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delusionalwh6re · 2 months ago

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if you do an anon list (I’m not good with tumblr talk so I hope that’s the right term lol) then can I be 🛸 ?? If you don’t no worries!

Taste was so good… you did in fact nibble a lot

Do you think you could do something with Thanos? Smut or no smut! I think fluff or enemies to lovers would be sooo good - either way your writing is great!!

Thank you <33

thank youuu so much 🥹 i love anons like you so ofc! and yes i can, you ask and i deliver 🙏🏽

࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ prove it

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ choi su-bong (thanos) x fem!reader

warnings: violence, mentions of drugs, cursing, teasing, fluff, angst, suggestiveness & thanos flirting 😂

summary: you get teamed up with none other than the legend ‘thanos’ and he’s almost as insufferable as you imagined

authore’s note: ngl i ain’t fw thanos at first, he was an annoying ass druggie and namgyu was a fucking follower with no mind of his own.. but they both grew on me unfortunately and i kinda love them LMAOO

“The second game will begin momentarily” the voice of the loud speaker rang through your ears.

You let out a loud sigh. You should be home right now, in the comfort of your own peace and presence.

But no, you weren’t because a bunch of dumbasses were so money hungry. You looked down at the red ‘X’ patch at the corner of your jacket. A reminder of the fucked up position you were in. A reminder that you might not make it out.

Your heart stung a bit at the thought before chaos caught you out of your trance.

“You fucking asshole!” a male voice angrily spoke.

You turned your head to see player ‘333’ and a purple haired guy getting into it. Him and his friend tag teamed on the man.

You winced when player ‘124’ held him back as the purple haired guy punched him right in the face. You rolled your eyes at their behavior, were they seriously gonna jump him?

If there was anything you hated more than an idiot it was a bully. You couldn’t grasp the fact that there was people out there who would pick on others just because they did something that has nothing to do with them. You would never give a bitch the time of day.

A laugh left your lips when an older man approached the scene. Player ‘001’ saved the day as he fought against the duo and essentially saved player ‘333’ from his beating.

After that… mess. The second game started. Everyone was required to join groups of five. You were off to the side waiting for gravity to pull you towards a group. You were never good with these things. Anxiety and fear of rejection constantly holding you back.

“What about her?” you heard a murmur only a few feet away from you.

Your attention was caught and you turned your head to look behind you. You caught sight of a group of four looking at you.

A shy player ‘125’ was the one who pointed at you. You observed his group. It was him, he looked really shy as he stood there, like he somehow didn’t belong but the woman next to him ‘380’ stood protectively and made him somewhat comfortable. The other two were the most annoying people in here.

‘Fuck no’ you thought as the group of four slowly approached you.

So this just HAD to be the group that gravitated towards you.

“Hi” player ‘125’ waved at you shyly before looking at ‘380’ essentially waiting for her to pop the big question.

“Join our group?” she softly smiled.

You peeped behind them at the two crackheads who were all up in each others face giggling clearly on something, or maybe they were just naturally like that.

The two pleaded at you as they were clearly the only normal ones out of their group. Your eyes flickered between them, they even gave you those puppy sympathy eyes that made you feel bad so..

“Yes, not like I have much of an option anyway” you murmured that last part under your breath but clearly they heard it as they both let out chuckles of relief.

Everyone learned that you guys would be playing five games, hence why their needed to be five people in each group. After the robot like woman voice explained the directions, it was time to decide who would be playing each game.

“Let me take ddakji, I did pretty good when I played with the salesman” you shrugged as you were the first one to speak in the group

Players ‘125’ and ‘380’ nodded at you in agreement with your choice before discussing what they were gonna play

“And what if I wanted to play ddakji, señorita?” an annoyingly flirtatious voice caught your attention.

You rolled your eyes “Well I picked it first so deal with it”

Thanos smirked at you “Ouu, you’re a feisty one, I like that” he playfully growled at you.

This man… he better pray those guards take him out before you do.

“Fuck off weirdo” you cringed at his actions.

He laughed at you “I’m just messing with you girl” he paused to take a good look at you. His eyes trailed up and body your seated body. Your hair was laid neatly on top of your head. But what caught his eye were your lips.

“You have pretty lips” he whispered leaning towards you crouched as he kept his eyes locked onto your lips, occasionally back up at your eyes.

Your breath hitched as he inched closer. You took some time to observe his features too. You would definitely be lying to yourself if you said the man wasn’t attractive… because damn he was.

But every time he opened his mouth…

“Wonder how pretty the other ones are” he smirked causing you to let out an “Ughh” and with that you pushed him away from you before turning away angrily. The audacity of men.

But it wasn’t long until his puppet decided to get on someone’s nerves too. Apparently he was being rude to player ‘125’ who obviously had a hard time with sticking up for himself, he said something that caught ‘380’s ear and she wasn’t having it.

You took sides with the woman, obviously, and urged player ‘124’ to stop being annoying so your group could focus on winning and getting out of here.

“Bitch” he muttered under his breath

“Fuck you say?” you jolted your head towards him “I know you ain’t talkin’ all you do is follow around after that pervert” your sentence was cut short by the purple haired man shouting a “Hey!” in defense

“You’re the real bitch” you squinted your eyes at him

“Hey, hey calm down” player ‘380’ rubbed your back and slightly pulled you away before you smacked some sense into the men “he’s not worth it” she whispered

“Let’s just focus on winning, okay?” you nodded at her words, your temper cooling down

“What did I do?” Thanos held his arms up in a childlike manner as he frowned still not getting over your pervert comment.

“Shut up” you and player ‘380’ hissed at the same time

After a couple rounds of player participating, it was now time for your group to go. The tension from before was nothing compared to the one now. This was life or death — and none of you wanted to die.

Player ‘380’ who stood right next to you suddenly spoke up “Se-mi. My name’s Se-mi”

You were caught off guard by her sudden comment and you looked over at her. You could tell the girl was nervous as you felt her arm that was hooked around yours shake a little.

Before you could reassure her, player ‘125’ spoke up as well, “My name’s Min-su” the boy looked at the both of you with a sympathetic yet sad face.

You smiled softly at the duo before telling them your own name and looking at them with nothing but hope gleaming in your eyes “Guys, we can do this okay? I believe in the both of you”

“What about us?” the purple haired man spoke up at the sound of your voice causing you to roll your eyes

“Fuck you guys” you caught an attitude before checking yourself from the words you said before

“That’s not nice, señorita!” Thanos pointed at you firmly, the pills he popped before clearly kicking in.

“I believe in you guys too” you pressed your lips together at the two men with an encouraging nod

A few seconds later and it was time. Anxiety filling all of your bodies with each step you took — reminding yourself that you were closer to the finish line with each movement.

You were up first, taking the folded up red flap, with some quick motivation to yourself you used all your might to hit against athe blue one.

‘Passed’ was all you registered as you closed your eyes, too scared to see the results — a wave of relief washing over you

“LETSSS GO!!” you heard Thanos scream out

Se-mi and Min-su cheered you on before the five of you continued playing. Se-mi was a pro as she got hers on the first try as well. You guys were halfway done once youreached Min-su’s turn — four minutes left on the clock. You were definitely gonna make it.

“Get off him! We’re never gonna win as a team if we start to go against each other” you shouted at player ‘124’ as he shook Min-su for accidentally messing up during gonggi

“Yeah man” Thanos shoved him with a pout “don’t hurt Min-su, he’s trying just like the rest of us” he pointed around the room.

You slightly smiled before nodding your head at your team, reminding them that you guys work together — no matter what.

“I got your back my love!” Thanos of course ruined the moment with his poor flirting. You rolled your eyes at the air kisses he sent you with a big smile on his face.

And finally, it was over. After Thanos made the fifth hit and your group passed the finish line. It was a success. Everyone cheered as yet another group had the chance of making it out of here. The support meant everything and you could burst into tears of joy.

On the way back, the mini celebration continued. Se-mi and Min-su trailing ahead of you as they showered each other and you with compliments.

You smiled as you heard “You did amazing, where’d you learn to play like that?” from Min-su

You brushed them off as you went to go your separate ways as soon as you hit the dormitory. Not 100% ready to open up until you guys were officially out of here, if this previous game didn’t push people to leave you didn’t know what would.

“Hey! Señorita don’t go” the familiar voice followed behind you as you mad your way to your bunk

“What do you want?” you groaned completely exhausted by just his presence

“You” he protested with his arms crossed

“Well you don’t get everything you want in life! Isn’t that why you’re here in the first place?” you snapped

“You know I’m getting really sick of your attitude” he rushed towards you with sudden speed

“And I’m sick of YOU!” you gestured angrily towards him

“You don’t even fucking know me!” he raised his voice at you

“Oh and my life has been great up until this very moment” you tilted your head with a smirk

“Clearly not if you’re in here” he laughed in your face

“You’re so insufferable, go back to your little puppet”

“You know what” he chuckled angrily pressing his tongue on the inside of his cheek

Don’t even think about it…

“What?” you shoved him slightly pushing his buttons

“I HATE YOU” he looked down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read — he was definitely lying

“I HATE YOU MORE!” you yelled just as loud as he did

“Why?” he tilted his head in frustration

“Because you’re a bully! You walk around here like you own the place, picking on people smaller than you”

“First of all, that little scamming motherfucker had it coming-” he pointed before you cut him off

“It doesn’t matter, you obviously don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“And what if I don’t just care about myself” he looked you up and down with a bit of hesitation

“Then I’d honestly think you’re just a liar” you sighed

“I care about you” he suddenly spoke just above a whisper

“What? You don’t even know me” you rolled your eyes getting ready to throw yourself in the bed to end this conversation before you caught a migraine

“Then let me get to know you” his words made your heart stop for a second

It was depressing but not many people wanted to get to know you off rip. Your personality being too much for some people — you just didn’t take any shit.

“Goodbye Thanos” you were about to walk away

“I’m serious, let me take you out once we get outta here” okay now he was pushing it

“We?” you questioned with more aggression than what you intended

“Yes, we” he smiled placing a hand on your shoulder

“Ha, get back at me when you’re not high” you smiled back at him sarcastically

“This is me being serious, no drugs talking. I really am interested in you if you couldn’t tell” he tried his best at reassuring you

“Just yesterday you were flirting with another girl! Who died because YOU said something to her might I add, that sounds like bad juju” you shook your head at him

“Look, you clearly don’t believe me. So when it’s time to vote again, I’ll show you. I’m gonna change my vote to ‘X’ just to prove it” his words being nothing but sincere

“Mhm, you’d really do that?” you tilted your head

“For my future wife? Of course!” he put an arm over your shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was annoying but hilarious in his own way.

“We’ll see” you whispered in his ear

“Oh yes we will, my señorita” he smirked bringing you closer to his side as the two of you waited for voting to begin

i feel like this was more of a one sided enemies to lovers thing.. thanos is such an unserious character he cant even have any real enemies 😭 plus the man was on drugs most of the time

plus we all know y/n a baddie so who resisting that 🙄

and why is he kinda… i was giggling during some of these parts lol, this man really grew on me yall 😫😫💔

#🛸 anon #squid game fic #squid game x y/n #squid game 2 #squid game x reader #thanos #choi su bong #squid game #squid game x you #thanos x reader #thanos x y/n #thanos x you #player 230

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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Lies, damned lies, and Uber

I'm on tour with my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me TONIGHT in PHOENIX (Changing Hands, Feb 29) then Tucson (Mar 10-11), San Francisco (Mar 13), and more!

Uber lies about everything, especially money. Oh, and labour. Especially labour. And geometry. Especially geometry! But especially especially money. They constantly lie about money.

Uber are virtuosos of mendacity, but in Toronto, the company has attained a heretofore unseen hat-trick: they told a single lie that is dramatically, materially untruthful about money, labour and geometry! It's an achievement for the ages.

Here's how they did it.

For several decades, Toronto has been clobbered by the misrule of a series of far-right, clownish mayors. This was the result of former Ontario Premier Mike Harris's great gerrymander of 1998, when the city of Toronto was amalgamated with its car-dependent suburbs. This set the tone for the next quarter-century, as these outlying regions – utterly dependent on Toronto for core economic activity and massive subsidies to pay the unsustainable utility and infrastructure bills for sprawling neighborhoods of single-family homes – proceeded to gut the city they relied on.

These "conservative" mayors – the philanderer, the crackhead, the sexual predator – turned the city into a corporate playground, swapping public housing and rent controls for out-of-control real-estate speculation and trading out some of the world's best transit for total car-dependency. As part of that decay, the city rolled out the red carpet for Uber, allowing the company to put as many unlicensed taxis as they wanted on the city's streets.

Now, it's hard to overstate the dire traffic situation in Toronto. Years of neglect and underinvestment in both the roads and the transit system have left both in a state of near collapse and it's not uncommon for multiple, consecutive main arteries to shut down without notice for weeks, months, or, in a few cases, years. The proliferation of Ubers on the road – driven by desperate people trying to survive the city's cost-of-living catastrophe – has only exacerbated this problem.

Uber, of course, would dispute this. The company insists – despite all common sense and peer-reviewed research – that adding more cars to the streets alleviates traffic. This is easily disproved: there just isn't any way to swap buses, streetcars, and subways for cars. The road space needed for all those single-occupancy cars pushes everything further apart, which means we need more cars, which means more roads, which means more distance between things, and so on.

It is an undeniable fact that geometry hates cars. But geometry loathes Uber. Because Ubers have all the problems of single-occupancy vehicles, and then they have the separate problem that they just end up circling idly around the city's streets, waiting for a rider. The more Ubers there are on the road, the longer each car ends up waiting for a passenger:

https://www.sfgate.com/technology/article/Uber-Lyft-San-Francisco-pros-cons-ride-hailing-13841277.php

Anything that can't go on forever eventually stops. After years of bumbling-to-sinister municipal rule, Toronto finally reclaimed its political power and voted in a new mayor, Olivia Chow, a progressive of long tenure and great standing (I used to ring doorbells for her when she was campaigning for her city council seat). Mayor Chow announced that she was going to reclaim the city's prerogative to limit the number of Ubers on the road, ending the period of Uber's "self-regulation."

Uber, naturally, lost its shit. The company claims to be more than a (geometrically impossible) provider of convenient transportation for Torontonians, but also a provider of good jobs for working people. And to prove it, the company has promised to pay its drivers "120% of minimum wage." As I write for Ricochet, that's a whopper, even by Uber's standards:

https://ricochet.media/en/4039/uber-is-lying-again-the-company-has-no-intention-of-paying-drivers-a-living-wage

Here's the thing: Uber is only proposing to pay 120% of the minimum wage while drivers have a passenger in the vehicle. And with the number of vehicles Uber wants on the road, most drivers will be earning nothing most of the time. Factor in that unpaid time, as well as expenses for vehicles, and the average Toronto Uber driver stands to make $2.50 per hour (Canadian):

https://ridefair.ca/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Legislated-Poverty.pdf

Now, Uber's told a lot of lies over the years. Right from the start, the company implicitly lied about what it cost to provide an Uber. For its first 12 years, Uber lost $0.41 on every dollar it brought in, lighting tens of billions in investment capital provided by the Saudi royals on fire in an effort to bankrupt rival transportation firms and disinvestment in municipal transit.

Uber then lied to retail investors about the business-case for buying its stock so that the House of Saud and other early investors could unload their stock. Uber claimed that they were on the verge of producing a self-driving car that would allow them to get rid of drivers, zero out their wage bill, and finally turn a profit. The company spent $2.5b on this, making it the most expensive Big Store in the history of cons:

https://www.theinformation.com/articles/infighting-busywork-missed-warnings-how-uber-wasted-2-5-billion-on-self-driving-cars

After years, Uber produced a "self-driving car" that could travel one half of one American mile before experiencing a potentially lethal collision. Uber quietly paid another company $400m to take this disaster off its hands:

https://www.economist.com/business/2020/12/10/why-is-uber-selling-its-autonomous-vehicle-division

The self-driving car lie was tied up in another lie – that somehow, automation could triumph over geometry. Robocabs, we were told, would travel in formations so tight that they would finally end the Red Queen's Race of more cars – more roads – more distance – more cars. That lie wormed its way into the company's IPO prospectus, which promised retail investors that profitability lay in replacing every journey – by car, cab, bike, bus, tram or train – with an Uber ride:

https://www.reuters.com/article/idUSKCN1RN2SK/

The company has been bleeding out money ever since – though you wouldn't know it by looking at its investor disclosures. Every quarter, Uber trumpets that it has finally become profitable, and every quarter, Hubert Horan dissects its balance sheets to find the accounting trick the company thought of this time. There was one quarter where Uber declared profitability by marking up the value of stock it held in Uber-like companies in other countries.

How did it get this stock? Well, Uber tried to run a business in those countries and it was such a total disaster that they had to flee the country, selling their business to a failing domestic competitor in exchange for stock in its collapsing business. Naturally, there's no market for this stock, which, in Uber-land, means you can assign any value you want to it. So that one quarter, Uber just asserted that the stock had shot up in value and voila, profit!

https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2022/02/hubert-horan-can-uber-ever-deliver-part-twenty-nine-despite-massive-price-increases-uber-losses-top-31-billion.html

But all of those lies are as nothing to the whopper that Uber is trying to sell to Torontonians by blanketing the city in ads: the lie that by paying drivers $2.50/hour to fill the streets with more single-occupancy cars, they will turn a profit, reduce the city's traffic, and provide good jobs. Uber says it can vanquish geometry, economics and working poverty with the awesome power of narrative.

In other words, it's taking Toronto for a bunch of suckers.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/29/geometry-hates-uber/#toronto-the-gullible

Image: Rob Sinclair (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Night_skyline_of_Toronto_May_2009.jpg

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/deed.en

#pluralistic #uber #hubert horan #fraud #toronto #geometry hates cars #urbanism #ontpoli #olivia chow #self-regulation #transport #urban planning #taxis #transit #urban theory #labor #algorithmic wage discrimination #veena dubal

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miss-multi45 · 2 months ago

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YAY!! i'm so glad you are gonna start writing for the lost boys!! would you mind writing some headcannons about what each one of them would be like in a relationship? like what their good qualities and bad qualities would be with a partner?

two seconds after I posted it. you were lying in wait and watching my lost boys reposts. cutie patootie

david

possessive, it's in a vampire's nature but even more so because, come on, it's david.

calls you stuff like kitten, puppy, pup, pretty, princess/prince, little monster.

if you're standing up in the cave he'll wheel towards you and drag you into his lap.

unconsciously squeezes your waist when that happens.

will carry you away fireman style if you've been talking to someone that isn't him for a lil too long.

the only other bike he lets you ride on other than his is dwayne's.

will give you hickies and bites in public and glare if anyone looks.

dwayne

shoves his face into your neck and bites you while you're doing literally anything.

nicknames he calls you are woman, girl, pretty, mama, baby.

we all know he's large, he'd defo put his hand on your lower tummy just to give you butterflies.

speaking of, the man is a tummy, ass and thighs man, you can't tell me he wouldn't appreciate a thick girl.

absolutely lifts you by your hips onto his bike.

kisses the back of your neck to send shivers down your spine.

his hobbies and interests include flustering you and making ur pussy wet.

please fuck me.

paul

drags his hand along your lower back when he walks past you.

calls you sunshine, babe, mama, baby, sugar.

crackhead boyfriend. not because him and the others sometimes do drugs but because he is so unhinged.

firm believer he is neurodivergent.

rests his head on your shoulder.

drums his fingers on your body to the beat of whatever song is playing in the cave at that moment.

tit man. will stare at them even if you're not wearing something that shows much cleavage and drool if you are.

if you're dating him you're likely also dating marko, so have fun with the terror twins.

marko

italian and oh my god he will praise you so hard in italian.

like it's so obvious through the white tank top he wears.

has really sexy arms.

nicknames for you are dove, venus, bella, sweet girl, baby, italian petnames i can't remember.

talks to his pigeons about you.

gently runs his nails along your thighs and sides if you're sitting next to him or on his lap.

you will wake up with his face nuzzling your neck.

#opeia rambles #the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys x reader

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msklassickilla · 2 days ago

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Prada You 2 Chapter 5: Too Close

Summary:

Three years have passed, but in city, the past never truly stays buried. The Prada Bois have grown stronger, their grip on the city unshaken. Old faces remain, new tensions rise, and the streets are more dangerous than ever.

Toya’s wedding should be a day of celebration, but for those who knew her, it’s something more—a gathering thick with whispers, with the weight of what was lost. Some wounds have scarred over, while others remain raw, unspoken.

Yet, the night brings a shift. A presence. A force that neither time nor distance could erase. The whispers start first, a low hum of disbelief that spreads like wildfire. Some things refuse to be forgotten. Some stories aren’t finished.

Because in this city, love, loyalty, and revenge all walk the same tightrope. And once the past steps forward, there’s no turning back.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye), Jacob Fatu x Kiyah, Sami Zayn x Natasha, Jimmy Uso x Nataya

Author’s Note: This story is set in a AU that takes place over summer in 2002. It has four original characters. If you come across this and haven’t read the first story, click here. Again, I appreciate y’all for all the love and support. I hope I’m able to create something that’s worthy as Prada You.

Warnings: Some foul/harsh language.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 5: Too Close

June 2nd 2002

…over on the south side

The sun was high and steady, baking the cracked pavement of Dawn Street like it did every Sunday. The steady thump of old school R&B rumbled from the corner speakers of Big Mike’s Hand Wash—the kind of spot half the city swore by. No signs, just a hand-painted board that read “Hand Wash—$10, Tips Appreciated.”

The air smelled like car soap, wet concrete, and cigarette smoke. Somebody had a grill going out back—chicken or maybe ribs—because the sweet, smoky smell kept drifting every time the breeze caught right.

The regular crackhead crew was already out, rags slung over shoulders, ready to hustle. It didn’t matter what demons they fought the night before, come Sunday? They were miracle workers—detailing cars better than the shops uptown. You dropped a twenty? Car came out lookin’ like it just rolled off the lot.

Jey sat back on the dented bench near the edge of the lot, his jaw tight, eyes locked on Jimmy’s car getting rinsed down. The sun caught the chrome rims, damn near blinding him, but it wasn’t the shine pissing him off.

Jimmy felt him staring. He smirked, knowing exactly what was coming.

“Uce…” Jey started; voice low but heavy. “Why you ain’t say shit about her coming?”

Jimmy shrugged, leaned back like the conversation bored him. “I ain’t tell you shit ‘cause it shouldn’t matter. You said you moved on, right? So… what’s the problem if she was there or not?”

Jey’s jaw flexed. Jimmy was right, but that wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Uce, don’t give me that shit,” Jey snapped, cutting his eyes at his twin. “I had Tutor with me. We had to leave early and shit ‘cause her ass was up in there. You should’ve told me.”

Jimmy barked out a laugh, doubling over. The sound bounced off the lot, drawing glances. He didn’t care.

“Uce, shut yo’ ass up with that bullshit. Tutor ain’t nobody. And if she was? Y’all would’ve stayed. You know her time up—same way it’s up for the rest of us.”

Jey flinched at that. Tutor was solid. She cooked, she cleaned, she didn’t nag. She didn’t ask questions about his nights or the blood on his hands. But hearing Jimmy say it—like she was just another time stamp—that shit stung.

“You serious right now?” Jey asked, voice dropping. “Me and Tutor been locked in for a year and you just now saying shit? That’s my girl, bro. She ain’t going nowhere. Fuck Nyeya. She left me.”

That last part broke, almost like it cost him to say it out loud. Jimmy caught it—heard the crack, saw the way Jey’s jaw worked. The smirk stayed though.

“Funny,” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head.

“What?” Jey barked, shoving his twin hard enough to rock him. “What the fuck funny, huh?”

Jimmy just grinned wider, brushing his shirt off slow. “You. Yo’ ass don’t ever have that much emotion when you talk about Tutor. But Nyeya?” Jimmy chuckled. “You sound like you ‘bout to cry over that girl. Still.”

Jey shot up; fists balled. He swung—fast—but Jimmy saw it coming, ducked just enough to feel the wind off it.

“Sit yo’ sensitive ass down,” Jimmy deadpanned, not even phased.

Jey sat, but his whole body buzzed. Rage? Maybe. Or maybe it was the truth trying to claw its way out. The truth he tried to suppress.

Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his knees now, staring dead at his twin. “Look… you can keep playin’ around if you want. But Nye gon’ get snatched up while you busy playin’ house with Tutor. I don’t trust that girl, Uce. Never did.”

Jey blinked, stunned. Of all people, Jimmy had never questioned Tutor. Not once. He’d welcomed her, even sat quiet when Jey brought her around the family. But now?

“You serious?” Jey asked, voice low. “Man, Tutor loyal. She solid.”

Jimmy just shrugged, like he’d already said too much. “If you say so.”

But the way Jimmy said it? Jey heard it—felt it. And for the first time he wondered if his twin saw something he didn’t.

The carwash noise kept up around them—music, spray hoses, men cackling over dice in the corner. But the space between the two of them? Dead silent.

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June 3rd 2002

Natasha’s apartment was quiet except for the soft buzz of the TV as I flipped through channels, not really watching anything. The couch creaked beneath me as I shifted, half-listening while Natasha worked on Kiyah’s hair, parting it clean and braiding it tight. The smell of hair grease and braiding spray lingered heavy in the air, mixing with the faint scent of whatever candle Natasha had lit earlier—probably vanilla or something sweet.

Their conversation stayed light, mostly neighborhood mess—who was pregnant again, which person had a party coming up, and the usual talk about their men. Same old, same old. I kept my mouth shut, content just being there, listening and acknowledging.

But it didn’t last.

Kiyah peeked over at me, a sly smile pulling at her lips. “You know why we didn’t say nothing, right?”

I played dumb, even though I already knew where this was headed. I shrugged, eyes still on the TV.

Kiyah sucked her teeth. “Don’t be like that. We ain’t say nothin’ ‘cause she ain’t worth talkin’ about. Tutor is weird—like really weird. Jey gon’ be tryna come back. Just a matter of time.”

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. God, I hoped he didn’t. That was the last thing I needed. Still, curiosity got the best of me. “What you mean she weird?”

Natasha rolled her eyes so hard I swore they’d get stuck. “Nah, we tried, Nye. For real. She act like she too good to fool with us. Even Bronson’s wife tried, and you know how sweet she is —like, she can get along with anybody. But Tutor? She gave us nothing. Just dry answers and small talk. Just sat around lookin’ like she was better than the rest of us.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Maybe she just shy, y’all. Not everybody an extrovert. Some folks just need time.”

Both of them sucked their teeth in unison—loud enough to drown out the TV.

“Nah, don’t make excuses for her ass,” Kiyah shot back quick. “She been ‘round for a whole year. A year, Nye. She shouldn’t be shy no more. She just think she too good for us. But she layin’ up with a Prada Boi poppin’ coochie just like us, so what’s the deal?”

I didn’t have an answer for that—hell, I wasn’t lookin’ for one either. It wasn’t my problem. Wasn’t my business. I shrugged again, sinking deeper into the couch. Not my monkey, not my show.

“Is that’s the only reason y’all callin’ her weird?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Something told me there was more—there always was.

Natasha let out a dry laugh. “Hell no. Strike one, she new in town. Ain’t nobody know her from nowhere. Two, she too nice. Jey be running that girl ragged, and she just smile through it. And three…” Natasha leaned forward like she was about to share the gospel. “Something ‘bout her feel… sneaky. Like she the type to smile in your face and set you up soon as you turn your back.”

That last part sat heavy in the air. Still, I wasn’t about to get caught up in that. Whatever they thought of Tutor, that was their business. Me and her? We wouldn’t be crossing paths often if I could help it.

I chuckled, letting them carry on—both of them tag-teaming now, picking apart every little thing about the girl like they’d been waiting for the chance. Maybe they had.

By the time I got up to leave, the sun was dipping low outside the window, casting long shadows across Natasha’s living room. Kiyah’s braids were almost done, Natasha rubbing grease into her scalp like she was kneading dough.

I grabbed my keys, wallet and stood, offering a small smile. I was still neutral on it all though—didn’t know the girl, didn’t want to. All I could hope was Tutor was enough to keep Jey the hell out my face. I didn’t come back for that. I came home to do other shit.

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June 7th 2002

By Friday, I was over it—sitting around all week doing nothing but watching the clock tick. Another weekend was creeping up, and I wasn’t making no money. Yeah, I had money, plenty stashed away but that didn’t mean I was comfortable. I needed more. Especially with my move coming up in July. I wanted my place to be decked out and that took money.

So, I hit the streets, driving around, looking for a spot that felt right. Somewhere far enough away from Prada Boi territory. Far enough that nobody would just pop up on me.

By afternoon, I pulled up to a place called Sugah’s. The building was discreet—plain brick, no windows, just a single red neon sign buzzing faintly in the daylight. If you ain’t know what it was, you wouldn’t look twice. But I knew better.

I sat for a minute—taking it all in before grabbing my duffle bag from the passenger seat, I hopped out and made my way in—head high, ready to do my thing. I knew I’d get the gig. I wasn’t worried about that. I just needed them to see what I already knew.

The moment I stepped inside, the air changed—warm, heavy, perfumed. Low lights bathed everything in deep purples and soft pinks, bouncing off the velvet curtains and the black carpet dotted with little silver stars. The place shimmered, even in the dark. Glitter clung to the tables, the floor, even the chairs. That told me everything—girls had been working, and hopefully money had been made.

One big stage sat right in the middle—clean, polished, lit just right. A few smaller stages were tucked off in the corners, ready for whoever needed them. Off to the side was the bar—dim, stocked, with a couple of half-empty glasses left behind from the night before. And toward the back, a glowing red sign read VIP in cursive.

I sat down at the closest table, my bag at my feet, arms resting on the surface still sticky with glitter and cheap liquor.

It didn’t take long before a woman in her mid-forties came strutting out from the back. She had that look—seasoned, sharp, like she’d seen it all and some.

“Baby, what you need?” she asked, voice husky like she’d smoked a pack on the way in. Reminded me of Bernice.

“I’m lookin’ to apply… if y’all hiring,” I said, sitting up straighter.

She gave me a slow once-over, eyes pausing on my legs before nodding. “I’ll get the boss.”

Few minutes later, she came back with a man trailing behind her. He was older—pushing late fifties easy. Hair slicked back, gold on his wrist, shirt unbuttoned one too many at the top. He had that look like he’d been around a long time.

“Name’s Sugah Bear. I own the place,” he said, extending a hand.

His handshake was soft—hands too smooth for a man his age—but cold like he’d just handled some ice.

“You lookin’ to dance?” he asked, eyes trailing me but not in that greasy way. More like assessing the merchandise if you will.

I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yes, sir.”

Sugah Bear glanced at the woman—Deb, he called her—then back at me. “Aight. Lemme see what you got. But first… ID?”

I was ready for that. Slid my ID from my wallet and handed it over. He glanced once before nodding toward Deb. “Take her to the back.”

Deb motioned for me to follow. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get you ready.”

She lead me through the club to the back. The locker room smelled like hairspray, body oil, and a little weed. Pink and purple everywhere—lockers, benches, peeling posters of events of the past. Glitter coated the floor like it lived there.

“You good, baby?” Deb asked, pausing by one of the open lockers. Just from everything I had seen so far, Deb was the house mom. The one who looked out for all the girls, made sure they had clothes, hygiene products, food to eat, and stay civil.

I nodded, unzipping my bag. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I dressed quick, sliding on my clear pleasers, adjusting the straps like muscle memory. Deb sat nearby, watching but not saying much until I stood.

“You got a song?” she asked.

I nodded, confidence settling into my bones now. “Yeah… ‘What’s It Gonna Be’ by Busta Rhymes and Janet.”

Deb’s lips curled into a grin. “Good choice, baby. Sexy.”

I made my way out to the main stage, heart pounding but steady. The DJ gave me a nod before the track dropped, that slow beat crawling through the speakers—deep, sensual, familiar.

The second the music hit, Noir came alive. That’s what I’d chosen to go by—my middle name. It felt right. Mysterious enough to make them wonder.

I slid onto the pole smoothly, skin gliding against the metal like they belonged together. My hands caressed my own body slow, deliberate. I moved like honey—thick, sweet, and slow. Every roll of my hips, every dip low it was for me first.

But I kept my eyes locked on Sugah Bear, just like any smart dancer would. Crawled to the edge of the stage, lips parted just enough, legs spreading wide before I flipped, climbed the pole, and hit the moves I spent the last year perfecting.

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By the end of that song, a thin layer of sweat kissed my skin, my chest rising slow and steady. I winked at Sugah Bear before sliding off stage, heels clicking against the worn floor.

Back in the locker room, I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. My body still vibrated as I changed into my street clothes, that high only the stage could give me. It was mine. Every bit of it.

Deb strolled in, grinning wide. “You did good, baby. Real good. Sugah wanna talk to you but you got the gig.”

I shimmied a little, laughing as I pulled my clothes back on. “Thank you, Miss Deb.”

“Nah… thank yourself,” she winked. “Go on. He waitin’.”

Sugah clapped slowly as I made my way over to him, that proud smirk still sittin’ on his face like he’d just hit the jackpot.

“Baby girl,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “I ain’t seen nobody work that pole like that in a minute. You got somethin’ special… smooth, sensual. You know how to work that floor.”

I smiled, letting the praise sink in. I wasn’t gon’ play humble. I’d earned that. Every compliment felt like a deposit straight into my confidence.

But Sugah’s face shifted soon after, his voice dropping a little as he leaned back in the chair. “Now, lemme tell you how my house runs. I don’t do drama. I don’t do jealousy. And I damn sure don’t do mess. You step in here, you respect this house.”

I nodded, giving him my full attention.

“Every dancer tips out. You tip me—the house. You tip Deb—she the one keep y’all straight. And you tip the DJ and the sweepers. Bar’s optional… but you show ‘em love, they gon’ show it right back. Ain’t nobody above nobody in here.”

I soaked in every word. This wasn’t my first time hearing how it worked, but I liked the way he laid it down—clear, no bullshit. It told me everything I needed to know about Sugah and how he ran his spot.

When he finished, he looked me dead in the eyes. “So, when you thinkin’ ‘bout startin’, Miss Noir?”

“Tomorrow… if I can,” I answered without missing a beat.

Sugah grinned, leaning back with a deep chuckle. “I like that eagerness. But first, you gotta get licensed, baby. Can’t touch my stage without one. Lucky for you, I know a spot that’ll handle it same day.”

I perked up at that. “For real?”

“Yup. I’ll give you the address. Tell ‘em Sugah sent you.”

I pulled out a pen and jotted it down as he rattled it off—some little spot tucked off in a strip mall on the other side of town. It didn’t sound fancy, but I wasn’t expecting it to be.

Once we wrapped up, I thanked him, grabbed my duffle, and headed out. Sun was still high in the sky. I followed the directions easy, pulling into the small parking lot of the place Sugah sent me to.

The building looked run down—faded sign, peeling tint on the windows, one of those spots you wouldn’t know what purpose it served until you stepped inside. But I had no issues with it.

I shrugged and went inside.

The process wasn’t hard, just long—paperwork, fingerprints, picture, more paperwork. Couple of girls sat off to the side, bored, waiting their turn. Two hours dragged by slow, but I stayed patient, keeping my eyes down until they finally called my name.

I walked out with license in hand ready to get to the money.

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The sky had started its slow fade by the time I left the license spot—hues of orange and purple bleeding into the clouds like watercolor on canvas. The city felt restless, thick with humidity, that kind of late afternoon heat that clings to your skin and makes everything feel heavier than it should. I should’ve gone home. But there was still too much on my mind, too much I needed to get done.

The mall was packed, the way it always got when summer crept in and folks needed something to do besides sit in the heat. Kids running wild, couples holding hands like their love was new, music blaring from stores fighting for attention.

The air smelled of cheap perfume, Auntie Anne’s pretzels, and that unmistakable scent of new sneakers from the Foot Locker up on the second floor. I slipped in and out of stores—Victoria’s Secret, a boutique flashing rhinestone tops in the window, a shoe store tucked in the corner that carried the kind of heels meant for stages, not sidewalks.

Bags gathered heavy on my arms, straps biting into my skin, but I kept moving. Every outfit, every new pair of shoes felt like armor. Tomorrow night, I’d be back on stage. I needed to look the part—shine, glimmer, be the fantasy someone was willing to pay for.

After a while, the hunger set in, gnawing at me until I found myself drifting toward the food court. The smell of fried rice and orange chicken hit me like a memory, familiar and sweet. I grabbed a tray, ordered quick, and found an empty booth tucked against the wall. It wasn’t much, but it was quiet, and I needed quiet.

I ate slowly, phone held up to my face, smirking at Kiyah’s messages. She was still pressing about that party tomorrow. Big event. Packed house. Told me I needed to show my face. But I had other plans. Money was about to be made. I told her I had plans, kept the reply short. Some things didn’t need to said right now.

I was so focused on the back-and-forth, on the taste of sweet and sour sauce coating my tongue, that I didn’t feel him until it was too late.

A shadow slid into the seat beside me like he’d been invited. I shifted, barely glancing up—just some random, I figured—until his voice caught me, smooth and low, settling over me like it had never left.

“Thought you knew better than that, mami. Always be aware of your surroundings.”

The breath stalled in my chest. I turned slow, almost scared of what I’d find. But there he was. Damian.

Same smirk, same gold chain heavy against his chest, Rolex catching the overhead lights. He looked good—better than good. Healthy, clean-cut in that way only men with power could afford to be. The weight of the streets hadn’t touched him—yet.

I smiled before I could stop myself. “You still creeping up on folks, huh?” I asked, wiping my hands before leaning over, wrapping my arms around him. Damian stiffened for a second, like he wasn’t expecting it, but then his arms came around me slowly, holding me just a beat longer than necessary.

When I pulled back, he was watching me. Not just looking—watching. Like he could see every year I’d been gone, every scar I’d picked up along the way.

“You just gon’ stare at me or you got something to say?” I teased, but my voice was soft, careful. Because truth was, the way he was looking at me made it hard to breathe.

He chuckled, that deep sound rolling off his tongue like it was nothing. “You look good, Nye. Leaving did you a lot of good.”

I shrugged like it was nothing, but hearing it hit harder than I anticipated.

“You too,” I offered, and I meant it. Damian looked like everything I remembered—dangerous in a way that was easy to forget until you were too deep.

The weight of his gaze stayed on me, flickering over the bags at my feet, the food half-eaten on my tray. He didn’t ask what I’d been doing or how I’d been living. Damian wasn’t the type to waste words on questions he already knew the answers to.

I caught the flash of his chain, the way the diamond rings on his fingers caught the light. He was still in it, deep. Some things never changed.

His phone buzzed—one of them. He glanced down, expression shifting, voice low as he answered. I turned back to my food, appetite long gone, staring down at the sticky sauce coating the bottom of the tray.

When he hung up, he didn’t move right away. Just watched me like he was weighing something heavy. Then his hand lifted, knuckles brushing the side of my cheek so soft it almost made me purr like a spoiled kitten.

“It was good seeing you, Nye. Good to have you back. And if you need anything… you know where to find me. I got you.”

There wasn’t nothing but truth in that. No slick game. Just a promise from a man who meant it when it came to me.

I smiled slow, nodding once. “I know.”

And I did. Damian wasn’t like most men. He was solid.

I watched him walk off, shoulders squared, head high. Damian always had this way of moving like the world belonged to him. Maybe it did.

Still, as I sat there, watching his back fade into the crowd, I couldn’t shake the feeling creeping up my spine. The streets had a way of finding you, even when you did everything right to stay gone.

And Damian? Damian was the kind of man that made you forget why you left in the first place.

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I left the mall a little past five, the sun still hanging high like it had no intention of setting anytime soon. The sky was streaked with that summer haze, air thick enough to feel heavy on the skin. On the way home, I made a stop at the corner store—same one that’d been there for decades, tucked between the old laundromat and a liquor store with a neon sign that buzzed louder than it lit.

It felt familiar in a way that almost brought me comfort, like some things in this city refused to change even when everything else did.

I slid out of the car and headed inside, grabbing a Smirnoff Ice for me and Reggie, and a bag of sour gummy bears just because. I figured I’d chill with him in the garage tonight, be his partner as we’d play Spades with Granny and Bernice, who I already knew would be in there cheating like usual.

But nobody ever said a word—at least not out loud. We all just let Bernice be Bernice with her making up rules as she go self.

Rounding the corner of the snack aisle, I caught a glimpse of bare skin—arms covered in tribal ink that stopped me cold. For a second, I couldn’t move. My breath caught as I stared, mind racing even though my body stayed still.

He hadn’t turned around yet, and part of me thought if I backed up slow enough, maybe I could dodge this bullet. But before I could move, he turned. Jey’s eyes landed on me, widening in surprise, and just like that the air shifted.

I straightened my back, forcing my expression blank, calm. Running wasn’t an option. Not anymore. We lived in the same city, breathed the same air, and if this wasn’t today, it’d be tomorrow. Better to face it head-on than keep flinching every time the past crept close.

"Hey, Jey," I said, voice even, like seeing him didn’t tug at stitches that held wounds together that never seemed to heal.

He didn’t respond, just stood there looking right through me, face unreadable. I could handle that, I told myself. I earned that silence.

Instead of lingering in that moment, I kept moving, ready to pass him like he was any other man in that store. If he wasn’t speaking, I damn sure wasn’t waiting. But as I brushed past him, his cologne hit me—Calvin Klein, same one he wore back then, sharp and clean and so damn familiar it made my stomach flip.

For a second, the weight of every memory I’d shoved down tried to claw its way back up, but I swallowed hard and pushed forward.

I barely made it three steps before his voice cut through the air.

"What’s up, Nyeya. How you living?"

It was casual, like we hadn’t just spent the last few years as strangers, like I hadn’t walked out on him without a word. I stopped, pulse jumping. That voice—his voice—I’d heard it so many times in my dreams, it felt almost cruel hearing it now. I forced myself to glance back once but kept it simple.

"I’m good," I answered, because what else was there to say?

There were years between us now, a whole life neither of us could explain in this store aisle.

So, I kept walking. Paid for my stuff like my hands weren’t shaking. My focus was on the door, on getting outside and breathing again.

And that’s when I saw it—parked right out front like a trophy. A red Ferrari 360 Spider, gleaming in the sunlight, top down. In the passenger seat, Tutor sat pretty, legs crossed, applying lip gloss like she didn’t have a care in the world. She looked- perfect. Polished. The kind of woman that fit a man like Jey now. Prada Boi royalty, no doubt.

I glanced once—quick. Just enough to clock her face and the way she barely glanced my way. I didn’t wonder about her, didn’t ask myself what she meant to him. That wasn’t my business. I hoped, deep down, that they were happy. Really, I did.

Back in my car, I gripped the steering wheel, sitting still for a long second. My chest felt tight, my breath shallow. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding it. Slowly, I exhaled, steadying myself. The past was heavy, but it was done. That’s what I kept telling myself.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Jey step out the store, grocery bag in hand, head down like nothing had just happened. That was my cue. I started the car, engine humming low, and pulled off without looking back.

Whatever we were once, whatever we could’ve been, that was another life. And I’d survived it.

The past was the past. It wasn’t coming with me.

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theprettywriter · 1 year ago

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Your beauty and my lust: Dazai Osamu

Synopsis : when he couldn't stop himself and his mind wandered to your delicate skin and soft curves.

Genre/Warnings: ada dazai, masturbation, fluff, mature themes

Author's pov

Sex was a common thing for dazai. When once in a while he wanted someone else's touch and needed a quick relief, he'd just flirt his way inside a woman's heart and her body. But it was just sex and nothing more. Some women were okay with it and some weren't. Not that he cared as it only ended up with him getting kicked out. And when there was a mutual choice, he'd leave after satisfying both himself and his partner for the night. No cuddles or soft love making. Just rough and quick and dirty sex which in most cases, left his partners in wanting more. But he didn't care about them.

That wasn't the case when it came to you. The new and shy member of the armed detective agency. Now dazai admits that he likes all women but the day he saw you for the first time, he felt his heart flutter for the very first time. And that was a new feeling for him. So at first he tried to keep his distance from you. Yes, he's talk to you normally and reply kindly whenever you asked him something or just greeted him after coming to work but he didn't try to make any moves on you.

He didn't flirt with you like he flirts with every other woman and he didn't act like a crackhead like he does around kunikida. Of course you weren't aware of his usual nature because you were new at the agency but sometimes he found himself acting like his real self rather than that annoying coworker who'd jump in a lake the moment he sees one.

So no matter how many times he tried to keep his distance from you, it never worked because the moment you look up at him with that sweet smile and those beautiful soft eyes, he felt his heart melt. More than once, he caught himself staring at you as you worked or talked to any other member. When you'd walk towards yosano's clinic to tell her something, his eyes would be caught staring at the gentle sway of your hips, your soft curves as you'd bend down to pick something off the floor, or when his eyes would soften as he'd watch you laugh and smile at something kenji said. He noticed that you were fond of the younger members despite not knowing them since too long.

No one noticed when he stopped flirting with every woman he sees. No one noticed when he stopped asking women to commit double suicide with him. Of course Ranpo was the first person to notice that the former executive has feelings for his new coworker. But he didn't say anything and just watched as dazai handled you so gently, the hand that once held a gun and killed countless people was the same hand that was now gently pressed against the small of your back as you slipped on a stray piece of paper lying on the floor.

Ranpo watched as your feelings for the former executive grew by the day as well. He noticed your shy smile and your timid steps as you gave dazai a cute little paper bag which had a small box of cookies in it. He noticed how shyly you told dazai that you had made the cookies yourself and that you wanted him to try some. It was so obvious, Ranpo thought as he munched on his snacks and watched his coworkers acting like fools in love.

It was snowing one night and you and dazai were walking home together. You didn't notice when he gently guided you to the inner side of the side walk and walked besides you on the outer side because you were too busy telling him about the new case that you handled Alone for the first time. You were dressed snuggly in your pale blue winter coat But you were a little worried that dazai's trench coat was too thin for the snowy weather so you took out your warm scarf from your bag and looked up at him shyly as you both walked side by side.

"dazai san?" you said softly, a soft blush rose on your cheeks when he looked down at you with eyes swirling with emotions "yes angel?" he grinned when he saw your blush deepen and your eyes widened at the nickname despite him calling you that multiple times. "u-umm" you stutured slightly out of shyness but he waited patiently for you to finish your sentence, only looking at you with soft eyes "y-you look a little cold so would you like my scarf?" you say shyly as you extend your scarf towards him.

His eyes widened for a moment before he grinned softly and nodded, despite not feeling cold. But instead of taking the scarf, he stopped walking and leaned down, looking at you expectantly "care to help me doll?" your eyes widened once again as you blushed profusely and nodded silently while raising your hands by his neck and gently tie the scarf around his neck. You smiled softly as he leaned back to his full height and pulled the scarf over his nose. You didn't notice his eyes darkening when your scent wrapped around his senses because you were already walking ahead.

You waved at him before entering your dorm and he sighed, groaning softly as he walked in his dorm and closed the door behind him,forgetting to lock it because his mind was hazing with lust. He let out a small grunt as he took off his coat and sat on his futon before taking off your scarf. He was going to place it on the table before his moments halted and he slowly raised the scarf towards his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes falling shut as he smelled the jasmine perfume that you always wear.

A low groan left his lips when he felt his cock throbbing in his pants and his breathing got heavier by the second. He had stopped sleeping around after realising his feelings for you. You were precious. Too precious for someone who is tainted like him. But he couldn't help it as his mind wandered to thoughts that he wouldn't dare say out loud. He breathed heavily as he fell back on his futon and unbuttoned his shirt, feeling a little too hot. He fumbled with his zipper and pulled down his boxers just enough to tug his hardened cock out. A deep grunt left his lips as he pressed your scarf firmly against his nose and inhaled deeply as his hand palmed his cock.

"fuck" he groaned, squeezing his cock tightly before he spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva over his cock to make his movements smoother and faster. Heavy pants left his lips as he sniffed your scarf again and his pace increased, his toes curling up and feet pressing against the futon as he jerked himself off. His movements quick and desperate as images of your soft curves and gentle voice clouded his mind.

You smiled softly at the thought of seeing him again as you knocked on his door, his key in your hand. You had found it earlier today lying by his desk and picked it up thinking you will give it to him later. But then it completely slipped your mind and you just found it in your dress's pocket. Thinking he must be trying to find it, you decided to give it to him now as you knocked again. Your brows furrowed when you didn't hear any reply and a small seed of concern settled inside you because he'd always answer after one knock. You knew he wouldn't be asleep because you both just got home a few minutes ago after all.

"dazai san?" you knocked again, the worry growing inside you when no reply came. Hesitating for a moment, you tried to open his door, a little surprised that it wasn't locked. "dazai san, I'm coming in!" you called out as you entered his dorm but again, no reply. After taking off your shoes you walked in to see his living room empty other than a few half empty bottles of sake on the table. He wasn't in the kitchen either so you walked towards his bedroom and raised your hand to knock but you froze when you heard a low moan "nghh.... fuck y/n It feels so good" your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed when you heard the deep moan of your name. You should leave, you know that. Maybe you heard wrong, yes that must be the case.

You know you should leave but with the door slightly ajar, you couldn't help but peek a little and heat curled in the pit of your stomach when you saw him. He was laying on his back, his legs sprawled out as his large hand worked up and down his cock which was covered in pre cum. His shirt was completely unbuttoned , revealing his bandaged chest and his hair were sticking to his forehead as he panted heavily. Your eyes widened when you a familiar scarf lying by his face and You felt yourself getting wetter by the second as you saw him pressing his nose in your scraf and breathing in deeply as he squeezed his cock tightly. your cheeks flushed even more as you felt your arousal sticking to your panties,causing you to unconsciously press your thighs together.

Oh it was so wrong. You should leave, you should leave but it was as if your feet were stuck to the floor as your eyes watched his movements, your body heating up as you gripped your dress. A soft whimper left your lips when another sultry moan of your name left his lips and you felt yourself gushing as his movements quickened and his abdomen clenched "hah- god y/n I'm so close" his eyes rolled back and his face pressed against the pillow and mouth hung open in a deep groan of your name as his cock spurtled out ropes and ropes of hot cum.

Your panties were ruined, you could feel the wetness of your arousal and it was a little uncomfortable. But you couldn't move from your spot as he breathed heavily, covering his eyes with an arm as he laid there, trying to catch his breath. Just as you were about to force yourself to move, a raspy chuckle left his lips "how long are you gonna hide there, doll?" you gasped softly and clamped your mouth shut as you felt embarrassment and shame filling inside you.

He groaned softly as he sat up, not bothering to dress himself as he tilted his head and looked at the ajar door with a lazy smirk "come here y/n" the way he said your name, it was enough to make you follow his command and you walked in shyly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He chuckled and pulled you down on his lap, his smile widening when he watched you squirm and blush profusely "i-im so sorry-" you were cut off and a soft whimper left your lips when he suddenly pressed his lips on yours in a deep kiss.

"need you angel" he murmured, smiling softly as you kissed him back as he laid you gently on his futon. His hands trembling as he made sure to be gentle while sliding off your dress as you looked up at him with soft eyes filled with trust and adoration and lust.

Dazai Osamu is not a gentle man. But when it comes to you, he doesn't want to be anything but gentle.

And for the context, he noticed you the moment you entered his dorm.

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majoryeager104 · 5 months ago

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can you write ua touya but with a so? i love the way you picture this aaaaaa😭😭

of course pooksss omg thanks for the request <3

High school Touya x gn!reader

summary: Touya as your boyfriend going to UA together. First half Headcannons then an x reader bc I’m down bad too 😭😭😭

warnings: language, crackhead behavior from Touya, as usual

High school Touya would be an absolute PAIN

ESPECIALLY if you’re his lover

I think he’d be a dry texter. Like dry as fuck

”Touya ur 30 minutes late to class?! Where have you been 😭😭😭”

”Omw” TEN MINUTES LATER.

SMH

he tries to act aloof and cool to his other classmates but really he just comes off as a major asshole

which he claims is even better

But really he’s just a big softie

he loves the attention and affection that, with his pretty eyes and whiny charming nature, he can very easily get from you.

He’s so upfront about it too

hear me out for a sec

He’s got the good grades, okay? He’s got all a’s he doesn’t play around.

But he’ll bug the life out of you anyways

He’ll ask you to help him with his homework and act like he doesn’t know anything about the subject

Just so he can hear you talk

Oh, and then when you’re done he’ll roll his eyes and be like

“Do you ever quit yapping?”

With that smirk (you know the one)

and if you turn him down? Pouts all day.

you won’t get away with it, he always has the last laugh. (Observe teehee)

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“hey doll-“

“not doing it”

you shut your locker with a thud, immediately turning away from him and his Cheshire Cat grin

“Please? I really need help this time”

he pouted, pulling you back towards him to give you those big sad blue eyes of his, his white, fluffy hair barely concealing the mischief behind them. “no Touya, I’m barely keeping up with this assignment myself-“

“we can study together-“

you shot him a glare, and he pouted even more, crossing his arms as he averted his gaze with a huff. “fine. I guess I’ll just fail then.”

he said, barely able to contain his smirk as an idea popped into his head, but you saw it, rolling your eyes with a tired smile. What was he up to now?

1:30 PM

Touya (dni)

baby please

you

NO. SHOO 😤

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Soon enough, classes were dismissed, and you were walking alongside each other on your ways home. You lived nearby, so he always walked you home, on top of that, he’d carry your schoolbag for you, pulling it from your grip with a wink. “that looks heavy doll”

He swung it over his shoulder, carrying both his bag and yours with a smirk widening on his face

“what’re you up to?”

You giggled, watching his expression as the two of you approached your house. “Oh nothing. Can’t a guy help out every once in a while?” He pouted, once again failing to hide his wide grin as he walked you to the door. “Do you wanna come in or something?” You said cautiously, smiling as you realized his plan, or so you thought. “Eh, for a minute I suppose” he shrugged, his grin growing. You rolled your eyes, opening the door as he let you inside in front of him. You waved to your mom in the kitchen, who smiled when she saw you two, greeting the two of you as she walked out of the kitchen towards you. She gave you a hug, and then looked at Touya

“Thanks so much for coming by to help with y/n’s homework, Touya, I don’t know what she’d do without you”

“Of course! I’ll gladly help her anytime she needs it”

your eyes widened as you looked over at him, a triumphant grin on his face. His plot clicked in your head, those knowing blue eyes of his sending you a wink as he pulled you towards your room

“cmon Y/n! Wouldn’t want those grades of yours to slip!”

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#touya x reader #touya headcanons #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki #touya fluff #mha touya #mha dabi #bnha touya #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #Chloe’s Drabble #Chloe’s Requests #Pro hero Touya x reader

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lxkeee · 1 year ago

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FLY ME TO THE MOON: THE SEVEN VIRTUES OF GOD

Notes: just some information about the seven virtues.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Rankings:

The seven virtues consist of seven angels from different triads.

The archangels are Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael/Reader, the virtues of justice, faith, and kindness.

The only dominion angel is Uriel, the virtue of wisdom.

The only seraphim angel is Jophiel, the virtue of beauty.

The only throne angel is Camuel, the virtue of courage.

The only power angel is Azrael, the angel of death.

Most would think the seraphim angels are the most powerful but it's actually the seven virtues who are the most powerful. Strength and power the seven virtues are better as they are in the front lines.

The seraphim angels listen to them.

The seven virtues stayed most of their time on earth, working their separate duties. They watched over the mortals.

Each virtue watches one continent of earth but they do take turns in each continent.

Each virtue has its own personal mansion in heaven.

Personality Dynamics:

The seven virtues think of each other like siblings or best friends at most.

Michael, obviously the older and the leader. Cares for the other six like an older brother does. Cold, serious and takes his role very seriously.

Gabriel, the second oldest. She's like a big sister. Quite a tease too.

Raphael, the third oldest. An introvert, doesn't know how to show affections. She used to but she's currently suffering depression and therefore has trouble understanding her emotions lately but she cares. Very cold and serious when in work mode but awkward and chill during their day off.

Uriel, the same age as Raphael. Very smart, often speaks like a poet or a crackhead and there's no in-between. Total sweetheart and always ready to help. Serious when doing his job.

Jophiel, the same age as Raphael. A flirt, likes teasing others and especially the other virtues. Hides away from responsibilities if he has the chance. If he can't then he would take his job very seriously.

Camuel, the same age as Raphael. Despite being the virtue of courage, he gets scared very easily. Strong though, so he can fight. Got along with the other virtues.

Azrael, the same age as Raphael. A very playful, mischievous, flirty, serious angel. He tends to make fun of others but knows when not to cross the lines. A little sadistic. Always have a smirk on his face, very condescending when in work mode.

The seven virtues both have work and relax mode. When working they are downright terrifyingly serious. But when they don't have any work then they are quite chill.

Michael barely gets any sleep. Functions with coffee 24/7.

Raphael barely has any motivation to do anything.

All seven virtues have sass in their tongues.

Uriel does dad jokes or corny jokes.

Jophiel the victim to listen to those jokes.

All seven of them are tired as fuck, very overworked lmao.

Michael and Azrael often argue cuz the reaper teases Michael. Tend to end up in a fight.

Gabriel tries to break it off and accidentally gets included in the fight.

Camuel the one who actually breaks it off.

Raphael is just there, already used to it.

Jophiel and Uriel watching the fight while eating popcorn, making bets.

Work:

Michael watches over the fairness and equality of earth. Keeping track of mortals' deeds.

Gabriel watches over the faiths of humans, offering guidance to mortals. She's the one who sends mortals' prayers to god.

Raphael watches over the sick and healthy. Providing health to the people who needed it.

Uriel watches over the people and keeps track of the progress made by humans.

Jophiel watches over nature and the non humans, making sure equality is present in all of god's creation.

Camuel watches over the people, providing protection.

Azrael the reaper of souls, guides souls to their destination in the afterlife. Updates the book of life that St. Peter uses so he'll know if there's a new soul that would arrive in heaven.

Day Off Dynamics:

Stays in heaven to recharge.

Often have sleepovers.

Gets very chaotic as they often have nights where they go out for drinks.

Game nights are nights of betrayal.

Michael sucks at uno.

Azrael kept on winning.

Loser does the winner's paperworks.

Gossips. Lots of gossips.

Whether it's heavenly tea or mortal ones.

Michael to Azrael during uno: “Right hand on the bible, god can strike me down if I'm lying. The mf is cheating!”

Yes, they swear.

Only when it's just the seven of them in the room.

Probably hibernates for two whole days.

Other fun facts:

Azrael has two floating or flying eye pets, he can use it to eavesdrop in heaven when he's on earth. It serves as his second pair of eyes. He's always watching.

Michael wields a sword.

Gabriel uses a book as she's more of a mage type of angel.

Raphael uses a sword.

Uriel uses a sword.

Jophiel uses a book to conjure spells.

Camuel uses a bow and arrow.

Azrael uses a staff that transforms into a scythe.

Jophiel accidentally turned himself a frog once and had to attend a virtues meeting in frog form. The others never let him forget.

Uriel drinks more wine than water.

The only girls in the seven virtues are Gabriel and Raphael.

[Y/n] is often rolled into a burrito by the others if she's depressed.

#hazbin hotel #lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist #lucifer morningstar x reader

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 2 years ago

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Growing into Love

pairing:Husband!Seokjin x fem!reader

tags: fluff, slight angst, husband Jin, non-idol!au, Arranged marriage trope, mentions of parent issues

summary: Arranged marriage could've been a lot of things, but with Jin, it was nothing but comfortable. Maybe too comfortable that you hadn't realised when you'd both fallen in love.

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“You know what Mom, I’m sorry. I thought, for once, you’d understand me but of course. My bad. Let’s just forget this. Bye.”

No matter how long it had been, it was never easy. Even years of therapy cannot make the complicated relationship between your parents and you easier to deal with. After everything said and done, you still did love your parents and you knew they loved you too. Even if they weren't great at depicting it without it affecting you.

It was tiresome nevertheless. The constant back and forth, you still hoping they'd understand even though they haven't in the last twenty-seven years and them hoping you'd finally see their side.

It had gotten easier when you had moved out after high school. You had enjoyed the taste of freedom and independence for 6 years since high school, mainly because you knew it came with a deadline- arranged marriage. It was a tradition in your family, everybody always got an arranged marriage. Even after knowing that it’s your destiny, the fear of “what ifs” had eaten you up for years.

For years you'd fought against it, but eventually, you lost all the will to fight and gave in. You had no choice. No matter how much you did, they always demanded more. Maybe you were to blame, for hoping even after everything.

With all the thoughts and the pain still fresh in your heart, you slump against the sofa on the floor throwing your phone on the coffee table. You're trying your best to not let the tears fall. Leaning your head back you just breathe and try to stop the well-known spiral that was going on in your brain.

"That bad huh?"

The voice startles you. You open your eyes to see your husband standing at the kitchen entrance looking at you. His wide shoulders clad in his favourite white t-shirt, a pink worn-out apron on his slender waist, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the soft features on his face slowly turning into concern as he assessed you.

Being married to Seokjin had been a pleasant surprise. Both of you knew what you were getting into, had spoken openly about your needs and kept to your boundaries. You understood that love was not exactly an option in your situation, but there was never any animosity between the two of you.

After a year of marriage, you'd become friends and partners/ teammates of sorts and constantly enabled each other to succeed. You had a routine, shared chores, shared your hobbies with each other and existed in perfect harmony. There was never a need or yearning for more, as it felt comfortably natural at every point.

Everything you'd learnt about him made you want to remove all the unfair pain he'd been through and protect him from further pain. One month into your marriage you got to know that his family had caused him a broken heart and forced him into this predicament. Yet he was always polite and nice to you and his family, and your respect for him grew multifold. Then you began noticing how he was often silent and blue when he thought no one was paying him attention. His smile faded every time he turned away from people which made you feel like it was you who was getting hurt.

But along the way, in the last year, Jin had genuinely become more balanced. His over-hyper nature around people and the eerily silent persona at home had slowly eased into a balance that dances on the verge of both. He makes you laugh almost every day, has cried in front of you a couple times and always cooked the most delicious meals every weekend. Jin was also a complete crackhead, especially when his younger brother Jungkook visits- which is almost all the time. Jungkook had been a big part of your life since your marriage and you would not have it any other way. Especially since it made Jin smile from his heart (and annoyed him to know bounds that you spoiled Jungkook).

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You blink at the voice, Jin is now crouching in front of you, back leaning against the coffee table as he looks at you. His eyes filled with worry, lips puckered and hair tousled. You bite your lips to prevent the threatening tears from falling down.

"Didn't you hear ?" You ask with a quivering voice, referring to the phone call you had with your parents moments ago.

"No, I was caught up in making lunch." He settles one hand on your shoulder in a pat. "But from the look on your face, I assume it didn't go well. If you want to talk, you know I'm here."

You nod, blinking more furiously in a futile attempt. He smiles and wipes the tears away.

"It's ok to cry, we spoke about this."

"I know. That's what I'm doing." You say as more tears fall and a smile graces your face. "Aha, I know what will cheer you up." His eyes widen and a mischievous smile plays on his face as you look at him in confusion. "I'll call Jungkookie, you are always happy when he annoys me. I don't get it but it'll work for now." You look at him for a moment to gauge how serious he is and end up laughing when he picks up his phone to call the younger one.

"No no Jin don't call kookie. Poor thing, he really wanted to sleep in this weekend. Plus he really needs to start hanging out with people other than us." You say between laughing as Jin puts his phone down.

"Hmmm," he thinks as he absentmindedly wipes more of your tears away and you're watching in anticipation waiting for his next suggestion. "In that case, maybe ice cream will help?" He asks with big eyes and a pout, looking like an innocent child. You immediately nod like an excited 5-year-old at his suggestion.

Jin brings you the ice cream tub you'd both bought at the supermarket and hands over a spoon.

"Here, enjoy!" "Hehe thanks, I love you. You're the best Jin." "Aissh, love you too. I'll go check on lunch. don't eat too much."

You were about to hum back in response but froze mid-action, ice cream spoon on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes widen in reaction and you drop the spoon on the floor. This causes Jin to stop midway to the kitchen and look at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He says rushing to your side. You just look at him in pure shock.

"We, I- we-" The words fail to come out of your mouth and your mind is a mess. "We what?" He asks, the concern back on his face.

"wesaidiloveyou" The words leave your mouth in such a hurry that Seokjin almost misses it. When he realises he gets more confused and replies with a shrug, "Yeah so?"

"What do you mean so? We said THE words Seokjin." The incredulous look on his face stays put and you add, "For the first time."

He scoffs and smiles. "This is not the first time."

"What?"

His smile falters, "You don't remember?" "Remember what? Jin don't mess with me now." Your voice is timid and you feel a giant lump creeping up your throat.

"You're the one messing with my head right now. Do you really not remember saying I love you to me that night?" He looks at you in disbelief, ears reddening and his pout in full display. "What night?"

"Y/N, come on seriously?" "I really don't remember Seokjin."

He stares at you for a moment too long, sighs and walks back to the kitchen. You close the ice cream tub and run to follow him in. He's stirring the stew in the pot and even though his back is facing you, you don't miss the agitation in his movements. You wait for him to close the lid on the pot and watch as he just stares at the wall. Slowly you move closer to him but he whips around even before you could tap on his shoulder, and looks at you.

"Jin, I really do not remember what you are referring to and I'm sorry. Just tell me when it was, please." You give him your best puppy eyes and he sighs leaning his head back on the shelf above, before facing you again.

"The night after we went to your cousin's wedding, in bed, before sleeping you told me you love me and I said it back." Your jaw drops to the floor. "That was three months ago," is all you say as you try your best to jog your memory of the night.

That had been a particularly rough family function- with your father questioning every career choice you had made, your mother constantly criticising your outfit choice and every other relative asking you only about your plans to have kids. Seokjin had been very comforting and stayed by your side the entire night. You remember how his hand never moved from the small of your back the entire night and how he kept running circles on your palm whenever he held them. That night you were sure you had fallen for Seokjin, but you did not remember vocalising it to him. And definitely did not remember him saying it back.

Jin's strained sigh brings you back to the man in front of you, he is doing his best to look positive and lighthearted about this and you can see it.

"Why didn't you bring it up the next day?" You wanted to say sorry, you wanted to hug him but this was the only sentence that came out of your mouth. "I figured you said it in a sleepy daze. And maybe you didn't mean it." Jin sounds so small and nervous at the moment.

"But then it happened again." He adds before you can say anything and all you can say is, "HUH?"

He rubs his palm on the back of his neck and nods. "Yeah, actually you've said it 7 times in the last three months including today."

"WHAT?" Jin looks as shocked as you do at this revelation.

"Why the hell do I not remember it?" "How the hell am I supposed to know." Jin's voice comes out sharper and you realise how all of this might be for him. But he turns back to the dish on the stove and you are left to jog your memory to see if he was right.

"The second time was when I bought you the big chocolate cake when you were on your period- two months back," Jin says in the most neutral tone and the memory comes back to you.

You hadn't even informed him about your periods, he somehow always knew. But you were positively shocked when he walked into your shared bedroom with a chocolate cake in his hand, explaining that it will ease your cramps. It might've been possible that you voiced the exact feeling you were having in a moment of joy.

"Then it was a week later when you were leaving for work." Jin is now back to stirring and assessing his pot and his voice seems muffled.

"When?" He turns to look at you for a brief second, he assesses your confused face and turns back smirking.

"You said 'I love you bye' on your way out the door, I knew you didn't realise it. In fact, you did this again twice, Kookie was here during the fifth time."

"Wha- How... Do I have memory loss?" Jin turns around and you can see the smile he's trying to control. "Don't laugh, Jin. How else do you explain my not remembering saying it?" He stays leaning on the counter with his smirk playing on his face and says, "So you definitely don't remember drunkenly professing your love for me last week and then proceeding to cuddle me the entire night until I laid you on the bed in the morning right?"

If you were shocked till now it was nothing compared to this bombshell Jin dropped on you.

"Are you lying?", "No why would I!" Jin looks convincingly innocent but it only worsens your confusion. How did you miss such an important moment of both of your lives. Your husband loves you and has said so multiple times but your brain has successfully managed to forget that. You try your best to remember but nothing out of the ordinary jumps from your brain.

He breaks down laughing- screeching noises and all, as he watches you process it. Your first reaction, post-shock, is to hit him in the arms and exasperatedly pout.

"Jin, that's not fair. Why the hell did you not tell me any of this ?"

He sobers up then and stands in front of you, holding both your shoulders and a sweet smile on his face. "I didn't mean to hide it, I just thought you didn't want to bring it up. Y/N, you told me yourself that you're a flight risk and that you weren't looking for love. I didn't want to make you panic."

"Aww that's sweet of you." He nods annoyingly smug and you roll your eyes. "But I still feel horrible that I didn't even notice it fully. I mean.. how does one forget that?" Jin shakes his head at your words and gives a little squeeze to your shoulder as he says, "You didn't forget it, it just came so naturally to you that it wasn't a big deal."

You look up at his eyes hearing his words. "Was it the same for you?" Jin gulps and rubs the back of his neck again. He's turning redder by the minute and you love seeing him like this. "Well, yeah. I actually said it a week before you did for the first time." You open your mouth to react but he interrupts you. "And no, you didn't forget it. I was scared and told it when you were sleeping."

"When?"

"Aiish, I don't remember Y/N." He's almost as red as a tomato now. You scoff at his words. "Oh please, you just listed the 7 very random days I told you I love you. And I know for a fact you remember when you first said it. Spill it, Jin." Jin is fully blushing and you're sure you are too by how heated up your cheeks feel. You continue riling him up by poking his arms till he swats you away and answers your question.

"I- Oh god stop Y/N, I'll tell.", "Okay, go on."

"It was the night you suggested we sleep in the master bedroom together because you felt it was unfair that I had to sleep in the guest room." Jin covers his hands in his face and cringes at himself while you've got the biggest smile playing on your face. You start giggling and that makes him look up from his hands with a pout.

"Ya don't laugh at me!" "No, no I'm not laughing at you. It's just... that's all it took for you to fall in love with me?"

His face immediately changes from his pout to a soft smile. "That's because I didn't fall in love, and neither did you.", "Oh." You try your best to let it not show but you know that your face has deflated just the way your heart felt.

Jin notices it and smiles before adding, "We didn't fall in love, we grew into it, and that's much better. I've fallen in love before and you know what, when you fall it feels like you're flying until you crash. I think falling in love is a sad thing." He moves closer and holds your face in his palms as you look up at him without breaking eye contact. "With you, with us, we didn't fall and we won't crash. I've been in a relationship where even the smallest things were a big deal- every 'I love you' and anniversary. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying I really do prefer how natural it feels to just say I love you and not make a big deal of it. With you, specifically. I love how we just started doing things together without overthinking it. So yea, we grew into loving each other."

By the time he is done you're eyes are watering and the tears flow down your cheeks. He wipes them away and you just stare at him, thinking about his words. He was right, almost all of your firsts since your wedding have been entirely unspoken. One day you just cuddled against him while watching a movie and neither of you questioned it. Or when he randomly pulled you in a bear hug and cried after a tough day, or when he comforted you during your family functions and you did the same. Even when you were busy trying to fight off any feelings because of your fear, you couldn't succeed. It all felt natural.

"Y/N, please don't cry. You've been crying since the damn phone call and now I've made you cry too." You shake your head sideways and pull him into an embrace, leaning your head on his chest and sniffling your tears in. He rubs your back trying to calm you down, which you do because Jin always knows how to calm you. You lift your head from his chest and look at him, still in a tight embrace.

"How are you this smart and amazing?" He smiles shyly and then smirks before adding, "I am 3 years older than you and I know a lot more than you do!"

"Tch, what a shame I didn't record that and send it to Jungkook. He'd be so happy to see you admit that you're old." You tease and Jin looks at you in mock anger which causes you to laugh.

"I've been realising it here and there but like you said nothing felt out of the ordinary or uncomfortable enough to question it. So... okay I agree, we grew into loving each other." Jin nods with a fond smile. "Now what?" you add with raised eyebrows watching keenly as Jin smirks and his hug around you gets tighter. Your face heats up as he leans into you slowly, your eyes trained on those plump lips of his that have always caught your attention. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to hit your lips and finally fee-

TRIINGGGGG

The sound of Jin's ringtone blaring from his pant pocket makes both of you jump away from the embrace. Recovering faster from the shock, Jin picks up the phone and curses as he shows you the called ID- Jungkook.

You laugh as Jin attends the call and immediately starts cursing the younger one and Jungkoook lets out his usual Elmo giggles and shouts for you to support him.

Jin was right, this all felt natural. This is your family, your home and you'd cherish it forever.

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helaenatargaryencore · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚)

(Everything about the younger children I headcannon!)

Once again feel free to disagree but be respectful my loves!

Jace

Definitely on the schools soccer team, I see Jace as a very popular figure at school but he is very gentleman like, he will carry girls books and bags to class, help teachers move chairs and tables around class and chose the kids that usually don’t get chosen into teams for PE, he has a hair care routine for his curls for sure, is a comic fan I can see it and def is a crackhead for video games, does twitch streams probably, and loves energy drinks especially before his workouts (yeah I kinda headcannon him as a gym rat!) he owns a dog named vermax btw who is a German shepherd (proudest dog dad) academically he is great in English and history, heavy on the history since his family has a huge part in it I mean they were royalty and rode dragons (yes dragons existed and went extinct like dinosaurs and shit let me believe😫) but math is a bit of a hard subject he passes with a c maybe a B if lucky.

Luke

He has not a single bad or intimidating bone in his body, an angel if you will. He is the sweetest human being who is very shy and quiet until you get him to come out of his shell then he is a comedian full on, definitely has beautiful curls, does great in all his classes just to make Rhae proud (momma’s boy) wears a single sliver band ring that Rhaenyra gifted him and he has never taken it off, has a dog named Arrax who’s a beagle, he definitely wears flannels and hoodies and owns a million pairs of converse, he smokes/vapes but not constantly because he is paranoid that his lungs would give out before the age of 30. Definitely does twitch streams and has a PC set up, is in a gaming/coding club at school for sure, probs an anime fan (I don’t know why he just gives off cute dweeb vibes!)

Baela

A queen through and through! I see her being a human/equal/animal rights activist and a feminist for sure, idk she just seems like a supportive human who people would instantly love! She def would wear pretty vibrant colors, her hair would be lovely as well (wasn’t a big fan of the wigs in the show she and phoebe basically all of house Velaryon could have had better!) I see Baela with short silver coils even a gorgeous Afro and she might even enjoy dying her hair (maybe not) but she definitely would keep her hair healthy and beautiful! I have a feeling that she would be in some sort of sport but I cannot pinpoint which one! Owns a beautiful horse (a Friesian horse) named Moondancr, she would enjoy hobbies like horse back riding, going on hikes, surfing probably, rock climbing, she also loves doing crazy daredevil stuff (gives poor Laena a heart attack but Daemon is proud) she will stand her ground and speak her mind!

Rhaena

She is so graceful, Rhaena is so kind and sweet therefore everyone was always so comfortable in her presence, she is a academic genius looking into becoming a dance/ballet instructor due to being in the dancing field her whole life, it was something she enjoyed and felt at peace doing. Has a beautiful white Birman cat named Morning, her collar and supplies are all pink and bright, Rhaena herself wears light pinks and whites even mix it up with other pastel colors, cute knitted sweaters as well. Beautiful silver hair that she would have in gorgeous braids or let her natural coils (like Laena’s) be but either way she would look gorgeous! She is close with Baela and Luke more than anybody else!

Joffrey

Totally see him being the Lily Pritchett of his family, he would constantly gag everybody (especially Aegon!) An iPad kid through and through with his YouTube and games on full volume but he would keep his hands and iPad clean for sure, does Fortnite dances idk I just vision it, gets away with everything because in Rhae’s eyes he can do no wrong, he has a dog named tyraxes (he believes in the dog distribution system as much as the cat one and randomly walked inside the house with a small flea infested pup that Rhaenyra paid a fat vet bill for) is the most honest one in the family he don’t give a fuck about anyone’s feelings you asked for the truth he’ll give it to you upfront. He has a personal vendetta against Aegon which started when he forgot him in a car when he was a baby (Aegon is paranoid and believes that is the sole reason Joffrey is against him and he may be right) He’s smart in all categories I mean good grades and is great at social situations

Aegon and Viserys

Both are attached to the hip since they are close in age, in the show I kinda don’t see much of them so to me I cannot read what they could be like. Cute kids though.

Visenya

Now since she doesn’t quite exist I headcannon that Rhaenyra gets to have her, everything about her is headcannon since yk she wasn’t alive in the show. I see her being a clone of Rhaenyra, a spoiled princess gets everything she wants (as she should) is in the best ballet school with the best instructors, her wardrobe is definitely professional made princess gowns, like she names a princess and Rhaenyra is on the phone getting it made, she has thick silver hair which she has her mommy braid just like hers, she owns millions of stuffed animals it is outrageous. Def owns a white Pomeranian pup named silverwing or Meraxes.

Okay this was fun to do! I love this whole Modern Au and I do hope you all enjoyed this read and comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated but not required just as long as you enjoy the read💗

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