#MC makes Calendar AU

[wing-ed-thing]

Life of the Party (Niji Vinsmoke x Reader)

Synopsis: An infamous flirt who throws the best parties in town, your charm utterly captivated your favorite guest, Niji Vinsmoke. But at your latest rager, Niji finds that your attention and favoritism aren't exclusive to him.

Word Count: 5k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Modern AU, Petnames (baby, sweetheart, hotstuff, babe), Reader Flirts with Everyone, Slight!Zoro x Reader, Pretentious Rich (Adult) Kids, Everyone is Shallow and Selfish and Kinda Sucks, Name Calling, Language, Verbal Fights, Alcohol, Suggestive Language

Notes: Maybe I went a little beyond the prompt, but Niji and this MC were such a blast to write I love this setting

The Vinsmoke boys were hardly strangers to a good rager, and when it came to ones that Ichiji would readily, intentionally drag himself out to, your parties were almost always guaranteed his presence. He’d even go as far as to put it in his calendar, for fuck’s sake, and it wasn’t just for the free booze. 

As you perked up from the other side of the pool, Ichiji was reminded why he had gone through the trouble of dragging his brothers out in the first place. You made a show of standing up on a sturdy, expensive-looking pool chair as you waved, and to a lack of surprise, you were wearing something that left little to the imagination. 

The booze was bottomless, the guest list was always impressive, and all the decor was as high-end as money could buy. Extra, as Yonji had once described it, or perhaps he was describing you. It all accented the modern pool in the center of your yard that easily cost tens of thousands of dollars in and of itself, yet all of it paled compared to the actual reason Ichiji always showed up.

By the time you dismounted and began to run toward them— with little regard for how the colorful drink in your hand was spilling over the edges— Niji had stopped mid-sentence to take his sunglasses off to reveal shining, blue, captivated eyes. 

You were the one person who could make Niji shut the fuck up.

“Ichiji, baby.” He leaned to accept the two kisses you placed on his cheeks. He wouldn’t do the same for anyone else, and both of you knew it. You spared a glance just behind the eldest Vinsmoke son before returning your self-satisfied gaze to Ichiji. “Need a babysitter that bad?”

Ichiji let out a reluctant sigh. You could always clock him faster than he expected. He should have known as much; it happened every single time. 

“Please just take him.” 

“There’s already a drink for you at the bar.” With a wink, you swatted him away with the back of your hand, and it didn’t take much more convincing for Ichiji to wander off. 

Niji had been particularly insufferable for the past week, which was saying something considering that regularly insufferable seemed to be Niji’s default state. 

When you turned your attention to Yonji, you noticed that he had already taken his shirt off, grabbing it from the back collar to heave over his head and throw somewhere onto the lawn. He donned lime green swim trunks, and his brown sandals were also lost somewhere in the grass. You’d surely find them tomorrow morning and add them to the growing stock of clothes Yonji had already left at your place. He certainly passed out in the guest room enough times.

Yonji barely greeted you with a simple “Hey hot stuff,” leaning down to just brush his lips across your cheek as he bounded toward the pool. You caught something about an inflatable crocodile before you heard a loud splash behind you. 

Niji was left grinning from ear to ear as you sauntered toward him, grabbing him by the loose tie he wore and pulling it tight around his throat. You tugged him toward you to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips.

”Hi, Niji.” 

Niji was your favorite, and that was something he reveled in every blessed day he had on earth. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” 

You pulled back, still keeping a grip on Niji’s tie. Your bottom thumb swiped along the opposite corner of his mouth to clear away a bit of drool. You had him wrapped all the way around your finger, and if his reactions were any more cartoonishly apparent, you might have seen tiny little hearts in his pretty blue eyes. 

His finger hooked around the band of your swimsuit.

“I like this.” 

“I thought you might. It’s new; I got it this weekend—”

Niji’s touch recoiled as you led him to the other side of the pool where you had been before, pulling him by his tie. The thin, patterned tie that complimented his casual, sleeveless, black button-down draped nicely over the back of your shoulder, and you continued to play with it as you sat and leaned your side against his chest.

You sat on the cushion of the deep poolside lounge between Niji’s spread thighs with one arm draped over his shoulder. Your legs curled over his left leg. The hand over his shoulder played with his undercut, causing a shiver to go down his back. 

“There was this new cafe that opened in Cocoyashi that I was dying to go to, and so, of course, I had to call up Nami because she’s from there, you know. Did you know that Nami grew up in Cocoyashi?” you babbled. Niji nodded along, a scotch neat somehow having found itself in his hand.

“That’s crazy,” Niji hummed, taking a sip. 

“And so she’s showing me all these boutiques. Oh! The cafe had this blueberry danish that made me think of you. You have to go and try it…” 

You usually rambled on like this, draping yourself over Niji’s arm or placing yourself in his lap to tell him all about the frivolous little treats you had bought yourself since the last time you’d seen each other. You dropped names in every other sentence, many of which Niji didn’t know nor care. 

If he was being frank, when it came to your babbling, Niji couldn’t’ve given less of a shit, and if you were anyone else, he would’ve already pushed you off his lap. But you kept a few fingers running through his hair and a drink in his hand, and so, the more Niji drank, the less he cared how chatty you were.

“Niji, have you been working out?” You splayed a hand over his chest, tossing his tie over his shoulder. You knew when you were losing him as well as you knew how to rein him back.

Niji grinned widely, slouching a bit more into the couch with one arm slung over the back cushions and the other around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he bragged, a light red tinge on his cheeks. “I’ve been on a cut.”

Niji had the textbook definition of a swimmer’s body. Tall, with a lean, muscular build and broad shoulders, his figure was toned and objectively attractive. A cut, he said with his second glass in his hand. You must’ve been exceptional.

“Wow, really?” you asked, letting your eyes wander as Niji began some tangent about red meat or protein something. 

Suddenly, you shot up, nearly causing Niji to jump with you as you let out a boisterous scream before shooting off toward the other end of the lawn. New guests typically parked out front in your massive, circular driveway and let themselves in the main entrance and out the back door to the pool area. You bounded toward the door, just about throwing yourself at the man who had just arrived before he could even step fully onto the lawn.

Yonji resurfaced from under the water, raising his arms to hold the ledge near where Niji had been left. Niji sat at the edge of the couch cushion, elbows over his knees as his leg bounced.

“The hell is that all about?” Yonji asked, not about to see from the pool. 

Niji grumbled, pursing his lips inward as he glanced toward you and then back to Yonji with a rude, pointing gesture of his thumb.

“Did you know Roronoa was gonna be here?” 

Yonji turned, keeping a hand on the ledge of the pool.

“Oh, shit.” 

Niji huffed again. Yonji’s reaction hadn’t exactly been helpful. Niji looked away for a second, and by the time he looked back, the group at the entrance of the yard had multiplied. Niji stood up, storming over to the other side the moment he laid eyes on a familiar cut of blond hair. 

“A 2015 Château Margaux, an elegant wine for an elegant host.” 

“Aw, Sanji, you shouldn’t have! You’re so sweet.”

Sanji was more than eager to receive the two kisses you offered his cheeks. 

Niji passed the one guy who competed in the professional shooting competitions, who was making his way to the pool before nearly colliding with the bigger guy who always hosted barbecues at the beach that Niji never went to. Jesus, the entire crew was here.

Niji glared holes in the back of Sanji’s head, grabbing him by the back collar of his Hawaiian shirt before yanking him back. He disappeared from the group quietly enough, with everyone’s attention captivated by you while you were captivated by everyone else. The life of a host never had its breaks, Niji supposed.

“The hell you think you’re doing here?” It wasn’t the smartest question, but it was the one that left Niji’s lips.

Sanji ripped himself away from his brother’s grasp to face him defensively. Sanji had gone to live with their mother almost ten years ago, and despite Sora’s attempts to build close bonds amongst her children, Sanji hardly spoke to any of his brothers after he turned sixteen. Niji suspected he kept in contact with Reiju, but she’d never tell him and Niji certainly didn’t care. Now, in adulthood, while the Vinsmoke siblings would see each other on occasion, it was almost never purposeful. 

“We were invited, dumbass.”

You knew everyone; by extension, everyone was invited to your extravagant parties. Sanji had been to them before, as had other friends you and Sanji shared mutually. They, however, were an uncoordinated bunch and rarely showed up together. Zoro was a rare sighting in and of himself. 

“God damn, Zoro, where’d you get these?”

You stood in front of him, weight shifted to your hip. You held the bottle of wine from Sanji cradled in your left elbow while your right hand wrapped around Zoro’s exposed bicep. He wore a sleeveless workout hoodie and dark green basketball shorts. Your hand barely wrapped around half his muscle. 

“I dunno. They’re the same size as last time.”

“No way. They’re definitely bigger. Are you gonna get in the pool?”

“Ha! Not with that bar over there, are you kiddin’ me?”

Niji came up behind you, snaking an arm gingerly around your lower back as he leaned in, trying to catch your attention from your peripheral. He made eye contact with Zoro, who immediately frowned at his presence.

The begrudgingly mutual tolerance Zoro appeared to have with Sanji didn’t appear to extend to any of the other Vinsmoke brothers. Yonji occasionally worked out with him, but they were hardly close enough to hang out outside the gym. Zoro glanced Niji up and down before crossing his arms. 

Niji’s reputation proceeded him. 

“Vinsmoke.”

“Roronoa.”

“Niji, come check out Zoro’s arms. Aren’t they crazy?” You were oblivious to the silent round of ocular fisticuffs that occurred out of your range of sight. Zoro stared Niji straight on, an acutely smug smirk twitching the corner of his mouth. “You must have a killer routine.”

“Kenpō,” Zoro said, popping the “p” sound. 

Niji tore his eyes away from Zoro and tugged at the band of your swimsuit.

“C’mon, baby, weren’t we talkin’ about something?” he tried to laugh, trying to fight off the way he was burning up inside. Niji’s barely restrained temper usually got him kicked out of events like these, but he wasn’t about to break one of the only rules you had.

One, don’t break shit. Two, don’t steal shit. Three, no fights.

“Not really.” You shrugged off his touch, much to Niji’s dismay. 

He immediately scowled. You didn’t notice, or at least pretended not to. Zoro, on the other hand…

“Hey, man, you got a problem or something?”  

Zoro’s arm extended in front of you, making you step back as he pivoted to stand partially between you and Niji. Niji was forced to step back, and for once, he took a second to think carefully as a deep scowl contorted his lips. Well, he thought as carefully as Niji could think. 

The usual slouch of his back disappeared as he rose to his full height, squaring his shoulders back. He had a few inches on Zoro in height, even as Zoro stood with his chest puffed out and his arms crossed over his chest. They squared each other up, moving in close before you injected yourself between them. You planted a firm palm in the middle of Zoro’s chest and then Niji’s, having to put a bit of effort into pushing them apart. 

“Alright, boys, tone it down with the testosterone. If you’re gonna fight, you’re not doing it here.” You frowned, trying to shoo both of them in different directions. “Grab a drink or something.”

They held heated glares even despite your protests. 

“I’m not the one who has the problem here.”

“You white-knighting, Roronoa?”

“God, just kiss already or shut the fuck up!” You snipped at the two of them, turning to scold one away before turning around to dismiss the other. You snapped your fingers before grabbing the bottle of wine you had shoved into Sanji’s arms. “C’mon,” you said to him with a huff. “I wanna open this.”

Sanji gladly followed you inside. Zoro rolled his eyes and made for the bar, and Niji, not one to give up so easily, chased after you, calling your name. 

You barely reached the doorway to your house when you stopped, letting your shoulders fall with a dramatic sigh. Sanji was a few steps ahead of you. His mouth opened as Niji continued to pester you, stepping forward to get involved. But you stopped him, once again passing the bottle of wine off to Sanji as you started to get annoyed.

“Sanji, love, be a dear and open this please. I’ll be right over.” You accented your words with a pointed glance Niji’s way. 

Sanji was reluctant to back off, glancing between you and his brother before slowly entering the kitchen. The modern, open kitchen was just inside the back door. Nami and Robin were already seated at the island, chatting amongst themselves as they snacked on the ridiculously large charcuterie spread. 

You pulled Niji aside. 

“What?” you snipped. Niji shifted his weight to his back leg and shoved a hand casually into the pocket of his shorts with a wide grin. He trailed the back of his knuckles along your cheek. 

“You know I love it when you get all fiery, baby, but c’mon now—” He glanced toward where Sanji was pouring wine. — “The hell are you hanging out with my loser brother for when we were having such a great time?”

You rolled your eyes. Niji scowled as you pushed his hand away.

“Because you’re being annoying, Niji,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest with an upturned nose. Niji visibly darkened, shoving his other hand into his empty pocket as he hunched over you. “Maybe don’t act like a freak when I’m just trying to say hi to my friends.” 

“Oh, is that what you’re calling feeling up Roronoa?” His voice dropped in tone, but didn’t lose the arrogant attitude. Niji cocked his head to the side, his face growing closer to yours. You blinked in astonishment, lip curling as you recoiled. 

“The fuck?” you spat. “Have you seen the way I talk to you and your brothers? With literally everyone here? Or is it because it’s Zoro?” Niji’s expression visibly twitched at the mention of Zoro’s name. His back straightened the slightest bit before he leaned back toward you, arms crossed tightly over his arms. 

“It’s different.” 

“Literally, how?” You glanced around the corridor you stood in. You weren’t very secluded, but no one appeared to have followed the two of you to check out the commotion. You’d prefer to keep it that way. “Because you don’t have to like everyone I’m friends with. I haven’t seen him in a long time, Niji, so why don’t you shut the fuck up.“

“Hey, watch it,” Niji gritted. He grew closer, and you glanced him up and down with disgust. 

“Or what? Are you gonna fuck me up, Niji?” You pushed him back. Niji’s arms unfurled as he almost slammed his back into an adjacent wall. “Are you gonna beat me unconscious because I’ve pissed you off?” 

You were getting in his face, and Niji pulled back, pivoting around on his heel with a series of head shakes as he ran a hand over his face. He pointed a finger at you.

“That’s a low fucking blow; that happened when I was a kid, and I never would have told you that if I knew you were going to lord it over my fucking head—”

— “Seventeen is barely a kid!” —

“You’re the one who fucked off to feel up another guy’s tits.” Niji pointed aggressively in the direction of the backward. “So check your bitchy fuckin’ attitude ‘cause I’ve done jack shit.”

“Yonji’s tits are in my hands like every time he’s here, and you’ve never said shit about that, now have you, Niji?” You were screaming at this point, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if you turned a few heads of guests who were enjoying your indoor amenities. You were heated, bursting at the seams with little regard for how ridiculously your fight was devolving.

Niji rolled his pretty blue eyes. They were still pretty, no matter how pissed off you were at him. Maybe you found them pretty because he was your favorite, or perhaps he was your favorite because you found them so pretty. 

“That’s because Yonji’s Yonji.”

“He’s got his own fucking drawer here, and you’re getting pressed over nothing! You can’t come here, acting like my boyfriend and starting shit when you don’t do relationships.” You weren’t expecting your words to ring out over the room like they did.

Suddenly, the energy in the atmosphere took a deep plummet, leaving you and Niji face to face. Both your eyes were wide as they stared into each other. You watched as his electric blue irises darted around your face, all the annoyance and rage he wore on his face melting into something resembling shock.

“Neither do you, so what’s your problem?” he asked lowly. 

Another beat of silence overtook the space around you as you stepped back. You averted your gaze to somewhere else in the room. Niji continued to study you. You could feel his gaze.

“You know better than to pick fights here, Niji.” You shook your head, running a hand over your hair. But what seemed to mimic resignation didn’t last long as you whipped toward him to raise your voice again. “Now you’ve got me pissed when I thought tonight was going to be fun!”

“I wasn’t the one picking a fight, so you can take that to your boy toy,” Niji’s tone was simmering, deep, and level. His hands were shoved back into his pockets, and his shoulders appeared somewhat relaxed as he assumed his usual posture. A deep scowl was still present on his lips.

You huffed, backing off yourself.

“I’m done talking to you, Niji. Get out.” You turned on your heel and stormed back out into the backyard.

It was the worst fight you had ever gotten into. Hell, it might’ve been the only fight you and Niji had ever gotten into. After all, there had never been much to fight about before. The both of you tended to keep things light. He got to ramble about his petty and frivolous things, and you got to babble about yours. You hadn’t needed to go much deeper. 

You were sexy and had more charisma in your pinky than anyone else Niji knew. You kept a drink in his hand. You knew the right spots on his undercut that he liked scratched, and it was something about getting attention from you that had him over the moon. 

“How’s it feel being the favorite?” Yonji once asked him.

On the other hand, Niji wasn’t entirely sure why you had picked him out of everyone you knew, and you certainly knew everyone. You spent so much time and money throwing these parties— which you held regularly— yet you always carved out time to pay him some special attention. You always greeted him, gave him all the amenities he could ask for, and sat with him for the better part of the night just talking. 

Niji knew of his more infamous reputation. He was nowhere as well-liked as you, and when it came to getting into trouble, Niji had paid his way out of sticky situations more times than he’d counted. He was satisfied with any excuse to throw a punch because when it came to people who mattered, who should he give a shit about anyone but his two brothers and his sister?

And then you came along. You came along with your talk— Niji made it abundantly clear the first night you met that the last thing he was interested in was talk (not when you looked like that, HELLO)— and now, for the first time, Niji worried. 

“If you’re gonna be angsty and shit, can you do it somewhere else?” 

Niji didn’t realize how far he had sunk into his couch cushion until Ichiji spoke. The ice in Niji’s glass had already melted. 

Ichiji turned to him, one leg crossed over the other and a whisky in his hand. A neutral frown plastered across Ichiji’s lips. 

“Weren’t you leaving?” he asked. 

The couch Niji had found Ichiji sitting on was tucked away on the other side of the yard. A dormant firepit sat in the middle of the semi-circle seating, and the grill wasn’t too far away as a team of professional chefs made food. Seeing this seating area from the pool was difficult, but Niji could see you talking to Zoro again from where he sat. 

Ichiji shifted, leaning a bit to the side as he regarded Niji. 

“Why don’t you just apologize?"

“Because I didn’t do shit,” Niji snapped. But at the view of the dismayed and stern expression on Ichiji’s face, Nijij immediately simmered. “We got into a fight…” 

Ichiji sighed, leaning back against the couch cushion behind him. Despite an equally close relationship with Yonji, at the end of the day, Niji was Ichiji’s ride-or-die. Ichiji wouldn’t hesitate for a second to kill for his brother if it ever came to it, and if there were ever a day Niji showed up at his door with a trash bag and a shovel, Ichiji wouldn’t waste a second grabbing something to dig with from the garage. 

However, this didn’t make Niji any less annoying. If there was anything Ichiji found more irritating than Niji yapping dreamily about you, it was undoubtedly him silently pining over you. Niji looked like a kicked puppy, for fuck’s sake. It was unbecoming.

“I’m sure it’ll all blow over by tomorrow morning,” Ichiji said, returning to his whisky. “Go home, shower, order some flowers to be delivered, and make a reservation somewhere nice for tomorrow night. You’ll be fine.”

Niji immediately stood, and it was with a suddenness that communicated to Ichiji that Niji hadn’t absorbed a single thing he’d said. Ichiji’s back straightened as he sat at the edge of the couch cushion. 

“Hey, what are you—”

Niji was already making his way over to you. You stood at the side of the pool, standing in a circle with Sanji, Zoro, and some other vaguely familiar faces that generally hung out with that crew. Zoro stood at your side, and Sanji at your other. The pool was directly behind you.

Niji stormed across the yard with purpose and confidence, and the group hardly had time to react to his presence as he cut right through the circle to get to you. It all happened so quickly that the words, “What the fuck, Niji?” didn’t even make it out of your mouth before Niji took your drink from your hand and shoved it at Zoro before hoisting you up to throw you into the pool. 

Splash!

The shocked expressions didn’t melt into action fast enough as Niji turned, throwing up both middle fingers before smirking widely.

“Get fucked, Roronoa!” Niji proclaimed before falling backward into the pool where you were just beginning to resurface and gather yourself. The splash he made sent a wave over your head, further drenching your face and hair. 

“Niji, you asshole!”

Even fully clothed, Niji made swimming the deep end of the pool look easy, quickly gathering you in his arms before paddling to the opposite side of the pool. The pool was as large as it was expensive, but Niji made short work of the distance, placing you on the ledge of seating that ran across the perimeter. The water lapped at the middle of your ribcage. Niji remained suspended in the deep end, folding his arms over your lap as he gazed up at you. 

You raised your hand to slap him, but Niji caught your wrist, pinning it down to your lap as he crossed his arms again. 

“Niji!”

“Tell me about shopping with Nami in Cocoyashi,” he hummed, a smug little smile on his lips. You hit the water with your other hand, splashing Niji across the face as he laughed. The stern frown on your lips didn’t falter.

“I thought I told you to get out.” Niji gathered both your hands in his, crossing them over each other to pin them down by his wrists on your lap. 

“Well, I decided on more important things,” he said, cocking his head. You rolled your eyes, trying to move your hands. His grip on you was too firm but not enough to hurt. You continued to glare down at him.

“Oh yeah, like pissing me off—”

“I’ve decided that you’re no longer single.”

A solid pang reverberated in your chest. Your lips parted, agape in shock as Niji continued to smirk up at you. He released one of your hands, resting his cheek on his palm. The fingers of his opposite hand were still intertwined with yours. 

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” you spat, narrowing your eyes. The feeling of his thumb swiping over the back of your hand wasn’t lost on you as a warm heat rose under your skin. “Something tells me that that’s something I need to consulted about, genius.” 

“Hear me out,” Niji didn’t give you time to respond. You crossed your arms over your chest. “We see each other every weekend, drink, and chit chat… But what if I want to see you more than just every weekend?”

Niji stared up at you with a self-satisfied grin as you waited for him to elaborate.

“That’s it?” you asked. Niji nodded with a victorious hum. “That’s the speech you’re giving to win me over?”

“If you need it in more elementary terms, I like you, and you like me, so let’s do something about it.” He rotated his wrist to intertwine his fingers in yours fully. He continued to snicker, something about his own audacity amusing. You stared him straight on.

“You just wanna smash.”

“Oh, absolutely.” You noted his three-point glance as he looked you over before his gaze drifted to your fingers. He moved your hand as he talked, bringing it behind his head to his undercut. “But I’m not opposed to spoiling you a few times a week either just to call dibs. Buy all the blueberry pastries you want. Little numbers like this’ll be on me, and there’s more where that came from—” He tugged at your swimsuit. — “And I don’t know jack shit about wine, but I can probably pick out a nice one… or pay someone to do it for me.”

Niji was already beginning to run your nails through his hair before you pulled your hand away.

“I’ve got my own money.” 

“I know you do, but I also know you’d do something nice with your hair if I gave you a couple hundred for it.” Niji’s grin only grew wider. “Or get yourself dinner somewhere expensive, designer clothes, whatever the fuck you wanna do.”

“And I’m not going to stop hanging out with Zoro either or Sanji just because… I don’t even know what’s going on there.” You scrunched your brow.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Like I said, I’m perfectly fine calling dibs… at least for now.”

Niji left the spot between your knees to swim to the ledge beside you. He pulled himself up to sit, leaving the water in his wake feeling cold. You turned to him, water still dripping down strands of your hair.

“You can’t just throw me in a pool and expect to buy me, Niji. I’m still pissed at you.”

“Yeah, but now you have an excuse to change into whatever evening outfit you had planned.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but for what felt like the umpteenth time that night, you found your voice stalled in your throat as Niji laughed. You did have a nice outfit planned. You always did. You pouted as Niji rose from the pool, dribbling water from his soaked clothes. He offered you a hand, which you reluctantly took. 

“You’re gonna have to work hard as hell to make it up to me. I haven’t agreed to any relationship nonsense!”

Niji heaved you up with more force than necessary, catching you as you stumbled over the ledge and onto dry land. Your momentum worked against you, and in what seemed like an instant, Niji planted a kiss right on your lips. He held you for a moment, just long enough for the shock to sink in, before he pulled away with a grin.

Your mind went blank; the apparent look on your face made Niji laugh again.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get changed.” Niji’s arm snaked around you as he guided you back to the house. “Call it a trial run.”

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[ithseem]

Hijabi MC Shenanigans+Headcanons in Saligia

Guy

Guy: *tries to kiss MC in the beginning*

MC, punching him: NO KISSING

Toa

Toa: This has absolutely no alcohol content. Have you ever HAD wine before?

MC: No, nor do I ever plan to because my religion STRICTLY FORBIDS EVEN GOING NEAR THE STUFF

Toa:

Fenn

MC be dodging his advances like a Bollywood action movie protagonist

Roy

MC: At least I can have some semblance of normalcy

Lynt

Lynt tryna use her as a pillow, but she politely declines, since her religion forbids her from coming into contact with men

Other Things That May or May Not Have Happened

MC draping her duvet over her head as a makeshift hijab when unexpected visitors come

MC gets caught washing her feet in the sink for wudhu

MC feeling incredibly disoriented bc she has no idea which way the Qiblah (the direction of the Kabah in Mecca) is, so offering prayer is a nightmare and a half

MC lowkey upset bc the Quran does not exist in Saligia (iirc). And Lou wishes he could help

Rio and Thoma getting worried about MC during Ramadhan (whenever that is. It's super stressful not knowing when the Islamic calendar lines up with the calendar here) bc she's going from dawn till dusk without food or drink for a month

MC happily answering her friends' questions about her religion (they are genuinely curious)

MC's S-Rank friends apologizing for what they did in the first few chapters (I cannot be certain if they fully understand the true ramifications of what they've done, but they feel bad regardless, since they don't like to see MC upset)

Lance would be genuinely curious about her religion also and try to make a safe space for her (Lance doesn't discriminate, a person in need of a safe space is a person in need of a safe space)

Sherry and Violet go shopping with MC often and they often find some really cute and modest clothes for her

J*sper is normal in this AU, so he actually respects her religion

Tino freaks out and profusely apologizes whenever he accidentally makes something haram to eat for her. Knight would also do the same

Grayson wondering why she only eats fruits and vegetables here, and she tell him that she is not sure if the meats are halal, and she does not want to take any chances and accidentally eat something haram

to all the hijabi CoD players, I write this for you

[fanartandfanfiction]

Hogwarts Legacy modern AU

-MC is in Ominis’ room-

MC: Perfect! Just like that, hold it!

Ominis: What are you doing?

MC: Dressing Meatball up in seasonal costumes. I’m going to make a calendar.

Ominis: You cannot be serious!

Meatball: I’m a flower!

MC: He’s a flower!

Ominis: Yes, that’s what he said.

Meatball: I’m a cute flower!

MC: He’s a cute flower!

Ominis: Do you two share a brain?!

-bonus drawing of Meatball as a flower-

Idk why it looks blurry 😩

[judediangelo75]

Day Two: First Kiss

Okay, Day Two for @hphm-ship-week! Had to scrap my original Soulmate AU fic because I'm exhausted and can't pull another 8000+ word story out of my brain. I'm honestly not sure if how I approached this makes sense, concept wise, but I tried.

Enough of my yapping, enjoy the story! (Do I even need to as what version I'm using at this point? Already know I love me some Papa Kendrick and plan on keeping him around until he's completely old and gray)

Word Count: 3,512

Mentioned MCs: David Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Main Pairing: Talbott Winger x Judith Harris (Talith)

Side Relationships: Merula Synde x David Willows (mentioned), Kendrick Harris x Madam Villanelle

(2006)

"Hey, Dad?" Red eyes looked up from the book he was reading, finding two pairs of eyes trained on him. Talbott watched as his two sons walked up to him, sitting at his feet.

"Yes, Bakari, what is it," he asked, placing a bookmark on the page he was reading. Bakari and Kendrick looked at each other, doing that weird sibling communication thing he had seen Judith do with her siblings, both biological and adoptive. He mentally groaned.

'Gods, I hope Merula gets just as lost as I do when her husband does the same thing...'

It was Kendrick who finally spoke up.

"Is today the day you married Mama?" Talbott blinked at his youngest with a baffled look. His eyes glanced at the calendar on the wall not too far from them. He could see today's date marked with his wife's signature burgundy lipstick.

June 17th. Their 11th year anniversary. 

The Ravenclaw alumni returned his gaze to the two boys sitting at his feet, who were still awaiting his answer.

"It is... how did you two find out about that," he asked. Kendrick turned to his older brother with a raised brow, telling Talbott all he needed to know.

"Where did you go snooping this time, little falcon," Talbott asked. Bakari crossed his arms with a pout.

"Storage... not my fault you guys keep all the cool stuff there." Talbott tried to muffle his chuckle with little success. He swore the older Bakari got, the more he believed he inherited a bit of Judith's chaotic energy. Either that or their godfather has been more of a terrible influence on his kids than he initially thought.

But then again, what else should he expect from David Willows, the biggest pain in his arse since 3rd year?

"We know that, but you know not to go there without an adult with you. But I'm not going to scold you over that. What did you find to find out about our anniversary?" He watched as Bakari got up from his seat to run and get something. Only a few seconds later, he returned with an old book in hand. But it wasn't just any book.

It was a photo album, one Talbott immediately recognized.

Bakari flipped to a page before turning it to show their dad. The page held a picture of Talbott and Judith sharing a kiss on their wedding day. Written on the bottom was an inscription.

'June 17, 1995: Our first kiss out of many as husband and wife'

It was in his lovely wife's handwriting, with a love heart at the end.

"Was that your first kiss with Mama, Dad," Kendrick asked, his gold eyes shining with curiosity. The father of two chuckled.

"Yes and no. We shared a lot of first kisses in our lives." He smirked at the confused looks on his sons' faces.

"Wait, how," Bakari asked. Talbott shrugged, settling in his chair. He knew he wasn't leaving that seat until his sons' curiosity had been satisfied. Hopefully, it's before he and Judith get to leave to go out for dinner, leaving the boys with their Grandpa Kendrick and Grandma Villanelle.

"We had many first kisses that each meant something different at that certain point in our lives. That picture is physical proof of our first kiss as a married couple. But we had many first kisses before that and even first kisses after, surprisingly." Kendrick tilted his head as if he was an owlet.

"When was your very first kiss then, Dad?" Talbott grinned at the memory, before sharing the tale as it played before his eyes as if it was just yesterday.

"I haven't had this much fun ever since I came here. I never want this day to end," Judith sighed as they sat in their tree. They were watching the sunset from within the branches, watching the breathtaking view. Talbott glanced at the girl, her eyes solely trained on the sunset. Her locs had a bit of curl to them as she allowed him to put them in some braids before undoing them, opting to put them in a half-up half-down style.

'She's so pretty like this...'

"Same here, I never felt this way before," Talbott quietly confessed. Judith looked over at him.

"Felt what way," she asked. He fidgeted nervously, trying his best to control his heart.

"I'm not sure what exactly I'm feeling," the boy mumbled with a blush. Judith pouted.

"Well, try to describe it." The boy spared a glance at her before taking in a breath.

"I feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Especially when I see you smile... and it's because of me... my heart feels like it wants to beat out of my chest sometimes when you look at me," Talbott said, feeling his ears burning. Judith was silent for a few moments before letting out a soft laugh.

"Sounds like love to me," she chuckled. Talbott spluttered a response, forgetting himself as he slowly lost his balance. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

"Woah! Easy there, you could've fell," Judith chided, though there was no real heat behind her words. He could feel his blush worsen at the feeling of her arms holding him so close. He could smell the same unfamiliar warm, sweet scent coming from her. It threatened to make him dizzy.

"S-sorry..." The two noticed just how close they were. Judith cleared her throat and pulled away a little.

"W-well maybe love is too strong of a word..." Talbott watched as the girl frowned mid-sentence, seemingly remembering something before shaking it off.

"I've read Muggle romance books that talk about similar feelings... you could just like me and care about me. I..." the girl trailed off again to look at Talbott.

"I... I know I like and care about you," she softly confessed. Red eyes went wide with shock at this revelation. She likes and cares about him...?

He let out a breathless laugh, holding her hand.

"I'm glad you feel the same too, little bird," he told her. The girl looked confused for a moment.

"I'm not the one who can transform into a bird, bird boy," she teased, which Talbott chuckled at.

"Consider it my pet name for you. Who knows maybe you can become like me and transform into a bird," Talbott mused as he nuzzled her cheek.

"Really? You'll teach me," the girl asked with a smile. Talbott held out his pinky to her. Her smile widened as she hooked her pinky finger with hers.

"I promise, little bird," he swore. Judith leaned in and gently pressed her lips to the young boy's cheek. When she pulled away, Talbott raised a shaky hand to the spot Judith kissed.

"Wh-what was that f-for?" The girl giggled shyly, eyes sparkling with warmth.

"A little way for me to say 'I care about you, bird boy'." Talbott blushed and leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. Judith sighed through her nose.

"I care about you too, little bird," the boy whispered against her cheek. The two looked into each other's eyes with a soft smile playing on their lips as the sun set behind them...

"So Mama kissed you first? But she seems so shy," Bakari pondered aloud. Talbott chuckled.

"Oh, she definitely is. But I guess she really wanted to show how she felt about me," Talbott answered breezily. Kendrick let out a tentative hum.

"But didn't you love her? Why did you nearly fall out the tree when she suggested that's how you felt?" The older man blushed, coughing in his fist. Nothing gets by his youngest son, something he definitely gets from his mother.

"I was 8 and she 7, we were still kids. I wasn't mature enough to admit to such a serious emotion like love." Kendrick nodded and Bakari decided to ask his next question.

"So when was your next "first" kiss," he asked, playfully adding air quotations around the word "first". Gods, was he talking to his wife or their sons? They inherited a lot of her mannerisms at their young age...

"It was the night we had our first date. It was our 4th year at Hogwarts. I met her again in our 3rd year but I didn't recognize that she was the same girl from our childhood. But I was crushing her pretty bad. Your uncle Andre encouraged me to play secret admirer for a while until your godfather caught me leaving my latest love note to her. He gave me the right push to finally come clean and ask her out on a date. It was a first for both of us, so we were pretty much the exact picture of two awkward teenagers who obviously had feelings for each other. We were essentially okay for the first half until one of our old friends who came to spy on us broke some fine china, forcing the shop to close. I didn't want the night to end so I suggested we go stargazing. We were out in one of the Creature's Reserve for a few hours watching the stars, even your mom's Porlock joined us. Eventually, we had to sneak by to the castle before Mr. Filch caught us..."

"... I do hope we can do this again soon... I never said this before but... I really do like you...” Talbott gave her hand another squeeze.

“As do I. And thank you, Judith. Perhaps we could take another trip to Madame Puddifoot’s with no interference.” Judith giggled at this.

“I would like that, I never got my “unspillable” hibiscus tea tonight.” Talbott chuckled, deciding to play along.

“Very true, perhaps she’ll give us the recipe. I’d like to try it sometime.” A smirk tugged on the girl’s full lips.

“I think she would have to kill us first.” Talbott returned it with one of his own.

“Or swear a blood pact to never tell another soul lest we suffer a horrific death. Judith threw her head back and let out a warm laugh.

“That would sound about right. After all, everyone has their secrets.” Judith said this as they approached the Hufflepuff Common Room. Talbott waited for her to finish entering the secret passage to enter her Common Room before speaking again.

“I hope to find out yours, I had a wonderful time tonight...” His hand that held hers, slipped free before finding the little Hufflepuff’s waist. Judith squeaked when he pulled her flush against his body, nuzzling her temple. Judith gazed up at him with a flushed face.

“I-I... I-If you plan on sticking around, you just might...” Judith stood on her toes, pressing her lips against the Ravenclaw’s cheek. Talbott stared at her, slightly dazed as she pulled away and out of his grasp.

“G-Goodnight Talbott, s-sweet dreams.” With that parting, the girl hurried into her common room. Talbott stood there for a few seconds longer before a smile broke out on his face.

He turned to leave the basements to his common room, touching his cheek in the meanwhile.

‘I think I may have found my mate for life...’

"Mom is 2-0 as far as first kisses go," Bakari said with a giggle. Talbott couldn't help but give his son the evil eye (he didn't mean it though).

"This isn't a game Bakari," he said with an exasperated sigh. Bakari simply shrugged with a playful grin. Kendrick shook his head at his brother.

"Well, when was the first time you guys kissed on the lips? You two seem pretty shy with each other to stick to the cheek," Kendrick pointed out. The two boys watched as a frown found its way on their father's face.

"Dad? What's wrong? Was it bad," Bakari asked quietly. Talbott shook his head.

"No, no... that kiss was magical... Everything about that night was magical. It's just that... well, you know your mother has her scar?" Bakari and Kendrick nodded, It didn't escape Talbott's attention that Kendrick touched the birthmark over his left eye. It was almost the same shape as the burn scar that was on his mother's face.

"Well, she always felt like it made her ugly, a monster even... It was Valentine's Day and Madam Pince was supposed to be the one hosting the Ball. Everyone at the school knew she would make it a dreary affair so naturally David and your mother helped. I wanted to do something special for her. I wasn't the only one thinking about doing something special for their person. Your godmother and I fought over who would get to use the library. I ended up winning that battle and turned the library into something out of a storybook romance. That was the first time I saw her so awestruck. Even though we spent the entire night as each other's dates, I couldn't stop admiring her..."

They were slow dancing together, lost in their storybook fairytale world. The soft glow coming from the fairies he invited into the library illuminated his little bird's face. It made her eyes seem like glowing embers of a flame. Those long sunbleached locs were in a high ponytail, showing off her angelic face. Her red-to-black floor-length gown highlighted the curves of her body as her black heels brought her closer to his height.

She was gorgeous...

...but Talbott could see that her mind was elsewhere.

“Judith?” The dark-skinned girl mentally shook her head, looking up to meet his gaze. 

“Y-Yes,” she quietly asked.

“Is everything alright? You seemed lost in thought,” Talbott said softly. Even with faint lighting, he could tell that the girl was blushing.

“Y-Yes, I'm fine. I just zoned out for a bit,” she said. Talbott knew her well known to know when she was lying, but he didn't look to push. He couldn't help to take in her features again. From her lovely eyes down to those soft lips. Judith seemed unnerved by his staring because it was her turn to break the silence that befell them.

“W-What?" Talbott blinked slowly as if he was waking up from a daze.

“I’m sorry, Judith. It’s just that...” Talbott trailed off for a moment, his heart hammering against his ribcage as he met those eyes again. The eyes of the person that he was falling in love with.

“You’re so beautiful, little bird,” he whispered, almost breathlessly. He watched as the girl ducked her head so the Ravenclaw wizard couldn’t see her face.

“T-There’s no need to l-lie to me just because it’s V-Valentine’s Day,” she mumbled. Talbott frowned upon hearing this. The pair stopped dancing.

“I’m serious, Judith. You’re really beautiful, no matter the day...” Judith shoved him away. Pale gold eyes looked up, glaring at avian Animagus. A small shiver ran down his spine as the scar covering her left eye intensified the effect of her glare.

“Have you lost your bloody mind?! Talbott, LOOK AT ME! This burn scar is hideous! It makes me look like a monster! No wizard in his right mind would think I’m...” Judith trailed off as if she couldn't bring herself to say the word. Red eyes narrowed as the young wizard stepped closer.

“That you’re what, Judith? That you’re beautiful? Gorgeous? Breathtaking? A literal angel on Earth?” Judith floundered to find a response as if Talbott stunned her with a spell. Taking the opportunity, Talbott grabbed Judith by the waist. Judith ducked her head.

“T-Talbott... d-don’t-”

“Don’t tell me how to feel, Judith. I refuse to hear you talk down about yourself when you’re so much more than your physical looks,” Talbott said firmly. A firm but gentle hand cupped the girl’s cheek, forcing her to meet her date’s eyes. The two stood in silence as Talbott’s thumb slowly swiped across Judith’s bottom lip.

“T-Talbott,” Judith whispered.

“Mmm... yes, little bird,” Talbott answered in kind. A sharp canine peaked from behind plump, glossy lips, biting down on the soft flesh of the lower lip. Talbott silently observed the small motion, feeling warmth blossom on his cheeks and inside his chest.

“K-Kiss me... p-please...”

That was all the wizard needed. Talbott didn't even remember closing the gap between them. All he remembered was suddenly feeling those sweet lips shyly moving against his. The tentative caresses of their lips coming together, hands pulling their bodies closer, the faint sound of hearts beating as one...

When they finally pulled away after what felt like forever, Talbott found himself looking at his little bird's eyes for what was the umpteenth time that night with a single thought on his mind.

'So this is love...'

"I can't believe Mama could ever believe that she was a monster. Monsters aren't lovable like her and she's plenty beautiful! That man at Flourish and Blotts last week wouldn't have been flirting with her if he thought she was ugly," Kendrick retorted, upset on his mother's behalf. Though Talbott could've gone without the memory of the man trying to hit on his wife. When he was less than three feet away. With their boys, one with her facial features and another with her eyes, sitting right next to engrossed in a book.

For God's sake, he was positive that the man didn't even bother to look at her left hand to find the gold diamond ring nestled on her ring finger.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was in his mother-in-law's place of work, he would've made a scene. Talbott has always been an overprotective and territorial man when it comes to his wife. He knew what kind of treasure he held for years. Any man would be blessed to have her and Talbott always felt blessed to be able to hold her fancy, becoming her boyfriend, later fiance, and now husband.

While he didn't deck the man, he did make a point to walk over to greet his wife with a lingering kiss on the lips before addressing the suddenly flustered man.

When the man scurried off, Judith lightly scolded her husband who didn't even look the slightest bit ashamed of what he had done. Bakari rolled his eyes at his dad's antics while Kendrick giggled endearingly. Even Madam Villanelle fondly shook her head with a small smile.

Before Talbott could reply, the blessed sound of the front door opening and closing signaled the arrival of his wife and her parents.

"Talbott, boys, I'm home," Judith called. Bakari and Kendrick tripped over themselves to rush to greet their mama. Just as Judith entered their study, two beings latched themselves onto her legs.

"Mama!" Judith laughed at the joyful cry her boys made, kneeling down to hug them.

"Hello, my little princes," she cooed lovingly, kissing their foreheads. Each boy was branded with the same lipstick that adorned the calendar.

"Happy anniversary, Mama," Bakari said with a grin. Judith raised a brow and looked at her husband. Talbott simply raised the old photo album as an answer. The 33-year-old year witch let out a laugh, squeezing her oldest.

"Thank you, my love. Why don't you two go see your grandparents in the living room? I'm sure your old grandpa would love to see you and your grandma brought a new book for you to look at."

"I may be 68, but I still heard that baby girl!" The Winger family laughed at the indignation heard in Kendrick Senior's voice. The two boys ran off to greet their grandparents as Judith walked over to her husband, gracefully making herself comfortable in his lap.

"Let me guess, Bakari went snooping in the storage room with no one there to watch him?' A nod.

"And Kendrick did nothing to stop him, not wanting to get caught up in his shenanigans?" Another nod.

"And he found the picture of us on our wedding day?" One last nod.

Judith let out a fond sigh.

"I've birthed a nosey fiend," she groaned, resting on Talbott's chest. Talbott chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"It's only going to get worse since he has you as a mother and David as a godfather." Now Talbott was laughing at the offended pout on Judith's face.

"I admit, it did lead to an interesting conversation. About our first kiss." Judith raised a brow.

"Which one," she asked, causing her husband to grin.

"Oh, just the one from when we were kids, our first date, and the night of the Valentine's Day Ball." Judith laughed.

"That's it? I'm surprised you didn't tell them about the others. They love it whenever you tell them stories about us growing up," she teased. Talbott only shrugged, picking up his wife like when she was a bride on their wedding day.

"We would've been here all night and if I remember correctly, we have a date tonight," he drawled as he walked out of the study to head to their bedroom. Judith giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You're definitely right. It's always nice to have time with each other whenever our anniversary comes around," she sighed blissfully. Judith looked up at her husband, who was already looking back at her with that same lovesick smile from when they were students at Hogwarts. Talbott leaned in to kiss her lips.

"Happy Anniversary, little bird," he whispered against her mouth. Judith returned the kiss with a small smile.

"Happy Anniversary, bird boy..." The two stared at each other for a few moments longer before the sound of something dropping broke the trance they were in. Kendrick and Villanelle were quietly laughing as their boys stared at them with gobsmacked expressions.

"DID WE JUST WITNESS THE FIRST KISS ON YOUR 11TH ANNIVERSARY?!" The two couples laughed at the boys' enthusiasm for witnessing their parents' love on their special day.

Life was good.

[pearbunny]

the bucket list ✘ [two]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was. 

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut. 

general warnings:  tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, overarching theme of mental health, eventual smut.

word count: ~4.2k 

chapter content: monologue, mc in her own head, anxious thoughts/tendencies, caffeine dependency, tattoo gun & needle, tattoos, Wooyoung (from ateez) makes an appearance, some(one?)'s catching feelings?

What the fuck did I just get myself into? 

You replayed the day’s events in your head. 

About two days ago, you were back home on your bedroom floor, reading an old leather bound notebook, the pages and its writings faded from age. This wasn’t the first time you’ve read the notebook, but this time, when you turned the page onto the bucket list, you felt compelled to look at it differently.  It wasn’t just a list. 

Take more risks. Be (a little) reckless. 

Could that really be classified as a bucket list item? Probably not, but it was on the list and for one reason or another, those words jumped out at you. 

Just like that, you decided that this was the last day you’d read through the bucket list without the intention to do anything about it. Bucket lists were made to be completed, or at least mostly completed. 

You looked through the list, found the most outrageous and reckless item. Travel to Korea. 

Within ten minutes, you convinced your boss to give you some time off, you booked a flight, found your passport—valid still, thankfully—, and had started packing. Usually, you were a planner. Your calendar app on your phone was linked to your personal laptop and your desktop at work. In addition to that, you had a planner you kept in your bag with color coded markers and stickers for certain kinds of appointments. If you weren’t running on the adrenaline of doing something spontaneous, you would have planned out your outfits for the next two weeks, you would have booked reservations at fancy restaurants you wanted to try, you definitely would have booked a hotel. 

Now, the adrenaline had worn off. You were staring at the ceiling, laying in a bed that wasn’t your own, in an apartment that belonged to a man you met barely 10 hours ago. 

What were your plans for tomorrow? In what order did you plan on accomplishing the bucket list? It wouldn’t make sense to travel to the countryside of Korea to see stars, come back into the City for something like an art exhibit at a popular museum, and then go back to the countryside to see the ocean. 

Also, there was the issue of money. It’s not like you could work somewhere, you were here on vacation, not a work Visa. And with the limited amount of money, you’d have to start researching some pretty inexpensive places to sleep at, especially if you wanted to use the money for traveling. 

Or maybe you could take an overnight bus. 

Let’s not forget about how not only did Jisung want to do this wild Bucket List with you, but you agreed to it. You knew nothing about him. This wasn’t the first time that the thought crossed your mind. 

How old was he? You assumed he was younger than you, but how much younger? Oh god, were you staying with someone barely 18? 'No, Y/N', you started thinking to yourself, 'He’s old enough to live alone... Which actually doesn’t necessarily mean he’s 18. There’s emancipation… Does that exist in Korea? '

Wait, but what if he was older than you? What if he just looked young? What if he was secretly two times your age? What if he was an older business man that expected you to accept his business proposal to act as his fiancé so that he could continue to run his family’s compa—  

This was insane. The whole thing was insane.

But you were so tired. 

So so tired.

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Your eyes blinked open and it took a couple of moments for them to focus on the door to the left of the bed. You groaned as you sat up, stretching your arms above your head earning yourself a yawn. You stepped into Jisung’s guest slippers and shuffled your way to the bathroom. On the way, you noticed that Jisung’s door was slightly ajar, letting his music come through to the living room, it sounded like a pop rock song you had heard once or twice before. 

Your thoughts of last night came back to you under the hot water of your shower, but unlike the night before, you had a good night’s rest. You were awake and hopefully, you could rationalize things better. Or at least not jump to conclusions. 

You breathed in the hot steam, letting it open your lungs up. 

You still had your phone, it’s not like you weren’t completely devoid of contact with the world back home. You had told your dad that you were going to Korea. Granted, you called him at the airport and granted he wasn’t too thrilled, once you had explained why you were going, that it was on the bucket list, he had understood. “Be safe,” he had said. “I’m only a call away. I’ll hop on the next plane to come get you,” and you knew he meant it.

You also did take a self-defense class if it ever came to that…

Despite all of that, something in your gut told you that Jisung was a genuine person. Sure he was a pretty smooth talker, but in between those suave comments, you could see he was thoughtful, sincere. There were moments when he seemed a little awkward and those small moments were what made you believe he was a good person. 

After your shower,  you peeked your head out of the bathroom door, checking to see if Jisung was still in his room. To your surprise, he was at the kitchen counter. You had forgotten a change of clothes and were just in a towel. 

Jisung tossed a glance over his shoulder, hearing the bathroom door open. He looked back quickly at the coffee he was brewing. “Uh, I made you coffee.” You could see the tips of his ears slowly turn pink. 

“I’ll be right out,” You quickly ran to the guest room, clutching the towel around you. 

You dressed yourself in a pair of blue denim jeans and gray long sleeve shirt that hung loosely off one shoulder that you had tucked into your jeans. You came back out of your room, hair in a towel.  

As soon as you opened the door, the strong aroma of coffee came to your nose. You breathed the smell in deeply and sat at the island, an almost dreamy expression on your face. “Thank you for this. I’ve got a bit of a caffeine dependency.” You brought the large mug towards you, surprised at how light in color was. “How’d you know?” 

He laughed and rubbed at his nose with the knuckle of his index finger. “Kind of hard to miss when you happen to be only the second person I know in my life that doesn’t drink regular americano’s.” 

You smiled sheepishly and brought the coffee to your lips. “Hmm, could be sweeter.” You joked and laughed at the deadpan expression on Jisung’s face. 

“Any plans for today?” He asks you, checking his schedule on his phone. “I talked to my boss and was able to get a couple days off. I’ll probably have to work one shift since I made a deal with another coworker before I get the rest of the days off.” 

“I was thinking of seeing what the most logistical way to do the bucket list was. I was thinking of doing everything I can in the city first, then for more nature-like goals, I can take an overnight bus to the country! That way, I would spend less money on hotels for this whole entire trip. Which, again, thank you for letting me stay here, it’s honestly helping out financially. But you really don’t have to come with me for the whole two weeks, especially if it interferes with work.” 

He couldn’t help but crack a smile at your rambling, then took a sip of his americano. “Well seems like someone got some good rest in.” 

“Yeah, I did… why?” You raised a brow at him. That smile of his seemed like he had something else to add on. 

“Well,” he placed his cup back down and crossed an arm over his torso, biting on the tip of his thumb. He was holding back a chuckle. “I tried waking you up a couple of times.” 

Your eyes widened, “A couple of times?”

Jisung nodded, looking at the clock on the wall behind you. “Y/N… It’s already 6:30 in the evening.” 

“6:30?!” Your head whipped around to look at the clock, your towel falling off your head. You hopped out of your chair and speed-walked back to your room, careful not to spill your coffee on the way. “I only have two weeks here, Jisung!” You yelled at him from the floor in your room as you dug through your makeup bag. 

He followed you up until the doorway, where he just stood and watched. You turned your attention to him  from your reflection, “Jisung! Don’t just stand there; the book!” You pointed at the notebook on the desk. 

Jisung scrambled through the doorway and grabbed the journal, sitting on the floor. “Um, what am I looking for?” 

“It should be towards the end, it says ‘My Bucket List’, it’s in cursive.” 

Jisung squinted his eyes, “You realize that even people who know English as their first language can barely read cursi— Found it!” He was carefully turning the pages. “This book looks pretty old.” 

You shot him a glance in the middle of applying mascara on your lashes. You raised a playful brow and scoffed at him, “Are you calling me old?”

“What? No? No!” He stammered, clearly caught off guard by the accusation. “Of course not!”. He got on his knees and started to crawl towards you, pointing at an item on the bucket, “Well, you could have breakfast for dinner since you woke up so late.”   

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm lightheartedly. 

“Okay, well then, what about Get a Tattoo?” 

You finally finished with your makeup. You put your nearly dry hair up in a messy bun. You chugged the rest of your coffee, placed the mug on the floor and clapped your hands together. “Alright, let’s do this!” 

The loud hum of vibrating needles sounded over the hip hop track playing from the shop’s speakers. You were sitting on a couch, waiting while Jisung was dealing with the shop’s receptionist and gathering all the paperwork. Your right knee started bouncing, anxiety creeping in. 

He joined you back on the couch and placed a clipboard in your hands. “Okay, so… Name, date of birth, phone number, they said you could skip address, and terms and conditions yada yada, just check the box.” 

You smiled weekly at him, grabbing the pen attached to the clipboard and filling it out to the best of your abilities. “Thanks.” 

“Are you excited?” Jisung adjusts the gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, pushing them up by the bottom of the frames. 

“Umm… I don’t know if that’s the word I would choose.” You started clicking the pen in your hands. Maybe the coffee wasn’t the best idea. 

“Okay,” he placed a hand on top of yours, prying the pen away. He took the clipboard and placed it on the coffee table in front of you both. “You’re nervous, I can see that now.” He chuckled softly, his brows knitting together. 

“Tattoos are permanent.” 

Jisung nods at you slowly, “I mean… yes. They are. But you’re not planning to get a whole sleeve… right?” 

You shook your head and if you weren’t so nervous, you would have laughed. Instead, you were too focused on the ache in your stomach, the clamminess of your palms. “No! Not that there’s anything wrong with sleeves, but that would be something I preferred to be more… thought out.” 

A man came in, tall, strong square jaw, and a slit in his right brow. His hair was jet black, parted in the middle and styled so that some of his hair fell just past his eyebrows. “Hi, y/n?” 

You stood up and took the clipboard with you in your hands. “Yes, that’s me.” 

“This way ‘round back.” The man steps aside to let you through. His eyes hold your own for a beat longer than normal. It causes a blush to adorn your cheeks. Jisung was right behind you and offered a tight lipped smile at the other man. 

“I’m Wooyoung. I’ll be tattooing you today.” He sits on a stool with wheels attached to the legs, allowing him to scoot around to what looked like his work desk. You took a seat on the padded tattoo table and handed Wooyoung the clipboard with your information on it while Jisung leaned on a wall opposite of you. 

“So, what are we thinking of getting today? Matching tattoos for the both of you?” Woo young looks over the forms. “Oh, just you today? Nothing for your boyfriend?” 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you laugh softly, hiding it behind your hand. 

“Oh?” Wooyoung raises a brow at you. 

The tips of your ears reddened. You weren’t used to the attention. 

Jisung clears his throat, “Have you decided on a design, y/n?” 

You shook your head, “I still have no clue.”

Wooyoung looks you up and down, chewing on his bottom lip. “Okay, how big are we thinking?” 

You held up your index finger and thumb, extending them out as far as you could go, “No bigger than this.” 

Wooyoung nodded and grabbed a piece of tattoo transfer paper and sketched out the general size that you requested. “Any idea where you want it?” 

You shook your head again. “No… not really.” 

Wooyoung laughed with his whole chest, “Well, I guess this isn’t the first time someone’s come in here without much of a plan.” He took out his laptop and positioned it to show both you and Jisung the screen, scrolling through his portfolio. “Something sexy, something cute?”

“A little bit of both?” The words came out of your lips before you could really think it through. It surprised you, you always thought of yourself as getting a very minimalistic micro tattoo on your wrist. 

Jisung shifts his weight, arms crossed in contemplation. “Well, how visible do you want it?”

“I wouldn’t mind if it was hidden.” You took your hair down from the bun and tried to comb out the dent that the scrunchie left. 

“Okay, how about your sternum?” Wooyoung formed a rectangle with his hands and placed them against the center of his chest. “Kinda’ sexy, you can show it off whenever you want.” 

Your eyes glanced at Jisung, as if you’re looking for his approval. He raises his eyebrows at you and shrugs his shoulders. “This is all you. Whatever you get will look great though.”

Wooyoung’s eyes darted back and forth between you and Jisung. “You guys sure you’re not dating?” 

Jisung shook his head and smiled nervously. “We actually just met yesterday.” 

Wooyoung shrugs. “Never stopped me.” He said it under his breath, and judging by the look on his face, he was joking. Or at least half joking. 

“Anyway,” you take your hair down from its bun and attempt to comb the dent the scrunchie left. “I’m going to pass on the sternum.” 

Jisung pushed himself off the wall he was leaning, his eyes focused on you. “What about your neck?” 

Wooyoung scoffed, “She said she wanted it hidden, dude. That’s kind of the opposite.” 

“No, not like on the side. I mean like behind her neck.” He came behind you and gently gathered your hair, placing it over your shoulder. You held your hair out of the way, letting him see the nape of your neck. Jisung  grazed his fingers over your skin, a light, feather-like touch sending tingles down your spine, causing you to straighten up in your seat. “Something small. It would compliment how delicate your neck is.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. 

For a moment, you forgot how to speak in complete sentences. “Y-yeah, that sounds… great.”  

Jisung stepped back and took a seat on a similar stool to Wooyoung’s, sliding it over to sit next to you. The difference in height of your seats made it impossible for you to look him in the eye, you could only see the top of his head which you were thankful for. The blush was back adorning your cheeks and — when did it get so hot in here?

“Okay. No bigger than 10 centimeters, something delicate… Maybe fine line, then?” Wooyoung ponders for a bit, then places his pencil on paper. “Okay, let me draft a couple of things up and you can decide after seeing them. ” 

Jisung turns to you and places a hand on your knee. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Nervous. Excited.” You answered truthfully. There was a part of you that was a little afraid. You’d always wanted a tattoo, but the situation being played out right now was not at all the way you envisioned getting your first one. The other part of you? There was something thrilling about not having to mull over a decision for at least 3 months, not having to put it into your calendars, not having to ask for your friends’ opinions. It was thrilling living in the moment. 

“Okay, take a look at these.” Wooyoung showed you three options, all really simple and delicate. The first consisted of two small butterflies in motion, offset by a couple of centimeters to create a more dynamic look. The second was of a star, or what looked more like the twinkle of a star, not the typical 5 point star you’d draw as a kid. The third was of a single elongated rose stem. 

You held all three in your hands, looking over them carefully. Then, you showed them to Jisung at your side. “What do you think?” 

You focused on his eyes which were scanning the drawings carefully. Your eyes traveled down to his mouth when you caught the minuscule movement of his teeth biting on the corner of his bottom lip in thought.

“I like this one.” His hands grabbed the one in the center, the second one, and you looked back towards it. 

“I like that one, too.” And you did. You were going to choose it anyway, to be honest, but for some reason you valued his opinion on this. 

You sat against the tattoo chair that looked like an elevated massage chair. Your face pressed on the cushion that had a hole in the middle. Your hair was up in a ponytail and out of the way so that Wooyoung could tattoo the back of your neck. 

Jisung was in front of you, squatting so that you were both eye level with each other. He was holding your hand, something for you to squeeze for when it got painful. 

“Sorry,” you murmured, shutting your eyes. “If my hands are sweaty I mean.”

Jisung snorted in an attempt to stifle his laugh. “Eh, it’s okay. I’ve held sweatier hands.” 

If your eyes were open, you would have rolled them. 

Behind you, you heard Wooyoung’s tattoo gun turn on, giving off a high pitched vibration. “You ready?” He asked. He placed a gloved hand on a certain part of your neck. “I’m going to start right here. Just letting you know where to expect the poke.” 

“Poke?” You could almost laugh. A tiny needle stabbing into your skin wasn’t exactly just a poke. 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung said casually, shrugging his shoulders with a chuckle. “Just a poke. A lot of ‘just a pokes’.” You felt him hold the skin on your neck taut and he was about to start when he pulled back. “Also, try not to move your head. And relax. All of those things at the same time. You got it.” 

You opened your eyes and gave Jisung an incredulous look. 

This time, Jisung laughs. “Yeah, you got it.” 

“Here we go.” Wooyoung warned. Once the needle sunk into your skin, you shut your eyes and tried to focus on keeping still, keeping relaxed. You bit your lip to muffle the groan of pain. 

Jisung gently squeezed your hand, seeing your face contort in pain. You squeezed back gently, trying to keep your body from tensing up. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, trying to soothe your discomfort away. 

After some time, Jisung squeezed your hand once, trying to get your attention on him.“You regretting it yet?” 

You were thankful for his attempt to keep it light hearted. You laughed and opened one eye, wincing through the scratching sensation on your neck. “Not yet, but this better be fucking cute when you’re done, Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung snickered and rolled his eyes as he wiped away the blood and ink so that he could see what he was doing. “We’re almost done.” He went back to work, not once taking his eyes off of what was in front of him. “What about you, Jisung. Do you have any tattoos?”

Jisung pauses, contemplating sharing that detail of himself. He scratches the back of his neck as a nervous smile plays on his lips. “Yeah. One.” 

“You do? Where?” You don’t remember seeing a tattoo in all the 30ish hours you’d spent with him. A chunk of it was spent asleep, but it’s not like you didn’t notice the tone of his arms, the curvature of his neck, the strength of his calves. 

“My back,” Jisung said casually. When you didn’t say anything, he continued on. “It’s just an abstract line that goes down my spine.” He shrugs his shoulders. 

For a second, you wanted to say ‘Can I see it?’ But thankfully, those were just thoughts and those thoughts would stay with you. ‘Cause that would be weird, right?

“All done,” Wooyoung did his final wipe on your neck. “Let me just clean it up.” He squirted some kind of solution onto your neck and cleaned up the tattoo, then handed you a mirror. “Check it out!” 

You let go of Jisung’s hand and grabbed the mirror from Wooyoung. You made your way over to the full length mirror at the far end of the room. Both Wooyoung and Jisung followed you, waiting for your reaction. You positioned your back to the full length mirror and held up the hand mirror to your face, angling it so that you could see the back of your neck and your new tattoo. 

There was a negative space at the center of the star, eight lines branching out from it. The longest line was the one on the bottom, longer than its top counter-part by six times. The line tapered off until it was just a dotted line. The four diagonal lines were not symmetrical with each other which gave off the illusion of movement.  It was delicate, it was minimalistic, and it was just what both Jisung and Wooyoung had said it would be: cute, but a little sexy. It gave you some sort of new found confidence. 

“I love it!” 

“Glad you do!” Wooyoung took the hand mirror from you and put it on a tray beside the table. He grabbed a tub of what you assumed was ointment and smeared it on your tattoo. After spreading it out, he patched it up in a protective clear plastic-like wrap. “You can take the wrap off in two days to let the tattoo breathe. Clean hands. Mild Soap. Moisturize with an unscented lotion. If it scabs or gets itchy, don’t pick or scratch at it.” 

You nodded, listening to all the instructions Wooyoung gave you. “Got it.”

Wooyoung hands you a rectangular card. “If you have any questions, you can call me.”  He points at his number on the business card. “My socials are on there, too.” He gives you a playful and attractive smirk then runs his hand through his hair. “Or… You could probably ask Jisung since he’s gotten a tattoo before.” 

You look at the card in your hand before putting it in your purse. “Thanks. If anything comes up, I’ll let you know.” 

By the time you two stepped out of the tattoo shop, it had gotten pretty late. The street lights overhead and the neon signs of the stores and restaurants around were lit up, making the small alleys and streets come alive with all the different colors. 

You smiled brightly up at Jisung and spun on your heel, lifting your ponytail over to the front of your face to show him your new tattoo again. “What do you think? You like?” You were so excited you almost sang the words. 

Jisung tilted his head with a lazy smile on his lips, one that tugged at one corner of his mouth more than the other. He approached you from behind and took your ponytail from over your face, placing it neatly back in place. He tugged at your ponytail very gently in a teasing manner. 

“Yeah, I do like.” 

Before you could turn around to face him, he had stepped around you and continued walking down the street without you. “Let’s go find some dinner.”

If you paid attention, you would have noticed the tips of his ears had turned a bright pink. 

author's notes: I want to thank every single person who has left a like or a has reblogged either the first chapter or the masterlist so far. I haven't been very active in the fandom at all and I never expected anything I did to garner as much interest as it has already. ANYWAY. Might do a lil moodboard for chapters at somepoint. lmk if that's something that would interest anyone. also flirting is hard, writing two people flirting is harder.

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[threadsun]

Ooorrr maybe I just suck at lying so AHA! GOT YOU THERE! Gotta use those breathing exercises to make sure I can focus typing so I don’t think I COULD lie if I wanted to. I’m just THAT confident that’d I’d win~ Or maybe I am lying and don’t want to admit that your words are affecting a lot more than I say. That I’d rather just submit because it would feel so nice to be used and manhandled like you said, to let my mind break~ But then again, you’d never know it because I’m just that good at hiding it~ ;P Oh well, such a shame! I feel like pain and pleasure go hand-in-hand the same way that praise and degradation do, so of course it’d make sense that if I actually WANTED to submit, then I’d try to withstand as much pain as possible. I easily bruise and my pain tolerance is super low so it’s not hard to make me yelp, but that’s only if you can get me down. I guess I’ll just have to get closer, won’t I~? 😜

In any case, I’m going to just add that punishment to the VERY small list of punishments that actually work so thank you for enlightening not only that, but for me being a brat too. Taking notes here lol.

!!! I’M LOVING YOUR THEORY!!! See, I just FINALLY started looking at the other characters more deeply (ghost tiddies were distracting me for a long while) so I haven’t been able to put anything cohesive together yet. Your theory on Ian’s mother planting seeds of doubt in his head seems like the most realistic reason as to why he may have cheated. Like you said, she’s not above sending people to stalk him just to gain leverage over his emotional and mental state so if she disapproves of M/C, then I can see her trying to split them apart. Definitely a lot more in character for Ian than what I said! I swear this is why I love discussing theories with others instead of trying to figure it out all on my own. I definitely don’t see him cheating just cause, so having a more solid foundation to build off of is nice.

Hey! I like Joesph in uniform too, no shame here! But like, fireman Joesph getting you a collar that you must wear at ALL times, no exceptions. Having to walk around on all fours while Joesph parades you through the firehouse leash in hand. “Good puppies don’t speak for their treats, they bark for them. Don’t you want a treat, doll?” Joesph slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, his form intimidating from this angle. He bites his lip as he peers down at you.

“Then beg for it~”

AHHHH! Listen, I’m not super into petplay but I’d bark repeatedly at this man, I swear! 🥴 But holy shoot, going for a fireman AU overall for all of them? Can I buy one of those pin-up charity calendars from their firehouse?

YUS! Imma be like a hawk and lazer focus on that bad boi when it drops. 😂 Oh! I think I remember reading about the herbal cigarettes on your page! But ooooo, what do they usually smell like? 😗 I’m all about those scents and perfumes which speaking of, I imagine that Joesph would smell like the cologne Obsession and Jack would be more of fresh, gourmand smell, maybe even citrus, but I can’t pinpoint an exact fragrance.

Also, waxplay? Holy hell that sounds extremely hot from how you described it (no pun intended)!

-🎃

Awwww so cute~ It's okay, I'd let you have your fun before I broke you. I'd let you believe you're a true brat, only to show you that deep down you're really just a needy little masochist. And then we'd have plenty of fun seeing just how nicely you bruise! But as you said, you'll have to get closer first. I'll tease anyone, but I'll only put real effort in for money or friends~ Can't just go around giving away the goods for free, you know. No matter how tempting it is to take my sadistic urges out on a silly little vocal brat...

I've been thinking about it for a long time now because the cheating just seemed so... out of left field? I guess? But then I realised it's only surprising if you assume he did it for fun. A lot of people seem to think he takes mc for granted, but throughout the Afterlife we see him over and over again being thankful for their presence and not considering himself worthy of them. But what we also see is some of the lengths to which his mother will go to make him be who she wants him to be. And given that we know mc is the one who's helping Ian cut her out of his life, it's no surprise she'd want to break them up. idk I just think it makes more sense with Ian's character than just like... he felt like cheating and assumed they'd forgive him?

😳 Joseph introducing you to all of the guys as the stations new pet, making you greet them on all fours and letting them know you're free for any of them to use when they need to blow off a little steam~

Ooooh yesssss they absolutely make those firefighter pin up calendars and I would order a hundred of them!! The real question is would they do "sexy firefighters with kittens/puppies" calendars as well? Cause those would be hot and cute!!

>:3c Joseph is gonna get his whole life ruined and it'll be beautiful~ Yeah, herbal cigarettes are cool cause they just smell kinda like burning herbs/flowers. So like floral or herby and smoky too! Like when people burn lavender and stuff! But yeah, I can imagine Ian smelling like them because I feel like there's a lot of pressure for actors to smoke but he wouldn't want nicotine or weed. Joseph definitely smells like Obsession!! And yeah, I could see Jack smelling of grapefruit tbh.

Waxplay is very fun!! And hot, it's fun to watch someone squirm while hot wax drips on them >:3c

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Do you have any fics in the works? Tell us about them!Looking forward to any other writer's upcoming fics? Tell us about them too!

My wip folder is never empty, darling. I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing to say it, given the number of unfinished works I have there, but oh well...

I haven't had much time to write. You know... real life, bills, family, more bills... 😵 and of course I procrastinate a lot (I blame Netflix Brasil for getting Downton Abbey and all the Turkish diziler I find online 🤦🏻‍♀️). But I write sometimes. Not every day. Not most days of the week as I used to do before. But I'm still writing.

The one wip I'm actually half way through is a Hamid x MC xmas fic. I know you're thinking "but it's almost February! And Prince Hamid is Muslim!" and you're right. But Daphne is Christian, very fond of Christmas, Hamid loves a nice social gathering and finding any reason to tease his favorite girl and we do not follow the real life calendars in here, so why not?

Among the series I write, earlier this month I was working on Meant To Be (Desire & Decorum modern day AU) chapter... 27? (I lost count... 🙈) Anyway, I think the next two chapters will finally explain why I label it as a Soulmates AU. There's a Sinclaire and Daphne awkward scene here, a little Sinclaire x Alisha moment there... But nothing too dramatic for now.

There's also Jade and Liam's For The World to Know. Tbh I have no idea what chapter I am (I'm getting super lazy on this because Tumblr and AO3 count the chapters automatically for me 😅). They're just a couple of weeks away from the wedding, they're getting joint a bachelor and bachelorette party, there's some heart to heart talk with Hana (these girls need it), Leo is joining them in Vegas (and we all know he often brings drama) and there's Drake situation to be solved. I'm close to reaching the end of FTWTK and I wish I could really start Happily Ever After (instead of just posting a few one shots of them married) because I've been daydreaming about the plot for years (the story will be soooooo good, ugh!), but I don't know... If I managed to finish FTWTK (or just The Fives Stages since there's only two more chapters left), I'll take it as a win.

Last year, I also remembered I never finished my Bloodbound series. A while ago, I got a comment on AO3 from someone who wanted me to extend the series and I thought about doing it, but at this point I wouldn't know how to do it. I'd probably have to create a new plot since the one I started back then is nearly solved. But that would demand time to replay Bloodbound to find inspiration and, unluckily, that's something I don't have lately. I started planning a chapter with Adrian x OC (any Adrian stans still out there?), then I'll write one more chapter to wrap it up.

There are other Desire & Decorum AUs and a TRR AU, but I haven't touched those wips in months... I rather not make any promises regarding any of those stories for now.

Other than that, there are a few one shots planned:

A Thomas Mendez x Ayla (+ Stephanie and Luz) inspired by one of my favorite Brazilian memes and a scene of a 2010 romcom. I can't explain why I'm doing this... The muse wants what the muse wants 😂

A few ficlets (or short stories, depending on how inspired I am when I actually sit down to write) to answer some OTP asks for Hamid x Daphne and Nate x Stella (TWC). I was debating if I'd include Liam x Jade, but I might give away the plot of Happily Ever After in one of the questions, so nope 😅

When it comes to other people's stuff, I don't know... I'm not super active on Choices (or any fandom, for that matter) and I'm not familiar with most of the fandom and what people have been writing lately. I do have my faves (@missameliep @lilyoffandoms @storyofmychoices @princess-geek @noesapphic ) and they still write from time to time, but I'm not going to pester them for new fics. They have their own lives and write whenever they can. As a fan of their work, I respect their writing pace and I'm simply glad they're still here.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

[victorluvsalice]

Happy Smiler Creation Day!

The first date on my Valice(r) Calendar, the date that I first created a version of Smiler Always in Sims 4, and thus the general look for my OC Smiler Alton and all their various variants across the multiverse! Coincidentally, I’ve actually been doing some testing with Smilers in a couple of different “test saves” in the game recently, figuring out the best way to get a human Smiler Sim in case I want a version who isn’t a vampire for some reason, and making up some new outfits for them just for funsies. So I figured, might as well share all that with you today! :)

First up, the result of me putting Smiler into a save and then downloading a room from the Gallery which had the vampire cure drink in it, putting it on their lot, and having them drink it. What happened was, because their yellow eyes are a vampire-only feature in-game, even though I was using them on their “regular” form, they went away after they were cured. I decided I might as well take the opportunity to decide on their natural eye color, and this was the shade of green that spoke to me.

. . .if you think Smiler looks weird with a natural eye color, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. XD I dunno what it is, but it’s just -- OFF.

For reference, here’s a shot of a regular Smiler -- I think the difference is mainly that the yellow eyes I picked glow, so the sudden lack of extra shadows around them throws me. Fortunately, in a second “test save” (in which I just went ahead and created a full Valicer set for my library), I discovered that using MC Command Center to turn them human keeps their yellow eyes, so that’s almost certainly the method I’ll use for all future Smiler humanizings.

Onto the outfits! Here’s one I made for my “naturally cured” Smiler while looking for an outfit that might fit them for that Blades in the Dark-inspired AU I keep poking at (really need to do a proper post on that). I’m not QUITE sure it’s right yet, but I like that vest and its purple pocket square for Smiler!

Here’s a “classic” Smiler look that ended up getting deleted/overwritten in my Chill Save (I believe the “Smiler hoodie” outfit is now in its slot), so I wasn’t sure if you guys had seen it or not! Naturally, I tend to favor yellow with Smiler’s clothes, and I like the video game feel of this one, since it went well with The Smiler being so tech-themed.

I stumbled across this sweater/sweatshirt thing while doing outfits for my MC Command Center Cured Smiler and immediately liked it -- can’t go wrong with yellow and black! As this was just a “hanging around the house being comfy” look, I paired it with the purple pajama pants and some yellow slippers. :p

Another yellow-and-black sweater that I liked while poking around the various outfit categories, and some very wild pants that I thought they’d enjoy. Part of the fun of dressing Smiler is knowing they don’t particularly care about getting too matchy. XD Though I don’t think this particular combo is too horrible.

I found this shiny formal outfit and HAD to get it for them. XD I just like the dramatic contrast between the shimmery yellow jacket and the pitch-black pants. XD Gave Smiler some dramatic eye makeup to go with it too!

Some Vampires clothes that make for another good formal outfit -- I really like that purple vest (and hey, I just noticed it has a yellow tie!), and the pants with the faded yellow pattern are great. :D And still got the dramatic eye makeup going with it!

Probably Smiler’s most “normal” outfit, this was out of a desire to use those purple PJ pants for actual PJs and actually go with a solid purple theme for once instead of mixing it with yellow. I like it a lot. . .which makes sense because these actually look a lot like some of my OWN pajamas. XD

The return of the yellow vest, this time paired with yellow pants and brownish-yellow sneakers! The idea was that this was for a party that wasn’t exactly FORMAL but also wasn’t full casual. Think the pants are a bit muddy in the color, but it’ll do.

Again, a shiny formal outfit in yellow with a black shirt was a must-get. XD Smiler will sparkle at any given opportunity, thank you. Paired with a nice top hat and some black -- sneakers? Obviously they haven’t full committed to formal with this one. XD

A Smiler to illustrate my Christmas headcanon about them loving ugly sweaters and Christmas tat! I actually had my choice of ugly sweaters between the free “holiday” pack and Seasons, but I ended up going with this freezer-bunny-themed one because it was the right color scheme. XD Pair with a different set of PJ pants, slippers, and a knit Rudolph hat, and Smiler is ready to celebrate the season!

And finally, a quick shot from my Chill Save Smiler themselves, because I don’t think I’ve ever shown you their main formal outfit. Yes, full tux and tails just because that one had the yellow. XD And white and gold shoes, because who wants to match their shoes to their pants? :P

So yes, that is the Smiler Look Book for the day. XD Hope you enjoyed! Happy Creation Day, buddy!

[moonyistired]

so if you're in the undertale selfship fandom you know about harems and anti harems, but get ready for my completely original idea tm: anti anti harem

y'know the deal. ramble under the read more

you know the deal. four to five pairs of AU skelebros all in one house. they're all dating this one girl.

except she's genuinely nice and a good friend of the MC and the MC lives with them cause c'mon with all those people in one house the rent is gonna be unmatched, and they're all pretty decent friends. also MC is online dating napstablook.

I TRICKED YOU THIS WAS ACTUALLY ALL A PLOY FOR ME TO WRITE NAPSTABLOOK FANFIC!!

CHERISH THE GHOST. SMOOCH THE GHOST.

anyways, random fanfic thoughts:

skeletons' SO sitting in the kitchen table with a notebook and a calendar absolutely devastated because she has more boyfriends than there are days in the week but she doesn't want any of them to feel left out

MC plays an electric violin cause i really like violin music and have recently discovered that electric violins are indeed a thing and they look awesome. also i'll cause everyone psychic damage by making them play dance of thorns with it.

blooky struggles with whether or not finding a physical body would be a good idea because they do really prefer being a ghost but also they want to be able to hug and kiss MC when they meet in person

also i need to design a body for the ruins ghost. all the cousins must be reunited. i'm thinking like a plushie body. they yearn for the cotton.

alternatively: much like skeletons' SO dates all of the skelebros (who refer to each other as 'cousins' despite the fact that they are obviously just the same two people multiple times), MC may date all of the ghost cousins so i can make a really stupid joke (duo of cousinfuckers)

was kinda thinking about MC and napstablook having met in an online game. maybe i could make it so napstablook's physical body is modeled after their online avatar.

anyways i really don't see napstablook having a *permanent* physical body like- ever. they'd really just be possessing something (most likely a robot cause that's just a classic) and then leaving when it wasn't needed anymore. physical body is for smooches and hugs and ghost body is for everything else

[spiderling-space]

I said this just as a passing thought but then I wanted to explore it more so I divided into 4 parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

MC is poor and Crowley doesn’t give them enough money to compensate what they need and desire. There ain’t a good place with good working conditions for them as well. But New Year is coming and the need for new year’s calendar is rising. So MC borrows money from Kalim as the capital for creating homemade calendars. But regular calendars won’t bring much money so MC is going to take suggestive and sexy photos for each month just like those sexy firemen or bikini model calendars and sell them. All students minus Ortho who isn’t included are assumed to be +18.

♠️♥️Heartslabyul♦️♣️

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle isn’t aware of (Y/N)’s calendar until he sees Heartslabyul students have the same thing on their hands. As a prefect he needs to know what his dorm up to.

This is the first time Riddle is seeing something such as this. He is shocked and embarrassed for seeing such pictures of (Y/N) on calendar.

He goes straight to Ramshackle to say this is against the rules  but (Y/N) wins the argument by saying they are wearing clothes and they are selling self made products which isn’t against the rules of NRC.

Riddle is defeated but he can’t give up. He buys every copy of the calendar (Y/N) has at the moment, thinking that it will be the end of it and goes back to Heartslabyul, ordering everyone to bring the calendars to him. Riddle is going to destroy those calendars once he has them all and thinks it has ended. He doesn’t look at them out of respect.

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Trey Clover

Trey wasn’t expecting this out of (Y/N) yet he acts as if it is normal.

He is going to buy one calendar, saying that he wants to support (Y/N) and it is better than just donating money. He doesn’t even take a peak in the calendar as soon as he buys it. No one sees him flip a page at all. Yet he still doesn’t dispose of it.

Cater has never seen Trey open the calendar despite sharing a room but the calendar stays right in the drawer of his night table.

No one is aware that Trey looks through the calendar when he is all alone, enjoying each picture thoroughly.

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Cater Diamond

Cater didn’t see it coming but he ain’t complaining.

He thinks this calendar would be quite popular in NRC since he is aware how many people lust after (Y/N). He personally finds (Y/N) alluring but the main reason why he is the first one to buy is that he wants to post it on Magicam and start the trend. 

When he buys it, he takes a selfie with him holding the calendar and post it on Magicam with #HappyNewYear #(Y/N)sCalendar #TheBestCalendar #WillStartUsingCalendars and tags (Y/N).

Cater doesn’t check out the calendar until he gets back to his dorm and answers all the questions under his Magicam post and enjoys the number of likes. After he is done with it, he examines all the pictures of (Y/N), appreciating their body in every way he can. Of course, he will wash his hands after that. He hopes (Y/N) will post pictures like that on Magicam too.

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Ace Trappola

Ace didn’t know (Y/N) would make calendars such as that. He has seen similar things because of his brother but didn’t understand the need to buy something like that since he can find them online for free until (Y/N)’s calendar.

He teases (Y/N), saying that they are doing it to be popular and they are hiding high quality merchandise under those clothes. He buys one and says he is buying it to help (Y/N) earn money then he disappears through the day.

All of his roommates, including Deuce, knows Ace’s purposes with the calendar as he doesn’t hide it. They have seen Ace taking it to the bathroom with him and staying longer than necessary but no one will tell (Y/N) about this.

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Deuce Spade

Deuce isn’t aware what type of calendar it is at first and buys one for himself and for his mother. He sends one of them to his mother with cargo before checking out the calendar. 

He tells this to Ace who snickers and tells him to check out the calendar. When he sees the pictures in it, his cheeks flare and he can’t function for a few moments and can’t make a complete sentence.

When he comes back to his senses, he immediately checks out his cargo status. If it isn’t delivered yet, he tires to cancel it. If it is delivered ot he can’t cancel it, he calls his mother and basically begs her to not open the cargo.

After that matter is settled, Deuce can again focus on his calendar. He thinks of returning it but he thinks it would be rude of him so he keeps it. He doesn’t look at it much but time to time he can’t help himself. 

Deuce can’t look (Y/N) in the face every time he checks out the calendar.

🦁Savanaclaw🐾

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona has seen similar things before. He may be the second prince but no one can deny how handsome he looks. He has received certain pictures from people who crushed on him too.

He didn’t expect the Herbivore to be this brave and bold enough to make a calendar with daring pictures. It peaked his curiosity but he is too lazy to go and buy himself and he would rather sleep so he sends Ruggie to fetch him one.

He looks at the calendar before sleeping and has vivid dream based on those pictures. After that he will continue to check out the pictures just before sleeping for sweet dreams.

Leona is going to tease (Y/N) about what they had done as well and if they wanted to work and want to wear those clothes, they could have asked him.

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Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie hadn’t have money to spend on products such as that before since he is poor and his priority is to get his and his family’s primary needs. However, he is perfectly aware what type of calendar (Y/N) had made.

When Leona tells him to fetch one, he buys an extra for himself. He wanted to see what the all fuzz was about and he does not regret it. He didn’t know (Y/N) had that in them.

Ruggie is going to tease them about this as well. Everyone in the Savanaclaw have better senses than humans so their walls are thicker than other dorms so that the students can have their private time. Ruggie has never been more appreciative of this ever before.

Ruggie later on will ask how much (Y/N) has earned. When he finds out their profit, he will think of doing one for himself next year ans swim in the cash.

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Jack Howl

Jack thought it was just an harmless looking calendar so he bought one for his entire family and thought he would send them on New Year as new year present thanks to the fast cargos.

Luckily for him, he is curious enough to check the calendar before he sent them. He is embarrassed to see (Y/N) wearing so little clothing and in certain positions. He can’t talk with (Y/N) for days after seeing their suggestive pictures.

He tries to deny what those pictures evoked in him and he is almost successful but he can’t ignore it. He thinks he needs advice about it but he is embarrassed to ask his parents so he asks advice from his upperclassmen Ruggie whom he sees as big brother and Leona whom he admires.

Jack will keep his and the extra calendars in his room in his closet. He doesn’t want to give them to others and at the same time he doesn’t want to throw them away, thinking that (Y/N) would see it as disrespectful.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hello, this is for the twst monster au. If taking this rn. If not you can ignore.

How would monster boys react to a forgetful mc? For example

Mc falling asleep, forgetting that they have food in the stove and or on the stovetop.

Or

Mc was going to tell a teacher about an allergy, only to forget about it that moment they get to said teacher's door, And then eats said food, they’re allergic to and when they Pass out. The moment they wake up gets asked why they didn't tell anyone, and they weirdly yet cheerful say they forgot about it.

You ever get up to do something, but the moment you walk through a door you completely forget what you were doing? Or perhaps you were doing laundry and got distracted to the point you forgot to put them in...the dryer...MY LAUNDRY!!!! D8

Anyway, it's easy to be forgetful or even space out at times. It happens to the best of us, though some more than others! Combine this with a human in a monster world? This should be interesting! Let's take a peek at the shenanigans then, shall we~? >wÓ

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"Gah!! Yuu! What the hell, you left the stove on--holy-!? The fire burned a hole through the pot, what the hell?!"

"Oh...oops..."

"Whadya mean 'oops'?! Did you see how big that fire got!?"

"Sorry! There was water in it, I swear! I just...forgot I had put it on the stove, heh..."

Great Merciful Seven, Yuu, your friends nearly got heart failure at the sight of the fire in Ramshackle's kitchen! The way you laughed at your own blunder despite the clear danger it would have caused making them worry more than not. According to the Ramshackle ghosts though, this wasn't the first time their forgetful nature came into play--though it was quite possibly the most dangerous incident!

Needless to say, the moment the other dorm leaders found out what happened, Yuu and Grim were sent quite a few invites each night, and whenever they declined they were surprised to find one or more of their friends visiting to help with preparation. At least the company was nice, and there weren't anymore kitchen fires! And someone brought a fire extinguisher--how thoughtful!

Since then, the others have started noticing just how...forgetful Yuu really is. Keys? Sure, everyone loses them on occasion. Books? A little trickier to miss, but it can still happen. Laundry still out on the line when a storm hits? Well, okay, but at least Yuu has friends that can use magic so no soggy clothes for long! Food allergies? Well...

"Why didn't you tell us you were allergic to that?!"

"I was going to tell the teacher this morning but I forgot when the bell rang for class! I didn't want to be late..."

Good grief, that was a close one! It was lucky that someone was able to recognize the signs of an allergic reaction and get them to a nurse, and luckily the medicine they have in Twisted Wonderland reacts quickly and works on humans--what a relief! After this incident though, a medical professional was called in to conduct an allergy test to make sure that Yuu wasn't allergic to anything else.

Well, at least after this whole ordeal Yuu's friends and fellow dorm leaders (and some vice dorm leaders) make sure to remind them of tasks they need to do or of assignments and other things. Riddle and Azul find ways and methods to help Yuu with remembering things to do, from calendar reminders or alarms on their phone to keep them on track. Some of their friends may make some comments every now and then, but rest assured that they'll keep an eye out for Yuu!

[kookieswan]

Handlebars - Rupture

Biker!Jungkook x Receptionist!Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Biker AU, Gang AU, relatively Angsty this time around, some Fluff!

Warnings: Talk of Jungkook’s job in the gang (tracking/torturing/killing people). Bodily harm - Jungkook has a few scrapes and bruises. Reminder Jungkook and MC are morally gray characters.

Notes: Ahhh this was a fun one to write. I do love an angst train after all. Please note that this is a direct continuation of ‘Handlebars - Bitter’ , which can be found here! Also, there are references to events in Damage. It’s not necessary to read but it could give some context clues!

Find the Handlebars Masterlist here! 🔥

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‘Meet me at my place around 8 tonight, I have some shit to say and I know you do too. See you later.’

You re-read the message once, twice, three times and it still unsettles you. This, whatever’s coming, it’s either going to start something new or put everything to an end… And that scares the living shit out of you.

After Jungkook and Bossman had practically flew out of the shop, you had finished your shit without issue and wandered home… Only to cry into your pillow for a solid hour. The crying had stopped when Jungkook texted, only to be replaced with boiling anger.

Anger that turned into confusion as you slowly got ready to head out because honestly, what are the two of you even doing? Fucking and then cuddling for hours, insisting that it’s nothing more than a fling of some sort. Not anymore, you want more and you’re going to get it from that stupidly stubborn airhead.

Thoughts of him being so lovely, holding you close and mumbling sweet nothings into your ear had played back in your head when you left the house. When you get into your car. On the ride to his apartment. Now, as you stand rigidly outside of his front door.

Letting out a breath you’ve been holding for much too long, you raise a hand a knock gently on the only think keeping you from Jungkook. It doesn’t take long, a beat or two, and the door cracks open. He stands on the other side, tall and strong and familiar, and it makes you want to curl into yourself.

“Hey…” The first think you notice is that Jungkook looks unbelievably tired. Dark circles under his eyes, a few new poorly cleaned scrapes littering his pretty face, chapped lips bitten raw. It makes you frown, but you nod quietly in acknowledgement and step into his flat and kick your heels off without question. Whatever Hoseok had planned for them earlier must have been daunting, but you won’t ask. Not right now.

Jungkook walks past you, arm brushing yours just barely, but it’s enough to make you shiver. He doesn’t notice though, waddling toward the living room with a somewhat concerning limp. If your mind is muddled, it’s likely his looks like a tornado right now form the day he’s had.

“We can, uh… sit in the living room if you want.” His awkwardness almost makes you crack a smile. Almost. It’s not everyday you see Jungkook Jeon acting anything less than loud and brash, but you can always mark it on your calendar later.

Glancing around, you notice that nothing really looks different from when you were here last. The house mostly clean, a few papers scattered on the counter, a new action figure sitting on his desk… But beside that, everything remains the same.

You wander close as he sits down on the couch, and deciding that you need to see his face, that he needs to see yours, you sit on the chair that corners it. Jungkook noticeably frowns, eyes weary as he observes you, likely in the same way you’re doing to him. It’s strange, how badly you want to reach out and touch him, to reassure him, but you refrain. He needs to know that you’re serious.

“Okay, well… We need to talk about this, about us. Before we even get into anythin, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier. I was just… Havin a hard time. I’m sorry.” You’ve long since forgiven him for that, you shouldn’t have been antagonizing him in the first place, even if it can be a bit of fun. Your motives weren’t just to tease like they usually are, they were to kill. Bringing your legs up, you crisscross them in the chair and sigh.

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been messing around with you anyway. But I need you to know that I’m serious about this- About us being together. If you’re not then we need to stop seeing each other because I can’t keep this up anymore.” His eyes had been unfocused before, but they cut to you so quickly it almost makes you flinch. Jungkook looks panicked by he notion, mouth hanging open slightly before he shakes his head quickly.

“No, no… It’s not that I’m not serious about you or that I don’t want you. I do, I want you so fuckin’ bad but…” The ‘but’ hangs heavily in the air as you stare each other down, but you’ve also gotten the confirmation you were looking for. He does want you, bad enough to fight himself for it. However, something tells you as he cracks his knuckles, rubs the back of his neck, plays with a piece of his hair that you’re not going to like where he’s taking this.

“I need you to understand my perspective, alright? If anyone catches wind that I so much as care about you a tiny bit, we’re fucked.” You want to be sympathetic, really you do, but this is the same spiel he’s given you a hundred times over. Maybe it’s different words, slightly more frantic and with deeper meaning, but you’ve heard it before and you’re done.

“I don’t fucking care.” It slips out before you can really think about it, with more venom than you want, but it’s true. Jungkook’s eyebrows raise as he scoots closer to you, clearly not entertained by your outburst.

“What do you mean you don’t fuckin care?! You could be put in real fuckin danger sweetheart, especially now with other assholes tryin to move in on our turf. I’m tryin to keep you safe.” He’s practically off the couch now, leaning into your space and gesturing wildly to try and prove a point. It’s a point you don’t want to listen to though, so like the brat you are, you ignore it.

“No Jeon, I’m serious. I don’t care, and I want to be with you and that’s fucking that you absolute fuck-head. Where would I be safer if not by your side, huh?” And that’s the point you’ve been trying to make all this time. Does he really think you won’t be safe with him? You know the shit he’s done, you’ve heard whispers, snippets from Bossman. You know what you’re getting into. Jungkook shakes his head wildly again, voice starting to raise and become slightly more desperate sounding.

”By my side, by yourself, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter! You’ll be a god damn walkin’ target for people to snipe at!” He isn’t wrong, and you know that. But it’s kind of like that already anyway, working for Hoseok is a bit of a risk itself, and you’ve found yourself in bad situations more than once. Shifting in your seat, you go to respond before his voice rings out quietly.

“… I don’t want anyone to hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I let you get hurt.” It comes out so sincere and full of worry that it makes you pause. Emotions overwhelm you, but you push back the choked up feeling that’s starting to rise and grab for his ink covered hand instead.

“Baby, no one’s gonna hurt me, okay? Not when my potential boyfriend would willingly chop their fingers off, or my boss would threaten to eat them alive. Alright?” He looks at you sharply at the mention of fingers as you idly play with his, clearly he’s surprised that you found out. You have your ways though, especially since Hoseok is getting just as fed up with Jungkook as you are… He’s a bit of a blabbermouth, that one.

It made you stop and think when you heard about it, Bossman casually mentioning Jeon removing another man’s fingers for touching you. Maybe you should have ran, maybe you should have never looked back. Instead, it made you smile; feel protected and safe, and what more could you ask for?

It’s calm for a while, both of you sitting silently and trying to calm down as you hold Jungkook’s large hand in your smaller one. You notice that a few of his tattoos look different now that you can see them properly, some covered, some touched up. Running a finger over them, he watches you with wide sparkly eyes before his words come out almost guarded, maybe even a little scared.

“You actually want to date me? A guy that eagerly tracks people down and tortures them? My lifestyle isn’t pretty, and it never will be _____.” Grabbing his hand again and gripping it tightly, you tug at it a bit to get his attention. He almost looks lost, unsure, like he’s losing the battle he’s so desperately trying to win for whatever reason.

“What, do you think I’m gonna be scared of you now or something? I wouldn’t have even fucked you in the first place if I cared about that shit Jungkook. Think about it, I work for Hoseok, and that man is more than a little unhinged.” It’s a known fact that you’ve done questionable things for Bossman in the past, and you’d do them again without issue. He continued to stare as you sigh, bringing his hand up to quickly kiss his bruised knuckles.

“I’m not asking for a pretty life or for you to change at all Jungkook, I’m just asking for you to please let me in. Please.” It dawns in you how much you miss his smile as his frown tightens, his eyes guarded as he lamely tries to tug his hand away. Instead, you hold on tighter, scooting even closer to him as his next words come out.

“I’ve killed people, and I’ll do it again. Today, after we fought, I beat someone bloody for my job, they’re still tied up in the back of Thirteen right now.” Not being able to help it, you roll your eyes and scoff. Jungkook, in turn, actually looks slightly shocked by your action, his tugging stopping as he lets his hand be held without restraint again. Good.

“No really? I had no fucking clue. Listen here dumbass. I. Don’t. Care. You could disembowel someone right in front of me and I’d still care about you all the same. Look, I want to date, be and item, boyfriend and girlfriend, whatever the fuck you want to call it.” There it is. What you want, what you know he wants. He won’t say it, but there’s no way that your relationship hasn’t moved past fucking into more familiar territory.

He gives you a dirty look at first but with a final sigh, he runs his free hand through his long hair, gripping for something to say. You allow him to think, to try and collect himself, because you came here with a plan of streak and he don’t fighting back against it very well. Bad for him, good for you.

“You really want me? Even with all the downfalls that come with being together? Knowing I could get taken out any time, that you could be targeted?” It’s said slow, calculated, the final barrier of his defense falling away in front of your eyes. With one final push, you manage to make it all crinkle to the ground. Somethings caused him to be defensive like this, that dawns on you now… But again, that’s something for another time.

“Yes Jungkook, I seriously, more than anything want to be with you as more than a fuck buddy. Have wanted to for a while unfortuna-“ He pulls you forward without warning into his arms, your thighs in either side of his legs as a hand comes up to cradle your face before he’s kissing you.

It’s a hard kiss at first, your teeth nearly clanking as he molds his mouth to yours. It softens rather quickly though as he pulls you closer to him, the sound of surprise that leaves you turning into a content sigh. You settle on his lap to get more comfy, his eyes on fire as you pull back from the unexpected but welcome kiss.

Jungkook continues to hold your face, a thumb running over your jaw so softly you can barely feel it. His eyes dove over your face, up and down, as if checking for something before the edges of his lips finally curve upward. Only slightly, but enough to make you grin back at him.

“Then let’s do it. You and me, a thing. Let’s do it, but understand that once you’re mine, you’re mine baby. Anyone looks at you wrong and they’re fuckin gone without a trace.” Instead of being horrified, his words make you giggle giddily. He’d do anything for you, and as you press quick kisses against his adorable cheeks, you realize you’d do the exact same.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Jeon. Now come on, let’s clean up those cuts properly and then we can go cuddle for the rest of the night, and tomorrow we can go on a proper date, hm?”

[ilysia]

Happy Birthday, MC | Brothers x reader|

summary: it’s mc’s birthday but no one notices.

FYI: THIS IS A REPLACED MC AU ONESHOT IDEA! 

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A/N: trying to make this really painful for everyone HAHAH. Also, I’m thinking of making some fluff since I’m really milking the angst genre. I won’t post that often anymore, since I struggle to come up with angst plots haha. also my writing skills are a bit rusty since i haven’t written since last month. 

warnings: pure angst, being replaced, no happy ending. 

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                    Playing No surprises by Radiohead (slowed,reverb)

You feel excited as the alarm rings in your ears. You smile as you prepare yourself for the day. You glance at the calendar, seeing if you are wrong. You are not. Today is your birthday. You told everyone last week that it will be your birthday today, but it seems as if they couldn’t care less. You shake your head, they were probably thinking of how to surprise you, right? As you open the door, you hear the new exchange students voice. You heard her say “my birthday” and “today.” You feel your heart ache as you see Satan smile and ask her questions. You probably misheard it, right?...right. You walk down the stairs as the new student glares at you. You muster up a smile. “Good morning, Satan, s/n (student’s name)” She looked away, puffing her chest. She grabbed Satan’s hand and walked away. Your smile faltered as you look down. It seems Satan was busy. You walked towards Lucifer’s room, knocking on the crisp old door. You walked in as Lucifer looked towards you. “How may I help you, MC.” He said in a firm tone. “I was wondering if you were busy today?” He sighs. “I’m sorry, but we’re preparing for s/n’s birthday. She is quite important towards us and we would like to prioritize her birthday more than anything right now. Maybe next month we can. “ Your heart cracked as you still try to smile, your mouth quivering. “Yeah.....yeah we can.” You try your best not to cry as you slowly leave the room. You continued to ask each of them, but to no avail. 

“Sorry MC! Me and S/N gotta buy the new video anime game! Maybe next week?”

“Sorry MC darling, but me and S/N will do a spa day since it’s her birthday.”

“I apologize MC, but me and S/N have bought tickets to Hell’s Kitchen”

“M’sorry, MC. Me and S/N needa go to the casino! She’s my lucky charm.”

‘”I’m supposed to tag along with S/N later. I’ll probably sleep through the entire way through.” 

 As you saw all of them leave the house with her, tears fell. One by one. It hurts. You were the one who fixed this family. And yet it’s as if they treated her like she was the one who did all that. You go back to your room, your light footsteps echoing the empty halls. You cried, soft whimpers coiling your throat. You cried until your throat hurt.  You glanced at the cake you bought. You unraveled the box as you grabbed the party hat and lit the candles. You set the chiffon cake on the floor and you sat down. Its decorations were beautiful. Edible pearls and ornaments were adorned as the flames lit up the darkly lit room.  You let out a half-hearted smile as  more of the salty fluid went down your cheeks. You blew out the candle and it all went dark. 

“Happy birthday to me.”

A/N: I more or less hurt myself mentally writing this. Happy birthday to anyone reading this (even if it’s not your day).  

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[thytaenic]

You're writing is so cute! If requests are open may I request a scenario where Characters Riddle, Kalim, and Azul meet their fiancé? Like arranged marriage AU!

Aligning The Stars

in which you, a busy person are tied to an arranged marriage and so, the first time you meet them was unexpected for you and marked as the best day in your calendar.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

bcs this is my first request, i hope it meets your expectations ! im still trying to figure out what to put for the rules of requests and i might’ve also overwritten these scenarios. anyway, enjoy <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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ʚɞ ～ ❝ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ❞

╰‧₊˚ riddle rosehearts, kalim al-asim, azul ashengrotto x fem!mc

Bakes For You, a bakery shop handled by (y/n) and two of her friends, ace trappola and deuce spade. for the past few days, the shop has received a lot of requests from birthday cakes to farewell cakes too. as a professional baker, she managed to keep up with the deadlines and delivered a great service to her customers.

(y/n) who's in her early 20s was set up in an arranged marriage by her parents with a nobleman's son, most likely her father's friend. because of her packed schedule, (y/n) had told her parents that she wont have time to find someone for her to spend the rest of her life with.

"goodbye, sweethearts. OH, before i forget. put it under the name riddle rosehearts, thats his name." they bid her mom who placed an order for her wedding a nice goodbye as she exited the shop, leaving behind a note. boy, just by looking at the note, her heart raced faster than usual.

“riddle rosehearts. riddle. riddle rosehearts. rosehearts. mr riddle rosehearts. mrs (y/n) rosehearts.” she muttered, giggling to herself at how silly she was.

who would've thought its finally her time to enjoy a marriage life? but with a stranger whom she never met. she shook away the curiosity and went back to the kitchen to start working on the order.

two days went by smoothly as the shop got busier than before. the day of her weeding drew closer too. (y/n) locked the door behind her, closing her shop for the door when she suddenly, she heard footsteps coming her way. who could it be? turning around, her eyes met with a pair of ash grey iris of a man dressed in a formal suit. they shared a look for a moment before looking away in unison. "good evening, miss. seems like your shop closed the moment i got here. i was wondeing if i could take order under the name riddle rosehearts?"

"oh, my apologies. since its a wedding cake, i was tasked to set it up on the venue tomorrow. but im guessing youre mom's assistant. may i know your name? i could tell mom about this matter." she spoke, hoping to know his name at least. she scanned the male standing before her. his eyes were red and so was his hair. but he dressed very well, maybe a nobleman? but why would her mom picked an expensive looking man to be her assistant?

the male's eyes widen, shocked at the way she's addressing him, "no, dont mind about it. i'll be going now." and so he hastily walked back into his car. 

“wait! at least, your name?”

he smiled at her, “riddle rosehearts, i’ll see you at the ceremony tomorrow then.” zooming away from the street and disappearing into the darkness of the night. truth be told, (y/n) felt a familiar sense of happiness the moment they locked eyes just now. without paying attention to the situation, she went home to rest for her wedding tomorrow but she couldnt stop thinking about him

“so thats riddle rosehearts. i wonder if he knew about the wedding.” oh but little did she knew, she managed to spark some fancy from him making the male blushed so hard that he couldnt focus his eyes on the road.

“gosh, shes so cute.” he noted, clearing her throat before continuing his drive.

"hurry up, kalim. we dont have much time."

"jamil, wait! i need to buy a gift for my future wife."

the two buddies went out to the bazaar that day to search for something needed for the dinner preparation. kalim was told to marry the Land of Sand's famous businesswoman named (y/n). speculations said that she's the nation's sweetheart.

dragging his friend past the crowds at the bazaar, they stopped in front of a huge shop building. from the glass windows, the inside was decorated with extravagant chandelier and modern setup of displays for what seems to be bottles and packs of perfumes. jamil was about to say something but was taken aback by kalim who continued to drag him into the shop. 

greeted by how good the smell of the shop is, they couldnt help but to take a long around the shop. “jamil, what do you think? do you think (y/n) will like this?”

“searching for a gift for someone special?” suddenly a voice came from the second floor of the building. a lady with a purdah on to cover half of her face came down the stairs and walked towards them, greeting with her eye-smile.

“yes, im looking for a gift for my future wife. but its going to be my first time meeting her today so i dont know what she loves.”kalim explained as she listened to him carefully. 

grabbing a glass jar from the shelves behind the two male, she showed it to kalim. “this is our new invention. its called a scented candle. when you lit this candle, it acts as a fragrance for the room its in. im sure your wife will love it.”

jamil nooded, most likely amazed. “we’ll take two of this then.”

after spending a long time at the bazaar, kalim and jamil reached the Al-Asim’s residence. they had to prepare for the joint dinner with Al-Asim’s family and the bride’s family. kalim who was excited before couldnt stand sitting in his room as he grew restless.

“nervous?”

“a little bit.”

“its time. lets go to the hall to greet them.”

the two of them walked down the corridor of the mansion, passing through several rooms and even the garden before reaching the door. the long haired male pushed open the door, revealing a long dinner table with lots of chairs. the food were looking so mouth-watering too. at the other end of the hall stood a group of people.

approaching the group, kalim spotted a familiar figure among the people. finally, theyre together with the group. jamil on the other hand facepalmed when he saw (y/n) standing next to her father. “ah, kalim. meet (y/n), shes the one i told you about.”

changing looks with (y/n), the white-haired male’ eyes widen but this time with a smile on his face. “pleasure to meet you again, (y/n). please take this. do you love it?”

(y/n) chuckled and gently accepted the gift from him, “i did tell you that your wife will love it, no? because i really love it, kalim.”

azul ashengrotto, the current owner of the well-known Mostro Lounge which had over 20 branches was rumored to marry a woman of his parents' choice. no wonder he's every girls ideal type. but the rumor really started a huge issue in social medias. speculations, gossips, old stories, you name it.

netizens went crazy over this. as for azul, its a good thing their parents managed to find the best bride for him despite their packed schedules. fiance or not, strangers or friends, he only hoped for one thing which is to be able to marry a woman who can accept him for who he is. and once the rumor calmed down for a bit, its finally an ideal time for the two parties to meet each other.

"azul, personally speaking from a friend of yours. you'll have to spend more time with your future wife more than doing business." jade who was one of azul's friend suggested to him. knowing how busy he was, marriage is a good way to keep him from working too hard and staying up until late night.

recalling back jade's word, his heart went restless and raced faster. is it really a good choice? upon entering the fancy restaurant he booked for the meeting, azul went to the receptionist to look for the reserved table and thus, he was brought by the waiter to a table full of people. his parents spotted him firstand stood up to welcome him. "we're so glad you could make it, azul dear."

"its only natural for me to attend this meeting, no? greetings, mr and mrs (l/n)." azul said, shaking hand with (y/n)'s father who pulled him into an unexpected embrace. standing next to him was (y/n) dressed in a beautiful purple dress.

(y/n) politely bowed to greet azul but was caught off guard when the male gently took her right hand, drawing it close to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on her knuckle. such a gentleman, she thought. "im honored to finally meet you, (y/n). i hope i dont keep you waiting."

"of course not, dont worry about it. i just arrived here too." she replied, smiling at azul who failed to control his excitement at how cute she was. she then gestured everyone to take their seats. dinner were served quicker than they expected and they enjoyed the evening, taking the opportunity to get to know each other better. he learned that (y/n) was also a businesswoman and this is certainly a chance to broaden his business with collaborations.

once the dinner was coming to its end, azul excused himself first from the gathering to go back to his office. "leaving already? at least bring her h-”

“who said im leaving her? i was about to take a night drive. care to join me, (y/n)?

they walked away from the parents and bid them goodbye before exiting the restaurant and walking towards azul’s car. for being a gentleman he was, azul helped her to get to the passenger’s seat before entering the car too. “so, why do you accept it?”

“the marriage? because i wa-’

“money? i can give you money and we can stop this marriage.”

it was unbelievable for (y/n) to hear that coming from azul ashengrotto. he realised his words too and sighed. he was harsh, he didnt know what has gotte into him. was it because he saw the worst in marriage life? or was it because marriage life will affect his business?

“i didnt say that. i never said that, azul. i accepted because i wanted to know you better. and to love you too. is that wrong? tell me, what part of wanting to love you and wanting your love is wrong in your eyes? i know we just met tonight but part of me wanted this arrange marriage to be considered based on love, and not just because its arrang-” (y/n) ranted out, getting furious and was about to say more when a pair of arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her into such tight and warm embrace. azul sighed, tightening the hug more.

“lets get married soon then.”

[obeythedemons]

Barbatos Masterlist Part I

Obey Me! Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist By Character

Barbatos Masterlist Part II

Headcanons

MC thinks they don’t deserve affection

Goody-two-shoes MC is tough (+Satan and Asmodeus)

MC is summoned to Devildom in laboratory PPE

MC is Injured

MC’s Attacked By Another Demon

What Crocs He Would Wear

MC Has An Allergic Reaction + Solomon

MC has a headache

Dad Jokes

FTM MC

Idol!MC

MC’s D.D.D. gets a virus and sends flirty messages

Their Favorite Place in Tokyo

MC is in a gang

Supernatural MC

His Office

The Moment He Knew He Loved MC (minus Luke)

Tea Headcanons

When his heart first skipped a beat (minus Luke)

What He Tries To Hide (Minus Luke)

What Kid’s Movie Scares Him The Most

When the others know he loves them (minus Luke)

Gestures of Physical Affection (minus Luke)

What The Lesser Demons Say About Him

MC’s summoned to devildom with a plush of him (minus Luke)

When He Needs To Confess (minus Luke)

MC Has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome

Their Mask

Pokemon AU

MC’s Sick

They Take MC to the Doctor

They Play Video Games (Roblox)

They Catch MC Singing Once Upon A Dream

How they show affection/react to MC showing affection (minus Luke)

How he takes notes

MC gets tired when they’re out (minus Luke)

MC Slips on Ice

MC Receives Their First Binder

Their New Year’s Resolution

MC Pulls Their Hair Back

How He Proposes (minus Luke)

He learns MC’s his soulmate (minus Luke)

MC’s heart races when they see him (minus Luke)

Hanakotoba - His Flower

MC’s standing in the rain

He has a nightmare about MC (minus Luke)

MC hugs him for the first time

He Dances with MC (minus Luke)

Someone Else Confesses

Diavolo Plays Matchmaker (minus Luke)

SO uncomfortable with being served/being treated well

Surprising him with a tea party

He makes MC their favorite meal after a hard day

What he wants for his birthday

MC’s good with rats, among other rodents

Gender fluid!Barbatos

Trickster Barbatos

MC falls asleep on their shoulder - Satan, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke

What They Daydream About (minus Luke)

He Asks MC To Become Immortal (minus Luke)

MC’s Cold (minus Luke)

He Sees MC In Wedding Wear (minus Luke)

MC Puts His Cold Hands On Him (Minus Luke)

Someone Sends Him A Nude By Mistake (Minus Luke) - 18+

Cheering Him Up (Minus Luke)

How He Plays The Sims

What Videos MC Posts of Him

Who Gives the Best Massages

MC’s Immortality is Wrong (Minus Luke)

His Favorite Form of Transportation

What He’s Insecure About (Minus Luke)

What Pajamas He Wears

Oneshots/Drabbles

Motivation

Shipping Wars

A Fallen King

The You-Know-What

Happily Ever After?

An Old Injury

Sleep and Heat

Tea Leaves

A Glimpse

Their Favorite

Mc, My Love

A Grand Feast

It’s a Deal

To Care

Melting the Cold

Cold Nights

The Bridge

The Lover’s Gem

Candied Rat

Confession

His Weakness

The Tease

Winking Lessons

Good Qualities

Kitty

Gray

Rats and Spiders

Forever

Slumber

Devil Improv

Vigilante

Onesie

His Greed

Tables Have Turned

Lipstick

The Wedding Photo Shoot

Off Guard

New Year

Opinion

Cold Cuddles

Past Meets Future

Text Confessions

Cold Snap

Academic Goals

Goodnight Kiss

Tremor

Memories of the Future

Games and Desserts

Ignore

Tasks

Oblivious

Drying Off

Late

Killing Time

Devil Bath Bomb

Staring

The Distraction

A Night In

Garden of Illusions [Angst]

Late Night Walks

Lessons

Love Confession

If I Were You

Pranking Barbatos

2 AM

Boo-Yaaaah!

The Command

The Victory

Blind [Lucifer/MC, Barbatos/MC]

New Reality [Diavolo & Barbatos]

Revenge of the Fae

Spotify Song Challenge

11. Playground - Brea Miller - Barbatos

13. Loveless - Miura Ayme - Barbatos

18. Stay and Decay - Unlike Pluto - Barbatos

22. Dirty - Grandson - Barbatos

25. Teeth - 8 Graves - Barbatos

36. Identity - grandson - Barbatos

38. Parasite Eve - Bring me the Horizon - Barbatos

50. Teardrops - Bring Me The Horizon - Barbatos/MC/Solomon

98. Bulls on Parade - Rage Against the Machine - Barbatos

Winter Themed Drabbles

5. Snowed In - Barbatos

7. Mistletoe  - Barbatos

14. Sledding - Barbatos

17. Advent Calendar - Barbatos

21. Foggy Breath - Barbatos

23. Ugly Sweaters - Barbatos

Spring Themed Drabbles

Lilacs [Barbatos/Lance]

10. Hiking in the Mud - Barbatos

17. Fresh Air  [Barbatos/Main Character]

Alphabet Drabbles

B - Boat - Barbatos

F - Fortune - Barbatos

I - Impulse - Barbatos

R - Repetition - Barbatos

V - Variable - Barbatos

Date Night

Botanical Gardens - Barbatos

[miguelmybeloved]

hey!!! I hope you're well!

anyway I really don't have any idea or prompt to ask but.. could you please explain yours AU's a bit more? you got me curious 👁️👁️(maybe later I have and idea but idk)

have a nice day!!❤️✨

hi!! thank you for the kind message !! and sorry it took me so long to respond orz i've been busy...;;

so my AUs are super underdeveloped like they're really only ideas at this point and i *was* planning on developing them more this summer but *looks at the calendar* that kinda went bust... 😬

but i love miguel and i love talking about this so!! thank you for asking about them lol 😆

"REALISTIC" AU

that name doesn't really feel accurate i just literally don't know what else to call it but its my AU where MC is from miami (aka self-insert au ig?? even tho its supposed to be a self-insert anyway?? idk idk) and i just kinda wanted to explore the ramifications of an MC that knows a Miami that's very different from the one that miguel is in, not only bc its the 80s but also the criminal element and also the general areas of miami that i grew up in are very different from where miguel grew up... i also wanted to do HEAVY research about miami in the 80s (maybe i can show off my reading list lol) to get a more "authentic" portrait of the city ??? SO LIKE all that mixed together would kinda end up changing the plot up bc like ofc it'll still be romantic bc im a simp BUT bc im writing like a narrative with other themes and an "OC" and not a romantic visual novel, the elements i'll steal from CMIM are more like the skeleton of the plot and not a scene-for-scene remake, ykwim? so bc of that, i also imagined it shorter and also like a movie script - three-act structure and all that jazz SO!! its an action/adventure/crime/romantic/comedy taking place in 1980s miami!! ALSO U WENT TO SEE A MOVIE AND GOT SUCKED IN SO LIKE i wanted to explore that and the "man out of time" angle that the visnov can't rlly get into bc it can't assume anything about what time period ur from without breaking the self-insert illusion AND ALSO i rlly wanted some ängst re: if this is all real or if everything is gonna end once the "movie's over" ya kno i just love that drama spice of "do u love me bc ur supposed to love me, is any of this ur choice, what will happen when i wake up" and all that jazz 🤭 heehee hoohoo

IT IS MY BABY AND I WISH TO SEE IT COME TO LIFE

ACTOR AU

bc every fandom's got one lmao 😉 its just the perfect way to keep the original story in tact while also keeping characters that you love alive lol (no spoilers but i saw *****'s death coming from a MILE away) so yeah this is just a silly self indulgent AU where everyone lives and CMIM is a movie that miguel stars in and MC is a production assistant that dreams of being big shot director someday or smthg and then oops they fall in love lmao NGL as i was writing this down, i realized this would make a pretty decent "singing in the rain" AU LMAO 😂 its not perfect 1-for-1 but like miguel as don, mc is cathy, ramon is cosmo, stella is lena 🤣🤣🤣🤣 this is too funny to me lmfaoooo i'd prob take insp from singing in the rain as far as plot goes bc i literally had none but still is more of an "actor au" than a "signing in the rain au"

also just realized that the movie they make in the actor AU could be the "movie" im writing for the realistic AU loool 😆