#It changed in a way i never expected but really enjoyed

[dabratzchronicles]

Tick

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond

You as Yourself

Summary: It's Terry birthday! While he is out with his homeboys, you decide to send him a video you made, but what happens when the reaction you get is something you never expected?

Warnings: Nasty Shit, You are able to be picked up, dry humping, P IN V, size kink, established relationship, kind of possessiveness? you'll see why.

A/N: Yall, *fans myself* I love being a whore omg. I hope yll enjoy this as much as I did and as of rn? I need to change my panties

A/N2: be on the look out, I got some shit cooking up that'll make your coochie beat many miles a min!

A/N3: IMMA READ YALL SHIT TMR! I SEEN SOME SHIT IN THIS TAGGG HUNNYYYY and shoutout to the lady who inspired us to toss this man around 😏 love you megan! @megamindsecretlair

You stopped your recording and giggled, All that booty in the pants and it moves like water, Oh how jealous these other bitches should be. You edited the video to your liking and pondered for a second, who should be the first person to be blessed with such beauty within a video. 

Terry, Obviously!

If there’s anything that man wouldn’t do, is hype you up like like he is not a 6’4 lightskin with the body of a bodyguard, like guarding the president type shit. But what people don’t really understand is under all that tough man act, he is a big softie down under. A classic textbook example of a pitbull. All big and scary bark bark rawr rawr until you’re their favorite human and they won't leave you alone, you can’t count on each hand how many times Terry wanted you to be the big spoon, and he is your emergency contact. 

You scrolled and scrolled and searched for his name until you finally found it, your thumb hovering over the send button. 

A part of you didn’t want to send him the video, you thought you were feral but that man? Puts your thoughts to shame, for the most part. 

But gee that man loves your body, love each curve that sat, the cellulite he would trace when you two watched something on tubi, your face that he would cup every now and then and you would melt each time, getting lost in his ocean eyes as he would get lost studying your features, as if you were his Mona Lisa, his prized possession, painted and crafted so perfectly, That nigga Leo Da Vinichi aint got shit on you.

You mustered all your strength to press the send button, the loading bar at the top made your stomach flip and turn like the Gymnastic Olympics. These lil fuckers are giving it all its might. 

Your phone buzzed with a sound, You knew it was Terry but it still scared the dog shit outta you, it also didn’t help that you are high. 

Looking down to see what he said, you felt a sigh of relief, it was only a notification that he loved the video. But an eerie feeling came behind that, it's no way he would just love a video. A video like that? He’d be telling you that he would be seeing you very soon and you would be covering your face giggling with excitement as he would stop everything and come home.

He didn’t do that tho, weird.

You brushed it off, He is with his homeboys enjoying his birthday, you already gave him his gift of flowers and a teddy bear that had a cute little MCMAP shirt on it along with a poem of how much you loved him, you agreed on the no sex part until after he got home because he wanted to, he would be home possibly trying to trap you in the house for the summer, and you promised this summer was gonna be one for the fuckin books! 

You stretched your legs out, and your knees were fuckin killing you like Terry gave you one free ticket to pound town too rough. But you felt sexy! That damn SiR and TeaMarr know how to throw down onna song. But fuck that shit. It's time to enjoy your time without Terry for once. 

You walked with a twist around the house, bouncing like a lady on the moon to the beat of the song, the sensuality flowing happily in the air as the airwaves of Say Yes by Floetry carried you lovely. 

In the midst of getting lost in the song. A thought flew into your head, Where the fuck is Terry and that was the million-dollar question for right now, it's been an hour since you last sent the video and he just loved it after that? Silence. Did his homeboys see the video? Did he not like it? That’s silly, you know he loved it, but why love it? Were You thinking too hard on this and need to enjoy your night? 

The answer is yes. He knows where home is. 

Your cute pink headphones sat highly above your head, the right side is being a fucking bitch right now. You adjusted it so it could sit better, covering your ear fully. Better.

You walked away from the kitchen and autopiloted to the living room to see what you could watch on Netflix, they added a ton of shit on there, you just might watch that movie about the ex-military getting done dirty and getting his biggest getback, taking down the whole damn station. What was that fuckin movie called? 

You didn’t even take 3 full steps before you got swept off your feet, but not scared because you knew it was Terry. Who did you know that can pick up all that good woman?! Not a naan fuckin soul!

Terry took his hands and raised you from under your armpits, you jumped a bit to wrap your arms around his neck, his cologne swallowing your nose whole, inhaling every ounce of it. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he corrected his arms from your pits to your waist, his lips then began to tackle your neck, tickling your every so often. “Hey, Mufasa.” You giggled, “I can’t hear! My Headphones.” 

Terry lifts his head and tilts it back, His nostrils flared as air blows at you, sending you into a giggle fit. Looking at you still, He mouthed ‘Take them off’ to which you then protested that your shit was on! You couldn’t take them off and at least let the song finish. He reached into your pocket to slide your phone out, a few swipes, the music switched to the surround sound in the living room. That Meanie!

You yanked your headphones off in a fit, tossing them on the couch. His smile grew wide, “Hey Big Mama. I seen what you sent.” 

“And I seen what you did, you loved it.” You sassed, “You're supposed to hype me up!” 

“You hyped something else up.” He said, his head snuggled in the crook of your neck. Biting your flesh softly in new spots. 

“Oh, you slut!” You teased, “I’m high and wanted to watch Netflix.” 

He cocked his head back. “Girl, you are my woman.” He said, walking away with you firmly secure in his grasp. “And that Netflix shit dead. I need my dance and I need it now.” 

You both laughed goofyly as he walked you both into the room you two shared. He tapped you twice, a signal to unlock your legs. You swung your legs to prepare yourself for the carpet underneath. Terry unbuttoned his mustard-like shirt, exposing his chest and his abs, you brought your bottom lip to bite on it, squeezing your legs together to suppress the heartbeat in between your legs.

He tugged at your basketball shorts, looking you in your eyes with a smirk. “My first request is this? Need to be off.” 

“Wait! I got on granny panties! Can I at least switc-“ 

“Mamas, I don’t give a fuck about your Grandmother’s Underwear, See I'll make it better for you. I'll take my pants off.” 

Excuse you?! How does anything top granny panties? Unless it's tidy whities, what can possibly be more embarrassing than that?

Terry read you like a book, somehow seeing what you were saying in your head. He unbuckled his belt, making a ‘fwip’ sound at how quickly he took it off. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his pants hook. “I’ll let you do the honors.” 

With one hand, you unhooked his pants, swinging your other arm around to pulled them down to his ankles, to which, you busted out with laughter. This nigga got Freddy Kruger boxers on. You genuinely couldn’t contain yourself as you were hunched over holding your stomach, doing breathing techniques to get serious about this. You have to give a lap dance! Get it together! 

Terry stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side, shaking your phone in his hand, reminding you that he had it. “Now. May I please get this dance?” he asked, planting his butt in the armchair that sat beside the bed. “I don’t know, my pants is stuck, I need a biggg stronggg birthday boy to help me take them off.” You pestered him, grabbing your phone out of his hands to switch the audio output from the surround sound in the living room to the one in the room. His hands snaked into your shorts, covering each of your cheeks as he kneaded your ass like fresh dough, You moaned into the air as he worked his fingers into each kink and knot, your warmness expanding more throughout your body. 

You leaned forward a bit, lost in the massage you caught yourself, and your hand flew to his shoulder. “If you gonna take these bitches off just do it!” You pouted, almost sick of the massage but shit, when was the next time you were going to get one like this? 

“They already off, You just bullshittin’ with these navy blue undies.” What?

Your LaLa bubble popped and your head zapped down to see that he really took them off. Without you knowing… This man, He a sneaky lil critter. This is exactly what the fuck you get for getting with an MCMAP nigga.

You turned around to face away from him. “I have to pick a song! and It's Not gonna be the one you heard.” Terry groaned at your words but your lips ran silently as you talked to yourself, What would be the best song for right now? What makes you feel the most sexy, gives you the confidence to give Mr Handsome a dance he may never forget? Come on brain. You have to think of- Aha! Click!

That's Why I Love You by SiR ft Sabrina Claudio, gently rang out, tossing the phone on the bed, you mentally prepared yourself, Let the music swallow you whole, be engulfed by it, let it determine your night. 

You swayed your hip to one side, winding up your snaps until your hands reached the top of your head. Keeping the beat in your hips until the beat changes, you then move both hips, relaxing your muscles and letting Mary Jane drive the boat. Rolling your lower half like a belly dancer, tossing your hair to one side as you looked back at Terry, his eyes never leaving your ass, the hill in his boxers gave you a one-tier boost in your head.

You inched closer to him, bending forward a little, sitting directly on his bulge, you moaned with your mouth closed, using your lower half to spell the words: ‘I Love You’ Backwards and Forwards. 

“Fuck,” He groaned, The feeling of your pussy and his dick rubbing on each other and not going in was killing him. And you knew that shit, which is why you prolonged it. Like the sneaky little devil you are. 

You lifted yourself and slammed down gently, not too hard as to it would kill the mood, but just enough force to take him by surprise. You dipped your body down, gripping his ankles, you twerked on him, imitating the video, Life imitates art they say, Ain't no art better than the real thing.

He placed both of his hands on your hips, keeping you steady and pausing your movements, Rude. You felt him rub his print up and down your sopping clothed lips. 

“Stay like this, please.” He moaned, his whimpers powered you but you didn’t dare to disobey. You let him hump you, using your body any way he wanted to use it. That’s Why You Loved Him, and all his nastiness. 

Terry went into a twitching fit, his moans grew louder, the curses under his breath spat out quickly, his grip tightening on your hips, a thought snuck in your head and it might get you fucked up. 

You threw your left leg over the arm of the armchair, twerking slowly on him until you felt the warmth of his cum shooting out but not going anywhere. “That’s It.” You dragged your words, a long guttural moan came from him afterward. “That’s my gooddd boy.” 

Terry laughed from behind you. You let go of his ankles to raise your body, moving your hair out of the way. Terry grinned, lifting his hand towards your neck. “I bet not— ever Find out you giving a nother nigga this kinda dance. Not even yo homegirls can get it, This shit for me and me only.” 

“You territorial ass nigga.” you joked, his hand guiding your head to his, “I mean it,” His breath tickled your lips. “I need all this to me. Or else Big Mama ain't gone be able to walk.” 

“Im tryna have that happen now-” You didn’t even get to finish the sentence, a squeal finished it for you as he picked up again, tossing you on the bed, the pillows and the unmade bed cushioned your landing. You flipped around to a pleasant surprise. Terry and his Mini Him standing and dancing. “At ease.” you poked fun at him. “I have to take off my stuff as well.” 

“I can always rip em.” He said

“If you rip these, you're buying me new ones.” 

“Well,” He thought for a second, only for a second though, his arms shot out as he tore the fabric like it was nothing. What monster did you create tonight? All you did was send a video. “I always wanted to buy you lingerie, Think of it as a head start.”

Lewd sounds escaped from your mouth as you watched him toss your now-torn undies into the trash. That shit was kinda hot, almost made you want to wear them before getting cracked to get the same results. 

He climbed on the bed resting his back on the black headboard, gripping his dick with a sneer, giving it a few strokes, teasing you with it right in front of your face. 

You smiled at Terry, the sight was too beautiful to fuck up, but way too beautiful to not get a piece of. You crawled to him with your ass wiggling in the air like a cat, as you got closer to him, the Mahogany scent grew stronger, the beast inside you getting more eager to finally be let out.

You reached him, placing kisses on his collarbone all the way up to his ear where you whispered, “Want me to recreate the video?” Taking over his hand, jerking him off with your thumb circling his tip. 

He breathed out a quick yes before his head dropped down, resisting the urge to cum all over your hands, your soft hands gripping his dick had him singing sweet faint moans. You rested your other hand on the headboard, pointing his dick upwards, letting go of it to lick your hand, fuck, You miss the way he tasted, You can see why he gets such pleasure sucking on his fingers after eating you out. 

You align yourself with him, his tip brushes against your clit, your body twitches in response. You sat on it halfway, you both gasping cutely. “Fuck,” you underestimated how much you could take, his dick already made itself comfortable, filling you up deliciously. 

“Come on Big Mama.” He groaned, noticing that you have already hit your limit of dick. “I know you can take more than that.” 

“But you’re too big.” You dragged out your words.

“Oh, Come on,” he started to tease you as he slightly pushed you down on him, making you gasp a little bit.

“You know you can take all of it, what was all that shit you was doing in that video?” you looked down at him as you locked eyes, then quickened your pace. “There she is, There’s my princess.” He groaned and grunted at you squeezing him. “Taking all this dick, I wish you knew how pretty you looked taking all of me.” You smiled at him, gaining enough confidence to bounce on him, making your ass clap with each collision you made with his body. 

He moaned so beautifully that had you clenching around him, grabbing his hand to place it around your throat, he already knew what to do as he gripped your throat not applying too much pressure, but just enough to still feel pleasurable. 

“Shit,” He whines, his eyes squeezed shut, you held on to his arm as you slowed down your pace, taking your time with it but it was killing you. And it was killing him too. 

“Why are you fuckin me like this? Fuck this pussy so good.” 

“Because you deserve it, birthday boy. I love you, baby.” You said, planting kisses on his sweaty head and face, smiling at the putty of a man you made. 

“I love you too, And I’m sorry.” 

You didn’t get to question him, his arm wrapped around you as he pounded you from underneath, taking you by surprise. Terry pounded you senselessly, creating waves with each smack that landed on your asscheeks, it was too much too bare. 

“Oh fuck, Im bout to cum!” You announced, fucking him back as your body began to shake vigorously, thanking god you didnt have nails on or it would be guaranteed that it would be four little indents on one side and one on the other. 

Moans filled up the room as the squelching was drowned out by your screaming. You black out momentarily, collapsing on Terry’s body, his shoulder becomes your headrest as your body halts production. 

When you came to, all you saw was braids, his braids, Earth to you, Gather the strength and get up hoe! 

“Happy Birthday, Pretty Eyes.” 

“Thank You, But I’m not done yet.” he breathed, wrapping his other arm around you as he picked you up, still inside you, he bounced to the bathroom. “I need to clean off after round 2!” 

You snickered at him, squirming under his grasp. Who knows what would happen in the shower? All you knew? You truly weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. 

Not even to buy new panties to replace the ones he ripped like an animal. 

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[carnalcrows]

PROJECT WOES - CHEONGSAN

pairing: lee cheong-san x reader

synopsis: The two of you fight. A lot. Neither of you really know why thought. What happens when the both of you get partnered up for a project?

content warnings: They just make out lol, everything is pretty tame here.

word count: 0.6k

Cheongsan had never hated a school project more in his life.

And that was saying something.

There were a lot of things he could tolerate. Long nights cramming for exams? Fine. Dodging Gwi-nam’s bullshit every day? Manageable. But this? This?

This was hell.

"You can stop glaring now," you said, not even looking up from your phone.

He scoffed, dropping his bag onto your desk with more force than necessary. "I’m not the problem here."

You snorted. "Yeah? Then why do you look constipated?"

He exhaled sharply, biting back a very colourful response. "Because I’d rather be doing anything else right now."

"Wow. Your flirting skills are amazing."

He shot you a glare, but you just grinned, clearly enjoying his suffering.

The worst part?

No one—not even he—knew why the hell you two were like this.

You didn’t hate each other. You weren’t enemies. Hell, you were even chill with his friends.

But with him?

For some reason, every conversation turned into a verbal sparring match. Every single time.

And now, thanks to this godforsaken history project, he was stuck in your room for the next two hours, listening to you be insufferable.

"Alright, let’s get this over with." You slid your laptop in front of him. "You write, I research."

Cheongsan frowned. "Why do I have to write?"

"Because your handwriting looks like an AI-generated font."

"And you think I’m constipated? Damn, you are flirting."

"Cheongsan, please. I have standards."

He gawked at you, absolutely seething. "You—"

"Oi, brats!" Your older sister’s voice rang through the hallway. "If you break anything, you’re both dead!"

"We’re fine!" you called back. Then, turning back to Cheongsan, you smirked. "You might not be, though."

Cheongsan grumbled under his breath and cracked his knuckles, forcing himself to focus. "Let’s just start."

For a while, it was fine.

Mostly.

You still annoyed him every five minutes. He still snarked back. But the work was getting done.

And then?

It happened.

To this day, Cheongsan still wouldn’t know what exactly changed.

Maybe it was the way you leaned over his shoulder, way too close as you pointed at something on his laptop screen.

Maybe it was the way your breath fanned against his ear, the scent of your shampoo way too distracting.

Maybe it was the way he turned his head just as you looked up—only for your faces to be inches apart, the heat between you shifting from hostile to something... completely different.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you spoke.

The room felt way too quiet.

And then—

Your lips were on his.

Cheongsan barely had time to process before his body reacted—grabbing onto you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss before he could even think about what he was doing.

And god, it was good.

He should’ve expected you to be a tease, but the way you nipped at his bottom lip, the way you tilted your head just right—it was unfair.

His grip tightened on your waist, fingers digging in, and you hummed against his mouth, a low, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

His brain was screaming at him, but he did not care.

Not when you pushed him back against your desk, not when your hands slid under his hoodie, not when you—

"WHAT THE FUCK."

Cheongsan jerked away so fast he almost fell over.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Goddamn it."

Your sister stood in the doorway, horrified. "In my house? In my presence?!"

"Technically, it’s my house too," you muttered.

"Not the point!"

Cheongsan was mortified.

Your sister pointed an accusatory finger at the two of you. "You owe me therapy. Both of you."

Then, with a dramatic shudder, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Silence.

Then—

You snorted.

And then Cheongsan snorted.

And then the both of you were wheezing, half-doubled over in laughter, because what the hell just happened?

"I hate you," Cheongsan wheezed, shaking his head.

You grinned, smug as ever. "Yeah?" You leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear. "You kiss me like you don’t."

His face burned. "Shut up."

But when you kissed him again, he didn’t exactly stop you.

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[tojislovergirl]

gojo x metalhead!reader

satoru had always done is best to support you and your interests. however, he was admittedly a bit scared. he had never done anything like this before. a couple weeks ago, you had approached him and asked if he wanted to go to a concert with you. of course, he agreed without fully knowing what he got himself into.

“so what band are we going to see?” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. “bad omens, they are my favorite,” you reply with a smile. your smile calmed him a bit. he knew you were into heavier music as he had listened to some of it with you. but, he had never once thought about going to a metal concert. he smiled back, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. he pressed his lips against yours softly. the cold metal of your piercings giving him a strange sense of comfort.

“you seem nervous,” you said, looking up at the tall white-haired man. satoru was good at hiding his emotions from one but not you. you were the only person who could read him like a book. “me? nervous? never,” he scoffed playfully. “you’re such a bad liar. you don’t have to go, toru,” you replied.

“of course i want to go,” he said, “i guess i’m a little nervous i’ll stick out a lot…not really sure what to expect.” you gave him a reassuring smile before wrapping your arms around his neck. “you have nothing to worry about, toru. we can stick to the wall away from the mosh pit. that way we can just enjoy the music,” you reassured him, “as for sticking out, i’ll give you one of my band tees to wear.”

satoru nodded and followed you to your bedroom, so he could change. he put on one of your oversized black band shirts before looking at himself in the mirror. he was used to looking so casual, but he didn’t completely hate the look. “so what do we think?” he asked. you turn to look at your boyfriend, who is now wearing all black. “oh you look so cute!” you squealed.

you and satoru walked into the venue hand in hand. he looked around still unsure of how to feel. you squeezed his hand to reassure him that everything you be fine. he followed you as you pushed your way through the crowd until you found a place that didn’t have quite as many people but still had a good view of the stage.

soon, the lights went dark. everyone in the crowd including yourself let out excited screams as the band took the stage. they opened with one of their heavier songs, leading to a mosh pit opening up almost immediately. satoru looked at the group of people running into each other with smiles on their faces. he was a bit confused by the concept. however, he did make sure to stand between you and the pit just in case the pushing got too aggressive. he looked back at you to see you jumping around and screaming your lungs out. in all the time you had been dating, he can only recall you looking this carefree and happy a handful of times. it’s almost like you were in your natural habitat, which made satoru relax.

after a few songs, satoru became more acclimated to his new environment. it also helped that the band had played the few songs he had listened to with you. “i know this one,” he yelled excitedly, bouncing up and down. you smiled and cheered with him. he sang along with you, excited to finally know one of their songs. you looked at your once tense boyfriend finally relax and live in the moment.

as the band started another one of their heavy songs, satoru couldn’t help but feel drawn to the pit. “i think i want to join the mosh pit,” he said, leaning down so you could hear him. you looked at him in utter shock before the widest smile broke out on your face. “you should!” you encouraged. he smiled widely before heading towards the middle of the crowd. you followed close behind him, pulling out your phone to capture this moment. right as satoru had joined the pit, the lead singer of the band commanded the pit to get moving. you watched from the edge of the pit as satoru pushed up on people shoving them and of course helping those who fell over. needless to say, you felt proud of your boyfriend for trying something he would typically never do.

as the concert came to an end, satoru ran back to you with a big smile on his face. his hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead. his cheeks were red. his breath was labored, but you could tell he just had the time of his life. “that was so much fun!” he exclaimed. you giggled at your boyfriend, who was going on about how much he enjoyed the concert. “i’m so glad you enjoyed yourself. thank you for going with me,” you said, leaning your head against his arm as you walked back to the car. he placed a kiss on the top of your head before opening the car door for you. “of course, baby. i want to go to another one soon,” he gleamed. it warmed your heart knowing that satoru had given another one of your interests a shot. it meant more knowing that you would be able to share more of these memories with him.

“you think i should dye my hair black?” he blurted out. you let out a surprised laugh before placing your hand on his. “satoru baby i say this with all the love in my heart but hell no. i love your white hair too much,” you giggled. he pouted just wanting to look more like the metalhead he was slowly becoming.

a/n: not so shameless plug for bad omens because they really are my favs forever, but they can be subbed for your favs! i thought this was a silly but cute idea as a metalhead myself :P not proofread

[throatgoat4u]

ice breakers

word count: 1.2k

summary: mrs simpson makes you play an ice breaker to get to know your tablemate!

warnings: nothing besides chris being a major asshole

a/n: ngl… i made this the second after i posted late on the first day but like…. idk why i never posted this. im posting this for @oopsiedaisydeer since i’ve been disappointing her with the lack of my posting 😔. hope yall enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

you looked back up at the seating chart, then at chris’s face, before letting out a long, heavy sigh. you could just ask mrs. simpson to move you—especially since you were her favorite student—but you really, really liked your seat, and the other tables were more crowded. so, begrudgingly, you made your way to the back.

you dropped your backpack next to your stool and took a seat, stiff and unsure. what were you supposed to do? what if he said hi or—who were you kidding? why would the christopher sturniolo say hi to you? he was one of those guys who seemed untouchable, like a character from a movie. you’d spent so long admiring him from afar that it felt strange to be this close, like you were intruding on his world.

as you stole a glance at him, you took in his perfectly messy hair that looked like it fell that way naturally (though you were pretty sure he spent at least ten minutes perfecting it every morning). his clothes were annoyingly stylish, that casual-but-expensive look that only someone like him could pull off. he was leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, fingers tapping lazily on his phone screen. he didn’t even look up when you sat down.

you swallowed hard, turning to the front just as mrs. simpson walked in, flashing you a smile and a wink. what was that supposed to mean? did she place you here on purpose?

“welcome back, everyone,” she began, her voice all bubbly and energetic. “i can’t wait to start the year and get to know some of you while reconnecting with some familiar faces. let’s kick things off with a little table group activity. it has nothing to do with art, it’s just to get to know each other. this is important because if you know me, you know i don’t allow seat changes until the last few months when i let everyone pick their seats. so, it would be smart to get to know your tablemates. there’s a set of questions on each table—use them to break the ice. i’ll give you all 20 to 30 minutes. enjoy, and welcome back!”

your heart sank. no, she couldn’t be serious. you actually had to talk? and not just to anyone—but to him? chris looked up from his phone, his eyes flicking to the paper in the middle of the table before landing on you. his expression was unreadable as he reached for the question sheet.

“you know, i didn’t expect to be stuck with the lonely girl all year,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

you froze. what? you always thought he didn’t even know you existed, but apparently, he did—and not for anything good. it didn’t hurt as much as it should have, though. you were used to being seen as the quiet, lonely girl with her head buried in a sketchbook. still, his words stung, slicing through the thin layer of confidence you’d built up over the summer.

you forced yourself to look at him, your mouth opening to say something, but no words came out. chris was already reading through the questions, his brows furrowing in annoyance. “this is stupid,” he muttered before tossing the paper on the table. “let’s just get this over with.”

you nodded, eyes dropping to your lap. the room buzzed with chatter, other tables laughing and talking like this was the easiest thing in the world. you wished you could be like them—effortlessly social, blending in instead of sticking out like a sore thumb.

chris sighed, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “first question. what’s your name?”

“uh… i-it’s dotty,” you mumbled, picking at your jeans, avoiding his gaze.

he looked at you for a moment, his head tilting slightly. “dotty? like… dot?”

“uh… yeah, kind of…”

he let out a short laugh, leaning back in his chair. “weird name. anyways, next question—favorite color.”

“i like them all. i don’t really have a preference. each color… it, uh, serves a purpose.”

“that’s the dumbest answer i’ve ever heard,” he said, rolling his eyes. “who the hell doesn’t have a favorite color?”

your fingers tightened around the hem of your shirt. you could feel the familiar sting of embarrassment building in your chest, the kind that made you want to disappear.

he looked at you, expecting a better answer, but when he realized that you had been serious, he shook his head and moved on. “do you have any pets?”

you shook your head, and he sighed, clearly bored. “any siblings?”

“uh, yeah. i have a little brother. he’s four.”

“he’s four?” chris looked at you like you’d just said something ridiculous.

“uh, yeah, my parents waited a while before they had another kid.”

“weird. anyway, got any hobbies?”

you nodded, and he raised an eyebrow. “you know you’re supposed to say what they are, right?”

“o-oh, yeah… uh, i like to draw and paint and stuff.”

“lonely and an art loser. pathetic,” he muttered under his breath, probably thinking you didn’t hear him—but you did. is it bad that comments like that don’t even hurt anymore? “whatever. favorite tv shows or movies?”

“um… my favorite movie is call me by your name and my favorite show is gilmore girls.”

“i’m gonna pretend i know what that movie is. favorite food?”

“pasta.”

his eyebrow raised, a flicker of interest crossing his face. “finally, something we have in common.”

“o-oh, you like pasta too?” you asked, a tiny spark of hope in your voice.

he looked up from the paper, scoffing. “no, i just said that for shits and giggles. what a stupid question.”

“r-right… sorry,” you mumbled, your cheeks heating up as you looked away. there was no way this was the guy you’d obsessed over for three years straight. no way this was the guy who filled pages of your sketchbook. no way this was the guy you fantasized about, hoping he’d notice you one day. this guy was a fucking dickhead.

chris rolled his eyes, shoving the paper toward you. “you’re boring as hell. ask me the questions. i’m sure i’ll be way more interesting.”

you took the paper, nodding as you read the first question aloud, “what’s your name?”

his face deadpanned, eyes narrowing. “skip.”

“uh… excuse me?”

“i said skip. what, are you deaf?”

“n-no, i heard you… it’s just… why skip?”

“everyone knows my name, dotty,” he said, spitting out your name like it was an insult. “i’m not like you. people actually know me.”

“oh… right. sorry.”

you continued asking the questions, and he answered each one with an air of superiority that made you want to shrink into your seat. by the end of it, you knew exactly one thing about christopher sturniolo: he was an arrogant, conceited asshole who thought the world revolved around him.

when the activity was finally over, you couldn’t help but feel more relieved than you ever have. this was going to be a long year

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[spidercatweb]

Bookmark ★ Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: none really! fluffy fluffy fluff!! fem! librarian!reader, one single use of y/n, mention of being starving (when r gets home from work, she eats but it doesn't say what), use of song lyrics, this is so cute i fear... Spencer texting too formally is canon to me.

Description: r finds a note left in a book for her by Spencer <3

Read part 1 of my librarian!reader series here!

Word Count: 628

A/n: this one is was not peer reviewed so apologies if it's not great 😬 but I quite enjoy it :3

All sorts of bookmarks were left in books by all types of people. Some taken from your own library, decorated with a variety of different art from book covers. Some with famous quotes. Plenty were handmade, though. Pieces of paper cut into perfect bookmark size, with messy colorful scribbles, hidden away in children's books. Grocery receipts. Even torn scraps of paper or half-done homework sheets.

You'd seen pretty much every possible bookmark. You even kept a collection in a box at the front desk. But you'd never seen anything like the one you'd just found. In a book returned by none other than Dr. Spencer Reid, who you'd just recently started going out with. Just a few dates, nothing too serious so far.

A unique looking doodle of a girl that looks a lot like you. Beside it, a few words —lyrics?— scrawled in a squiggly font that matched the art style perfectly.

"If I wasn't shy

I'd ask you, if you don't mind,

To kiss you a hundred times

If I wasn't shy"

The little note is terribly cute. A smile crosses your face. Is this me? Did Spencer leave this just for me? Did he really write that?

After folding the paper carefully, you slip it into your skirt pocket. This one is special. I'll take it home.

That night, you slide off your shoes just inside your front door. You place your work bag on a hook above the shoe rack. Heading to your room, you take the paper out of your pocket. You unfold it. A warm feeling flutters in your chest as you admire the drawing once again.

It was silly to be this giddy over such a simple little thing. What if it wasn't even Spencer who left it there for you? Was it even for you? You could just ask him. You do have his number.

Maybe you'll text him after you've changed out of your work clothes and eaten a proper meal. Food. Food sounds nice. You place the paper into a small box in your closet for safekeeping.

Feeling much cleaner, and much less starving, you lounge on your bed. Cozy, warm, and soft. You could fall asleep in a heartbeat. Or could you?

The image of the drawing fades into your mind as you close your eyes. You grin just thinking about it. Maybe you should ask him about it before it completely takes over your brain.

Blinking your eyes to feel more awake, you grab your phone from your nightstand. Sleepily standing up, you head to your closet. Opening up the small box and taking the paper into your other hand, you snap a picture of it.

After a few minutes of anxious contemplation, you muster up the courage to send Spencer the photo. Along with a single question mark.

You didn't expect him to reply so quickly. You assumed he would be out on a case.

"You found it! :-)"

You smile and reply just as quickly.

"You left it for me? It's adorable, by the way <3"

"I was worried you wouldn't find it."

"And yes, I left it just for you."

"Awwwww, that's so sweet of you, thank you, Spencer."

"You're welcome, Y/n.”

"I also made sure to use a pen that I was sure wouldn't transfer onto the pages of the book, if you were worried about that."

"You're so lovely :("

"So are you."

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on another date this Friday? If I'm not away on a case that is. If so, then maybe when I get back?"

"Of course, I'd love to. Just tell me the time and place, and I'll be there."

“And I might just take you up on that kiss offer :)”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

Thank you for reading! <3

Feedback is very much appreciated!!

My requests are open <3

Song that the quote is from ⤵️

[julietasgf]

SOTR — MY THOUGHTS

I finally finished SOTR and I wanted to give some opinions. I already warn I didn't like it much (and I'm going to explain why), but I didn't hate it. just... meh. this is probably the first and last time I'm going to talk in deep about it besides making one face study or other :) as always, this is just my opinion and pls remember to respect each other's opinions! if you enjoyed the book, good for you! and if you didn't read it yet, read the book to have your own opinions on it!

I want to be fair and start with what I liked in this book:

wyatt and maysilee are great characters! wyatt honestly became my favorite in this book lol (love my little neurodivergent guy) and maysilee was written so funny! to me they honestly carried the book, I was so entertained by them

burdock and asterid 💖 they were so cute, and mind you, I was never invested in everlark or interested in katniss' parents

the little cameo of tam amber and clerk carmine raising a girl was adorable! clerk carmine in general was lovely ngl

beetee's plotline was amazing, despite heartbreaking, and I deeply enjoyed how it was written

wiress' games were SO interesting??? maybe it's me focusing on such a minor detail but I loved it

the whole plot of louella and lou lou was disturbing, maybe the most disturbing I've seen in the whole franchise, and it really struck out to me as a horror element

I understand and appreciate the attempt of trying to pass a political message for a younger audience, because let's be honest, this book was indeed written for a younger audience and there's nothing wrong with it! it's quite simplistic in the way it tries to pass it through, yes, but I recognize it was not written for me and that's okay

before going into what I disliked, I want to point out that I put the blame a bit on myself bc I had some expectations and it's natural to be disappointed when they don't happen (even if I tried a lot to NOT have expectations, I talked about this before in my blog). so read this with a grain of salt because I'm not a casual reader.

this book felt cheap. and when I say cheap, I mean that it doesn't bring new things at all. not thematically, not in worldbuilding aspects. I was already concerned when the book was announced and it was haymitch's pov because this meant it would be too much like the original thg book: a kid in D12 from the seam is reaped and goes through horrific events in the games. and in this case, it feels like a mix between THG and catching fire. and the thing is that I'm not completely against narrating the 2QQ, but there would be other ways to do it with other characters that didn't feel so overused tbh;

still on worldbuilding, it's so disappointing this book doesn't bring anything new to the table regarding panem or the districts' cultures, except for some interesting burial traditions in D12. it's confusing to me that the hunger games are still that undeveloped when it's just 25 years before katniss' games. it seems like such a short time for the efficiency of the capitol change so much. same for characters. I expected this book to have so many interesting characters (specially since we were going to have 48 tributes lol), but we have almost nothing except cameos, and the ones we have (like wyatt and maysilee) felt underused by the narrative;

I know a lot of people say that this book was a bridge between tbosas and og trilogy, but then the bridge was made out of really bad quality wood and it's about to fall at any minute. the connections felt forced and for some reason now half of D12 is covey or related to them (and I say this as someone who loves the covey). some of the connections established here make the og trilogy interactions seem a bit odd;

this book, to me, paints an idea of katniss being some sort of chosen one in thg that made me quite upset. and I don't say that for the covey relations, but oh! she actually reminds haymitch of louella, and oh! she was also the daughter of his best friend, and oh! haymitch also had a private talk about president snow not trusting in birds! the charm of katniss to me, at least, was that she was never a chosen one. she was the right person at the right time. she was a kid used as a tool. but anyway that's just me;

I know the cameos and fanservices are controversial because this book is very on the nose with it. and yeah, it's annoying, but not as annoying as the goddamned snowbaird fanservice on the sheer year of 2025. compared to the og trilogy, snow felt ooc. in tbosas it's justifiable because he's a kid, he's a teen, but here he's pushing 60. why is he telling things like this to a D12? why is he letting so many rebel discourse pass in front of his nose? in thg it felt justifiable that he wouldn't kill katniss because it would clearly turn her into a martyr, but in this, nothing really justifies why he didn't kill haymitch;

if I had the energy, I would do a whole post on lenore dove and why her character is deeply disappointing and honestly shallow (it's specially disappointing when her character is written by a woman, and still, she feels like the trope of the dead girlfriend that doesn't get depth and it's clearly there to haunt the boyfriend). there's an attempt to paint her as a strongly opiniated girl that really didn't work for me because we never get to know lenore dove outside of how haymitch talks about her. her personality felt like mixing sejanus and lucy gray, but without really caring about the nuances of both, and she's clearly an attempt to make lucy gray happen again but without what made her special;

the parallels between katniss and haymitch felt forced imo and it felt like SC was trying so so so hard all the time to convince us that actually he's just katniss but male version. and it's specially sad to me because haymitch, the main character of the whole book, was the most uninteresting one;

how do you make a book about propaganda and hume and doesn't approach career tributes at all? here, they feel exactly how they were in 74th hunger games. WHAT happened? how did they go from scared children trying to run from the arena in the 10th to this?

the writing didn't feel good. the dialogues were too expositive and didn't make sense for some adult characters (like beetee and plutarch) to talk in the way they did. I'm not going deep into this because I didn't read her other saga of books like TUC, but I have friends who pointed out exactly that this doesn't feel like how SC writes.

I want to finish this saying that I've seen some takes around saying that if you dislike or criticize this book, then it's because you didn't focus on the political message regarding propaganda and the characters were used as tools to get the message through. and I'm going to hold some people's hands and tell them to go read political books outside of the hunger games. a book's political message can be valid, but I'm not going to say it was well done or well written just because of it. after all, in the end, a book is still a book, and a book is a work that gets to be judged by its writing and structure.

this book felt like a movie script, and when I say it, I mean it was written structured like one. the way things happen, the amount of quick name drop, the chronology of events. and I say this because books and movies are different medias and are narrated in different ways. I'm going to say that I already thought it was a red flag that when the book was announced, the movie was already confirmed for 2026, but I didn't expect it to be so clear about being written for a movie. bc that's what this book is. it's a book written for lionsgate to produce a new hunger games movie. I've said it before, and I'm going to say it again: the feeling I had is that lionsgate wanted a new movie after tbosas being such a hit in 2024. but oh no! when the book came out, it was so badly received... SC, can you do a safer and much more comfortable for the audience book? one that they for sure will love. and here it is.

I didn't find it downright bad, it's enjoyable at times (the first two chapters were genuinely good imo), but it's at best 2.5 to me. it doesn't work as a standalone work, it doesn't work as part of a trilogy. this may be an unpopular opinion, but I feel like it's being so praised rn bc ppl are still hyped with it coming out (like when you eat too much sugar, yk what I mean?) and it has a lot of cameos and familiar faces. but, in some months, I def think some people will start to change their opinions once more debates rise up.

it's specially sad to me that the og saga proposed itself to criticize the death of children and the issues of entertainment industry, and people spent years saying there wouldn't be a haymitch book because it would go against the point of the trilogy, just then to... get another book about children dying in the most brutal ways (this one in specific is so much more brutal than the others, I have to say, specially with the amount of 12-13 yo tributes that appear).

suzanne collins always writes when she has something to say, but in this, she really only told us she had to pay her bills.

[flo-zoinks]

What do you think Jack’s favourite foods are?

Had to think a lil on this one

Map out he grew up with Pearson’s cooking, then his Mother’s. But we know both were infamously horrendous, (apparently), with Abigail’s being worse.

So, most of his life he was used to eating stew and cheaper food easily obtained for a farmer. However, in rdr2 he gives Arthur chocolate, if you do his task, but he’s only around 4(?) so it’s expected he was probably a chocolate fiend. (Deadass I still am)

We see he tried spaghetti once, and loved it, but possibly didn’t try it again for a long while. Spaghetti became apparently a ‘standard’ dish way later in the 1900s, in which Jack must’ve been around 50+, so it’s probably unlikely he remembered spaghettis taste clear enough for it to be his favourite food, assuming he never really ate it.

Jack is very clearly hung up on his past by 1914, as I’ve said in previous posts, with his constant references to his parents and attempt to reconnect to his past by continuing that outlaw lifestyle way past its real ‘existence’, feeling it was his only birth-calling. So perhaps, you could argue his favourite food would be stew similar to that of his Mother’s, finding comfort in the familiarity and lack of maturity he was allowed to have then. But he’s also very intelligent, so you could argue he knew his Mother’s stew was too shit to enjoy even as nostalgia. Yet, sometimes favourite foods aren’t about taste, but rather the feeling - that feeling of a happy life he could have at Beecher’s Hope.

In terms of taste wise, I don’t imagine Jack, having grown up around early 1900s USA, would’ve had much of a taste for foreign foods, such as sushi or paella. However, he might’ve liked Mexican food, as we can probably assume he has been to Mexico with it being unlocked in 1914 and having lines specifically for there. It would’ve been different from the foods he grew up with a lot, and had regularly in US bars (implied he doesn’t enjoy time at home and has very low self worth, so you could guess he spent a lot of time having US bar food, being the lazier way with lots of alcohol too). The change of Mexican food I think he would’ve enjoyed, as it seems like the only thing without any ties to past.

Who knows though??? Maybe he has a thing for Lidl bakery yum-yums😭

What do you think? I’m verbal diareah rn (I actually can’t spell diareah)

[livlovesskz]

Channie's Relationship alphabet!!

Warnings: Sm*t for some, fluff for some, mention of r*pe

Pairings: Bangchan x reader

Summary: an alphabet about what has and will happen if you were in a relationship with Channie!

A - Aftercare. Chan thinks and knows aftercare is important after a rough night. He'll massage your thighs, put you in a warm bath while he changes the sheets, have your favorite shirt of his ' randomly lying somewhere' so you'll wear it. ( He'd never admit that though ) He'd hold you close and giving you kisses until you fall asleep.

B - Bear hugs. Chan absolutely loves running up behind you and picking you up by the waist giving you big bear hugs. At first he was scared he was gonna drop you ( AGH SUCH A SWEETIE 😩 ) but you trusted him fully.

C - Cuddles. Oh. My. Gosh. Chan will cuddle you ANY chance he gets. In bed, aftercare, ( it's up there, man ) on the sofa, in his studio, in the shower, in the kitchen- ANYWHERE. It's really cute. He'll back off if you say that you're not enjoying it but pout the whole way.

D - D*ck play. He loves it when you're on your knees in front of him and sucking him dry. God, it makes him feel so so good.. He also loves it when you stroke or move your hand up and down, the faint fapping a reminder of who's doing this. He'll always return the favor even if he's really sensitive afterwards.

E - Everything about you. No seriously, EVERYTHING. Your laugh, your face, your lips, your eyes, your skin, your arms, your legs, your hair, your personality, your style. Everything. He loves everything inch of you and he'll kiss the parts you're insecure about to let you know he does.

F - Flower choosing. He loves getting you flowers for your birthday or Valentine's Day. He'll always make sure they'll last long and look perfect when you're given them. Some of them even lasted about 3 weeks, which is good for store bought flowers. Sometimes he'll go all out and get a big bouquet from a professional flower shop. He prefers doing that.

G - Getting you off in random places. You could literally be on a date with him and you could feel him playing with the sensitive part of your thigh. The part that always makes you whine. Or if you're out with another friend or at your parents. Did you ever take out that egg vibrator before leaving? Nooo..

H - Hormones. Chan loves taking care of you when you get all moody, giving you sweet kisses and cuddles, letting you cling to him. He thinks your little grumpy, pouty face is absolutely adorable..

I - I love you's. If he's on tour you'll send him a little ' I love you ❤️ ' every morning. You'll say it to him everyday before he goes to dance practice or even if you're just going out for milk and coming right back in 3 minutes. One day you forgot to charge your dead phone before you went to bed. You woke up to send Chan his text since he was on tour in Hong Kong. Chan woke up expecting the message he loved. It wasn't there. When you charged your phone- ' 124 missed calls from ' Channie ❤️ ' '

J - Jam packed places. Chan has always been slightly claustrophobic. But he always feels better if he has and excuse to press his body against you or even if he's standing there for a while slight grinding. You always love this too.

K - Knotting your stomach. He loves making sure you can cum. Every time. He loves hearing your soft gasps everytime he thrusts. He knows everytime that it's building up a tight knot in your stomach and he loves that he can make you feel that good.

L - Love bites. Hickeys. His best way to make you as his. Even during his public appearances, if you're with him, before he goes out, he leaves dark hickeys for everyone else to know how you belong to. You're his and only his.

M - Making out. He loves your soft, sweet lips and the way you grip his hair when he slides his tongue in. It's definitely his stress relief. He loves the taste of your mouth and how comfortably you two hold eachother while you're at it.

N - Nudes. He loves when you send him random nude photos of you in the mirror with the curtains closed. He has all of them saved on his gallery and you're almost 100% sure he has it as your profile on his Snapchat and Bubble.

O - Ovulating days. He knows your fertile days are easier to get you pregnant. You aren't so sure if you two want a kid yet, but he's been having baby fever ever since Felix had a little boy with his girlfriend.

P - Pregnancy. When he actually gets you pregnant, he's a BIG softie. He'll always kiss your stomach, feel or touch it, talk to it.. you knew he'd be the perfect dad everytime he did that. He built most of the nursery by hand and painted it. You two knew you were having a girl. ( Chan is a girl dad I will say NO MORE. ) He would get all excited when you go for appointments and always come with you. He held your hand all through your labor, stroking your hair. He let out a light laugh when you got to hold your little bundle of joy in your arms. ' You did it, Jaigya.. I'm so proud of you.. '

Q - Queen sized bed. You two definitely needed one. Chan would either take up his side, or sprawl out. He'd pout when he didn't like the dream he was having, and sometimes he would hold the blanket instead of you.. ' Ugh.. Babyy.. Hold mee.. ' he'd say thinking you were the blanket. You loved resting your head on his chest some night while he'd stroke his hair. Your man's got a bad sleep schedule so if you tell him to get out of bed, he'll curl up on the floor and sleep there. Way to go Chan..

R - Rape. He will take NONE of it. It happened to you once at a club when you were at a friend's party. Once Chan found out when one of your friends called him he was livid. He fought the guy until he couldn't stand while your friends helped you out, getting the zip on your dress and soothing you by holding you as you shook and sobbed loudly into their arms. Once Chan was done with the guy, he took you into his arms as you whispered an apology for not being able to stop it. ' It's not your fault, princess.. It's okay now.. ' he'd say while he stroked your hair. You were slightly drunk so he brought you to the car and brought you home.

S - Sex. His favorite thing ever. He'll do any position, as long as he can overstimulate you until you can barely walk. He usually goes rough but he has sweet praises coming from his mouth a lot. His good at oral. So good. He'd swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud and suck on it. He loves overstimulation. It's so hot to see you fall apart right in his arms. He always makes sure you're in his arms while you cum.

T - Time saving. He'll make sure, even if he has a busy schedule he will free up ANY spare minute or second he has for you. He wants to make sure that you know you're loved by him more than anyone else and it's as simple as freeing up time as a self produced group, leader, model and singer. It's a big thing to do when you've got schedules that are PACKED.

U - Umbrella. The day you two met in highschool, Chan gave you his umbrella because you had to walk and he was taken home in his parent's car. You still have that umbrella and Chan doesn't know it's his from 7 years ago.

V - Vibrator play. He loves using different kinda on you. He'll not stop until your legs are shaking and you've squirted maybe 4 times. He always licks off your juices instead of washing the toy.

W - Watermelon. You two had watermelon on your first date. And you still do every summer with your little girl, Iseul, always gets the juice on her face and giggles.

X - X-ray. You once broke your leg and Chan was there in the A&E waiting room with you the whole time while you two waited for a doctor. It wasn't that packed so you got out about 3-4 hours later, which is good for A&E. You had a knee brace on and he'd help you put your shoe or sock for that leg on or help you up. He had to get used to that you had to wear it to bed and could only wrap one leg around his leg which kinda made him sad but he understood it has to stay on.

Y - Your daughter. I already talked about Iseul slightly but he loves her to bits just like you. She has your hair his eyes and DEFINITELY has your attitude. She'll find is disgusting if she finds you two kissing or something.

Z - Zoo trip. Your daughter loves the zoo. Her first time she was there she ran around everywhere and you two had to chase her. Her favorite was the giraffe. You two enjoyed it as much as she did, looking at the animals. Chan would pick Iseul up and spin her around and she laughed. You took a lot of pictures of them that day and you still look back on them while Chan plays with your daughter.

( AHH THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS CUZ I'M LAZY 🙃 )

[starie-leo]

𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

I did one for Wonbin’s birthday so I had to do one for Eunseok too.

Small Note: He was on a Japanese fortune teller show where his chart was revealed (in placidius) and I calculated his rising sign using that but could only estimate his birth time. This reading will use that estimate instead and be in whole sign system.

Eunseok's chart for some reason felt hard to read for me. But anyways Eunseok felt nice to read. He has such calm and attractive energy even his chart reflects that. He's someone with a lot of depth underneath his warm persona. Overall he's a very private individual, I think, to the point where even the closest person to him may never get to know him fully either.

Leo Rising:

There’s no doubt that Eunseok loves to give a good performance after all that is how he leads his life. He may not always enjoy the spotlight but he needs to be appreciated, loved, recognized and adored for everything he does no matter how small it is. Indicator of big beautiful eyes & a bright smile. He’s creative, playful & exudes a warmth and comforting aura (confirmed by his members). This placement also gives one a royal, prince-like beauty. He’s got Aquarius on his 7H meaning that he can be detached in his relationships.

Chart Ruler in 8H:

His chart ruler being in 8H could indicate that he can be mysterious and intense. He's also pretty intuitive, introverted & secretive and values his alone time a lot. His life probably went through a lot of transformations & he had to make life-changing decisions while young, but he most likely dealt with everything the same way without changing much (based on rest of his chart). This is a good placement for producers.

Pisces Sun in 8H:

He’s a pisces sun like Wonbin so Eunseok also is very creative and has a very empathetic and sensitive nature. He has sun trine saturn, meaning he’s responsible, mature & very good at using his talents to achieve success. It also indicates that his personality doesn’t change very easily (combined with leo rising) since saturn shows slowness. He also has sun sextile moon, making him charming, considerate, and able to get along & connect to others well. This aspect adds to his creativity. Eunseok can be difficult to get to know since his sun is in the 8H making his personality a bit more hidden from the rest of the world. I think Wonbin also confirmed this once that we may think we know him but really we don't. He has strong charisma and can come off as mysterious & intense. This combination also creates an extremely generous and affectionate person. He's someone who has no issues giving their all to others and can have a hard time saying no to others.

Pisces Mercury in 8H:

Introverted & introspective placement. He’s very intelligent and thoughtful but has trouble expressing that clearly with words. Empathic & a very good listener. He’s able to understand others quickly & is good at using his intellect & skills to help others. His mercury square jupiter implies that he has a broad outlook on life and can quickly understand different topics and abstract concepts but he zones out and procrastinates a lot. Excellent intuition too. He's more observant & pays great attention to detail. He could also be curious about or interested in deeper philosophical stuff and also topics related to death.

Capricorn Moon in 6H:

He's emotionally resilient, mature & very good at analyzing emotions in a logical way. Level-headed & very in control of his emotions so not as expressive & reactive as people would expect, causing him to come off as insensitive & be easily misunderstood. He also has moon trine saturn meaning that he's very reliable, patient & responsible. He may also feel like he needs to be productive & useful to others. Capricorn moons have the habit of treating everything professionally & like a task even things that seem unserious (he mentioned in an interview once that he keeps a professional mindset even when he acts cute for his fans 😭). Another indicator of his personality being the same for many years. Similar to Wonbin he also has moon in 6H so his health is also sensitive & he can feel tired easily. But unlike Wonbin, his way of dealing with daily problems is to just be calm, patient and wait it out.

Aries Venus (Rx) in 9H:

Very alluring & sexy placement actually. Usually aries venus are bold & daring when it comes to love but as Eunseok has his venus in retrograde, it adds an attractive layer of shyness to him. That doesn’t mean he can’t be affectionate, fun or direct, he's just reserved. This is an indicator of marrying earlier than peers (that Japanese astrologer had also said something similar) or that he gets into relationships very quickly. He has venus trine mars & pluto, which are really just creative aspects. Also implies he can be passionate & impulsive in love. He's probably attracted to foreign cultures & people since he has it in his 9H & has the natural ability to attract a lot of foreigners. He'd also look really good & be able to attract a lot of attention if he tries out foreign fashion or does music/collabs with foreign artists.

Sagittarius Mars in 5H:

Eunseok's quite enthusiastic & optimistic about his goals. He might enjoy playful fighting, debates & maybe even light-hearted arguing too. Indicator of having a warm, funny & easy-going nature. Reckless too. The type to fight passionately for what he believes in. He has quick thinking skills and can come up with good strategies & ideas in a second. He's very independent in his relationships but also gets competitive & impulsive when he does like someone (combined with his aries venus too). This is also a great placement for performers. He has pluto conjunct mars, so he's very persistent and a bit obsessive when he wants to achieve something but it also means he's able to consistently put in the effort for his goals. This is also an aspect that implies he can attract a lot of possessive & controlling people. Overall he has tremendous focus, willpower and drive.

Gemini Jupiter in 11H:

Another fame and attraction indicator. He's naturally very likeable & relatable and is able to become popular very quickly. He's also able to make important connections and become friends with influential people naturally. Another generous and giving placement. Eunseok is a greatly skilled and talented performer. He's also someone difficult to lie to.

Taurus Saturn in 10H:

Obviously Eunseok works in a really tough and high pressure environment as he is an idol; this is just an indicator of that. He may feel as if he must be taken seriously and be well-respected for his work and achievements at all times. This is also an indicator of having to work a lot harder and facing more delays than others to achieve success, however, combined with his mars placement and his capricorn moon, Eunseok is a hard-worker, and a very persistent and ambitious person so he's able to put in the work consistently to get what he wants. For this, having taurus saturn is also really good since it signifies that he also has good endurance level.

Uranus in 7H:

The most likely to date someone unusual (😭) or have partners that feel completely different (almost alien-like?) from him. He may be the type to suddenly get into relationships and then have sudden breakups too (especially combined with venus and mars placement). He also values his space and independence a lot (based on his chart overall), so once the relationship is over he's the least likely to get back with his ex. I think others may also view him as someone whose actions can be unpredictable.

Neptune in 7H:

This placement usually indicates a person who can have very addicting relationships. He definitely has high expectations in relationships which quickly disappoint him when he does get into a relationship. He may also have an issue of giving 'too much' to his partners but not getting enough in return. Others may have an unrealistic view of him and fantasize about him a lot. The combination of uranus & neptune here can also indicate that sometimes his relationships hold him back from being independent or become turbulent but he's unable to see that (like he has a rose-colored view on them). There are placements in his chart that indicate that he's a realist so his neptune placement may not affect him as much.

Pluto in 5H:

He has a strong desire to be creative and is very attracted to artistic stuff. Can become obsessed with expressing himself and being admired. Very powerful in terms of creativity, almost overwhelming. The art/music he'll make will be very transformative and deep.

These are just my insights on his chart so try not to take them too seriously. I was also supposed to upload this much earlier but I fell sick so I forgot. I'll update the reading if I notice any more aspects or interesting placements.

[lunarnightt]

―୨୧⋆˚ He's in love with a single mom :: James Kelly

I never thought someone like you would come into my life. Someone who wouldn't look at me and just see my past—someone who actually saw me for who I am now. But then you showed up.

You walked into the shop needing a tire change, and instead of just standing there awkwardly or giving me the usual polite bullshit, you actually talked to me. Just small talk at first, but damn if that didn’t turn into something more. Before I knew it, we were grabbing lunch at some rundown diner, and then one day, I finally grew a pair and asked you out. Didn't expect you to actually say yes, but hell, you did.

That first date—small Italian joint, nothing fancy—but sitting across from you, watching you talk, laugh… I was gone. Hooked. So, I kissed you. Right there, first date, no hesitation. And it wasn’t just a kiss—it was the kiss. The kind that sticks with you. And from that night on, it was you and me.

You were everything. A single mom busting your ass every damn day while your ex sat on his, doing the bare minimum. But you didn’t let that break you. And your little girl—God, she was something else. Sweet, tough, full of life. Took me a minute, but I grew to love her like my own.

You both became my world. The one thing I’d do anything for. You made me feel like more than just some guy with a record, and I made damn sure to show you what it really meant to be loved. To be protected. That little girl? She latched onto me quick. And I didn’t mind one bit. I’d go to war for the both of you without a second thought.

When I wasn’t working, I was with you. Always. Couldn’t stand being away longer than I had to. Nights like this, lying in bed, my arm wrapped tight around you, your body curled up against mine, breathing steady, peaceful. I just laid there, staring at you—at the way your hair spread out on the pillow, how damn beautiful you looked even in sleep.

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[puppppppppy]

reading life changing fanfiction of a subjectively underwhelming source media is a special kind of hell

[cat-of-starlight]

Me playing "Library of Runia" and "Limbus Company" like-

Me, a casual player, putting my funny little characters together while the Pro Gamers™ debate about character/mechanic meta

[raiiny-bay]

there is something so fun about just putting my boys in Situations

[dan-crimes]

The world isn't ready for all my amazing and wonderful takes on media but maybe my OCs will make them understand...

[voluptuarian]

My 30-something wisdom is that your palate is constantly changing so don't assume because you hated a food 10 or 20 years ago you still will. Most radically, your taste as a little kid is not indicative of what it will be as an adult-- I've known too many adults who still refuse to eat anything but chicken strips and ketchup because they're still basing their taste on what they experienced at 8 years old and so have cut themselves off from the entire world of adult taste. In my case, my taste for savory foods, especially vegetable dishes, "bitter" foods, and more complex flavor combinations has really expanded. I didn't like mushrooms as a child or for most of my 20s, but around 28 suddenly they worked for me. I started enjoying dark chocolate around 25, especially paired with fruit flavors. I've never been hugely fond of eggplant but discovered that in a sauce or roasted in butter and oil its delicious. I've always enjoyed fish but in the last 15 years I've discovered a passion for it, salmon especially. I've learned to recognize the tastes of herbs and love putting them into everything I can (currently I'm most enthusiastic about dill.) I'm also suddenly crazy about all kinds of sandwiches. And I'm still trying olives every couple years in case suddenly they start working for me, though sadly no luck on that front yet. So basically, expect that your taste is going to change in adulthood and expect that it will keep changing. And you can also work to develop your palate by exposing yourself to new flavors and combinations and cuisines, opening you up to even more foods you might never have liked before. So keep trying new and old foods, because you never know when you might suddenly start liking something new or discover a new way it can be prepared or a new texture it can come in. Don't wind up imprisoned in a world of chicken strips just because you haven't tried anything else since 3rd grade, you deserve better.

[bloodnight-blaze]

“ who cares, baby? i think i wanna marry you. ”

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, and sylus w a gn!reader.

synopsis: you marry the love of your life.

notes: started off as silly thoughts for my friend and then turned into this so. take it. enjoy it.

warnings: not canon to the story of the game, self-indulgent, weddings, sickeningly sweet fluff, they all cry lol, it's short and it's sweet, reader does wear a dress so sorry if that's something that makes you uncomfortable, petnames used: starlight (x), sunshine (z), angel (r), princess (s).

XAVIER — certainly fantasized about getting married, but it was never something he actually expected to happen. Not until he met you. It wasn't love at first sight, but when you two entered a relationship, he could just see himself marrying you.

When he proposed, he had been so nervous that he barely slept the night before, which is saying something. But you accepted with a bright smile, and the man nearly smothered you to death with a hug. The mere thought of marrying you has him smiling, honestly.

He doesn't care how big or small the wedding is, though when it turns out to be a small wedding he finds he prefers it that way. There's an air of excitement at the wedding, most of the guests being your own friends and family since there wasn't anyone for him to invite.

Xavier knew he was going to cry. There's no denying it, he knew he'd cry at some point during the day because, I mean... he's marrying you. He's the luckiest man alive. He just thought he'd hold strong a little longer, but the tears were falling when you walked down the aisle in your breathtaking dress.

His gaze was drawn to you the entire time. Nothing else mattered but you. The way the fairy lights bathed you in this beautiful golden glow, the way you smiled at him with all the love in the world... it was like you contained galaxies in your eyes.

The vows were short and sweet, and when the officiant says you two can kiss, he was quick to gently cup your face in his hands. He could only hope the kiss he pressed against your lips conveyed the sheer and utter adoration he felt for you.

This was the beginning of a new chapter for the two of you, and while he's sure nothing will change, he can't help but being excited at the idea of being able to refer to you as his spouse.

ㅤ— “ I love you, my starlight. Until every last star dies, I love you. ”

ZAYNE — had always known that he would marry you one day. Ever since you two were kids, he had imagined it. You're the only person he's ever loved, so if he ever got married, it would be to you or no one at all. It was only a matter of time, really.

The actual proposal was nothing big. You two had dinner at his place and the box with the ring rested in the place he knew you'd be able to see it. He hadn't been nervous when he proposed, but he can't deny that his heart was racing when he popped the question.

He'll definitely want the wedding to be small, just a couple of friends and family on each side. His parents were overjoyed to learn about his engagement and made sure to clear their schedule for the day of the wedding, and he had invited a few friends from work as well.

Zayne hadn't really wanted to cry, especially not in front of so many people, but he couldn't stop the tears from blurring his gaze when he saw you walking down the aisle. How could he not cry, when he felt so overwhelmed by his love for you?

It was the first time he saw you in your wedding dress as well, since you had been so adamant at keeping to tradition. You weren't lying when you said you would match your dress to his suit.

The bouquet of flowers in your hands only added to the beauty of... everything about you. So he won't deny that he cried, his gaze never once breaking from you even when the officiant started to speak.

He was able to keep his tears in check for the rest of the ceremony, and once you two were home and no longer wearing your wedding clothes, he found it near impossible to stray from your side for you long. His hand was almost always interlocked with yours, his finger absently brushing against the wedding wing that bound the two of you together.

ㅤ— “ You've always been the love of my life, sunshine. You always will. ”

RAFAYEL — never thought about marriage. It's not something that ever entered his mind, and he avoided attending any weddings just to dodge the inevitable 'so when will we get an invite to your wedding' he'll no doubt be met with. It isn't until you entered his life that he started to give it some thought.

And when he did decide to propose to you, it had been spur of the moment. He bought the ring on a whim months ago, and he kept it in his pocket almost every time you two went out, waiting for the perfect moment. That perfect moment just so happens to be you spending the night at his place, laughing at his smears paint on your face. The question slipped out, and he seemed more shocked than you.

He was adamant on keeping the thing small, even though Thomas wanted to invite a bunch of people once the man found out about the engagement.

The only people Rafayel was willing to invite was Thomas and a couple of crabs he befriended. Sure, your family and friends questioned why they were being seated with crabs, but it's not their wedding, now is it?

Before the wedding starts, he had gone to the bathroom to give himself a lengthy pep talk about how he was not going to cry at all at any point during the wedding. And for a good portion of it, he didn't. When you walked down the aisle wearing a beautiful dress that reminded him of the ocean, he didn't cry. When you guys shared your vows, exchanged rings, and kissed, he didn't cry.

No, Rafayel only cried when the first dance started. When the lights dimmed and you took his hand and pulled him close, he could feel his heart stuttering. You looked at him as if he were the only person in the world, like you never wanted to look away. The feeling of your wedding ring was cool against his skin, and it was impossible to stop the tears at this point.

He spent the entirety of your first dance together with his head buried in your shoulder just so people couldn't see his tears. Only you got to see him like this, because there's no one else he'd rather be vulnerable with.

ㅤ— “ I'd marry you over and over again, angel, until you get sick of me. ”

SYLUS — certainly thought marriage was something he'd never experience, given his lifestyle. What person would be insane enough to marry the leader of Onychinus, let alone date the man? You, apparently, because you became a pivotal part of his life.

He won't propose until he's absolutely certain that marrying him is something you'd be willing to do. Marrying him means really accepting the darker parts that come with being in a relationship with him, and he didn't want to force you into such a commitment. And when he does propose, he can't help the relief he feels when you say yes.

While the wedding isn't necessarily big, a few of his most trusted associates are invited, alongside your family and friends should you invite them. It's a strange mix of people, and a few of your friends will probably pull you to the side after the ceremony to ask what exactly it is that your husband does for a living.

For the most part, Sylus won't cry during the ceremony. Though, once you two start to recite your vows to each other, he does choke up a bit. Any man would be a fool not to tear up at the sight of their spouse professing their love to them. And it doesn't help that you're looking at him with pure and utter devotion in your gaze.

You were okay with who he was. With what he does. You weren't scared off by the darker aspects of his life, and you were vowing to stick by his side through whatever the world threw at you two. Crying only seemed natural. Other than the vows, Sylus stayed composed. Softer, than usual, but overall he kept his usual demeanor.

Truly, he thinks he could die happy now that he's married to you. The ring on his finger was a comfortable weight, and he'd find himself looking at it way more than he'd care to admit.

He spoiled you rotten before you two were married, but trust it'll only get worse now that you're his spouse. Anything you want, he'll get it for you. You deserve the whole world for wanting to spend the rest of your life with him.

ㅤ— “ I'm staring? How can I not stare at the key to my heart, princess? ”