#hhhhh how the hell do i wrap this thing

[lunarflare64]

Look what I hurt my back making today

Blurry adult cat for size

[stardustedseas]

going a little insane imagining professor venomous in a monster form, specifically him as a naga. implied youre afab but only in a couple parts, nsfw below the cut

being all wrapped up in his coils jusssttt to the point of it being a little hard to breath, held tightly to his chest as he fucks into you, that unfairly sexy voice moaning and dirty talking right in your ear as his forked tongue occasionally slips out to tease along your ear or neck. hhhhh and when he cums he cant help but have the tip of his tail shake in what would usually be a dangerous rattle but is now a sign of his pleasure

yk what let him keep the claws too so he can grip onto the parts of your body that arent wrapped in his tail, pressing in just enough to barely break the skin and draw thin red lines that will be sore in the morning. AND HIS FANGGGSSSSS dear god his fangs, if youre being especially bratty he will bite you, just a little bit of his venom enough to make your body all soft and pliant. barely even being able to hold onto him, your arms sliding down to hang uselessly beside your trapped body. he would absolutely tease you for that too as if it wasnt his intentions all along. hes hardly even started and youre already limp, but dw, hes gonna take reaaalllyyy good care of you.

he cant get over just how warm you are, outside but especially inside. he wishes he could keep you all wrapped up in his tail and arms like this, his cocks burried as deep inside your hot body as they can go, and just bask in your heat. he will tell you maybe he should do just that, keep you warming him up while he does all that boring paperwork and meeting calls, wouldn't it be nice?

he may accidentally squeeze you a little too tight as he gets closer to cumming, just let him know and he will losen up, unless,, you like it 👀 he will have no qualms against making you breathless in more ways than one. he loves the sounds you make, breathing a little heavier than what you normally would, moaning and whining as he fucks you. ESPECIALLY if you're a hero omg, you may be his s/o but that doesnt mean he is gonna go easy on you nor listen to any 'advice' you may give about not being evil. why would he listen to that when he can make love to you so good all you can say is his name over and over <333 orrrr he could use the tip of his tail to keep your mouth full so you can't say anything at all

hhhhh letting an evil, monsterous villian like him fuck you, that's not very heroic of you, you should be trying to stop him, not letting him blow your back out as you sob that you love him, not that he complaining tho <3 he's so mean <3

he could probably make some kinda potion thing to help you keep up with him or produce more slick too, that way you guys can go round after round with no problem. id like to think his saliva always has a little of his venom mixed in, so he gives you an antidote before you two kiss or he gives you oral just so you dont accidentally intake too much and your heart stops lmao id also like to imagine he lovessss to kiss, when he isnt rambling his dirty thoughts to you, he has that long tongue deep in your mouth and down your throat if you let him.

theres so many positions if he was a naga too omg like you laying back on his curled up tail for missionary, him taking you from behind while youre almost fully wrapped up in him, using the thick appendage to hold your lower body up so he can pound into you at a new angle, helping you ride him with his tail as a support or moving you up and down on him with it, hell even just grinding on the cool scales! so many possibilities hhggrgghgg speaking of, i bet they would feel soooo good against your over heated body and forming bruises or little cuts from his claws, soothing the ache

he is very cautious tho, knowing too much of his venom would stop your heart, his tail more than strong enough to break your bones, his claws sharp enough to cut too deep, ect ect so many ways he could seriously hurt or kill you, he may not always seem like it but he is very mindfull of his body compared to yours.

going back to his rattle, imagine him fucking you with it to tease you or prep you for his dicks, the hard bumps feeling sooo good rubbing inside of you, and when he rattles it????? lord

id like to imagine he gets more breathy and his voice deeper during sex too, he sounds a lot like that One Scene, when he said 'much easier to disect you that way' im about to fucking start barking just thinking about that scene oh my godddddd thats also how he dirty talks to you idc what anyone says, he will absolutely love to push your mind and body to the breaking point, it really is much easier to disect your reactions and brain that way. he may not be using a scalpel and forceps but his nasty words and husky voice is more than enough. and yes he says shit like 'oh little (your name), is it too much?' in the same tone he asked if k.o was disturbed.

AND he will hiss a lot more in a naga form too, he doesnt even mean to but god you just feel so good he cant help but let out more primal sounds. his tongue will also be out more too, he just cant get enough of your taste in the air and on your skin.

afterwards, its absolutely mandatory to stay boarderline encased in his tail while you cockwarm him and you two cuddle after he cleans up any cuts or puncture wounds you nay have

i cannot stand him he is horrible i need to put him in a blender

[jojo-the-puppy]

god wait actually still so insane abt ur little brother posts ggosh,,, like,,, god,, after the fact,, after the dirty deed has been done. knowing big sis won’t tell a soul. you can see it in her eyes, weak and broken by the shame of what she did, the fact she was a part of it, knowing that those feelings would eat her up if she told another soul,,,

who would believe her anyways?? her little brother??? doing something like that??? if anything it’d make more sense that she was the one who pushed herself onto her sweet innocent younger brother. frankly, its the perfect piece of blackmail, holding it over her, telling her what a freak she is for feeling these things about her brother, and just what would happen if you let the news slip (all while, of course, enabling her perversion further). gleefully tormenting her, teasing her, tempting her, knowing that she won’t tell a soul,,,,

hell,,, maybe even escalating it further to see just how far you can push the envelope,,, in the car,, you and your sister in the back, feeling her up under her skirt,,, her eyes filling with arousal and terror as she tries to repress whimpers,,, turning to you, silently pleading,, please anywhere but here,, only for you to respond to her with a devilish grin, knowing she’d rather die than face the shame of mom and dad discovering what’s been going on between you two,,,

maybe you’re with some friends and you playfully sit on your sister’s lap, everyone thinks its so cute and sweet!! ^^ they of course, don’t notice how her little brother makes it a point to grind against her bulge as she silently whimpers, or how hard it is for her to even keep her composure with her brother on top of her,, once again. you know she’d never even dare to tell a soul. she wouldn’t want her friends to know how sick of a freak she is, getting off to her little brother, right??

gosh,, just,, tormenting her in this personal hell and heaven,, all her deepest darkest fantasies are coming true yet still that shame eats inside of her,,,, hhhhh. doing the classic little brother thing of just pushing on those buttons,, knowing she can’t do anything about it

I mean,, it’s not your fault she’s basically wrapped around your finger,, she’s the gross one for wanting her little brother so bad… frankly she should be thanking you for even indulging in her gross pervert fantasies instead of whining for you to stop,,,,

brain too all over the place to add my own thoughts to this rn but enjoy because this fucks

[compartmentalizinglmao]

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[slimyficgirl]

Funny ((Elonix Reader))

You didn’t visit Metro District often, but today was a special occasion. A brand spanking new Korean BBQ had just opened up in The area, and you and your friends planned to eat and eat until you couldn’t eat anymore. So, here you were, walking through the area with a smile on your face as you tapped away at your phone, checking your GPS. You were approaching the restaurant, and as you did you noticed shrill, fangirlish screams coming from right across the street. Glancing up, you saw something surprising.  Standing across the street, surrounded by screaming fans and bodyguards, were 5 freakishly tall, robotic young men in black sailor-esque uniforms. Each had a different colored theme and all were thriving off the attention. You knew them, of course. How could you not? There was the white haired leader, Rin, the red Mohawked bad boy, Zimelu, the cool blue haired Purl-Hew, the sweet and innocent Haym, and the green funny boy, Eloni. They made up the extremely popular robot boy band, 1010, ran by their manager, a war veteran called Neon J. You would call yourself a fan, sure, but not a big one. That being said, you’d tell anyone who asked that your favorite member was Eloni, which usually surprised people. The poor guy wasn’t that popular, but you? You loved funny guys.  Still, no way in hell were you a big enough fan to care much for the apparent meet and greet going on right now, and especially not enough to spend that sort of money just to get a ticket. Your 200 buckeroos was going to the best meal you’d have all year. Good trumps pretty robo boys, hands down.  And yet, you found your gaze lingering on the tall men. Which they noticed, each pausing from their smiles and waves to strike a pose and give you a flirtatious wink. You felt your face start to burn and you tried awkwardly to laugh it off. They were just..programmed to be like that, so you really shouldn’t think much of it. Then Eloni, the absolute mad lad, DABBED at you. Unable to stop yourself, a loud laugh wheezed out of you and, unknown to you, the green haired boy froze and glanced at you again, his already flowing cheeks beginning to glow brighter as your laughter continued. Zimelu noticed this too and snickered, gently elbowing his brother in the side, which Eloni swatted away with a flustered face. Your phone binged and grabbed your attention though, and you pulled it out of your pocket. Your friends would be there in a few minutes, thank god. 

Y/N DEMANDS FOOD IN THE MOUTH HOLE!  With nothing else to do, you just..standing there, fiddling on your phone as you waited. It was strange to see someone from Cast Tech district over here, so Neon J had to wondered if you were here for the meet up. So..he called out to you, “Excuse me, Soldier! At you here for the meet and greet?” His voice caught you off guard and you fumbled with your phone, barely able to keep from dropping it. You looked up at him with a startled expression, eyes wide. The boys were signing autographs now, but were glancing at you expectantly, especially Eloni.  He’d...really liked your laugh..  “I-I, uh, no! I’m just waiting to eat with some friends! Thank you though for checking!” You replied, embarrassed at the strained sound to your voice. This was just...incredibly awkward. They all seemed surprised and you shifted uncomfortably under their gazes, only relaxing when the deep voice of your friend Mel filled the air.  “Hands, touching hands,  reaching out, touching me,  TOUCHING YOU! SWEET CAROLINE!”  As if filled with some primal instinct long forgotten in the human race, you let out a loud, “ BAH BAH BAH!” Which told your friends that you were nearby, causing them to laugh. Eloni laughed too. Hard. Neon J looked between his least popular-among the fans-son and you, a thought forming in his screen of a head. As this went on, a group of girls who had gotten their autographs and photos broke from the group, heading towards the BBQ. They bump past you and snicker before pausing to hold the door open as your friends Mel, Lee, and Sunny finally join you outside the restaurant. 

"Losers first~“

What...sort of power play was this? What did they expect to gain from it. Your back was turned to the boy band but the bristling you felt from their direction told you they didn’t much appreciate their fans’ rude attitudes. You glanced at Mel, who just shrugged, bowed, and held out a hand. “M’friend.” You snorted a laugh and took his hand, “Thank you, My good sir~”

And then the two of you just waltzed inside. Literally. You waltzed.

While the fans watched with confused, judging expressions, Eloni could be heard just WHEEZING with laughter. Neon J stared at his robot son with a tilted head. This event had turned out to be more interesting than he’d expected.

After you ate yourself nearly sick, not regretting a damn second of it by the way, you left with your three friends. Each of you walked sluggishly, a food coma most definitely in your futures as you left the BBQ. Outside, the meet and greet was just starting to wrap up, and Neon J, who had been waiting for you to leave, motioned to Eloni once you had. With a slight grin, his cheeks glowing brighter yet again, the giant robot strode over until he was towering before you, fidgeting slightly. You craned your neck up at him, eyes wide. What..was going on? Eloni glanced over at the other members of 1010, who gave him an encouraging salute, which you didn’t even know was a thing. Taking a deep breath, Eloni spun in a circle and struck a pose as you watched in a mixture of awe and anxiety.

“Baby, you outshine everything around you.”

You froze, the only noice managing to come out of you was a whispered ‘HHHHH’ while your friends stifled their laughter behind you. What was going on??? Okay, sure, you...maybe..sort of...kind of...imagined something like this happening before, but you never had BBQ sauce on your face then, and you’d never thought it would actually happen! Eloni was looking to you for a response, and you quickly glanced away, using your sleeve to wipe the remaining sauce off your mouth. “I...thank...yoooou?” “I’m Eloni. What’s your name, beautiful?”

HHHHHHHHHHHH.

”I...I know, I...” How do words? What is talking? You were definitely malfunctioning and Sunny could practically see the internet explorer loading spinner over your said, so she gave you a gentle nudge. “I-I mean, I know! You’re kind of my favorite member of Ten Ten! I’m Y/N....h-hi.” As you spoke, the unsure smile on his face grew until he was practically beaming down at you. “I am?” Oh god, he was so excited. That was so cute...”Y-Yeah.” You’d even tried writing him fan mail before, but..you were so awkward, and it always sounded awful when you read it back to yourself, so the letters always sound up getting burned instead of mailed. Eloni crouched down slightly so he was more to your level, “Then would you like to take a photo?”

A photo with your favorite celebrity? And it was FREE? No way were you turning that down!

Your own sheepish grin forming, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and Eloni plucked it from your hands. With his free hand, he held your waist and pulled you closer, so your cheeks pressed together while he took the photo. He was really warm, which made sense because...robot.

Don’t pass out, don’t pass out, don’t pass out. Fainting during a time like this is SO not cool!

Grinning, he let you go, messed with your phone, and then handed it back to you with a wink. “Thanks for the honor, baby. I hope you grace me with your presence again soon~” HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. You could only manage to nod before he walked away, you

face feeling like it was on fire. The boy band packed up their things, climbed into their limo, and drove off. You just stood there, your brain fried as Sunny glanced over your shoulder at your phone.

“Hey, so, he just gave you his phone number.”

[gogosingularity]

BTS Tarot. 03

PSA. I wrapped this post while watching 'In The Soop' Season 2 Episode 1. In case you are interested.

I am back. To talk about bts tarot. Again.

As always, I’ll say this again:

It’s tumblr anyway.

But I also concern for those who take it seriously. ‘Seriously’ as in you take it for yourself, never get to tell anyone about it, believe what you just read, and whatever you just finished reading keep roaming inside your head to the point you no longer have passion to continue your life well. This is for the people who believe they are their idol’s soulmate, future spouse.. what else? etc. If they’re blindly into this, they can’t reach this post either.

This will be the last time I write about bts tarot unless I have a comprehensive one.

I think the Mrs.Jeon and Mrs.Tae posts on yt and tumblr have died months ago. At least there’s no post about it anymore now. And I wonder if people who read these already get over it? The first time I got it on yt recommendation, I want to read more and more. ‘More’ as in reading various sources. THERE’S THIS THING WHERE PEOPLE USE TAROT TO READ IDOL? I thought. I keep finding and reading new and old posts about it to this day. It is intriguing. But I can’t deny the first time I found them through yt, it’s overwhelming. Tbh when I found the terrible readings, really they are. I am concerned for them, for idol, and for myself.

WHY THE HELL DID I READ THIS? I thought.

In S.Korea, fortune-telling practice is common. It’s been portrayed in kdrama and kmovies many times, just to give the audience outlook that it’s common. Tarot reading, palm reading, face reading, saju. Korean visit them between December and February to see what’s for them in the new solar and lunar years. They provide their service at the shopping street, park, cafe, booth. For the overview, you can read it here.

I imagine when the idols find these kind of thing on internet, they’re like: Yep. Let’s not read this. I already know where’s this going. Being read without consent is not pleasant. They use internet too, do not ignore that! And the algorithm will eventually bring us together, fellas.

The internet connection is the only real connection between you and your idol.

I just felt the need to say that. Hhhhh..

Also, why Mrs.Jeon for Jungkook and Mrs.Tae for Taehyung? Why not Mrs.Kim? hhhhh..

Some people mistaken ‘bts smut’ in bts tarot as true love. Ideal love. Life is bigger than that and everyone can make the good and healthy decision for their life. Regardless how you consider your birth chart as undesirable. Everyone has the option. If you have the option to take the reading personally, you also have the option to forget it, move on, live a better and healthier life.

Personally, sometimes I get carried away when the reading is so beautiful. This applied for the older posts because I can’t find the good one recently. Even so, take it as a grain of salt (as one of the reader already stated in each of their post).

If you need suggestion on how to treat this situation, you can read this article which consisted of 6 suggestion to foster a healthy relationship with social media as a kpop fan. They highlighted :

1. Allocate time for using social media

2. Identify your purpose for going online

3. Personalize your feed

4. Fact check

5. Disabling the bell

6. Reaching out

Currently bts is my ultimate as if it’s not obvious enough from my header. I haven’t paid attention to each kpop group that ever exist in S.Korea, but, bts, nct, and svt serve the most various content in this era.. I think. I personalized my feed already. Ever since I started reading articles about bts and kpop, all of the suggested content always about them. They blocked the local, national, international news feed. Even before I get into this rabbit hole, I already find them everywhere.

Again, it’s not the soul connection between you and your idol. It’s the internet connection. It's algorithm. Through google. It’s not related, I know, I just have to bring this up again!

This reminded me of taehyung’s: it’s not passion in our eyes, it’s eyeliner.

Then, fact check is a must. Critical thinking skills really necessary. If you’re still at school, exercising is also beneficial for your academic, and future. I think so.

I also reach out to my friend sometimes. My friends are into kpop longer than me and we discuss many things about kpop. The good, the bad, the balanced way to take kpop as a human.

If there’s one more point I’d like to suggest is:

Kpop is just an entertainment. If it contributes to your real life, fine, but still be wary. If it destructs you slowly, reach out. Hopefully that didn’t sound so strong for you, but I mean it.

..because this parasocial relationship truly can be as complex as life itself.

I think that’s it for the audience who read bts tarot, who consider themselves as bts fan or kpop fan.

Here’s for people who are here as the reader and a little bit for the audience. As even the readers are also the audience.

Basically there are various type of tarot reader here. It’s like genre in movies. Few of them are terrible movies. Though I have preferred blog, still I read most of it.

I think there are tumblr users who are not familiar with each reader. They may not be aware of the differences. Bts tarot and kpop tarot are on internet for years now and it’s still attracting new muggles every season. So, dear reader, forgive the annoying one. Hhhhh..

Every reader provide different FAQ, disclaimer, the dos and the don’ts for the ask. I don’t know their reasons personally, but I think it’s to prevent audience mistake their intention.

I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like that two spider-man meet each other meme.

My guide told me that.

No.

Hhhhh..

When you (reader) and you (tumblr user/anon) interact, you guys also creating your own parasocial relationship. And if you need suggestion about how to manage it for your wellbeing, back to the 6 points I have mentioned above. You can also do further research about it if necessary.

I think it's enough to cover most of my thoughts about bts tarot and how to handle this as an issue.

[holyguardian]

♡ 👀👀

MEME → Ship meme.

Who is the most affectionate? Hhhhh. Aerith! She's more openly affectionate, though Vergil in all his time knowing her has been incredibly soft which I don't think even he realises. He holds a lot of people to a certain standard... and then there's Aerith, getting away with so much stuff, he has a limit of course but she can greatly overstep the line and barely get chastised.

Who initiates the handholding? Aerith does. If Vergil reaches out to hold her hand it's the kinder version of a leash to keep her close and out of fucking trouble swear on Sparda.

Who worries more for the other? 8D aha. Vergil does, naturally. He isn't so much a 'worrier', it's not in his nature, and while he does attempt to place his trust in Aerith to not be reckless and live her second-chance at life like she is mortal... HE FUCKING WORRIES. He made a mistake taking on a role as her protector because this woman is either running headfirst into danger or she's tripping into it.

Who is more likely to ask for help? On the bright side, Aerith clearly knows when to ask for help. Had she not she honestly wouldn't have survived this long. It's extremely rare and a privilege for Vergil to ever ask for anything.

Who is the one always losing the keys? Aerith is. Guarantee she's been locked out of Devil May Cry before and he's found her curled up like some sad lump sitting on the steps outside because no one was there to let her in AND she locked the keys for her truck inside said truck along with her phone so she just had to wait.

Who leaves little love notes for the other? This one is difficult! Vergil reads quite a lot of classical literature and he's definitely well-learned in classical dances like the waltz which does make me believe he has quite the potential for romantic gestures, though in the same breath he doesn't have time to waste on anything frivolous. You can fight me on this one, but I think it's Aerith whose the one writing the love notes and Vergil is occasionally guiding her into a slow dance around the kitchen / shop / their rooms.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Squints into another realm. I feel it in my BONES that I have answered this. In fact, I think I did, in a random headcanons prompt. It's Vergil. He's more at ease hearing her footsteps pacing around at night because it means she's inside and safe, it's when he hears the chime of the shop door that sleep is truly lost on him because he hates 1. how she walks outside at night and 2. not knowing where she has gone.

Who is more likely to propose to the other? Vergil is. This is another case of Aerith could happily live out her life with him and never be concerned about marriage, the piece of paper means little and the strength of their relationship is far more important. Though the thought of him stressed because in battle he lost the ring she gave him is chef's kiss because it would show how much he cares about their bond.

Who introduced the other to their family first? ... well. Vergil, surprisingly, and that's because she doesn't have a family anymore. This feels like a question where it should be Aerith who wins considering how guarded he can be but they get no choice here.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? How many questions in a row am I going to answer Vergil, go! He's starting to open up to her more and I can honestly see him with a book in one hand and his other tangled in her curls and winding them around his finger etc etc.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? 8D Vergil does. He even goes out of his way to shop at the farmers market for fresh produce, and while he has suckered Aerith into contributing more when it comes to cooking meals for the collective DMC family, he still takes on the larger portion of that work in an effort to keep everyone healthy and reduce the sheer amount of pizza intake.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? No, you know what, I'm stealing this one. He may be her protector but just watch Aerith launch to his defense. Sure, he doesn't need it, he could silence most people with a mere look and yet the small pink-clad thorn in his side will leap to tear shreds into anyone speaking badly about him.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? ... Aerith? Massive question mark on this one. Vergil feels like the kind of man who will come home with a gift because he saw something and thought of her in that moment, whereas Aerith would want to really impress him. He's impressed when she can do the dishes and not almost wrap her hand around the kitchen knives, but SHE thinks he has extremely high standards. He speaks well, dresses well, all of his hobbies are ✨fancy✨ so she will very carefully prepare surprises for him because she wants it to actually mean something.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Aerith. Can you imagine Vergil initiating a pinky promise? She would think he was teasing her or that she had just discovered a malfunctioning clone of his. Hell, she would try to make him pinky promise something and have to FORCE her pinky on his because he wouldn't be having any of it.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Awww. This time it's Vergil. Cannot imagine he often falls asleep anywhere but his own space, and the couch is in a very common area. Aerith, the rare times she drifts off like that, is either very exhausted from working or she's unwell, which adds more sweetness to the gesture of covering her with a blanket.

[bigtittydemonwife]

Headcanons for laughing jack, jane, jeff, ej and toby meeting their soulmate and starting a relation ship with their soulmate? With either "the first words they tell you are on your wrist" or "a timer counts down until you meet them" trope -tea anon

I’m a slut for soulmate aus, I went with the word one I hope you don’t mind

Laughing Jack 

“I like your style” the words were as clear as day on his wrist, when he asked Issac about it Issac happily told him

When he realised what it meant he was sh o o k

imaginary friend/demon clowns can have soulmates?

Apparently 

meanwhile you can’t wait to meet your soulmate so you can sock them in the face 

“thanks doll-face....wait...bloody hell!”

it was an odd one, took up most of your wrist to, at least it wasn’t casual

you both lived your life until you became a proxy of Slenderman, you were walking around the mansion trying to meet other people, when you walked into the kitchen there stood a 7′3 clown with no colour, you started at him for a while until he turned around and saw you 

“I like your style” 

The moment it left your mouth you panicked, was this your soulmate?

“thanks doll-face....wait...bloody hell!“

You choked on the drink you were drinking. 

How they start a relationship

you realise quickly that a relationship with LJ isn’t what you’d see as a normal relationship by far  

Hes a murderous clown and the only human emotion he’s ever felt in the longest time has been rage

its confusing for both of you

he doesn’t really show you love at first

because he thinks, you’re his soulmate, you can’t leave him

but then he hears that another creeps soulmate ran away from them and married someone else so they had to kill them 

then he gets scared

like really scared

he doesn’t show affection like normal people do

at first its tiny things, like tiny touches that linger a little longer, small gifts left outside your room (things like unpoisoned candy and trinkets)

the longer your there the more he gets used to the idea of having someone there for him again

He gives affection like a cat, headbutting and lies on you at the worst times 

It’s like that guy and his cat Cooter on tiktok 

He gives the bestest hugs honestly

And he will carry you everywhere even if you don’t need it 

Jane The Killer

“You’re....really pretty”

She loves her words, they’re so sweet 

She’s honestly excited to meet her soulmate

yes nervous, but excited, she wants to have someone to love her and someone to love

After the garbageman incident she gets even more anxious, 

what if you don’t love her?

what of you think she’s ugly?

but she remembers her words and her love grows

whenever she gets nervous she rubs her fingers over the words

once she meets you you’re just chilling on the couch with Ben playing games when she sits down next to you

“You must be new here”

You have a mini gay/straight panic attack

“you’re....really pretty”

Jane has a mini heart attack to

before shes over the moon

How she starts a relationship

Shes a little scared, but she wants to start to get to know you

its no surprise she falls in love

shes not used to loving someone as much as she loves you

it does scare her at times

the thought that you could be injured keeps her up at night

yes you both cannot die as proxies, but she knows what its like to go though immense pain and not die

and trust me sometimes she wishes for the latter

but she will learn that fear needs to be controlled, it cannot control you

(also she sees you Batista bomb Jeff and she falls even more in love)

she will cuddle you a lot

affection is a must

if Jeff tries anything she will absolutely demolish him

she finds it hard to show you love sometimes because shes scared of losing you 

she loves to take naps with you  

she will pamper you endlessly 

Jeff

“suck my dick joker wannabe”

He hated his words, for most of his life he had no idea why his soulmate was calling him that

until the incident happened

One day he crawls though someones window ready to kill them but gets a show thrown at him 

“Suck my dick joker wannabe”

He laughs so hard honestly 

he decided not to kill you and instead kidnap you

so yay Stockholm syndrome 

(sorry but this man is not mentally stable so you’d have to be insane if you think any of his relationships are healthy)

How he stared a relationship

God good luck to you

that’s all I could really type 

yeah basically he kidnapped you

A relationship with him is a rollercoster

He acts like the world revolves around him 

He actually likes napping with you and holding you but he never lets you know

he whispers his secrets and how he actually feels to you when you are asleep 

yes he does love you

its shocking he can have soft moments with you, but they’re either very short or very disguised 

come on, its Jeff, 

So if you like emotionally constipated men who only show their love by fucking, degradation and not murdering you then welcome to the life of Jeff’s soulmate

Eyeless Jack

“...you look...majestic”

His words always confused him, how could someone think he was beautiful? He never believed the possibility of something like him having a soulmate

When he’s crawling into someones house looking for some food, before he can cut them open they wake up and imminently start thrashing

they knock him and themselves off the bed 

He raises his hand to stab them and they knock his mask off, he’s shook and they’re both still. black tar slips out of his eyes and onto their face

“...you look...majestic”

He feels like his heart is gonna pop out of his chest

he puts one hand on your cheek and manages to raspily whisper

“Soulmate?”

Yeah not the person you expected to be universally bonded to, but you’re not in any ways disappointed (If you’re a monster fucker then 1: welcome to the club and 2: you are the luckiest mf alive)

How he starts a relationship

emotionally stunted he is

it takes aggggeeess for him to realise that soulmate=lover

then he gets nervous

he will avoid you for a while

leaving you wondering

he doesn’t feel like he deserves love, that he deserves a soulmate, that he deserves you. 

but he begins to realise the more he leaves you alone the longer you don’t have a soulmate

he believes the fates got it wrong

once again it’ll take a while for him to come back

when he does, don’t make a big deal about it, hug him, tell him you’re glad to see him again and act casual

once he finally starts to realise ‘oh shit maybe I do deserve this’

(yeah no shit)

expect a lot of affection. Not in public though

in private you get all the cuddles you want

hes a big spoon, he likes to wrap you in his arms. it makes him feel like he’s keeping you safe 

Ticci Toby

“Cool goggles”

His words confused him to no end

Once he donned goggles he started to think that he didn’t have a soulmate

Or maybe that they had died before he met him

When he finally the new proxy he didn’t see them as anything to special until they looked at him, smiled and said

“I like your goggles”

He nearly dies

Then he panics

He’s like ‘hhhhh....soulmate....me?’

When he can finally form sentences

“Fuck”

You couldn’t help but laugh

“You are aware how I’ve spend my whole life with that on my wrist?”

How they start a relationship

He wants to start one straight away

He can’t wait to get to know his soulmate

He’ll fall in love pretty quickly to be honest

All the fucking affection is given once you start

He treats you like a queen like he couldn’t do anything without you

Because to be honest he has trouble

You two have to sleep together even if it ain’t sexual he just wants to be near you

[lutbys]

Christmas Party

Day 1 of Christmas at Hogwarts:

1st – You and Draco are sworn enemies. Always have, always will. But an evening spent decorating the Slytherin common room has got you both rethinking your choices.

a/n: MY DUMB ASS! I woke up this morning to no notifications for day one and i was lowkey sad bc I thought no one like it but when I checked again, I POSTED IT PRIVATELY UGHHGUGG *biggest facepalm of the century. No, at this point I've smashed my head against the wall* So I guess its on the 2nd of December then hHHHH I’m truly sorry for my dumbmity.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin reader

“You want me to do this all by myself!” you gawked at the boxes upon boxes of Christmas decorations Pansy dug up for tonight. “And how do you expect this to look good?”

“That’s where you come in silly! I’ve seen your decorating skills back home and its impressive. That’s why you’re our party decorator” Pansy replied, gleaming at the shiny tinsel and the mountain of fairy lights. Who knew there was enough space in this dungeon to store such cheerful items?

“But I didn’t agree to this stupid party in the first place!”

“Typical of y/n to back out at the last minute. What next? You didn’t plan on getting married so why host a wedding?” you hear Draco scoff as he descended down the stairs that lead to the dorms, his arms tucked into each other and his face disgruntled just like how he would every time he caught sight of you.

“Shut it Malfoy. I don’t see you being of much help either.” To that he only scoffed and turned his back to join in on a conversation with Blaise.

It wasn’t rocket science for anybody to realize you and Draco were never on the same page. Its been like this since the first year, from the awful hair pulling to sabotaging each other’s cauldrons during potions class. You never knew why but when you first caught sight of the boy, you’d knew you’d hate him.

“Now that the venue is all settled, Nott, Zabini and I are going to Hogsmeade for the snacks. Draco you coming?” Pansy ticked off errands from her endless to do list, her eyes racking through the list multiple times like the perfectionist she is.

“Waste my time walking around? No thank you.”

“Then its settled, Draco you can help y/n doll this place up. The faster, the better.” Before he could utter an excuse, the busy girl had pushed the two other boys away and exited the common room.

You stood in awe at the situation your best friend put you in. The two of you stood dumbfoundedly among the boxes as you raked your brain on how you were going to turn this musty dungeon into a welcoming hall.

“I suggest we throw all this shit out and call it a day.” Draco grunted, kicking a box of ornaments till it toppled and you watched as three glittery green globes fall and break into little pieces. “Unlike you, I actually have important things to do.”

“Like what? Being a git? Who do you think is going to clean that up Draco?” You bit back, pointing to the scatter of broken glass that once used to be delicate trinkets. 

“you know what? I’ve had enough of you for today. I’m going to decorate this part of the room” You gestured your hands around the fireplace “And you can decorate all the way over there”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Draco agreed and moved over to the tables along with his pick of decorative items.

-

You’ve been staring at the fireplace for longer than you wished but your mind is blank. Completely blank. And you dreaded to turn and see how much Draco has done because all you’ve been hearing for the past half hour are the crinkles of the tinsel and his frustrated moans whenever the wrapping paper didn’t fold the way he wanted it to.

Your eyes shifted from box to box as you tried to come up with something creative. Sure, your living room back at home would look extravagant to guests but that was all mom’s doing, all you had to do was help put them up. 

-

It was the absence of the gold chain that once perched itself on top of the dodgy Santa stuffy that caught your attention.

I swear I saw it a moment ago

You were also wondering why the gold star for the tree was missing too! After rummaging through the countless number of boxes, there was only one other person you could think of to have stolen it.

“Oi Malfoy! Next time you take something from my side, ask!” You rolled your eyes at his obliviousness.

“Why would I want things from your side? Mine looks better to begin with.” “Then where did the star for the Christmas tree go?” your confusion grew as he mirrored your expression. What is happening?

Just then, you caught sight of a little dark grey blob running across the room, its little feet making little to no noise against the carpeted floors. You and Draco turned to each other with wide eyes, Care of Magical Creatures taught you well enough to identify it as a Niffler, the little rodent who steals.

“What the hell are we going to do?” you whisper-shouted, eyeing the single seated sofa you last saw it run by.

“Its your problem y/l/n. I’m not touching that thing.” 

“Don’t be daft Malfoy, if we don’t catch it, your stupid watch will be next!” Draco scoffed at your exaggeration, but his reaction quickly dimmed as he fingered his wrist at where his fathers watch used to be.

“My watch! You jinxed it you little minx.” 

“See! If we don’t catch it now who knows what will be nex- Hey!” you watched the sly critter reach out for the string of tinsel on the floor, barely grabbing hold before going back into hiding.

Your feet worked faster than your brain as you lurched towards the sofa, trying to grab hold of its little tail but to no avail, it was faster. “Draco look out! He’s coming your way!” 

Before it could dodge the white-haired boy, Draco had caught it swiftly. The poor creature tried to wriggle himself to escape, but Draco’s grip was stronger. “Hagrid’s right. It does feel funny.” His face grimaced at the sight of the thing, its flat beak and teeny arms was not sitting right for him.

“From what I remember, all you have to do is hold it by its hind legs and shake it.” You watched him follow your instructions and everything instantly fell out of its pocket. From coins to a small piece of confetti, it rained gold. You laughed in bewilderment at the sight in front of you. Sure, you’ve learned anything and everything about these magical creatures but having the opportunity to see one in real life was quite a scene to remember. It seemed Draco too was amused with the sight.

“What a cheeky little rat! Look at all he’s stolen.” Draco said after trapping the Niffler in a nearby crate. “I don’t think this is the only house he visited.” He held out a gold Gryffindor badge that once belonged to a prefect.

“That was pretty impressive. Never seen one in my life!” your hand raked through the lost knick-knacks like it was a treasure chest. “I’m going to put this back, Pansy should be back anytime now and I know she’d freak if she came back to this mess.”

Draco too took the liberty of scooping from the pile and just then, your hands touched. You couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline of having seen a Niffler or never have had contact with Draco, but it felt different. Almost, nice. 

It was when you looked up when you realized how close you both were to each other, close enough that your breaths mingled, close enough that if your lips were to touch-

“We’re back and we’re ready for the biggest party yet!” Pansy excitement boomed from the picture frame they entered through; her hands filled with bags from Honeydukes. 

Like acid being poured over, you both pulled away instantaneously. “What the hell happened in here!” The once happy girl’s smile went agape when she saw the mess beyond her. The chairs were toppled, the lights that were supposed to be on the walls were scattered on the floor, and a suspicious looking crate was moving on its own.

“We had a bit of a Niffler situation” you scratched the back of your neck guiltily, you had failed the one task you were given, and miserably at that. “But it’s okay! I promise you I will fix all of it.” Your words seemed to encourage her, knowing her trust on you was strong.

“You have an hour and an HOUR only.”

-

“The most memorable party of the year!”

“This beats Gryffindor’s for sure” 

You rolled your eyes at the cocky compliments thrown around, knowing well enough it all came from your group of friends. You didn’t know how, but you miraculously made this place lively with the time given. Having your friends entertain you whilst at it added bonus points. Now, you awed at how the lights made the room glow and the green, black and white banners hung proudly by the fireplace.

But one thing kept running through your mind as the party went on in full swing.

Draco.

You couldn’t get this afternoons incident out of your head. You never noticed how his eyes were so mesmerizing and his scent so intoxicating that you would have all your clothes doused to smell like it. 

And he couldn’t get you out of his head too.

Draco stood lonely near the staircases, having no mood to mingle as he was knackered from the days events. But it was also an excuse to think over things when it came to you. He rewinded the scene over and over again, wondering what would happen it the moment never stopped, if Pansy wouldn’t have opened her loud mouth and disturbed them.

You both parted -quickly at that- as soon as the group came back, not daring to look into each others eyes for the rest of the evening.

But here you were, searching through the crowds for the one pair of eyes that had made your heart stop.

And you found them.

Staring straight back.

[kpoptionate]

stray kids ⇾ you walk home in the rain

[masterlist in bio] 14 june 2019 a/n: does the tumblr!stay community even remember me ? my notes have been dropping lmfaooo hopefully i don’t flop

woojin ♡

disappointed that you didn’t call him or get a ride or even stay in a building until the rain let up

but he won’t say anything about that other than how you need to pay more attention to your health because that stuff’ll get you sick

while you take the bath he ran for you, he’s in the kitchen cooking you something because you’re probably exhausted

and you can bet your entire ass he’s feeding it to you himself

chris ♡

v similar to woojin but he definitely gives you a Nice Talk about doing stupid shit like walking in the freaking rain

also draws you a bath but washes your hair and body for you

and when you’re done he’ll dry you off and put on lotion and anything else you need. just takes care of you

cuddles under the blanket to keep you warm ? what makes you think that wouldn’t happen

minho ♡

what in the actual hell were you thinking bro

mumbles under his breath how careless you are and how you don’t take care of yourself and yadda yadda yadda

aGGRESSIVELY grabs you a towel and fresh clothes

you’re probably better off not saying much cs he’s v sassy rn but just know it’s out of love

bc “you need to learn how to be more responsible bc he can’t always be there if something happens” idfhjdksh :’)

changbin ♡

jfk it’s like he always has to keep an eye on you

he’s not complaining tho,,,,,,he likes being the Boyfriend and this gives him the opportunity to do so

sooooooooo cuddles n kithes n cookies n shit just like everybody else cs i’m an uncreative bitch

doesn’t rly do much else,,,,,,,,just shows you lots of love but i mean when does he not

hyunjin ♡

v worried that you’re gonna get sick

as soon as you walk in the door he’s grabbing you a towel and pushing you into the bathroom to take a warm shower

and when you come out he’s dragging you to the couch to cuddle and feed and take care of you “bc cLEARLY you can’t do it yourself”

doesn’t trust you to go outside by yourself for like the next week

can tumblr pls give me new gifs pls i’ve been picking from the same ones since august

jisung ♡

babe wHAT DID YOU DO

so so so so concerned and worried

immediately gets you everything you want and need also overanalyzes the situation but it’s just bc he cares :’)

frantically running around getting you shit because “i need to do it before you get sick” like it works in five minutes but you don’t say anything bc it’s freaking cUTE bruh

and when you do get sick,,,,,,does n o t leave your side

felix ♡

highkey pissed you didn’t check the weather and bring an umbrella or at the very least call him to pick you up

and even more upset when you say you didn’t want to bother him

very concerned for your health regardless but bites his tongue to keep from lashing out and lecturing you

if you get sick he’ll be mega mega fucking fuming dsJSDKHFAJKSDF

but will take care of you nonetheless because your safety (health ??) is his top priority

do you know how hARD it is to find not happy felix

seungmin ♡

w-why would you do that :(

you literally worry him to death, hope you know that

lowkey upset bc you could have gotten sick or hurt or hit by a car bc driving is dangerous in bad weather and—

other than running you a bath, doesn’t rly do anything

but deffo lets you know that if you do that again he’s chaining your legs to the chair so you can’t go anywhere else

jkjk but fr he’ll actually be pissed if you do it again so like don’t thx

jeongin ♡

after you dry off and change he takes his blanket and wraps it around both of you

wobbling to the couch and flopping on it with you squished up against him :’)

smothers lies on top of you to keep you warm but you both end up overheating so he has to pull away hhhhh

v v playful, wrestles you off the couch and ruffles his fingers in your hair

also says things like “it’s gonna b ok i’ll make u feel better” in a baby voice,,,,,,,,,don’t ask me why

[currentlyreadingmanga]

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun Chapter 21: The Tea Party (Part 1)

Previously: we went on a very stressful and very emotional trip. We finally learned Hanako’s brother’s name: Tsukasa and he continued to unsettled me like he does every single time he appears. Mitsuba actually passed away, this time for good, it seemed and it made me tear up a bit ngl. After that, the chapter decided I hadn’t suffered enough so it punched me while I was down and showed us how Hanako feels about the existence of the dead as ghosts in general and how that reflects in his own sense of self. We also got another glimpse of the mermaid and she said some real ominous shit :)))) if anything happens to Nene istg :)))))) Sigh And last but not least, Natsuhiko went to see Nene at her classroom and I’m,,,,concerned,,,,

Now onto the next chapter!

Personal update for the 50 (holy shit?) of you that still follow this blog: Well…..hi there, it’s been a while ^^;; Looking back on it, quarantine really hit me like a bag of bricks and burned me out. It’s not the first time that has happened, and what it means to me is that I just can’t bring myself to consume new content; I might have loved it so far but my brain is like “nope, we’re not doing that today” and well, this time it happened for almost two months. Also, one of my cats went missing for a little over a week (he’s home now, thankfully) and that just added to the general distress I was feeling. But over the last week I actually wrote small fics for another fandom and it finally pushed me back into a creative state, so I went back to re-read the last couple of recaps I did for JSHK and it made me realise that I miss my babies and I really want to know where the story goes, so here I am c:

Ohhhh that’s right, we’re starting a new volume with this chapter! Our main trio is front and center and judging by the colorful pastries and the tea, it is a reference to the tea party that was alluded to in the preview of the last chapter. Also, I see the ropes are back again, but this time Kou also has some around him! Nene and Hanako seem to be tied together with pink, blue and yellow ropes, Nene and Kou seem to be tied together with an orange rope and both Hanako and Kou seem to have another rope each that it’s not connected to neither Nene nor each other. Hanako’s is red and considering the way in which we’ve seen him tied up before, I would guess this represents his connection to Tsukasa. Kou’s is pink and considering everything that just happened, could his rope represent his connection with Mitsuba? Like, I know he’s dead dead now and their actual friendship was short-lived but I would also like to think that even though he’s gone, his memory will live forever with Kou, hence the rope. But I’m speculating and I already went on a long enough tangent for the cover page so let’s move on.

The next color page has the main trio again as the central focus in what seems to be the inside of a place that has a clockwork-like mechanism. On the corners of the page we have who I assume will be important character during the following arc(s): Aoi, Akane, Yamabuki and Teru (the latter one worries me slightly ngl). 

Ohhhh okay, the content page says that one of the arcs is called “the three clock keepers” so the art on that page now makes more sense.

……….I really don’t trust him hhhhh please be careful, Nene, please don’t let your weakness for pretty boys cloud your judgement.

Ohhh it could be because of Nene’s dress and the bunny ears (and the twins) but the title page gives me strong Alice in Wonderland vibes. It’s a cute picture but Tsukasa is there and Nene is tearing up so I’m,,,concerned 

Okay so Nene followed Natsuhiko outside and 

Are you reciting her your dating profile or something? also “call me Natsuhiko-senpai ♡” omfg he’s one of those, huh? Like, it could all be an act but he’s looking less and less threatening by the minute lol

Nene, bless her, has the common sense of asking him why he wanted to talk to her all of the sudden and he says it’s because “someone wants to meet her”. Gee, I wonder who that could be :)))))

…………….oh, oh no. Nene, sweetie, I need you to run and to run fast because this boy is up to no good and you’re not gonna  like what’s gonna happen. (Edit note: also this brings up a question: how did the chaotic trio know that Nene turns into a fish when she touches water? Like, I know they had been keeping tracks on her and Hanako for some time, so maybe they found out that way? Oh, maybe they use the Mokke? Because the Mokke were there in Yako’s boundary when Hanako pushed Nene down the waterfall)

Hhhhhhh and to the surprise of no one, there’s Tsukasa here to make Nene’s day more difficult.

asdasgdjash please do not make my daughter share the same fate as the puffer fish, she doesn’t deserve it (ﾟдﾟ；) (ﾟдﾟ；)

Nene fainted (can’t say I blame her jfc) and now she’s waking up in what seems to be the tea party and the floor is wet! so she thinks she could be on another boundary. Interesting, I wonder which number would this one be? Because the boundaries are assigned to the seven mysteries, right? So one of them should be in control of this place. Could Tsukasa be in control of this one? But that wouldn’t make much sense because he managed to get his “physical” form only recently, right? However, Hanako also spoke of a traitor that was changing rumors and we know that these three are responsible, so if they’re not the owners of the boundary maybe they somehow managed to manipulate the mystery that does control it? Oooor it could also be that there’s another boundary that managed to go under the radar and in turn the other mysteries don’t know about it.

sjdgjjasd she’s so done with them lol I know I call them the chaotic trio but it’s really the chaotic duo + Sakura. I’m so curious about how this whole *gestures wildly towards them* arrangement came to be.

Ohhhh this great! So Sakura got everything under control and from her introduction to Nene we now know that she’s a third year and we have confirmation that she became Tsukasa’s assistant in the same way that Nene did, in exchange for a wish. B U T, again, that brings up even more questions because Tsukasa said that while Amane granted the wishes of the living, he granted the wishes of the dead. So like (⚆.⚆) what’s up with that?? Is she an exception? Is she dead? Another supernatural? Or, maybe, even though it should be impossible considering what we know so far, could her wish have something to do with her being ‘alive’ in the school right now? Mhmmmm…...suspicious.

Okay but like, I actually really want to know how he fits in all of this because okay, Sakura and Tsukasa are linked together by the wish she made, but why is Natsuhiko here? Who is he? How did he end up working with these two?  He seems silly and completely whipped for Sakura, so maybe they knew each other before she made her “contract” with Tsukasa?  Hhhhh idk let’s keep reading.

Sakura says that she wanted to meet Nene because they’re in similar positions and she thought they could be good friends. And like, that’s a fair point…...but I don’t trust like that, no sir. Even if she didn’t want the boys to be so rough when they brought Nene here, the fact remains that they still kidnapped her so if this was just a friendly meeting, why would they need to do it in such a convoluted way?

Okay good, Nene is suspicious because of their methods and the amount of knowledge they have about her.

………………...sigh, I shouldn’t be surprised but bby no please don’t trust them so easily. She’s venting to Sakura about Hanako’s unpredictable behaviour and Sakura says that she can empathize with most of her struggles while Tsukasa is sitting on top of her shoulders and wrapping his arms and legs around here…...I can definitely see why she said he was cat-like because my cats do things like that when I’m sit down to write at my desk. But again, I know he’s technically a kid but I really need him to stop acting so cute because it unsettles me a lot.

Even he can see the romantic chemistry between those two. Well, thinking about it, that’s probably why they dragged her here, because she’s important to Hanako.

(;;⚆.⚆) NOPE, no, no thank you, I need you to back tf up please jfc

Nene snaps out of it and realizes that she let herself be drawn in by girl talk. She thankfully knows it was a stupid thing to do but she was just relieved and happy to have found someone who seems to understand what she’s going through, so I’ll cut her some slack. And she mentions that they don’t look like bad people but like I did, if they had innocent intentions, they wouldn’t have had to bring her by force.

………………...I feel like I’ve mentioned this before but I really hate it when either of them does this fucking face, it’s so creepy >n< also, Nene, sweetie, once again I’m asking you to run, run far and don’t look back because that look doesn’t spell anything good, especially paired with Sakura’s scared/resinged look (which makes me think that maybe her own intentions had been more innocent that I had originally given her credit for)

Hmmm. This is concerning; like, yes, Nene has to help Hanako with whatever he needs as his assistant as part of their deal and he does threaten to turn her into a fish when she pouts but I never got the feeling that it was malicious. On the other hand, Sakura’s wording (especially calling Tsukasa “Master” and saying she “can’t” disobey) and the look Tsukasa gave her make it seem like her punishment for not following his orders would be much more severe. hhhhh I really don’t like where this is going

Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)  WHAT THE HELL THIS THAT THING WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK OH MY GO D

“We’re gonna have you disappear now” okay so, yeah, he’s doing this specifically to upset his brother. the room is fucking sinking though and omfg what even is this room?? is it really a boundary? Since this happened at this very moment, it looks like they do control it so my questions from before remain, the biggest one being “how”. Also I’ve just noticed that the eyes all over the place are very similar to the ones in the broadcasting room and now this tells me that those weren’t an artistic choice and that is terrifying.

…………………..excuse me, w h a t??? why? hello??? “she’s like this sometimes” ????? Sakura what???? I have….so many questions, the main one being why do you let her treat you like this??

……………………………………...oh…..y’know, I hate the term simp with a passion because I feel like it’s been memed to death but wow.

Hhhhhhhh it looks like she can’t stop sinking and that (and the fucking eyes) tell me that this is not normal water (since she would have turned into a fish already). She’s yelling out for Hanako and that’s how the chapter ends. I’m still :)))))) concerned :))))))))

[huangsilks]

let your walls down for me (z.cl)

summary: worries about university, SATs, and moving away weighed heavily like a burden on your shoulders. one thing you knew for sure, though, was that your friendship with him wouldn’t falter, and you found solace in that.

pairing: bestfriend!chenle x reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

a/n: hhHHH this is my first actual fic and i’m not v satisfied djsjdjjfjd but i enjoyed writing it and that’s the thing that matters!! if anyone is reading this rn and wants to be friends: hi! i’m cam! i wanna make more friends 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻

“you look like actual shit.” bestfriend!chenle snickers at you, a cheeky grin adorning his features as he pays close attention to the messy side bangs that fell into your face and uniform tie that was thrown on lopsidedly. you roll your eyes as he meets you on the sidewalk in front of your house, the same sidewalk you two had met each morning since second grade. chenle reaches out his hand and brushes your fallen locks behind your ears, chuckling at your irritated expression as you swat his hand away.

“well maybe if someone didn’t keep me up all night playing pubg, i would’ve woken up to my alarm.” you playfully side-eye him, knowing full well that your disheveled state was upon his insistence. flashbacks rang in your head from the night prior, a full seven hours of your life spent gaming that you’d never get back. considering you two would be uni students in just the next year, your sleep schedule was horrendous.

“we need to get more sleep than we do. you know that sleep deprivation is bad for adolescent brain development?” you nag.

“okay, okay. mom.” chenle disregards your light scolding, draping his arm over your shoulders nonchalantly. chenle was naturally a touchy person, even when you guys were little, so you were used to everything at this point— the hand-holding, the back-hugging, the general invasion of space when it came to him. admittedly, you weren’t the biggest fan of skinship, but zhong chenle was always an exception. he did it so often that people thought you two dated (not that you minded).

“your brain is so underdeveloped because you never sleep.” you tease, and he immediately feigns an overdramatic look of hurt, pushing you away from him. you beamed at his comical response. his orange locks radiated in the early morning light, and the up-turned corners of his lips stretch into a shit-eating grin.

“say that to me the next time you ask for calculus help, dipshit.” he mocks, and you stand on your tip-toes to ruffle up his hair, messing up the tangerine coloured locks (although he managed to still look good).

chenle sticks his tongue out at you, putting his arm back on your shoulder the way it was before. you were all smiles at his affectionate nature. a comfortable ambience fell over the two of you, as you basked in the undisturbed sunrise and yielded to the peaceful routine of walking to school.

“so have you asked bora to be your prom date, yet?” you inquired your best friend. jang bora was a good friend of yours both since elementary.

“it’s only the first day of senior year, it’s too early to ask her. what about you? find anyone you’d wanna go with?”

“no, not really. maybe i’ll just go alone.” you complained, scratching the back of your head. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, but nobody in particular really caught your eye.

“c’mon, don’t be like that. i know so many guys who would love to be your date, y/n.” chenle leaned in a little closer to whisper in your ears, “and i heard a rumour that park jisung wants to ask you.” he teases you with his gummy grin, a sparkle in his eye meant only for you.

“i don’t think so, chenle.” you shake off his mischievous laughter, holding back a smile of your own. “i think he’s more interested in you than me.” you add subconsciously.

“hey, if it makes you feel any better, you can be my date if bora rejects me. deal?”

“wow, chenle, i just love being your second choice.” you sardonically joke.

it was early autumn, and the typically mediocre scenery of your neighborhood seemed almost picturesque today. the muted orange hues of the fallen leaves perfectly complimented chenle’s bright ginger hair, a byproduct of some mindless bet he lost during summer. you swore that orange hair would look revolting on anyone; but he was zhong chenle, and zhong chenle looked good in everything. you still recalled the self-satisfied cackles chenle made at your widened eyes, because what the hell, chenle? how do you look that good with orange hair?

morning walks with chenle were always a safe haven for you two. all pressures to be considered ‘popular’ or ‘cool’ were reserved for the rest of the day, with other schoolmates and friends, but never with eachother. you liked starting your days off with him, opting to simply enjoy eachother’s presence rather than bombarding eachother with too much talk and mental stimulation at such an early hour. it was in these moments that you two could be at peace with yourselves.

you sigh in contentment at the foreign breeze, recognizing the first sign of autumn. to you, the messy escapades of summer— driving around in chenle’s car during the ungodliest of hours, blasting 80s rock music with the windows down so that the wind would seep into your hair— these events seemed so distant and long-gone. an image of two teenagers huddled haphazardly under a thick blanket, a twitch streamer on the laptop being the only source of light, chewing on shitty leftover pizza as you two struggled to stay awake—these were memories of a hazy dream you’d try so hard to remember. recollections of sandy flip-flops, overly competitive volleyball games, and cloud-watching at the beach, with chenle’s orange head in your lap as he dreamt lazily, airpods in his ears and sunscreen on his nose. these all were snapshots frozen in time. a time that felt lightyears away from the present, a time you’d try so hard to hold onto.

because now, it was the first day of senior year, and everything would be changing. the hustle and bustle of ap classes, sports games, student council, part-time jobs, and the pretense of a social life always kept both you and chenle on your feet. nothing would ever be the same in a few months, as the never-ending questions about university would loom over everyone, the topics of scholarships and SATs and moving away constantly being thrown around. it was all so overwhelming, so burdensome. one thing you knew for sure, though, was that your friendship with chenle wouldn’t falter, and you found solace in that alone.

you were zhong chenle’s best friend since second grade — he was intelligent, charismatic, well-rounded, and widely popular towards the entirety of the school. he assumed the role of student council treasurer, the soccer team’s infamous right midfielder, and subject to much talk amongst the females in your highschool. but with you, he was just zhong chenle, the sweet boy who moved in two doors down from you when you were 9. there was no facade your eyes couldn’t see past.

“hey, y/n?” chenle begins, and you glance up at him next to you, peering through your eyelashes. “can i ask you, like, a serious question?” you nod at your best friend, caught off gaurd by the sudden question.

“does the future ever scare you?” he ponders nervously. you pause in your steps, thinking of the right words to say. chenle looks at his feet, avoiding your eye contact.

“well, whether we like it or not, the future is going to happen, right? and i don’t think there’s any point in fearing the inevitable. the best we can do is try adjust to the changes and enjoy the ride.” you admit, honestly. and if you were anyone else, chenle might’ve laughed at the cheesy answer, might’ve made a joke about how you made everything too serious and tried to lighten the situation. but it was you, and he could trust you with anything.

“but y/n. everything is going to change in a few months. there’s final exams, graduation, and prom. but after that, it’s all just a jumble of ambiguous what-ifs. nothing is assured anymore. i never told you this, but i might have to move away for my soccer scholarship. i’ve never lived away from home and i don’t... i don’t think i can handle it. it’s too much all at once.”

his sudden rant of emotion was laced with anxiety and stress. you instinctively take his larger hand into yours, feeling how shaky and clammy they had become. you knew it took a lot out of him to finally admit those words to you.

“i know how you feel, chenle. but you’re strong. you’ve handled everything life has thrown at you, every single time. you can handle this, too.”

“but— but what if i never come back? the thought of losing everything and everyone scares me, so much.... i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

his anxious words drifted into the autumn wind, ringing through your mind like a mantra. zhong chenle constantly tried so hard to be perceived as perfect and flawless to the whole world, that sometimes it was shocking when he let his walls come down to you. you don’t respond at first, not sure what to say to his vulnerable confession; so you don’t respond immediately, and instead, you took his face into your hands and stared him in the eyes, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. you hold out your arms and wrap them around his taller frame, saying nothing for a few moments. you two were silent during this intimate time. when you pulled back, his surprised eyes were filled with tears.

“i know you, zhong chenle. you will get through this. and plus, i’ll never leave your side. it’s always going to be you and me, ok? wherever you go.” you assure him, beaming optimistically. and you meant every word.

he blinked away the tears and laughed, “thank you, y/n, for being my best friend. thank you for staying with me all these years... i love you.” his words left you taken aback. in all your years of friendship, chenle never told you he loved you. you wiped his tears away with your sleeve and laughed at his sad expression.

“awww, i love you too, you dummy. you know that right? now stop crying, you look like a baby.”

chenle snakes his arms around your waist and pinches your sides, sending a tickle jolting up your body. you slap his forearm as he chortles jubilantly in response.

“ow! nevermind, i take it back. i totally hate you.” you mock.

(you love him. very, very much).

he holds your hand all the way to school, and you know that wherever life brought you two in the following months, despite the anxious discussions on university and scholarships and moving away, zhong chenle would always be yours.

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shiho for the character ask

ANON, YOU GET ME, YOU KNOW ME

favorite thing about them

ight i know we BARELY see shiho because atlus is a punk ass, but all the scraps showing her, she owns my bones. i love how self-aware she is, how she has a pretty firm opinion of herself and the world. like, the canon admission from Ann about how Shiho was the only one to go up to her, other people’s perceptions be damned, just to shittalk Ann’s art? and that’s how they became friends? i am. deceased. Ann’s SL scene when Shiho’s on the rooftop again, facing the past to try to see for herself her own strength and weaknesses... that level of courage and extreme awareness to challenge the self, to face down the location that launched the game’s trajectory, just to see if any of that ‘weakness’ was still there that might hinder her future... i’m... hhhhh

least favorite thing about them

she’s perfect. there’s nothing i don’t like about her. but... if i’m thinking.... her and Ann’s own fears and insecurities hindering themselves from being truthful to one another, and ultimately causing heartbreak and pain instead.... that burns me alive. she didn’t want to worry Ann, she just wanted to be strong, someone Ann could be proud of while facing all of that physical abuse during training...so she just. kept silent. even when to the viewers, we can tell that both girls are lying, that they’re both suffering and it really comes out in obvious ways-- but because they both have a fixed view on each other that’s loving but not honest, was so trapped within their own problems and how they were handling it (WHICH, VALID AS HELL), they...basically isolated themselves, even when their friendship was their whole world

favorite line

i’m basic but tender as hell. her “I love you” line has me ripped open. idgaf if the line was platonic/romantic or whatever-- she said it from the heart, she said it so sure and steadfast, with that smile-- as if it was a simple fact of the universe. the sky is blue, the world revolves around the sun, and “i love you”, are all immutable facts. p5 is a clown game that makes me shriek but suzui shiho is the real phantom thief that stole my heart.

brOTP

as i said in the mishima ask, the shiho/mishima/ryuji jock solidarity dynamic is a dynamic that would make me combust happily. i honestly kinda see shiho being this seemingly neutral faced girl, and it turns out she’s kinda wild af in the sense that, if she’s curious and thinks it’s comedic material, she’s going to try it. Mishima i feel like would play up her whims because she’s persuasive and he’s easily swayed by her words and his own curiosity. ryuji, despite appearances, is the mom friend, and probably comes to scenes where Shiho’s getting Mishima to wrap her up in bubble wrap and then throwing her in a pit of volleyballs for maximum bounce or whatever (”my name is Suzui, and you’re watching jackass” “WILL YOU GUYS QUIT IT”)

i do dream of a akira/shiho dynamic. i think they’re pretty similar people with the same morbid dry sense of humor, but they’re also a bit competitive with one another? constant minor clowning and little petty jabs just to keep things spicy, esp since they’re friends with sunshine blonds where the little dry teasing probably goes over their heads or somethin lmaooo

OTP

Annshiho. i’m not even being subtle, y’all lmao. not even subtle.

nOTP

this i’m not really sure...tho, i don’t really see her with any of the guys, except. maybe akira. maybe. but highly likely in the wlw/mlm solidarity context lmaoo

random headcanon

she’s lactose intolerant. ann eats all these sweets and dairy in front of her, but she’s a supportive gf/friend that will indulge in the treats (i say that, but she would probably look god in the eyes and walk backwards into hell while eating a whole gallon of ice cream, just for the kicks). 

unpopular opinion

i think the popular unpopular opinion is that she should’ve def been a phantom thief lol but.... unpopular opinion... i know i’m guilty as hell of it too, but like, i wish most art of her was just her, and not automatically annshiho. like yes, i LOVE annshiho, but i also really like shiho solo ahhh that’s why the #shihosunday is a freaking gift, ngl

song i associate with them

emo song: “Let Go” by Frou Frou

happy song: “Perfect Love” by LOONa

favorite picture of them

i seriously don’t have any pictures on hand atm for anything dkjalja but def her smile when she says “I love you”. it’s sweet and hopeful and tender to my soft heart...

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Party Preparations (Yuletide F/O Event)

Word Count: 1750

Content Warnings: Alcohol Mention

Summary: Not even getting ready for a party is an easy task with Junkrat around. Will Ruby be able to get her boyfriend to comply in time, or will these ADHD- riddled fools get too distracted by each other’s cute outfits? Well, the answer’s obvious, but at least Roadhog is there to help them out.

AAAAH I’M A SLOWPOKE BUT HERE IT’S DONE! I’m so glad I got this done in time for @nougatships​ ‘s event! I’m really looking forward to this event so I’m happy that I was able to finish this hhhhh. It’s far from perfect but I’m just happy it’s done! Also, here’s what Jamie and I will be wearing! (I didn’t include anything for Mako cuz I like that being left up to the imagination.)

“Jamie! Will you just unlock the door already?”

“No! I'm not goin', darl, not if I have ta wear that shit!”

Ruby let out an annoyed huff as she leaned back against the bedroom door, clutching a green flannel shirt in one hand. She, along with Junkrat and Roadhog, had been preparing to leave for a holiday party, but as the night went on, Junkrat had only grown more and more irked that he would need to wear somewhat formal attire for the event, which had culminated in him stubbornly locking himself in his and Ruby’s shared bedroom.

“Jamison,” Ruby called out again, “are you only complaining because you have put on a shirt with long sleeves?”

“... Maybe!”

“C'mon, honey, you know you can’t go shirtless. Even Mako was alright with putting on his sweater!”

“Well he always gets way too into this whole holiday thing anyway!”

Ruby looked back down the hall at Roadhog, who was in the kitchen adding a few finishing touches to the sugar cookies that he had baked earlier that day. The giant of a man was wearing a headband with antlers on it over the top of his mask, along with a flashy sweater with a cartoon pig wearing a Santa hat and the phrase “MERRY PIGMAS” below it.

“... Okay, maybe so,” Ruby answered, turning back to the locked door. “But you picked this shirt out yourself, Jamie! I thought we were gonna do a matching colors kind of thing.”

Junkrat let out a frustrated whine, a clear signal to Ruby that he was giving in. Time to go for the kill.

“You haven't even seen how I look in my outfit yet, honey. I think this dress is really cute, I was looking forward to finding out what you thought…”

There was silence. Then, Ruby noticed the door begin to creep open, and Junkrat's wide amber eyes peered through the cracked door to get a peek at the outfit in question. Ruby took the opportunity to shove the door open, taking Junkrat by surprise and making him stumble backward, and she quickly rushed into the room and tackled him, sending him to the ground.

“Aah!! You tricked me Roobs, no fair!” Junkrat squealed, although he couldn’t help but grin up at his girlfriend as she pinned him to the floor and gave him an up-close view of her new dress.

Ruby leaned in close and teasingly kissed his nose. “All is fair in love and war, my dear. Now put your shirt on!" She shoved the button-up into his face, and he let out a giggle before yanking it out of her grip. 

“Alright, alright, love, stop talkin’ nonsense, I'm puttin' the damn shirt on!”

Ruby scooted down a bit and moved her legs to the side so that she could sit in Junkrat’s lap as he sat up straight. “I was gonna do it all the while anyway,” he chirped with a smug grin as he briskly tore the button-up shirt open. “I just wanted ta make ya work.” He stuck his tongue out, and she playfully smacked his shoulder.

As he slipped the shirt up his arms and over his broad shoulders, Ruby helped him roll the right sleeve up out of the way of his prosthetic arm before she started to fasten the buttons, starting at the lowest one first. As she focused on the task at hand, Junkrat sat back and admired how his girl looked in that low-cut red dress that was short enough to show off her chubby thighs, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and sliding her cardigan off her shoulder to reveal even more of her soft skin.

Ruby kept her eyes on his shirt, but she immediately took notice of his intentions. “Jamie, remember we’re going to leave in five minutes,” she affirmed as she made it to the last few buttons and attempted to fight back a blush. “We’re supposed to be getting dressed.”

Junkrat giggled at the red hue coming over her cheeks as he trailed his hand down to her hip to pull her even closer, and he squeezed her thigh while he leaned in to purr in her ear, “Ya know, babe, you really do look like a right spunk in that pretty little outfit a’ yers.”

As she finished buttoning his shirt, leaving the top one open to provide a glimpse at his chest, she felt a smile spread across her face and a rush of heat go through her body. She moved her hands up to fix his collar and at last made eye contact with him as he grinned down at her, and the blush on her face only strengthened as she felt Junkrat’s hand slide up to cup her bottom.

“J-Jamison, come on. We’re already gonna be late.”

“They can consider it fashionably late,” Junkrat chuckled mischievously as he raked his eyes over her outfit before he looked down at his own and noticed that she had left the top button of his shirt undone. “Oi, Roobs, I think ya missed one.”

“I know,” Ruby whispered as she slowly pulled his face close by his collar. “I like when you leave some cleavage exposed,” she joked.

A deep laugh rumbled in Junkrat’s chest, and he felt his lips brush against Ruby’s as he mumbled, “Well then, that makes two of us.” And with that, they let their mouths crash together, and Ruby moved a hand up to grip Junkrat’s blonde hair as his arms wrapped around her small body to push her tight to his chest. The two were so caught up in their makeout session that they hardly noticed Roadhog stomping down the hall and finding them on the floor of their bedroom.

Roadhog slammed his fist on the door to get the lovers’ attention. “We’re going to be late,” he grumbled, making his annoyance more than clear.

Junkrat looked over to his friend and flashed a wide smile, lipstick smeared around his mouth and not an ounce of shame in his body as he excitedly gestured to his girlfriend. “Look, Hoggie! Doesn’t my Ruby look fuckin’ great in her little outfit?!”

Roadhog merely let out a tired huff before turning around and walking back down the hall.

“Eh, what does he know about fashion,” Junkrat scoffed as he turned back to Ruby. She decided not to burst his bubble and kept it to herself that Roadhog had probably seen plenty of her outfit for the twenty minutes that she had been standing in front of the locked bedroom door. He held Ruby close and stood up so that he was carrying her bridal style and placed a short and sweet kiss to her cheek. “Ya look better than all the gold in the world, darling.”

As Junkrat carried his girlfriend out to the living room, the two saw that Roadhog was already headed out the door, a platter of his homemade sugar cookies in one hand and the car keys in the other hand.

“We better hurry and join him before he leaves us,” Ruby said as she looked up at Junkrat.

“Alright, then let’s- oh shit, wait a tick!” he blurted as he hastily set Ruby down, nearly dropping her before he dashed into the kitchen.

Ruby rolled her eyes, but it was a good opportunity to grab a scarf for her boyfriend so that he kept warm, so she moved to the closet and grabbed his favorite flame-patterned scarf as she heard him rummaging through the fridge before he ran back to her with a boxed pack of beer tucked under his arm. She raised an eyebrow as she turned to wrap the scarf around his neck. “Jamie, are you serious?”

“Aw c’mon Roobs, it ain’t a proper party without heaps of grog!” He flashed a wide smile in the hopes that she would let him bring the alcohol along.

As much as she wanted to say no, Ruby didn’t feel like wasting even more time and testing Roadhog’s patience even further, so she rolled her eyes before tiredly saying, “Alright, fine, but if you get shitfaced you’re going home in the trunk.”

“Deal!” Junkrat beamed and bent down to give Ruby another kiss as she wrapped his scarf around his neck, and he confidently stood up straight and turned towards the door. "Alrighty, let's move out!!"

As Junkrat ran for the open door, he let out a gag as Ruby firmly held onto his scarf to stop him in his tracks. 

"Ey,” he sputtered, “the hell was that for?! I almost dropped me grog!"

"C'mon Jamie, you know the drill. I can't have you banned from another one of my friend's houses," Ruby chided as she moved so that she was standing right in front of him.

"Hmph, s'not my fault they didn't know how ta have a party."

"Well not everyone has the same definition of fun as you, honey. Also, you blew a hole in their roof. Now come on, arms up before I lock you in the bedroom."

Junkrat didn't hesitate to comply, setting down the box and lifting his arms to allow Ruby to give him a pat-down and ensure that he didn't sneak any of his explosives out with him.

"You promise you're gonna behave tonight?" Ruby asked as she checked all his pockets.

"Yes, sweetie."

"No trying to challenge people to any types of fights or 'challenges'?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

She was almost finished as she stooped down to run her hands down the legs of his pants. "And you'll be watching your mouth, right?"

"Of fucking course I will, babe!"

She looked up at him with pursed lips and one eyebrow raised. He let out a little giggle before kneeling down on one knee and cupping her face to kiss her forehead.

"I'll be on me best behavior, my Ruby," he promised.

She briefly turned her head to kiss the palm of his hand and muttered out a “thank you, sunshine” before refocusing herself. “Well, you’re clean, so you’re free to go. Now let’s get in the car before Mako drives off without us.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Junkrat grinned as he grabbed the twelve-pack and stood back up. He extended his hand to help Ruby up as well before gripping her hand tight and running out the door with her, giving her barely enough time to shut the door behind her as they dashed to the car, ready for a night of socializing- and hopefully, not too much mayhem.

[headoverjojo]

Hello! Excited that your asks are open again, I love your writing! 😊😋 I was hoping to request a scenario with either Bruno or Giorno (I don't mind which, can't decide!) and how they would be at a dance club with their female s/o. Thanks if you do!! 😊

Hi dear!! :3 Hhhhh, thank youuu, you’re too kind :,) Sure thing!! I decided to go with Bruno, I missed writing for best zipper man 💖 Here we go! I hope you’ll like it :3

Dancing night with Bruno Bucciarati

(Under the cut for length!)

You smiled, putting your most beautiful lipstick on, checking again if everything was on place. Hair: all done. Dress: already on and you were sure Bruno would have appreciated it; you just missed your pursue. You got up, taking it, and finally joining Bruno in the living room, where he was waiting for you. He smiled with affection, seeing you approach, and you couldn’t miss how his gaze lingered on you, full of sincere appreciation.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” he said, kissing your cheek, as you, as usual, gently smoothed the collar of his jacket. A smile bent your lips, as a light blush dusted your cheeks: even after so much time together, you still blushed at his compliments…

“I’m just sorry it’s for work and not for fun… but in any case, thank you, darling. Without you this night would have been endless.” he said, sincere, kissing your forehead. You smiled again, winking at him when he lowered his gentle gaze on you again.

“It’s for work, yes, but if we’re together, even work will be fun.” you replied, holding his hand and following him to the car. Bruno just sighed, content, feeling once more lucky for having you at his side. So gentle and patient and even positive… he couldn’t ask for more.

The car travel was faster than what you expected. After not even twenty minutes, you were arrived at the club Bruno had to be, the Gazebo. As Caporegime, he had to regularly check the clubs and various restaurants, hotels and such, to verify it was all going well. That night, it was the turn of the Gazebo and, since you were free, you offered to go with him and keep him company. To say he had been enthusiast about it would be an understatement; he hated those nights, he was always bored as hell, but, with you at his side, it would have been another story.

You entered the club, discreetly looking around. Being it an exclusive club, just few people could enter in, and you were glad: in this way, it all would have been more enjoyable. You held tighter Bruno’s arm, as he replied to the customers’ greetings with polite nods of his head, gently leading you to a private table near the bar, the most exclusive one, as it was the first to be served and nearer to the dance floor, in an ideal position. You smiled at him, as he gently helped you to sit, and you smiled even more when he slid near you, safely embracing your waist with an arm. Soon, the patron of the club, a certain signor Milazzo, trotted to your table, slightly bowing more and more times at Bruno, rubbing his hands in a visibly nervous way. It didn’t happen every day to receive a visit from a Caporegime… and Bruno’s visits were all totally random, so no one had time to prepare for it.

“Signor Bucciarati, what a pleasure! And signorina…?” you graciously smiled, leaning on Bruno’s shoulder.

“Y/S.” you simply replied, and the man finally finished the sentence. Bruno’s grip tightened a little around your waist, but the gentle rub of his hand on your hip said you that it was all going as it should. He was serene and calm.

“Would you like a drink, signor Bucciarati, signorina Y/S?” he asked, while his eyes were bouncing between you and Bruno. Bruno’s eyes locked with yours for a moment and, when you nodded, he nodded too. Milazzo smiled again, almost relieved, knowing that the first part of the examination was about to end.

“Perfect! Un drink della casa, yes?- at Bruno’s nod, the man smiled again, more and more relieved. -You’ll be served immediately. Signor Bucciarati, I hope you’ll have a good night here, as you, signorina Y/S.” the man slightly bowed again, before storming behind the bar, surely to bark orders to his barmen and bring you your drinks in record time. You huffed a small chuckle, leaning better on Bruno’s shoulder, enjoying his slender fingers which were toying with the few strands you had let down on your shoulders.

“Poor man, he seemed really terrified…” you murmured, making Bruno softly chuckle. He lifted his gaze, meeting for an instant Milazzo’s eyes, and the man immediately turned his head, a visible sweat on his face. You playfully smacked your boyfriend’s chest, earning another small chuckle.

“Bruno, c’mon, he’s already nervous…!” Bruno shook his head, holding you tighter, admiring, for a long instant, how the colored lights played so gracefully on your face. God, you were even more beautiful than usual…

“But, amore, I’m working. He knows he must not sell drugs, here, and he has the responsibility to check every customer to be sure they’re not a drug seller. He knows that, if he messes up, there are high chances that the Don would be… displeased. And no one wants to displease Giorno.” he simply said, shrugging. You nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with him: no one wanted to displease Giorno, indeed. Well… you had accepted your boyfriend in all his various roles, and so also as Caporegime and, in fact, a criminal. This is what he did to live, this is the only road he could take when society turned its back to him; and you were not going to leave him because of this.

“So… what is the plan now?” You asked, sincerely curious. Bruno smiled at you, waiting for the waiter who brought your drinks to be far enough, before speaking.

“We’re going to try the services. Bar service and dance floor; I’ll have to check the club’s accounts and then we’ll be free to just have fun.” he said, kissing your cheek, as you were already eager for the fun part. It was so near…!

You went with him to Milazzo’s office, to check the various accounting tables -and, to Milazzo’s utter relief, you both found that it was all fine-, so now it was time to check the club’s services, such as the dance floor.

“You know, honey, I like this part of your work!” you said, laughing, spinning in his arms, as he held you close, burying his face in the crock of your neck. Your back was glued to his chest, his arms closely wrapped around your middle for few seconds, before he loosened the grip, moving in front of you with few graceful steps, moving at the lively rhythm of the music the DJ was blasting from his location. You laughed again, follow the rhythm, happily glued again to Bruno’s form, slightly pushed towards him by all the other dancing people. Not that you complained about it…

“Then we could come here more often, what do you think?” he proposed, smiling at you, moving around you, elegant and fluid. You couldn’t restrain another happy chuckle, thinking about it. It was such a nice club, and with Bruno… well, with Bruno it was all even more beautiful.

It was all perfect.

[thinkyoureholy]

The Game Played Right [11; End]

a/n : hhhhh this is it y’all...I want to thank all of you for giving this series love like I was overwhelmed with the amount of love and support I got for this series I never really expected it. I want to thank the anon that requested this in the first place, I hope you liked it even a little it was so fun to write.

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Pairing : Kim Junmyeon / Reader

Genre : Angst, Smut, Fluff, CEO!AU

Words : 1.7k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11.

-Junmyeon’s P.O.V-

I stood before the auditorium full of shareholders and directors alike, spotting my father sitting in the front row along with Sooyeon. I had no idea why he would bring her along but knowing her she probably begged to come along in hopes that I’d reconsider and beg for her to marry me to save the company. What she didn’t know about me is that if I say I’m going to do something then I stick by it no matter what. Especially with something this big. No matter how my life turned out after this moment there was no way in hell I’d ever regret this decision.

“Hello and thank you all for coming to this very important meeting. I know it was very last minute so I’m grateful you all decided to take some time out of your busy schedules to attend. I called you all here to share some very important news that will affect the company. Though I had hoped it wouldn’t come down to this I was left with no other choice.” I paused to take a deep breath, my eyes scanning the room before meeting a pair of eyes I have grown to love unconditionally. She gave me an encouraging smile, before nodding her head. I sighed heavily before continuing, “I have decided to step down from my position as the company’s CEO. I will no longer have anything to do with Noor.”

“What the hell are you talking about? You’re the CEO you can’t just quit!” A man yelled in outrage from his seat, others joining him.

The auditorium was filled with their malicious comments, my thoughts barely loud enough for me to hear. I knew there was going to be some backlash but I didn’t expect it to be this bad, most of them didn’t even like me in the first place. I had thought they’d all be glad to see me go but I guess they’re as two faced as always. Any time the company faced problems I was always the one that took the blame but now that the company is doing better they’re afraid that if I leave everything would go to shit once again.

“I’m not quitting.” I said in a stern voice, annoyed with their fake concern, “I was pushed out. I never thought I’d be leaving the company either but I was given no other choice. I wasn’t going to be treated like a puppet anymore and have my life become my father’s play thing.”

That was the last I said before bowing deeply to the crowd. I turned on my heel and walked off the stage, ignoring the shouts coming from them. Once outside I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding, feeling a hand wrap around my wrist gently. I raised my head to meet Y/N’s warm gaze, the corners of her lips raising up the slightest bit. I gave her a small smile, pulling her towards me but before I could wrap her up in a hug the doors burst open again. My father stormed out of the auditorium with Sooyeon hot on his tail. I could tell this had gone further than she had anticipated by the look in her eyes. My father said nothing as he took a step closer to me, slapping me hard across the face. I heard both Sooyeon and Y/N gasp at the sight, the sound bouncing off the walls as my head turned to left at the force behind the slap. I felt Y/N try to take a step forward but I held onto her hand tightly, moving her to stand behind me. I didn’t want my father to set his sights on her. If he was angry than he should let his anger out on me and not Y/N. Knowing my father he’d have no problem going after her but I wasn’t going to let that happen any time soon.

I ground my teeth together, setting my jaw as I raised my head to look at him and opened my mouth to say something. Before I could he slapped me across the face for the second time, this time even harder than the first. I could see him raise his hand once more but saw Y/N reach out to grab his wrist in her hand tightly.

“Stop it...please.” Y/N all but pleaded with him, her voice breaking slightly.

My father just broke out of her grasp, taking a step towards her but I blocked his path. I hid Y/N behind me, my eyes meeting his as I felt my own anger rising.

“If you're going to let out your anger, let it out on me but don't you dare lay a hand-”

“Finish that sentence boy and I swear-” He cut me off but found himself unable to finish his own sentence.

He sighed heavily, “I've let you do whatever the hell you've wanted for the past twenty-seven years of your life but this is one thing I won't let you do. Are you really going to give up everything that makes you who you are for some slut like her?”

I took a step towards him at hearing him call her like that but Y/N held onto me tightly, keeping me in place. Instead I used my words, “I’ve told you before, I don’t need any of the things that supposedly make me who I am because they’re useless to me. Those things don’t make up who I am. I am not you. Unlike you if I had to choose between money and Y/N then my answer is obvious. Whether you accept my decision or not I don’t fucking care but you’re going to have to deal with it”

That was the last I said before turning my back on the old man for the last time, dragging Y/N along with me.

-

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

Junmyeon said nothing the whole drive back to my place, his hands gripping the steering wheel to the point his knuckles had gone white. As much as I wanted to say something I kept my mouth shut, waiting for him to calm down enough to talk. Though when he opened his mouth I was shocked to hear the words that fell from his mouth.

“I love you.”

I turned to look at him wide eyed, confused as to where this sudden confession of love came from. I could tell he was still livid but all he could say was that he loved me? I was confused to say the least. I had expected him to start cursing or rant about his father and how unfair he was being towards his only son but no...I get an I love you instead. Though I was confused with his words I couldn’t help but let a breathy laugh fall from my lips.

“Seriously? You just got slapped across the face twice...and that’s all you can think to say?”

Junmyeon cracked the smallest of smiles, glancing at me quickly before returning his gaze to the road, “I just had to say it that’s all.”

“As much as I love hearing those words I can’t help but be confused over hearing that come out of your mouth at a time like this. Come on, let everything out. I know you’re dying to.”

He simply shook his head at me, reaching over to grab my hand in his tightly, “What happened happened. Me ranting about it isn’t going to change anything and quite frankly I don’t want anything to change. I don’t regret letting go of everything. None of that ever mattered to me if you weren’t by my side.”

“I’m trying really hard not to cringe at your words but you’re just getting cheesier and cheesier.” I said jokingly, trying to get him to laugh.

I succeeded, happy to hear that laugh I adored. He lowered his head for a split second before raising it, focusing on the road. It got quiet after that as I took the time to stare at his face. I frowned at seeing the big angry red mark on his cheek, noticing how swollen is had gotten. I reached out to gingerly brush my fingers against the skin, the frown on my face deepening at the way he flinched at my touch. I sighed heavily, resting my arm on his shoulder as my fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to sucker punch that old man for even laying a finger on you.”

He chuckled at my words before he pulled over, parking the car as he turned in his seat to face me properly, “I’m fine, just another battle scar.”

I rolled my eyes at his words. Silence settled over us as we stared into each other’s eyes. Looking into his eyes I was reminded of everything we had been through. In such a small amount of time we had been through more than some people go through in a lifetime. Those same eyes I was staring into now caused me so much pain, so much heartbreak but they were the same eyes that taught me how to love. Sure I had been in love before but it was nothing compared to this. The love I felt when looking at his was like nothing I had ever experienced before. As cheesy as that sounds I felt like I finally found my true love with him, my soulmate. Everything we went through, all the trials and tribulations really made our love stronger. As I looked into his eyes I finally realized that all the tears, the fights, the harsh words exchanged, everything was all worth it.

“I love you.” I said softly after awhile of just staring into each other’s eyes.

Junmyeon grinned at hearing those words, reaching over to cup the side of my face in his hand gently as he leaned forward. He lips pressed against mine in a soft kiss. This kiss wasn’t rushed or lustful but full of love. I could feel the love he had for me in that one kiss, my heart rate skyrocketing at the feeling.

“I love you too...so so so much.” He said in a low voice, resting his forehead against mine before planting a fleeting kiss on my cheek.