#after that hes changed into something thats not wrecked.

[crushpunchh-art]

old drawing from before ttt came out. iirc most of hunters body was sketched over the spiderman pointing meme? anyways i wanted these two to talk so badly. thought they would be so funny. still holding out hope <3

[bitchlessdino]

hello! 🤍 can i request a bad boy type wonwoo having a soft spot for also a cold type reader?

like they always acting so cold towards other people and even both of them acting like they hate each other.

and people are like "oh there is no way they can date", but wonwoo is only kind to reader and viceversa even without them noticing

Oh, and they dont even realized their feelings until reader feels jealous when they saw wonwoo with someone else and thats when they realized about it, but are afraid to said something since reader doesnt know how wonwoo will react

Kinda angst maybe, but fluff at the end

take your time btw! 🤍 it is also totally okay if is not possible, hope you are having an excellent day 🌸

Pairing: wonwoox gn!reader Genre: slight angst, fluff, slice of life Word count: 6.3k tags: mentions alcohol, childhood au, biker!wonu, frienemy!wonwoo, possible love triangle, reader called a bitch, presence of violence and imminent danger, analogy using car wrecks, mc and wonwoo stilling living with their parents as adults because that's normal ok, kinda messy, intimates kisses Summary: Hard to maintain a good acquaintanceship if it started off on the wrong foot, but Wonwoo tries to do just that, no matter how much you resent him from childhood. Now reunited as adults, you're questioning whether your negative impression of him has stuck since being away or have you grown up just enough to realize how much between the two you have changed? author note: this was collecting dust but finally she is here. just in time for wonwoo to be in my bias list 🙂

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You will never willingly be associated with Jeon Wonwoo. 

His mom had just happened to be someone your mom knew. Someone that she hadn’t talked to or seen in a long time. Long enough to have built their own families and have their kids without realizing it. It was as if they fell back into place. A long-time childhood friendship that quickly rekindled in a grocery store one day. From that day on, your families were inseparable. As long as they were still friends, you’d see each other every day.

“Why would I babysit some weirdo kid? I have better things to do.”

The problem was he wanted nothing to do with you.

When you met him the first time, you were a child barely getting around to a bike without training wheels, and Wonwoo was meeting the first stages of fungal acne. He was a bit older than you were then and his mom had given him the duty to look after you, the neighbor’s kid. The neighbor’s weirdo kid.

His mom bragged to yours about how good of an older brother he was to his younger brother, Seonwoo, but that seemed that seems to be his limit. Having freshly turned a teen, it all made sense. Wonwoo didn’t know you, and all of a sudden in his growing years he’s stuck taking care of a kid he knows by association. Understandably, he’d have that teen angst.

You didn't mean to overhear. You just happened to eavesdrop behind a pillar that day in their obnoxiously nice house when you came across him and his mother talking privately. Admittedly, you hadn’t made the best impression, but you were any kid in their single digits: annoying, talkative, maybe skeptical. But you were a kid. A kid that got their feelings easily hurt.

Despite saying such hurtful words, Wonwoo listened. He treated you with care–consideration almost–following his mother's orders, but you didn't make it easy for him. Every group breakfast, every dinner, every ride to school. You became relentless. You knew how he really felt about your situation after all. Your mind was made up at that point.

If he wanted nothing to do with you, you wanted nothing to do with him. 

“Keep walking.”

Your eyes barely glaze over at the unfamiliar figure before waving off your hand as if dismissing a nuisance, which in this case was accurate. The unsolicited stranger scoffs, getting up from his unwelcome seat, hacking and spitting on the spot on the floor next to your chair. “I don’t fuck with bitches anyway.”

You roll your eyes as you shoo him away with the flick of your wrist again, then feel another unwanted presence join you in your once peaceful solitude. You tightly shut your eyes in frustration before taking a deep exhale, finding silence impossible under your circumstances. “I don’t want to hear it, Jeon.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” you hear Wonwoo arrogantly chuckle, shrugging off the thick leather off his shoulders and setting them on his lap as he takes a seat.

With your back turned to him, you imagine the pristinely lit smile on his face he gives when he’s amused, a rarity in these parts with the exception of you, someone he’s known long enough to recount every blemish that once appeared on your face. He watches you finish the rest of your drink, the bob of your throat shifting before you pull the glass away from your lips. Your resting bitch face is still intact after all these years.

“Good, keep it that way.” 

Wonwoo could have chosen to keep the peace as he said he would, but it was just too easy with you. Even after you’ve left for college and come back, he acts as if nothing has changed. In his eyes, you were still that same angsty kid who always has something snarky to say when he’s around. And man, did he always have just as smart a rebuttal. “It’s just, that was the fifth guy you’ve scared off—course, the guy was a moron—but you like dying alone, Frosty?”

Frosty. The Snowman. Much unlike the jolly creature, however, you were given that name being somewhat of a cold character, particularly to Wonwoo and anything he witnesses face the wrath of your harsh but honest judgment. 

You begin getting up from your seat, scowling at the abhorred nickname, the prediction of this dinner a mistake an accurate calculation. “Should’ve known you’d run your mouth. Tell mom I’m heading to the store across the street.”

Your mother was so proud to have you back home for a period before you’d find a new place again, and she insisted on holding a small intimate gathering at bar type restaurant. That meant sharing the space with other patrons, the Jeons, and unfortunately Wonwoo, who only grew more irritating than you last remember. 

“I’ll tell her, but I’m coming with.”

The caretaker role he was bestowed upon so long ago seems to resonate with him still, insisting on trailing behind you with nonchalance. To which you answer with a brash:

“Fuck off.”

Your eyes go to the back of your skull the nth time tonight before you’re off on your stroll, noticing the annoying scrap of Wonwoo’s heel following behind you after he waves your mom and the rest of the party farewell. You ignore him, darting towards the antique shop that warms your stomach with nostalgia, hearing the wind chimes clang when you enter with a cool musk breeze to follow.

“That all you have to say to me? Even if you hate me, there has to be some…sentiment.” 

You finger through the old hardcovers, eyes scanning over the aged wood of the shelves until they move on to the glossy wood of the cuckoo clocks on the walls. “Not even a little bit, Jeon.”

There’s the breathiness of his scoff that lingers in the musk air. He crosses your arms, the leather rubs loudly against itself. “Well, that’s sad to hear,” he responds, not sounding sad at all.

“Don’t you have an actual sibling to bother? Why are you being a nuisance to me?”

He simply shrugs. “Seonwoo isn’t back from his work-study just yet. Plus he’d be happy to know I kept you company.”

Unlike Wonwoo, Seonwoo was actually tolerable, pleasant even. If you were envious of Wonwoo for anything, it was having a nice little brother like Seonwoo. You weren’t exactly close but he was a nice kid, a lot nicer than Wonwoo anyway, and not at all that annoying kind of nice that chirps every two seconds.

You sigh. “Now that’s actually sad to hear.”

“I knew you’d say that. You always liked him better than me.”

Only because you never liked me in the first place.

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh my god, Wonwoo?”

A shrill voice beckons from the store entrance, an older version of a girl from your adolescence runs towards you both. “I thought I heard your gorgeous voice. Gorgeous face as well as always, how are you?”

Gina also grew up in the same neighborhood you both did and was typically nice, but around Wonwoo, she seemed to lose all train of thought since all her eyes could train on was him. She bats her eyelashes the same flirtatious way several years ago, and instinctively her body is drawn to him like mosquitos to blood, drinking in masculine appearance for all its worth.

If you were anything like her, you’d get it. Wonwoo is an attractive man by society's standards, but the truth of the matter is you can’t stand him. And you know deep down he can’t stand you. His fake politeness isn’t fooling anybody. Okay, that is a lie. His fake politeness doesn’t fool you, but his limitless charm made everyone else weak in the knees.

“Good, good.” He nods cordially, a smile drained from his face only leaving a straight stare, eyes only landing on Gina momentarily before they return to you.

Gina finds his gaze’s target before the light is slightly dimmed from her initially bright eyes. “And you too. Oh gosh, you must’ve got back too. Can you believe we’ve both graduated from college?”

You wonder if she does, considering you did graduate from the same university.

“Yeah, it’s…crazy.” You answer, sounding unintentionally sarcastic.

Gina awkwardly chuckles, eyes back on Wonwoo as if they never left. “All we need is Seonwoo and it’s like the musketeers again, huh?”

Hardly the musketeers when she only ever stalked Wonwoo the entire time. You’re surprised you didn’t find she didn’t follow him all the way to the bathroom too.

Wonwoo’s cold expression is a steel cage that lacks interest. He blindly nods, mumbling “sure,” and not giving any other sign of continuing the conversation.

“Well, you guys should totally make it to my housewarming party. I’m inviting all the other guys from the neighborhood. Invite Seonwoo too! It’ll be a nice way to catch up.”

“We’ll think about it,” Wonwoo answers, giving her another curt nod.

“I’ll be really, really grateful if you did.”

There are stars in her eyes, like a treat is dangling in front of it, that treat being a six-foot body of steel and perfect Wonwoo.

 “Right,” he grunts.

She finally waves you both goodbye before making it past the glass doors with a quirk in her step.

You continue to peruse the rest of the store, picking up that one wooden statue that’s never been sold, or if it has, it keeps getting returned. It makes you wonder if it’s cursed. “Just reject her already and let her move on. Even I feel sorry for her.”

“I’m not ready for the aftermath of all that.”

You really have to unlearn that eye roll of yours. You could tell it’s giving you a headache. “Of course you aren’t.”

“You’re not going, are you? The thing she mentioned?”

“This the first time you met me? Of course, I’m not going. You are?”

He shrugs. “A party never hurt anybody.” 

“Without an address?”

He pulls out his phone with a notification as clear as day, Gina’s Instagram handle ushering him with details of where the party whereabouts. “Who said I didn’t have an address?”

“She really needs to find a hobby.”

Wonwoo chuckles, tucking the phone back in his front pocket. “Ready to head back now? Unless you want to look through the store a second time.”

You groan. “Stop policing me. I’m going home.”

“I’ll take you.” 

You raise your brow. “On your fucking death trap? No thanks.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms, the leather of his jacket speaking out of turn again. “You say that as if people aren’t begging to the back of my Harley.”

“Only people with a death wish.”

That goes on for some time until you make yourself walk the mile before your feet give out. Wonwoo obviously is the first with a smile on his face before he forces you to get the rest of the couple miles on the back of his bike, which was admittedly prettier in person than the photos your mom showed you. 

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you get on—no doubt regret—questioning the proximity. “Hold on,” he says, to which you answer, “fat fucking chance.”

Your spiteful words are wasted as you find yourself tugging on him as you speed off on the vehicle from hell on the freeway.

“You’re an asshole!” You scream from your lungs.

“And I told you to hold on!” He screams back, a wide smile on his face you have no way of seeing.

You desperately wrap your arms around his torso, your life flashing before your eyes like a movie. All you hear is the wind in your ears while the traffic lights are hardly visible through your tightly shut eyes. You feel your soul leave your body, thinking nothing but the idea of an afterlife. If there was one good thing about the predicament you’re in, it’d be that he can’t see the terror in your eyes. He doesn’t know how much you want to scream bloody murder.

Before you know it, you arrive home safe and sound, the gas stopping at the curb of your house. He abruptly uses the bike break and you crash against broad shoulders, and you exude bumbling idiocy as you cling to him like a baby with separation anxiety. Oxygen finally enters your brain and you recognize your compromised position, forcing your grip off of him. You unbuckle and shove his helmet into his lap as you get off, a permanent scowl on your face. 

“Fuck you.”

“Glad to see you haven’t changed, Frosty.”

You don’t forget that encounter back then and you never get a chance to with your mom finding any excuse to see the Jeons day after day since your arrival. If that perfect apartment with affordable rent were to drop at your feet at a perfect time just when you so desperately needed it, it’d be now.

“Bring that in over next door. The Jeons will be thrilled to see their fridge stocked. And remember I’ll be gone until the morning.”

“We just gave them homemade wine yesterday. Mom, just because they live next door doesn’t mean we always have to plan to meet. We see them anyway.” You grab the cumbersome container of whatever it was anyway and hold it to your side like like a football, a strained expression on your face.

“You need to understand the value of lasting relationships. That’s why you’re still single, honey.”

You roll your eyes, groaning as you trod off, not wanting to start up another one of lectures why you're in your mid-twenties room with hardly any men in your books let alone in your court. Better off facing Jeon Wonwoo again than that, you guess.

You knock on their familiar white door, awaiting an answer from the other side. Soon enough you hear a masculine voice, but a voice that isn’t quite Wonwoo’s. The boy's fresh face on the receiving end piques your interest, an expression telling of a life of light and ease. Seonwoo stares back at you with a smile before politely waving. “It’s good seeing you! Been a minute.”

You find yourself returning a gesture, relaxing your arms. “It has. Mom wanted to send things over. Again.”

“Of course. Come in.”

You leave the box of goods in their fridge, feeling the presence of the younger Jeon follow behind you like a benevolent puppy. “Did you get in yesterday?”

“This morning. Early flight.”

You grin. “Singapore doing you good, I see.”

“Nothing like home though.”

You softly chuckle, “Yeah, there isn’t.”

Your conversation is cut short with another family coming down the stairs, one that looks ready to leave. They meet your eyes in amusement and his steps begin to falter in turn. “I saw you yesterday.”

“Don’t you dare make a joke about me missing you. It wasn’t funny any of the first five times.”

He’s smug as expected, entertained by the fact you’ve kept count. “I won’t, but it won’t make it any less true.”

You scoff. “Live in reality for once in your life, Wonwoo.”

“I will when you do.” He comes to the kitchen—briefly passing by you to do so and grazing your forearm—to fill a glass of water and downs it, his signature jacket thrown over his shoulders. He let out a refreshed sigh in your direction and put it away as soon as he finished. “I’m leaving now. When you change your mind about missing me, I’ll be at Gina’s party. Might actually find some fun there while you’re at it.”

The door closes behind him dramatically and your attention is right back on Seonwoo, the successful bystander. “Your brother is annoying.”

The young man smiles, finding the nostalgia in that small event. “Reminds me of the good old times.”

“Well, I should get going.”

“You’re going to the party too?”

You shake your head. “Not the slightest bit interested. Just trying to keep myself busy while I’m still in town.”

“Plan on leaving already? You just got here.”

“I can’t live on my parents forever. Need to make a living of my own you know.”

He softly laughs, a warm light enveloping his presence. He always seems to emit pure joy. Like there was nothing that could ruin this kid's day. “Nice to see you haven’t changed. Still self-reliant.”

You can’t help but smile back, “… Wouldn't be me if I wasn’t. I'll see you later, kid.”

You walk back home and go on with the rest of your afternoon by carrying on the duties of a college graduate with no job: endless job hunting. You let yourself go on that way for an hour, already bored by rereading your applicant details and sending in copies and copies of cover letters and documents. Your eyes have started to see stars shooting from either corner, warning signs of mental fatigue.

Shaking the numbing feeling, you shut off your laptop and notice the time on the clock. In the back of your mind, you’re remembering that party Wonwoo ended up going to. These parties weren’t by any means rare, but it had been some time since you let yourself give into environments as such. You said you wouldn't go but in dire situations of weary silences, perhaps it would hurt to take a second in a new subsubspace. Something to take off the edge of the weight of your undetermined future.

Against your initial better judgment, you force yourself out of that house to enter that very party you said you wouldn't go to. So like Gina to make an event over a normal thing like this. You don’t put much thought into what you wear and leave the house and when you arrive late as you were, you are unsurprised by the huge turnout. Five seconds in, you’re already regretting the 10 bucks you paid via UBER to get there.

The house was so Gina. As expected of one of the daughters of the wealthiest families in town. As you enter, all you hear is music, loud and rambunctious voices and laughter, and shouts of barely adults chugging whatever concoction in those house party solo cups. It all quickly reminds you of college and high school, times in your life you were relieved to know were over.

Why did you decide to come again if you knew this was going to happen?

You try ignoring the voices that seem to recognize you, evading and walking through the place for a potential drink to buzz you out of self-consciousness. If you were going to be in a place like this, a drink was warranted by all means.

“Wonwoo, come on!”

Gina’s voice, easily distinguishable, resonates from the other end of the room and sees how her presence bounces like a kite in the wind. You look in the direction of her gaze to find the person she seeks, ultimately having Wonwoo being dragged by the wrist, his hair sweeping the swift breeze of her force.  You were a bit relieved to see him, someone who is more similar to you in ways you’d never willingly admit.

You feel the urge to approach, curious how he’ll handle this one, but intentions all change of a brisk move, changing setting immediately. One second Gina looks up at him with doe eyes that speak longing and ache, another second her arms are looped around his neck and she pulls his lips against hers, massaging against them naturally as if rehearsed. Your feet stop, watching the unsightly scene like it’s a car crash as if in slow motion, taking you only a second to realize he hasn't yet let go.

Slowly then quickly, your chest pulls up like a marionette doll before it drops in a lump, repeating until the sound of your heart is rapidly pounding into your skull. You don’t understand it, but you don’t want to either. Swiftly, you duck back and turn your head in the other direction, having seen enough.

Then panic ensues.

People are harder to brush through than you realize. Colliding each one was like speed bumps in your way of a smooth departure. You were bound to have one person take a drunken offense to your rash movement and there it was: a subtle push that led to a spilled drink that stains the shirt of a man big enough to frighten children if he approached.

“Watch the fuckkk ya goin’!”

You don’t bother with the importance of apologizing or even acknowledging him. You realize it too late when he pulls at your collar back towards him, strangling you at the throat.

“S…stupid bitch can’t even see…fucking ruin my—hic—deink”

Your hands come around his grip, attempting to pry him off. “L-let me go. The fuck?”

“The fuck you say to me piece of shi—ah!”

He finally releases you when Wonwoo appears from behind him, tossing him out like an old ragdoll with no weight. The drunkard comes crashing down to the hardwood floor and before he realizes the cause of it, said cause whisks you away with his gril looping around your wrist.

“You’re going home right the fuck now,” Wonwoo grumbles, dragging you out of other guests' way and right out of the door, once again leading you to his motorcycle. “Bike now.”

“Wonwoo, what the fuck—“

“You aren’t an idiot. You knew what was gonna happen if I hadn’t stepped in. Now get on before fee fi fo fum finds out we left.”

“I’m not getting on that death trap again!”

His glare pierces right through you. “I know you'd rather be at home than here. Especially with the probability of becoming a statistic. Get on.”

He is right for the most part and even you’re seeing through your nonsensical defiance. Reluctantly, you follow his lead, knowing he’s left you with no other choice. You endure another near death experience, this time clutching on to him less resistantly unlike last time all the way back home. It is when you’re at the foot of your door you only realize the keys that were supposed to be in your pocket but left on the kitchen counter instead.

“Shit.”

Wonwoo quickly puts the pieces together. “No key?”

You shake your head, embarrassed slightly over your feeble appearance. “No, and mom won’t be back until the morning so I’m screwed.”

“Alright. You’re sleeping over.”

You scoff looking back at him, wondering whether he’s in the right state of mind to make that call. “You’re kidding.”

“Not unless you’re okay slumbering at the footstep of your door.”

Another choice made of your hands. You discouragingly follow after him as he unlocks the door across the street. Seonwoo was evidently still home with his loafers by the foot of the door but dead asleep upstairs in bed. 

“You take my bed. I’ll take the couch,” he offers nodding in the direction of the living room.

“No thanks, I’ll take the couch.”

He groans, giving that irritated look. “Don’t be difficult and just sleep in the damn bed.”

You huff, strutting over towards the couch. “Sleep in your own damn bed, Jeon. Stop treating me like you’re my babysitter.”

He follows after you, crossing his arms like an annoyed mother, “You’re really gonna be like this?”

“I’m not being like anything.”

“You know what?” He grabs the throw pillow off the couch, “Fine. We’ll share the couch.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyes narrow back at him.

The smug smile on his face says it all, knowing there was no rebuttal to follow. “Neither of us will take the bed, we’ll both will take the couch.”

Before you can argue, he ascends the stairs for more bedding and comes back to toss you a blanket and pillow. He keeps one of each for himself, sprawling on the other end of the massive couch, gesturing you to do the exact same. Cautiously, you mirrored his image, crawling under your borrowed blanket. Despite your feet not touching, you couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the close proximity, forcing you to crunch up your legs and bring your knees close to your chest. 

Wonwoo’s eyes drop in place, nuzzling into his thick blanket. “Good night.”

“Whatever.”

He softly scoffs with a smile, basking in the silence. Meanwhile, there was you, wondering why you listened to his instructions so willingly. You sigh, your eyes glued to the ceiling counting every bump and curve of its textured surface. 

“This is stupid it’s literally 10 pm”

“Sounds like bedtime.”

You peek back at him, his eyes still closed. “You did not go to a party to plan on sleeping at 10 pm.”

“You don’t know what my plans are. Sleep now.”

“I could’ve handled it, you know,” you argue.

“I bet you could’ve,” he responds dryly. “Wasn’t gonna take that risk though.”

“I’m serious…you didn’t have to, especially since…”

“What?” 

“You know,” you take a moment to form the words, “whatever that was with Gina.”

You hear him scoff, shifting on his side of the couch. “Nothing was happening with Gina.”

You let out a parched laugh, in disbelief of the words leaving his lips. “Wow, that lie comes so easy, does it?”

“Believe what you want. It’s not what you think anyway.”

“You’re so…obnoxious,” you sputter.

“Thank you.”

“So when did that happen? You and Gina?”

He huffs hot air out of his nose.“There’s no me and Gina. I don’t know what you saw, but…it’s nothing.”

“You were kissing.”

“You could call it that.”

“For a while,” You add.

“Just enough for her to find closure.”

“And did she?”

“Saved your ass before I could find out.”

You have no response to that and you let the silence take over for a few minutes. After those few minutes, Wonwoo was the one to break the peace.

“You asleep yet.”

“No, it’s not even 11,” you answer exasperatedly. 

“Well, I'm tired.”

“Go to sleep then.”

“You should sleep before I do.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, “I'm supposed to take care of you. It’s what your mom would want.”

“Why? I'm a grown adult.”

“I don’t think an explanation is needed.”

“Ever heard of personal space?”

“Make some smart decisions and I’ll consider it.”

“You’re such a dick,” you grunt, turning away from view.

“I’m only trying to protect you.”

This shit again. You pushed yourself up from the couch to sit up, fuming in his direction. “Because your mom asked. Okay, I get it, but you’re not obligated to anymore because I’m your mom's friend’s kid. Just stop.”

“That’s not why–”

“Stop lying–”

“I’m not fucking lying,” he says matching your stance. His gaze meets yours in anguish, urging you to drop it. 

You scoff, lying back down in a sleeping position with your back turned towards him. “Whatever.”

“...Despite popular belief, I’m actually concerned about you sometimes.”

“I guess…I don't entirely find that hard to believe.”

“Thank you. It’s not like I hate you.”

“Sure,” you answer, voice basted in sarcasm.

“I don’t.” You hear his body shift back down on the couch, finding comfort between the leather cushions.

“Then why are you such a dick.”

He sighs. “Sorry.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“...Sorry.”

You ponder to yourself, wanting to turn back the clock to the earlier conversation for unknown reasons. You turn your body, seeing how his body mimics your body seconds ago, back turned, eyes closed, and facing the couch. “So if not Gina–”

“There’s no one,” he cuts off, “I mean, I'm not seeing anyone.”

It reassures you. Not that it should’ve. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Okay.”

You’re unsure when you drifted off, you only remember it being mid-conversation that your vision started to blur, followed by darkness and soon the light of the following morning. You wake up in Wonwoo’s house unexpectedly alone, quiet enough to hear the sound of a pin dropping. You enter the kitchen, parched, and you find a plate of food. You approach cautiously, catching a glimpse of the note, immediately catching on to why it was so damn empty. 

Went to get stuff done. Keep yourself entertained for a bit. - Wonwoo and Seonwoo

With an impish grin, you quickly run your fork over and over into the balanced meal and nourish your body, but slow down as your subconscious reminds you of last night's events. It wanders to your impulse to attend a party out of sheer boredom, stumbling upon an unexpected scene, before immediately trying to escape it before you are caught. The kiss becomes a scene stuck on replay, playing the image like a broken record. You did not black out, though you wish you had, considering your uncalled-for badgering of Wonwoo’s relationship status you shouldn’t have cared less about. Yet do.

You try bruising it off if you can help it, quick to leave, and relieved to find your mom home to let you in. Your day begins a new, and with a new day, she already has stuff for you to do. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so grateful to be let back in home, remembering to grab your keys this time as you left the house again following her request for grocery shopping. 

You drink in the town for the first time since being back, questioning yourself why you hadn’t done it earlier. The block isn’t that different since you left, perhaps more greenery and flowers, but otherwise everything looked the same. Same old town, same old stores, the only thing difference was the people. Fine lines got deeper, toddlers now taller, and you now a stranger. Even the grocery store has changed managers, one adolescent bag boy at a time.

Even long finished with grocery shopping, you’re still wandering the center of town, circling in steps of the alternating tiles of the ground. For a moment, you free yourself from your thoughts, your worries, your ambitions, and live in the moment. It had been so long since you felt like this. You expected the feeling to emerge in college but that had been just another thing on your plate and suddenly you’re reminded of Wonwoo. Knowing him, he’d like this sight of you, proud to see you experience another emotion for a change.

Then your eyes flit back to the scene several meters from you. He reappears in your vision just as he has in your thoughts, only now Gina embracing him, squeezing the life out of him just as the life is squeezed out of your chest. He meets your eyes, his pupils expanding, before lightly pushing the poor girl off of him, but not in enough time to stop you from trying to escape again.

“Hey!”

You ignore him, letting your feet take you where it guides you. You’re blind to the incoming obstacles, brushing past pedestrians, shoulder everybody you meet, and you barely register the busy road before your feet make an unexpected halt. You hear the blaring honks until you’re pulled out, face crashing into their shoulder, arms coming around your in strong enclosure.

“Are you stupid? Why are you running into oncoming traffic?”

You shove him off, heart beating louder in your chest than any bike ride he’s taken you on has, and you’re seething in an emotion that you never expected to be in. Never in this lifetime at least. “Wonwoo just stop. Please.”

“I’m not doing anything. I don’t get why you’re trying to push me away.”

“I’m just sick of this. Of you. I can’t do this.”

“Why? Why? What do you think this is?”

“Just, leave me alone, Wonwoo.”

He sees you trying to walk out on him again and he doesn’t let you. Taking you by your arm, he pulls you towards him, leaving only the width of your forearm as his gaze pierces right through you, brimming with a mix of concern and utter anger. Frustration. Impatience.

If there was one thing about Wonwoo, he may have looked like he came from an anger management class, but he did manage it well. When he didn’t, your feet would feel glued to the concrete, frozen in the fire of his eyes, for once fearing what the man had to say.

“You know what? No. I’m not letting you do this? I don’t understand what’s going on or why you hate me so much–”

“God,” you groan, “it would be so easy if I just hated you.”

“Then what is it? You don’t hate me. You don’t like me. What? I’m wracking my brain trying to understand you–”

You don’t let him finish. You aren't sure what was in the breakfast you had today but you find yourself pulling him by the collar to meet his lips only to push him away in that instant, barely a whisper of his presence in your mouth. You clamp your hand over your mouth before finally treading away shocked by your actions, scurrying away.

He doesn’t follow you and you don’t blame him. You retrieve your once-abandoned groceries from the intersection to then find your way home. Rain is close to follow, drenching from head to toe. As if things couldn’t get any worse.

When you get home, you’re alone once again. The door shuts with a clang and you’re left in your self wallow, regret burning the back of your throat. Your back slid against the wood, a deep exhale expelling from your lungs. “So that’s what’s wrong with me.”

Like clockwork, you feel a knock erupt from the same door. Conceding to whatever was on the other side, you brush yourself up from the ground and turn the knob, only to be taken aback. Wonwoo, wet like made from glass with his locks swept over his head, stands before you panting. On either hand is a bundle of flowers barely protected in the cellophane it came with when he bought them and his cell phone he’s death gripping in his hand, no doubt damaged by the rain.

You blink back at him, lips parting in confusion. “Wonwoo…You’re wet.”

“Likewise.” He invites himself in and sets the flowers on a table nearby, not even for a second letting his gaze stray from yours. “You left me hanging there. Kiss a guy and walk away like he means nothing?”

You shake your head in disbelief, processing this, him. “Why are you here…with flowers?”

“I really do have to spell out everything for you, don’t I?” he responds smiling.

The squelch of his shoes trod in your direction, the invisible string connecting you two shortening. Preventing your evasion, you feel the palm of his hand against your back and your lips crash in a lingering reunion. The squeak of his slippery leather doesn't make it past your ears, distracted by the heat of his lips in the clash of the coolness of his rain-stained skin. 

Your hand crawls up his neck to press him closer, feeling the strength of his arms wrap around you tighter before shutting the front door effortlessly with his foot. He lets you pin him against the door, lips tight bound to yours, and relief settles in his stomach as you show no sign of pulling away. He finds himself whispering a word of gratitude in every language, smiling against your lips. “No more excuses…I’m not letting anyone get in the way. Not even you.”

You finally break out in a smile, brushing it against his lips before reclaiming them, not minding the wet leather.

You spend the rest of the day in each other’s company. You put away the groceries before the room temperature worked against their favor and got yourselves changed out of your rain-dampened clothes, throwing them in the dryer. Even if he lived right next door, you allow him to wear your most oversized shirt after he insisted he should, watching the cotton fabric cling to his broad shoulders with the hem just hitting him at his hip bone.

Man, he’s a large man.

“Kinda snug.”

You scoff, crossing your arms in an attempt to hold yourself back. “You can get clothes next door. You’re just a few steps away.”

He grins, approaching you. “It’s raining…I could get sick.” His long arms land on either of your shoulders, reminding you of that cat that knew too much in a childhood cartoon. “You don’t want me sick…”

“You wouldn’t get sick taking two long strides to your house, Jeon,” you respond, rolling your eyes, unable to meet his.

“But you’d take care of me if I was, right?” 

You roll your eyes, accepting his advances of a hug and feeling his chin fit in the crook of your neck. “Kiss a guy two times too many and he follows you around like a stray cat.”

He grins. “You like it. Don’t act like you don’t. You probably even like my bike and you’re not telling me.”

“Okay well, no. Those are two separate matters.”

His arms wrap around you tighter before reuniting your lips, such tenderness and sweetness in his gaze as he thumbs over the curve of your cheek. “You don’t deny that other thing.”

“I thought was already point blank. You know, when I didn’t push you away, kicking and screaming.”

“Yeah, but,” he shrugs, his cheekbones only getting higher. “Hard to come by something nice from you. I want to hear it.”

You sigh, giving in. “Fine.”

Your head fit between the divide of his chest, hearing a quickened pulse underneath it. You close your eyes as your hand strokes against his back. “I have… feelings for you. Maybe for once good feelings. Just don’t get cocky about it.”

Overwashed with calm joy, he takes you tighter, inhaling the soap in your hair. “Too late.”

[cottoncandyswisherz]

bae i luh you

peaches asked, so i delivered because who am i to say no to a god?

bf!chris x gf!reader

warnings: fluff, HATING ASS HOE, suggestive, swearing,

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the bass was BOOMING in the tara's living room. today was nicks second space camp drop and ms. yummy insisted on celebrating with a party because of course.

as y/n stepped into the house she was assaulted by the smell of alcohol and sweat.

someone needed a fucking speedstick because DAMN!

anyway, she was brought out of her thoughts by her boyfriends arm being snaked around her waist as she walked. 

"you alright chris?" she asked.

"yeah im good. im just not trynna get fucked up tonight, so you gotta stay close." he reassured her.

"i wasn't leaving your side anyway." she said, grabbing his hand and making her way to their crew. "SUP SLUTS?" she shouted and everybody cheered. 

and the night went on just like that. 

taking a shot for solidarity, partying with their friends, and losing themselves in the night. everyone danced and enjoyed each othe

r. chris and y/n particularly enjoyed each other. 

suddenly y/n's new favorite song came on. as soon as she heard that "i say HOOOOO BABBYYYYY" a switch flipped. 

the moment was no longer about enjoying the feeling of chris being semi-hard on her ass. it was about letting the whole house know that he was hers.

and wreck-it ralph himself couldn't break that. 

so she did what any self-respecting woman would do. she began screaming the lyrics to him while moving her body and making heart hands. 

bae i love you you my everything im yo main bitch fuck a wedding ring

chris just laughed and began singing along with her, pulling her body to his, so their noses were touching. 

in this moment, y/n realized how much she loved chris. what she'd do for him. she'd keep every secret. she'd lie for him. she'd kill for him. she'd die for him. she'd live for him. 

did it scare her? fuck yes. 

she was supposed to be a pimp, not a lover girl. and she only knew this man for a year. but if president sexyy can be tied down than so can she.

i only knew him for a week but i swear thats my boo i might let the nigga trap me bitch my summer through but dont give a fuck do anythang for you

the couple was in la la land (ryan gosling hit me up!) as they danced and laughed and loved up on each other. 

to the untrained eye, it was disgusting. but to their friends, it was the moment they'd all been waiting for.

matt smiled with pride at the side of chris being with who he really wanted to be with, rather than who he think people want him to be with.

nick was shocked at chris being so openly in a relationship after physically cringing at the mere thought of sharing a scooter with a girl, but happy for him nonetheless.

tara was damn near in tears, seeing y/n being her true soft self.

jake was wishing he had someone he could be gross and cute with.

tril (who introduced the pair) was just glad chris was finally getting non-toxic pussy and y/n was getting the dick she deserved.

but of course the moment had to be ruined. 

there's always a bitch ass bitch trying to  kill the vibe. 

or should i say, a bitch ass bum.

as soon as the couple saw who'd been standing there staring at them like monkeys in a zoo, they made eye contact and simultaneously busted out laughing.

"what do you want bruh?" chis asked, sighing in an attempt to control his giggling.

"you're fucking with her after we just broke up two weeks ago?" she nudged her head in y/n's direction, which only changed her mood from wildly entertained to mildy irritated. 

"i'm not just 'fucking with' her." chris responded bluntly. "she's my girlfriend. my girl. friend." chris made sure to enunciate his words because he knew this girl was a little slow. "something you would have had to been for us to 'break up'. which we never did. because we never dated." he pulled y/n into his side and made sure she was good before he looked back at his old talking stage.

y/n was more than good. her pussy flooded when chris called her his girlfriend. 

nigga we go together tell them hoes we go together

"but-"

 this bitch still fucking here?

"but nothing hoe." y/n butt in, deciding to handle this situation herself. she stepped to the girl and looked her good in the eyes, to make sure she felt every word. "he just told you he has a girlfriend so get the fuck on and find something safe to do."

the girl cowered and walked away without another peep. leaving chris and y/n to embrace each other with passion and love and lust and all the other good feelings.

it was official. everyone knew they were together. 

everyone knew that they were each others. 

what more could a retired pimp ask for?

niyah speaks luh part two to feed yall for the week

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @mattssluttygf @zniyadgaf

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and by mommy i mean me)

[twipsai]

ive been wanting to do something like this for a while, so here we go

Silver's straightforward attitude and anxieties: a poorly formatted analysis

Silver's anxiety is something i havent seen talked about a lot, and im really just barely going beneath the surface here -- i hope i did it justice in anyway sfdkSKHJFDSKFH i think about his obvious anxiety disorder a lot

transcript of all the text i added under the cut incase its hard to read for some ppl ^_^

image 1 (source: IDW #8): "isnt really used to banter, got worried he actually offended Sonic"

"he worries a lot about not being useful, because thats pretty much his entire purpose in life. if hes not doing something, he will find something to do (badly) or panic. he gets nervous at the slightest insinuation that he mightve messed up because the last thing he ever wants to do is get in anyones way."

"for how powerful he is and how much shit he talks, Silver doesnt really think very good about himself or his own worth."

image 2 (source: Sonic Universe #82): "its hard to say anything here that i havent already said, its just another example os Silver having issues with his self wroth, and also a lot of his motivation coming from protecting the people he loves (and, more generally, protecting the world), considering a page after this he gets up and completely wrecks the Second Devourer"

image 3 (source: IDW #8): "Silver will take pretty much anything literally. he lacks the social skills to identify when someones being serious bc he grew up completely alone"

image 4 (source: IDW #14): "he cant lie (is both bad at it, and it really just doesnt cross his mind to do so), but he can change the subject"

"he also really doesnt like it when people are worried about him -- almost every time people show concern for him, he tries (and fails) to lie or change the subject"

image 5 (source: IDW #14): "he didnt see anything suspicious about [Starline giving the "vault code"] because he doesnt usually assume people lie directly to him, its just not something that usually crosses his mind"

image 6 (source: IDW #60, TSR interview): "Silver's rudeness, his naivete, misunderstanding of jokes/quips/banter, inability to lie, it all stems from his straightforwardness. its simple, but but oftentimes effective (yes i chose a bad page to showcase when it works, ignore that)"

"Silver doesnt like to beat around the bush or show off too often. go in, defeat the bad guys, get out. it ties in with his anxiety of the future -- time is always of the essence"

"Q: What are some of your favorite items to use during the race?

Silver: [...]but the Jade Wisps' "Ghost" is the only one I like. I can disappear and focus on the race."

"it does make him forget to stratagize and cooperate with his friends sometimes, though, when his first instinct is "hit it until it stops moving""

image 7 (source: Sonic Rivals 2): "im not really going over his bluntness in this, but literally the entirety of Rivals 2 covers that. he doesnt think to hide what hes doing because he knows hes in the right, so he just expects everyone else to know that. he expects people to believe him just because hes telling the truth. he doesnt see why he would have a reason to lie, so he never thinks to justify his actions."

"a lot of this bluntness is also shown in IDW #64 -- Silver cant be stealthy and observe someone from afar to save his life when he knows hes right about them. he really takes no time to explain that Duo is Mimic before Whisper steps in and attacks Mimic, even though if he took the time to talk through what happened, he probably couldve convinced Lanolin of Duo's true nature"

image 8 (source: IDW annual 2022): "Silver has pretty much zero idea how to navigate the world outside of helping other people and saving the world. he is almost constantly in "survival mode" and doesnt know how to handle low-stakes"

"(he sometimes takes casual conversation too seriously because of this)"

"he is constantly worried about the future. to an almost unhealthy degree sometimes, its often all he thinks about. when he knows exactly what to do, he comes off as confident and powerful, but when he doesnt know what to do..."

"...he completely spirals. to him, an uncertain future is worse than a doomed one. not knowing how to fix things is one of the most terrifying thoughts to him."

"if Espio hadn't been here to calm him down, i think its super likely he'd have had an anxiety attack."

image 9 (source: Sonic Generations, IDW #64, Team Sonic Racing, Sonic Universe #79): "like, i truly cannot emphasize enough how he cannot relax. anything can be a threat, and if he doesnt see an immediate one, he will find something that is one. "

"he can rarely calm down, because every second hes in the past is another second he should be saving the future"

"i cant properly showcase it here, but if you run past him in Gens, he'll immediately be on-guard."

"he has to always be looking for the next world-destroying foe, it's pretty much his default setting."

"there are tons more examples of his overt anxiety, but these are some of the more prominant examples."

image 9 (source: Archie Sonic #235): "we even see in the traitor arc in archie how Silver is constantly paranoid. the idea never crosses his mind that there is no traitor, because something is always wrong. hes like a machine built to find a problem with no off switch"

"almost anything can set him off and make him untrusting of anyone, because thats the only way he knows how to live. anything can be a threat in his eyes, and when there is no threat, he will either find one or panic that he cant find one."

"because when you spend your entire life fighting,"

"how else are you supposed to live?"

[hypnoneghoul]

Hyp how do you feel about Dew or Aeon getting railed into nothing but pathetic whimpers by Rain or Swiss?

ehhehe

ngl you always come here with the best damn requests... you said "or" but i saw an opportunity so i went and made it an "and"

850 words, transmasc dew, transmasc aeon/phantom (used aeon because thats the name in the ask and its whatever for me), vaginal sex, praise and slight objectification

Having proper sex on tour wasn’t the easiest. Of course, the ghouls always managed, but proper sex? It usually had to wait for a hotel night and even then they rarely could go full in, being tired of getting scolded for noise complaints and… other complaints. Also the beds were usually too small.

Usually…

This time, for whatever reason, Dewdrop, Swiss, Aeon and Rain were all put into a room together. They all groaned at the news, already imagining being stuck in some tiny shithole where they’d have to constantly keep themselves from ripping each other’s heads off. It all changed when they actually saw the room.

Again, for whatever reason, this hotel was good. Great, even, and the four of them had no idea what they did to deserve such a room, but they’d use it well. Very well.

A few hours after they got to the hotel they were already in the middle of something that could be called an orgy if not the lack of… ritualism.

The first round went by too quickly for anyone’s liking, due to their pent up energy, but they could go for as many rounds as their little demon hearts desired. They had started out with Rain laying flat on the bed on his back, face smothered in Dewdrop’s pussy as the fire ghoul sat on his face, moaning like a whore against the headboard. Rain’s cock had been passionately sucked by a certain quintessence ghoul, who in turn was being fucked from behind by Swiss.

Everyone knew who’d go first, and sure enough, it didn’t take much for Aeon to moan wantonly around Rain’s cock as he’d come, his cunt clenching around Swiss’ dick. That threw both the water and multi ghoul over the edge, too, and Dewdrop had followed shortly after, flooding Rain’s face with slick.

Soon enough they were on it again, this time Rain and Swiss pounding into Dewdrop and Aeon respectively, with all their might, from behind. Skin slapping against skin, various bodily fluids soiling the sheets; moans, whimpers, grunts and cries along with filth and praise spilling from different sets of lips.

“Good boy, Aeon,” Swiss groaned, earning himself a squeeze around his cock for the praise. The quintessence ghoul whimpered under him and Swiss could see tears or drool—or both—dripping from his face onto the bed. “My good doll.”

The noise that left Aeon this time made Rain next to them growl, drilling his cock deep into Dewdrop. It was his turn to moan wreckedly and shudder, arms barely able to hold himself up. Rain smoothed a hand down his sweaty back as he bent down over him, not being able to stop himself from a moment of softness.

“Doing so good for me, droplet,” he whispered. Dewdrop whimpered pathetically, all but choking on his spit. The water ghoul smirked at that, pressing a kiss to the top of his mate’s spine before straightening back up and snapping his hips again, making Dewdrop rock forward.

Swiss turned his head to Rain, grinning at him as he mimicked him, nearly sending Aeon flying to the other end of the bed. “Wanna switch?”

“What?” the water ghoul huffed.

“Our little fuck dolls,” Swiss explained, still grinning, and Rain’s cock kicked when Dewdrop clenched at his words. He liked the idea, then.

With one last thrust Rain pulled out, groaning at the sight of his mate’s ruined cunt. Swiss did the same, slapping Aeon’s ass on his way, and after a bit of shuffling, the water and multi ghoul were slamming back into Aeon and Dewdrop.

All of them were so sensitive, they felt so close, but still not really there. Dewdrop and Aeon were so fucked out that they couldn’t do anything but let out wrecked noises and incoherent babbling. Swiss and Rain weren’t much better off, holding onto their minds with iron grips.

He was so gone he probably didn’t even know who was fucking him.

Soon enough, though, Dewdrop’s moans started to increase in pitch and his cunt started to feel even more slippery, driving Swiss truly insane, but it was something else that made him cum at the spot.

“I’m c– close… Rainy, please.”

Swiss let out a broken whine and folded himself over the fire ghoul, snapping his hips one more time to bury himself in as deep as he’d go and spill inside Dewdrop, clinging to his back. His second orgasm of the night washed over him, too, at the feeling of being pumped full of warm cum.

When the multi ghoul’s sight returned to him, he noticed Aeon was currently squished under Rain next to them. He guessed Dewdrop’s words affected him as much.

The four of them panted heavily, half passed out. Swiss glued his cheek to Dewdrop’s shoulder and kicked up a pleased purr at the intensity of his smell. He closed his eyes for a second.

Or so he thought, because when he opened them again—after not getting a response to something he said—everyone was asleep. In the same positions that they’ve cum in.

[jasperstorage]

my love ❤︎︎ .

genya x f!reader hellooo! this is pt 2. So, if you haven't seen pt 1 go check it out now!

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Genya was sitting at the dinner table with his brother, he was still stuck on what you said. Did you really want to go on a date with him? so many things were going through his mind at once that he didn't hear his brother shouting at him to get his attention.

"Are you going to eat or what?!" Genya then quickly looked up from the plate of food to his brother. Sanemi looked pissed off, "sorry nemi. I zoned out."

"Tch, whatever. Just hurry and eat so I can start washing the dishes." Genya nodded his head; he watched his older brother throw his dish in the sink and walk upstairs to his room. Then there he was, all alone.

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The next day, genya checked his phone once he had gotten out the shower. There he saw, was a text from you! It read, "Hey genya! so, about the picnic date, I'll come around to your house around 4, okay? we can walk to the park together."

Genya realized he had forgotten all about the date, he then started frantically running around his room. He wasn't sure what to wear, what to do, what to say, he didn't know what to do at all. Genya checked his phone again and the time was about 10 am.

He started thinking about what to do till then, then he thought about giving you something. Maybe flowers, chocolate, your favorite snacks? what could be the best decision?

Genya sat down, he needed to take a breather. Everything is going to be okay. All he needed to do was inhale then exhale. He then got up; Genya decided today was the day he was going to be bold! well, that was until it was time for you to be coming to get him. He was a wreck all over again, and then...

DING DONG! was that..the doorbell? He was an even bigger wreck then before. How could you already be here? at that moment he wished all time would pause. Then his door creaked open, and there you were. You looked prettier than ever.

"Hey! so...Sanemi had let me in, I hope that's not a problem." Then that soft smile of yours appeared on your face, Genya felt like he was going to faint there right at that moment. But tried to keep himself together. "T-Thats fine..so do you want to start heading there now?"

"Well, I checked the weather, but it seems like it's going to start raining any minute now. so maybe we can hang out here, If that's okay with you!" Genya froze, a girl in his room? His face started heating up. After what you said, you realized that genya was doing that thing again. Where he would freeze up and his face would go bright red. You giggled at this and put your bag down, you walked up closer to him and touched his hand gently.

He then snapped back into reality; he didn't know what to say, a beautiful girl was touching his hand, and not just any girl. It was you!

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You then got closer; you held his other hand. You put both of his hands to your chest, " Genya, I'm not sure if you even feel the same way. But if you don't just promise me our friendship won't change." Genya knew where this was going, so you really do like him. He smiled softly and nodded his head, "promise." You put your head to his chest. "Genya..I like you. I like you so much, I don't even know how to explain it."

Genya then let go of one of your hands, making you look up and then..he kissed you! You then put both of your hands on his cheeks. His soft skin felt comforting. He put his arms around you, then you broke the kiss. You giggled, and then his face got red just like before.

"I-I like you too (y/n), more then you could ever imagine."

You two then shared a tight hug, you never wanted to let go of him.

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hello!! I really hope you enjoyed this. if you have any requests lmk! (im sorry this is so short btw :(

[shadow-riley]

FIREWORKS {Simon Riley x reader}

written by yours truly

gn!reader simon riley fluff? SFW [plot w a lil sum at the end] [feel free to skip to the 'not boring part']

(scroll to red letters if u wanna skip this part)

It was New Years eve, at 23:30 (11:30pm). Task Force 141 was celebrating loudly, either down stairs in the base lounge, or in the backyard doing fireworks.

You, however, were in your room, lights off, the fireworks changing the color of your walls with each boom. You exhaled, smoke leaving your lips from the blunt you were smoking.

Your best friend, Simon, knocks on the door frame, standing there with whiskey in hand. There was a strange understanding between the two of you. Two broken souls in a broken world who fixed each other and only each other in a beautifully symbiotic way.

Ever since your bf died, KIA, (k!lled in action) you were a wreck, Simon being the only person who would see you vulnerable. Ghost was there on your hardest, lowest, ugliest days though. And you were the one who held him when he sobbed. He was your best friend and you were his. You both hated everyone else, only having a soft spot for the other.

He came over and sat next to you on your bed.

"It's crazy out there, don't blame you for hidin'. how you doin'?" Simon says. he hated everyone but you. Though he was still tough, he had a soft spot for you.

you pass the blunt to him and he takes it from you and chuckled, a low chuckle from somewhere deep in his chest. He smoked, and looked up at the ceiling, the only source of light coming and going, changing the room to a different color every couple of seconds before fading out like footprints on sand.

He leaned his head back against the wall, his hand on your back slowly moved up a little bit, now it was fully on your side, his warm hand rubbing the skin of your side.

Simon continues to rub your side, his other hand bringing the blunt up to his lips again to smoke.

"You alright? ....Y'know, fireworks remind me of Hunter (kia bf) sometimes." he said as continued to rub your side.

you turn your head to face him but don't make eye contact.

"Why's that?"

"he liked to blow shit up" Simon answered, his gaze on the wall facing him. He took another hit before passing it to you.

He watched you closely, knowing that if the weed wasn't in your system you would have been halfway through a breakdown at the mention of his name.

Your voice is low and smooth, if anything, slurred as you speak up after the smoke from another hit evaporates from your mouth. "you ever done the midnight kiss thing?"

He glanced down at you, his hand had settled on your hip now, he chuckled a laugh that rumbled from his thick chest. "No no, never have. Never really cared for it.." he said, a smirk on his lips.

"yea i find that shit for the Instagram couples" your tone relays something almost envious, but not noticeably so.

He laughed again, deep in his chest. "And the overly cutesy couples who are 'so in love' that they need their relationship validated by other people, by kissing in front of them."

A sharp exhale of a laugh sounds from the back of your throat, a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes tugging on your lips. "oh definitely"

Simon takes the blunt back from you as you pass it to him, his arm around you tightens, subconsciously pulling you ever so slightly closer to him.

Your eyes flicker to the photo of my bf who was kia that was on my desk.

Simon follows your eyes gaze to the photo of your ex. he swallows a little, watching as your eyes flicked to the picture of your boyfriend.

He didn't know what to say, but he knew that you missed him… a lot.

Simon continued to look at the picture, a pang of sympathy washed over him as he knew you missed him dearly.

"Right…" he said, gently rubbing your hip with his hand in a gesture as to silently say 'I know you miss him..'

"thats why i'm high right now"

Simon knew your vices, and what you turned to when you missed him.

"The reason you're always smoking, the reason you're always high…" He mumbled as he glanced down at you.

You nod as the smoke leaves your lips.

The two of you looked like a couple from a grungy romance movie from the 90's.

He took took another hit before changing the subject. "New years resolutuon?"

"not murdering Soap" you say straight forward.

A smirk appeared on his face behind the black mask as he let out a gruff, deep chuckle. "I don't blame you, i've almost shot Soap myself a few times."

THE NOT BORING PART~

"yea...what time is it anyways?"

Simon lets go of you for a moment and looks at his watch. "It's 11:50pm.. why?"

"You gonna go find someone to kiss?" you were half joking.

He raises an eyebrow, face bare before you, before he looked down at you.

"Me? Nah, I'm fine right here." he said as he wrapped his arm around you again, his hand resting on your hip this time.

"here?" you ask, but it's more of a statement then a question.

He hummed, it almost sounded like a scoff as he glanced down at you.

"Yeah, right here. With you…" he said as he continued to smoke the blunt, and look at you.

"yea but im no fun…im here moping, you should be getting wasted and having stupid sex, know, all that shit" you say to the wall.

He chuckled again, this time as he shook his head. "Why should i go out and do that… When I can be in here, with you? I don’t mind the moping, and you’re fun to me." He said as he moved the blunt from his lips.

You turn to look at him.

He looked back down at you as he exhaled the smoke.. He had a soft spot for you, and right now it was showing through.

"What?" he asked, his voice thick and gruff.

You take in his features for a moment before answering. "i d'nknow"

He smirked a little as he looked back at you, his arm around your hips tightened a little as he leaned back against the wall, his head resting back as well.

He held the blunt up to his lips for another moment and took another hit, as he exhaled the smoke he spoke, keeping his eyes on you. "You're looking at me like I did something."

"j's thinkin'..." you continue watching him.

"Thinking? What are you thinking about…" He said in that deep voice of his. He took another hit of the blunt, and held in the smoke for a moment as his eyes lingered on you.

"you…" you look at the wall "you're the only one im vulnerable with…and i think you can say the same about me" you look at him.

He looked down at you, eyes scanning your face as you spoke. He knew you were right, and he also knew you were the only one he was vulnerable with. "Maybe i do… So? Whats your point?" he asked, not meanly. He exhaled the smoke he was holding in as he waited for an answer.

Simon looked back down at you, his arm around you stayed tight. "You're staring at me again..." he said as he took a hit of the blunt.

"maybe its the weed, but your eyes are pretty...." your tone is soft.

He chuckled a little as he inhaled the smoke from the blunt and watched as you said that.

"My eyes, you think my eyes are pretty.." he said with a scoff. "Never heard that one before." he said.

He glanced down at you, watching as your eyes lingered on his own. Something sparked between the two of you in that moment.

He slowly started to lean into you, his head tilting to the side as his eyes continued to watch you. He could feel his heart start to beat a little faster, thump thump thump, the sound deafening in his ears.

The sound of the fireworks outside was faint, but you could still hear it. It faded away slowly as he continued to get closer to you. His hand on your hip tightened as he came even closer to you.

"I don't get it… why now…" he mumbled as he was inches from your face.

"maybe it's not now...maybe it was that day you picked me up off the floor and told me to keep living."

Now that you said that, he remembered that moment vividly.

When he found you crumpled up on the floor in a ball of tears, and he picked you up and told you that you'd keep going, despite whatever happened.

He exhaled a breath through his nose, almost like he sighed in realization. His head had been even closer to yours, his eyes still watching you intently.

"maybe…it's just now that we're both…feeling"

He hummed a low hum, it was almost like that was exactly what this was.

Him realizing that he felt something for you, and you realizing that you felt something for him.

"Maybe you're right…" he mumbled, he was impossibly close to your face now, as his eyes continued to look into yours.

The loud cheering and counting down signaled midnight, fireworks going off outside… but the two of you were trapped in this moment.

Simon's breath hit your skin, a shiver ran down both of your spines, it was an intoxicating feeling that pulled you two closer together.

"Si..." Your voice is breathy and soft

Those two letters coming from your lips sent shockwaves through his body and soul as he heard them.

He didn't know if he was supposed to do this, but he needed to. He needed to get even closer to you, to feel more of you.

He shifted close to you and brought his other hand up to your face, holding your head in his large, calloused hands.

"its midnight" you say, tone gentle and voice low.

He glanced over to your alarm clock, the red lettering on it said 12:01am. Simon looked back down at you and hummed.

"Yeah it is, what about it?" he said, he was so painfully close to your face. "Are you going to do anything special now that it's midnight..?" He mumbled, the two of your faces were only about a centimeter or two a part, his hands were still on either side of your face.

"are you?" you ask.

He exhaled from his nose, as you were so close he could smell you and you could smell him. It was a mix of gun powder and sweat.

"You're supposed to kiss someone at midnight…" He said, his eyes lingering on your lips.

"yea.."

"And are you gonna kiss someone at midnight..?" He asked, he knew damn well he didn't want you to kiss anyone else…

"im waiting to find out" your voice almost becomes a whisper.

He chuckled deeply, his eyes continued to switch between your eyes and your lips.

"Are you going to make me say it…" he mumbled, his face was so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"are you going to do it?"

"Depends…" he said, a smirk appeared on his face under the mask, a smirk that made your heart skip a beat.

He brought his face even closer to yours, he was millimeters from your lips, his hands still on your face. "Are you going to let me kiss you…?" He mumbled, he was so close to your lips that both of your breaths mingled together.

Your nod is almost non existent, as if you're scared to move.

He let out a breath, it was a breath that said 'it's about damn time'.

Simon closed the space between you two, and kissed you, his lips pressed up against your and he took a breath through his nose.

Simon's hands slid off your face and onto your hips as you kiss him back, pulling you closer to him as you two kissed. He needed you closer to him, he needed more of you. His hand held onto your hips, pulling you even closer to him.

PART 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/shadow-riley/758940387954032640/pt-2-fireworks-simon-riley-x-reader?source=share

[zbwor1d]

Zb1 members as love tropes<3

🤍 pairing : zb1 members x genderneutral!reader

🤍 warning : cursing, not proofread

🤍 genre : fluff cuz thats all i know what to write, a bit of angst in gyuvin's

🤍 word count : idk tbh sorry

♡kim jiwoong

fake relationship

you were in a same acting project

while practicing the script together, he proposed the idea first

saying that it would help with the chemistry between you two

"are you serious?" you hesitated.

"yeah, what could go wrong?" he simply replied with his sexy ass eyes

after shooting for couple scenes, both of you start to get confused with the relationship

it felt REALLLL

he asked you to meet after the shooting

"i think," he started. "i think, you know, i might fall in love with the idea of us"

♡zhang hao

soulmate

you were sitting down in the corner of a coffee shop, reading the same page of the book over and over

all because of the overly handsome guy who was sitting across the coffee shop, doing something on his macbook

you swear you could feel him in your memories

while sipping your tea, you try to steal another glance, but he already looking at you

it made you jumped on your chair, frantically trying to flip trough the pages of the book in your hands

you had your head down, eyes focusing on the book hoping that he wont catch you staring

but then, you heard the chair moves, footsteps getting close

"fuck im fucked" you cursed under your breath

"im sorry to disturb you," he softly knocked on your table, "have we met before?"

"huh?" thats what im thinking! you thought

"i know its weird but i think we might have history? i dont know but i could feel you somewhere in my memories but cant pinpoint where" he let out an awkward chuckle

you smiled, amazed by the situation, "its crazy cuz i feel the same too"

"uh, then, can i sit here with you?"

♡sung hanbin

summer's fling

you decided to have a vacation at a beach for the whole summer

everything was doing great, especially with your crazy good looking tourist guide

he was sweet, funny, great at making coffee and got really attractive when his on the surfing board

you two were having popsicles

"have you ever surfed?" he popped a question

"surf? i've never... isn't it kinda scary?" you replied

"well, at first, it was. but then it became my comfort activity. i can teach you"

then here you are, face being hit by the waves countless of time

"it's hard! i think i have low iron or something, i can't stand on this thing" you sulked

he giggled "you're just scared. come on its okay, im here for you, to hold your hand" gazing your eyes

the silence was too loud and your cheeks is burning hot in the summer heat

you avoided his gaze

he smirked "and for the whole summer too"

♡seok matthew

first love

you two were 18

and he was your class monitor

he was the brightest and it was hard to not fall in love

you were having the fattest crush on him and it was kinda- no, really obvious, your friend said

during the midterm exam, you blew off the test so bad

"yo, mr.park wants you at his table" your classmate informed

upon entering the teachers' room, you were a bit taken aback seeing matthew was there too

it was embarrassing to have your crush watching you being nagged for your bad test result

"honestly i don't know what is wrong with you, but if this happen again next exam, you might just give up college" mr.park sighed "but i am a responsible teacher, i wouldn't let that happen. hence, this is why our matthew is here"

"pardon sir?" you heard him, just need confirmation

"2 or 3 month tutoring is not that bad right? i heard our guy here is very good at teaching, right?" mr.park said

during the first tutor was very nerve wrecking, you didn't want your feelings get to him

"are you okay? you look a bit tense" he asked

"i- im f- fine, yeah"

"really? wanna stop a second?"

"no- i really don't understand this part" you quickly changing the subject

"oh this one? let me see" he scooted closer to you

and your reflex was to get away from him, resulting to you falling off the chair

"woah im sorry! you okay?" he went to help you get up, resulting you to slide away from his touch

"i- im okay!" you said, avoiding him

poor boy was confused

but then it kinda clicked, "you really like me that much?" he smiled, "i thought i was the only one who likes you" he confessed

♡kim taerae

love at first sight

you were going out to relieve your stress

just walking around the city

and then you heard a beautiful voice singing accompanying the guitar sounds

you walked to the voice and saw a man doing a busking with lots of people surrounding him

at one point, he smiled so brightly and sweetly that your heart couldn't handle it

while you were falling in love with his smile and voice, he just happened to look at you and his smile brighten

you stayed until the show was over

he started to tidy up his equipments but halted when he saw you

"oh, you... you stayed till the end?"

"yeah..., you have such a sweet voice, and smile"

he smiled again, "ah, i get that a lot"

you said without skipping a beat, just following your thoughts "can i have your number?"

♡shen ricky

childhood friends

you two weren't the closest friends, but for some reason, you had a lot of memories together as a child

you parted ways when high school started, he started to get famous and you just there, being the outsider

but once college life started, you two were miraculously got into the same university

both of you still didn't talk to each other, just smiles and awkward hi's when crossing paths

but one day, while you were eating alone in the cafeteria, he made his way to you

"hey, can i sit here?"

glancing to all the empty spaces in the cafeteria, you replied "yeah"

putting down his food, he started "it has been a while right?"

"i know" you continued "i saw you come to school with different sport car everyday"

"oh, you've been stalking me?" he teased

"wha- no! im just- you're every girl's topic, it's impossible to ignore" you were taken aback

he smirked, "ah the girls, were you jealous?"

you scoffed in desbelief "why- i- you acted like you don't know me wrong the whole 4 years and-"

"i wanna know all about you now" he cut off

♡kim gyuvin

enemies to lovers

you don't know when it started, but the tension between you two are always tense

he just know how to make you mad in every way possible

but in the end, its him you seek comfort to

one day your group friends were having a visit to the amusement park

but eventually all of them can't make it, leaving you two to enjoy the fun

"why is it always you" you sigh

he scoffed "huh, you really think i want to hang out with you? make it make sense."

but not wanting to waste the precious ticket, you guys decided just to take the roller coaster ride

but boy is scared asf

unconsciously, he grabbed your hand and held it the whole ride

after the ride, you seriously wanted to make a hideous remark to his situation that moment but he was really sick

he silently sat down to the nearest wall, head pulled all the way down

feeling a bit worried, you asked "hey, you okay?"

"i told you i hate these rides" he replied with a small voice

"i- im sorry, i didnt know that" you hesitated, but eventually have him small pats on his back

to your shock, he suddenly hugged you

"shut up, i really needed this" he reasoned

"you scaredy baby" you smiled, putting your chin on his head

♡park gunwook

bestfriends to lovers

it was raining hard and you guys were stuck in a convenience store

boy was craving some ramyeon so he called you to go for a midnight run

"i know it was already a bad idea when you ring me at 1 in the morning" you sighed

"well, at least we can eat ramyeon" he responded

looking at your dispirited expression, another stupid idea popped out of his head

he grinned,"hey, wanna do something fun?"

he grabbed your wrist and started to bolt out of the store

"WTF ARE YOU DOING" you screamed after being greeted by the heavy rains

"AINT THIS IS FUN" he screamed back

you two laughed and continue to run aimlessly, hand in hand

after a while, you two sit in the rain, and he looked at you, asking for eye contact

he smiled and you replied his smile

"i love you" he confessed

♡han yujin

boy next door

it has been 2 years since you moved in the current house

but it was kinda hard to be close with the neighbors, everyone was busy with their lifes

but every morning before going to school, you always meet this beautiful boy that lives one unit below you

you two would exchange smiles and nods and thats it

but one day, he knocked your door

"he- hey" he shyly greeted

"oh, um yeah why..?" this is bizarre

"im sorry but do you have some salt..?" he asked

"some what?"

"ah," he scratched his head "i tried cooking and i just realized i dont have... you know, uhh... salt."

you went in the get some salt

"here you go" you smiled "you need more help?"

he hesitated for a second

"oh its oka- i mean- i think i need some help, the bacon is kinda burnt.." he let out an awkward chuckle

ah, yeah of course lets go save the bacon" you laughed

while going to his house, he said "just saying, but i've been wanting to talk to you" he shyly confessed

p/s : yeah i was inspired by Love Struck in the City for shanbin's and Have We Met Before by Sarah Barrios for matthew's ngehngeh plz do send me ideas for me to writes more! -inha🍒

[papil0nglegs]

Is it casual now? ❤️‍🩹

Scout x reader *in situationship

A/n: I FORGOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS AHHHH, ok this is where I actually take a break from writing. Just thought I’d give you guys something to eat up before I leave! Don’t worry I’ll be back, don’t miss me too much <33

Warnings: Situationship, ‘breakup’, angst with bittersweet ending.

Dividers by Strangergraphic-archive

God he does not know how to handle this. You being in a situationship hurt him. Not only does he love you, but you were in a never ending cycle of lust, false hope, and rejection. He’ll talk to spy about it but there’s only so much he can do, he knows how to pull the ladies but doesn’t know how to pull them out of something like this.

It just felt like a wound that kept getting rubbed with salt. He saw how much you forced yourself to change just so that you can think of having a slim chance of being with them. He hated it, it drove him insane.

“Spy, I feel like I’m losing my damn mind!! I can’t stand seein’ them like this, it’s been drivin’ me nuts.”

“Relax boy, you’ll be lucky to be able to snap them out of it before they sabotage themself.”

Cease-days were no longer days where you and scout can fool around all day. Now you woke up everyday at 5am to get ready to spend the entire day with them. Shaving every inch of your body, spending hours on your makeup and hair, and looking for an outfit that’ll be sure to make them happy. You’d come back to the base at 12-3am, no one saw how ruined your makeup was from wiping your tears away after another day of nothing but desperation.

Once you came home at 6:00, just in time for the sky to turn a light grey. All the mercs were sound asleep, except for scout. He doesn’t sleep until you come back.

You immediately flopped yourself on your bottom bunk face first into the pillow, not bothering to take off your shoes or even undo your hair. Scout stared into the wall side of his bed and heard you cry, your pillow muffling your voice. Scout was the only one who heard you that night, he closed his eyes, trying to think of ways he can get you out of this mess you kept crawling back to. But he didn’t know that you were basically dragged out of it that morning.

The morning was pretty rough on you. The alarm clock along with the sounds of bickering the mercs caused didn’t allow you to sleep another minute. So you basically forced yourself to wakeup, which was enough to motivate scout to confront you about what was going on. He offered to just have a little chat with you, and you obliged. Now the two of you were sitting on the side of your bed, staring into the ground.

“Listen toots, I’m just thinkin’ that.. none of this is good for you. I mean, it’s been gettin pretty ugly ever since you’ve been visiting that guy. I’m your friend, y/n, and I need you to know that I love you and you can’t keep doin’ this shit to yourself..”

You stared into his blue eyes, and all you could do was, laugh? But your eyes were watering, were you crying or was this all a joke to you? Thats what scout kept asking himself, until you later began to frown, and your laughs turned into sobs. You leaned against his shoulder, your tears staining his sleeve. He didn’t care, he just kept on rubbing your shoulder, leaning his head against yours. He felt upset for you but also somewhat relieved, if anything, this was better than whatever you had to go through before this.

After he helped you through the breakup with a guy you’ve never been in a relationship with, you wrecked their house while they were at work. I mean, fuck around and find out right? Neither of you had the nuts to go straight up kill him but something is better than nothing. While you’re at it, why not set his house on fire! Unless they’re still in there.. wait whys their car still in the driveway?

[h4rring1on]

could u do eddie and reader being enemies but readers had a crush on him for a while now and she accidentally calls eddie on the phone and talks about why she likes eddie 😭

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: swearing, thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

eddie munson.

god, no words can explain how much you hate that name, especially because it belonged to someone even worse.

it belonged to the most annoying, hated, nerve wrecking asshole. you hated eddie with your whole entire being.

ever since he made fun of your pigtails when you were 8, you declared him your mortal enemy. he never changed since then, always making fun of you, always teasing you, getting on your last nerve.

you hated him so much. you never understood how people seemed to like him, or think he was cute!

like what?! him? cute?! no! impossible. he’s so annoying and a demon from hell!

but god was he cute.

you would never admit to him, but he’s really cute. even though he’s an asshole, he made your heart flutter, he was sweet to you when you genuinely didn’t want to deal with his shit.

why! how dare he make you feel this way! it was frustrating you so much, you hated him, but somehow loved him

after a long while of keeping quiet, you had enough. you needed to tell someone, so why not tell chrissy, she can keep a secret

when you came home from school that day, you called chrissy right away

“hey! before you say anything, i need to tell you something. okay here it goes—oh my god. this is so annoying! you’re right, chrissy, okay? i admit it! i hate eddie, so fucking much! well, hated. oh my god i can’t believe this, why is this happening to me?! why did the universe make me fall in love with the worst person on earth! i’m sick of him, he’s so annoying! why does he have to be so cute? and so—ugh! i love him, chrissy. why do i have to love him? he’s always a prick, and now he chooses to make me love him?! what’s wrong with him! god i hate him! but i love him…but i hate him!” you said, and proceeded to scream into your pillow in frustration

you were met with silence

“…you done?”

your eyes widened, and you froze, that wasn’t what chrissy sounded like. that sound—that voice, its manly—it’s annoying—its…

no. NO. NO NO NO

you quickly hung up the phone, and sat there in shock, you cannot believe this. how is this happening?! how did you call eddie instead of chrissy!

you spent the rest of the day contemplating every single life decision you made

should you even go to school tomorrow?

should you even go back to school ever?

how are you gonna see him like you didn’t just say all that to him?

this might be the most embarrassing moment of your life

after dinner, you sat in your room, not even being able to close your eyes for five seconds without remembering it again. then you suddenly heard rocks at your window

hesitantly, you got up and opened the window, your eyes widening

“couldn’t get rid of me that easy” eddie said with a smirk of his face

“what are you doing here!” you whisper yelled

“you gonna let me come in, sweetheart?”

and there he was, standing in your bedroom, a shit eating grin on his face as he looked at you

“great talk on the phone today, by the way” he teased

you groaned and fell on your bed, screaming into your pillow with eddie chuckling in the background

“please go away” you said, too ashamed to look at his face

“oh come on” he said, “don’t you wanna talk to the worst person on earth, who you love?”

you groaned again

“alright, guess i’ll have to save my confession for another day”

you sat up, “confession?”

“lets say what you said may or may not be what i feel as well” he said, and you sat there in shock, “hmm, but i’ve been told to go away so” he said as he began climbing out the window, but you quickly pulled him back, pulling a little too hard, making you fall back, forgetting how strong eddie is

eddie was quick to grab you, “careful, sweets” he said as he looked into your eyes

“did you—do you really mean what you said?” you asked

“ ‘course, doll. you’re like the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, you’re kind of sweet sometimes, you somehow take care of me even when i make your life a living hell? you’re smart, you’re beautiful and perfect…you think i was acting normal when i was hearing you talk about me? got me squealing like a little girl, babe”

you couldn’t help but smile at his words, the two of you leaned in, and shared a soft kiss. all the hatred, all the frustration, it all went away as soon as your lips touched his

once you pulled away, you two stared into each others eyes

“you’re mine now, things are about to get much worse im telling you” he said, making you chuckle

“been dealing with it for long enough, don’t care anymore” you said, as you kissed him again

[ouppypio]

wooooooooaahh lots of ppl wanted to hear about the au so uh explanation ( also sorry it was late at a party rn)

Magical Girl Au Explanation Thinggy..

Before everyone chose to be a magical girl, they were once all human untill meeting Caine. Caine is some magical being along his buddy Bubble who he made. Caine has good intentions but due to his lack of understanding human emotions, does intentions back fired. He seen how humans have suffered, either by pain,depression,ect. He wanted to help the humans by either turning their lives more fun n stuff. I haven't thought on what he does but the idea was there are the Abstractions and creatures (example like the gloinks) that wreck people's lives but nobody can see them. As they live in this sorta circus themed world thats you can only kinda can get there without magiccccc....n stufffffffff. Caine decided to gather people who were willing to destroy those monsters, again this au is going through construction so I haven't figured out for some parts like why Caines intentions backfired so if yall wanna give out ideas I'd be happy to hear em. Back to what I was saying, Caine manage to get a few members for his group or whatever u wanna call it. Alot on who he gathered got abstracted ( alot of this is inspired by Puella Magi Madoka Magica so alot of it will be similar to that anime) so the previous members are now Abstractions (like previous magical girls turn into witches) All of the members were once human, but apon meeting Caine. Caine came to the conclusion that the human body was just to weak for them to fight so he came with a solution. By using his power, he turned their human body to these magical forms, essential what they are in the digital circus. But these body aren't human at all, they don't have organs or look anywhere near human like that so that strikes another problem. Since they can live in the human world anymore, Caine decided to create a new home for them, The Digital Circus. All of the members were devastated to learn that their lives were taken away and now having to live in some circus well just like the show... they abstracted. I might go for an idea that Caine erases all of their old memory to help with their sadness but again with it backfiring with them going insane n stuff. Again feel free to leave out ideas.

So now we begin with our story starting with Pomni. Pomni or whatever her human name would be (Pammy? Pamantha? Poppy?) She's is a depressed,overworked, and very much hates her job, office worker. Working for a company ( maybe for a game uh again not sure) who desperately wants to change herself, to prove the people around her that she can do something, that she can make a change, to have a purpose. That goal could spark the interest of Caine, so one day appearing in front of her to make a deal. Maybe possibly one of the monsters attack her. Either by accidentally going to the magic world thingy on mistake ( she maybe noticed a weird group of them going to this portal, or by just peer dumb and bad luck...she would have lots of bad luck) Possibly Caine saves her or the group instead. Which ever I go for Caine strikes a deal with her and she goes along with it because of the desperation to be something. And once she actually learns the horror of this new body and new home, she regrets it...as all the others during there first times. Now me meet the group, starting with the oldest

Kinger, the one who's been apart of the group the longest and most wisest. He's somehow been able to stay somewhat same but due to so much time dealing with all the craziness and losing someone dear to him. The magical girl gig has kinda broken him away so especially he's the plan/ smart guy in the group. Telling information for the group for missions and strategies.

Then Ragatha who's the second oldest member. She is essentially the mom friend, who often aids her friends during battles and keeping check of anyone (especially after someone abstracts) She tries to put on a happy face and cheerfully personality to keep her sanity, as it's her way to deal with her forever situation.

Jax is the third, he's the playful and prankster as always. Often teasing and annoying his teammates whenever he has the chance to. Jax often doesn't wait to attack during missions and ignores everyone's warning, unless Caine gets him to sit down and listen. But all of the sass and humor is his way to cope with the situation.

Gangle is the fourth member of the group, she's quite soft spoken and scared. As she still struggles a bit of her situation, and relys on her mask to deal with her emotions. Although she isn't weak, she can find herself to cower over some missions if they get to much. Mostly when she doesn't have her happy mask on, and that mask helps her with confidence. Although her emotions help her boost her strength if in very strong emotions.Her coping is practically relying on her masks to keep her happy,although a certain someone keeps breaking them.

Zooble is the fifth and came not long after Gangle. They are a distant and "idgaf" type of person, often trying to not get close with anyone and to just get over with it. Zooble sorta chills there untill they go to another mission, and their distancing is their way of coping. Not wanting to make connections to people in fear of losing them, just over all wanting to do the missions and nothing else.

The basic plot of it is Pomni and everyone else going to mission while they slowly start to find out more and more about everything to who they are, Caine and his secrets,and the universe itself. Anyways that's what I'm going to leave off, have a sketch of Pomni and Ragatha designs. I do plan on finnish it aswell with everyone's else but im tired and I wanna go to bed. Also credits to @massivemilkshaketale giving me ideas for this au, ily all and gn :33

designssssssss

[lizaluvsthis]

For your SMG34 headcanon who was the first one to fall in love and when did those feelings turn mutual?

Okay I think I might share some of that smg4 episodes here-

(COUGH this is gonna take too long than just a simple answer. Forgive me-)

I'd be likingly to say that Smg4 felt like he and three somehow 'linked' together after their first encounter. In this time- four thought it was nothing and is just a shove-

But when coming to the episode "The Monster"

Three and four actually made a basic contact with each other. Four asking how Three's day was like- DUDE- HE'S LITERALLY YOUR ENEMY... but three responds back boring than usual.

Then this was their first interaction with each other.

In WOTFI 2012

Three asks four if he really thinks coming to hell would solve all of his problems. Then four responding in agreement. "Yes actually, seeing your face and thinking where did my life go wrong"

He wanted to destroy four so bad until mario saves the day- he never interracted to them after that.

In S.M.G. club. Smg3 happens to be the one who works there. I mean- a CLUB WITH A WHOLE LOOKALIKES OF SMG4?????????????????

WHAT NOW??? But as mario left three the scene ends there from his appearance.

The Mystery of the missing white and blue

This EPISODE is where Smg3 is probably the FIRST one to actually reveal is slightest hint of crush for smg4 when he said he would be his "girlfriend" and he would be the "boyfriend" now I may have thought about it- what if after his interraction with four during The Monster episode is actually where he started to consider having him on part of his life?

Enemy or not.

He worked in a literal look alikes of four in the club. Did he have an obsession with four that much?

Maybe he started to have that thing planted and started growing a tiny sprout during the missing white and blue?

Maybe he was trying to show he wasnt that mean and evil. (Literally saved four's life and everyone here)

In Birthday Freakout

Enzo's birthday- Four asks three "you're gay for me?" Then three punches him out of the room.

Three does change little by little from wotfi 2018 where he called up as a certified psychiatrist, Three's appearance was shown after getting his award for saving the universe and without his help- Waluigi couldve destroyed everyone.

During the episode Mario's spicy day

Four thought three has got something from his sleeve and wrecked the whole place that three worked hard for down.

This made three so sad- and it really did broke his heart seeing the reason why he maybe was wrong to actually change into a good person. And to actually have this deep feeling for Four.

This changed three's perspective change back from where they used to be enemies again. Theres how you got 2020 of wotfi

Back on his world of dead memes- he actually changed- he gave up on destroying four (again) and actually calmed himself down

Perfectly balanced episode is where his feelings with four actually started to plant its seed again. Tho its not visible but it is seen on the 10th year anniversary where he calls him out for a baka- right after when smg4 calls him a tsundere.

And there got the episode after smg0's appearance. MARIOS OKAY⁷

Thats where the two had held hands with each other for the first time and actually the part of also training their meme powers together. (To work it off- from the other episode where smg3 sacrificed terrence in exchange for his meme energy to transport into mario for an escape) he didnt let or didnt used the choice of using anti-meme energy.

He didnt want him and four to go insane even tho the power he gain attraction to. He simply gave out terrence...

Ykw? Theres just too much- lets just include the main one. Mario does tiktok challenges where three and four kissed off screen. (i hate susan for that)

All i want for christmas is mario to FREAKING SHUT UP

Is the episode where smg3 finally has that smile on his face being there with smg4- thats the moment he got mutually connected to him and probably well- starts to have more interactions with eachother offscreen.

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Smg4 felt like him and three were linked with each other after the first contact. And Three starting to have a small crush on four during/after his job on thhe S.M.G. club.

I have a feeling that he was slowly trying to change after his constant fails from finishing off four with his stupid evil plans.

And starts to change for a chance to make it up for a fresh start.

Three losing his feelings for four but ends up right back again after the arc and does change. He starts to actually have a mutual connection with four.

(Now for four I was thinking that it was his late-turn to actually have feelings for three after wotfi 2021 sorry i couldnt add more because these two are so gay that I could barely say anything-)

[vivaladicamillo]

Dude! I need a smutty and fluffy Headcannon of Ryan taking care of the reader who is his girlfriend and a female cast mate while she’s drunk as hell while out with the guys

RYAN DUNN TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK!READER

ive been super duper sick these past days and now that i actually have free time i can write abt ryan !!!!! i love him literally so much thank u for requesting this!!!

WARNINGS: talks of alcohol, drunk sex, and cursing

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SFW:

ok so yall are out with the guys

yall prob go to some cheap ass bar just to drink yk

turns out you had a little too many

nah a little is a understatement

u were stumbling, slurring and obviously wasted

ryan takes notice of this right away

bam starts picking on u and yk, being bam

“u cant hold ur alcohol for shit y/n”

ryan has to get him to stop so he can take u home

ryan would take u home ( or carry bc u literally cant stand up )

he finds out ur a very touchy person when ur drunk

not jn a weird way tho

just hugging and rambling abt how cool ryan is and how hes the best

even though ur literally talking to ryan

he thinks its cute

“nonono u don understand, dunn is literally the BEST person like ever to exist~”. “trust me y/n i understand” he says through a chuckle

will either go through ur draws to find you something to wear to sleep if ur at ur home or give u some on his old boxers and a old le tigre band tee he has

lets u go get changed (if u can) if not he will help u

he just wants u to he safe and comfortable

he will tuck u into bed and put medicine and a glass of water next to ur bedside just bc he knows ur gonna be FUCKEDD in the morning

will sleep on the couch even if its ur house just so he knows ur ok in the morning and don’t accidentally choke on ur vomit or something like that

hes definitely a over thinker when it comes to that stuff

NSFW:

ok different scene here

yall end up going to ryans hpuse just to hang and watch a movie or something

ofc u guys had some drinks

and ofc yall end up getting wasted

at this point in the night the movie is long over

u guys are just cracking jokes and laughing and just talking

he probably ends up accidentally confessing first

“ heheh, you know y/n ur like the most perfect person ever.” “ryyyyy stawppp thats not truee” “absolutely it is, everything about u is perfect, ur personality, ur looks, ur humor..”

god he will go on and on abt how ur perfect and how he really does love u

“well y/n.. i’ve actually liked u fooooorr quite some time now ive just had zero confidence to tell you” he says slurring

ur kinda taken aback

ryan mother fucking dunn

LIKES U??

the kid who u have liked since highschool LIKES U??

u admit that u have had a mega crush on him for a while now

but he honestly wasnt even paying attention to ur speech

hes just admiring you

and ur lips

mostly ur lips

“y/n,, can i kiss u right now?”

you two end up making out on his couch

then he carries u to the bedroom

i personally think ryan is sweet as can be during sex sober but drunk ryan is A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

hes just a wreck when it comes to u

he would literally do anything for u

lots and lots of grabbing and touching

he just wants to stay like this with u forever

sloppy kisses is a must

also A LOT OF PRAISE

i feel like when hes drunk though he just fucks faster yk?

he goes as a faster pace then he normally would

he also probably doesnt last as long as he usually does

u just feel so good how could he resist

cums on ur stomach or in a condom if hes wearing one.

is probably gonna pick uo a random old shirt on the ground and clean u up with it

HES A STINKY GUY WHAT DID U EXPECT??

after that, u will be stuck in a bear hug the rest of the night

lots of forehead and cheek kisses too

the next morning yall honestly don’t remember the night before

so waking up in ryans arms is a bit of a surprise at first

but when he wakes up and smiles at you

you feel happy

you finally got him, the guy u always wanted, and it only took some liquid courage to do so

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hopefully i did think correctly and right 🙏 making more ryan hcs soon

[kentosbabes]

Hi how was your day! I hope it was good

(Everything from here is my daddy issues screaming)

Imagine nanami (maybe gojo and geto to if we’re feeling a lil silly)

With a reader who has daddy issues(self projection🧍‍♀️) both kinds…

The shouting and yelling one aswell as the distant one

Cause like yk my dad is in another country and when I do see him it’s really awkward and usually ends in some sort of fight

If I had to explain the relationship I have with my dad I would need a year cause it’s so complicated

BUT ENOUGH OF THAT LETS GET INTO THE ACTUAL STUFF

So I can’t really form relationships with men cause I’m scared I’ll get hurt again but when I do it hits me like a train wreck cause I get attached to older men so quickly

Literally any type of praise from men makes me start sobbing

At the end of the day I’m just an angry little girl who wants her daddy back

THATS THE SCRIPT BASICALLY

I just want nanami to praise me then comfort me as I cry about how much I hate and miss him All at the same time

Imagine how confused he would be when I start sobbing just cause he told me good job after I done something so small like waking up early then I explain that I’ve never felt that kind of fatherly love before and it just makes me crumble

Imagine how he would look at me when I start staring at a dad and his little girl being happy together not crying or anything just staring wondering why he couldn’t be like that and what I did wrong to make him so angry at me

this is so long I’m sorry if this is to long or to blunt 😅😅

OH MY I hope you're okay...

but I can relate in a way, having a father who isn't from here and had a difficult childhood means he often projects his own issues onto me. I'm also very similar to him and I do everything to try to live up to his standards but that means we often just clash and argue all the time. The need for praise is probably what led me here and my obsession with older men...ANYWAYS this is going to be very self-indulgent but I hope you enjoy &lt;3

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After a long day at work, Nanami cannot wait to come home to you. Although he knows you may not be the happiest due to him working overtime again, he hopes he can make it up to you with lots of kisses.

Just as he anticipates your standing in the kitchen with music playing while you sir of what he assumes is his favorite food. You're dancing around with an apron that says 'I love my boyfriend' tied tightly to your body. 'Hey love' he says as he walks towards you, dropping his bags in the process. You turn and smile at him bringing him into a tight hug. 'you're in a good mood' he mumbles into your neck.

'missed you' you say pecking his cheek before focusing back on the dinner. Nanami wraps his arms tight around you and begins kissing you neck sweetly.

'It smells so good my love' he says his chin resting on your shoulder 'Your such a good cook'. You lay your head on his as you begin to plate up the dinner.

Nanami can't help but notice your change in behavior as he continues to praise your hard work. 'I'm so lucky, god your amazing' he practically moans out while he takes another bite of food. Usually, you blush and get all flustered at his praises, instead, you don't touch your food at all and begin playing with your fingers under the table.

He watches as you get up and begin to wash up the dishes. Nanami thinks it's because he worked overtime and how he hasn't been as present as usual. He pushes the thoughts of insecurity to the back of his mind and walks back up to you, helping dry the dishes. 'That was perfect baby thank you' he says whilst putting a plate away.

You sigh at his words. Thoughts of memories with your father flooding through your mind. How he would dance with you in the kitchen and feed you the food he cooks. All of the good and loving memories of him fade away as Nanami continues to praise you. As much as you appreciate his support you can't help the feeling of sadness that creeps up into you. The memories of the arguments and fights with your dad and the constant trying for his appriciation.

The feeling begins flowing through your chest and your surroundings begin caving in on you. Nanami watches as you drop everything and rush off to the bathroom. He finishes up the dishes deciding on giving you some space.

The tightness in your chest only begins to get worse and you find yourself being sick. The constant thoughts of your dad and how he made you feel mixed with the love and care you so dearly miss was overwhelming. Your boyfriend is quick to rush into the bathroom and soothingly rub your back.

He doesn't question you, he just pulls you into his chest and lets you cry. The feeling begins to ease as he softly rubs circles into your back. 'come on love, let's get you to bed' he says before helping you up and laying you in bed.

Nanami cleans up the bathroom and kitchen before joining you. His fingers draw patterns on your arm as you lay on your back facing the ceiling. You cant help the thoughts that invade your mind. The good and the bad memories of your dad mixed with the anger you have for him.

The memories of how he would take you to the mall after being gone for weeks to make up lost time. And how quickly that happiness would be ruined. The arguments about your grades and lack of support he provided. Then he's gone again, whether physically or mentally it would go weeks before the cycle then repeats itself.

The lack of appreciation and support he provided is what made you fall in love with Nanami. All he does is shower you with praises and compliments and makes sure to support you in everything you do. Yet this time it was different. You couldn't help but imagine how things would be different if your own father showed you the love and affection you deserved.

'whatever bothering you love stop thinking about it.' Nanami's voice snaps you out of your thoughts 'We will deal with it tomorrow, just get some sleep'.

'Kento' you say softly turning to look at him. he hums in response 'I love you'.

He smiles widely before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 'I love you to now get some sleep my love'. His words send you right to sleep. His gentle touches taking away the bad throughs and allowing you to fall softly to sleep.

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'You're up early' Nanami says turning to look at you waddling out of the bedroom. You groan out in response, going to sit next to him on the sofa.

'You slept very well though, I'm proud of you' he says placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You don't know what flows through you at that moment. Whether it was anger or annoyance, you just felt like you wanted out of there. It was all getting too much. The memories and images of your father back flowing in your mind. The fighting and the screaming at one another. Just begging for his approval. You shove out of Nanami's hold moving to the other side of the sofa. 'babe what's wrong?' he asks reaching out for you.

'won't you just leave me alone' you mumble looking down at your hands. Nanami's expression is filled with confusion. He thought maybe you were just stressed yesterday and some sleep would help, but this was different. This wasn't who he knew, but that didn't mean he was going to stop trying to help. So he reaches out to you again.

But you're quick to get up from your seat and practically shout 'Leave me alone' before ranting on about how he's never home and you never see him and how bad it makes you feel.

Although slightly shocked Nanami still proceeds to reach out for you as you wave your hands around and shout. He can't shake the feeling that there is something else behind all of this. That he's somehow triggered a memory that has left you agitated.

'my love, it's okay' he says softly as he rises from his seat. 'I'm sorry I haven't been as present as usual, and I will do better from now on. I just can't shake the feeling that there's something else'

His hand reaches out for yours once more and his soft touch sends you over the edge as you begin sobbing into his chest. His arms wrap tightly around you as your clutch onto his pajama top. Your tears begin to wet his shirt but he doesn't care, he just wants to be there for you in any way he can.

After a while of holding you, your sobs begin slowing and he sits you down on his lap, rubbing circles onto your thigh. 'talk to me my love' his simple words, allows you to feel safe in his arms like he won't leave you like your father.

And so you explain everything, from the good memories from when you were young to the fights that happened when you got older. You tell him about the anger you still feel towards him but also how much you miss him and want to be his little girl again.

'oh my love that's horrible. You deserve all the love in the world and I will do everything to make sure you know that' he continues to comfort you through your breakdown until he has you giggling in his arms

'I'm serious my dad did that to me can you believe that?' he chuckles watching as you smile up at him. 'come on let's make pancakes and then maybe we can have a picnic, how does that sound?'

'it sounds perfect Kento, thank you' you say pulling him into a soft kiss.

Before you know it you're laying down in the sun with Nanami whilst he feeds you strawberries. Everything is perfect from the sweet strawberries to the way his hair softly blows in the wind.

Soft giggles can be heard not too far away and you turn to look where they're coming from. You see a young girl playing with her dad running around. Nanami is quick to notice your staring and brings a hand to your chin turning you so your eyes meet his own. 'I know that must bring such sad memories into your mind, but there's no point thinking what if, you wouldn't be the beautiful person you are today without it and I love you no matter any imperfections you think you have, to me your perfect'. He smiles down and softly kissing your lips before beginning to tickle you 'Now we've just got to make sure you know how deserving you are'.

we. you and him together. 'o-okay Kento stop that tickles!' you giggle out collapsing onto his chest.

[bucketspammer4life]

Punch out boxers and what pet(s) they would have

hey bestie, exam season is almost over so im recovering a bit so why not give this to you all??

Glass Joe - small, fluffy and cute white cat that is the spawn of satan, knocking shit over, eating your food, wrecking the couch, massacring the toilet paper, all while looking adorable, named "Bouffon", sometimes called bonbon because of it

Von Kaiser - a doberman thats scary as shit but a complete angel, very loud barks when scared but very cute otherwise, named "Turm"

Disco Kid - an african grey parrot that never shuts up, really cool but still the spawn of hell to a certain point, always singing or quoting stuff,named "Angel"

King Hippo - a capybara & a turtle, he lets the capybara on his bed and the turtle has its own pond, both of them are pretty chill and the most evil they do is just bumping into doors, the capybara is named "coco" since Hippo made a hat for it using a coconut shell, the turtle is named "Reef" since he ran out of ideas

Piston Hondo - some koi fish & a praying mantis, he has a pond for his fish and decorates it, meditating there when the weathers right, the praying mantis has its own terrarium and doesnt let it out unless he has to change up something since hes paranoid about crushing it, the koi fish dont have names but the praying mantis is named "リーフ" (Leaf) since he found it fighting some bug on a leaf

Bear Hugger - besides the squirrel (we dont count mrs bear since shes more of a friend and it would be rude to call her a pet)he has a pet snail and a rabbit, the snail is one of his first pets and he got it when he first started his boxing career and found it in the showers after a match, its named "squeaky" because of that, he actually found the rabbit not too long ago after feeding it some dandelions, it just came over to his house on a daily basis after a while and he accepted it, the rabbits named "Dandy" since bear hugger saw it eating a dandelion and ran with it

Great Tiger - has a pet snake & a gecko, the snake has a pattern somewhat reminiscent of a tiger with its Orange & Black stripes, despite its fierce appearance, its pretty shy and hides a lot, the gecko is the opposite of that: it may look not very intimidating but its a menace, the snake is named "tiger" (how creative) and the gecko is named "Woob", aran came up with the name after taking a glare at it and just saying "woob."

Don Flamenco - other than the spider that carmen owns, he has a pet goldfish named "Fish" that he he just feeds and fucks off, he has 0 emotional attachment to it, he could see it dead and he would go "damn sucks to suck" And move on, hes not the one for pets

Aran Ryan - a mountain lion he thought was just a really big cat, he gave it a bath, fed it some meat and just adopted it, it doesnt really mind but its like... really confused, aran named it "princess", the way he found out was him inviting bear hugger over and seeing him go "IS THAT A FUCKING MOUNTAİN LION" the moment princess walked out of the bathroom after eating the toilet paper again

Soda Popinski - a husky thats absolutely running from place to place 99% of the time, its sometimes a bit mishievious but pretty well behaved, its named "soda" since thats pretty much his idea of a cute name

Bald Bull - a lazy fat ass street cat that sleeps most of the time or just eats food, its mishievious but not enough to bother moving, its suprisingly good at opening cabinets and eating to its own hearts content, he really has no way to stop it, named "Tombili"

Super Macho Man - a shi tzu named "puffy" that likes to nibble on wood, its very fluffy since he takes great care to brush it

Mr Sandman - Not the type own a pet since hes indecisive about it, had a few pet goldfish before but thats about it for him

[until-another-one-comes]

Since we haven’t gotten a story mode yet, I’ve made up headcanons of at least 3 different versions of what Francis’s character is like in my head. They’ll change once the game’s updated in the future.

1) Average Joe Francis: Francis is just your basic white guy. Nothing remarkable about him. He just wants to live a normal life but gets really worn out by his job. All he wants is to do his work and get back to sleep. Doesn’t like to stand out, really simple but very shy and humble to everyone. He doesn’t have much confidence in himself and is pretty lonely. He may or may not have a normal upbringing or he could have a neglectful family. I headcanon that this version of Francis had a fling with Nacha because he was desperate for companionship but ended up getting her pregnant. He still pays for child support and cares for Nacha and Anastacha but gets very awkward around them.

2) Dead on the outside, dead on the inside: this Francis grew up in an abusive home that warped his perception of others and love in general. He was mistreated by everyone as a child that he developed some form of mental illness that kept him up all night. Francis became an empty shell of a person when he grew up and just works to survive. He’s not afraid to get bloody if anyone crosses him and it gives him a form of sick delight as the life fades from his victims eyes. If some housewife wants to have an affair with him (I.e Nacha), Francis wouldn’t have a problem with it not because he’s excited about wrecking a relationship, it’s because he’s got nothing better to do. Deep down, he believes he’s unlovable and that he screwed up all his life. If he does end up caring for someone, he will turn even more insane for them. He will do whatever it takes to make sure that person stays with him.

3) A true goth underneath: this is based off Yog Sothoth from the nightmare mode. I think the reason why Francis is a vampire is because of the inside joke that milkmen are known for home wrecking like vampires sucking away the blood and life force but that’s based on how the doorman sees him. Contrary to popular belief, this version of Francis prefers to not sleep with anyone at all. He just wants to do his job. Nacha might be an exception because I think they liked each other at one point but their relationship fell off because Francis was really moody and pessimistic. And since Yog Sothoth has a goth design to it, I feel like it can also reflect this Francis’s behaviour as a typical angsty brooding goth who hates life. This Francis loves dark places, loves sad music and writes poetry in his free time. In short, he’s a dark artistic soul /j

What do you think?

I love first one the most! Yeah, thats more or less my vision for him (except I have my own backstory for him and Nacha), just Some Guy tryna live his life while also going through his day with the threat of the doppelgangers. And tbh I think thats the most 'canon' way to see him.

Second one- I don't think Nacho-sama would make it canon, or at least not seriously, but again it is kind of sus that Francis's doppel and nightmare version is related to blood. Even though its fanservice I still see Yog being a vampire to allude the whole 'milkman are homewreckers' thing back in the 50s. But yeah I wouldn't be all that surprised if theres a twist of him being like that (especially since we already got confirmation that Afton has something going on, if one neighbor can be sus why not two. Or three. *Looks at Angus*)

HELP GOTH FRANCIS REAL?? LMAO I love that idea. RIP Francis you would have loved modern alt fashion.

(Sorry you didn't ask for this, but about Nacha- my backstory for them that I hope to write a fic for is that Nacha was married before her husband was a cheater. She had a one night stand with Francis (who didn't know she was married) and then left her husband once she realised she was pregnant. After giving birth to Anastacha they moved around a lot before finally settling into the current apartment. That just so happens to be where Francis lives)