#I put my entire 😺 in this

[kawacake]

Masterlist

Paring: Armin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut & college au

A/n: I was listening to Earned It by The Weeknd while writing this (I don’t use Spotify guys T-T)

“Fuck.” Armin let out as his hands roamed your body as you bounced on his dick. He was obsessed with you and you riding him brought him so much pleasure. It’s been almost a month since the two of you had last seen each other due to the busy schedule the both of you have and when the two of you did see each other it would only be a quick make out session nothing more.

For right now his head was thrown back feeling the way you felt around him, you were perfect. “My beautiful girl, you're doing a good job.” He said to you while bucking his hips into you as a smile appeared on your face. Armin gripped your hips making you bounce faster using you as his personal fleshlight but you didn’t mind because when it was your turn you’d use him however you wanted. 

Leaning down kissing his lips as he moaned into the kiss before pulling away “I’m not going to last long.” Armin says following that with a moan before you shut him up with a hand around his throat and a sloppy kiss to his lips. “You’re fucking me so good.” You say letting out a breathy moan as he fucked into you faster and the grip on his throat tightened making his eyes roll back.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and moans and that was enough to make you cum, clenching around Armin as he hit your g-spot causing you to throw your head back and placing your other hand around his throat too as your moans canceled out his. “Right there Armin.” You shout as he hit your g-spot one last time and you came leaving a white ring on his dick.

“Use me.” You say as his pace picks up but is sloppy and his moans get louder “Squeeze tighter.” He said and you did exactly as you were told and squeezed around his throat a little more. “I’m cumming.” He says eyes now closed shut and his grip around your waist has gotten tighter as you felt his warm cum fill you up.

“I love you.” Armin said as you laid down on his chest “I love you too Min.” You replied back “I want you to do that again.” You looked up at him a little confused, “Like put your hands around my neck again I liked it.” He admitted and you gave him a smile “Alright min.” You said to him before closing your eyes to go to sleep.

A/n: If you enjoyed please leave a heart, reblog, & comment to give me feedback !!

[invincibledc]

Hi, I just wanted to apologize for my possibly horrible English, it's not the language I speak, anyway I wanted to make a request about how Damian would react if the reader was a demigod(if you can make the reader a demigod of hypnos)😺

And I love your writing 🫶 Keep it up!(And sorry again for the possible horrible English :[ )

|| DAMIAN’S REACTION TO READER BEING A DEMIGOD OF HYPNOS ||🌙

A/N: also your English is fine! No worries, here is your order🫶🏾 and I’m glad you love my work!

His first reaction is probably like asking about your powers and what can you do. With how there are superhero and then there’s wonder women…he’s gonna believe you are a demigod. 😭 who wouldn’t. (A sane person that’s not a hero.)

If you were a civilian just trying to live a normal life, he can respect that at most. But he would call you up if he needs someone knocked you. Why? Because you have Hypnotic Gaze. Your gaze can put people into a deep sleep. It’s usual really, Bruce is glad to know Damian’s friend or whoever you are to him isn’t a bad person using your gaze for the wrong doing.

I feel like Hypnos!reader would smell like lavender and vanilla to increase the melatonin levels of their powers or how then make people feel.

Though, imagine the family’s shock seeing Tim full out knocked out all because of your gaze. The family praises you for having the man sleep.

But Bruce with his paranoia would test your abilities of what you can do and how long is your hypnotic gaze.

You also found the power of Sleep Induction/Manipulation. Your father Hypnos had the power to induce sleep in mortals and even other gods. He also manipulate dreams and nightmares. So you can do that as well.

You found that power out when you had a sleepover with Damian. You frowned, putting a hand to damian’s sweaty forehead. He started to calm down and relax in your warm touch, you saw his nightmares and changed them to pleasant dreams.

You two are definitely a sweet duo, sole even say couple going as far. Bruce approves seeing his son doesn’t seem so “aggressive” around when you are there

Damian always demanding Bruce to let you come over for a a sleepover, only for you two to just sleep the entire sleep over. He holds you like a teddy bear with your fingers in his hair.

Basically being used a sleeping device😭 oh lord imagine the chaos’s Bruce would have you do.

Especially if he needs you as the last resort to knock out a rouge.

[sirxaibs]

Keigo Takami / Hawks X Reader (eventually various X reader but that’s if I decide to continue with the burst of inspiration)

If this isn’t that meaty for you…. THEY JUST MET LET THEM COOK

Summary: Small light banter for a first meeting between freshly debuted Hawks and an Isekai’d reader.

Basically after reading copious amounts of amazingly talented stories by amazingly talented writers. “DEPOLLUTE ME, GENTLE ANGEL” by @fallen-w1ngs and Changing History by SummerBlack on Quotev. With “depollute me” the author humanizes the pro hero from being just a symbol. Meanwhile with “Changing History” the author introduces an emotion more attuned to feeling real and how life isn’t just a cycle that is predetermined. So my dynamic of choice was you as the reader have already been thrown in this world for the first 18 years of your life. If you were put in this world why not do the expected? Become a hero. But if all things are fake why take anything seriously?

If you couldn’t gather from that, the reader and hawks will grow and learn that they have the ability to matter and deserve to feel like they belong. I don’t have a very serious style of writing but I do try! Maybe not my best but key emphasis on try! Today we delve into YOU! YOUR CHARACTER!

This was all made on my notes app while on vacation 😺

Word count: 4280 ish, (idk through editing I added some things)

A blur of red and gold emerged first, feathers catching the sunlight just before their owner stepped forward with an easy, lopsided grin. Hawks, the newly minted Pro, looked entirely unbothered by the attention, despite the sudden chorus of excited shouts.

“Hawks! Can you sign this?”

“Dude, your debut fight was insane!”

“Picture, please?”

He laughed, ruffling his windswept hair as he glanced over the eager faces.

“Man, you guys really know how to make a guy feel welcome,” he said, grabbing the nearest pen. “Alright, line up nice and neat, yeah? I’ve got places to be, but I can’t just leave my awesome fans hanging.”

As he signed posters, notebooks, and even the occasional wing-shaped keychain, Hawks kept that signature smirk in place. He’d always known he’d make it this far—but seeing the real, tangible proof of it in the form of starstruck faces and excited voices?

Yeah, this was pretty damn cool.

As the crowd died down, Originally just going to walk away you thought about when would even be the next time you’d see him. Unfortunately since being thrown into this world, the whole concept of canon magnets for main characters was not even a concept in your life.

“You know, if you’re acting like this right out of the gate, I can’t even imagine how inflated your ego will get once you’re officially ranked among the top heroes.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I have no idea where you’re getting that impression.” You almost felt bad for taking away his moment. The disheveled blonde looked like he might’ve been having a sincere, heartfelt moment.

“It’s always the pretty boys with the massive egos,” you sighed dramatically, looking away. Seeing Hawks in all his glory had to come with a little entertainment, right?

He took a step back, eyeing your UA uniform as if sizing you up.

“Maybe the hostility’s coming from jealousy?”

“It’s the Icarus trope for me” you mutter

“Sorry?”

You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes. “Oh nothing! You sure would think that.”

To be honest, you hadn’t meant to bump into him. You were just on your way home from school, with nothing more in mind than a nice nap. Being a third-year at UA in the most boring era of this universe really didn’t leave you with much to look forward to.

“I mean, looks like we’re heading in the same direction,” he said, curiosity creeping into his tone as he took another sip from his drink.

“You’re not wrong, but the flashy vibe you’re giving off? It’s almost alarming.”

He gave you a distraught look.

“Imagine this, I’m getting saved by—wait, what’s your name again?” Oh, it wouldn’t be impossible for actually knowing him. Sure, he had only debuted a few months ago and the crowd that just left that chanted his name every two seconds would be a sign for his name, but you couldn’t help it. In your past life, the sheer amount of content of the show you consumed meant you had to know him but better safe than sorry.

“Hawks,” he replied, deadpan, amusement flickering in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. In response he raised his brow

It probably looked like you were laughing at him, which, in a way, you kind of were. You remembered the draft photos of when his character was first being developed—back when they considered giving him an actual hawk head. The thought alone made you smile.

“Pro hero Hawks saves me, and the sheer massiveness of his ego completely blindsides me. I’m struck by how conventionally hot he is, and then I die in your arms. Yeah, not a good look for you.”

You sighed inwardly. All in all, you were probably born in the worst generation in the My Hero universe. You couldn’t even be part of the middle generation where you could’ve had the chance to work as a teacher with Aizawa and the rest of the crew. It was a possibility, sure, but it felt so far out of reach. And the idea of being around Present Mic—preferably with his hair down and you age-appropriate for him? That would’ve been a dream.

But here you were, a few years older than the main cast. Actually, you were the same age as Keigo. As much as you loved his character, he didn’t really become important until the fifth season. Which meant you had little to no relevance to the plot or any of the major characters. You couldn’t help but feel like you were stuck in some lame generation, unable to make an impact.

Why couldn’t any isekai story go right? You really felt like you’d lost the genetic lottery over and over again. You couldn’t have been born just a few years younger, so you could’ve at least had the chance to be around your other favorite sunshine-blonde character, Mirio. Not being his age had probably made you feel like you’d lost years of your life unknowingly.

“Maamaa, we just met, and you’ve already got a grudge against me?” He teased, giving you a playful frown.

Immediately it springs in your head that you’ve probably come off as a total asshole. Screw the curse of having an outside point of view. The fact of knowing none of this was real maybe gave a bad look on the outside.

You suddenly felt a wave of regret hit you, realizing how your words had come across. His playful tone, the teasing frown—everything made it clear he wasn’t offended, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had crossed a line. You opened your mouth, but your thoughts were tangled, and it took a moment to collect your words.

“Ah, look, I—” You hesitated, eyes darting away, feeling heat rising in your cheeks. “I didn’t mean to sound like that. It’s just… I don’t know, sometimes I get carried away, and—” You mentally cursed yourself for being so awkward. You hated how easily you could go from sarcastic to genuinely sorry in a second.

Hawks gave you an odd look, the smirk still there, though softer. “Hey, no worries. I get it.” He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal, but you could tell something about his tone had changed slightly. Maybe he was trying to lighten the mood too, like you were.

“No, I’m serious,” you quickly added, glancing up at him, feeling the need to apologize properly. “It’s just… I don’t know. I’ve been here long enough to see how people get caught up in all the… hero stuff. And I didn’t want to be another person acting all starry-eyed over you just because you’re a pro hero, you know?” God you sounded pathetic. Maybe if you prayed to all might really hard it would go away.

Hawks studied you for a second, then nodded slowly, his expression unreadable for a moment. “I get it. You don’t want to be one of those people who just worship the ground we fly on, huh?”

You sighed, relieved that he understood, but still uneasy. “Yeah... fly on. It’s just… this world, this universe… It’s all so… strange. I mean, I know you’re a big deal, and I respect that. But sometimes it’s hard to take things seriously when everything feels like it’s set in stone. To be so ‘MUCH’ all the time. Anyways I’m literally doing exactly what yours doing for a career so don’t take my words to heart. Heroes are kind of just people that help people and I’m like one or those people and by no means-” You paused, biting your lip.

There was an odd moment of silence before Hawks chuckled, and for a moment, you thought you might’ve said something ridiculous.

“You’re fine.” His tone was soft, genuine this time, as he took another step back, giving you space. “You’re not the first person to think I’m all ‘ego and feathers,’ but not everyone’s as honest about it as you are. So, props for that, I guess.” He tilted his head, his usual cocky grin returning, though it seemed more self-aware now. “But hey, if it helps, I do my best to keep my ego in check. It’s not as big as it looks.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond, but the words that came out were almost reflexive. “Well, you’re doing a pretty good job of hiding it, I guess. You’re going to be one of the top ten. I know it.”

Hawks laughed softly, the sound surprisingly genuine, and you found yourself relaxing a little. Maybe you hadn’t totally messed everything up. “You’re so sure about that? Well then fair enough. Just don’t expect me to give up my flashy style anytime soon. It’s a package deal.” He says that as if he doesn’t get In the top ten within a few months.

You could tell he wasn’t taking offense anymore, but you still felt like you needed to clear the air. “I mean, you’re doing your thing. I just—” You faltered, trying to find the right words, feeling like you were digging yourself into a hole. “I just didn’t want to be some random person making snide comments. You’re a pro hero, and I respect that.”

His eyes softened again, and there was an odd sincerity in his gaze. “Thanks. That means more than you know. You look about the same age as me so as you’re a pro as well, wouldn’t you know it you’ll be up there at the top, maybe we’ll have a hero rivalry” he smirks

“Ah yes the trials and tribulations of endeavour and all might persist in the bodies of 18 year old aspiring heroes” you pause for a moment thinking about it. You know that’s not too far from the original source material

“Well I’m not exactly a pro just yet, give me a few months and I’ll be there”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the awkwardness between you two slowly evaporating. It was strange, how you’d gone from a sarcastic comment to a brief but genuine moment of understanding. And yet, in a world where everything seemed so scripted, the fact that this had played out in such a way felt a little… surreal.

After a beat, Hawks stretched, giving you a wink. “Well, I should probably get going. Hero stuff, you know?” He shrugged, turning on his heel. “But hey, if you ever need a hand or just wanna throw some more sarcastic remarks my way, I’m not hard to find.”

You managed a small, half-smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He flashed you one last grin before taking off, his wings spreading wide as he took to the sky, disappearing into the distance. You watched him go, still feeling that odd mixture of guilt and amusement bubbling in your chest.

Shaking your head, you turned and continued on your way home, feeling slightly lighter, despite the awkwardness. At least you hadn’t ruined everything completely. But, then again, in a world like this, there was always something new to look forward to. Maybe you’d even see Hawks again and maybe next time, you’d be a little better at handling it.

Or, you’d at least try to be.

In this world, reports of people with superpowers started popping up everywhere. No one really knew what was causing these Quirks. And before long, the supernatural became the new normal. Dreams became reality, and the world turned into a superhuman society, with 80% of the population possessing some sort of strange ability.

Blah, blah, blah. The world might sound impressive at first, but being dropped into a world where you know everyone’s futures? That kind of ruins the excitement. Save the fun stuff for when Izuku is supposed to take over

You’d think living in a world of superheroes would be a dream come true, but it felt more like playing a life simulator with a DLC attached.

‘Actually if any one had heard that thought, please smite me dead on the spot’

Maybe when you finally met Shigaraki, you two could bond over how lame your lives were.

————

The moment Hawks took off, disappearing into the sky with all the grace and flair of a man who knew exactly how cool he was, you were left standing there, alone in the middle of a busy street. You blinked a few times, processing the bizarre encounter, like a glitch in the matrix where you’d just met one of the to be top heroes, and somehow managed to be the awkward, sarcastic mess you were known for.

Oh god, you thought, did I just make myself look like an idiot?

The awkwardness of the moment hit you all at once, like a ton of bricks. Your brain replayed every word you’d said, every overly dramatic sigh, and every time you’d made some weird comment about his ego. I probably just ruined any chance of ever having a normal conversation with him ever again, you thought with a groan.

But, hey, at least you’d gotten one thing right: you had no idea how to not embarrass yourself in front of a pro hero. Progress, right?

Your feet shuffled along the sidewalk, your eyes fixed on the ground, just in case anyone noticed how ridiculously flustered you were. You didn’t even know where you were going at this point, your legs had basically decided to take you home, but your brain was still stuck on the fact that you’d just made a snide remark to one of the most famous people in the world. That was bound to come back to haunt you, right?

In the midst of your spiraling, a thought hit you like a slap to the face: What if he tells people?

No, no, no, no. Hawks wasn’t the type to hold grudges. He’d probably just chuckle about it with his equally cool friends and forget about it. Right?

… what if he tells Mirko. All you feel is dread

But still, the mental image of him, sitting around with his hero buddies, casually telling them about the weird girl who got all awkward and snarky when she met him, was enough to make you want to curl up in a hole and disappear for the next decade. I’m never leaving my house again, you thought, hands buried in your pockets. It’s safer this way.

As you trudged home, you passed by the same old buildings, the same street vendors, the same couple having a heated debate about the proper way to cook curry (which, honestly, you were kind of invested in now). It was the same old world. But now, you couldn’t help but feel like you were living in some kind of sitcom where you were the awkward side character. This is what I get for getting tossed into this universe, you thought, rolling your eyes at the universe itself. And why am I still here? Shouldn’t I be a sidekick by now?

You eventually reached your apartment building, doing your best to ignore the fact that you’d just been face-to-face with Hawks and didn’t manage to do anything remotely cool or competent. The elevator ride felt longer than it should’ve. It was like the universe itself was giving you a moment to reflect on your life choices. By the time you reached your door, you felt like you needed to apologize to the doorframe for even existing.

With a dramatic sigh, you kicked off your shoes and collapsed onto the couch. You stared at the ceiling, wondering if you should’ve just said something normal like, “Hey, cool wings.” That’s it. Cool wings… nope absolutely not, move on, but no, you had to act like a nervous wreck who couldn’t even handle basic social interaction. Congratulations, you’re a disaster.

But as your mind started spiraling into self-loathing, you couldn’t help but chuckle a little. The whole situation had been so ridiculous, so out of place, that it was actually kind of funny. You’d just had a conversation with Hawks granted, it was a weird, awkward, almost cringeworthy conversation but still, a conversation! That was more than most people could say.

“Maybe I should just call it a day. Hide under the covers and pretend nothing happened.”

You threw your arms dramatically across your face as if the weight of your shame was too much to bear, but in the back of your mind, a tiny thought crept in: Hey, if I run into him again, maybe I won’t make a fool of myself next time.

Then again, you thought with a grin, Probably not.

At least tomorrow’s a new day, right? You could try to be normal then probably. Or at the very least, you could give yourself a good pep talk, like, “You got this, champ. Try not to make an idiot of yourself this time.”

As you lay there, wallowing in your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Because, in the end, this was just another bizarre chapter in your weird, barely-coherent life in the world of heroes. Maybe next time, you’d at least try to make a good first impression. Or maybe, just maybe, you’d accidentally land on your feet and make it out of another embarrassing moment unscathed.

Who knew? Anything was possible in this crazy universe. Well, except you being smooth. That was clearly out of the question.

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The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and as your classmates hurriedly packed their bags and ran out the door, you sat there, contemplating your life choices. Graduation was right around the corner, and while everyone else was excited about the future, you were just kind of… existing.

You were in your third year at UA, the very school that trained the next generation of Pro Heroes. But here you were, staring at your desk like it owed you money, with no idea what you were supposed to do next.

Let’s be real, everyone else had a purpose. Izuku? He was going to be the greatest hero of all time. All Might? He was the symbol of peace, the beacon of hope, and probably the only guy who could do a cartwheel and not look like a dad on a trampoline. Even Bakugo had a clear goal in mind: to be the best, which, considering his attitude, was more like a “do it or I’ll yell at you until you cry” kind of vibe.

But you? You were just here. You weren’t supposed to be in this world. Seriously, how did you even get here? One minute you were living your normal life, and the next you’re dropped into the middle of a world full of heroes, quirks, and crazy villains, but there’s no manual for how to fit in. It was like being cast in the world’s weirdest TV show and being told, “Yeah, just figure it out, you’ll be fine.”

And you were so fine. So fine, in fact, that you didn’t even know what the point of it all was. You had no grand dreams of becoming the next All Might or Deku. You weren’t even sure what your quirk was half the time, maybe you had an ability to be totally average? If so, congratulations, you were really nailing it.

“Look, you’re fine, you’re fine,” you muttered to yourself, giving the window a dramatic look. “You’ll graduate, become a hero, maybe stand by the snacks table at hero events, get a cool costume, the usual.”

You sighed, staring at the city below. Your classmates had their lives all planned out, while you had absolutely no clue what was happening. “Like, how do you even become a hero if you’re not, like, destined for greatness?” You asked, though you were fully aware the universe wasn’t going to answer. Or if it did, it would probably just laugh and say, “Sorry, you’re just here for filler content.”

You turned to the empty classroom, contemplating your entire existence for a moment. “Man, is this what it’s like to be a side character? ’Cause I really didn’t sign up for this. I was just trying to live my best life, and suddenly I’m here, trying to figure out if I should be saving kittens from trees or passing out flyers for charity events.”

A laugh bubbled out of you. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be that hero, the one who’s really good at handing out pamphlets at superhero conventions. You know, hero stuff. The job that’s always available but no one really talks about.”

You let out a half-hearted groan. “Ugh, I’m like a glorified intern in the superhero world. ‘Oh, sorry, your quirk is literally just being chill? Guess you’ll be a sidekick to the sidekicks!’”

But then it hit you: maybe that’s fine. Not every hero needs to be the big shot. Maybe your purpose was to just… exist. No huge fanfare, no dramatic showdowns with villains, just a random person who shows up at the right time to, like, hand out snacks or prevent a minor inconvenience. You could totally be that person! There’s a whole squad of heroes out there who are doing important stuff without anyone caring about them.

You snapped your fingers. “Wait a minute. Maybe this is my calling! I’ll be ‘The Human Buffer’. I’ll help all the heroes hand out protein bars, hold their coats while they go into battle, be that one person who’s just there to make sure they look good in their hero pose. Yeah, I could be that hero!”

You stood up, grabbed your bag, and strutted out of the classroom with newfound confidence. You might not have a big, world-saving destiny, but you would be the hero who was always there with the perfect snack after a long day of saving people. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was a role that needed to be filled, and by golly, you were going to do it.

“Alright, world,” you said dramatically as you walked down the hallway. “You don’t need me to save the day, but I’ll be here when you need someone to tell you where the bathroom is during a fight. Hero work!”

As you passed your classmates, all talking about their big future plans, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe you weren’t meant to be the hero everyone else was, but you were still going to make your mark. Whether they needed an emotional support snack or someone to bring them a towel after they worked up a sweat, you’d be there.

And hey, you’d probably get a cool title too: The Most Average, Most Helpful Hero.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of being a hero. Who wouldn’t want to swoop in and save the day, right? But the thing was, you didn’t belong here. You didn’t have that spark that made someone destined to be a hero. You weren’t meant to exist in this world. You were more like an accidental extra, someone who wasn’t supposed to show up on the hero timeline but somehow did. And now you were just… waiting for your scene to end.

It wasn’t that you didn’t respect heroes, of course, you did! But watching everyone around you with their grand dreams and bright futures made you feel a bit like the odd one out. Even if you’re living in a year with just side characters. They had their roles, their destinies. Meanwhile, you were stuck in a universe where things were already set in stone. It was like showing up to a concert that was already halfway over and realizing you’re just gonna have to sit in the nosebleeds for the rest of the show.

Keigo had mentioned once that it was important for heroes to ease the worries of the people. Isn’t it paradoxical that his future words are the ones giving you a path. That they had to be more than just strong, they had to make people feel safe. And you’d never had any doubts about that philosophy. But how could you be that person when you didn’t even feel like you were supposed to be here in the first place? It felt like playing a game you didn’t know the rules to, in a world that wasn’t yours.

Sure, you were about to graduate from UA and technically become a Pro Hero, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were sort of stepping into a role that didn’t really have anything to do with you. You had no grand dreams of fighting side-by-side with All Might in his final battle. There were so any many risks and what if a simple butterfly effect made the villains win by you being here. Honestly, you’d probably end up being the hero who handed out flyers for charity events or stood at the front of the line for photos to be safe. Was that the kind of hero you wanted to be?

“Well, I guess I’ll be a hero of some kind,” you muttered, though it was more out of obligation than excitement. “But what does it even mean if I don’t have some grand purpose in all this?”

A little chuckle escaped your lips. This was ridiculous. Here you were, stressing over your place in a world that was literally made up. You were a character in a story that already had its plot laid out, and yet you were still acting like you had to be a main character. It was all just so absurd.

But you didn’t want to be that person someone who just complained about fate and waited for something to happen. You could still make a difference in small ways, right? Maybe not as the next All Might or Deku, but as someone who showed up when it mattered, who helped out in their own way. The world was full of side characters doing small but important things, why couldn’t you be one of them?

With a grin, you stood up and grabbed your bag, heading out of the classroom to join the rest of your classmates. Maybe you weren’t the protagonist of this story, but hey, you could still make your mark on it. A little self-awareness never hurt anyone, right? Besides, in a world full of heroes, sometimes it was enough just to be one even if you were doing it a little differently than everyone else.

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Cats&Coffee - C.SC

😻Who: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) with fem!reader 😺What: A lot of my brand of humour, perhaps borderline crack? Firefighter!Seungcheol. Business owner!Reader. Sort of a coffee shop au. Brother's best friend au. Reader is Shua's twin. [Simp!Chan as a background character but Simp!Chan is very important to me okay.] 😸Wordcount: 5.8k 🐱Warnings: Fire/arson mentions- nobody is hurt though and its not the main characters. Profanity. A lot of suggestive comments but no smut. More like sexual conversations. Reader is thirsty. Reader is kind of a brat but playfully. Mentions of bruises. Seungcheol calls reader princess&baby once. Implied Dom!Seungcheol but not actually shown. Let me know if I've missed any warnings, I'm terrible at knowing what to mention!

Summary; Okay, so here's the situation; you're just amusedly watching your best friend where he's perched up on a branch trying to convince the little cute fluff ball you are supposedly rescuing to get down, when some very attractive firefighters arrive to save the day. Low and behold, the leader of the bunch is the manifestation of your wettest wildest dreams; all buff and a little cocky and you're pretty certain he's showing off in that tight t-shirt for you. Do you; A- approach and flirt until he throws you over his shoulder or B- approach and flirt, and then completely forget to exchange numbers and only realise when he was long gone and then regret your very existence for the foreseeable future?

Although there isn't any smut, this is definitely an 18+ fic so Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in the bio.

-2024 Masterlist- Ao3 link

A/N; This all came from one of @sluttywoozi 's anon asks I saw that I then got caught on because they mentioned firefighter!Cheol. I don't have the link to the original ask but it's on her account! So inspiration credit goes to that anon!

Edited: 23/12/24

Lee Seokmin is probably the single sweetest person in the entire universe and everyone who meets the man will wholeheartedly agree. It is a unanimous decision that the man can do no wrong.

So, it's not his fault that the newest member of your cat sanctuary made a run for it out of the front door, which Seokmin hadn't closed behind him quickly enough, even though it kind of is. But nobody will ever say that, least of all to the Angel-On-Earth.

“I'm so sorry,” Seokmin apologises for perhaps the tenth time when he shuffles over to your side with his phone clutched in his hands and big, beautiful eyes staring up in a mix of worry and guilt at where Junhui is half wrapped around the branch under him with one hand outstretched trying to coax the brown ball of matted fluff to him.

“It's not your fault,” you assure, blindly reaching out to put a reassuring hand on Seokmin's left shoulder; you are too visually engrossed in what your best friend is doing in the tree to look over at Seokmin.

It isn't the first time that Junhui has climbed a tree to save a cat, or some other kind of dramatic action for the sake of a cat, but it never fails to amuse you highly.

“I should've closed the door,” Seokmin continues, lips pursed in a guilty little pout.

“It's fine, Seokie; Jun's part cat, he's made to climb trees.”

“Aren't cats really bad at getting down from trees?”

“No, they're actually good at climbing down.”

“Then why did Jun climb up after that one?”

“Because he's an idiot,” you snigger, your grin growing wider when your best friend yelps a little as he stretches too far and almost falls.

Well, almost is quite a stretch as his long legs are wrapped entirely securely around the branch and so is half of his left arm, but you're sure that it felt like he was about to fall at least.

“Hey!” Hansol calls, sticking his head out of the entrance door to the coffee shop you own with Junhui, though the main focus of Cats&Coffee is actually the sanctuary at the back.

Well, for you two and the staff, it is the main focus. You all are more than aware that the majority of the customers only visit the coffee shop with the intention of eyeing up the barista and well, you don't entirely blame them; Jeon Wonwoo is an unfairly attractive man.

“I'm going to go into your bag to get your notes, hyung!”

“Okay!” Seokmin calls back, giving Hansol a thumbs up in approval. Hansol returns the hand gesture and then goes back into the store, entirely oblivious to the customers ogling him.

Okay, so the customers don't just turn up for Wonwoo; they turn up for all of the men who are regularly in the building. But as Wonwoo is the sole barista and always in the shop out front and not the sanctuary out back mostly out of sight, you're pretty valid in saying the customers come for him.

“Do something!” Junhui calls after a few more attempts to reach the cat. You take your phone out and take a few pictures of your best friend. “Not what I meant!”

“I'm sending them to Kwannie, he'll be so pissed he missed this,” you muse, already tapping away on your phone to send the photos to Seungkwan, who you know will post them on the Instagram account he runs for Cats&Coffee.

Not because he is an employee or volunteer, because he isn’t, and technically it's not really an official account because the man made it himself one day after his own followers kept bugging him for more photos of the drinks and hot staff from the coffee shop. But because he enjoys posting embarrassing photos of the staff.

So Seungkwan runs what you and the other staff refer to as a fan account for the coffee shop and sanctuary, and he takes advantage of that joke to essentially thirst post about the men in a semi-serious way. Nobody knows if he does it for the sake of the customers, or if Seungkwan genuinely wants Wonwoo to 'grind him like those high quality beans'.

“It's okay, Jun-hyung! I've called for reinforcements!” Seokmin assures. “Just stay right there!”

“Just get the ladder and help me yourself!” Junhui whines in response.

“I'm scared of heights though!”

Junhui sighs and thunks his head on the branch slightly before he gets back to trying to inch along the branch carefully and grab the cat.

It isn't until you've put your phone back away a minute later that you register what Seokmin earlier said. “Hang on, reinforcements?” You question while turning to look inquisitively at the man still on your right where he’s watching Junhui carefully in concern.

“Yes, my best friend knows how to handle situations like this. He's done it a lot,” Seokmin answers confidently, so you accept his words and go back to grinning at the sight of your own best friend failing to win over a cat for the first time in his life.

Maybe you should've asked more questions though because when you hear Seokmin's name being called happily, you certainly do not expect to see a six-foot hunk of handsome fireman bouncing over with a wave and heart-shatteringly beautiful smile.

“Mingyu!” Seokmin calls back, smiling equally as bright and beautiful, and then the best friend is right with you and you're trying not to gawp up at him. “Thanks for coming. Jun-hyung went up to bring the cat down and now he's stuck and the cat won't listen.” Seokmin pouts over at the tree. Mingyu turns to look at the tree and pouts too.

How can a man be so cute and hot at the same time? You really have no idea but Mingyu pulls it off impeccably.

“Aw, poor Jun-hyung,” Mingyu coos sympathetically. “But no worries!” He perks up and turns back around to look at the pair of you. “We'll save them both! And by we I mean Soonyoung-hyung will save them; he's good at this. Animals love him!”

You notice two other men donning the same big jacket and trousers combination of a classic firefighter outfit approaching the tree and setting up the ladder. And hot damn if you aren't suddenly tempted to take up a new hobby of arson just to see them regularly because holy shit all three of these men are ridiculously attractive. You have to swallow thickly to keep the drool in your mouth.

The shorter of the pair by the tree holds onto the bottom of the ladder securely while the other climbs it smoothly. To your genuine delight, the man simply makes an encouraging noise while extending his hand out and the little furry demon of a cat trots straight over. You can't help but burst into cackling laughter as the feline climbs over Junhui as if he is nothing more than part of the tree while your best friend gawps in disbelief.

“Told you animals love him.” Mingyu grins proudly as you all watch Soonyoung traverse down the steps of the ladder, still as smoothly as he went up them even with one arm supporting the cat against his chest and its furry little head nuzzling into the man's jaw while Soonyoung giggles happily at the cute actions.

“A regular Snow White.” You grin.

“I'll be right back!” Soonyoung calls to Junhui and already walking over to the three of you. “Hi! I'm Soonyoung!” He greets brightly. “Your friend says to give the cat to you?” He tries to offer you the cat but it yowls and latches onto his jacket. Luckily, the material is thick and sturdy enough that the cat's claws don't actually reach the man's body.

“I think he likes you,” you muse.

“Aww,” Soonyoung coos and nuzzles the cat who loudly starts to purr. “He's so lovely, what's his name?”

“He hasn't got one yet. We run a sanctuary and he's our newest rescue.”

“A rescue?” Soonyoung turns round, sad eyes on you. “Is he okay.”

“Yeah, the vets gave him the go-ahead, he's just a little shit who wouldn't let them groom him at all. I think we might have to shave him if he doesn't let us.”

“But his hair is so beautiful.” He pouts. “It'll grow back well, right?”

“Of course,” you assure the man making his pout melt away.

“Uhm, hello?!” Junhui yells from the branch, gaining your attention back. Even the man at the bottom of the ladder hasn't been paying him any attention.

“Oh, right.” Soonyoung once again tries to hand the cat to you but the feline really doesn't want to let him go. You think it’s understandable. “Mingyu, can you go up and-”

“No way.” Mingyu shakes his head adamantly with wide eyes. “You know I'm scared of heights, hyung.”

“You're a firefighter who's scared of heights?” You deadpan. He pouts at you. “You're right; why do firefighters even need to climb ladders anyway? Just leave him in the tree, he'll get down when he falls.” Mingyu giggles a little.

“I got it,” a new voice calls, one you initially assume belongs to the man by the ladder but, oh are you so wrong.

A fourth firefighter appears; he’s clad in the same uniform as the others but something about the way he wears it seems more like it was made for him. He's already approaching the tree from the road where the fire engine is parked and he had been sitting inside in wait.

And you are unaware of this but he has definitely been checking you out the entire time and only got out with every intention of showing off.

He stops once at the foot of the tree and glances over his shoulder at the four of you before shucking off his jacket. Your throat dries at the sight of his broad, muscular torso filling out the fitted black t-shirt strapped over with the suspenders of his uniform trousers.

And talking of those trousers, holy shit does he fill them out well. You could've never imagined yourself wanting to bite someone's ass before but here you are, practically salivating at the curve of his plump backside in the ugly trousers. Which is only made more obvious when he starts to climb the ladder.

You don't even notice that the three men you’re standing with start to converse around you; your entire focus is on the epitome of your wet dreams manhandling your best friend down from the tree.

It probably says a lot that even though you have never and will never want to bone your best friend, the sight of the attractive stranger throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him down the ladder like he's nothing really does something to you.

And by that, you mean you'd really like it if the man would throw you over his shoulder, then promptly down onto his bed and climb on top. Or any surface so long as he puts himself between your thighs immediately afterwards.

And to top it off, the man doesn't even put Junhui down once both of his feet are back on the grass; he just turns and starts to approach. The man at the bottom of the ladder rolls his eyes and takes the ladder away knowing exactly what is happening here.

“I believe this belongs to you,” the man states once close enough, abruptly ending the conversation the other three men are having as they look at him. Though he's just staring you down with dark eyes and you're really not going to look away either.

“I wouldn't say he belongs to me,” you return, hoping he gets the hint that you are very single and very willing to mingle with him specifically.

“No? He told me you're his partner.” The fireman tilts his head a little, his left eyebrow raising in question.

“Work partners!” Junhui exclaims, still flopped over the man's shoulder and seeming to be rather willing to remain there for the foreseeable future. “Not romantic or sexual, gross! Not that's she's gross; she's really hot and I've heard good things from her ex-partners!”

Bless Wen Junhui for always trying to hype you up and get you a man.

“Good to know,” the firefighter murmurs, gaze blatantly checking you over. You take the chance to return the favour, and the three men with you quickly back up not wanting to be caught up in this very obvious and shameless flirtation.

Your phone suddenly starts to audibly vibrate in your pocket and you ignore it, more interested in the man in front of you.

“I think you're vibrating,” he points out amusedly.

“Mm, yeah, it's just my phone,” you confirm, half tempted to make a remark about how he could make something else vibrate on you if he wants, but pretty sure that's a little out of social protocol where first meetings with attractive strangers are concerned.

Next time though.

“Isn't he killing your shoulder?” You ask, nodding to Junhui's limp body.

“No.” Though the man still puts Junhui down carefully all the same as if reminded that he really should not stand there with a stranger draped over him any longer or it'd get really weird. “I can carry more weight than him for longer.”

“On your shoulder?”

“However I need to.”

“Good to know,” you return his earlier statement, gaze lingering on the way his chest is all but straining the material of his t-shirt. You don't notice his cocky smirk; you’re far too invested in imagining the material tearing open and freeing his beefy body for your viewing pleasure. Physical too, but those thoughts mostly come later when you're alone in bed.

Junhui stares between the two of you for a moment, wondering if either of you are going to say anything more or just continue to strip each other with your eyes. He figures it's the latter so walks off to try and claim the cat back from Soonyoung.

Neither you nor the hot fireman notice the world continuing to spin around you, up until Mingyu bounces over and pats the slightly shorter man on the shoulder with a; “Chief, we got a call; we need to go. Jihoon-hyung is already waiting to go.”

“Oh, right; work,” Chief replies, face twisting momentarily with displeasure, before he gets back into work mode and nods. “Alright, let's go.” He nods at you in farewell, and Mingyu waves brightly before the tallest rushes right back to the vehicle. The other detours to pick his jacket up from the grass then jogs to climb up into the vehicle too before it pulls away with its lights already flashing and siren kicking in when they're on the main road.

Kind of dazed, you toddle into the store and around the counter to lean dramatically against Wonwoo. There's a mystery stain on the sleeve of his hoodie near your face but you don't have the mental capacity to question it.

Wonwoo doesn't give you any attention until he's done with the customer in front of him.

“What's with you now?” He asks, pulling his arm around from where it's pressed against your chest to sling it around your shoulders instead and tug you more against his chest.

There's another mystery stain here and you vaguely recall that today is clearly a 'Wonwoo is trying to discourage is legions of fangirls' day. The man is dressed in an old, scruffy and stained hoodie and sweatpants combination; the hems barely even meet his ankles and wrists they’re so old, and he has to tie the waistband of the sweatpants up with multiple shoelaces strung together because the original tie was lost years ago. But his fangirls still stare at him as if he is Adonis reincarnated. You have to admit, he still does look unfairly beautiful like this.

“I'm in lust, Wonie,” you whine while squeezing around his waist as if you can get some of the frustration out that way.

The tall man makes a noise of understanding and pats your head as if you're one of the animals from out back. It actually feels pretty nice so you allow it. “Ah, the firefighter who carried Jun down. They told me you two were eye-fucking.”

“I don't want to eye-fuck him, I want to fuck-fuck him,” you complain, squeezing again.

Wonwoo wheezes a little and forces you to loosen your hold yet doesn't remove you from his body otherwise. “Then text him and arrange a date.”

You freeze, then jerk backwards to look up at him with a gaze so devastatingly heartbroken that Wonwoo immediately cups your face and starts to coo consolingly, even if he isn't sure why you look like your entire world is crumbling down around you.

“I forgot to get his number,” you wail.

Wonwoo's touch stills and his face falls flat, before turning unimpressed. “You're a fucking idiot.”

“I know.”

You know that if it wasn't for the new customer approaching the counter, Wonwoo would go on to tell you all the ways in which you are an idiot, but luckily for your currently very fragile ego, there is a customer, so he turns to take her order and goes back to ignoring you even as you attach to his back like some kind of sad-horny parasite.

For days you mourn the loss of what you have convinced yourself would be the best dick you will never be blessed with.

In this mourning, it does not at all cross your mind to simply ask Seokmin to ask his bestie to hook you up with his co-worker, nor does it cross Seokmin's mind either. It does, however, cross Wonwoo's mind; but the barista is kind of cruel at times and finds other's suffering amusing. Only when it's not serious though because Wonwoo can be a bit of a sadist but he's not an asshole.

Regardless of who does or does not think up the logical solution to your suffering, you continue to suffer for days.

Until you are pretty much handed the perfect opportunity to reunite with your lost lover by genuinely the last person you'd expect.

“Wait, what the fuck did you just say?” You demand, interrupting your brother's words as he talks away to Chan by the counter in an attempt to stop the youngest man from waxing poetic over your eyes, or ass, or maybe even your philtrum; you can never tell with your simp of a neighbour.

“I was telling Chan about the fundraiser I'm helping out with for my friends,” Joshua answers while giving you a long-suffering look; the same look he always wears around Chan because, well, who wants to hear someone blathering on about how hot their sibling is?

“You don't have friends,” you retort without thought.

“More than you,” your twin scoffs and picks up his mug from the counter to sip at happily.

Cats&Coffee doesn't actually offer a drink-in option due to how small the space is, so the mugs on hand are purely for the staff or your friends when they stop by. And Joshua, of course, has his own special mug because he's a pain in your ass, but you love him more than anyone else and let him pretty much do want he wants; include supply a hand painted mug for himself to drink his beverages from at the store. Even if you think it's ugly.

“I'm noona's friend,” Chan points out.

“You're her simp, you don't count,” Joshua corrects.

Chan immediately turns to pout all sad and cute at you. “I'm your simp and friend, right, noona?”

“Of course, Channie,” you coo while reaching over the counter to tap the tip of his nose. The younger beams happily and then sends your twin a smug look. Joshua just rolls his eyes. “What's the fundraiser for?” You ask, wanting to get back to the vital conversation.

“The firehouse-”

“When?” You gawp, leaning over the counter towards your brother with eyes wide.

“Tomorrow. Why the fuck are you looking at me like that? It's terrifying.”

“Ly beautiful. You mean terrifyingly beautiful,” Chan retorts simply without missing a beat before noisily sucking through his straw. Joshua chooses to entirely ignore Chan.

“I'm going,” you declare. “Tomorrow. I'm going to the fundraiser.”

“What? Why?” Joshua gives you a suspicious look.

“There will be a wet t-shirt contest, right?” You ask.

“What the fuck? No! This is a community event to raise funds for the family whose house burned down last week, dumbass. Not a fetish movie.”

“They're called porn, Shua,” you point out while pouting slightly at your horny dreams being broken so ruthlessly.

“So noona won't be in a wet t-shirt contest?” Chan asks, eyes sparkling with the thought.

“I'm leaving,” Joshua decides, picking up his mug to take with him and goes through to the sanctuary looking for a safe haven of his own away from you and Chan.

“Sometimes I think you two should just fuck and get it over with,” Wonwoo declares from where he's perched on the stool a little further down the counter munching away on the doughnuts Chan brought with him twenty minutes ago in an attempt to sweeten you all up and allow him to stay longer.

None of you will ever tell him that he doesn't need to bring treats every time he wants to hang around because truthfully, you are all useless at remembering to bring food to work or restocking the staff room, so Chan is often the only reason any of you eat in the middle of the week.

“I think so too,” Chan agrees wholeheartedly while nodding enthusiastically along.

Wonwoo grins in amusement. He always sticks around when Chan visits because he thinks it's the most entertaining thing ever how obviously obsessed with you the young man is. And, of course, Wonwoo thrives on goading the younger on and often making comments in regard to the one time you and Wonwoo fell into bed together.

Well, not bed exactly; more like over the counter late enough one night that it was really early the next morning. Regardless, Wonwoo likes to theatrically retell certain aspects of your tryst, which you know are exaggerated or entirely fake, just to watch Chan drool at the mental images.

“Ah, but once you've had a taste, you'll be begging for more,” Wonwoo replies dramatically.

“I already beg,” Chan is utterly shameless and it only makes Wonwoo's grin grow. “But I can beg more.” The younger looks at you now, but you're too busy texting Seungkwan to task him with getting all the information possible about the fundraiser the next day.

Chan wants to interrupt and ask you if him begging more is what you want him to do, but you look too focused and he loves it when you've got that serious expression on, so he just sighs dreamily and leans down on his elbows to stare adoringly at you.

Thanks to Seungkwan working his magic, Cats&Coffee snag a last-minute stall at the fundraiser where you, Junhui and Hansol set up all the merchandise left over from previous fundraisers.

Hansol always finds these fundraisers awkward purely because the Cats&Coffee special, limited edition fundraiser merchandise always consists of various items with photos of the men on them; the calendars of the men posing with cats are always a hit and a yearly preorder in November.

Junhui, however, doesn't even blink twice at seeing his own face staring back at him on the reusable travel mugs and keychains.

And Wonwoo happily avoids the stall to run the mini coffee truck a little to the right while pointedly ignoring the sign above him that boasts an old, edited picture of him. You and Seungkwan think Wonwoo looks absolutely precious with cat ears, whiskers and a little bell around his throat as he naps curled up with various cats. And you know the fans customers agree so the sign has remained for the past two years.

Usually, you love doing these fundraisers and get lost in convincing people to buy the merchandise, not that most of them need much convincing, to be honest. But you are rather adept at upselling with a way with words that would have the most skilled of grifters taking note, and you take great pride in it.

Yet today, you can't even enjoy watching Hansol awkwardly accepting payment for a photocard lucky dip that may or not be a little photo of his face, or Wonwoo trying to come up with new ways to discourage yet another of his fangirls from being a fangirl.

You're much more focused on watching the man of your wet dreams where he is giving tours of the fire engine and teaching people the importance of fire safety. You'd say teaching kids if you weren't positive that most of the kids are only standing and listening to him because their parents are there; and it’s very obvious which of the parents are present just to ogle the attractive man and don't give a single flying fuck about the words spilling from his mouth.

“Ohmygod, no, don't,” the familiar voice of your brother breaks you from your thirsting. You turn to look at him where he is standing between the coffee-cart and the gazebo you’re seated under. “Don't tell me you only came today because you've got the hots for Seungcheol.”

“Seungcheol?” You're up on your feet in seconds and grabbing a hold of your brother's weirdly sweaty face. You can't even focus on it; you have much more important matters to attend to. “His name is Seungcheol?”

“No,” Joshua mutters while trying to push your hands away from where you’re squishing his cheeks together into an unattractive pout. But he only has one hand free, the other holding an iced americano in a reusable cup with Seokmin's face on, so he can't really fight you off effectively or back up unless he wants to take a tumble to the gravel with Wonwoo.

“It is! Seungcheol. Man, that's a good name, sounds great. Feels great.”

“Stop it, ew,” he complains, looking genuinely pained at your words.

“Only when you tell me everything about him, but most importantly, is he single?”

“He's my friend, don't.”

“You've fucked my friends; I'm going to fuck yours whether you like it or not.”

Your brother whines wordlessly knowing that you have him beat there. He has definitely had various relations with various friends of yours in the past, and most certainly will again in the future too.

“Ugh, fine,” he concedes while slumping, so you make a happy noise and let him go.

Only now do you pay attention to the sweat on your palms and pull a disgusted face, before wiping them on his t-shirt, though that's not exactly in a much better condition. “Why the fuck are you so sweaty?” You eye him in pure disgust.

“Because Jihoon and I are doing demonstrations.” You give him a questioning look. “Exercise, you know; the thing people do to be healthy?” He rolls his eyes. “The guys asked him to lead a basic exercise demonstration to help encourage healthy habits and he asked me to help, you know, seeing as I'm a personal trainer with him.”

“Oh!” You make a noise of understanding. “Jihoon is your hot colleague.” Then another revelation comes to you and you gasp while hitting his arm a few times. He bats you in return, then pouts as he rubs at the impact spot on his bicep. “He was holding the ladder!”

“What?” Joshua looks at you as if you're crazy. Which, honestly, is a pretty common expression he wears around you or anyone who works at Cats&Coffee, or regularly spends time there.

You really do associate with a top-notch bunch of weirdos.

“The other day Junnie got stuck up a tree so Seokie called his hot bestie, who turns out to be a hot fireman with hot coworkers and the only one who I didn't talk to was Jihoon! I didn't recognise him in his uniform, and he's blond now and grew his hair out?”

“Mm, yeah, looks good right?” He enthuses and you nod. “I'll tell him you said that.”

“Mm sure,” you agree without care. “But back to the important matter here; Chief Seungcheol.” Your eyes are practically burning with how much they glisten at the thought of the buff man currently showing the hose attached to the fire engine.

Man, you wish he'd show you his hose; innuendo emphatically intended.

“I'm so going to regret this but yes, he's single.” Your brother sighs. “And now I know how you two met, I'm guessing you're the woman whose number he forgot to get after eye-fucking her with her friend on his shoulder.”

“Man, that was hot; he could throw me around so-”

“Okay, no, shut up. You're my baby sister, I don't need to hear that,” he complains, backing up with a shake of his head out of the gazebo.

“You're less than an hour older!”

“Can't hear you!” He calls back over his shoulder, already jogging back to his own station across the lot.

You turn to sit back down and happen to notice the Chief himself standing in front of the fire engine and no longer surrounded by visitors, while staring in your direction, with his big arms crossed over his big chest and a dark look in his eyes. You expect him to turn and get back to work, but he tilts his head when your eyes meet; a silent demand before he turns and walks past the huge vehicle and through the staff-only door to enter the firehouse.

“Fellas, I'm going to go get me some dick,” you declare, patting Junhui on the shoulder as you pass him to edge around the table.

“Ask him how to handle his big hose!” Junhui calls without looking up from the keyrings he is rearranging.

Hansol wonders how you two ever manage to run a business when you both always say such things so blatantly in front of customers, but then he notices the young women at the table all fawning over the merchandise obliviously and wonders no longer.

The interior of the firehouse is blessedly cool in comparison to the hot weather outside; even under the gazebo out of the sun's direct glare, you were starting to get a little sweat dappled.

“Hey,” the voice makes you jump slightly and you turn to find Seungcheol leaning back against a dinner table. You take a quick glance around behind him and realise it's the kitchen area. You're standing in the mostly open area of the ground floor, though there's a couch further to your right and you briefly imagine him pinning you down on it.

“Hi, Chief,” you reply while sauntering closer.

“You know Shua?” He asks bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. He's pretty certain you both have one thing on your mind based on the way he has noticed you staring him down hungrily for the past two hours.

“He's my brother,” you inform and stop close enough in front of him that the tips of your sandals are almost touching the toes of his clunky uniform boots. You dread to think how hot his feet must be in those.

For a second, you're genuinely disgusted at the thought, but then you notice how his crossed arms bulge and threaten to rip the hems of his sleeves around his biceps and suddenly you don't even know what feet are.

“You're his twin?” He gawps, arms dropping to his sides in disbelief and crushing disappointment.

You hum with a nod and pout a little at the lack of bulging biceps in your vision. But then you realise you can now see his pecs stretching out the black material and you're happy again.

“Stop,” he mutters and reaches up to physically tilt your head up so that you're no longer blatantly checking him out with heavy eyes. “You know your brother is pretty much my best friend, right?” He genuinely looks pained. “I can't fuck you.”

“Yes, you can.” You smirk and step closer, pressing your palms to his chest. You can feel him inhale deeply when you make a home for yourself against him, your thighs locked between each other's and so close to applying pressure exactly where you both want it. “He's essentially given his blessing.”

“He has?” He doesn't fully believe you; that doesn't sound like the Joshua he knows, but he's a weak-ass man when it comes to you. Literally, he already decided he'd do some insane things from the moment he first saw your ass while he was checking you out in the fire engine the other day.

So he lifts his hands to initially settle on your hips but they very quickly, almost immediately, slide down to settle in your back pockets. Not quite touching you up but pretty fucking close.

“Mm, well, blessing isn't the right word. I told him that he's fucked enough of my friends that he has no say in which of his friends I fuck.”

“Do you plan to fuck any of his other friends?” He raises an eyebrow and tugs you a little closer.

“He doesn't have any friends,” you retort and he huffs a short laugh. “Just Jihoon, right? I mean, he does look really fucking good blond so-”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence, princess,” Seungcheol mutters darkly, almost glaring at you in warning. You bite back a grin. “So I'll ask again; do you plan to fuck any of Shua's other friends?”

“Depends on if you disappoint me or not, doesn't it, Chief?” You tease while winding your arms around his neck with a playful smile.

“You're never going to want to fuck anyone else when I'm done with you.”

“That bad, huh?” His face drops. It takes everything in you to not crack up laughing. “Going to put me off sex in general?”

“Shua's right; you're a fucking brat.”

“Mm, yeah,” you confirm shamelessly and press against him entirely. “Kinda think you're into it though, Chief.”

“Is that going to be a thing? Calling me Chief? Or do you just not know my name?” He wonders, head tilting a little and one arm wrapping tight around your waist, while his thigh between yours pushes up between your legs making your eyes light up with joy.

Finally you have him.

“I know your name, but shouldn't I call the boss by his title?” You coo faux-innocently.

“"I'm the boss, huh?” You nod and he smirks. “Damn fucking right, baby.”

Seungcheol doesn't wind up pinning you to the couch, not right away at least. He does, however, take you upstairs to the office and bend you over the desk until you have bruises in the shape of his hands on your hips and nothing but his name on your tongue.

And as it turns out; he was right. You never want to fuck anyone but him again.

A/N- I know this reads like it should end in smut and I did intend to write it but I'm very certain I would not do the vibes justice, I'm so out of practice with smut. But maybe in the future? But if you want some good smut, go read sluttywoozi's stuff fr, you will not be disappointed

Anyway, I hope you liked, please let me know what you think& reblog!

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》 "-ARE YOU COLD, MY DEAR?"

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ask: none.

sypnosis: waking up with your husband one morning and going on a walk in the snow.

a/n: ive been procrastinating this foreva, ik its short but I just want this out of the drafts so I can start writing more fics😼

warnings: female reader in mind when writing, but I'm not sure if I put any fem pronouns, just cute fluffy fluffness 😺

notes: ooc zhongli? definitely? maybe? idk.. u tell me

When fall hits Liyue, it can get pretty chilly pretty fast. The degrees quickly drop to fifty degrees and lower, previously being in around the eighties or nineties.

It's quite a sudden change. But a pleasant one, especially for tourists who come around during the seasons.

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One quiet morning, you and your husband, Zhongli, are lazing about in your shared king bed. Zhongli was reading a book, idly playing with your hair with one hand, while you were still trying to wake up, laying your head on his broad chest.

"Mm.." You groan sleepily, reaching a hand up to rub your eye.

"Are you finally awake, my dear?" Zhongli chuckles, halting his hand that was intertwined with the tresses of your hair.

You simply nod, yawning, and sit up against his chest, feeling his hand snake around your waist to hold you closer.

"Do you have work today?" You ask, blinking a couple of times to actually fully wake up, staring up at him and he nods with a hum.

"I am, in fact, off today. What do you suppose we do?" He asks, placing the book down to give you his full attention.

"Sleep in?" You request with a chuckle, and Zhongli jokingly sighs, shaking his head no.

"Something productive, please, my dear." He says, playing with a strand of your hair once more.

"Sleeping is productive, Li." You retort, rolling your eyes, tempted to fall back into a deep slumber just to spite your husband.

There's silence for a moment as Zhongli thinks.

"-Oh, I know, what about a walk around the harbor? I'm sure nobody is awake during these early hours, so it'll be calm, quiet, and peaceful. Just the two of us." Zhongli smiles, cupping your cheek, his slightly calloused palm brushing against your soft skin.

"..Thats.." You start, ".. Not that bad of an idea."

"Knew it."

You only roll your eyes at his response, "Well, I guess we better get our lazy asses out of bed before it's too late and people start getting to work."

"You're the only lazy ass here." Zhongli chuckles with a whisper under his breath, getting out of bed before you could do anything about what he said.

"Oh you mother-"

-

As you two walk around the harbor, you did not expect it to start snowing..

The pretty white snowflakes started to dance across the sky before ultimately finding use on the ground, creating a soft blanket of snow covering the docks and pathways.

Aaaaand.. you forgot your mittens.. your hands were freezing, but if you told Zhongli, he would give you that: "i tOld yOu sO" bullshit.

Before you guys even left the house, Zhongli insisted you bring mittens, because, to quote him, "You don't even know how cold it is in the morning, love."

And of course, you just had to defy him, insisting that you'll be fine without mittens.

You really regret it now..

Even though you were clad in a comfy coat, your hands that were freezing seemed to freeze your entire body, and you were quivering every step you and your husband took as you walked around.

Zhongli looked through the shop windows, not really seeming to notice at first, but then he eventually heard your teeth starting to chatter together, and glanced back at you.

"..Are you cold, my dear?" Zhongli asks, staring at you with a concerned look.

"I-m f-ine.." You respond, your teeth clamming together continuously.

He glances down at your hands that were trembling the most, reaching his mitten covered hands hold them, and you immediately feel a sense of relief.

Zhongli smiles softly, chuckling a bit, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead, "I told you to wear the mittens."

"I kn-ow.." You chatter, before moving closer to cuddle into his chest, the two of you still holding hands, standing there for a while in the wintery streets.

Zhongli hums softly, his nose nuzzled into your hair as he smells your shampoo and conditioner, snow falling over his long brown hair and back.

You could fall asleep right there in the arms of your husband, but you'd rather get home before you get all lovey dovey, so you pull away, looking up at his handsome amber eyes.

"Let's head back, Li.." You say, and Zhongli nods, continuing to hold your hand.

He even not-so discreetly maneuvered it into the large pocket of his coat, so your hand could be even warmer as you two walked.

You smile softly, and lean your head on your husband's shoulder.

The two of you only left footsteps in your wake as you find comfort in eachother.

- signed by c♡

[leossmoonn]

Could you maybe do some head canons for like goth or alternative!reader x mike? Maybe he was intimidated when he first saw her or like Abby really likes the way she dresses and wants to borrow accessories from her and stuff? Idk this idea popped in my head you are such a good writer! 😺

yes! i’m not goth but i looked up some outfits and makeup and stuff. i know the media waters down goth style, but i hope this is what you had in mind!! this is also kind of all over the place sorry 😅

includes / warnings - reader fem, has piercings :D. hc format. after freddy’s.

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first time mike sees you hearts shoot out his eyes like he’s in a cartoon

“what’re you staring at?” abby asks.

“uh,” mike trails off, not being able to answer as he literally locked on you. it’s when you glance over at him when his face get all red and he looks away and goes back to grocery shopping.

abby walks up to you after seeing mike’s interest and starts a conversation with you

mike tries to steer her away, but he can’t get to her before she says:

“my brother thinks you’re pretty.”

lmao if mike didn’t want to die before this, he definitely wanted to now

“oh, he does?” you grin at him.

mike visibly gulps. but he’s glad he’s closer to you and he can really see how hot you are lmao

“yeah,” he nods. “i-i really like your piercing,” he points to his own eyebrow where you have a piercing on your face.

“thank you. it’s new, actually.”

although mike was a little worried about abby running off to talk to you, in the end it was a good thing 😸

mike loves watching you do your makeup. he’ll sit there for hours staring at you for hours if he could

he loves watching your skilled hands paint eyeliner over your eyes. he likes watching you mix lipstick shades together to create the perfect shade you lay desire that day

“don’t you have to go to work?” you ask.

“i can be late if that means i get to stare at your pretty face.”

also, he’s just so impressed with how talented you are at doing makeup and will literally tell you how artistic you are just bc you know how to make a straight wing

mike loves the chunky heels and boots you wear. he likes when you tower over him 😼

not to mention, when the boots go up your thigh he lowk gets all hot and bothered by it lol

he also loves buying you new accessories to put in your piercings. the first holiday you spent together, he bought you a shit tone of necklaces and new pieces to put in your septum

mike loves taking you out. not only bc he loves showing you off in general. in his head he’s definitely walking around like “yeah i know i bagged the most beautiful woman in the world. all you other guys suck.”

but in all seriousness, he loves the dresses you put on. he always says you look like a vampire princess, and he’s not entirely wrong

the dresses you have are fabulous omg. there’s one where it all connects form a choker-like strap around your neck and has straps connecting to the sweetheart neckline of the dress (soz if this doesn’t make any sense lmfao). the dress is textured on the skirt and stops a little bit above your knees. and fuck if mike doesn’t just want to rip it off of you after also wanting to stare at you in it for all of eternity.

you also have this sleek, black, satin dress that has like a straight neckline and long sleeves and goes down to your feet.

everytime mike sees you wearing that he mouths literally waters

now, just to go back to the fact that he is super intimated when first dating you

he was so afraid he was going to be too boring for you or basic. and also just not the type guy you were looking for

but just to his luck, you think he is perfect for you

omg but in the first month or two do you two dating, i just imagine him finding out what music you like and trying to learn every word of every song to siouxsie and the banshees, specimen, sisters of mercy

it definitely does impress you and you think it’s so sweet

for your bday he definitely tries to take you to any concert he can get tickets to

now on the subject of abby, she is definitely obsessed with you

she’s always asking you to do her makeup for school, and you happily oblige!

mike always looking out for abby in his own way, so he was worried if she went to school caked with eyeliner, she would face some backlash, but he knows how happy it makes her — and you — to play with makeup

abby’s always asking mike she can get a tattoo and piercings

“abby, you just turned 11. you won’t be able to drive anytime soon, so no tattoos anytime soon.”

she’s always trying to have you convince him, but unfortunately you have to agree with mike

buuuuttt you do paint and draw designs on abby sometimes and she acts like their tattoos and that’s close enough for her until she’s older

you also buy her face piercings that hook on her nose and lip

mike does let her get her ears pierced once she promises she can handle the little needle poke and she proceeds to try and steal all your earrings lmao

luckily, you buy her copy cats of them so she can have her own

other random things:

mike definitely lets you paints his nails. this is not at all that crazy of an idea, but, it’s smth new he’s never done but he loves watching you get so excited. you can even practice nail art on him too

you have a couple of tattoos, specifically one that goes around the side of your thigh and it just makes him fall to his knees!!

Halloween you guys dress up as the Addams family !!!

so fitting cuz you’re a hot, powerful woman and mike’s like gomez: unwaveringly obsessed with you. and of course abby is wednesday hehe

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@celestbarnes

[jeanlannesladder]

please i dont know what this is but have it while im working on other things 😿😹🙀😽😺😾

i went to chilis for the FIRST TIME in my entire life and it was really good, we got that lava cake thing and it comes on a spinny plate so i spun it while my spoon was on it and it flung onto my face and that was kinda sad 🌚🌝

i put sexyback because i had it on repeat the entire duration of creating this!

[spinnysocks]

😺🐀🐾🌟🌷🍀 for the clangen ask game for this guy(/gn)!! they look most like a tortie so I picked ‘em cause cookie’s a tortie too :3c

BOUNCING AROUND IN EXCITEMENT YIPPEE YIPPEE

i love how you circled him!!! /gen, silly, vpos. the little guy in question is Heatherpaw! to be honest i don't actually know all that much about him as he only joined 4 moons (months) ago but i am very excited to answer nonetheless :3

😸 3 random facts!

okie dokie! Heatherpaw is bold and oddly observant. he is the only one out of his litter who isn't ginger. his mentor was a suspected murderer at one point :]

🐀 favourite prey?

i think his favourite prey would be rabbit!

🐾 do they prefer a wide circle of friends, or a few close ones? who’s their best friend?

he doesn't have any friends :[ he has a lot of respect for the older warriors, and likes to do kind things for them, but he isn't friends with anyone yet. he's too new to the clan i suppose, and his bold personality might put off some cats haha. for now, his best friend is his closest sibling, Sagepaw!

🌟 do they have any special powers or abilities?

okay so when i read this question i immediately thought of superpowers, which none of my cats have, but now this thought is planted in my brain and i have IDEAS. time for superpower cats in my clan!!!. but not Heatherpaw sadly. maybe if he develops more of a role, but for now he's just a super observant apprentice with a lot to learn and a life to craft for himself haha

🌷what are some of their quirks and other mannerisms?

oooh, what a fun question! well, heatherpaw was born as a loner in the wild with only his mother and siblings, so his entire way of life used to come from just his mother. she, Tumbleblaze, actually used to be a travelling healer, so i like to think that Heatherpaw helps so many older warriors because he observed / heard stories about what his mother did to help others. she's a healer in SpringClan as well, so he definitely still copies her example :]

🍀 what is a secret they’re hiding?

oooo... i would say his only secret is that he hates a cat called Houndroar, who is part of a family line who are notorious for turning traitor and leading attacks against the clan. Houndroar is only 15 moons old, and his own mentor was actually killed by his uncle in one said attack when he was an apprentice, so there's nothing specific that Houndroar could have done to make Heatherpaw angry at him, but Heatherpaw hates him nonetheless. i think, in his youthful ignorance, Heatherpaw doesn't understand that it isn't Houndroar's fault that he comes from that family. he has a bias against them. i also think Heatherpaw is quite proud of his own family, especially because of his strict-natured but incredible mother, so in his mind he's willing to put down other families who aren't as great as his, y'know? .... sorry for rambling so heavily gsgfhdjs

also, COOKIE MENTION!!! /silly, vpos. also ×2, i am sorry to tell you that Heatherpaw isn't a tortie! he's just a dark brown tabby — don't worry, it was just the lighting from where i took the picture on my phone haha. have some actual torties for compensation! :D

Tumbleblaze (Heatherpaw's mother) and Azurite (a senior warrior who Heatherpaw is trying to befriend)! i really thought i had more torties but turns out they've all either died or are outside the clan 😭 Tumble and Azurite out here carrying the tortie population on their backs /silly

[hopelesshaidys]

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begin again

Ro actually posting early and not at 11:50????? what is this??? what is happening????

yeah that’s right BITCHES i’m posting early since i did this YESTERDAY which means wednesday (hopefully) will ALSO be early

but idk bc i’m having a DC brainrot rn specifically i made an oc and an entire alien race so i’ve been pretty dead set on writing that rn BUT fear not the next chapter will be good especially bc that’s when the angst ball starts rolling

anyways once again asking for requests for little side blurbs since my x singer! reader did so well which btwwwwww holy guacamole y’all blew that up thank you so much!! it feels so good to have spent so much time on that and it get recognized 🥺🥺🥺

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- did you notice that i went back and fixed all the little aesthetics on the previous chapters 😺😺😺😺😺 that literally took like two hours what the hell (the older chapters were SO ugly holy shit how did y’all let that slide)

- also i saw the comments on the last post i promise i will drop that lore soon!!

- when yn is super into her work she completes shuts the world out like gone bye so when toshi was talking to her she was like “uh huh, yeah totally, okay” when in reality she has no idea what he’s saying

- i added that user saying the parks and rec quote bc i knew not a lot of people would know/notice and I HAVE TO BE SEEN

- hopefully you noticed but bkg has started using lower caps for texting…just one of the many impacts yn has on him

- (pls ignore the upper case of that one comment tho i had a brain fart)

- which honestly this reminds me of how yn slowly got sho not to be a dry texter😭

- momo is so cute :((((

- hitoshi 100% is obsessed with those weird live streams and trolls them

- zu is always digging for the tea or gossip and i love him for that

- zu and sho were sitting next to each other picking out which pic they would send at the same time😭😭

- idk who to make sero’s love interest since my main ship is with him and todoroki so PLEASE put down a character (or even an oc!!! i love oc’s!!!!) that i can set him up with bc SINCE IM NOT IN LOVE MY CHARACTERS WILL BE DAMMIT

- …sorry that was aggressive

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[feng-huli]

tag people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @thebansacredbanned 😺

Last song: lately, I've been listening on loop to 迢迢漫漫 from the Love of the Divine Tree soundtrack because it has a few notes that remind me of a part in Do You Hear the People Sing? from Les Mis. Also, it has the same composer as The Blood of Youth, Hu Xiao'ou.

Favourite color: I live for green. Whether it's the warm green of leaves in the golden sunset or the cool green of Wuchang Gui's lips in the silvery dark, it brings me so much joy.

Last book: An He Zhuan, in preparation for the upcoming Dark River drama. I'm intruiged to see what differences there will be, and how gloriously the fights will translate to a visual medium—particularly under the capable direction of Yin Tao. I have the utmost confidence in Yan Su's continued portrayal of Zhuo Qing, and, after seeing the actors' performances in Love of the Divine Tree, I'm especially excited to see Ray Chang as Song Yanhui and Zhao Huanran as my son, Xiao Yong.

Last movie: Wicked. One of my favorite musicals, and I loved seeing Michelle Yeoh portraying Madame Morrible. Her costuming was excellent, and the way she used touch to manipulate Elphaba and Glinda was captivating.

Last tv show: I recently finished a flurry of shows, and I still haven't completely organized my thoughts on them, so I’ll put more beneath the cut.

Sweet, spicy or savory? It's not quite past the part of winter where I need sweetness to warm my morale and brighten my day.

Last thing searched for online: caramel. I was looking into whether it had salt, because I mentally associate it with salt but wasn't entirely sure.

Current obsession: Jin Yan—I love himmmm 💜

Looking forward to: the upcoming episode of the shao nian ge xing donghua, partially because the plot is doing something incredibly interesting with Jin Xuan, and partially because I'm looking forward to seeing the fandom's reaction. It turns out that Jin Xuan thirst is an international phenomenon, and reading “恋老癖发力了” (“the gerontophilia is kicking in”) and “我先给瑾宣当狗为敬” (“I'll be a dog for Jin Xuan first as a sign of respect”) when opening xiaohongshu made me smile yesterday (translations from the app itself). I consider myself more of a drink-maker of rather than a thirster for Jin Xuan, but I’m always happy to see appreciation for one of my favorite characters 💜

Tagging: @colleyuriko @evanescelf @koglasain and anyone else who wants to!

The Advisors Alliance/Growling Tiger, Roaring Dragon

Impressions: Excellent cinematography, great music, lots of fun and compelling moments. I don't know what in Freud is going on regarding consort/emperor/eunuch relationships, but I'll probably be chewing on it for a while. I'm especially intrigued by how the show plays with those roles and blurs the lines between them.

Favorite Characters: Cao Cao, Cao Zhen, Bi Xie, Xun Yu, A-Weng

Favorite Ships: Cao Cao/Xun Yu, Cao Rui/Bi Xie, Qing Xiao/Liu Shan

Other Thoughts: I wish Huang Hao was in it more. I had a hard time getting invested in the characters I'd normally be more drawn to because I wasn't sure if they would stop mattering/disappear/die, especially after a time-skip. This is no fault of the show, since it's based on history and time-skips are neccessary to cover the story being told. It just affected my personal enjoyment, due to how I tend to approach things.

Kill My Sins

Impressions: Beautiful show with a beautiful cast, excellent music and smart writing.

Favorite Characters: Ni Chang, Ye Ping'an, Lu Danxin, Fan Cheng, Lu Wei

Favorite Ships: The lesbian revenge polycule

Other Thoughts: I wish the release schedule had been faster, since it negatively affected my watching momentum. Luckily, that won't be a problem for anyone who wants to get into it now.

Love of the Divine Tree

Impressions: It was such a joy to see so much of the TBoY cast again! Wonderful visuals, soundtrack, acting, and costuming.

Favorite Characters: Ye Xin, Wei Jiu, and Tu Jiuyuan

Favorite Ships: Ye Xin/Su Yu, Tu Jiuyuan/Wei Jiu

Other Thoughts: Enjoyable. No particular frustrations. I don't have strong feelings on most of this show, other than having a blast whenever Tu Jiuyuan and Wei Jiu were on screen, especially together, and going absolutely insane over Ye Xin, who is a delicious combination of Jin Xuan and Li Changsheng. Mostly, it just inspires me to write more TBoY fics.

Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Impressions: I mostly watched this because I wanted to have an understanding of its appeal, and I succeeded in that goal.

Favorite Characters: Snow Master (Xue-gong), Jiao Liqiao, Shan Gudao

Favorite Ships: Jiao Liqiao & Xue-gong, Jiao Liqiao/Di Feisheng, Shan Gudao/Li Xiangyi

Other Thoughts: Just like time-skips in historical dramas, the structure of cases made it hard for me specifically to find personal investment. Whenever I saw a new character and thought they were interesting, there was a thirty percent chance they would be the perpetrator of a crime, an eighty percent chance they would die, and a ninety percent chance they would stop mattering once the case was over.

And here’s two shows that I only watched Yan Su’s scenes in:

The Baking Challenge

Thoughts: All of Yan Su's costuming was excellent, even his sleepwear was gorgeous. I loved his russet red hair, especially with the green he often wore. He can pull off a chef's hat just as well as he pulled off a eunuch hat. His bromance was hilarious. I appreciated that the nature of the show being focused on cooking allowed for plenty of close-ups of his beautiful hands, especially since sculpting was his character's specialty.

I was incredibly confused by his love interest. She'd appeared to be stalking him in her fancy car and trying to him away from his friends with weird bribery phone calls, so I thought she was a villian. Then, there was the car accident where he thought she had died, is absolutely shaken when he's giving his love confession after finding out she's alive, while she's just hiding her smirk behind their embrace. There was the star-gazing ordeal, where he was trying to be romantic despite them not being able to watch together, even leaving the good telescope for her to use, but she whines and hangs up, so he ends up leaving his friends just to get back to her. At some point, I think I remember her family trying to bribe him with money and a restuarant to get engaged to her. And when she creepily showed up at his ex's home unprompted, giving the ex a midwife that she picked out herself, I thought for sure that something was going wrong. Overall, from what I've seen of the show, her behavior seems very stalkerish and controlling, and given how, from what I remember, his arc started because he was too overbearing in his relationship with his ex, it seems like an odd conclusion to just flip the situation. I really thought she was being set up as a villain, and he was going to leave her for his more balanced friendships.

Anyways, I did love their scene with the ice slipper, since it amused me that a character played by Yan Su was giving someone ice (romantic), when I've written Zhuo Qing giving Jin Yan ice (sexual). Well, it was mostly Zhuo Luo's ice, but Zhuo Qing froze it again.

Young Blood Seaon 1

Thoughts: I saw Yan Su's scenes in Season 2 a while ago, and his character is pretty interesting in Season 1 too. He doesn't have as many scenes this time, nor are they nearly as intense as Season 2, but they're still pretty fun. Nothing beats him being spanked by a sword, though 😹

[ardentem-iustitia]

HELLO i came from ur reblog tags on one of my posts on @kotarchipelago ,, pls talk to me ab ur silly little ocs ,,,,,, if u want ,,,, :)

BWAAAAA im so honored,,, uhhh runs to my wheel of 250 something ocs

i'll just talk about my pjsk babies because that's a mutual fadom!

yapping below the cut

so i have 3 main ones that i rlly care about (there are others but they are Bare Bones (tm))

kimi kusumoto

she was my first ever pjsk oc!! leader of me and @/zephryine-tale's oc unit - an accapella group called Modern Day RULERS! her character is very deeply intertwined with royalty and the isolation of being put on a pedestal - in her 'real life', she's considers the weird freak, grandiose loser etc. etc that virtually no one wants to hang out or be friends with because of her tendency to be self-centered and loud. (she has crippling npd </3) and the loneliness definitely took a toll on her, and she basically 'shuns' her real life in favor of believing she is destined for something way greater than herself- that she's royalty. which is how her royal SEKAI was born, a place where SHE could be the king of the world.

she's also the alto role and lead singer ^_^ mdr is uniquely an entirely vocal group teehee (no instrument!)

(images by @/cameatslemons and @/zephryine-tale!!!)

amaya arika

she's part of modern day RULERS with kimi! her story is similar in the sense that she is also socially shunned and disliked, but she's really lonely and just wants a friend :< SEKAI is her escape to be with people that accept her, listen to her, love her, etc. (she and kimi are... you know.... 🏳️‍🌈)

she's a soprano and backup singer :3

(both imgs by me zephryine made a better ref but i can't find it ;-;)

ryoko ono

this one's the kicker. she's part of lost-wishing and her story like the others is about things getting so bad for her she can't lie about it anymore! she's Gifted Kid Burnout Supreme - straight As, skipped a grade, and in every other extracurricular! her parents want her to be the perfect kid and that's damn well what she's gonna be- but her work ethic is definitely getting in the way of that (lol) since she's a winning horse. and when you have a winning horse, you run into the ground.

she's convinced herself that she just wants what her parents want for her- perfect grades, perfect resume, perfect college. but deep down, she'd rather do anything else- and that hidden shrieking abyss is her motif 😺 it's giving budget mafuyu BUT HEAR ME OUT (/silly)

she'll find herself eventually

she came to kumo and kazuko's SEKAI because she was lying to herself about her real wants and needs compared to her parents wants and needs as badly as the rest of l-w was, but after a lot (and I mean a lot) of work, they're all able to heal together!

shes my fave if you couldn't tell LMAOO

ty for letting me ramble waufh 🥹 luav you /p

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Masterlist

Paring: Seishu Inui x Reader, Manjiro SANO x Reader, Ken Ryuguji x Reader, Hajime Kokonoi x Reader, Haruchiyo Sanzu x Reader, Kakucho Hitto x Reader. (All are separate)

Bonten Au. This story explores mature themes such as toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, physical intimacy, and the complexities of love and lust. It includes explicit content and may be unsettling to some readers.

Socials; insta- tyeteaa, X- tyeteaa, & wattpad- chosowife

A/n: I’m back I think… Anyways listen to Acquainted by The Weeknd while you read each fan fic. Also if you wanna be tagged when a specific one comes out leave a comment and If you enjoy my writings leave a like, comment, and a reblog, byeee.

SEISHU INUI

“Baby, you're no good 'Cause they warned me 'bout your type, girl I've been ducking left and right Baby, you're no good Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you You got me puttin' time in, time in Nobody got me feeling this way You probably think I'm lying, lying I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way”

COMING SOON…

MANJIRO SANO

“You got me touchin' on your body You got me touchin' on your body To say that we're in love is dangerous But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted, oh I'll get you touchin' on your body I'll get you touchin' on your body I know I'd rather be complacent But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted We're acquainted”

COMING SOON…

REN RYUGUJI

“Baby, you're no good All my ****** think I'm crazy 'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately But really if I could I'd forget about you, 'get about you, 'get about you, You got me puttin' time in, time in Nobody got me feeling this way You probably think I'm lying, lying I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way”

COMING SOON…

HAJIME KOKONOI

“Mama called me cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin' 'Cause I won't find somebody that's real, yeah 'Cause every time I try to, try to, try to run The fast life keeps gaining on me, yeah (the fast life keeps gaining on me) But ever since I met you (ever since I met you) I couldn't believe what you did So comfort me, babe Ain't no rush from me, babe, ooh”

COMING SOON…

HARUCHIYO SANZU

“I'm not tryna talk at all 'Cause I'm tryna love you crazy Put some more inside your cup And drink 'til you numb the pain”

COMING SOON…

KAKUCHO HITTO

“I got you touchin' on your body These girls keep touchin' on their body They got accustomed to the life we live These girls born in the 90's are dangerous I got 'em thinkin' that they want me Although they know they not the only I got 'em wanting to embrace their sins These girls born in the 90's are dangerous”

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[falasta]

First of all, you like Star Trek and Cats, how have I not found your blog before now!

Secondly: 🐱, 🔥and 🐾

Welcome and thank you for the ask!! 🤗😺

🐱 Who's your favorite song cat and why?

This beautiful boy!!

Munkustrap is the guy just trying *so hard* to keep this crazy, adorable clown car on the road. He's the Straight Man. He's the Storyteller, the Wrangler of Kittens, the Protector. He's brave and strong when he needs to be but inexpressibly soft as well.

When I think "Song Cat" I think Munkustrap because I consider Pekes & Pollicles to be *his* song. It's not cats if Munkustrap isn't being Amateur Theater Director/Lead performer and Herding Cats into playing Dogs so he can show off to Old Deut.

He's also an amazing Multi-tasker - watch him Hold a Munkustance (with required attached kitten), acknowledge Cori and Tanto offscreen, give said kitten a gentle pat and reassuring smile, acknowledge Jellyorum, and send Mistoffelees to fetch Old Deuteronomy. All in the space of two seconds!

source: @munkthehunk

🔥 Share one (1) hot take/opinion about the show/fandom/etc

OK. This is going to be Spicy. So fair warning this is a take/rant and not meant to attack anyone - only the people directing and producing the show. Not expecting everyone to agree with me. But some things I gotta say:

Both Original Pekes and Pollicles are incredibly important to the meaning and flow of the show, actually. For some reason people want to cut Cats to pieces in a way they won't with other musicals. Can the outdated racist elements be easily written out and the words and sequences easily update? Absolutely! Will ALW and RUG ever put in the actual effort to do this? Nope.

I loathe the bizarre mashing of P&P and Growltiger that spread from the Broadway revival. It shows no understand of either number, and entirely fails to remove the problematic parts that were there to begin with. Pekes and Pollicles is my favorite number and it's Munkustrap's Song. Take it away and you've taken away an integral part of his character and importance. Munkustrap isn't the Back Up - he's the leader. It's such a fantastic moment for every performer to ham it up to their heart's content. Everything is goofy and funny and unscripted. Tugger gets to cause chaos twice! Munkustrap gets to show off his acting chops and be *more* than just the guy who's always standing in a triangle with kittens and occasionally getting thrown across the stage.

Growltiger is, and I don't know how many time I have to say this, A Flashback. It's Gus's Senior Moment. It's Gus fading back into his memories while the cats sit around and wonder who Grandpa is talking to and bowing to. It's Gus seeing the audience when no one else does. He sings "Do it again" softly to himself, echoey, as the lights fade and so do the cats around him. The number itself is in Panto Tradition, and it's hilarious. It's meant to be silly and over the top and Growltiger is obviously Cartoonishly evil. Put Gilbert back in his proper place, rewrite lines as needed, keep the new Siamese costumes, and have the crew sneak off to signal the Siamese (who are obviously the Good Guys in this scenario. Griddlebone can be in Cahoots, too). Give me my Pirate Cats back!

When the scene fades to bells, Gus is left alone, with the cats once again surrounding him, concerned. He is startled by the apparition, bows once again to what he sees, but others do not, and eventually slowly and sadly makes his way off the stage. It *is* sad. It's meant to be! It's why ALW brought in Sir John Mills to place Gus in 1998.

Squishing P&P together with Growltiger and giving to Gus instead of Munkustrap completely negates the entire point of Gus in the first place. Gus is old. His song is about his past glory days. Jellyorum sings for him because he can't. He is revered and loved and respected. Having him suddenly jump up and star in/direct a whole play and then bow off the stage with flowers makes absolutely NO sense. It cheapens the pathos.

🐾 How did you 'discover' Cats?

So I was taken to see Cats as a child like every single child in the 80s. I have vivid memories of them climbing all over the theater and thinking that was amazing - but I hated the makeup. I thought they didn't look like cats at all, and humans-pretending-to-be- cats was a pet peeve of mine (I still have issues with the "Cowardly Lion" in The Wizard of Oz. Of course I was familiar with the main songs, but never saw the musical again.

UNTIL went looking for video of the actual stageplay after making myself watch the movie. Weirdly, I'd never been ware of 98 before. The first scene I watched in full was Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer. And that's when I realized that "Cats" was about dance - the choreography was incredible - and I was hooked! And then I watched "Old Deuteronomy" and the music was so beautiful and I just fell in love with the whole musical. I've now actually circled the globe just to see it and my love for it has only grown.

@millenari I am tickled and stunned that my answering 10 month old asks a few days ago would lead to this flood of everyone reblogging your awesome ask game! Thanks so much for creating it! ❤️

@rabnerd28 thank for the wonderful asks!

[eldritch-queern-magicat]

Honestly? I still have a lot of shitty behavior to unpack as a whole. I'm still not as decent as I want to be. I am not stable. I have no idea when I will be, either. I get scared, and it doesn't matter what part of myself is in control. I go on the defensive in the same way a crab does.

It makes me wonder when I'll ever be free of these awful trauma responses. How many more times are mornings going to be a roll of the dice with all of me? And I'm anything but integrated with my fragments and shards. I latched onto cold and often bitter characters, since that's what I'd become in the first place. I'm just bad at being aloof and a so-called 'lone wolf' type of person. Very, very bad at it.

And then I look like a complete asshole by the time the cycle becomes visible. Because really, what hurts more? Being alone? Or stabbed in the back when you show any softness, over and over again? Which one is worse? They're both terrible things. So I can't maintain either one for any real length of time.

It's hard to let anyone get too close. I end up hurting the people I actually care about over and over again. Then I withdraw and try to run away like a coward. It's a cycle that I haven't escaped entirely. I'm deathly afraid of reaching out to ask for help saving me from myself. I know damn fucking well I can't do this alone, but so many times, there was no one around to protect me.

In terms of getting better, it helps me personally to go into astrology as a spiritual thing. My chart is a whole fucking thing and so strange to look at because it makes a really weird kind of sense to me. Libra Sun and Mercury; Capricorn Moon, Neptune, and Uranus; Scorpio Venus and Pluto; Cancer Mars; Virgo Jupiter; Aquarius Saturn; Aries Rising.

It's also fun to look at the dwarf planets and such found in more modern times. Especially Eris, so far out there in orbit, which disrupted the whole classification system we once used. Also in Aries. As well as the four major bodies in the Asteroid belt: Ceres (Capricorn), Pallas (Sagittarius), Juno (Cancer), and Vesta (Scorpio). I don't really care if most astrologers don't do anything with them or not. I've found my own meaning in it.

People are living contradictions. For some of us, astrology is part of how we make sense of it. And making sense of things is always the first step in healing. The hard part is still putting the changes into practice consistently.

-Lilu 🫐😺

[morgana-ren]

General facts! 😺

All of this is quick. Think of it as a theology scholar in 'wizard school' asking a teenager in Toril for their quick analysis of the Dead Three in the beginning of class to get a general understanding of them. I do this so I don't fucking go absolutely wild and just ramble for hours.

Bane stands as the God of tyrannical oppression, hate, and terror. That is his current dominion. All of the Gods, in a way, are given a folio of shit they get to rule over, and that is his. Quickly put, it was Ao's way of keeping 'order' amongst the gods. Everyone gets a slice. However, if Bane had his way, he would be the God. The only one in all of Faerun. Predictable, given the name.

He was not initially a God. Like many of the current Gods of Faerun, he was once mortal and had an apotheosis by a trial of sorts. He was once a man with sheer fucking determination. So much of it that he and two others, joined by their dogged ambition, took on a goddamned God to have it-- Jergal.

Does the name 'Jergal' ring a bell? It might not. They are referenced in Baldur's Gate 3 in that ancient sea-side temple you run across in the beginning. So ancient that even your companions, given a highish religion check, will reference that they didn't believe that anyone worshiped them anymore. Ancient ancient.

Jergal is the Scribe of the Dead-- or was. Jergal grew tired of Godhood. It wore on him. So tired, in fact, that he allowed the 'Dead Three' to 'trick' him into giving up his godhood. However, shit went awry and those same three rascals had to duke it out over a fucking game of knucklebones over who got what when it came to their new dominions and they had to split Jergal's godliness amongst themselves.

Naturally, Bane won this game and was the first to choose, and his chosen folio was 'strife.' He thought 'Man, that sounds great. I could take over everything with that!'. (Dictated, not read.)

The other aforementioned two that he adventured with towards Godhood are who we know now as Bhaal and Myrkul-- the losers. They also chose dominions they thought they could exploit to become the 'ultimate' ruler.

This is part of why Bane feels fucking cheated. That entire dominion should have been his by right. This is what he feels, hence his rivalry with the others.

Bane is not content with a piece. He wants everything. That is his true nature. He earned it. He beat a goddamned God and he fucking earned it.

That same line of thinking is found in his followers. People who clawed and ripped and tore open the jaws of reality with bloody fucking fingers and wrote their name in that blood on the scroll of history. People who earned it. People who earned their strength and used that strength to exercise their will over the word and puppet it to their whims. The strong. The smart. Those worthy of the name and title they tore from the scalp of lesser kings and now wear that crown upon their own heads.

Bane is, by all accounts, an evil God, but we know how I feel about the word evil. It's banal (lmao Bane.) He has little (if any) mercy for those who are failures, including his own followers. He respects those who are clever and strong and shape the world to their whims. If you can take it, it is yours. If you cannot, you have nothing. You are a slave to those who can take you.

However, he does have rules. A code. Things he respects and things he does not and will therefore punish his followers for. Things he expects from his followers. He backs off and will watch you like a distant father, allowing you your throne that you have earned when you please him (his will exempted, you will adhere to him) and you will suffer if you do not.

He is, in my opinion, the most intelligent of the Dead Three. He knows when to forge alliances and when to enforce his will with might. Sometimes accomplishing a goal means working with others. He is not so stubborn or foolish that he will pass a chance to achieve. He will, however, do everything within his substantial power to come out on top of this bargain. He plans. He calculates. He strategizes. He chooses carefully. He is, in a way, quite patient.

He will dominate other Gods. He has killed other Gods. He has been killed himself, actually. He planned for that. He rose again, just like the others, and now lives in a state of quasi-Godhood trying to claw his way back up.

He's a nuanced guy. Banites are seen as evil, but sometimes, things are better with them in control. Instead of a bureaucratic nightmare where nothing gets done, you have a ruler who is competent because they have been deemed worthy by a fuckin' God. Sometimes, when a Banite warlord takes over a province, the province ends up safer because they have a system of power. Rather than the spoiled, complacent nobility that was running the place before, they have an active ruler that deals with bandits, keeps the roads clean, keeps resources allocated, etc. They have someone who earned the power and knows how to wield it.

However, that isn't always the case. Sometimes, they really are just power hungry bastards for the sake of being power hungry bastards. It very much highly depends. Given the choice, you probably shouldn't put a Banite into power, but that being said, they don't often give you a choice.

He is lawful evil. There are crazy atrocities carried out in his name, but he's not like Bhaal who is just edgy 'death death murder blood waaaaaaghghgghaaa' type of God, you feel?

[blue-banditt]

IFS therapy session no. 2

(permission was given by part to talk about them)

Today I talked to a new part!! I'm gonna call her V (she has a name I just don't wanna share it 💀). She's my planner part, and I actually had a lot of fun this session talking to her??? Which is such a huge change from the last part I talked to lol. Also super easy to talk to her too, I think bc she's a protector & gatekeeper she didn't have OTHER protectors/gatekeepers trying to stop me from talking to her. Dialogue with her was super easy and came almost immediately when my therapist was asking questions about her. There were a few questions where she didn't have an answer which made her feel a little overwhelmed, but in Self I was able to reassure her that it's ok if she doesn't know something. :]

She was also SUPER respectful of my Self, as in,, when asked if she wanted to spend the rest of the day "with me" (as in, having open communication with Self even after therapy ended) she said she didn't want to because she didn't want to overwhelm me and she wanted to make sure I was able to get some rest today.

Her main job as of right now is to ensure that I am able to stay independent. part of her job is to protect the exiles that are scared to go back to my parents house, so she's working really diligently to make sure i have plans in place that ensure that they don't have to return to that environment. She herself is also scared of feeling stuck there, partly bc of her responsibility for said exiles, and her ultimate goal is to make sure I have a life doing work and hobbies that fulfill me. (We figured this out bc she showed me a memory of me being stuck inside during recess at school when I wasn't able to do my assignments out of fear of the vulnerability that creativity brings. If you think about this metaphorically,,, uh)

Apparently she originally was first needed when I was a child, in kindergarten, so she's been a pretty prominent part of me for p much my entire life. She said that she tends to get in the way of other parts' jobs, so I'm dreading having to deal with that self conflict in the future 😺

In Self I feel thankful for her. I'm relieved that she's there to bring some organization to the chaos in my life. During this session no other parts showed up, and I wasn't overwhelmed with any negative feelings about her. She was able to unblend from my body which, I just learned about today actually, but that helps to be able to talk to parts without the risk of them overwhelming you and taking you out of Self.

The things I do that gives her hope and helps her to do her job is setting boundaries with my parents and repairing my relationship with them. Even though it doesn't always work out (let's be real it rarely works out) she feels proud when we are able to put in that effort.

That's all I recall from this session. <3 she wanted me to write it down so I did lol