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world0fmadness · 4 months ago

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STITCHIN’ UP MY HEART

max verstappen x cosplayer! youtuber! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for max with a cosplayer partner!

୨୧ i’m so crazy excited for lollipop chainsaw repop so you know i just had to include a cosplay of my favourite girl ever, juliet starling! i really hope you guys are liking the headcanons so far, i’m actually finding them easier to work with than smau <3

♡ view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: superhero by hiroaki takahashi - everglow by shift up - snake eater by cynthia harrell

♡ you guys met after he stumbles across one of your videos on youtube!

୨୧ he knows what cosplaying is, obviously, and though he’d never really looked into it that much before there’s just something about your face in the thumbnail and the beautiful smile on your face that makes him click on it…

♡ he watched it all the way through <3

୨୧ he thought you were one of the most creative and passionate people he’d ever came across on the web and loved how softly you explained things to the viewer, speaking into the camera as if he was really there next to you and you’d been friends for years

♡ your videos very quickly became a source of comfort for max, he felt like you were such a well meaning soul and just loved your voice

୨୧ eventually, he gets the courage to send you a message on social media, professing his love for your videos and how passionate you are, offering you a vip paddock pass if you’d ever like to come to a race and chat with him

♡ to say you’re confused would be an understatement… who is this verified guy in your messages? f1? i mean, you know a little about it like how a lot of people watch it and it’s people driving fast cars but you don’t watch it

୨୧ but max’s message is just so sweet and heartfelt, you almost can’t believe it came from someone as famous as him… you thought most famous people were supposed to be snobby?

♡ eventually, you message him back! extending your gratitude for his viewership and kind words, making sure he knows how much they mean to you and you agree to visit the paddock, mainly just to have a conversation with max as you’re now enamoured with how sweet he is

୨୧ max practically screams in happiness when you accept his offer, already thinking over how he’ll greet you in person, and sends all the details over to you

♡ when the day to meet finally comes, you dress casual, not really knowing ( or caring ) about the “ right ” way to dress for an f1 race

୨୧ when you meet him, he’s surprisingly a little shy! having watched your videos, now seeing you in person for the first time, it feels like the roles are reversed, it feels like he’s not famous at all, just an awestruck guy meeting a celebrity

♡ you guys have a casual chat over some hot drinks in the paddock, conversation flowing smoothly and peacefully… yeah… you think this is nice… you think he’s nice… you could get used to this

୨୧ little do you know he’s thinking the same <3

♡ eventually, you have to leave but not before making sure he has your number to call you later, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek and bidding him a thank you and goodbye

୨୧ he didn’t want to wash that cheek for a week…

♡ fast forward like, two years and many dates later anddd you’ve been dating for a year and a couple months

୨୧ he’s absolutely your #1 fan, your biggest cheerleader

♡ you make almost all of your costumes by hand, purchasing fabrics and stitching it all

୨୧ so whenever max is out without you and sees some fabric he thinks you’d find useful, he’ll always buy it for you!

♡ sometimes you stream some progress of making your costume and there are SO many fan favourite moments of max popping in and out of the room to check on you

୨୧ him coming to give you some snacks and a drink ( usually a red bull ), asking how the costume is coming along, getting jimmy and sassy out of the room because they keep playing with the threads… even sometimes popping in just for a quick kiss which fans especially love

“ it’s looking good so far liefde, when do you think you’ll be finished with it? ” ( he just admires you with soft eyes and a smile as you tell him how many more days you think it’ll take to be done )

♡ he loves showing people on the grid your latest cosplay photoshoots! he’s like a proud mother, holding his phone up to engineers and other drivers so they can see and telling them all about how long it took you to craft the costume

୨୧ but they don’t mind, max is the happiest they’ve ever seen him with you and some of the drivers ( most of them ) actually think your cosplays are awesome, especially lando! he asks max to pass on recommendations of future cosplays to you and whenever you’re there with max, you and lando are non stop talk machines…

♡ his absolute favourite characters for you to cosplay are really badass girls, he thinks you look especially good in those and your personality fits them so well

୨୧ but he also thinks it’s so fucking cool when you cosplay male characters, keeping your hair the same and just slightly gender-bending the character

♡ one time you cosplayed as john marston from red dead redemption and it just completely rerouted his brain wiring… you think he might have a thing for outlaws now

୨୧ well honestly, you being a cosplayer introduced him to a lot of new attractions that he’d never think of himself having…

♡ when i say he was gagged when you cosplayed as lady dimitrescu from resident evil village, i mean he was fucking gagged

୨୧ he couldn’t get over it, when you walked out of your closet after putting on the costume he was slack jawed for at least two minutes! he almost didn’t want anyone else seeing this one because it just did something so special for him

♡ and don’t even get me started on the time you cosplayed dixie clemets from rumble roses…

୨୧ have you cosplayed aphrodite from god of war III just for max’s eyes before and it ended in your bodies being tangled in the sheets your shared bed, soft lips meeting in a dance of deep love and hushed sounds of pleasure filling the room?

♡ yes, yes you have…

୨୧ and obviously you don’t just cosplay characters because they look cool, you’re a huge gamer and are actually knowledgeable on the characters you’re cosplaying

♡ he absolutely loves when you go on rambles about the character you’re cosplaying! it mainly happens while you’re crafting the costume, you’ll go into a spiel about why this character is so damn good and he’ll just stare at you with his lips turned up in a smile and this look of pure adoration in his eyes ( which is sometimes captured on stream )

୨୧ often times you play games cuddled up on the couch together and he’ll point out characters he thinks would make a great cosplay

“ oh, look at her liefde! that design is pretty, no? i think you’d look pretty in that… ” ( he thinks you’d look pretty in a potato sack )

♡ obviously max streams racing games and what not but you actually get max into playing story games too!

୨୧ though he likes to keep those reserved for just the two of you, very rarely streaming them

♡ one of his favourite types of games to play with you are couch co-op games! brothers: a tale of two sons, unravel, it takes two, overcooked

୨୧ and of course, moving out… oh boy, that game has you guys either laughing so hard and giving yourself stitches or yelling at each other so loud about just going in the right damn direction

“ no! not that way liefde! oh my god, over here, please just come over here and help me with this ” ( you’re never actually angry of course, soft chuckles constantly slipping out in between yells )

♡ whenever you cosplay a character that requires a lot of make-up, he’s always right there waiting for you when you’re done with a make-up wipe in hand, gently helping you remove it all

୨୧ he really helps out a lot with stuff! whatever you need, he’ll try and help… holding down two pieces of fabric while you stitch them together? he’s on it! searching for a very particular patterned fabric? he’ll be looking at online stores every spare second he has! he says it feels good to help you

♡ and what a good helper he is…

yncosplays: this month’s cosplays so far! the latest being my favourite girl, juliet starling ( and a special someone’s head as nick ) this is my favourite one so far… watch how i made it here!

maxynforever: is that max’s head… ?

> f1lover: oh my god, it is 😭

maxverstappen ✔️: beautiful as always liefde! i’m always blown away by your talent to craft these costumes… though i must ask, was making a replica of my head to hang off your hip absolutely necessary?

> yncosplays: yes, yes it was <3

maxverstrapon: i don’t know wether to be impressed or slightly freaked out about seeing a replica of max’s head on her hip…

#max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons #f1 smau #dating headcanons

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erika-xero · 1 year ago

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REPOSTOBER, DAY 24: the deadly foes (2017)

Knight Commander Meredith and Marian Hawke, the champion of Kirkwall.

Fun story: I met my partner because of this Meredith sketch (and he also did Carver cosplay back in 2016).

#Dragon age #dragon age 2 #kirkwall #marian hawke #hawke #meredith #knight commander meredith #repostober

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bitchlessdino · 2 years ago

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thinking about mean dom dino with but twist it with youngest and oldest rivalry of mean dom seungcheol having crazy threesome trying to impress you. and lots and lots heavy degradation.

insane combo.

Pairing: incubus!seungcheol x afab!reader x incubus!chan

Genre: smut, dark, fantasy

Word count: 3.7k

tags: poly, HEAVY degration (slut, whore, stupid) competitive chancheol, lip piercing!dino, banter, unprotected sex, reader with breasts, breed kink, breast play, clit slapping, spitting, spanking, choking, face slapping, oral fixation, ass play, oral (giving and receiving), double penetration, possesive chan, very brief mentions of death

Summary: A human serves one purpose to an incubus like Chan or Seungcheol. They were fuel.

author note: i went a little wild hahaha, my favorite dirty thing i wrote in a while, and i happen to really like how my banner looks, pls look <3

tagging: @candidupped

Chan bemused you the moment he crawled from the deep depths of hell, so he claims, determined to feed on you, the moment he first laid his eyes on you. His eyes flickered of fire red, and the tips of his dark hair met not only his eyes but grazed his broad shoulders. Chan stood before you, like he had discerned his fate in your eyes. He hadn't the slightest idea who you were, but deep down in his nonexistent soul, he craved for you. He had to have you.

You were living a timid cycle of mundane cosplay: working to make ends meet, sending money to family for their support, and putting energy into the world that hardly served you as an individual. It’d be dishonest to say you didn't crave adventure, intimacy, or belonging. You found all that in this strange demon.

He was mystifying, alluring, strapping. His face was boyish, and if you look too quickly, he would appear deceivingly kind. Despite that, his body is taller, wider, stronger than any ‘boy’ you had come in contact with. Then again, he wasn’t considered a ‘man’ either. No man had this kind of effect on you.

You had not experienced sex like you had with Chan. The way he handled you had a lasting effect. You savored him from his skin that burns like a thousand suns against yours to the cock that plunges into you like he’s playing a melody. The images alone of him restraining, biting you, swallowing nectar from you make your legs shake, your heart pound, the heat between your legs pulse (not that you had much time imagining with Chan).

No one had made you long for his body day after day, as Chan did. The fact he wasn’t human made all the more sense. You were aware of these mythical creatures, but never did you imagine you’d come face to face with an actual incubus, let alone two.

“You cannot make me.”

“Come at once, young demon. Do not make me repeat myself. You cannot attach yourself to this human. You have duties!”

You sit in silence at the scene before you, shamefully caught nude from the mid-coitus. The new demon had appeared within air, moments away from your intense wave of arousal, only to have your partner ripped off from right on top of you and land harshly on the hard floor with a thud.

You remember to cover yourself instantaneously with‌ your duvet, frustrated initially, but melt once you meet the eyes of your intruder. He was a tall and astute presence; demand was clear in his eyes. You blink back at him in awe, drawn to him like you are for Chan and now you are unsure where to avert your hungry gaze towards.

Seungcheol comes to retrieve his younger colleague, forcing his hand to take him back to the underworld before he leaves a permanent mark. You feared it had already gotten too far from that point as you have shared the bed and sexually embraced each other countless nights. The young demon had laid its mark on you and it burned to have him away from you for long.

Chan refused to leave, finding solace in his comfort mortal and he knew you wouldn’t let him leave either. Seungcheol, although understanding as he sees the energy you emit–a concoction of fatigue, lethargy, and insatiable lust–which makes you the perfect prey for their kind, but he is insistent.

“You have one job here and you must come back home once you are nourished.”

“I don’t care. I am to spend the rest of eternity here with my Y/n. They provide me with all I need!”

He called you his. You could feel blood rush to your cheeks hearing that, bending your neck to look down to avoid any watchful eyes, failing knowing that Seungcheol’s gaze was burning through your skull.

Seungcheol exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re being impossible, Chan.”

“You haven’t had a specimen like them, Seungcheol. You wouldn’t be able to proceed accordingly once you have a taste.”

The older demon cocks his brow at Chan, sneering at him as he bends down to meet his eyes. “Your impulse control by choosing not to leave this mortal’s side just further proves you’re a foolish demon. There’s no such thing. I am perfectly capable of anything and everything. They are merely human.”

Chan grits his teeth back at the man. “Care to wager then?”

This piques the elders, gesturing to the younger one to proceed. Chan then goes on to challenge him.He suggests they would both partake in taking you to bed with the same goal in mind: making you as cum as much as possible. Easy enough. If Seungcheol could find himself to resist you after a few rounds of sex, he’d drag Chan right back. If he doesn’t, Chan gets to stay right where he is.

It was just a matter of having Seungcheol understand Chan to a degree. If Chan couldn’t have enough of you, who can say Seungcheol will? It was about time the youngest demon would show that age does not equate skill or power.

Chan takes back his place against the bed, smiling down at you with a knowing smile. He picks you up from the back of the head, colliding with your lips, the metal on the bottom of his mouth cooly grazing against your flushed skin. You feel him smile. Your heart flutters at the most tender gesture he’s ever displayed. “Seungcheol shall join us. Maybe sure to give him a warm welcome.”

You nod gingerly, eyes blown out in lust, letting him take your hands. “Yes, Chan.”

“Good little slut.”

Chan beckons the third over, having their new guest strip down from their attire with your attentive eyes trained on him. The shirt is pulled off his body in a swift move, revealing the rippling torso—pure muscle packed in every sculpture of his body—and the clasp of his pants comes apart, the fabric falling abandoned to the ground. His firm length gets caught in his grasp, a stroke of his hand pulls up from his shaft, and he joins your ensemble with a crooked smile.

“Let’s see what makes you so special.”

Your throat goes dry in their presence, legs folding underneath you in a position of submission, and you stare back up at their eyes flickering–much like a lit candle that burns brightest in the darkest of spaces—hands shaking in anticipation.

In minutes, your eyes water from the intense sensation of your core having a pair of lips latched against it. Chan holds you from behind to steady you—caressing your breasts, pinching your nipples, licking up the intoxicating perspired skin on your neck—while he yearns to be the one with your pussy in his mouth instead of Seungcheol. The younger demon growls as he bites down, an anguished yelp leaving your lips.

Seungcheol buries himself deeper between your legs. His hot breath ghosts over your inner thighs, tongue licking stripes over your wet slit, pursing his lips and suctioning them as he feels your fingers thread through his hair. Your jaw drops the harder he persists. Your legs convulse, riding the stranger's face as if it came naturally to you. You have to remind yourself that sex does not occur even remotely close to this, knowing their capabilities are beyond what you’d find outside the walls of your complex.

“How’s his mouth? Are you enjoying yourself?”

You babble in response. Chan’s question becomes an afterthought. Your tongue twisted in knots as Seungcheol performs splendidly well, his tongue sweeping over your folds before plunging inside, while a looped arm allows his hand to play with your clit, squeezing it harshly. He can’t help but be proud of your response. He had done this countless times on other prey, but yours had to be especially entertaining. Chan averts your attention by pulling back the hair of your scalp, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Answer when you’re asked a question.”

You nod back at him, swallowing down your drool, gasping out exasperated, “Yes. He makes me feel…so good…”

Chan sneers at your answer, squeezing the sides of your cheeks with an index and thumb, pursing your lips. “Open,” he demands.

You do as you're told, your wet pink muscle sticks out in front of him, fatigue weighing down on your eyelids making them flutter. Chan shifts his mouth, drawing himself closer, harshly spitting back in your mouth. “Now swallow like a good whore.”

Seungcheol groans deep in your pussy, slapping against the side of your thigh and your body flinches, the spit naturally sliding down your throat. With that, Chan presses the back of your head toward him and meets your lips. You moan between the gap of his mouth, his tongue heatedly caressing yours. His hands fall back against your breasts, finding the sensitive peaks between his fingers before pulling and pinching. His deceivingly sweet laughter plays soothingly in your ears.

“Look at you. Can’t fucking control yourself.” He kneads into your flesh, pulling at your bottom lip, the brush of his piercing making the hairs on your neck stand. “Like how he eats you out, hmm? Better than me?”

You have no idea how to answer. Chan has eaten you out a handful of times, all gut wrenchingly delectable, but could you say that in front of Seungcheol? Would that have been mean? Or if it was the other way around?

It’s like Seungcheol is listening when his pace falters, looking up into your gaze from between your legs. His hair falls to his pretty round eyes, a light dusting of red on his face. He offers you a smile, one that blurs the line between sinister and giving. “Tell him, baby. I won’t get hurt, can’t say the same for Chan.”

Chan drags his tongue on the inside of his cheek, glaring back at the other demon but is only met with a smile on their face as he goes back to engorge on your needy pussy. You helplessly bite back a moan, trying to conjure a response. “I like b-both…but right now…S-Seungcheol.”

The victor rewards you with a fiercer round, having you scream out his name before your legs begin to give out on you. Your knees take either side of head and pushes himself deeper in you, his tongue unmercifully fucking the inside of your warmth. Your legs twitch to his side and you end up holding him down. His hand comes down on your clit in retaliation and you flinch with every time he repeats the gesture.

“Mmh, I’m going to–!” Your liquid heat releases from you like cream, riding the surface of his face like the perfect instrument to catch your cum.

Chan only further enhances the sensation by wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, closing the exits for your breaths. “Stupid slut, take his fucking tongue. Warm yourself for a real good fucking time. Say thank you.”

Your vision dulls, gasping for every possible breath. You hold your hands to cover his and squeeze harder around your throat. A smile stretches over your face. “T-thank you…thank you!”

“You listen so fucking well. Only thing you’re good at besides being a good fucking cumslut for me. You gonna take our cum today? Hmm?”

You nod back at him gingerly. “Yes, please, I want your cum. I want all your cum, please.”

Chan forgivingly lets you go. “Seungcheol my turn. Time to get your dick sucked.”

Smug in the face, Seungcheol rests against the bed frame with now your head between his legs. With your chest down and ass up, you simultaneously offer a view for both of them, caressing the length of Seungcheol cock against your cheeks. Chan remains behind you, only this time he gets to fill your pussy, pressing his tongue on the divide of your ass cheeks. “What a perfect fucking pussy.”

“What a perfect little mouth.” Seungcheol adds, stretching out your lips with his fingers, wetting them down to the knuckles, hearing you gag, before bringing them across your cheek. “You let Chan do this to you every day? You’re being a good, perfect slut to Chan? Of all our species?”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole, and just enjoy the show.”

Making you flinch, Chan spits into your pussy, watching it drip down your slit, before running up from the top of your pussy to end in eager licks, a cheek in either hand. You let out one last coherent moment before letting Seungcheol’s cock between your lips, and wrapping tightly around his girth, your pupils rolling back to your skull.

The moisture of your mouth coats the top perimeter of Seungcheol’s cock and he watches with a devilish grin. His bottom lip between his teeth and a brow raising up on his face, feeling you hug tighter around his girth, and the moans muffled around him vibrate against his cock. “Smart little slut, are you?”

His eyes shift in tension, running fingers in your hair until he shows he does it to only push you harder. “Take it. If you can take Chan’s cock, you can most certainly take mine.”

You force his length into your mouth, stretching your cheeks like elastic, and you bobbing yourself down on his cock. Your hands stabilize on his thighs–his thick, firm, rideable thighs–before sliding up his torso, drinking in his sculpted and chiseled abdomen that was hard as rocks. You ingrain the clear image in every wrinkle of your brain, holding on to it like a core memory. If you knew any better, you’d think a god himself sculpted him.

“That’s more like it,” He praises, “See. Multitasking shouldn’t be hard for you.”

Chan finds himself only deeper, lost in your set heat. Tongue gliding effortlessly between your folds, his fingers come behind to join in. That’s when you feel like hell has broken loose. His digits fixate inside your walls, plummeting deeper as a mixture of your arousal and drools dribbling down his chin and seeping out onto the sheets. His cock twitches, feeling the jerk of your hips, flat-handedly coming against the plush of your ass. “You gonna cum again, hmm…” he adds a third finger before he spanks your ass another time, burning hotter than it ever has before, “gonna cum in my mouth like the perfect slut I know you are?”

The delicious tension in your abdomen clenches, holding on to the sensation on his tongue, and letting Seungcheol take free rein of your controls, bouncing your throat over his cock and down his lap. Obscenities leave his lips as if they're in its own language. “Your mouth’s perfect for taking my cock. You like that? Me fucking your dirty mouth? Aren’t I filling you up nicely, little slut? Like you’re made to choke on my cock?”

The venom in the older demon’s words plays a threat to Chan's very existence. He growls in the depths of your heat, distracting you by finding a spot he knows all too well. “Mmp–Ch–”

His name comes out in incoherent, broken language, but he knew it was for him. His digits stretch and move inside you at an unnatural speed, readying your other entrance with a spit on the rim. A familiar sense of gratification enters you, your legs being the first one to discover, but stands tall with Chan’s face pressed against you.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol is about to discover his own enlightenment, holding your head down as his hips come‌ up. He swears he finds euphoria in your throat and his release is home in your body, filling your cheeks to the brim. When he lets go, there’s not a single thought home, your eyes looking off in his direction like a mindless zombie, desperate to suck off the remainder of his cum that is now leaking from the corner of your lips. He lets out an effortless chuckle, caressing the side of your head fondly. “I think I’m starting to get it now.”

“Good, because here's the fun part,” Chan says.

Chan pushes himself up for his hands to spread you wide; your gaping pretty, little holes perfectly in view. He spits one more time at your rim, letting the moisture slide down decadently. Moans escaping him at its glisten, dangling a translucent ribbon from his tongue before slurping it back in his mouth, obnoxiously loud. He then centers the head of his on your tight rim, adjusting to the stretch to his girth, “Mmm, look at that.”

He pushes himself deeper, the felt of your walls are heaven around him, and he jerks against you, grabbing balls of your ass in his hands. “By gods, you’re perfect for me.”

You’re close to moaning Chan’s name again before Seungcheol takes your head to pull you in a kiss, tastes remnants of himself on your tongue, pulling on your hair like a rag doll. “Say his name again, I’ll make sure you forget what it even is. Say mine, only mine.”

He tugs it on your hair a little harder, a whimper leaves your lips. “Got it?”

“Seung—“

Chan’s hand comes down on your ass, interrupting you. “Not on my fucking watch. That kind of disrespect with my cock in your ass? If you’re not saying my name, you’re not saying his.”

“Brat,” Seungcheol chuckles, reuniting in a heated kiss and sure you bruise and blemish the skin of your lips. He pulls you up and folds you up against Chan, having your heated back fit around his perfectly lean and toned muscles, his fingers find your slit one more, along with its slobber flooding around the entrance. “Chan’s so sloppy.”

The younger one scoffs. “My Y/n doesn’t seem to mind. They’re too cock drunk to say otherwise.”

“That I agree with.”

Seungcheol makes it so you lean against Chan, taking your legs up to his side. Your entrance stares back at him in desire as if it has a mind of its own, waiting for him to join the other demon. He doesn’t need to say a thing before he plunges his hard length inside you, and groans gather collectively in the room. He throws his head back slightly, dropping his jaw as he adjusts to your warmth, “S-shit, that feels…fucking good.”

“Like perfection.” Chan comments in a daze, having the other lazily nod in agreement. “Yeah, like perfection.”

Your one arm wraps around Seungcheol’s shoulder, the other around Chan, and you envelop yourself in this unexplainable heat, following the movement of these firm, tense bodies wrapped around your figure like a foil around chocolate. “Fuck…that feels amazing…”

Chan pushes your head against his mouth on your mouth, his groans getting caught down your groan, hands finding back on your breasts, holding with all the willpower in his body. Seungcheol may be sharing this moment with him, but you’ll always be his. He wouldn’t let you forget. You are and were Chan’s first. “Tits…ass…y/n…mine…”

There’s an almost desperation in his tone, almost human like, but the thought vanishes as he thrusts harder into you, your voice rasps in ache, whines soft little ‘Yes’s as he swallows your lips. Your light warm breath from your nose feathers against his cheeks delightfully.

Seungcheol grips you against his sides. He watches your sweet interaction with your long time immortal lover, seeing that smile on your face match Chan’s. It’s almost tender, bittersweet, forbidden. And Seungcheol can’t wait to rip apart its very existence.

He claims your neck, marking your skin much like you’re used to from Chan, and you swallow hard and have that shift in your throat apparent under his lips. He travels down your collarbone and over your shoulders, biting raw into your skin. You shudder, his hips grind into your core at the same time and it’s bliss, pure bliss.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you gasp out and their cocks go rampant up your body in an uneven rhythm.

Your bodies collapse on your bed. Chan ensures he’s still connected to you and kisses you with vigor, angst, obsession as his arms loop and clutch around your body. Seungcheol’s legs come around your legs to push deeper and harder. “You like that, don’t you? Two cocks fucking you full?”

“Taking two of our cocks like my perfect cockslut…my cock in your ass, his in your pussy…that gonna make you cum? You want us to fill your pretty ass and pussy with cum?”

You nod, your hand grasping for Seungcheol to come against your side. Your bodies mesh against enough, impossible to find when your individual selves started and where it ended.

“Well, you better take our cum,” Chan says, “fuck you full with cum from both ends. Breed you until you’re full, hmm? That what you want?”

“Yes, please. I want you to cum inside me,” you plead, tears running down your eyes, “Breed me please. I want–need it so badly.”

“Don’t regret it,” Seungcheol responds darkly.

Your eyes twitch until they close, body convulsing between the two warm cushions. Sounds leave your mouth but no words, only desperate to hold on to the little to no sanity left in your body as they fill you out. Chan is the first to leave his last thrusts, depositing hot, milky ribbons that leak from your backside when he pulls out. It's an image to behold. On the other side, Seungcheol gets a parallel image, the prettiest cunt adorned with white honey, caressing your sensitive folds from all angles. Your breaths begin to even out and energy visibly drains from your body.

You’re malleable, you're weak, you’re lifeless, like the light in your eyes was losing its presence, replaced with a darkness Seungcheol couldn’t quite explain. There’s only the life in your breath that proves you were alive, but in reality, your mind and consciousness are long gone. You should’ve perished like the others, and if Seungcheol was being honest, he thought Chan held himself back to extend this relationship, but no. It was your sheer will that kept you alive.

Seungcheol is beginning to understand Chan was right. There is truth in the younger demon’s words, and even now he had a hard time to believe it. The situation made Chan into some sweet love-stricken puppy, but far from it. Its power disguised as love and somehow you became a limitless, renewable fuel. You had no end and still it was enthralling, validating, addicting. Seungcheol was impressed, and now he wasn’t sure he'd get enough of it.

You had to be his.

Part two

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toadallytickles · 7 months ago

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NEST 2024 + Gatherings Going Forward (again)

Attended my 4th NEST this year! This is just a quick point-form summary as I’m still dropping and wanted a write-up before I fly out this weekend to see my moms!

Perhaps I wore my “tickle me I’m cute!” shirt on Friday- and perhaps it got me pinned and gang tickled by 4 friends UGH- I haven’t been gang tickled since last June which is WILD honestly. Kinda hoping wishing this June it happens again 👀

Learning that it’s okay to let people touch me. 🙄😒 From my past writing “AUNT 2024 + Gatherings Going Forward,” I shared that I’ve denied myself from playing with friends until everything felt perfect, but recognized that I set the bar way too high and that maybe I just fear that “awkward first session” because I’m really awkward with touching and this fetish. At NEST this year I’ve allowed friends I’ve met and connected with at previous gatherings to tickle me in the con-spaces to break that touch barrier in a fun, familiar way for everyone. I also let myself engage in pick-up sessions with friends to get that “awkward first session” out of the way! I had to reassure myself throughout the weekend that it was okay that they were touching me, and they were touching me because they wanted to~.

My nesting partner is choosy about the gatherings he attends as he wants to focus on those he has connected with already, and can find gatherings overwhelming at times. This NEST made me feel similar- I want to continue attending gatherings, and I love meeting new people, though going forward I’m going to focus on regular attendees and friends I know from previous gatherings. There are a lot of regulars and mutuals I would love to get to know better and potentially play with- I’m just really awkward and don’t know how to approach people, and in turn I feel I accidentally give off a closed-off vibe. I would like to be part of my friends’ friend group, I just don’t know how to integrate! NEST going forward, I would love to volunteer and help out more to continue making the gathering the best it can be!

Oh, I had my first Wawa experience! I tried their Caramel Cookies and Cream Frozen Cappuccino, IT WAS SO GOOD, Starbucks Frapps could never. definitely kept me up way past my bedtime! 😋 Also the mascot is a (Canada) Goose because Wawa was originally a dairy farm in Wawa, Pennsylvania, and the Ojibwe word “we’we” means “Snow Goose.” Now I need a Sheets experience~.

I got to try out @ticklingduck's vibrating tickling rods! @mister-ttt and I did record content including them! They are like a small Pursonic (without it stopping after 2 minutes~)! 😏 I also BOUGHT ONE!! 🎉 @ticklingduck's socials: Etsy, Twitter, Tumblr.

Wore my Geurdo Link cosplay on auction night, even though I was not participating in the auction, and I was extremely shy so I just sat in the audience and didn’t really show it off LMAO!! (Still editing the tickle video featuring this cosplay, previews are in the NEST Server and on my OF~).

I’ve had the literal pleasure of forming a play partner dynamic with a local friend, and he has really built up my confidence, self-esteem, and has helped me be more self-sex-positive. It was exciting to carry that sex-positivity into some sessions this weekend, and I learned that I really like being consensually sexually violated by friends.. 🥴💦 don't look at me.

This weekend really validated my growth and boundaries. Finding this gathering somewhat personally hard to navigate because I wasn’t meeting my exact wants (a me-issue, not NEST's), that helped me recognize that I’m not the same person I was at my first NEST and other 2019 gatherings, and that I’m truly growing. I wasn’t able to navigate NEST like I did in 2019, so now I know I’m on the right path and know what I’m exactly looking for.

And finally on the last day of the gathering, I’m sitting in the lobby in my lazy travel fit, not showered, sporty wind-breaker, capris, my glasses, pink paw print socks + sandals of course, and a guy I’m pretty sure was not part of the NEST group asked me if I was “Kyle-“ and there were other men around. I say no, and guy just wanders back to where he came from. Assigned Kyle at NEST. I have not felt gender euphoria in a long time. 🥹

anyway, the end. looking forward to the next gatherings~

#hi I'm never here but I'm doing really well! just lots going on in the in-person scene so I'm active there!#I still pop in from time-to-time. But I'm definitely happier in-person.#Thought I'd share my NEST 2024 experience as Fetlife got this! My AUNT 2024 is on my Fetlife too!#Anyway- I hope to see lots of familiar and new faces at NEST 2025~! I'm hoping to do lots of volunteering at future NESTs and events! :)#my posts #NEST #NEST 2024 #tickle gatherings #my writing #tickles #text

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theycalledhimastar · 4 months ago

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>w< HELLO AGAIN, IF YOU HAVE TIME LEFT

Nikolai , price and ghost with So with likes video games books and all nerdy stuff OWO

Hallo >w<! Of course, I'm a bit of a nerd myself and I totally love the idea of at least Price having like a total nerd of a partner, it feels so cute! I wasn't sure if you meant like a soldier or civilian, so I left it mostly ambiguous <3

☄. *.

Various X Gn!reader

(prolly a little ooc, that's my bad lol. Put my entire soul into Nik's, can you tell?)

Nikolai ☄. *.

I like to think that Nik is a bit of a nerd himself, he feels like the kind of person to dabble in older, retro type video games. Like I feel that this man has a figurine collection, all in the box, mint condition, the works. So when he meets you and realizes that he FINALLY has someone else that he can talk about his interests with, he is over the moon!

He'll just be working on something, maybe some blueprints, maybe he's chatting with John about an upcoming plan. He'll ask you to sit there and tell him everything about that new game you got. Or the newest release from your favorite author. "I just adore the graphics, and the voice acting is amazing!"

"Sounds much better than your last purchase, you were distraught about that one."

"Oh, it's five times better, and this one was free too! I had to like fight fifty other people to try and download it when it released but it was so worth the lag, because-"

He might not always follow what you're saying, especially when you get really into your rambling about game mechanics and such, but he just loves hearing you so happy about something.

If you ever got him any kind of action figure or even something similar, he would actually potentially start crying because like... You got that for him??? You cared that much about him??? that makes him so happy, regardless of the fact that it was a bootleg version of one he already had, it's 100 percent the thought that counts. (Also the official one cost him like a small fortune, if you actually got him one, he would likely worry about your finances.)

He would be the type to cosplay cute little couples cosplays with you. Especially if it's something you both enjoy watching together, he might even be the one to suggest it in that case. Doesn't matter if it's halloween, comic con, or even just because you feel like it. He thinks that the idea is such a fun one, and he's never been able to do it before. Now that he can, there's no way he's gonna throw away the chance.

He probably met you when he was browsing through the game store that you worked at. Off duty, just looking to see if you had anything that he had yet to collect. (Which wasn't likely, but one could hope.) You were restocking the shelves and something caught his eye, although it wasn't the array of colorful plastic figures. It was the cute worker that had an armful of them. None of them were new, but he wasn't about to miss his shot to try and talk to you a little bit.

"Is there any new stock coming in?"

"Pardon me?"

"New stock, new figurines. I like to collect them, but I've already got the ones that the store has on the shelves." He explains awkwardly, thinking about backpedaling and just leaving.

"Oh! No, we don't have anything new, I don't think, sorry." You gave him that customer service smile, trying to be polite of course. Although you appreciate that someone comes here for something other than their child's gaming hobby. "Y'know, it's pretty impressive that you've collected all of those. We have a large selection, I can't imagine how expansive something like that would be."

He does a double take, his heart skips a beat for a moment. You're impressed? By him???

"Yes, I like collecting various pieces, this store is the best place to get them for a reasonable price..." the silence is incredibly uncomfortable, so he breaks it almost immediately. "Do you? Collect, I mean. Even just like cards or something similar?"

"No, my paycheck doesn't really allow for that. Although I have managed to harbor my video game addiction somehow." Your little joke makes him crack a smile and wow this guy is attractive...

"Really now? What do you play?" Maybe he would have to frequent this shop a little more often...

John ☄. *.

John probably dabbled a little bit in video games as a young man, before he enlisted, but he never considered himself the type that was worthy of the "nerd" title. He gladly listens to you though when you talk about the lore for Lord of the Rings for an hour straight. (don't ask him about anything you said the entire time, please...)

He's as supportive as the next guy, but he just does not understand the appeal of all those video games you play. In his mind, so many of them look repetitive. You scream at the screen more often than you seem to be enjoying yourself, even with the cozy games. He admires the dedication to the craft, but for fuck's sake, please step away from the keyboard. You look like you're going to snap it over your knee...

Books, however, he can get on with, same thing with movies. Newer ones, good old classics, doesn't matter. He's always down to sit and watch an entire movie marathon with you snuggled up next to him under a soft blanket. He doesn't mind, even when you start commenting on every little fun fact that you remember from the film documentary you watched a while back. "Did you know that the line right there was improvised by the actor? They thought it matched up with the character better than the original line." "Hm. I'd agree to that, mate knows the character better than the script does."

Takes you to game stores so that you can buy whatever you want with his credit card. What else is he going to be doing with everything he has sitting around from working in the SAS? Don't even worry about it, he wants you to be happy and what better way to show affection than getting you that limited edition signed copy you wanted?

He'd regularly take you out on movie dates, just to have an excuse to sneak kisses in the back row during the fight scenes because nothing important happens during those. Kissing down the side of your neck while the main character fights some minor side character, you're trying to focus on the screen but you can't help leaning into his touch just a little bit.

"John..." "mmh?" "What're you doing?" "Nothing... Just keep watchin' love. Someone's gotta watch and tell me what happened later."

Menace to the rest of the theatre, best hope it's a late viewing or something, because man isn't all that worried about being seen. Is it a crime to show some affection in public? He thinks not. You better get home before he decides that he wants a lil more than affection-

Simon ☄. *.

Honestly, he has no clue what the hell you're on about most of the time. Like he tries his best, but all he hears is utter nonsense. Not to say he doesn't listen, because he does, he straight up memorizes what you say, even if he doesn't know what it is. He won't ever tell you, but if he has extra free time, he tries to research and watch/read whatever it is that you love so much.

Sometimes he finds it intriguing, so much so, that he becomes a bigger fan of it than you are. (Low key what happened when you introduced him to farming games, man is an absolute beast at cozy games now and you're not sure whether you're proud or jealous of how much better his island is than yours in Animal Crossing.

"How did you get apples!? No fair!" "It's called being good at something, love."

Stares at you sideways if you ask him to play a FPS with you, like "I literally play that for a living, why would I do that?".

Lets you cozy up in his lap while you read your latest fantasy novel, nodding along when you make comments about what's happening in the chapter. He's not listening, he's too busy staring at you and thinking about how much he loves you, but cut the guy some slack, you're prettymuch giving him footnotes about a book he doesn't read.

Comments about the realism of the previously mentioned FPS when you play them. It'd be funny if you weren't in the middle of a ranked match while he was ranting.

"What are those muppets doing?" "trying to kill me, Si." "They're doin' a shit job of it. A proper waste of ammo." "Yeah, well, I'll let em know that."

Just about died when he saw you in cosplay of one of your favorite characters, stared at you with those big ass eyes and asked you kindly what the fuck you were wearing.

"It's cosplay, Simon. Like a costume?" "You look..." "Watch yourself, Riley." "Unique. Why again, are you wearing this?" He looked you up and down, holding his tongue surprisingly well. "Because it's fun, Simon. It's a character I really like, and I made most of this myself." You gave a slow turn so that he could see all of the detail and hard work you had put into the clothing. "Not sayin' it doesn't look good, just sayin' you look proper strange in a getup like that."

Bro says this all like he doesn't run around on the field in a skull mask like some edgy middle schooler. He means well, and afterwards, he'll admit that you looked plenty nice and you clearly worked hard on it. But don't just walk up on him like that.

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milksuu · 1 year ago

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I’ve been on the Ezreal brainrot ever since I discovered Heartsteel. And my little brain has been scheming

How would a relationship with him work out if his partner is an idol too and they have to sneak out to have fun together??👀

(Btw, unrelated, but I love how you write, it’s super fun and easy to read)

Dirty Little Secret | (O1)

❥ prompt: Let's face it. You and Ezreal hardly have time for anything with your busy idol lives. Unfortunately, things get a bit messy after you first meet. Luckily, both of you share a secret hobby nobody knows about. And boy, does it come in handy. ❥ content/warnings: ecchi, drama bomb, forbidden romance ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!ezreal x idol!f!reader , Heartsteel gang an: omggg tysvm anon! honestly, im so sorry but looks like your ask is getting a part two lmfao! guess i went overboard with my idea, and so, your actual req. will be fulfilled in the next part. i also blame all american rejects for my non-original title. thanks for understanding.

No one knew about Ezreal's secret hobby. When anyone asked where he was going with a black gym duffle bag, he gave everyone the same answer. "J-Just heading to the main studio to warm-up before you guys get there. Nothing else." Little did they know, that's not where he was going. Instead, he was heading to a photoshoot. A very specific kind: a cosplay photoshoot.

I mean, who wouldn't want to dress up as their favorite anime/manga character, superhero, or original fantasy creation? Even better, who wouldn't want to be photographed while doing it? Ezreal felt he could be anyone and anything. Adored with attention in more ways than one. Best part was, with so many cosplays to shift through, no one ever knew it was him. Except you did.

And that all happened because you went to that same photoshoot. It was a group event held in a public park, surrounded by retail shops. It was perfect for both slice of slice or nature-esque shots. It was by coincidence your character and Ezreal's character were canon together in the anime lore you were cosplaying. Which sparked you two being asked to pose romantically with one another, and pretend to be going in for a kiss.

You gave your consent and Ezreal tipped your chin up, his face mere inches away from yours. You squinted your eyes against his features and whispered. "You look kind of familiar." As if you had seen him walking around your workplace just the other day. Maybe somewhere else you frequented? You couldn't quite place a finger on it. Ezreal couldn't shake off the feeling either. He tilted your face another way for a different angle. He laughed nervously, whispering back. "That's funny. I'm pretty sure this is the first time we've met. Maybe we're at the same cosplay shoots a lot. And now we've just noticed each other."

You accepted the rational. Either way, you didn't want to press it, in case he flipped the coin around and started asking you personal questions. Cosplay and anonymity were one in the same for certain individuals—especially in your case.

After a couple more pictures, you parted ways. Ezreal felt his phone buzz. He checked his messages:

[Yone:] Where are you? You're late. I believe you said earlier you would be here before us to 'get in some extra practice'. [Yone:] Care to explain?

OH CRAP! Ezreal didn't realize how late the hour was. He'd been so distracted, he forgot to set his reminder. And now he was officially going to be late— or, well, late-er. Sweating bullets, Ezreal quickly let his fingers type:

[Ezreal:] i'm there! just in the bathroom. might be a while. lunch is kicking my butt. 😳🚽💩💩💩

[Yone:] Thank you for the TMI. Hurry up then.

Ezreal wiped at his brow. He was running on borrowed time. Yone was sure to find out if he wasn't back within the next fifteen minutes. Snatching his bag from the public lockers, he ran to the public restroom. To his utter surprise, there was a line for the men's restroom. Seriously!? That never happened. And it's not like he could waltz into the women's restroom (which, not surprisingly, also had a line). He went around, and found a private unisex bathroom.

VACANT

He flung himself inside, locked it, and striped away his cosplay. Something shifted in the corner of his eyes—it was you. And there you both were, standing in awkward positions down to your undergarments. You pointed at each other accusingly, and shouted at the same time; "I do know you!" You both recognized each other as idols; him being with Heartsteel, and you as a solo-artist. Even though brief, you two bumped into each other more than once at the company building.

"G-get out! I was here first." You blushed, taking your moon-wand and smacking him with it. "Ouch—it said vacant!" He cried out, trying to block your magical melee attacks. "It was your fault for not locking it. How was I supposed to know?"

"I really don't have time for this. Do whatever you want." You tossed your wand into your bag, fetching your skirt. You shot a narrowed look. "Just don't look over here, or else."

"Fine." Ezreal huffed, rubbing at his sore collar bone. "Don't look over here either."

With grumbles and protests, the two of you changed back to back. All the while, still bickering. He heard you struggling, turned over his shoulder, and found you trying to reach your back zipper. He sighed, helping you raise it to the back of your neck. You turned sharply. "I told you not to look but...thank you." You peeked down and noticed his pants weren't zipped up. You reached and returned the favor. He blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He gulped. "Don't sweat it. Thanks for catching that for me."

A silent truce settled between the two of you as you finished dressing, and shared the mirror to freshen up. Ezreal realized you were also in a rush to get ot the studio as well. He called an Uber for the both of you. His phone buzzed and buzzed, blowing up with messages. He opened his group chat:

[Aphelios:] yone is pissed btw. rip ez. ☠️

[Kayn:] YEAAAA YONE'S GONNA GROUND YOU. 😈😈😈

[Sett:] Sorry, Ez. We tried to cover for ya'h. Hope you're alright. 😓

[K'Sante:] I'm sure he's fine. For now. Once Yone finds him, we may not see him again in one piece. hehe.

[Kayn:] HAHAHA HE'S SO SCREWED HAHAHAAAAA

[Sett:] Watch it, Kayn. Else im tellin' Yone you snuck out on the motorcycle last night.

[Apehlios:] i have footage from the house cam. 😏

[Kayn:] YOU GUYS BETTER NOT ISTFG 🤬🤬🤬

Ezreal sank down into the back seat. Kayn was right—he was so screwed. You watched his whirlwind of expressions from the side of your lashes. You couldn't help but feel bad for him. You were right on time for your schedule. And it was all too apparent he wasn't. You stared out the car window. It really was tough to balance certain things as an idol, and some were better at it than others.

When you both arrived at the Riot building, and walked passed the double swinging doors, there was definitely Hell to be paid. A bead of sweat ran Ezreal's temple. Finding Yone standing with his arms crossed, and looking down with a razor-sharp gaze.

"Is this why you were late?" Yone directed the comment towards you. Ezreal bit his bottom lip. Yone tapped his foot against the ground. "You have exactly five seconds, or I'm addressing your conduct with Alune. And if that happens, I promise, you won't like the result of our conversation."

He stumbled to get the proper words out. "No—I—it has nothing to do with her—I was just—"

"Ezreal did nothing wrong. I'm the one responsible for making him late." You stepped forward, garnering Yone's interrogative attention. "You see. I'm absolutely crazy in love with him." The whole lobby fell to dumbstruck silence. "I blackmailed him into going out with me today. I even went as far as to give him this hickey," you pulled down the top his shirt, revealing the bluish bruise against his clavicle from when you smacked him. "I took a picture of it. And told him if he didn't finish our date, I would tell all his precious fans he was taken. So...." you trailed off, unsure of what else to say. Ezreal's eyes were as wide as saucers from the blatant forgery of your lie.

Yone narrowed his gaze against you, as if trying to siphon the real truth. You only stared harder in return, solidifying your stance. Yone breathed out a tensive puff of air. "I'll be speaking to your manager then. Whoever it is, they'll be responsible for reprimanding you. In any case, don't you ever come near him again. Or else you won't have a career in this business—I'll make sure of that. Do you understand?" You paused, then gave a veiled smile. "Of course."

Before Ezreal could speak up again, Yone snapped a finger, pointing for Ezreal to head in the direction of the recording studio. He took a breath, as if wanting to say something—anything to you. But Yone spoke with a silent bite. "Don't make the rest of your team wait for you any longer." Ezreal nodded, bit the inside of his cheek, and walked away. About to turn into a hallway, he gave one last glance over his shoulder. Catching his stare, you placed a finger against your lips, before disappearing with Yone into an elevator.

And all Ezreal could think was: he really needed to see you again.

to be continued...

#heartsteel #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel x reader #ezreal x reader #league of legends #reader insert #x reader #request #reqs open #heartsteel yone #Heartsteel gang #yone going full karen mode #part 2 coming soon

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peachytea04 · 6 months ago

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So I went to Momocon today with my brothers and my partner and it was INCREDIBLE and I met Dana Terrace and Zeno Robinson and they were both SO SO NICE

Best part was my cosplay because I got so many compliments, especially on my staff, and it felt so nice 🥺🥺🥺

So anyway here’s some photos @danaterrace

I feel so blessed

Uhhhh yeah so I love you all, and remember to look forward to the Golden Garden Huntlow zine hopefully shipping out soon!!!

#momocon #momocon 2024 #toh #the owl house #willow park #willow park my beloved I LOVE HER

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kkarmiic · 2 years ago

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# BROTHERS WITH AN FEMININE PRESENTING M!READER

F!Reader DNI!

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: how the brothers would react to an MC who presents fem

‘+ genre: fluff

*# warnings: reader wears skirts, lower level demons referenced to say negative things about your clothing style.

#’ LUCIFER

He was aware you were a guy from your files, however what he wasn’t aware of was your style:

When you arrived, to say he was taken aback would be an understatement.

He understood the photo of you on file was old but he didn’t think it was THAT old.

You looked so… different?

However he didn’t let his feelings show, simply introducing himself and continuing with his regular business.

To his credit, (or discredit), he did become a little extra on checking your gender and pronouns with you. ‘Just incase.’ But you understood it was because of the way you looked.

He really does like the way you dress though, he thinks it suits you perfectly, and if you two date he’d let it be known.

He’d sprinkle in little compliments here and there. “That skirt really brings out the colour of your eyes.”

He’d also get reminded of you when running errands, and would come back with a bag of clothes he did not intend on buying.

He may not be a frivolous spender, but he does certainly like spoiling you.

If you ask to do his makeup and hair, I’m sorry, but he would not let you do that, he likes his refined masculine look a bit TOO much.

If you were dating, he would let you, but guarantee there will be no pictures and he will not be leaving the room with it on, that will be your secret and your secret only.

If anyone said anything negative about the way you dressed, or just looked in general, he would guarantee they’re unable to utter another word.

It’s part of his job, not only as a friend/partner, but to Lord Diavolo, to make sure that you stay comfortable and safe in the devildom, and he will NOT. Be having some lower level demon talk you out of wearing something you love.

#’ MAMMON

I think while at first, he would make some comments about it, he’d end up loving it.

He’s greedy, and not only just for money, but for your time and affection too.

Secretly loves it when you sit on his lap wearing a skirt, no matter what he’s doing.

Or when you give him a whole fashion show of new clothes you brought.

He will pretend he doesn’t like it, but he definitely does.

He doesn’t really… have a lot of money.

But hey, his gambling addiction also stretches to arcades, so atleast you’re winning a stuffed toy out of it??

He likes peppering your face in kisses, letting you know how truly gorgeous you look.

He would take so many photos of you, just out and about doing things (with prior consent ofcourse), he just wants to see your face when you’re busy.

If any demon says anything mean to you about your fashion style, he would go off on them.

“That’s MY human you’re talkin’ about!” Before literally ripping them apart.

#' LEVIATHAN

Is super blushy around you, even when you first met.

He admires your confidence and your style, even though he doesn't dress that way, he can understand why you do.

Won't say much about it, not because he isn't affected by it, but because he can't without stuttering and tripping over his words.

If you cosplay one of his favourite characters?

Instant. Marriage.

He's always taking photos of you.

Basically has a whole album just dedicated to you.

If you ask to do his makeup?

He will be neutral, that is until you sit on his lap to do it.

Especially if you're wearing a skirt while doing so.

He just stops responding.

He doesn't believe he deserves you, you're too perfect.

You’ll probably need to reassure him that you love him.

Hates when people compliment you, you’re HIS normie. Especially when it’s on an outfit he brought for you or that you specifically wore for him.

And if a lower level demon talks down on you and the way you dress? He won’t have that.

Demon form Levi!

Not only will he chew them out, he will also ruin their physical body.

#' SATAN

He knows a decent bit about humans, and he understands that self expression is often shown through clothes and style.

He’s decently unbothered, although is curious as to why you chose to dress like that, how it makes you feel, when you discovered your fashion sense etc.

Once you tell him, he’s gonna be the most respectful guy about it, nodding and going ‘mhm’ at every sentence during your explanation.

He is pretty interested in your fashion actually.

I also HC this man knows how to sew, so if you get a hole in your favourite skirt or sweater please come to him, he will sew it right up and make it as good as new.

Little comments here and there that completely flatter you, talking about how the material of the skirt is really nice, how you look so pretty in it.

He will also find books with a feminine guy as the love interest or main character to read to you, he HUNTS for them.

And if he reads them on his own? He pretends he’s the love interest to the feminine guy who he’s pretending is you.

But if anyone says anything mean?

Well he isn’t the avatar of wrath for nothing.

He will ruin their physical form, he won’t let anyone treat you that way. Stupid lower level demons.

#' ASMODEUS

He absolutely adores the way you dress, even from the moment he met you.

As a sort of feminine guy himself, he knows exactly what would suit you, and exactly where to get the clothes.

Shopping dates!

Will bring you around to all of his favourite stores, letting you pick out anything you want.

He will also pick out a few items he feels will look good on you.

"Mc! Mc! Try on this skirt!"

Makes you do a whole fashion show for him in the changing rooms.

"Twirl! I like that~"

Posts you and what you wear all the time.

Definitely takes the best photos of you! Your Instagram is gonna be incredible after he's done!

Asks to do your makeup/hair

Matching outfits!!

If you try and do his makeup and hair, he will love it, commenting on how nice it feels, laughing when you run brushes over his skin.

When it comes to someone saying something negative about the way you dress or the way you look, ohohoh.

He will tear them to pieces, psychologically.

"You're really speaking when wearing that jacket? It's so hideous!"

Will scoff at them and ignore them if they speak to him after.

He's your number-one supporter!

#' BEELZEBUB

Not bothered about the way you dress, definitely leans more to positive than negative, but relatively in the middle.

He thinks it’s fun how you two are the opposites in dress style.

Takes you out to nice dinner dates and will always compliment you on your outfit.

He doesn’t really understand what would look good with the rest of your outfits and what wouldn’t, and so he goes to Asmodeus for help on gifts.

Ends up coming back with a necklace with a food charm on it, he can’t keep away from food related items, it’s sweet.

If you want to go to those cutesy cafes with him, just say so, because he’d go no questions asked.

“Ooh! This treat looks good… so does that!”

“Beel, just order the whole menu.”

“Good idea.”

If you want to go to the gym with him?

Buff feminine men… mouth watering from him.

He won’t stop staring, would definitely say something like “I want to eat you” BUT NOT IN THE.. YK WAY..

He means it like you look good.

He’s like a guard dog basically and so if anyone said anything mean about your fashion, or just you in general.

Well, he’s having demon for dinner!

#' BELPHEGOR

I honestly don’t think he’d care about how you dress, not in a rude way, but as a ‘it’s not a big thing to him.’

You’d look pretty in PJS and bed hair, it doesn’t matter to him, aslong as you let him rest on you.

Speaking of resting on you, if you wore one of those itchy sweaters, he WILL complain.

“Y/N… How do you even wear this?”

He will complain until you take it off.

He definitely didn’t have any problems with misgendering you or being confused on your gender at the start, after all, at first he only heard your voice, not how you dressed.

He loves you, and will try and make up for what he did to you, he’s scared that you don’t forgive you.

That includes getting you things when you’re out, skirts or sweaters, he just wants you to forgive him. And even though you do, he doesn’t completely believe that.

If you want to do his makeup and hair, he will grumble about it, but will ultimately let you, but don’t expect him to stay awake during it all, he will just fall asleep so do it before he rolls over!

If a lower demon says anything negative about you, he will go insane.

Uses up all his energy to tear them apart (physically)

The brothers wouldn’t stop him, they know they can’t anyway, he would be SO angry, seeing your sad face at their comments.

They won’t be saying anything anymore, they can’t anyway.

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grlsbstshot · 2 days ago

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Join us for the next chapter of NEON LIGHTS premiering sat.

Catch up on the previous chapters here. Chapter I // Chapter II // Special Edition // Chapter III

James Lucas sits down with Reese Lane of RHYTHM Magazine! Hear all about life, love, and his upcoming third album -- promisingly titled Painted -- during this exclusive interview!

When he won a Grammy before the age of twenty, James Lucas – born Jameson Lucas to music legend, Anaïs Lucas – knew he was in trouble. He says his ego has always been an issue and didn’t improve.

“I caught myself thinking shit that should have never crossed my mind. That I didn’t need to keep improving. That I was already the greatest. I immediately started chasing gold. It was a high. But I wasn't ready for it...and deep down, I knew that."

He would choose to continue at Howard University, graduating at 21. Instead of returning to Los Angeles, Lucas moved to New York and in four short years, built a stage career -- a departure from his music dreams.

He led a few off-broadway shows before hearing about one particular musical: Alexander H. He would be cast in the role of Aaron Burr but according to Lucas, he had a much more fortuitous thing happen to him – meeting his music collaborator, producer and songwriter, Ellington Dupree.

“He’s my best friend. I don’t know of anybody who understands music better than he does. He makes me better. And he’s the reason I found my sound. I stopped cosplaying as Ginuwine and Joe. I found me because I wanted to be as good as EJ.”

You know the story from here…Tony award. Grammy award. Moving back to LA to work on his second album with Dupree and then? Massive success with his second album -- titled 2506. Named for his age and month of birth, Lucas found himself exploring different kinds of r&b with an all new production -- provided by Ellington Dupree.

“Everything blew up. It was all a blur when we released 2506. Six Grammy noms, two wins. I didn’t even take the time to soak the moment in. My life had changed and I was just trying to keep up.”

His life changed in other ways on Grammy night. It was the first time he met his on-off partner, singer Imani St. Cirie. The two would go on to embark on a very public relationship for the next two and a half years before abruptly breaking up in early 2023.

The mention of her makes Lucas lapse into silence for the first time in almost an hour of conversation. Despite the rumblings of reuniting, neither star has spoken about the other. Even the reasons for their breakup are closely held secrets – unless you listen between the lyrics.

Reese Lane: Do you not like talking about her? James Lucas: I could talk about Mani all day. But I mean – we were together but now we're not. Reese Lane: And the Instagram situation? James Lucas: ...Do you listen to my music? RL: Yes. Often. JL: Then you understand me and Imani. You get that we're...complicated. RL: Is that what you want? JL: I want her. So...if she calls, I go running. If I call, she comes running. That’s what it means to be complicated as f*ck. It'll always be that way. I don't care who she moves on to – it'll always be me for her. And that's not ego. It's the truth.

And just as he says, there's an understanding of their relationship in the lines of almost every track. Lucas has never confirmed which songs are inspired by his personal life. But songs filled with lost love, longing, and frenzied sex paint the picture of a chaotic romantic life. I tell him so and Lucas laughs...long and loud before agreeing. He relaxes somewhat before escorting me back inside the suite, his new home while he films several films in New York.

Jameson and I enjoy a drink (or several), order pizza, and settle in for another round of questions. He's even more open than before. I ask him to tell me about his next album and he does one better -- he pulls out his phone and plays three tracks. Back to back. Without explanation or asking my thoughts. He says the album isn't done but from what i heard, it's pretty damn close to being that.

The first track he played was a smooth yet assertively playful croon about his love for someone who seems to not be paying him much attention in return. The next is a beautiful ode to a woman he seems to be encouraging to be happy. The last was completed recently he says -- two days ago, in fact -- and it's a moody deconstruction of...himself, his ego, and the way he treated another nameless woman.

I playfully ask if those tracks about his life and Lucas surprises me by answering with a nod. I push my luck and ask again if they were all about one woman. Lucas grins and shakes his head that time, confirming what i've long suspected -- chaotic.

RL: Why is your love life like...that? JL: I don't know. I mean...I kind of do it to myself. I love hard. I love foolishly. RL: So you've been in love a lot? JL: No. RL: Do you believe in having a soulmate? JL: I do. I suspect I have one. RL: Is at least one of those about her? JL: ...Yes. RL: Imani? JL: You keep asking me about her. RL: You two intrigue me. JL: Why? (laughs) We do what everyone else does. We fuck, we fight, we love each other, we hate each other. We get it right and we get it wrong. It's just love. RL: So why be apart? JL: Ask her. She may tell you. RL: I will. Tell me which one is about her. JL: The first. And the last. RL: Which one was the second one about? JL: A friend. I'm actually supposed to meet her at the MOMA in an hour. (smiles) I like you. You don't let me get away with shit. You remind me of another friend. RL: The same one you're meeting today? JL: No. Genie. She's practically my sister. RL: Genie Adesanya? Well, thank you. I'm flattered. You two are still close after the breakup of your parents? JL: I still annoy her just as much. She's my sister. Whether or parents got married or not. She probably wouldn't agree though.

Once again, I'm surprised that he answers so openly. If his publicist was sitting in the room, they might tackle me and throw me out...but Lucas breezes through each question, more honest than anyone would expect him to be.

"I don't have any shame." he says when I ask why he tells me so much. "I put everything in my music. Why lie? It's all in the music." He's nonchalant as he brushes his hand over his head -- the trademark cornrows he's sported since he burst onto the scene at the age of 19 gone. I ask him about his hair and he gives me a sheepish grin before saying it was for a project but I doubt it.

RL: When do you think the new album will be ready? JL: Soon. I usually finish music way before it's released. I'm just...all over the place right now. RL: Rumors about you appearing in your first film are circling. Plus this upcoming album. How are you juggling it all? Jameson Lucas: Actor & Singer. JL: With a whole lot of prayer. (laughs) I don't know. I will always think of myself as a musician before anything else. I went to school for it, I worked my ass off for that title. I'll never just be a singer. I'm a musician. Everything else is secondary.

By the time we wrap up our conversation, I understand why Jameson Lucas has so many admirers. It isn't just the fact that he's handsome or the fact that he's incredibly charming. Not even the fact that he's tall, can sing like a prince, or that flash of gold you see covering his teeth when he speaks -- it's that he's an open book. Even when you know you shouldn't fall under his spell, you do. And he makes it very appealing to be there.

When he gives you that lazy grin with those blue-green-hazel color eyes while laying across a couch -- the image of virile relaxation -- you can only think of one thing. There's a cockiness about Jameson but isn't overbearing or unappealing. It's the right amount of (in his words) essence. Even when he's crooning about how to teach you 'correction', you can't find it in yourself to hate him. He makes you want it.

Jameson walked me to the door of his suite, holding it open for me as I left -- and insisted on walking down to the lobby with me. He's dressed casually but draws looks all the way down, his long legged stride tempered by the fact that I'm wearing heels and he doesn't want to leave me behind. We part ways outside his hotel -- with an offer to interview him again once the album is out. I take up on it, we exchange contact information, and then he's off. He doesn't slide into a black car and roll the window up. He simply heads off down the street, towards the subway. On his way to a dreamy museum date with some very lucky friend.

#aaron pierre #megan thee stallion #aaron pierre x black!oc #megan thee stallion x black!oc #aaron pierre fanfic #megan thee stallion fanfic #black ocs #black!oc #fanfic #celebrity fanfic #original characters #fic: neon lights #sorry this is so late :( tumblr wouldn't let me post and i was goin brazy!#regular chapter updates for saturday & wednesday we promise!#and ooooh it's gonna get very smutty

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cloverdaisies · 9 months ago

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# UR SUCH AN EMO! ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

— choi chanhee x gn!reader

₊⊹⁀➴ description: the popular kid meets his unconventional match in one of the school’s most hated emo’s. from lab partners to cleaning buddies: the events that caused social royalty to fall in love with someone from the very bottom of the high school food chain. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers.

₊⊹⁀➴ word count: 4.1k+

₊⊹⁀➴ a/n: happy belated birthday @sanaxo-o , ily a lot, hope you enjoy this little piece i put together 4 u 🫶 it’s been in the works for a while but i really wanted to complete it for you. ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

₊⊹⁀➴ warnings: mentions of bullying, frequent arguing.

The sound of crashing drums and noisy guitar riffs leaked from your headphones, lazily dragging your shoes across the pavement as you were unwillingly met with the gates of the hell that was school. As usual, the halls were like the inside of a incredibly overpopulated zoo, with heads being met with the sides of lockers and the boisterous roars of students celebrating the beginning of the last semester of senior year.

You couldn’t be more excited to finish school, considering school simply wasn’t the safest place for anyone with alternative taste in anything. You clumsily made your way to your locker, abruptly pausing the music in your headphones before placing them on the shelf and shutting it with a slam.

“Someone’s not happy.” You sighed at the voice beside you, a familiar voice that has haunted your nightmares since you were at least 14 years old. “If you wear anymore eyeliner, you’re gonna start looking like your cosplaying a panda.”

“Good one.” One of other boys perked up, cheering on the other with a pitiful snicker sucking up to him like a little minion in goggles and dungarees ready to steal the moon.

Sunwoo definitely wasn’t the nicest guy to be around in high school, it certainly didn’t help that your locker was conveniently placed next to his so you got the divine pleasure of seeing him everyday. It also didn’t help that his group of minions congregated around that space 24/7 during every break like they had nowhere else to be.

However, he wasn’t the worst of the bunch. If anything it was a boy called Chanhee, he always had something to say, in fact too many things. “Your headphones are making my ears bleed.” , “Try not to wear black challenge!” , or just simple things sometimes like “I HATE your shoes.” You couldn’t deny you brought that upon yourself after one time you’d made fun of the fact he’d worn a beret to school, yeah the entire, “dAd yOu CaNt dO tHiS i WaNna gO tO fAsHioN sChoOl” comment you’d made didn’t sit well with him.

He stood towards the back of the small circle, him, Sunwoo and Changmin were the only ones that had arrived on time surprisingly, as some of that group seemed to only turn up half way through the day when they felt like it. The others weren’t as bad either, Hyunjae was a nice guy and so was Haknyeon, the rest you hadn’t had too much interaction with, thankfully.

Breezing past them with a sigh, you threw your bag over your shoulder and decided it’s best to ignore them rather than make any attempt to clap back. Besides how could you waste anytime when you had the extremely fun class that was chemistry to rush to?

“Okay class, welcome. Take your seats.” Your chemistry teacher welcomed you in with a jovial smile, his combover gelled so stiffly it would survive a hurricane intact. "We're jumping straight into some lab work today, I've assigned you partners based on ability."

The entire class let out a unanimous groan at the thought of set partners, the excited glances made by bestfriends across the room being replaced with long frowns. However, for you, this was simply the best case scenario since you didn’t have any friends in this class. At least that’s what you thought until the teacher spoke some unfathomable words that sent you spiralling as soon as they fell from his tongue.

“Y/n, you’re with Chanhee on this bay.” He called from the second row, you glanced over at Chanhee who rolled his eyes with a groan grabbing his bag and grumpily shoving it down next to his stool.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy either.” You laughed sarcastically, sitting beside him as he rested his head on the desk in frustration.

The teacher went on to explain the test you’d be carrying out, different chemicals reactivity in water, recording the results and comparing the differences. It was pretty simple, since it’s was just a warm up to ease the class into the semester. Hopefully the time would pass fairly quickly so you wouldn’t have to sit next to mr. miserable for much longer.

“Are you just going to sit there or help?” You sighed, watching the boy sit up with sleepy eyes peaking through the strands of his dyed blonde hair. You passed him a pair of protective goggles, dropping them in front of him as he jolted awake.

“Sorry, I fell asleep you’re that boring.” He replied satirically placing his glasses on. He sported a false smile gleaming off his white teeth, his eyes creasing and smile lines faintly showing at each peak of his lips.

“Charming.” You raised your eyebrows momentarily, filling the plastic basin with water and placing it on the table in front of you. You took turns dropping chemicals into the water watching the the chemicals fizz or even catch light at times. Recording the sound and visual on paper as well as the time taken for it to stop.

“So why do you hate me so much?” You asked the boy curiously, crossing your arms as you watched him scribble down some more notes in his workbook.

“I don’t?” He laughed slightly, shaking his head, his golden earrings dazzling under the light. “I’m more annoyed I have to work with you, because to him, hopefully I can get your grades up.”

“So you’re crying because you think you’re doing charity work? Get over yourself.” You snickered, not breaking eye contact as he stared you down with an intense glare, his pupils darkened in silent rage.

“Maybe you should get over yourself, huh? You ever thought about that, don’t talk to me on your high horse when you had no reason to make fun of me for what I wear in the first place.” Chanhee spat, thankfully the ringing of the school bell paused the argument, diffusing the tension in the air.

The class was dismissed, and in your next few classes you couldn’t stop thinking about what you would have said back to him in that conversation. Perhaps something along the lines of “Isn’t that what you and your group have done to me everyday for the past 5 years?” If the bell hadn’t rang there would have probably been some sort of cat fight break out.

Soon it was lunch, and as you were sitting with your friends on your own table you felt an intense stare across the room. You looked up inquisitively at the feeling of eyes on you, spotting the same group of boys Sunwoo, Chanhee and the others you like to call the minions ( come on they literally have one called Kevin ) staring at you like hawks. You rolled your eyes and continued talking with your friends, eyes occasionally wandering to the other side of the room. You needed another drink, squashing your empty carton of apple juice and throwing it into the trash can nearby —landing a pretty cool trick shot.

“He’s not very happy with you.” A polite voice chimed from in front of you in the line of the canteen, “Said you got in a bit of an argument.”

You turned to see Haknyeon, nibbling on cherry tomatoes from a plastic packet like a small mouse, whilst heartily filling up his lunch tray and sliding it across the surface.

“I can tell that, the minions seem to have a bit of a staring problem.” You chuckled looking over the group where they were trying to land food into each others mouths from large distances, yelling boyishly when Juyeon caught a grape from across the cafeteria.

“He’ll get over it.” Haknyeon shrugged, as he got to the front of the line ready to pay for his food. He held out the plastic packet of tomatoes he was snacking on and offered. “Tomato?”

“No thanks, I hate them.” You laughed slightly, listening to the beep as his card was accepted on the lunch reader.

“More for me then.” He shrugged, stuffing his face with another before flashing the brightest and cutest smile you’d ever seen. You paid for your drink, sitting back at the table with a sigh, glancing back over at Chanhee as he smiled and laughed along with the other boys in glee.

Next period after Lunch was English, the sound of the teacher reciting quotes from The Great Gatsby singing you to sleep like a lullaby. It also didn’t help in front of you, Chanhee and Hyunjae were sat working away taking notes. After the argument you’d had this morning with him, the presence of Chanhee couldn’t put you anymore on edge.

“Hey y/n… y/n? Wake up.” Hyunjae flung a pencil towards your head, abruptly causing you to sit up straight at your desk eyes sensitive to the bright lights around you.

“What?” You rubbed the top if your head where he’d hit and groaned in annoyance. “I was getting a good amount of sleep there.”

“I’m having a party on Friday, you wanna come?” He asked, with bright eyes and a grin of genuine interest spreading across his face.

“You know, I always say no.” You replied with a sarcastic jingle, situating your head back on your desk and yawning tiredly.

“That is not happening. Even if you say yes there is no way I’m letting you come.” Chanhee chimed in with a shocked gasp, laughing to shake off the thought of you being at one of Hyunjae’s events.

“Can’t you just be nice? Y/n’s my friend and actually is pretty damn cool if you get to know-” Hyunjae laughed, thinking the other boy couldn’t be serious but was sharply cut off before he could finish his sentence.

“Are you even my friend?” Chanhee scoffed, immediately going back to his work and not making eye contact with him. Hyunjae shrugged at you, offering a sympathetic smile and going back to his own work.

You didn’t pay anymore attention to the pair of them, your head reintroducing itself back to the table planning to nap the rest of the lesson away.

“Jesus wake up.” You felt a push at your arm, “You can’t interrupt my sleep and then start snoozing behind me.”

You looked up at Chanhee in annoyance, raising an eyebrow whilst observing the disgusted look on his face. You smiled, taking a breath, choosing your words carefully before speaking to the brown eyed boy.

“Will you do us both a favor? And stop speaking to me?” You spoke calmly with a false sweetness loading each word like a bitter bullet, watching as his eyes rolled to the top of their sockets and back.

“That’s enough! Y/n and Chanhee! Both of you out of the classroom.” The teacher demanded, fed up of the disruption from the corner of the classroom. You both got up, more than annoyed leaving the classroom door with a slam.

“You’re so dead for this.” Chanhee glared at you in annoyance his palm resting against his forehead as he tried to destress.

“Deserved. If you kept your mouth shut we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You smiled as he sighed, it was quite funny watching him being kicked out of class for the first time — a place you’d been so many times before, but for him it was more than ego crushing.

“What brings you both out in to the corridors?” The sound of heels clicking down the corridor, has both your heads turning towards the principal with a sigh. “Kicked out of class.”

“Not intentionally.” You groaned, hating having to encounter the woman considering she had her eyes on you 24/7 for sleeping through classes and not doing any homework contributing to your grade.

“Y/n, you can’t be pulling down the reputation of some of our best students like Mr. Choi here. Seeing as the both of you aren’t in lesson, the music store room actually needs cleaning and it would be amazing if you could help.” She smiled, passive aggressively clasping her hands together like a fly.

You’ve got to be kidding me, was the only coherent thought to pass your brain, it was only the first day back and you’d already gotten yourself into so much in just a few hours. She brought you to the storage room, where there was clutter everywhere, cardboard boxes, trash, old instruments just scattered over the unseeable floor.

“It might take a few days, so I’ll make sure you both commit to this for at least an hour each day until it’s clean. No free periods after lunch, got it?” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of you, pulling the dusty chain for the dim light bulb that barely lit the room.

“Yes Ms.” You both replied unenthusiastically, beginning to move boxes to make some walking room amongst all the chaos in the room.

“I could really use a coffee right now.” You groaned as the door slammed shut behind her with a deafening screech, the both of you covering your mouths with your forearms due to all the dust.

“You’ve just slept like a sloth for an hour and you need coffee? Pfft.” Chanhee scoffed, adding on a cough at the end blowing the dust out of his face with a look of disgust painted all over his face. “I can’t believe you got me into this.”

“You got yourself into this because you can’t keep yourself quiet, you’re just always dying to say something negative to me.” You put down the box you were carrying into a pile in the corner, the fragile cardboard wearing thin.

“Only because you for, some reason, think it’s okay to be mean to me too!” He snapped back once again referencing the time you’d made fun of his outfit one day, pulling his red sweater over his palms as he lifted another box.

“I was actually gonna say earlier, don’t you think I hear the same thing everyday from your gang of guys? Do you think that one time I made fun of you outweighs the last 5 years of you making them at me?” You turned around, tears welling in your eyes as you spat your words of frustration out in to the air. A moment of silence lingering, the tension in the air so cuttable and cold it felt like shards of ice hitting your skin, the nerves and adrenaline painting a pink color your in your cheeks.

“Just because they made fun of you, or even just Sunwoo, does not mean for even one minute I thought that about you too.” He softened his voice having seen you get so vulnerable on the topic. “Plus you give Hyunjae a pass, why did you go for me? Why did you make fun of me? I still get slander for the way I dress and act to from them-”

“I could ask you why they get a pass? If they’re so mean to you and you don’t think they should be mean to me, then why are you even friends with them?” You laughed in frustration at the boy justifying years of torment to not only you but himself, it simply made no sense.

“Because I don’t know anything else? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw up his arms in frustration watching as your lips sealed in silence. “Or the real answer, because I’m too scared to say I got hurt by it? I don’t want to seem fragile or like I can’t take a joke. I’ve known them since when we were kids, they’re still my friends, my day 1’s. That’s the truth.”

Seemingly emotional, he turned around to the wall slightly frustrated he’d let his guard down, however also perhaps in a state of processing the reality of his own actions and feelings. As if he’d had some sort of emotional awakening, as if the cogs finally started turning on why he was so hurt by what you’d said to him. He was hurt by you, because he’d already had his confidence worn down by the same people affecting you.

The both of you began unboxing the items in the storage room in complete silence, not uttering a single word other than a few coughs or mumbles about how much dust was in the room. You began opening a rather dusty box, a large rectangular one attached to a smaller chunkier box. You opened it and let out a quiet “cool” as you found a brand new electric guitar attached to an unopened amp.

“Do we have a power outlet in here?” You turned to Chanhee with an excited smile, he didn’t look up at you but just pointed to a old looking socket on the wall. You plugged in the amp, attaching the connecting wire to the guitar and played a slightly off key chord due to the guitar being untuned.

“Oh my goodness, that’s so loud stop.” Chanhee laughed slightly, a giggle from pure joy, not a sarcastic or mean one, a genuine chuckle. “We don’t have time for this.”

All of a sudden he returned to seriousness, the laughter pausing as quietly you put down the guitar neatly in the corner of the room and unplugged the amp. Clearly it was impossible to clear the air or bitterness with this guy, you may as well give up trying to reconcile at this point.

“I see how it is.” You sighed, lazily continuing the move the plethora of boxes around the room to try at least uncover the floor of the storage room by the end of hour.

Around 10 or so minutes later the bell rang, signalling the end of the day and soon the hallway outside was filled with muffled laughter trapping you both in the musty room until the storm passed. He didn’t say anything to you, asides from slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving, it felt as if the conversation earlier seemingly had no effect on his feelings of hatred towards you.

Since it was the end of the day, you went to retrieve your headphones from your locker opening it up to a note that read:

“Ur Such An Emo!”

“Real original, ur so funny!” You uttered, crumpling the paper in your fist and letting out a deep sigh before putting your headphones around your neck.

“Didn’t like my note?” Sunwoo asked leaning against his locker with a cocked brow and his arms folded across his black wash denim jacket.

“Not really. I almost forgot how unfunny you were for a second though.” You sighed closing your locker door, only to have your arm gently grabbed back.

“I’m only joking, you do know that, don’t you?” He asked, his condescending smirk saying much otherwise. Despite it being ‘not that deep’ to him of course it was frustrating being the butt of the joke everyday for you.

“Sunwoo shutup for one minute, will you?” Chanhee approached him, pulling his gentle hand from your arm and turning back away from you coldly.

Almost shocked for words, you stood there for a moment before quickly rushing away from the scene down the hallway. Chanhee? Chanhee Choi? Defending you? Perhaps the conversation did have some impact on the way he thought of Sunwoo and his minion clan.

“So about that party, Friday night.” The cheery voice of Hyunjae beside you forced you to take off your headphones on your way out of the gates. “Are you coming?”

“Maybe.” You sighed, clutching your bag on your shoulder with a delayed and airy chuckle.

“That always means no, doesn’t it?” He laughed in response, trying to make eye contact as you only kept your eyes on the pavement ahead.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, briefly nodding a goodbye to the boy before parting your ways to walk home. The trees hung over the sunny sky in September, leaves drooping, getting ready to decay orange and make the departure from their branches. Birds flying over the neighborhood in crowds, humming the scene a soundtrack as you stepped through your front door home. Crashing into your bed, you huffed wondering why Chanhee had defended you yet still acted as if he hated your guts.

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Friday soon stumbled upon you, the rest of the week hadn’t been particularly interesting, however Chanhee hadn’t spoken to you since Monday. Everyday the hour at the end of the day that you’d both designated to cleaning the music store room, he remained silent not speaking a word to you everyday, ignoring your questions, jokes and thoughts - only speaking when necessary with the odd “excuse me.” or sometimes even a brief “pass that over.”

Today wasn’t any exception, he strolled in on the last hour without any polite “hello”s or quite frankly any acknowledgment of your presence in the room at all. You’d had enough of trying to entertain yourself with your own thoughts and turned around to the boy with a quick snap. He’d chosen to wear a more toned down outfit than usual that day, straight fitted black jeans with a loose tucked in black t-shirt. In his ears he’d opted for small silver hoops which complimented the thin silver chain around his neck.

“I can’t take it anymore, why’ve you been ignoring me all week?” You huffed out, watching as the boy did nothing but shrug in the most annoying and frustrating fashion. “You don’t know, really? It’s killing me, did I do something to upset you? It can’t be nothing.”

“I’m not sure why I’m ignoring you, I’m actually not.” He sighed, carrying himself within a register that translated words of genuine truth. He finished packing one of the last boxes, placing his palms on the top and beginning to stare into nothing but space.

“Then can you stop?” You laughed walking through to the thin aisle of shelves where you’d been placing organised boxes for the past week. You gently put your last box down, turning and accidentally bumping into Chanhee as you hadn’t noticed he’d moved from his original spot to move his own box.

You caught eye contact with him, forgetting to apologise for bumping into him instead you were lost for words. As you looked into his hazel brown eyes, you couldn’t seem to catch a single coherent thought other than how unreal he looked in the warm lighting above him.

“Can you not? I just nearly dropped my shit.” He rolled his eyes and huffed a huge sigh of frustration forcefully breaking his eye contact with you.

“Jeez I’m sorry, didn’t see you there.” You groaned, returning the eye roll, annoyed he’d began picking arguments with his unpredictable attitude once again.

“If you’re going to apologise try not being rude about it.” He clapped back, you immediately whipped your head back around, slowly walking back up to him and shaking your head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t you be the one apologising? Didn’t you start the argume-” You began, before you were unexpectedly cut off by him passionately smashing his lips against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face. You couldn’t help but immediately reciprocate the kiss, the shock fading away almost instantly. You pulled away looking at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face, not expecting him to even have that kind of action programmed into his perfect little system.

“Uh, Why? I thought I was ‘such an emo’.” You asked, not being able to contain your laughter as he mirrored your chuckles, a smile plastered on his face as he locked eyes with the ground.

“Well first of all, never tell anyone what I’m about to say or you’re actually dead.” He looked up at you with a pair of sparkly eyes, “I like you? Even though you’re such an emo. I guess.. I have for a while, I always thought your style was really cool and I’m sorry I made fun of you.. I don’t really know why I did it.”

“You’re so awkward quit being so nervous about it.” You laughed as he chewed on his lip trying to hide the nervous grin creeping up. “I guess there’s always second chances, apology accepted.” You teased him, placing a boop on his nose with your finger.

“Thanks.” He spoke softly, his cheeks turning bright pink as you placed a kiss on one side of his face to reassure him. “Uhm, So you coming to that party tonight?”

“Sure I will.” You smiled, grabbing your bag as the last bell of the day sounded. “I guess I like you too, by the way.” You added before quickly escaping through the music storage door, leaving him behind alone, his brain running marathons and his heart beating out of his chest. His phone screen lit up and sending an aggressive bell sound to be muffled thorough the denim of his jean pocket:

y/n: oh and u looked like such an emo today xo

Chanhee laughed, his fingers shaking nervously over his cracked phone screen as he thought of a reply. When he got home he’d continue to text you until the very sunset, when his eyes simply couldn’t stay open any longer. For him, he finally felt accepted for who he was and what he liked — similarly so did you.

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