It's here! Happy 10th anniversary to SEVENTEEN!!! 💎 So excited to share this story! Creating this has really meant so much to me, and I hope others can find the same enjoyment in reading it as I did (and still am... it's not quite done as of right now) writing it. If you are interested in being tagged when I post each chapter, feel free to comment or send a DM / ask! Thank you to all who read this! ☕️🩷

Tags: @syluslittlecrows

🎧 Music playing at The Cozy Bloom

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Chan lifted the chopstick, placing it carefully in the middle of the dry bed of coffee grounds. Giving it a quick stir, he created a small divot just as a beep sounded from the electric kettle. Picking up the kettle he lowered the gooseneck just above the dripper and let the water pour out slowly in the middle before gently moving the kettle in small deliberate circles to saturate the grounds. He watched the coffee bloom, the coffee bubbling at the same time the quaint sound of the doorbell rang, signaling the morning’s first customer.

He looked up to find you slumping towards your usual seat in the corner.

“The usual,” you mumbled as you sat down, laying your head atop your folded arms.

“Already on it,” said Chan as he started on the next pour. “You texted me earlier, remember?”

You lifted your head for a moment, your eyes half lidded. “Oh? I guess I did.”

Chan let out a quiet laugh as you rested your chin on your arms, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Got a long day ahead, huh?”

“Yes, don’t even get me started. Our team is getting ready to start on a new project and the deadlines are already pretty strict. Also, we have a new senior engineer joining the team tomorrow.” You sighed. “I’m the only junior developer. I know it hasn’t been that long, but I feel like– I don’t know, like I’m behind or something. I feel like I’m struggling to keep up and that there’s so much I still don’t know.”

The coffee slowed to a drip, and Chan removed the paper filter. This wasn’t the first time you had expressed such feelings. You’ve only been working at your current job for a little over a year now, but he could understand why you were feeling doubtful. You always worked so hard; you were smart, ambitious, and diligent to the point of being painstakingly meticulous, qualities which he admired and that inspired him all the time, but they were also the things that made you feel like you weren’t good enough, like there was always something you could’ve done better in any given scenario. He wished he knew how to better reassure you in times like these.

Chan looked at you, saying gently, “You’re not behind. You’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for. Just bloom at your own pace.”

You peeked your eyes open a little, raising an eyebrow. “Did you just tell me to ‘bloom’ at my own pace?”

Your nose crinkled in amusement at the coffee pun as a quiet laughter rose out from you, and Chan took that as a win.

“Coffee blooms differently depending on the coffee itself, the roast level, grind size, water temperature. We are no different,” he explained solemnly, earning another laugh out of you. “That aside, are your team members expecting you to know everything?”

“Well… no, I guess they aren’t. At least, I don’t think so.”

He removed the dripper and poured the coffee into a mug. Then he scoffed, saying, “They better not be. Especially that Soonyoung guy.”

You chuckled again. “Haha, true. He’s pretty… technologically challenged for a senior engineer.”

Chan walked toward your table and set the mug in front of you, and as he sat down across from you he observed how just the smell of it lifted you from your drowsiness. “In any case, if I can get your day off to a good start, maybe the rest will follow smoothly.”

“Thanks, Chan,” you said. You lean in toward the coffee, taking in the aroma before exhaling a sigh of relief, your usual bright smile beaming at him. “I needed that. The encouragement and the coffee.”

The sunrise began to pour through the windows, its light shining through behind you to cast a soft glow around your figure. You and him in the café at sunrise. No one else but the two of you sitting across from each other at a small table in the corner as you quietly drink the coffee he made for you.

“Of course,” Chan replied softly.

The two of you sat in the peace of an empty café for a while longer, making small talk and enjoying each other’s company, before the bell rang once again.

“Morning, Chan!” entered Seungkwan, stopping abruptly when he didn’t see anyone behind the counter. He looked around to find you and Chan. “Oh, there you are. And look who else is here! Good morning!”

You waved at him. “Good morning, Seungkwan.”

The door opened again, this time with Vernon moseying in. He let out a yawn, the words muffled as he said, “Morning. You’re here early.”

“Yeah, thought I’d bug Chan for a quiet drink before the morning rush,” you said. Then you glanced down at your watch. “Oh, I’d better start heading toward the office.” You searched your wallet and pulled out some cash, placing it on the table in front of Chan.

Getting up, you turned toward him, facing away from the others as you quietly added “Plus a big tip,” with a wink before quickly heading toward the door, leaving him amused by your subtle burst of spontaneity, still yet a rare thing but was becoming more and more frequent.

“Later, guys!”

“Bye! Good luck today! Fighting!” Chan cheered.

“Fighting!” Seungkwan and Vernon joined.

The door shut behind you, and you looked through the window for a moment, raising your fist along with them before rushing off.

The three of them watched you cross the street, and as soon as you were out of sight Seungkwan gave Chan a prying look.

“Sooo, how are things between you two?”

Vernon nodded approvingly. “That looked like progress.”

“Knock it off,” Chan said, rolling his eyes. “I keep telling you, it’s not like that.”

“Sitting together alone in the café? At sunrise? That’s not the first time that’s happened either,” Seungkwan said, mocking suspicion.

Chan grabbed the cash and walked toward the register, saying, “Listen here, busybody: we only do that sometimes. And besides, it’s not like she sees it that way.”

“Okay, first of all,” rebutted Seungkwan, “I am merely invested in the story between you two. Second, you two did this a couple days ago. She came in this early, on a Saturday. And third, how do you know she doesn’t see it that way?”

Chan couldn’t offer a counterpoint. He knew you like the back of his hand, as though you were one side and he was the other. You were, aside from that off-the-cuff wink a minute ago, rigid in a way that made you predictable. Over time he had picked up on what you liked and didn’t like, how to read between the lines of your stoic expressions. And yet, he couldn’t tell what you thought about your quiet mornings together, or the times you spent with each other outside the café, from dance classes, to movies at your place, dinner at his place, or just hanging out anywhere in between. He knew you liked them, but he wasn’t sure you felt anything beyond that.

Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure what he was feeling either. Moments like earlier, moments that had once felt temperate and pleasant but somewhere along the lines had stirred into a tender warmth, over and over again. They’ve become so commonplace, a routine ingrained in his everyday life, a habit he can’t break. They were so familiar now that trying to picture anything beyond them felt too uncomfortable.

Thankfully, the door opened again, the bell snapping Chan out of his spiraling thoughts as customers began to line up, prompting Seungkwan and Vernon to quickly get moving behind the counter.

“Get to work, you two!” Chan said almost— no, definitely smugly.

“Agh, just because you’ve worked here longer than we have doesn’t mean you get to treat us like we’re younger than you!” Seungkwan huffed as he shooed Chan away from the front counter.

“Saved by the bell,” Vernon remarked.

The day had finally ended, and you decided to invite a couple of your friends from work to join you for a meal at The Cozy Bloom. They had never been before, but you spoke to them often about coming here, frequently mentioning your best friend Chan, whom they now can’t seem to stop looking for. Clearly this was a mistake.

“Here is your drink, sir,” said Seungkwan, a friendly smile gracing his features as he placed an iced americano in front of Soonyoung.

“Ah, thanks,” Soonyoung responded absently.

He took a sip, keeping tabs on the two baristas working while failing to notice Seungkwan’s side eye toward him as he was walking away, his normally well mannered disposition replaced by one of subtle judgment.

Minghao, the other barista on duty, noticed their eyes on him but awkwardly did his best to ignore them. Meanwhile Chan was busy at the espresso machine preparing steamed milk, focused on the task at hand, unaware that he was being watched by a couple of hawks.

You rolled your eyes. At least the other hawk was a little less shameless.

Seokmin would glance between the two of them but then quickly look away wide-eyed and embarrassed whenever someone caught him.

“Earth to Soonyoung. Can you not?” you said, slowly swinging your hand side to side in front of him like a metronome.

Soonyoung lowered your hand, snapping your metronome as he finally looked at you and said, “Which one is he?”

Seokmin sipped his coffee and whispered, “Definitely the one with the blonde hair. He seems uncomfortable knowing that Y/N’s friends are watching him.”

“I don’t know, man. She once said that coffee was his first love. That other guy seems like he’s in the zone.”

Pretending you didn’t know them seemed to be your best option. You placed your hand to the side of your face, looking to the plain beige wall to soothe your embarrassment when all of a sudden a familiar voice came from next to your table.

“Oh, Kwon Soonyoung? It’s been a while. I haven’t heard from you since you landed that job. How’s that going?”

You looked up to find Seungcheol, the owner and manager, holding out his hand to greet your teammate. Soonyoung shook his hand.

“Yo, Seungcheol. Didn’t know you worked here. The job’s… well, I haven’t gotten fired yet. By the way, where’s Chan?” he asked bluntly.

Your eyes widened as you tried to quickly signal Seungcheol to keep his mouth shut, but it was too late as he pointed toward Chan, who was still blissfully unaware as he completed his latte art, carefully placing the cup aside to be served.

“Chan? He’s one of our baristas. Is something the matter?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Oh no, it’s nothing,” said Seokmin. The dollar he slipped under the table toward Soonyoung did not go unseen by you.

“We were just wondering which one was her friend,” Soonyoung said, sneakily taking the money as he pointed at you.

You could only muster an awkward smile at Seungcheol as you mouthed a quiet apology. He gave you a sympathetic smile before looking back at Soonyoung.

“Ah, I see,” Seungcheol said uncomfortably, but in his most professional tone said, “Well, I came over here because one of our workers noticed you watching them and felt uncomfortable, so if you could, I’d like you to please just focus on enjoying your meal.”

“Sorry,” they both apologized, bowing lightly.

The courteous manager bowed. But as soon as he walked away the two took another close look at Chan then turned their attention back to you.

“Wow, he seems kinda young,” said Soonyoung.

“He’s my age!” you refuted.

“So how did you two meet?” Seokmin asked eagerly.

You sighed, mostly in defeat but partly in nostalgia. “It was about seven years ago now. We went to the same school, but I was in computer science, while he was studying dance education, so we didn’t meet each other at school. We were both in college when this place opened up. Chan worked here part-time, while I studied here a lot. At this same table too, usually. The first time we really spoke to each other was during exam period, when I was just so exhausted that I… fell asleep until it was way past closing time. Chan just let me sleep and stuck around until I woke up. Although he kinda dozed off too at the table behind me.” You let out a soft laugh at the memory. “He told me I was working too hard and that I needed the sleep. And, as they say, the rest is history.”

A few moments later. The smile that had grown as you remembered that day had all but dissipated as you predicted word for word how they were about to react.

“Awww,” Seokmin sighed dreamily.

“Wow… now that’s a meet-cute if I’ve ever heard one,” uttered Soonyoung.

Right on the money. You could only imagine what kind of cheesy rom-com your humble life would become if these two jokers were your wingmen.

“Why are you like this?” you deadpanned.

Soonyoung raised his hands defensively. “Hey, we’re not going to ask you how you feel about him or all that, but I need to know: did he cover you up with his jacket or something in your sleep?”

They both snickered and leaned in, two sides of the same coin waiting to hear your answer.

You had purposefully left out the part where he did exactly that.

“No.”

They slumped back and groaned simultaneously.

“Agh, he’s not the one,” Seokmin said, feigning disappointment.

“Hey, if you ever find someone better than that guy, we’ll be here for you.” Soonyoung solemnly placed a hand over his heart.

You knew they were just faking their disapproval of Chan, but for some reason their words stung a little. You knew that a guy like Chan would be worthy of anyone’s approval.

You scoffed. “If I met someone I liked, I’d sooner go to him than you two.”

Chan watched as you spoke with your friends, seeing you start to smile while the other two leaned in like you were stepping through the algorithm to find the longest substring of a palindrome, something he too found fascinating when you explained it to him, even if most of it went over his head. The look of fondness as you spoke made him grin a little as he wondered what you were actually talking about. Were those your teammates? He’d have to ask you after his shift was done.

“Chan!” called out Seungkwan, motioning downward.

Chan looked down to find he had been pouring water along the edges of the paper filter, causing it to fold inward over top of the coffee grounds.

“Sorry!” he apologized.

His shift finished up quickly enough, with work keeping him busy as well as checking on you every now and again. You went outside and saw your friends off, just in time for him to wrap things up on his end and join you.

You let out an exasperated sigh and shook your head. “Ahh, those two. I swear if they keep asking about… ah, never mind.”

“Are those your team members?” he asked as you both started toward home.

“One of them is. Soonyoung and Seokmin. Seokmin works in finance. They’re roommates.”

“Oh, I see. I thought you were friends with Soonyoung, and you all seemed fairly close. Do you not get along with them?”

“We get along fine, it’s just that this is the first time they’ve been to the café and they kept bugging me about… about you.”

Chan’s eyes widened, and an uncomfortable yet vaguely familiar tightness settled in his stomach. “Me?”

“Yeah, I think I talk to them about you too much.” You paused, your gaze casted upward in thought. “I mean, call me selfish, but I knew I should’ve just kept us to myself.”

Chan’s breath hitched.

“Us?”

“Anyway,” you continued, “I’m heading home. You wanna join me for a movie or something?”

He cleared his throat as he tried to force the uneasy sensation to calm down. “Um, sure. That sounds fun.”

You grinned. “All right. Rock, paper, scissors, best out of three when we get back to see who gets to pick this time.”

Chan chuckled, smirking playfully as he said, “Okay, you’re on. Although I have won the past three times. You sure you can handle losing again?”

You cheerfully skipped ahead a bit, turning to face him as you began to walk backwards.

“I survived work and dinner with my nosy coworkers. Nothing can stop me now–”

Except for the door that just opened up behind you.

Just as you were riding on the high of getting through another day, the entrance to the convenience store opened up, causing you to stumble backward into whoever was walking out.

Chan raced to try and catch you, but you were too far away. Fortunately for you, however, the person you bumped into caught you with ease.

Holding you in his arms was a young man around your age. He casually sported some shorts and a large white t-shirt, part of which clung to his figure in sweat. Perspiration covered his brow, just barely wetting the tips of his otherwise pristine dark hair as he gazed down at you with his doe-like eyes. You instinctively grabbed at his chest for support, blushing as your eyes flitted back and forth between your hand and his eyes.

“I am so sorry! Are you all right?” he asked, his voice low and soft-spoken.

You said nothing, merely nodding as you removed your hand from his chest and carefully stood up.

The man let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

He held out his hand between you and Chan.

“I’m Joshua,” he said, a gentle smile gracing his features.

Chan looked to you to introduce yourself first, but when he saw you, you were not your usual self. You bit your bottom lip and stared down at his outstretched hand for several seconds before blinking in realization, your lips parting slightly as you finally reached for his hand, shying away from direct eye contact.

“Y/N. Sorry,” you mumbled.

Then it was his turn. “Chan. I’m sorry. We got a bit carried away.”

“No worries,” said Joshua. “I was feeling a little disoriented, so I went for a jog to try and clear my head, but I guess I’m still kinda all over the place.” Pointing toward the next block, he added, “I actually just moved here today.”

At the end of the next block stood an apartment complex, the only place he could’ve been pointing at. Right where you two were heading.

Your eyes widened, life flooding back into them as you said, “Oh! That’s where I live. What room number?”

“302.”

You gasped. “Wow. That’s right next door to my place… I heard someone was moving in, but to think we’d meet like this…”

“Woah, that’s crazy,” he said, eyes wide. “Well, I guess that means we’ll be seeing more of each other then.”

Joshua chuckled and flashed another smile at you, and Chan saw that look again — the way your breath would stop, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering between staring into his or looking away shyly as you smiled back — and that familiar knot in his stomach formed again.

[callsign-datura]

would u ever make a version of fboy ghost for konig? 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

WOULD I EVER? yes.

fuckboy!konig isn't like fuckboy!ghost. he tells you he loves you to butter you up, shows you affection and promises your relationship isn't some fwb thing that will end up in heartbreak and tears.

fuckboy!konig buys you pretty things. you're a pretty person, you deserve nothing but the best. sometimes you tell him he shouldn't, he doesn't have to because those sexy pieces will end up torn to bits by the end of the night anyways so he shouldn't waste his money. but he takes that as a challenge. ends up buying a few hundred dollars worth of lingerie and cute little outfits and normal every day pieces for you to wear. he says it's because he likes seeing you feel pretty, but in reality, seeing you in skimpy outfits because it gives him a raging boner.

fuckboy!konig who treats you like his prince/princess everywhere but in bed. in bed, he says the dirtiest things. things that, if he wasn't buried into you up to the hilt, you'd probably end up tearing up a bit from the venom that coated his voice as he said them. "come on, maus. give me another like the slut you are... you know you wanna drench my cock, mm?" fuckboy!konig who has a habit of shooing off other guys when you're out together. since he treats you like royalty, it's a routine for him to take you out to dinner or take you out to buy clothes or anything like that. and since you're so attractive, you get looks from people in public. he always has a hand on you somewhere to give off a protective vibe to anyone in the vicinity. and since konig is a big fucking guy, most people feel too intimidated to fuck with him and his girl. fuckboy!konig has had plenty of partners. met plenty of women who've begged for his cock, begged for him to put them in a mating press, but when you beg, you do it so prettily. that glossy look in your eyes when you're looking up at him with drool dripping down the corner of your mouth from the intense facefucking he'd gave you minutes prior, when you're whimpering his name so softly and begging him to fuck you... he can't resist. to him, you're irresistible. fuckboy!konig likes being in control. whether that be choking, pulling your hair or putting you into stressful positions, whatever he wants you to do? you will do, and that's just how it works. (f!reader) fuckboy!konig has a breeding kink. a painfully strong breeding kink. he's sworn off hitting it raw since last time he did, you had a pregnancy scare. but when you text him and tell him you're going on birth control? he almost gets hard instantly. thinking of being able to fuck his cum into that pretty hole of yours, thinking of how it would feel to hit your cervix over and over with each bruising thrust and not having a care in the world? holy shit, he's fucking his fist minutes after you text him. (and definitely sending a video) (m!reader) fuckboy!konig is a switch for his boys. loves dominating you, but also loves letting you dominate him; either way, part of him loves just being close to you in general. whether that be with you bent over a counter and one of his hands wrapped around the base of your cock, giving lithe pumping motions as his hips rock back and forth into you, or lying on his back with that pretty body of yours bouncing up and down his cock and fucking him into overstimulation. has a thing for pushing your legs up to your chest and holding your legs together with one hand while he grabs and squeezes the fat of your ass and pounds into you at the same time. this man has you seeing stars. def makes you taste your own cum. fuckboy!konig dreams of fucking you. nightly. definitely wakes up with a painfully hard cock and definitely sends you a video of him pulling the hem of his boxers down underneath his cock, making sure the angle catches the way his length bobs and twitches a bit as he grunts softly into his phone. he's desperate; and his desperation is hot as fuck. fuckboy!konig insists on you seeing other guys, but he can't deny the way his heart flutters when you say no. "you're all i need," you mumble to him, your soft voice making heat blossom throughout his belly. "why would i want some other guy?" and he smiles when he looks down at you, his gaze filled with something that he never expected to feel-- affection.

[simpinghour]

Shigaraki as your plug 🍃🌱

Shigaraki x reader, Mentions of oral sex, squirting, orgasm, weed

So before you get into this, I want to say that I am so sorry I've not been able to post. I am completely disabled. I'm smoking day and night bc gabapentin doesnt do shit for pain and I cant function any other way.

With that said, I used the voice to text to write most of this but it's still hell on my hands bc I had to use my laptop to edit and my hands are why Im disable. theyre numb as shit as i type this and i gott be up in four hours to go to the ss office.

but im high and is horny hours so here you go, Shigaraki x reader, Mentions of oral sex, squirting, orgasm, weed

Shigaraki is a creepy sort of dude, there's no denying it. But there was something about him that you liked all the same.

Then came the day where some drunk dude thought nothing of shoving his hand up your skirt and groping you at the cub.

By the time Shigaraki was done with the guy, he’d been left cowering in the alley with a broken hand and a busted nose.

He gained more of your respect after that.

It doesn’t hurt that he always is willing to give you free weed. But he always wants to linger at your place for longer than is needed for a regular drop off.

You’ve long suspected that he has a thing for you. Today you’re absolutely sure he does. He brought you some new strain that everyone has been raving about. You have Darkwave playing on low and you’re both reclined on your bed. Shigaraki’s hair tickles your bare calf and his fingers have been suspiciously inching closer and closer to the hem of your shorts.

“Do girls like it when you go down on them?” He asks, completely out of the blue.

Normally you’d be shocked, but the weed he brought has you literally locked into place among your mountain of pillows and squishes. Plus the vibe of the synths in your ear, the fairie lights strung among the floral garland in your room and the sweet sandalwood incense mingled with the dank weed is a delight for the senses.

“Some do,” you reply airily. “And some don’t. I understand why though; it’s only good when you have someone who knows what they’re doing and if not, they’re willing to learn.”

“Ah,” he replies in that oddly rough voice of his. His dry fingers are rubbing along the top of your thigh with more vigor now and you can hear Shigaraki swallowing hard.

“Does that mean you’re willing to teach?” He asks.

“Does that mean you’re willing to leave?”

“Yeah.”

You unceremoniously shift around to kneel up in bed and slip out your shorts and panties. They’re tossed to the floor and you grab a pillow, arrange it so you’ll be comfortable and lie down.

Shigaraki is staring at the entire scene unfold and there’s a strange glimmer in his red eyes. Your pussy has already begun throbbing as it’s been a while since you’ve had any action and you suspect that you’re dripping onto the sheets already.

Shigaraki isn’t even shy— he immediately slides flat onto his belly, slips both arms beneath your thighs and plants a hot, wet mouth directly upon you.

You don’t know if it’s beginner’s luck or what, but he suspiciously finds your clit with deft precision and somehow knows to warm it up gently with the flat of his tongue before aggressively sucking and licking away.

You’re secretly ashamed to admit how much you want to moan by the idea of letting your creepy plug eat your pussy like it’s dessert and do a damn good job.

And then Shigaraki sucks the underside of your clit in a way that forces a yelp out of you. It’s not long before shame leaves your body the way water escapes a popped balloon.

You barely recognize your own voice when you tell him to use his fingers but not go too deep. You’re sure the bastard is smirking the way he inserts two fingertips inside and nudges them juuust right into your g-spot, but you can’t tell because the sensation send a jolt so fierce throughout your entire body and now you’re clutching onto your pillow with both eyes squeezed shut.

Shigaraki seems to know he’s got you where he wants you, because your thighs are easily coaxed up into the air.

Between the perfect fingerwork combined with the perfect lips and tonguework on your now engorged clit, your orgasm hits you faster than you can anticipate. One moment you were sucking in air, trying to cope with the floaty sensation of being high combined with the hot, wet nasty feeling of someone’s open mouth completely engulfing your genitals without it hurting, and the next you were screaming Shigaraki’s name combined with incoherent gibberish as your pussy spasmed and spurted around his long, thick fingers.!

Eventually you realized Shigaraki had turned on the fan and lay back down next to you, in the same before when his soft blue hair brushed against your calf.

He kept going until you begged him to stop, and the only thing you could register was the soaked sheets beneath your ass and the way your body continued to tremble.

[pleasantspark]

The Critical Community Callout Post

Fuck it, I am done gonna release and tell you who I am vaguing about. Let's start by saying please do NOT send any hate to anyone, I am simply gonna make this clear.

This community cannot handle one week without having a singular issue at all, either it's Cherry, RaySquid or Chai it's some people who cannot handle the block/mute feature and go straight to making a hitpeice.

ChaiFootsteps Derangement Syndrome

There's been countless callout posts from people, and it's ALWAYS leads back to Chai as if HE's the issue, there's been misinformation being spread and most of it you're getting from is you guessed it Dani and the Hazbin Stan Community.

They find a way to link anything shitty as it being Chai's fault. Have we really went too far in hubris? Look, I hate proshippers but there's been misinformation done OVER AND OVER to the point people who accused Chai did NOT ever FUCKING update it, when they are made aware instead they ignore people.

This is prime example of not listening at all lmfaooo.

Let me tell you something Chai isn't the boogeyman you all think he is, he's NOT involved in ANYTHING that ANYONE does, people just have borderline issues and they project these issues onto others. For clarity on this, here's what Chai said.

So even when he EXPLAINS you properly didn't acknowledge it? Yeah I find it hard to believe.

This is proof when you cry for "CHAI PLEASE ADDRESS THIS!!111!!" you finally get it and it's "NOT ENOUGGGGH!" NEVER CHANGE CRITICAL COMMUNITY THIS MILK IS DELICIOUS.

My Bridge Incident

Alright here we go, about yesterday. I receieved varying asks about the Limus situation.

I also suppose it's this.

But context clues, Retard means STUPID, are we forgetting it means stupid? I mean harsh yes, but that's how I am.

The issue was, and I quote, I said a offensive word.

Oh geez. Let's see what it means.

It's considered offensive now because people find it offensive 10 years ago we didn't.

Usually it's used for people with autism you KNOW the MENTAL ILLNESS I HAVE? Lol. LMAO EVEN.

Everyone whose a seasoned OrionBug OG knows I had an abusive stepdad, he used that word to insult me ALOT, I use the word in my vernacular to reclaim it. In order to actually feel better about myself. Empowering moment, to take back control.

But for some reason all is ignored when people find it offensive on behalf of others, and it's all there is to it.

Critical Bug's (totally hit)hitpeice on me.

Y'all don't send hate bruv bc nah this isn't what we're doing, so for starters this person, who was one of my mutuals decided to make a post crying about what I said to them after instead of taking it to DMs like a normal person did it on Anon.

Now, listen. If you have an issue, I can open up a discussion in the DMs or my server (Link below) but this person did not, they instead made a post meant to Slander and diss me. I know it was directed at me, because this the post lol.

Yes, they are complaining about someone who is also having the same problems as them using it.

Before you wonder, "how do you know is it them saying it towards you?"

I simply have a right to say this, and like I said before I am literally within my rights to say it, oh whats this there's comments too?

BAWWWING COMMENTS.

Using disability to say a slur is not nice

>this community engages in using queer which is also a slur.

Funny oh whose is this on top? Oh it's our good friend Quackerzzz the person behind CharlieCritques and the ONE person who had an issue with my Viv Neo Nazi Callout.

I'm certain they were this comment.

Because this community has issues with parsing text the hate I got for allegations that are NOT solid proof I had to turn off reblogs, and I will be turning off replies for mutuals. And Anon asks.

Now, let's see what else we have here.

Oh.

Oh My Fuck.

ImpperfectCritique's Obsession with Chai.

There's been issues with people a-logging the hell out of Chai and the biggest besides RaySquid is ImpperfectCritique's while they make good fanart they have actively made their content digging and ragging on Chai who btb had enough time to call out Chai but didn't have enough time to apparently tell someone Chai is going by he'/him. Yeah, when I called out the issue beforehand they claimed they didn't know but considering you called them out and took the time to actively call out Chai and presumably research into Chai's history.

Yeah don't buy it.

If this is in reference to me, then I don't really know what to say, I discourage people doing these, I use my own reclaimed slurs to empower myself as a being.

It's the R Slur that's got people crying not the fact I said Nigga a slur I can say, goes to show they are afraid to say "erm don't say that," yea advocating for less slur usage because retard affects my sensibilities and I must have a space dedicated to my 1394232043290342 problems to a show and fanbase who ARE NOTHING LIKE ME GUISE.

Striking Similarities to the VivziePop Fandom.

Okay, so I'm gonna be blunt and honest, you guys are nothing better then Dani and the others. You dedicate your time and effort to crying about slur usage and doing borderline coordinated attacks over something that easily is solved by DMs, I made this to call everyone out because my boundaries were VIOLATED.

People disrespected my boundaries, I take it you want infighting.

"No, no we don't want--"

Bull.

shit.

You were given SEVERAL times and CHANCES to fucking solve this.

Also someone used the r slur, Impperfect where's the complaint and callout to that person?

I asked people to handle things in DMs, they did not, so I take it you want infighting.

Here's your infighting doordashed to your doorstep, free of charge, you disrupt my evening I disrupt the house of cards in this fragile little community. I'm done with society, I'm done pretending everyone in the community are innocent little beans with no problems.

You're all just as bad as Viv's Stan's if not worse. You treat this as some sort of joke, and instead of talking it out you go to make a hit piece, my life has been threatened, I've been told to end myself. I took a stand for MOST of you in this community but it goes to show that even if you stand for others, they won't stand for you.

The Final Verdict

Status of the community: Reached LolCow Status.

I notice some of you all react so badly, some of you all react so horrendously to shit Viv does, either it being tame or downright stupid, I hate the woman too, but some of you go way too far.

And when you can't find a reason to hate, you direct that hate to others in the community you are in. Not just that Chai has to be dragged in EVERY drama as if he's the puppet master. He's NOT, I have my own means my own opinions, Chai isn't a mastermind (not the Helluva Boss Episode.) believe it or NOT he doesn't know shit like this happens.

I am tired of seeing this community act like childish fools, and aim to prove and one up another because they wanna play the "I CARE ABOUT EVERYONE except this person lol." Olympics, if I am judged by my words that's shallow.

That's deeply disgusting and borderline distressing you judge based on vernacular rather than the terms and conditions of who a person is.

You are all people who do NOT actually understand the issue first and foremost, and I am done entertaining it. I do not stand the Critical Community because I own a different part of it.

People, it's not the end of the world because I a mentally sufficient retard with low IQ said so meanie words, you can utilize the red button not the button with the pencil in it.

This community is now overran by LARPING Viv Stan's and I want nothing to do with this anymore, word of advice. Any remaining people with actual braincells left? Leave. This community preaches about acceptance and understanding but when I someone within their rights are allowed to practice freedom of speech to call a drama or object the r slur it's seen as if I killed an infant.

Hypocritical Hotel Critic Community.

(replies restricted and anon asks off due to harassment from people. Congrats and have a good day everyone.)

[snickerdoodlles]

headcanons behind fic: brother texting habits referenced in long & short

Chay holds up his phone sheepishly. “Also, your brother texted me. We’re invited to dinner.” Kim’s smile drops. He doesn’t need to ask which brother. “Did he type that out, or just send an emoji with a question mark?”

ngl, had i realized how much i'd expand this series, this is actually a scene i'd cut or at least heavily rework. it's the weakest scene of the story and its execution has only felt more clunky as time passes. hindsight! that said, i don't regret the scene either because the headcanons behind the premise of that scene are very near and dear to my heart, namely the texting rituals of Khun, Kinn, and Kim :D

the boys have a system to their texting. it's not anything as concrete as a code, that'd be far too dangerous and anxiety inducing. their system, naturally, revolves primarily around giving hints to Korn's mood without outright saying anything:

firstly, all brother invites to things go through Khun, because Khun's invites will only ever be invites and Kim's 'no's will only ever be 'no's.

anytime Korn demands Khun or Kinn (usually Kinn) drag Kim to a family thing for him go through Kinn, and 'Kinn's requests are always phrased as a question Kim can refuse. Kim once tells Kinn he'll show up if Kinn orders him to (because he doesn't actually want to get Kinn into trouble if Korn's being esp insistent), and Kinn smiles and tells him "thank you" and never ever once orders Kim join them, because Kim asked not to be involved in the family business and Kinn will take on any burden to keep Kim free of it.

Kinn passes along how insistent Korn's being through the overall tone and vibe of his messages, usually indicated by how much of it he types out. requests Kim join official functions sound like a formal invitation printed on a card, requests Kim indulge Korn playing family are much closer to Kinn's standard texting style;

because, and this is a silly headcanon i will have forever, Kinn fucking loves emojis. you know his whole "this could've been an email" vibe when he shoots that guy in the head ep1? same vibes except much cuter. Kinn thinks emojis are adorable and efficiency perfected. why send "thank you" when the 👍 emoji is right there? a picture's worth a thousand words and 🫂 is a thousand warm ones. he could send "wanna check out that new coffee shop by the studio next tuesday for brunch? their menu is 60% sprinkles so i'm sure you'll love it" but ☕🧋🎙️❔👑2️⃣🗓️🕦🍬👉💕💕‼️ is so much quicker. the only reason why Kinn's texts aren't 87% cute stickers is because he hasn't yet realized they come preprogrammed in his phone.

("do you think he speaks in hieroglyphics because he's secretly ancient?" Kim asks one day.

"how old does it make you to understand him then?" Khun snarks back.)

((Kim leaves Khun on read for a week.))

some bonus thoughts: Khun's a spam texter of the highest order. every one text is sent across 3.5 texts minimum. Kinn only ever sends one (1) text. if Kinn's replying to multiple messages in one go, he separates his responses in indv bullet points (if he's feeling petty towards Khun, he responds to every one of Khun's messages individually).

(Kinn's multiple messages to Chay in long & short are absolutely because he's watching Kim's live. for all Kim's snooping, he has somehow missed that Kinn has every alert and then some set for Wik news and while he can't make every live, he plans his breaks around them and even moved a meeting once.)

also, while Kinn pretends he's threatening/blackmailing with these baby Kim pics, this is 100% him taking advantage of the situation to gush about cute baby brother with a fellow Kim AppreciatorTM. Kinn has the cutest little brother, and he's gotta keep up with news of baby brother's current shenanigans somehow 😤👏 Khun is guilty of similar crimes ofc.

(Kim suffers older brothers so much.)

[pinkrangersarah]

Please do the random headcanons you've got for the Fearless 7, I really wanna know what you have in mind and also feel free to even make a post for every single one of them!

Thank you, I love ya! 🙏🏻

shout out to @kehnarii for sending me all these requests, you are truly a peach and I am delighted to answer anything you send <333

anyway, I have thought about these clowns a ridiculous amount and what better way to dump all those thoughts here because lmaooo what else am I gonna do with them. i'm going to keep them here, though, for simplicity sake.

Merlin

Merlin and Arthur are half brothers, having the same father but different mothers; Merlin's mother is the current queen of Camalot. They're from the same fairy tale but the dynamic is wildly different, so I thought them being half brothers would be kind of a neat spin. Arthur is the oldest of the two.

Had to study magic in some secrecy as the texts he used formerly belonged to Arthur's first step-mother who turned out to be a witch. This is partially why lightning, despite its versatility, is his only spell.

Vegetarian. Nothing else to say here. Just a vibe I get from him.

Bi-curious, I think. Definitely leans toward women, but he'd be lying if he said he hasn't found a man or two attractive.

Shit driver. Do they have cars? Probably not, but consider a modern day setting. He's the worst driver out of the seven of them. Has absolutely stayed at a right-on-red light way too long due to panic, pissing off everyone behind him. This but it's Merlin and Jack.

Decent with kids. Knows a couple of party magic tricks and kids tend to like them.

Arthur

Arthur has a younger half sister, Morgan--or better known as Morgana Le Fay--a witch who is mysteriously absent. She is the king of Camalot's second child from his second wife, which makes her Merlin's older half sister. Arthur was very close to her up until her disappearance; having been raised with a bias toward witches, it made for a rather difficult separation.

Not the dumb jock stereotype some people make him out to be! While he can be reckless, brash, and immature, Arthur does have political knowledge and knows the ins and outs of his kingdom.

Straighter than Merlin's parking but a very vocal ally. Jack just casually implied he was bi and Arthur just scooped him up in a big hug and told him he would always support him. Jack was high-key confused, low-key annoyed but appreciated the sentiment anyway.

Second worst driver, mostly due to not paying attention to speed limits. Or stop lights. Just not paying attention period. Low-key road rage.

Arthur is great with kids, probably because A) he is a big brother and B) he's a big guy so kids want to climb him like a jungle gym.

Jack

Adopted into royalty as his step-father, a king, married his mother after Jack defeated the Giant and made his family wealthy.

His mother has a tendency to be emotionally manipulative, only being a doting mother whenever he does something that benefits her, such as stealing from and slaying the Giant. She was kinder when his father was alive, but only got nastier after he perished at the hands of the Giant.

Although he had been pampered and brought up as a true prince since ever since his mother married into the royal family (he was about ten years old), there is a part of him that has not forgotten where he came from. He grew up on a farm. His father taught him how to fight. Jack is stronger than he looks and can be scrappy if absolutely need be.

While the other guys of the F7 drive him absolutely insane sometimes, Jack prefers them over his own family since he's allowed to be himself around them. He's gotten used to the princely persona, but there is a small, unacknowledged part of him that kind of hates it due to the role having been practically forced on him.

He does genuinely like nice things, though. Low-key bird brain.

Jack is the only multilingual of the seven, speaking not only English and French but also German and Italian. This is only a little annoying to Hans and the triplets as they can't hide anything from him in their native tongues.

Biologically, Jack is an only child. He does, however, have an older step brother whom he has mixed feelings for.

Bisexual with a leaning toward women

His name actually is "Jacques", but people kept pronouncing it as "Jack" and he eventually gave up correcting them. Will end the bloodline of anyone who calls him "Jackie", though.

Decent driver. Sometimes gets way too into whatever he's listening to and misses an exit or turn. Is usually the navigator or DJ. Is the type to yell "I will turn this car around" if people are arguing in the backseat.

Terrible with kids. The house is on fire. God is dead. Wine aunt.

Hans

Hans and his sister, Gretel, are twins, though Hans is the older of the two. It's where his mom friend demeanor comes from.

Is honestly the best liar out of the seven of them. He doesn't lie often, doesn't like doing so, but he has such an honest face and earnest demeanor that he can make anyone believe just about anything.

Pansexual but I don't think he'd know that about himself. He just likes people.

Best driver out of the seven of them, but does that soccer mom thing if he has to slam on the brakes unexpectedly. Can't read a map to save his life, though.

Also great with kids. He's also a big brother, and his genuinely kind and upbeat nature makes kids gravitate toward him.

Pino, Noki, & Kio

As they all have a very similar fashion sense, even they sometimes aren't sure whose clothes are whose.

They do have distinguishing features if one is to look close enough. The height difference isn't much, but it is there with Pino and Kio being the tallest and Noki the shortest. Kio is the only one with freckles. Pino has heterochromia with one blue eye and one brown.

They are introduced from oldest to youngest. Pino is the oldest of the triplets, Noki being the middle and Kio the youngest. Noki is only a little salty that Kio is taller than him despite being younger.

kio vc: you're older by like eight minutes

noki vc: I will break your knee caps

Terrible liars. They get flustered quickly and contradict one another. Can't keep a secret to save their lives and it's usually Kio who breaks first. (I know this is sort of contradictory, but they're based off Pinocchio so I think it'd be fitting if they were some of the worst liars among the seven of them.)

Noki read Jack's trashy romance novels. He thinks they're hilariously terrible. Would honestly probably like Twilight for the same reason.

Decent drivers but cannot be left in any vehicle alone together. If there's no else there to keep them on track, they will get way too into a conversation and get completely lost.

Have the potential to be okay with kids (that ending credit sequence give some the impression those three kids were low-key adopted by them or at least became assistants or something), but they do need to be kept in check due to their mad scientist energies.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Day by day we will fall

Gabi Wilson x Male Reader

Request - H.e.r. (singer) X male reader - Takes place in 2021 where reader and H.E.R. meet at a listening party through a mutual friend. They hit it off pretty well (even both showing interest with each other), even exchanging numbers. They talk more about other things (mainly about music stuff like H.e.r. making a new album and reader going on tour). Also reader talks about being nervous of his 20th birthday coming up. This made h.e.r. realized that reader is 4 years younger than her

Year 2021:

You arrived at the party and you start to look around. You see your friend and he starts to talk with you.

“I thought you weren't going to make it,” James said

“It was hard to find parking,” You said

“I want you to meet my friend Gabi. This her listening party and I know you will love the music she makes” James said

“Okay, cool. I was wondering why we didn't see our friends” You said

You and James have the same friends. He invited you to a party just to have fun with him and meet new people.

“Her name is Gabi but she goes by the stage name HER,” James said

You nod and follow your friend. When you saw Gabi, suddenly everyone disappeared and your eyes were only on her.

“Hi, Y/N is nice to meet you,” Gabi said

“Hi. I like your music, it has a good vibe” You said

“Thank you. I was nervous about everyone listening to my music. But James told me to go for it” Gabi said

“See, I told you that everyone would like the album,” James said

After a while talking to James, he went to talk with other people. Now its just you and Gabi talking about music. You just want to keep talking to her and get to know her better. You start to tell her the music you are into and she does the same with you. You and Gabi just keep smiling at each other and you are already smitten by her.

Gabi is enjoying the conversation. She finds you attractive and she wants to get know you better. She did something bold and you were surprised that she asked for your phone number. You and Gabi traded phone numbers and she doesn't stop smiling at you. She wanted to talk to you all night but she had to talk with other people about her music.

All night you watch her talk to other people. James left the party but she noticted you moving your head to her music.

•———-•

Since the party, you and Gabi have been texting each other a lot every day. She would send you suggestions of artists you should listen to. She invited you to her apartment and you bought the food. She opened the door, she smiles then hugged you, and you followed her inside. She put the food in the kitchen and she gives you the tour of her apartment but she is holding your hand.

“I want you to my new vinyls that I bought yesterday, Y/N,” Gabi said

“What artists do you buy?” You asked

“De La Soul, Rick James, Lauryn Jill, I don't stink to one genre or just one artist. What about you?” Gabi said

“Same. I try to listen to new artists and new genres” You said

She starts to show you the new vinyls, and some artists you never heard of. You start to talk about your favorite artist then you find out you and Gabi have a few artists in common.

You followed her to the kitchen. You and Gabi eat the food by the record player and she takes some of your fries.

“Did you finish listening to my album?” Gabi asked

“Yes, I did, and I like your voice. The lyrics really expressed how you feel in each track” You said

“Some nights when I couldn't sleep, i would stay up and just write and just create. If i don't write down the lyrics I have in my mind then I would wreck my mind trying to remember what it was. Do you play any instruments?” Gabi said

“Self-taught. I live alone so I’m teaching myself how to play the drums. I’m getting better… kinda off” You smiled

“We should play together sometimes,” Gabi said

“I will like that,” You said

After eating the food, you and Gabi started to tell each other childhood stories. You and Gabi don't notice it was getting late

“I’m going on tour and I think you should come with me, Y/N but only if you want to,” Gabi said

“You mean it?” You asked

“Yeah, I mean why not” Gabi said

“Yeah! Yeah, I will go with you on tour” You grinned

She hugged you and you two can't stop smiling. She puts on another vinyl of a artist you never heard of, she starts to tell you how she was inspired to create her album.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✬ ✯

You did go on tour with Gabi. You can feel the bond between you is strong. You love watching her perform and she can always see that you cheer loudly for her. You would help her sell the merch after she performs.

After she performed you went to sleep her merch. A bit later, Gabi went to see you by the table and she took a few pictures with some fans. She sits next to you and she has her hand on top of your hand. You and Gabi can't stop smiling at each other and you like her hand on top of your hand.

“I really like watching you perform,” You said

“Aww, thank you Y/N” Gabi smiled

You were going to say something but she kissed you on the lips.

“I just wanted to kiss you and I really like you, Y/N,” Gabi said

You kiss her back and she starts to kiss you back.

“I like you too, Gabi,” You said

•———•

The next city is Atlanta, Georgia. You finished watching her perform and you have her merch shirt on. After the performance, you and Gabi went to a pizza shop as a first date.

“Who are you texting? You keep smiling a lot” Gabi asked

“My friends. They are asking what I should do for my twenty birthday, I don't know yet what-”

“Y/N, hold up you are nineteen right now?” Gabi asked

“Yeah, I’m nineteen. I thought you knew because of James” You said

“I didn't know and he didn't tell me. I can't believe I’m older than you” Gabi said

She just realized that she is four years older than you.

“I don't mind the age gap. I really like you a lot, Gabi. I know there is a bond between us. We connect in different levels besides just music” You said

“I don't feel comfortable that you are nineteen years old,” Gabi said

“Are you breaking up with me?” You asked

“I think we should take a break,” Gabi said

She saw your smile went away and you didn't look at her. The date didn't end well, you and Gabi head back to the tour bus. But you stay outside and talked with some guys on the crew. Gabi is on the tour bus and she starts to text her friends about the situation

The next day…

Gabi couldn't find you and she started to ask people around.

“Do you know where is Y/N? I can't find him” Gabi said

“I thought you knew. Well, he left and he said that he sent you a text” He said

“When did he leave?” Gabi asked

“When you did the interview two hours ago. He didn't want to interrupt your interview, so he just left with his bag. I took him to the airport” He said

“Thanks” Gabi said

She runs back to the tour bus. She was charging her phone then she saw the text you sent her.

You- I went back home. I didn't want to mess up your vibe while on tour. I know you will do great, see you around

Gabi sighed and she is confused of what to do or what to text.

But she had to get ready for the show tonight. Gabi couldn't deny that she still has strong feelings for you. She hasn't connected with anyone like that before like she does with you. She did read the text again then she read last texts and she starts to remember what she felt at that moment.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✬ ✯

After the tour you and Gabi haven't been in touch. There were times she wanted to call you and talk about something, but she didn't want to give you the wrong signal. But tonight she went to a Christmas party, and she did talk to a few people that she knows.

She went to grab a drink, when she turned around she saw you. You start to look around and you saw her, now you and Gabi are looking at each other. But she starts to walk towards you and you are surprised to see her.

“Hi, Y/N I missed you,” Gabi said

“I missed you too. You look beautiful” You said

“Thanks. I wanted to text you but i wanted to figure out what I wanted from us” Gabi said

“I get it, I really do. I wanted to give you space that's why i had to leave that day of the tour” You said

“I don't blame you. When you left and i read the text, i didn't know what to write honestly. I dated other guys before i met you but we connected in a different level. I felt I can express stuff that I couldn't do with anyone else, Y/N” Gabi said

“I feel the connection between us. But what do you want? I want to be with you” You said

“I know what I want and I want you, Y/N. I want to try us again” Gabi said

“What about the age gap? I’m twenty, my birthday passed” You said

“Sorry, I didn't text you ‘Happy birthday’” Gabi said

“You can make it up to me with a kiss,” You said

You look up then she looks up and it's a Mistletoe, you and Gabi started to smile

“Very smooth, Y/N” Gabi smiled

She put her hands behind your neck and starts to kiss you. You pull her closer to you and start to kiss her back.

“So… if people ask… I can say you are my girlfriend?” You asked

“Yes, you can tell them I’m your girlfriend and I will them that you are my boyfriend, Y/N” Gabi smiled

“Cool,” You smiled

You kiss her again and she smiled again. After the kiss, you and Gabi mostly spent time together.

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

Thank you for your service smol o7 this game has been on my thoughts 24/7 lol so it’s nice to see someone writing for it!!

I was hoping I could request some jealousy headcanons about the ghouls being pouty MC is hanging out with others so much because of their missions with other houses. In particular I was hoping for my boy Haku (I know we don’t have a main chapter for him yet but he did have those two chunks of screen time—if he’s too difficult because of not enough info don’t worry about it then!); as well as maybe Jin, Luca and whoever else you’d like!

Thanks again~

Just like another ask i got, I'm gonna write Haku based on the vibe I got from him. This could be proven entirely inaccurate in the later game and I am okay with that lol. I'm gonna round it to an even four characters. All these will be before any relationship actually happens. Like there's a crush there but no one has said anything yet.

And thank YOU for sending in a request and enjoying!

Be aware! These will contain minor spoilers for episode 3!

JIN KAMURAI

I feel like silver spoon Jin has no experience with certain types of jealousy. Materialistic jealousy? Doesn't know her. But when he heard how close MC had been getting with some of those Vagastrom thugs? Oh it made his blood boil.

At first I'm sure he thought it was because on of his orders was being defied. But that feeling only got stronger when MC was finished with Vagastrom and moved onto Jabberwok.

Good luck to Tohma because mans here does not know what to do about these emotions. This is one of those problems that can't be fixed with money and he is NOT happy about it. He goes back to brooding in his room for a while to think things through.

He will not tolerate any disrespect from any theories that the Frostheim gossip elite have. But when he noticed the like dove flying in the direction of MC'S dorm, things suddenly started to click in his head.

LUCAS ERRANT "LUCA"

Our boy here is another one who isn't necessarily familiar with jealousy. Its for similar reasons of, he comes from a well off family, but different in the way he was raised and things he's been through as a little kid.

He's glad to see MC making more friends and making possible progress on breaking their curse, at first. When they get to Jabberwok however, he hears from Kaito that their vice captain Towa is a bit of (how Kaito put it), "a fucking weirdo", which gives him some pause.

When Kaito came running up to Luca showing him a WickChat post about MC having a possible boyfriend (its false, its just Towa being affectionate and someone saw). He feels his heart sink a little bit

He made a mental note to text MC later to ask about it and get all the information he could about their relationship and about the Jabberwock students. He promised to protect MC not matter what. Hopefully they could explain the strange twist in his chest while they talked too.

ALAN MIDO

He doesn't really get jealous. Period.

I think he's the kind of guy to know how strong he is, he knows his reputation. He's tech hopeless, not a moron. So just being around him can scare off people from getting too close to MC while he's around.

He himself overheard about MC having a possible boyfriend (same post from Luca's) from Leo telling Sho. He didn't pay any real mind to it until he heard Leo mention how affectionate they were.

That's the one thing he gets jealous about. He's a bit more aware of his feelings than people might think, so he knows he has a crush on MC. He just hasn't had the time to tell them that.

The rumor takes some wind out of Alan's sails for sure. He's more likely to believe that MC would pick someone else over him since I think he'd be more hesitant on something like physical affection.

He knows his strength and he knows MC'S ability, he would be too afraid that he'd lose control and do something else he might regret, so out of everyone on this list. I think Alan would be the one to take longer to confess because of jealousy and his insecurities.

HAKU KUSANAGI

I don't remember if it's explicitly said anywhere (my memory sucks butt I'm sorry) but he gives older sibling energy with how he cleaned up after Taiga in the prologue. So I KNOW he's been worried about MC since they last saw eachother.

He was at least somewhat relieved when he found them hanging out with the Frostheim second years, but there was a pang in his he couldn't quite place. He chalked it up to just being a worrywart and left it alone.

But when he heard that MC had gone missing in episode 3, he was READY to jump in to go help the search and rescue team. His heart was racing and he was suddenly confronted with feelings that were coming out of left field (no they weren't)

When MC returns back safely, Haku has half a mind to go fight with the professor Hyde about sending the very human honor student on such dangerous missions. He keeps a much closer eye on them from now on and with his status as an heir to (what i assume) is a beloved shrine, he tries to request that MC be sent to work with Hotarubi next.

[hell-drabbles]

(Idk how Tumblr works, should I be sending this in the askbox or regular messages?)

I have binge read, re-read, and maladaptive daydreamed about your embittered companion au bc it's so 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻✨✨✨

I literally have no words, it's such a good au like absolutely phenomenal. It's part an actually interesting au to think about and part analysing, not just the character of the MC itself but also the devils in the game and it's so gooooood.

I love how you don't write anyone to be something close to one dimensional like how the game is desperately trying (and somewhat failing) to make them out to be, they're all so complex. The divide between devil, human, and angel culture is actually clear and never forgotten about because with every action, there will always be that small, subtle bit that reminds the readers and Companion that, yes these people are NOT human. FAR from it, in fact.

Their morals are all tied to what can only be described as "encompassing selfishness" where their perspective of what is "right" comes from their own perspective alone and it bleeds into their subordinates and other civilians, which causes so much tension because it's fun to think about if there wasn't a common enemy for hell to fight (aka Heaven and the angels)–would these kingdoms be in conflict with each other due to the prideful and selfish nature of their kings?

Anyway, I realize I'm rambling and I'm sorry about that, my bad if this kinda wasted your time and if it didn't make any sense, forgive me, I am not good at organizing my thoughts into smthn coherent. I just wanted to let you know that ur writing is absolutely fire and it's been my only substance to feed into my growing whb hyperfixation. You're literally my fav whb author, I love ur writing.

Also, Companion is hot. (Companion x Lucifer kiss scene when? /Jjj)

No need to worry, the askbox is just for sending things that will be posted on this blog, while the regular messages are just for private conversations where it won't be posted anywhere. Askbox is like sending a letter, regular messages is like text messages if you want to know the differences.

Oh and please, do ramble on. I also ramble. I love it when people ramble at me, and I love to ramble back, it's so fun.

And wow I didn't think that this self-indulgent AU lay rent free in your brain. I do have a number of custom headcanons, and also I have feelings regarding people that are supposed to be not human, but are never really shown to be like that. They're essentially just "human but better," and that ticks me off in a very specific way. I really never loved the implication that there can be a "better version" of a human being. That being a devil or an angel would be better. That's why I have my Companion be the way that they are. They don't put the devils and angels on a pedestal in the same way Ra-on does, and that also serves to highlight how painfully human the Companion and Ra-on are.

And also why anytime I write the Angelified Companion or the Fallen Angel Companion, they are having an extremely uncomfortable time. They do not like having their humanity striped away and they would very much like to have it back, thank you very much. They are not happy, and that brings me so much joy.

I still haven't dived deeper into the current story, I'm currently just riding on vibes, and trying to dissect said devils vibes just by their sprite and their way of speaking. For example, Mammon speaks to me as someone that very motivated by entertainment, since entertainment isn't something you can own. You can only experience it, and because you can't just own experiences by wanting it, Mammon is always happy for entertainment. He also speaks to me as someone that has quite the amount of patience, as if assured that everything will settle into his hands eventually. At least, that's the vibes I'm getting. I have no clue if that's canon in the actual game, but that's fun, because this version entertains me.

And yeah, one of the things that have always struck me was on the emphasis on the "freedom of desire." The devils encourage and want everyone to express their every desire, no matter how obscene, so I can't help but wonder what kind of culture would pop up. Obviously some desires are more encouraged than others, based on the specific sin the devil king is the embodiment of. A citizen under Satan would be encouraged to wreck buildings and destress via battling one another, but it would be boring or even weird for said citizen to hog all the battles or sneer at a fellow peers strength. Just, different social customs and all that, I think that would be neat. And ultimately, this would culminate into the devils fighting one another since the devil kings themselves(narratively being the embodiment of their respective places) don't really get along. They feel like classmates stuck together on a group project, where they do get along, but you'll never see them hang out outside of the classroom if they can't help it. And also shit breaks out because, of course. Which is also fun!

The devils, in my head, don't have a lot of self-restraint. If they feel a thing, they're probably gonna do a thing, unless not doing said thing brings them pleasure or some other thing. The angels, in my brain, have a lot going on emotionally. All of them, pressurized soda cans just waiting to burst out. And when it does, shit gets bloody usually. They show their faith through self-restraint, self-punishment, or a twisted sense of duty. It's all about putting your desires aside and embracing the blazing light of God. Where the devils are this chaotic force, the angels are nearly mechanical in their brutality, with just as little love for their fellow angel. It's why the angels look at the angelified creatures with a sense of "fond disgust." Angelifed creatures validate their need to feel superior now that God isn't here to praise them anymore.

Anyways, thank you for the praise, it's really nice to know that my writing skills haven't rusted as much as I thought they did.

And as for Companion and Lucifer kissing...well I'll write whenever the brain allows me. It jumps onto different things without my say so.