#i always want new eyes to hit what he's doing yknow

[algrenion]

I've been looking for the video your brother made where he reenacts a conversation with your dad about finding unexpected cousins, it came up in conversation and I can't find it! do you have a link handy? (no worries if not! have a good day!)

dude are you kidding meeee i will always look for a good reason to plug my big bro's content!! he's next level, truly

here is the tiktok link

here is the link to my post from my perspective (with his tiktok attached to watch on tumblr)

i also highly recommend going to his YouTube account since that's where he's really aiming to make moves (it's not about this specific situation but his work is SO fun), he has so many plans and i'm not only proud of him but sure that he's gonna blow up when the time comes around 😭💘

[targaryenluvs]

— BEST LIFE

pairings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (past), harvey specter x fem!juniorpartner!reader (present)

summary: you’d once been apart of the bau team, but after a situation and a falling out with your boyfriend you moved on. what happens when the bau needs your help on a case, which your boyfriend harvey is also assisting on?

warnings: angsty, asshole harvey cause duh, jealousy (spencer) kisses, cute harvey

wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: this literally sprouted in my mind and i just needed to write it lmao, if you haven’t watched suits or criminal minds go right now‼️ they’re both my husbands 😋

when jessica had called you into her office, you’d been calm. apparently one of your cases, which had you and harvey working together, was now of fbi interest. your client was currently suing a company for faulty wiring in his home, which caused it to burn down. and it was apparently not the case at all, the home was suspected to be tied into a serial arsonist.

what you didn’t expect was for your client to be accused of being the arsonist.

“you’re sitting here,”

“uh-huh.”

“telling me,”

“yup.”

“that i’m supposed to believe that richard jeena, the fifty three year old little man, is a serial arsonist?”

you shut the file infront of you, meeting harvey’s eye, “sweetheart?” he uncrossed his legs, leaning forwards with a sweet smile, “yes?” you leaned forwards as well, “that, is exactly what i’m telling you.” harvey leaned back into his chair, disbelief riddling his face.

“and the fbi is flying here?” you nodded along, “fbi agents?” you nodded again, “probably field agents or whatever they’re called. they’ll sit in on the trial, survey the scenes, collect evidence and all.” the familiar clicking of donna’s heels brought a smile to your face, “profilers.”

your heart dropped with one word, “what’d you say?” donna made her way to the two of you, plopping herself down in the chair next to you, “it’s those fbi profilers. yknow, they look at the room and can tell you if he’s left or right handed, blonde, mommy issues and all. nice little packaged criminal profile in seconds.” you couldn’t help correcting her, having dealt with your fair share of assumptions in your years as a profiler.

“that’s not how it works,” harvey swiveled in his chair as donna looked your way, “oh?” harvey smirked as you sighed, “that’s not how it works, we don’t just walk into a room and have it speak to us. we survey the place, fresh eyes and open minds. we look for the things that everyone else seems to miss. we put ourselves in the minds of the criminals themselves, to get a better understanding of them, why they did it and all. you work your way back, start from the victim maybe, see where they’ve been, what they did in the last week, who they talk to. sometimes the killers in their personal circle but not always. every case is different, we try our best to provide an accurate, unbiased profile.”

“i want to take you on my desk, right now.” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends words as donna stared intently, “we. you said ‘we’, as if you know what they do and their job. oh my god, you use to be one. that’s the job you had before coming here! you have a degree in criminal justice, and you said your last job you were at for what, seven years?”

“i graduated high school early, entered harvard at a young age, graduated, entered the fbi at the same time as a— friend. was also studying law, sat the exam in new york since it’s where i wanted to be. finished up at harvard, i was mid to late twenties when i left, wound up here and am now a junior partner, capiche?”

“could just say your age.” mike stood by the door with a wad of files in his hand, “i’d rather die, mike.” harvey laughed, “please don’t incentivise my lovely girlfriend to killing herself mike.”

“as nice as it is to see you all bonding, and trust me, it hits me right in the heart, jessica wants yourself and y/n in the conference room.” louis spoke from the door as you stood up, “first of all, trust with you is fickle, second, tell it to hit you in the face next time lou.” you smacked harvey’s arm as he held his arms up, “friendly fire, i’ll put it out later.” you shoved him by his back before smiling at louis, “i’m sorry about him, he’s not a big fan of the fbi.” louis nodded as he followed you, “duly noted.”

“she’s right, damn pigs.” harvey joked as you approached the conference room, “your highness,” you grinned, “you never treat me so nicely when we’re at home harvey.” he held his hand over his heart, “now don’t lie sweetheart, i’m as nice as mike.” the snort that left your lips had harvey doubling over, “oh please, nice as mike? you wish.”

your giggles were drained from your throat as you stared at half of your old team.

derek morgan, emily prentiss, penelope garcia & spencer reid. the last name, and face you’d still not looked at yet. thankfully, harvey noticed your tenseness, “y/n? sweetheart, you alright?” there it was, that word, sweetheart. spencer couldn’t help but wonder, was it just a word? you always use to call him it, before you dated, teasing of course.

“yeah, i’m fine harv.” he nodded, even if he didn’t believe you he could always ask later on. pulling out his and yours chairs, you sat next to one another. “harvey specter & y/n l/n?” emily questioned as you nodded, “the one and only. and then there’s y/n.” harvey leaned back in his chair, whilst derek stared him down.

what an ass. is what he wanted to say, it was also what he assumed emily was thinking. “emily.” she glanced over at you, surprised at you using her name, “it’s nice to see you all. how’ve you been?” and the bewildered expression was wiped clean off your face, no remnant left. you were a damn lawyer, if there was one thing you’d learned, it was to keep a straight face.

penelope smiled, “we’ve been good, y/n. but we miss you, back home. you’re a lawyer now huh?” you grinned, “the one and only.” harvey squeezed your hand, you squeezed back. “youngest junior partner, ever. my dream. just hoping to make it to senior partner soon, take the title of youngest out from under this guy. i’m happy here, i hope you are too. but down to business.”

and for the next few hours, you’d sat and listened. overlooking the case files, giving statements, reviewing security footage from surrounding houses. at some point mike ended up in the room, having met with your client and being harvey’s associate.

you’d had the pleasure of introducing spencer and mike, the two undeniably similar. you felt comfortable, even betting with penelope that if they touched the world would implode.

“and how much would he loose?”

“127,478.23.” mike and spencer rushed out as the rest of you fought to suppress your smiles, “well y/n, seems like we’ve got a genius-off.” derek laughed as the two men looked towards you, “don’t worry i’ll still love you mike.” mike scoffed at your words, “what makes you think i’d loose?”

“because i know you, and i know reid. trust me, you’d loose.”

reid. not spencer, spence, sweetheart. none of the above, you’d used his last name. as if he was nothing more than a colleague.

“okay, we’ve been here for far too long. and as much as i’d like to sit here and slowly rot, i’d rather do that at the restaurant i have booked for dinner with two lovely ladies. y/n and i have a trial date tomorrow, 8.00am. i think, we bring him along, show him what’s to happen if he doesn’t confess, than toast victory champagne when said confession rolls through. how’s that sound?” if derek’s grin was any indicator, besides a big fat yes?

spencer wanted to puke, ‘lovely ladies?’ multiple women? this man was insufferable. you gathered yourself and harvey’s files, a hand gestured towards you, the last file in said hand. “thanks reid.” he smiled, “no problem-o.” your eyebrows furrowed, “never change do you?” spencer didn’t have time to respond, his brain was too busy blowing a fuse as harvey opened the door for you. “ready for dinner lovely lady?” they all heard harvey ask as you nodded, the four watched as you walked out, his hand on your back as he pecked you on the lips.

“reid, you alright?” derek’s hand rested on his shoulder, “i’m fine, why wouldn’t i be fine? don’t we have places to be? hotch would want to know their on our side, that they reviewed all the information. they’ll help us get a confession out of him.” derek sighed, “because you just saw your ex, who you haven’t seen in years. the one you never got over, happily living in new york as comfortable as possible. a successful business woman and lawyer, happily in a relationship.”

spencer shook his head, “you don’t know that.” emily directed a sympathetic smile his way, “we sat with them for three hours. we watched them laugh, bounce off of eachother for theories, quite literally finish eachothers sentences. order food for eachother without asking, and get their meals right. they held hands when they could, he continued to call her sweetheart. and now they’re going out to dinner.”

spencer’s shoulder dropped, they were right. he’d come here excited at the possibility of seeing you again, talking to you. maybe even beginning again with you. instead, you’re apparently with some suited up asshole. he was annoyingly sweet when it came to you though.

as if the whole three hours weren’t a slap in the face, harvey’s voice rung out through the hallway, “there’s my lovely lady!” rachel, who they’d all met earlier on, was currently guiding a young girl to harvey’s arms. “daddy!” if hearts were boats, than his was sinking. he may have had a chance beforehand, but now?

“is mommy here?” your daughter was currently situated on harvey’s hip, “why don’t you hug her and find out?” your arms were out in the open as your daughter squealed before running to you, “d’you have a fun day with rach?” she nodded her head rapidly as yourself and harvey smiled, he stood behind you, chest to back. his hand rested on your waist as the other moved aside hair from her face, before moving hair from your own.

“now, my lovely ladies, it’s time for dinner.”

lovely ladies, for once, spencer had made a mistake. harvey was going out with multiple women, but not in the way he thought. his daughter and the mother of his child, you.

his words and actions meant nothing, they would mean nothing. you were happy, so happy. you had everything you wanted, a loving marriage and man, a gorgeous family. something spencer hadn’t given you. a man who knew you could hold your own. spencer knew that too, but he couldn’t help himself back then.

right now, you were living your best life.

[lovelinoss]

Enemies?

Nonidol!hyunjin x gn!reader

Enemies to lovers | highschool!au (seniors)

Warnings : bickering.. semi-bullying? (Not much, they hate eachother so..), no more that I know of let me know if there is any to add

A/n : like a one time thing cause I was thinking about scenarios in my head when I thought of this was and I kept getting ideas 😭 never writing a fic in my life again 😥 also was not expecting this to be THIS long but!! Part 2 maybe.. ^^

(7.7k words)

Hwang. Fucking. Hyunjin.

Just his name alone was enough to infuriate you and get your blood boiling. Simply put, he was your arch-nemesis. Your rival. Your enemy. Always picking on you in school, acting like he was all high and mighty. He would do anything to make you mad, and it worked. Even if you didn’t wanna admit it.

It was the week before your senior year finally started. You were dreading going to school, not excited to see Hyunjin again. Laying down in your bed, fond memories came flooding back as you were thinking about the upcoming school year.

Once, Hyunjin just so happened to be right behind you while you were in the cafeteria, and just so happened to ‘bump’ into you. Saying how he was “oh so sorry”, saying how he didn’t see you and just ran off, leaving your meal on the floor and you glaring at him.

Another time during hoco, he ‘accidentally’ spilled his almost full cup - and I mean till the brim - of fruit punch onto your white dress. It was obviously planned. He said a meaningless sorry as he ran off cackling with his friends, high fiving one of them. You went home right after, feeling all sticky and a bit humiliated in front of the whole school.

And another time, he threw a football as you were walking past the field. Not when you were even close to the border that marked off the play area. It so happened to hit you right on the head, causing you to drop your newly bought phone to the concrete ground. Everyone knew he had a good aim. You turned back, furious, to see him high fiving his friends.

There was oh so much more, and you wanted this to end. A new year, new you, yeah?

Finally, Monday came rolling around. You quickly got ready, putting on a decent outfit for the first day and finally arrived upon your dear, sweet high school.

As you walked in, your best friend Jisung wrapped his arms around you, welcoming you in a Jisung-signature style way.

“Hey bae!” He said sweetly. “So, whats the occasion? Looking a bit hot today.” You laughed, smacking him on his arm as he exaggerated the pain.

“Nothing,” you responded. “Just.. wanted to look a bit better for the new year yknow?”

“Ah, gotcha,” he winked. “Yknow. Hyunjin came around earlier, asking where you were. Fucking obsessed freak. Anyway, I told him to fuck off and mind his business.”

“This is why I still tolerate you,” you responded, thanking him in your own way. He smacked you back as you guys both giggled and entered homeroom.

Thankfully, it was a free-sit class, automatically making both you and Jisung sit next to each other. As you were taking out your pencil, you heard Jisung groan, making you look up to see Hyunjin enter the doorway. As soon as he entered the classroom, he spotted you, allowing a big stupid smile to appear on that stupid face of his. Oh great.

“Hey,” Hyunjin said nonchalantly as he came towards you. “Thought you were gone for good. Glad you’re still here. That way I’ll still have some fun in this junk of a place.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before you met his gaze.

“Oh yeah? Are you that obsessed with me that you just have to have me around here? You need me to have fun? Cute.”

You could see the flare in his eyes as he rolled his eyes and walked away from you, finding a seat next to one of his side chicks, all of a sudden making out with her in the middle of the classroom. His eyes glared at you. Staring at you while he made out with is billionth chick of the week. What a creep. You stuck a tongue out, turning your focus over to Jisung.

He lifted up and hand, signaling a high five and you did just that, slightly. You let out a sigh. Maybe you could really stand up to him. Maybe even mess around with him a bit, just like he did to you.

These small quarrels went on for a bit. Both of you guys always so happened to bump into each other at the worst timing, and end up bickering over the smallest things.

Once, he fucking tripped you as you were walking to your lunch table with Jisung. Making you fall face flat to the floor.

“I saw what you did, Hyunjin. Apologize,” Jisung said in defense. In response, Hyunjin just lifted to arms and shrugged, acting like he didn’t do anything. You were furious.

The next day, you stole his backpack and threw it in the fountain. Of course, he found you during passing period and shoved you against against a locker.

One day, your teacher announced that there was a new student in our school, joining your homeroom. Honestly, who goes to a new school one month of senior year on a Wednesday? You heard rumors he was hot, but you werent expecting that much until a boy walked in.

“Everyone, meet Lee Minho.” You teacher announced as the guy, introduced as Minho, waved giving a small smile. Somehow he met your gaze, and gave you your own smile. He wasn’t exactly your type, but he was hot. The rumors were exactly right.

Jisung just so happened to be preoccupied in his extracurriculars that time, having to had to leave during class time, but there was an empty seat next to you. Your teacher told Minho to go and sit next to you, which he happily obliged.

“Hey, I’m Minho,” He said as he sat down and faced you. His voice was so calming, like you could practically sleep while listening to him talk. “Well.. you already know that by now. What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you responded. “Nice to meet you. How’d you end up moving to this school?”

“I dont know.. well I do know. But it’s kind of embarrassing..” he shyly said. “I got in trouble for self defense you could say. This guy punched me first and was going to do the same to my friend.. so I beat him up.” Your mouth gaped. He laughed at your shocked expression. “Don’t worry, I don’t go around beating random people up.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh as a joke and both of you guys laughed. He was sweet, you could definitely tell.

While you were getting to know Minho more, you felt a gaze boring into you. You turned to see Hyunjin staring at the two of you, more so likely to Minho, then back to you and so forth. What was wrong with him?

As the bell rang, you guys parted ways after you asked Minho if he wanted to join you and Jisung for lunch. He happily accepted, having no one else he knew in the school yet. Once you met Jisung in the hallways to go to your other class together, you told him about lunch with Minho. He was ‘skeptical’ at first, saying that Minho may be a serial killer and you may be the next victim. What the hell. So Jisung-like. You slapped him playfully. He whined. You guys both laughed.

Finally lunch came rolling around, and you guys sat in your usual spot. Once you spotted Minho looking around, you waved you hand and he smiled.

“Hey Minho!” You exclaimed as he sat down across from you and Jisung. “This is Jisung, the friend I was talking about?” Jisung waved and put on his stupid grin. Minho smiled, introducing himself. Lunch went smoothly. Minho surprisingly had the same humor as you and Jisung, and you guys all laughed throughout the whole lunch period. However, you caught Hyunjin catching glances over to your table. What a freak.

The bell rang, making all three of you guys split up and head your own ways. You walked to your next period, art class. You loved your art teacher and just art in general. However like always, when you walked in, Hyunjin was there. Sitting right there staring at you.

You don’t even know why and how he’s in art class. A guy like him? Interested in art? Unbelievable.

You ignored him as you made your way to your desk, meeting your in-class friend, Felix. Felix knew about Hyunjin and whatnot, always on your side no matter what. He was your close friend you knew from childhood, but obviously growing up you guys split to different friend groups. You guys still stayed close, especially since you guys shared some classes together.

“Lix!” You exclaimed as you sat down.

“Hey!” He responded, passing you a bottle of your favorite drink - banana milk. You patted him on the back as a thanks. He smiled in response.

Once everyone settled down, your art teacher gave the assignment for the day, allowing everyone to go their own ways. As you were chatting with Felix while you were drawing away, you noticed Hyunjin walking towards you. You groaned, knowing hell was coming your way.

“Y/n,” he spoke softly. “Can i talk to you after school? Serious.”

You glared up at him, scoffing before rolling your eyes.

“Why should I?”

It was his turn to scoff. He slammed his hand on the spot right next to you on your desk and he looked right in your eyes.

“‘Cause I said so. Im serious y/n. I have to talk to you.”

“How about no?”

He gave up easily, what a surprise, and walked off to his desk.

“What was that about.” Felix asked. You shrugged, going back to your artwork.

After the bell rang, you walked out of the classroom heading to your next class before you felt a tug on your wrist and you got pulled back. Startled, you tried to fight back before you were met with Hyunjin’s gaze.

“Wha - what do you want?” You asked, stiffening up as soon as you saw Hyunjin.

“Y/n. Im serious. Talk to me after school? Please.” His face softened, the first time you’ve ever seen his expression so soft. He looked.. genuine. I mean what could possibly go wrong? You accepted, freeing yourself from his grasp as you walked to your next class.

Finally, the bell that indicated that school was over rang. Oh how you were dreading to meet up with Hyunjin. You told Jisung and Minho about the whole situation, which made both of them beg you if they could hide from behind and watch the whole situation. You had no reason to say no so you accepted.

As you were approaching the spot where he asked you to meet you, you saw him, leaning against the wall while he was scrolling on his phone. You looked back to see Jisung give you a big thumbs up and Minho just smiling.

As you got closer, he looked up from his phone and waved.

“Didn’t think you’d actually be here,” he said as he stuffed his phone in his pocket. You rolled your eyes.

“What’d you call me here for? Wanna confess your dying love to me?” You joked, giving him a smile.

“Close,” he responded. “Lets make a deal, yeah?” You glared at him in response.

“Why should I?”

“Because,” he shrugged. “Anyway. Look. Can you pretend to be my girlfriend? Just one day.” Your jaw dropped. You weren’t for sure, but you could also hear Jisung and Minho gasping.

“Why me?” You asked, confused as ever. “We both hate each other. Definitely not a match. There’s other girls in this school that fit you more, and who do you even have to have a fake girlfriend for anyway.”

Hyunjin let out a sigh. He rubbed his face before looking up back at you.

“My little sister. She overheard me talking to my friends about you. A prank I was gonna pull on you. ‘Wow what a shocker’, i know. She thought you were my girlfriend and begged me to bring you home one day. I can’t disappoint my little sister, can I?” You let out a small giggle. You never thought that Hyunjin had a side of him like this. “So?”

“What do I get in return?” You asked, looking up back at him.

“A nice, cute, and very good looking fake boyfriend?” You rolled your eyes. However you thought for a moment. This might help get Hyunjin off your back for good.

“What if I like.. burn the house down and make your sister be in harm's way,” you said. Of course, you wouldn’t. You’ve had babysitting history and you were very good with little kids.

“I’m sure you won’t,” Hyunjin smiled, patting you on the shoulder. He reached into his pockets before pulling out a piece a paper. He brought out his spare hand, signaling you to open yours. You got the memo, and did, and he placed the piece of paper into your hand. “I’ll text you the details okay?” he said before running off..

“Wait! I never said yes yknow?!” You screamed at him but all you got in return was a hand raise from him as he ran off.

Right after he left, you heard hurrying footsteps behind you, and as you turned your head you were attacked by both Jisung and Minho.

“Fuck- what do I do..” you expressed. Jisung placed both hands on your shoulders and shook you, not believing what he heard and saw was right.

“You’re being a fake girlfriend?! For him out if all people? Wake up girlfriend,” Jisung exclaimed. Minho had just heard all this drama between you and Hyunjin during lunch, but he was way too invested.

“What if he murders you at his house?! Y/n, wake up!!” Minho joined in alongside Jisung.

“That’s what I’m saying!!” Jisung agreed.

“Oh my god- you guys are so unbelievable. It’s fine. I won’t die. Promise,” you said tapping them both on the shoulder. “C’mon, lets go.”

Was this some sort of a joke?

Back at home, you were snuggled up in your bed, reading your favorite book. That’s when you remembered the piece of paper Hyunjin gave you previously. You reached into your pocket to find the crumpled up paper that read his number.

You got the piece of paper and pulled out your phone, dialing the number that was supposedly Hyunjin’s.

Hey 6:45pm

You messaged him, now awaiting his response. It didn’t take long for him to start typing.

You Glad you actually messaged me :) I was waiting for your text message 6:48pm

He really was? I guess he really needed you that bad..

You Hm.. so… Are you serious about this whole “fake girlfriend” thing? Istg your messing with me Do you even have a little sister? 6:50pm

Hyunjin Ofc I am Wanna see my little sister? *sends image* 6:51pm

He really did have a sister.. and a really cute and sweet looking one too. Her chubby, rosy cheeks looked so squishable and she looked so friendly.

You Is this little sweet girl from google No way this little girl is your sister 6:53pm

Hyunjin She is my sister and I am her brother Why is it so hard to believe? Are you calling me ugly?! 6:54pm

You Never said that! Although you are very ugly How can a sweet girl be related to your ugly looking ass 6:55pm

Hyunjin You think you’re not ugly?! Your way uglier than me yknow 6:56pm

You scoffed behind the screen. Oh how you wanted to punch him through the screen so bad.

You Ugh. Anyways, when do I have to do this “girlfriend” act.. wait. Aren’t you like pretty popular? You could get any girl and just ask them to come Plus they could be your real, genuine gf Why me? 6:59pm

Hyunjin Cause You’re y/n And my little sis knows your name It’s weird for someone who’s not you to pretend to be you, yeah? 7:01pm

You Ok.. So when? 7:01pm

Hyunjin Uhm.. I hate to break it to you (i don’t. Rlly) Saturday 7:02pm

Saturday? Saturday?! That was like in 2 days. Seriously? Couldn’t he have told you sooner or made the date a little later?

You Saturday?? That’s so soon I dont know who you think I am but I cant just last minute go to a house of a person I hate I have to get mentally ready 7:04pm

Hyunjin It’s not that big of a deal, no? Cmon, i thought you found my little sister cute Do it for her please? 7:05pm

You Ughhh Finnee. What time 7:08pm

Hyunjin Noon 7:10pm read

The next two days went like always, you hung out with Jisung and Minho and there was Hyunjin always bickering with you.

“Hey, wanna go study together at the library?” Minho asked one day while you guys were eating lunch. “Like after school?”

“Cant,” Jisung responded with mouth full of his lunch. “Part-time job, yknow?”

“How about you?” He turned and faced you.

“Hm, I think I can. Yeah, sure. Let’s meet up at the library right after school.” You responded, going back to your tray of food.

After school ended, you parted ways with Jisung after your guys’ last class and went towards the library. There, Minho waved you over once you guys both spotted each other.

Once you sat down, you guys both went ahead to studying. Here and there you guys would chat and giggle.

“Hey isn’t that Hyunjin?” Minho asked looking over you. You turned in response and there he was, leaning against a beanbag that was set in the corner of the library reading some book. “Never knew he was a book guy.”

“Gosh, he’s like everywhere I go.” You groaned, looking back at Minho. “I swear to god this isn’t some coincidence. The lord just hates me.”

Both of you guys laughed at your response and went on with your day.

Saturday came rolling around quick. Dressed in a casual jean and a white shirt, you were standing right in front of the Hwang residents. From the looks of his home, you guessed his family was pretty well off. With a sigh you let out, you walked to the door and pressed the doorbell sitting right next to it.

A few seconds passed without an answer, so you did a good three knocks on the wooden door. You heard a bit of clamoring in there until you heard Hyunjin’s voice shouting.

“Wait a moment!!”

A minute passed before the door opened to reveal a hectic Hyunjin. He was dressed in gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt with small stains on it. You almost let out a laugh. You never expected Hwang Hyunjin to ever look so vulnerable like this.

“Hey,” He greeted you, opening the door wider allowing you in.

“Hey,” you responded, neatly taking off your shoes and placing them with the rest in the corner of the doorway. “Where’s your parents? I wanna go say hi..”

“Oh my parents? They’re out, they should be back around dinner time so.”

“Oh alright,” you nodded. “You look uglier than any other days.”

“Are you looking at a mirror?”

He smiled before turning around and leading you to the kitchen while you were containing yourself from not beating him up.

You looked around the hallways, decorated with paintings and images framed up. Now you knew why he was in art class.

“Where’s the infamous little sister you’ve been talking about?” You questioned as you walked in the kitchen.

“Hm? Oh Hyuna. She’s trying to get herself dolled up for you,” He responded, getting out a bottle of what looked like banana milk and handing it to you. “You like banana milk, yeah? I see you drinking it all the time in art class.”

“Yeah.. thanks,” you responded, kind of shocked he caught this detail of you. “Hey, this isn’t drugged or something right?”

He laughed. “What kind of person do you think I am? I hate you but I would never drug you.”

“Hm.. okay,” you said, taking a sip from the container. “Come to think of it, you and Hyuna have very similar names.”

“Yeah.. my parents wanted to go with a theme I guess.” He nodded before muttering a quick ‘wait a minute’ as he turned to a hallway.

“Hyuna~” he yelled as he walked towards a door and opened it. “Y/n’s here, come say hi.”

You heard a small “wait!!” before you saw two small hands pushing Hyunjin out of the room and closing it. Hyunjin sighed in defeat as he walked back towards the kitchen. You giggled to yourself, seeing how cute his little sister was.

He came back to the counter you were leaning against.

“I have a question for you,” he said, turning towards you. You faced him. “Are you like.. dating Jisung or Minho?”

You let out a loud laugh, covering your mouth trying to contain the loud noise coming from your mouth. Hyunjin just looked at you all confused.

“Sorry.. sorry,” you said after you finished your laughing frenzy. “But no, I’m not. Jisung’s just like a brother to me. Me dating him? Ew - ew..”

“Minho?”

“I’ve met him just a few days ago. He’s nice, yeah. But not my style. Just a friend,” you responded, taking another sip from your container.

After your response, it got a bit awkward until the door from the hallway opened up, revealing small little feet as it ran towards you. It was Hyuna. She finally reached the kitchen and just stared at you for a moment.

You could tell Hyuna was indeed Hyunjin’s little sister. She looked so much like Hyunjin, having the same plump lips, the same eyes, and even the same small mole under her eye.

“Hi..!” She said first and broke the silence. You crouched down to get to her level and smiled big.

“And who’s this?” You questioned.

“Hyuna!” She exclaimed. “Are you really my brother’s girlfriend?”

You looked back up to see Hyunjin. He nodded, making you face back Hyuna and nodding sweetly.

“Yup, I’m his girlfriend all right.” You said.

“You’re so pretty!” She said. You blushed and petted her hair.

“You more, princess.”

She smiled. You smiled back.

“Wanna go play?” She asked you, having stars in her eyes.

“Sure!” You happily accepted, getting up and following her quick footsteps to her room.

You guys played doll for what seemed like hours. She seemed to be having fun though, which was all that mattered honestly. Hyunjin on the other end was just in the small chair in the corner of Hyuna’s room reading that same darn book you saw him read that one time in the library. Every once in a while would he also join in on both of you guys.

Around 2pm was when Hyuna got hungry, which made you realize that you were also hungry. Hyunjin offered to make lunch as he got up from his spot and left the room. Meanwhile, you and Hyuna decided to read some picture books she had.

After what seemed like was around 20 minutes, Hyunjin called you guys over. You took Hyuna’s small hand into yours as you guys both walked over to the kitchen.

“Y/n, do you mind getting the pitcher of orange juice from the fridge for Hyuna?” Hyunjin asked while plating the pasta he made onto three plates. You rolled your eyes before opening the fridge as he said so, pulling out the pitcher of orange juice and pouring it into a plastic cup.

As you were pouring, Hyuna accidentally bumped into you while trying to help get the utensils. The bump made you lose a bit of your balance, and you ended up spilling some of the bright, sweet orange juice onto your plain, white shirt. You sighed. Hyunjin saw what happened, quickly grabbing some paper towels and handing it to you.

“You okay? Hyuna, apologize,” he said, following the small words ‘sorry’ muttered by Hyuna.

“It’s fine.. I’ll just clean off in the bathroom,” you told Hyunjin as you were doing your best dabbing the juice off your shirt.

“I could lend you a shirt?” He offered. He quickly ran to his room without even hearing a response from you. You just stood there, comforting Hyuna that you were okay.

What you didn't know was that while he was getting you the hoodie, all he could think of was the way your white t-shirt turned see-through because of the way the orange juice spilled over it. He could see the outline of your bra and the curves that the shirt displayed. Snap yourself out of it! he replayed in his mind before he grabbed the hoodie and went down to meet you.

Once he returned, he handed you a hoodie.

“Sorry, I didn’t have any t shirts,” he said. You still thanked him otherwise and found the restroom to change.

You took off your sticky shirt and placed it in the sink for now. You had brought paper towels in with you, so you used those to clean off the rest of the orange juice on your chest. Once you were all cleaned, you put on Hyunjin’s hoodie.

Gosh what were you doing in your arch-nemesis’s house.

Either way, you were kind of shocked that Hyunjin was so caring, even going as far as to lend you his hoodie. What happened to the tough guy act?

Once you got put together enough, you walked into the kitchen holding your wet shirt in your hand.

“Hyunjin, can I have a bag to put my shirt in?” You asked. He nodded, and he got up from his seat and digged through the pantry. He found a bag, and opened it in front of you, signaling you to put your shirt in the bag. You did so, and after all the chaos ended, you finally sat down and ate your lunch.

Surprisingly, the pasta was not so bad, decent actually, especially since an 18 year old guy made it.

“Not bad..” you muttered under your breath. Apparently, Hyunjin must have heard you because he chuckled and said “thanks.”

Once everyone got to eat their full, Hyuna asked if you guys could go to the nearby park that was close to their home. You also wanted a bit of fresh air, so you turned to Hyunjin and mouthed a ‘please?’ while Hyuna kept begging.

He finally said yes, and Hyuna jumped around in joy while you were jumping in your mind.

You guys decided to walk there. Before leaving, Hyunjin grabbed his wallet and an emergency lollipop for Hyuna just in case. In the middle of the walk, Hyuna felt tired, asking Hyunjin to carry her. He sighed, acting all annoyed.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you? You can walk.”

Contrasting to his reaction he still crouched down, allowing Hyuna to get behind him and wrap her little arms around his neck. He lifted her up, having her in a piggyback ride.

After that, the trip went smoothly. All of you guys kept talking about what Hyuna would want to talk about. Finally reaching the park, Hyunjin let Hyuna go to play on the play structure.

“Don’t get hurt!” Hyunjin yelled at Hyuna while she ran off. Hyunjin really wasn’t that bad of a guy.

“I have a question,” you said as you guys both sat down on the bench.

“Hm?”

“Why do you pick on me so much?” You turned to face him. “You’re so mean at school and to me but then you turn into such sweetheart to your sister. Such a two-face jerk.” You muttered that last part as you turned back, facing away from him.

“Because I hate you? Duh,” he shrugged.

“Okay but why? What did I do?”

“I dont know. You just irritate me every time I see you.” It was a fact to him. But not because you annoyed him the way everyone thought. You annoyed him because the way you looked. His heart would pound whenever he saw you, especially when you were all mad and furious. It was kind of hot.

“Wow thanks,” you sarcastically said, scoffing.

Just as you guys were both starting to bicker again, Hyuna ran over to you guys on the bench.

“Can you guys play with me?” She asked. You sadly declined because of the bad back you’ve had for a bit, so Hyunjin excused himself and went to play with his sister.

He chased after Hyuna, running in circles together. It was cute for a moment, until you realized what you were just thinking about Hyunjin. Cute? He is a jerk. Never ever.

Once time had past a bit, you guys decided to head home. Hyuna whined begging to stay a bit longer, but Hyunjin firmly said no, saying how he was tired and possibly you were too. You agreed, promising Hyuna to play more with her at the house. She finally gave in, asking Hyunjin to lift her up again. He groaned, letting out an exhausted sigh. You’ve had experience with holding kids when you used to babysit. Maybe this wouldn’t be different at all.

“I can carry her,” you offered, making Hyunjin’s head snap in your direction, wide eyed.

“No.. Y/n, you don’t have to. I was just joking,” he muttered slowly. You kept insisting, saying how he was probably exhausted and tired like he said he was from playing around with Hyuna. He said something under his breath before finally obliging to your request.

You picked up Hyuna, and she was more than happy.

“You’re so strong!” She exclaimed, making you giggle and lightly pinch her cheeks.

“Yeah? I’m strong right?” You looked over to Hyunjin. “Way stronger than your brother. He's so weak, not wanting to carry his own sister, right?” Hyuna nodded, making you laugh and Hyunjin frown.

“Hey I’m stronger!” Hyunjin semi-yelled, making him face to face with Hyuna. Mid-walk, they were having a staring contest. Such siblings.

By the time you guys reached home, Hyuna fell asleep in your arms.

“I could take her to her room,” Hyunjin whispered, opening his arms so he could take Hyuna from you.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just lay her in bed and come back,” you responded, lightly making your way to Hyuna’s room.

There, you laid down Hyuna on her bed and covered her in her sheets. She looked so cute sleeping. Would Hyunjin also be-

No! What’s wrong with you? Hyunjin’s your sworn enemy.

You patted Hyuna on the head before turning around and leaving. Right as you exited her room and closed the door, you yelped in shock after seeing Hyunjin leaning against the wall next to the door.

“H-hi?” You stammered.

“Are you gonna leave?” Was all he said, having his arms crossed.

“That’s what I was planning to do, why?”

“I could drop you off.”

What was this Hyunjin and what happened to the one who would play pranks on you and make fun of you?

“Uhm,” you hesitantly said. “Why?”

“Because, it’s starting to get dark. I may hate you but I’m still a gentleman,” he shrugged, making his way to the door. You quickly followed him behind, grabbing your belongings before you started to put your shoes on.

“Why’re you being so nice to me,” you casually said as you followed Hyunjin to his car. He turned back and just stared into your eyes.

“I may be a jerk, but Im not letting a kid go home by themselves when its getting dark,” he answered, turning around on his heels as he walked to the drivers side.

“I’m not a kid?!” You yelled. “Im eighteen, just the same as you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You got into his car. A really nice one, considering that he was just a senior in high school. Before leaving, Hyunjin handed you his phone. You looked at him all confused before he turned to face you and gave an eyebrow raise.

“Music?” was all he said before you took the phone from his hand and was scrolling through his spotify.

You turned on a song, ‘A Song Nobody Knows’ by Colde. As soon as you turned it on, you could see the satisfaction in Hyunjin’s face.

“You like Colde?” He asked while still keeping his eyes on the road. One hand on the wheel with the other on the hand rest. You nodded, smiling as you put down his phone and just looked out the window.

The car ride was fairly calm. Either of you too tired to start bickering and Hyunjin too focused on getting you home. Once you guys arrived, you got out of the car, thanking Hyunjin for the ride.

He really wasn’t such a bad guy sometimes..

You entered your home. All quiet and dark due to your parents working late yet again. You reached your room, putting down your stuff in their designated spots. However you noticed something. Your wallet was missing. Did you drop it somewhere?

You Hyunjin.. Did I leave my wallet in your car? 5:27pm

You were expecting to get an answer late, knowing that he was driving. But he he answered fairly quickly.

Hyunjin Hm Yeah Want me to drop it off? 5:30pm

You No its fine Just give it to me on monday 5:31pm

Hyunjin I insist I’ll be there soon 5:32pm read

Alright.. i guess he was coming soon. After about 5 minutes or so, there was a knock at your door. You quickly got to it and opened it to see Hyunjin standing there with a smug smile.

“Thanks,” you said, reaching for the wallet that was in his hand.

“No problem,” he responded. “Hm, I may have taken some cash by the way. Yknow, the trip costed me gas.” You looked at him in a ‘i knew it’ expression as you opened the wallet to the cash compartment.

“It’s all gone!” You exclaimed. There was 50 bucks or so in there, and apparently Hyunjin took it all. “Hyunji-“

Before you could finish your sentence he was already running off to his car screaming a faint “see you on monday!”

What a jerk.

You were laying in bed, happily reading your book when you got a notification. You opened it up to see it was from Hyunjin.

Hyunjin Gosh Im sorry to ask y/n But can we do this again? Not that i want to Ew But Hyuna liked u very much And wants to hang out again 8:49pm

You scoffed. Again? You’d have to get something in return.

You Hm Sure 8:51pm

Hyunjin Really? Thank you 8:52pm

You But. I want something in return 8:53pm

Hyunjin Uhm I’ll think about it What is it 8:54pm

You Take me to a concert? Or at least give me the money for it I’ll do it for you multiple times then 8:55pm

Hyunjin What?! Are you crazy No way Im paying for your stupid concert Money doesnt grow on trees yknow 8:57pm

You Shouldve thought the same way when you got that bougie car As a 18 yr old thats too much! 8:58pm

Hyunjin Okay well thats me Not you 8:59pm

You Ok then I guess no more hangouts 🤷‍♀️ You do you.. Do you really wanna disappoint your sis? That’s so mean of you :( 9:01pm

Hyunjin Wait No. I’ll pay you in another way? 9:02pm

You Hmm No thanks! 9:02pm

Hyunjin Who’s the concert for anyway Which artist 9:04pm

You Twice My lovely girlies 9:05pm

Hyunjin Ughhh Fine. 9:06pm

You You got yourself a deal, young sir 9:06pm read

You smiled to yourself.

These small hangouts happened often from there on. Parks, malls, you name it, you were there with Hyuna and Hyunjin. At school, he’d still pick on you, yes, but his demeanor changed when you hung out with Hyuna. He was kinder, a lot nicer. You liked that Hyunjin, the one that would actually care for you sometimes, although he’d still start bickering.

Once he even insisted you guys hung out at an amusement park, saying how Hyuna kept begging to go with you. Hyuna really opened up to you, looking up to you as a role model. You found her cute too. You accepted his offer, obviously just for Hyuna.

He informed you that his parents would also be there, saying how they wanted you and Hyunjin to have your own free time besides being with Hyuna the whole time.

Ugh. Being alone with Hyunjin.

You guys got there early, around 9am, which meant you guys would be at the park for a bit. You guys followed around Hyuna, taking care of her, giving his parents their own little date. Riding the carousel, riding a kiddie coaster, it was fun yes.

You three were in line for the kiddie coaster and there was this kind lady with her own kid.

“Aww, you guys make such a good couple. It isn’t that easy to be such young parents. It seem’s you guys are doing a good job raising her.” She smiled, talking to you guys as if you and Hyunjin were parents. You were flustered, cheeks reddening. You weren’t even out of high school yet. Maybe you did look mature..

“No ma’am that’s no-“

“Thank you so much,” Hyunjin cut you off, giving a kind smile to the lady. “My wife here is doing such a good job, am I right?”

Hyunjin and the lady chit chatted for a bit before it was her turn to get on the ride. Hyuna just looking up at the whole convo the whole time.

“What the hell was that about?” You semi-screamed at Hyunjin after the lady left, hitting him on the arm.

“What?” He shrugged. “Why would I break her heart telling her the truth that we were not a couple and pure enemies. Telling a white lie sometimes is better.”

You covered Hyuna’s ears with your hands before saying a low “you fucking psycho.” He just laughed.

It was around 3pm when you guys met up with his parents, eating lunch, then trading places taking care of Hyuna.

“Im so tired~” you said while stretching your arms, walking alongside Hyunjin. He hummed in response.

He looked to face you, staring at your face before saying “your uglier than normal today.”

“That was so out of pocket!” You exclaimed, slapping him on the back. He rubbed the spot you hit him, giving you a smug look.

“What? I’m just saying the truth.” He said, facing forward again. “Wanna get some cotton candy?”

Wow changing the subject.. well you did like cotton candy so you couldn’t just decline his offer.

“Sure,” you said before doing a little run to the cotton candy stand. It was those stands where they make the flower-shaped ones.

“17 bucks?” You muttered under you breath. Why was it so expensive?

“Why? Too expensive for your broke ass?” He asked while in line. You rolled your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll buy you one.” At least he was going to do that!

Once you got your cotton candy, you squealed. It looked so pretty. Each string of candy weaving into each other, the colors coordinating with one another so well.

“I gotta show Jisung and Minho this,” you said, taking out your phone from your small purse.

“I could take a photo for you. Go stand over there,” Hyunjin said, pointing to a direction as he held out his hand for you to put your phone in. You happily obliged, putting your phone in his hand before you ran to your spot.

“Cheese~” he said before snapping some photos of you. “There, done.” You walked over to where he was, seeing the photos he took. “Hey i especially like this one. You look extra ugly here.” He said while pointing to a picture he took when you weren’t even ready.

“Fuck you,” you muttered. You snatched your phone from his hand, sending some of the photos he took of you to your group chat with Jisung and Minho.

They couldn’t believe you were still doing this for Hyunjin, well not after you told them about your deal. Jisung kept calling Hyunjin a jerk, and Minho just sat along with Jisung agreeing.

“I’m kinda tired, wanna just go hang out in the ferris wheel?” You nonchalantly asked, turning to face him. He nodded, making you run to the big ferris wheel that was at the center of the park.

“Why do you run so fast?” He asked, panting after he caught up with up.

“Maybe you’re just slow,” you shrugged. You turned to the worker saying “two people, please.” He rolled his eyes.

Once you guys got on in your car, you sat facing each other. You thought it’d be awkward being in silence like this, but it really wasn’t. He handed you one side if his earphones, which you gladly accepted, putting it on to listen to the calming songs on his playlist. It was nice, sitting there and looking down at the view while you were going up. Despite your fear in heights, you found ferris wheels to be fairly calming.

However, when you guys were towards the very top, there was a gust of wind, making the car shake. You yelped, jumping in your seat. The wind increased the fear you had. You noticed that Hyunjin was staring at you, a mixed expression of shock and worry.

“Are.. you okay?” He asked. He didn’t even seem to be affected by the tumbling the car was experiencing. You shook your head. You had your eyes closed, trying not the focus so hard on the shaking when you felt Hyunjin getting closer and sitting down on your side. You took a peep at him from the side, and he embraced you in a hug. A warm hug. He was genuinely trying to comfort you. “Are you scared of heights?”

You nodded slowly, muttering a few words about how ferris wheels really didn’t affect you. Once the shaking stopped, you felt relief.

“Thank you..” you whispered under your breath. He nodded, and he stayed there the whole time. The ferris wheel made a few rounds. During one of them, while you were just staring out at the window, Hyunjin tapped you on the lap. You turned to face him, curious of why he tapped u.

“I have something to tell you.” He said, looking down at his feet, tapping his heels onto the floor. You tilted your head, awaiting for his ‘something to tell you.’ He let out a sigh.

“I.. don’t know how to tell you this.. I’ve been pondering about this for a while but..” he took a deep breath in. He looked up to you and met your eyes. His eyes were glistening. “I like you.”

You stared at him, in shock. He dropped his head back to the ground, sighing.

Him? Liking you? What a load of bullshit

“This isn’t some kind of prank right? Don’t be fucking with me right now Hyunjin,” you said, shaking his arm trying to get him to look up. “Hyunjin. I swear to god.”

“Im not pranking you. I’m genuine. I.. have feelings for you. Ever since sophomore year. Wanna know why I’ve been always messing with you? To get your attention. It seemed to be working, so I kept doing it. I feared that if I stopped, then you’d also stop talking to me. Im always thinking about you. In the morning, during classes, at night before going to sleep? You’re always in my mind. Your smile means everything to me, your laugh is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, and the way you act with my sister? Gosh that added extra points. Im so in love with you, I can’t handle it. I just had to tell you sooner or later..” he finally looked up at you, allowing you to see the tears building up in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable, like he was on the verge of breaking down and bawling his eyes out.

You instinctively hugged him, tight. Patting his back.

“I.. like you too.” You whispered into his ear.

It’s true. Every time you kept hanging out with Hyunjin outside of school, you saw the real side of him, being playful to his sister, being nice to his parents, and being nice to you. The way he treated you got your heart fluttering even though you didn’t wanna admit it. He got you staying up late at night, daydreaming in class. He was everywhere.

He pulled away from you, staring into your eyes.

“You.. do?”

You nodded, smiling a little when the tears finally started to trickle down his cheek.

You hugged him back, whispering a little “jerk”. He slapped you on the back, chuckling when you yelped a little.

Ever since that day, you guys have been hanging out a lot through the weekends. Going out on small dates.

“you’re dating WHO?” Jisung yelled when you told him and Minho the following Monday at lunch.

“Hyunjin..” you muttered.

“Hyunjin? Like THE hwang hyunjin?” Minho asked in shock. You nodded, making their jaw drop.

“We grew a little closer as I was hanging out with his little sister,” you said, shoving food into your mouth. “He’s not that bad of a guy, he’s like very nice.”

“Very nice in your dreams” Jisung scoffed, shoving his own food in his mouth.

As you were laughing, you felt a pair of arms hugging you from behind. You turned around to see Hyunjin, smiling. He gave you a small peck on the cheek as he sat down.

“Hey,” he said, referring to Jisung and Minho. They said hi back, Jisung with an annoyed look on his face. You rolled your eyes, looking back at Hyunjin.

“Hi!” You greeted him, giving him a peck on the cheek back. Jisung jokingly, well at least you hope so, gagged. Minho just slapped him on the back.

It was Friday, meaning that the weekends were finally here. You decided to hang out at Hyunjin’s house, like you always did.

“Hey!” You greeted him once he opened the front door to let you in.

“Is that my hoodie?” Was the first thing he said when he saw you. You looked down to see what you were doing, laughing when you realized.

“Remember that time I spilled orange juice? And you gave me this hoodie? Its from then,” you said before pulling Hyunjin into a hug. His cheeks flushed.

His parents were going out on a nice dinner themselves, asking if you guys could watch Hyuna. It wasn’t anything new, so you happily accepted. Hyunjin just sighed.

“I wanted us to hang out..” he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out. You gave him a peck on his lips.

“We are,” you smugged. He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“It’s fine. Hyuna isn’t even that bad of a girl anyways. She’s cute, gentle, kind. And did I mention cute?” He gave a small breathy laugh. You turned your back against Hyunjin, calling out a “Hyuna~!” as you ran towards her room. Hyunjin sighed before quickly following your footsteps.

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Birds of a Feather

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K. Sato x fem!Reader

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02 ᯓ★ After a long 13 years, the pair reunite and get talking again, breaking the ice and reigniting that childhood spark through reliving memories, learning about each other and new lives.

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There is no way. The dark-haired man lowers the ugliest pair of reflective blue sunglasses and his grey eyes look into mine, a slight shimmer still seeping through. I knew those eyes, the ones that would gaze into mine with nothing short of love and adoration.“Sato?” In the moment I had no words. I felt my mouth go dry at the thought of what I should say, if he would apologise and if I should apologise. He returns his glasses to his eyes and puts a finger over his lips, pleading for me to keep it down. I nod at his request and motion over to a quieter spot in the cafe where I would wait for him to receive his drink then for us to finally talk, face to face after a long 13 years. I am quickly snapped out of my thoughts when the man behind us grumbles about how long I am taking, prompting me to flash him an apologetic look before moving to the smaller table near the edge of the restaurant. 

As much as I could deny the feeling, I was overjoyed to see my best friend again, even though I had planned on moving past that time in my life. Would it be suspicious if I claimed I remembered I had plans to tend to? It wouldn’t be a lie considering today was meant to be a Sunday reset, preparing for the long work week ahead of me. I sigh and start to fidget with the gold rings that adorned my fingers, that would not be right. I decided to endure our reunion until a daunting realisation hit me: the first time Kenji had to see me in over a decade was after I ran 5km, I was in sweatpants and a few days before my next hair and nail appointment. Damnit. I quickly recollect my emotions, realising there are more important things to worry about, what do I say after all this time?

It was as I was thinking of possible conversation starters, Kenji returned with what appeared to be a green smoothie. He sat in the cafe chair across me, resting his leg on the other as he leaned back, sinking into the soft leather of the chair. “Y/N, God, it's been ages. How have you been? ” He smiles, keeping on his sunglasses, probably to avoid being recognised. I don’t know what it was, but there was something about him now. Whether it was the arrogance he carried himself with, the protruding American accent or the stupid sunglasses that he wore, something had definitely changed. “Oh, I’ve been good.” I awkwardly reply, not knowing how to reply to his question. Sato had acknowledged the awkward tension that was currently suffocating us and had decided to take a different approach. “How was your workout?” He smiles as he takes in my appearance, “I guess you gotta keep fit with your modelling career, hm?” I slightly furrow my brows in confusion before realisation strikes, he remembered? “Oh, no. I work as a fighter pilot in the KDF. I never got into modelling.” I quickly noticed the surprise in his expression as he leaned in a bit closer. “Really? You always spoke about it as kids, how you would be the prettiest model, on all the front covers… not to mention you’ve got the looks.”  I let out a chuckle, “Thank you but I guess plans change.” “I guess, so what, are you following your parents' footsteps?” he asks with a complacent smile as he takes a sip of his drink. “Yeah, you could say that.” I nod and slightly smile, hoping my eyes would not betray my expression. “Anyways, Mr Baseball Sensation, what brings you back home?” 

“Oh, I guess I just wanted to try out something new, yknow? Help out the Giants, get them where they need to-“ His smug smirk fades as he momentarily pauses to look out the cafe window, noticing what appeared to be the paparazzi. People with cameras and notepads had flocked past the cafe, most probably in search of the infamous Kenji Sato. “Wanna get outta here?” he asks me, already having stood up with his possessions in hand. “Uh, sure” I smile, 

. . . 

“Did that really happen?” I ask, trying to contain my laughter as Ken and I were aimlessly walking down the street. We had moved long past the cafe although we initially planned to take a short stroll before parting ways and going back to living our lives separately. I was relieved the tension quickly diminished as the short stroll had become a walk, that was surely over an hour, where Kenji had told me about his crazy experiences in America, baseball and his newfound celebrity lifestyle. “Of course it did, I'm like the greatest baseball player in the league.” He pridefully says as he puts his arm around my shoulder as we walk. I smiled as I appreciated the moment, not realising how much I had missed this, even if he may have gotten a bit cocky, I had still missed Ken Sato. I snapped out of my thoughts as I noticed we had come to a sudden stop. “Eh, Y/N,” Kenji leans slightly closer to my height, whispering in a hushed tone, “isn’t that the park we used to go to as kids?” 

“It is.” We walk into the park’s entrance and I smile as flashbacks from the past return. All the afternoons after baseball matches, the days we would feed the ducks while our mothers spoke and all the bumps and bruises from falling off the jungle gym flood my memories. “Race you?” I ask him with a smile. “Race? Aren’t we a little too old for that? Plus we are gonna get all kinds of-“

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“What are you scared of losing?” I furrow my brows and scoff. Me? Greatest baseball player ever? Bullshit. “Fine, let's race.” I remove my arm from its comfortable spot around her shoulder and get into position, ready to disprove her. “To the big tree, the one by the lake.” I nod, focusing on beating Y/N. “I’ll count. One, two, three-“ Before I could say go, Y/N already started running, getting a pretty good headstart ahead of me. Still a cheater. I sigh as I work to quickly catch up to her, refusing to lose to Y/N. After managing to carry me past her, smiling as the giant oak made itself visible to me knowing I would secure victory. As I looked back to see how far in the dust I left Y/N behind, I was astonished to notice how she was passing me, quickly too. I watched as her dark curls bounced as she ran past me, making me forget we were even racing. As her laugh filled the early spring air, I couldn’t help but admire her. She's grown so much from when I last saw her, somehow even more beautiful than before. I am snapped out of my thoughts when I notice how close she is to the tree. I regain focus and push myself, still aiming to beat her in the race. I feel my hair start to break free from its usual style, my fringe falling to my forehead due to the speed I was running. Although I slightly struggle to catch up to her pace but manage to do so and hurry to touch the tree, making sure I win this. Just as I am about to close the gap between the oak and myself, she touches the tree before me. 

“I win,” She says in a breathy voice as she slumps against the tree and leans her back against it, a tired smile plastered on her glossed lips. “I beat you.” I roll my eyes and join her on the floor, leaning against the tree to rest. “Yeah, 'cause you cheated.” “Just sounds like someone is being a hater.” She chuckles. I shake my head and remove my sunglasses, resting them on my head in an attempt to push my fringe back. “Whatever.” I look over her, a content smile on my face. “ Wanna get ice cream?”

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Hello! New anon here, I want to say that I really like your www series!!! I literally binge-read the entire series in one go till' I hit past midnight with how much I fell in love with your writing! I also love how you portray the reader! While I do like strong MCs, I think www reader is endearing in a special way, since it's completely understandable to be like that considering of all the things she's been through, and will get into later on. And so, I was wondering if I can ask a few questions about the bat boys? Feel free to ignore if this bothers you by the way

So for my question, what if (a big IF, since it's seems unlikely that it'll happen) the Girl failure flat out rejected the Batboys? Girl failure's reason can be anything really, but will their reactions be different if it's somehow because Girl failure has her eyes on someone else? Maybe she fell hard for a random Chad civilian she just met in the city, or worse- a villain, or a criminal, to which Girl failure has absolutely no clue of their true identity.

That's all! Also, I know you probably get this a lot, but we appreciate all of the efforts you put in your writings! Remember, don't push yourself too hard, and make sure to take all of the rest you need!

-🎲 (can I be the die anon? Just in case I want to send more asks in the future)

Wahhh thank you for the kind words!! I'm super happy you like reader as well, she's so... she's got so much heart yknow. Underdog supreme.

Also the question... Some of this stuff would be spoilers I think, but I can definitely tell you what would happen if girl failure ended up falling for someone else. First of all, there's going to be serious upset from all the guys. They'd react in different ways but majorly they don't want to take out their feelings on you so... so poor chad civilian/villain i guess.

If it's a civilian, it's going to be a slow take down of everything he has/loves and making sure it's all HIS fault (they set him up in situations but he has to be the one who does it) and that you get to watch him crumble. They're not doing anything wrong! They're just showing you how terrible and not worth your time this guy was... Yeah, it sucks, but at least you have them! And they have movies and popcorn so just come and cuddle and it'll be fine :)!!

If it's a villain, things are a lot more simple. Bro's either going straight in the slammer or dying via some horrible accident. Now that you mention it civilian chad probably dies that way a few months later too. They comfort you as always :D

(Also yes! you've got 🎲 anon, I'll add it to the list :))

[luvzxr]

Innocence

nsfw (18+) mdni please. I think I'd actually cry.

Not 100% sure where this fic is gonna be taken as I'm the type of go with the flow writer. This may contain heavy subjects such as; depression, alcohol and alcohol abuse, slight age gap? (by a few years in my head. Not much.) possible smut. Possible mentions of gore but I probably won't go heavy on that. If I do I'll put a bigger warning in the future on the chapters that are heavy with them!

Hello! I figured I'd start on a series because I personally love longer series and the anticipation of waiting for wonderful writers to bring out new parts just hits different. I will personally be using an OC that goes by the name Sophie Hayes but going along with this fic it will be Sophie Redfield :). You are more than welcome to use your own name or a personal oc name however! I prefer to use names rather y/n or you/your! I've loved the name Sophie after reading a fanfic years ago on Wattpad and I fell in love instantly with the name so we'll be using my Sophie girl as the main character but like I said, you are more than welcome to use your own name or a personal oc name to fill that in for yourself!

ahem. Anywayss.

Description: The youngest and most innocent member of the redfield siblings finds herself falling for a the broken and not so innocent blonde agent whose been a well known long term friend with her two older siblings.

Word count: 2,294

Bang, bang, bang.

The entirety of my body jolting at every kickback that was shot from the firearms my current older brother, Chris, was using for his daily target practice. I couldn't help the wincing and jolts; I shouldn't be here.

I couldn't express to you how many times I tried to tug on the man's sleeve, shirt or even gentle taps to his shoulder to ask him when we were leaving but I barely got a direct answer from the him at all.

"Chris," I tugged on the shoulder strap of his bullet proof vest. I was beginning to feel more agitated by every passing second we stayed inside the echoing room that smelled nothing of gun powder. "My ears are starting to hurt from the noise. When can we go?"

"Throw these on Soph. They should help with the noise," he placed a pair of noise reduction headphones over my ears and the gave a few pats to my head before his attention was directed back to his previous target practice shenanigans.

But even with headphones my ears felt like they were throbbing against the muffled fabric, the thudding of my own heartbeat was getting overwhelming and even a teensy bit aggravating.

Stepping back to my previous seating with a sigh, knowing we'd probably be here for another hour or two, hell even three before he decides to even take it upon himself to rest and I felt like I was only losing a consistent battle with him.

The thing about Chris is he was the most stubborn sibling out of Him, Claire and I. He didn't budge half the time and even went on to say 'it wouldn't hurt for me to teach you a few things yknow.' And he wasn't entirely wrong but I hated everything that had to do with weaponry and violence, it made me feel queasy and left an unsettling feeling at the pit of my stomach just having my frail hands wrapped around the grip of a singular handgun.

The thing about me, however is if I push his buttons hard enough— guilt him. He might actually budge just a little bit and it grew to be a personal trick up the sleeve that both Claire and I used against him when we wanted something and he wasn't caving. Often times it worked more with me than with her so she always had me do the dirty work in that aspect.

However, I chose not to this time around. I chose to leave the heap of stubborn known as my brother alone because I knew in his eyes this was some sort of stress relief. It was serotonin regardless of how violent and unnerving I found it myself because to him this was what heaven looked like, served to him on a silver platter.

Here, he didn't have to worry about his life being on the line or other lives grasped in the palm of his hands. He didn't have to look the poor individuals in the eye as the light faded from them and leave yet another feeling of emptiness in his heart.

I winced at the mere thought itself.

I didn't have it in me to take that away from him. Not now.

Instead I sat like the good little sister I was and chose to endure the consistent bang after bang, each shot hitting somewhere between the head and shoulders of the practice dummies out in the range.

Running a hand through my hair, I sit with my arms folded over my chest, bouncing my left leg in anticipation and eagerness just to get out of this situation. I needed something to do besides stare off into the abyss because I couldn't even manage that, the sound of the reload and kick back of the trigger was the only thing my mind could focus on.

I allowed my cheeks to puff out. I should of stayed at home. I could be curled up in my comfy two set of pink Bugs Bunny sleep attire with some stupid film set on the television right now with some stupid microwaveable meal set perfectly on my lap. Hell, even popcorn would do. Anything was better than this. Doesn't sound like an appealing activity to spend your Friday Night, but anything was better than where I currently was.

You'd think that any 29 year old man would be at a bar checking out some girls that wore too little of clothing or just enough to hide what any man would be drowning in their own set of lust just thinking about it. That's an average thought for a man, right? That was fun to them especially if they were single. Instead, Chris was found here almost every day at the butt crack of dawn with no other excuse other than 'I need to practice my aim.' Though even I could read right through that lie.

I guess I shouldn't be judging the guy, it might come back to bite me in the ass because every morning for myself was the same thing just like him.

Wake up, quickly brush through my set of pearly whites and then rush down to the living room TV where my two other siblings would find me sitting until noon on most days watching the old cartoon channel where Bugs and the little annoying RoadRunner bird were to be found.

I realize I am 25 years old and that was probably a child like way to spend my mornings but I didn't necessarily care. It has been my morning routine since I was a little kid and it wasn't about to change just because people looked to me as if I was too old to be doing that.

I snapped out of my momentary thoughts of the night I could be having if I didn't allow Chris to drag me from my spot on the couch. The singular door to the range slide open, snapping my head to catch a glimpse of the figure emerging, he was hard not to notice.

"Chris,"

My brother took notice immediately, slipping his own set of headphone off to rest around his neck. His pistol being set to safety before resting it on the small counter in front of him, "Leon."

Leon had been a old friend of both Claire and Chris over the years, Claire being the first to of met the blonde years back in Raccoon City when all hell broke lose. He picked her up at a gas station that was swarmed with nothing but the undead, helped her through the mess even while separated and then the rest was history. In more ways than one I was thankful for him.

We weren't close like he was with my siblings. I knew little to nothing about his personal life and I suppose that was reciprocated when it came to him— he knew nothing about me other than I was the youngest out of the Redfield siblings.

I'd see him around the house every once in a while and usually the only interactions we ever made were small head nods or a wave of some kind but it was never a conversation. Maybe, if I was lucky— I'd get a 'Hey Soph.' But that even was a bit rare to hear from him. We kept to our own and I suppose that had something to do with the age difference and how I didn't work under D.S.O or even in the line of work that Claire took on. I worked at a little Café on the corner not far from where Claire, Chris and I all lived. A nine to five average job.

I was hardly ever in the loop with the three of them unless Absolutely necessary. Sometimes it irritated me and other times I was thankful for it.

"I'm gonna be heading out for the night but," I watched as the duffle bag that was hanging from his left shoulder was slightly moved to the front of him, rummaging through and pulled out what seemed to be a case file, "Director Winston wanted you to take a look at this. Our next case I suppose."

Chris had taken the flimsy case file into his grasp, giving Leon an appreciative head nod, "Sure. I'll take a look when I head home."

Yeah right. Like we would be leaving anytime soon.

I wrapped my arms over the top of the chair, my upper torso turned to face in their direction and I rested my chin down on my forearm all while my eyes fluttered shut. Sleep had really started to take a toll on my mind and body as of recently and as of now, I suppose it was showing quite a bit now.

I was still currently in College and as much as I loved my current job because of the customers and the environment in general was always something I looked forward to, It wasn't something I planned to do for the rest of my life. I somewhat had a plan for my future-- Something both Claire and Chris pounded into my head until it eventually stuck. They'd constantly lecture me on how I just needed to find something I loved to do, something I'd enjoy and wouldn't look at it like a job but rather a hobby but It wasn't like I needed much convincing from either of them.

I watched both of my siblings fight off all the bioterrorists and B.O.W.'s for years. I watched each of them fall apart and be forced to pick those pieces up on their own, one by one. I was a first hand witness to see how the innocence and light they once held in their eyes had faded away until it was nothing more than an old shell of who they use to be, drowning in the darkest parts of them would then you find maybe a small glimpse of their happy nature they once held.

In some sort of way, I understood their need for me to go to college, to have at least one of us find normalcy because deep down I suppose they knew I'd fall into that same work unless they drilled into my head where I needed to be.

It wasn't so bad, the only complaint I ever had was the bags under my eyes that I could only imagine were big enough to carry groceries if I wanted them to. And not the flimsy, small bags of dairy or maybe those small boxes of chex mix you'd snag from the shelves. No, I'm talking about the gallon of milk they'd have to double bag. The twenty four pack of soda you'd struggle to haul in through the front door. Hell, even the cases of water. I could carry all of it under the honey pools of my face.

I must of found my way into a short slumber because the last thing I remembered was faintly hearing both Leon and Chris murmuring amongst themselves over that file. Now, here I was with a few taps to my shoulder and both men looking down at me with what seemed to be amusement in both of their eyes.

"Cmon Sophie. Leon offered to take you home."

Oh thank god.

It was like heaven hitting my ears in nothing but pure bliss with the mere though of my aching back hitting the plush of that mattress waiting for me at home. I was practically jumping for joy on the inside, bouncing off every wall inside my head.

I rubbed the tired from my eyes with my palms, groggily speaking, "oh okay," a soft yawn escaping through all while I pushed and forced myself up from rather uncomfortable hunk of mental I had been sitting in for the past six hours now.

Hearing a chuckle from both men at me turning my gaze towards them but I couldn't find it in me to give a gentle glare or even a playful scowl because I was far too tired to do such a thing.

Both Leon and I begun heading out towards the door, my legs having a mind of their own to drag me around for the short period they needed to. I heard Chris call out to us which earned him a rather irritable groan from me that I though was only amongst myself but ended up being a little louder than intended.

"Make sure she gets through the door," he was in the process of placing those god awful set of headphones back over his ears.

"Will do," I heard Leon call back, giving a lazy thumbs up. He was trying to leave as soon as possible and I knew that. Chris however, was not and I could tell he was treating it like I was being babysat inside of just a drop off to the house.

"Key is in the small flower pot to the left of the door,"

"Got it,”

"Oh! also Soph, don't stay up too late. You got classes tomorrow. I better not see you up late or I-"

I finally had enough, finishing his sentence for him, "Kick my ass. Yes, I know. Can we go now?" I huffed, motioning towards the door with almost a whiney tone to my voice but I couldn't care less right now.

He let out a husky laugh, although I didn't find it very funny he was taking up more of my time I could be using to get a decent eight hours of sleep. But with a wave of his hand I was practically pushing Leon with my palms to get moving before he started talking all over again like he was a babysitter of some sort and giving Leon a run down on how to handle me as if I needed yet another person worrying about me in my corner.

[chocotonez]

skz + accidentally breaking s/o’s important item

a/n this is for @kimnari23 !! thanks so much for requesting, feel free to ask me to rewrite it if you don’t like it :) (reposted due to some formatting errors)

warnings/genre: more fluff than angst tbh, crying, somewhat of a crack fic but it’s just my humor sorry, swearing, small arguments/banter, g/n reader but mentions of reader owning makeup and jewelry, tell me if anything else should be tagged!

chan

-kinda sees his life flash before his eyes as soon as your favorite mug hit the tiled floor

-he doesn’t want to buy a replacement because that ruins the whole sentimental value and the reason you loved that mug so much, but he doesn’t want you to be upset, and-

-the door swung open and you found chan just blankly staring at the shattered mug, before looking up at you and quickly hugging you

-“I’m so so so sorry”

-profusely apologizing and asks what he can do to make it better, is super patient and lets you sulk as much as you want

-buys you a bunch of gifts to apologize but he always reminds you that he knows how much that mug meant to you

-he doesn’t want to see you upset especially towards him, so he does a ton to try and make up for it

lee know

-he ruined your favorite dress shirt by washing it with a bunch of other clothes

-your dress shirt was now tinted a weird brownish purple from another one of your clothing articles, and the second it came out of the wash he didn’t even realize it was that shirt you loved and folded it as usual, placing it in your dresser

-“minho!!” “what?” “my shirt!”

-immediately feels extremely bad, doesn’t know if he should lie and be like “omg how did that happen” or if he should fess up right now as you sigh and huff over your shirt being ruined

-he’ll tell you at some point but he’s very scared you’ll just never forgive him so he buys like 20 of the same shirt to make sure if he makes a mistake you’ll have a back up!!

-tries to lighten your sour mood as much as possible, not so you’ll stop being upset but just so you’ll stop being upset at him

-“I mean the color isn’t even that ugly, you always pull off anything anyways-“ “don’t even rn”

changbin

-he was just walking when he stepped on something and immediately let out a string of swearing before he saw that he stepped on one of your favorite bracelets, and it was now broken

-probably goes full mechanical engineer and tries to figure out how to fix it but it doesn’t work and he’s crying and you come home to him covered in glue and tape with a broken bracelet in his hands

-apologizing a ton and trying to explain that it wasn’t at all intentional, yada yada

-it’s almost comical how he was just as upset as you were over the broken bracelet, but once you get over the initial disappointment he gives you any space or support you need

-makes you a new bracelet using youtube and patience he didn’t know he had

-as long as you’re happy <333 he’s happy <333

-puts the broken bracelet up somewhere as a decoration, so you don’t have to throw it away and you can still technically use it-just as decoration

-“I mean it looks good with that vase, don’t you think? Kidding, you know I’m sorry!”

hyunjin

-probably makes this 😐 face when he sees that he knocked over his drink onto your favorite book

-the book was special because of how much love and annotating you poured into it, the lovingly marked pages and the amount of notes combated the text of the book itself, pressed flowers in the cover and little notes from friends, the book wasn’t even about the content, just the memories

-and now it was stained with coffee and melted ice

-yknow that one scene from the incredibles?? where the dad dries a book w a hair blower?? he tries that but starts a small fire and immediately goes to air drying

-“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to fix this?”, does his best to communicate a solution with you because he feels so guilty lmao

-really appreciates if you’re patient/understanding, but he also gets it if you get upset or have a bit of an outburst

-would probably transcribe all of your favorite notes, pages, save the pressed flowers and your favorite bookmark, he would do his best to preserve what was left of the soggy pages

-tbh this one isn’t too bad, so maybe u two reach a point where you fixed the book back to a satisfactory point! :)

han

-“shitshitshitshitshit” -his mind, realizing he’s practically chewed off a whole part of your lucky pen

-he asked to borrow one, and since you love ur boyfie sm you gave him your lucky pen so he could annotate lyrics or notes for a song he was producing, and then he got too lost in thought and then he started chewing on your pen as a habit and-

-very forward about it but also very scared you’ll hate him forever tbh, but he still jokes about it?? he’s strange like that tbh

-“uhm. well I personalized it for you??” “huh-yOU ATE MY PEN?”

-comforts you a ton and gives you lots of hugs and kisses to make up for it, even holds a little pseudo funeral for the pen so you can mourn

-honestly makes the whole ordeal a lot of fun, even though you were obviously upset

-took you stationary shopping as an apology gift and let you pick out any pretty pen you wanted, and promised he would just use those cheap ballpoint ones from now on

felix

-shocked pikachu face when he accidentally broke the charm off one of your earrings

-it wasn’t even fixable as the piece on the earring that held the charm broke off too, so even if he did piece it back together it would be uneven and clunky compared to the other one

-facetimes you immediately to explain what happened or tells you immediately so you don’t have to find out yourself, he feels it’s better for you to know straight up

-probably sulks away for a hot minute cuz he’s teary eyed but he doesn’t want you to comfort him, you need to cry too

-once you calm yourself down and reassure the both of you that it’s okay and that it’s just an earring, it’s not shattered or rusted, and it’s okay!

-lots of hugs, maybe he even helps you repurpose the earring into something else, putting the charm on the bracelet or smth like that

-probably ends up surprising you w another pair of earrings you’ve been eyeing

seungmin

-brb googling breakable items that hold sentimental value I’m running out of ideas

-anyways he accidentally dropped an eyeshadow palette you adored, a gift from a loved one and he watched all the pigment spill out

-you know those tik toks of ladies who fix makeup really well with all those fancy tools?? tries to do that but ends up messing it up further and is just like “well fuck”

-buys you another one in advance, he knows it’s not the same as the eyeshadow palette was important cuz of the sentimental value, but at least you’ll still have the colors

-“I’m really sorry about this, it wasn’t intentional, promise.”, probably the most nonchalant about this?? not that he doesn’t care, but I gave him a bit of a superficial item and he also just finds it as a problem with an easy solution

-but don’t get me wrong he definitely listens and hears you out if you’re seriously upset, gives you a lot of support even if he doesn’t really understand why you’re that upset

-but he’ll never ever make you feel bad for feeling <3

jeongin

-I’m totally running out of ideas for breakable things that would hold sentimental value so I’m just gonna say he accidentally threw away a photo you really loved

-it was you and your loved ones, taken at a restaurant on a polaroid camera celebrating your birthday, it was your fave pic ever and you carried it ever

-but you got a new wallet and left a lot of crumpled receipts and miscellaneous stuff out and he just wanted to help you clean :((

-and by unlucky coincidence you only discovered it was missing after trash day, and you were turning the apartment upside down to try and find your favorite Polaroid, only for jeongin to remember a polaroid in the pile of trash

-immediately panicking and questioning his entire life decisions

-“uhm…I think I threw it away I’m gonna be so fr w you babe”, and there’s literally nothing he can do about it so he’s honestly so devastated because he just hates seeing you upset

-I think he’s a bit pushy about it and wants to fix the problem as soon as possible, he obvs understands the emotional value but seeing ou sad breaks his heart

-for ur next birthday he makes sure to replicate the photo on a Polaroid camera for new memories tho :,)

-lots of cuddling and apologies, he’s probably just as upset as you in this situation and is hard on himself for missing something so important

-you both r comforted in knowing you can just make new memoriesmemories :)

-for your next birthday he replicates the photo for your new wallet tho :)

[happy-mimin]

ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP, IM AT MY LIMIT WITH YOU!!! your smut is so fucking good ON GOD (and I’m an atheist 😫) so, like, about toby and the whole baby trapping thing…. uhhhhh. could you maybe like, do some hc or a short little story? pretty please 🥺

Yes baby, I can.

I don’t know whyyyyyyyyy but it’s been itching at my brain for that Drabble I did of Toby for a while.

Dark content? Dark content. I know y’all hypocrites see that warning so don’t get mad at me.

☇ ♡ “Shhhhh… my d-darling.” Calming down was like a needle in a haystack when the man behind you was enjoying the rancid fear spilling from your body. He can smell it. You cried out loud with a small shriek, his rough palm pressing so gently against your lower abdomen as he then gently massaged it.

She’d bite into the dirty cloth that kept her noise’s muffled with ease. Her focus all over the place whilst he climbed on top of your small frame, making sure to press his weight into you to keep your squirming still.

“H…Hey..h-hey, easy there. I’m not gonna kill you, y-y-yknow?” He said, like there was venom behind those words. You knew Toby was sweet, he always were to you. Bringing you candies, telling you stories about his family, and even little jewelry here and there. So you cried, wondering why he was doing this to you now. His rough hands pulled at the corners of your sweatpants with ease, letting the clothing tug as far to past your knees before you yelped when a familiar hand was caressing your hot sex.

He gritted his teeth.

Tears began to swell in your lash line as he eased his finger into your hole, serenading you with sweet words of encouragement as if he was your lover. “You got this..s-so wet..” he’d press his lips into the nape of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your adrenaline and perfume. He couldn’t help but shiver, a twisted grin displaying on the man lips when he started to pump his finger in a back and forth motion, which led you to believe he was actually going through with this. Toby gleamed his eyes into your own with an eagerness growing every time his slick digits would pull from your slick pussy.

The embarrassment took it’s course from there on with the little wave of pleasure as well, subconsciously you’d open your thighs wider for more stimulation and he took the hint. Gladly removing his belt and pulling his hand away from your hot sex, never breaking eye contact once when he’ll pull his weight off of you and use both of his arms to pull your legs closer to his broad shoulders. You keened as he positioned his girth against your pussy, the cream slightly admitting from it being used as the only lube before he heaved when feeling the tight muscles of your entrance suck in his tip. “O-Oh god.” He cried softly. The man not even wanting to hold back before he plunged his girth into the warm embrace of your womb, y/n eyes damn there rolling to the skies before he started this ravaging pace.

Y/n moaned in euphoria and disgust almost at the same time, each time he’ll rock his back and forth in such an motion that had her pussy leaking into the sheets of the bed. He reached his hand over the bed frame to grab ahold of it in a vice grip, your moans were so sweet, like honey dripping down your lips each and every time he’ll make sure to hit that one gooey spot. “I need to put a baby in y-…you..youuu..” Toby would coo next to your ear in a pant, while you were to drunk out to understand what he said. Wet sounds of sex filled the room by now, along with the audible creaking of the bed before he stopped for a moment and grabbing onto your hips quickly before lifting you up from the mattress. “Toby..- ??!” You choked immediately when he had you pierced on his cock once more in this new position.

“Fuck fuck fuck fUU..!!!” He’ll never forget how your pussy was gripping at him right now, the delirious twitches to the sudden grips as he continued to fuck you dumb. Poor you by now was on your last bit of energy and even stamina. Letting your “best friend” use you like a breeding hole until he was satisfied with the result of you having his baby. “Ouuu..w-wait..!!” You’ll cry because of the sudden wetness that started to soak his girth, which resulted in Toby throwing his head back in soft bliss and a growl as he felt him and you climax together. You’re mouth became gaped open from such ecstasy, though you could still feel his hot seed fill you to the brim of your cervix and even some oozing out from your womb.

“Oh..o-oh..Your a mommy now. I-I-I’m..so happy.” He’ll exclaim into the shell of your ear softly, while placing his sweaty palm against your back and plopping down onto the covers with you as well. You were trapped.

[cryingpariah]

Royals dead and fled! The end of the most important Reverie in history! Pt 1

Feathers on metal. It’s a very uncommon sound in the world, a sound any normal person would go their whole life without hearing.

Jackie was not given such a pleasure. At much too early o'clock the sound of feathers on metal hit her ears. She tossed the blanket over her head and scrunched her knees to her chest, ignoring it as best she could. Alas, the sound continued.

“Up and at em Jackie! Big News is happening!”

“Kindly sod off, it’s too early for this!”

“It’s 1:30pm.”

True, it was well past noon at this point but she had gotten back at 5am! And was only able to go to bed at 7am! Is it so wrong to want 8 hours of rest? She certainly didn’t think so!

“Irrelevant, I’m sleeping right now and there’s no news big enough in the world to-.”

“It’s about the Reverie.”

….

The door opened, revealing the Living Log Pose in all her Victorian nightgown glory. She leaned on the doorframe, a petulant frown on her lips but that sly sparkle of interest in her eyes.

“What about the Reverie exactly?”

Morgan grinned. “A inside source seemed to have run into some trouble and has agreed to divulge some insider information in exchange for sanctuary.”

Jackie's eyebrows shot up. While the World Economic Journal does get to report on the Reverie, it’s never anything particularly surprising: it’s always playing paparazzi for incoming royals, changing policies she’s never heard of and swearing to crack down on the ever growing pirate population.

This year promised more, with the arrival of the Royal Family from Fishman Island with the first topside appearance of the Mermaid Princess herself and the reinstatement of the Riku family as the proper rulers of Dressrosa, there had been so much to report on that first day. But, as usual, they were “asked to leave” as “the royal families do not feel comfortable with the heavy scrutiny of the press looming over them.”

(Jackie would have argued that people in their positions that hold the power they do should have tougher skin if a little street interview has them shaking in their crowns but at the time she was too busy placing free roaming Den Den mini cameras around the area, yknow, just in case.)

“Ignoring the moral dubiousness of only letting them seek refuge because they have information we want..”

“It’s just good business! Push and pull, we scratch their back and they scratch ours.”

“I’m still ignoring it, who exactly is the mystery contact?”

A brief, almost comedic silence overtop them. Big News Morgan had quite the obvious tell when he was trying to soften whatever blow he was about to deliver to his apprentice. Be it more overtime or a last minute meeting with Germa Princes that she had no choice but to attend, he always found a way to sneak a suspiciously comforting feathered hand on her shoulder. Now was no different.

She shrugged him off. “Sir, who is the contact who's going to be living with us on this ship for the foreseeable future?”

“…King Wapol of the Evil Black Drum Kingdom.”

A quick slam and she was back to relocking her door. “Never come to my door with such nonsense again or I’m putting in my two weeks notice.”

“Save the dramatics for the headlines, he’s not that bad!”

“A man who abandoned his kingdom to flee from pirates, got lost, the kingdom both survived and got better without him, eventually returns only get quite literally kicked out does not fill me with confidence in his honesty.”

“All true but he’s really turned his life around since then! We’ve written all about his climb to success, it was a very popular issue! Plus he’s too much of a blubbering coward to lie to us. Anyway him and his companion need our help.”

“First of all, that issue was only popular at the time and forgive me I don’t want my ear drums constantly bleeding from his “Oh thank you Miss Jackie-chan, oh it’s no problem Miss Jackie-chan.” or whatever fresh hell his fiancé is going to bring-.”

“His fiancé is still at the Reverie.”

Jackie stopped mid rant. She glared at the door, her hand once again hovering over the locks.

“Who’s with him then?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, but I do know a way we can find out.”

Ugh, damn her curious nature. She kept the latch chain but cracked the door just slightly open.

“Fine, how exactly am I getting them on board?”

“We're heading over to them as we speak. They’ve apparently snuck onto the cargo hold of some oblivious aristocrats. I’ll be “conducting an interview” while you put the Arrow Arrow fruit to good use.”

She sighed but couldn’t contain the thrum of excitement coursing through her. Despite the Wapol-ness of their most current harebrained scheme, she wasn’t the kind of person who wouldn’t follow through, especially with the potential scoop of a lifetime on the line.

“Alright you bossy bastard I’m in. I can be ready in 30.”

“Glad to hear it! Oh and take your time, we’ve still got 5 hours before we get there.”

“…..SO WHAT IN THE HELL POSSESSED YOU TO WAKE ME UP NOW?!”

It was too late, he had already began striding off muttering fake interview questions to himself and cooing over their guests arrival. She was left hovering in her own doorway steaming mad and unfortunately very awake.

(She’d let his transgressions slide, but only for now. Later she’d find a chance to have him see her reading “The big book of bird recipes: Albatross edition.” That always freaks him out.)

[saintsenara]

Madam. Hi. I'm back.

I am so so curious to know your thoughts on the casting of the 'Marauders'-era characters in the films.

This thought process was triggered by your previous answer to an ask where you said you were not a fan of Alan Rickman as Snape. I personally think it would have impacted the storytelling quite profoundly if they had cast Harry's parents, and their friends, age-accurately.

A few reasons come to mind for me.

Re Lily and James. Not that the Potters' death wouldn't always have been tragic, but seeing 22-year-olds get killed would have definitely hit differently. And in Deathly Hallows p2, when the resurrection stone brings them back, they would have looked very close in age to Harry himself, and that would have hurt real bad to see, really putting things in perspective for the viewer. Basically I'm a slut for pain and I want tragedy and heartache and messy tears.

Re the teachers. This also applies to Remus, specifically, whom I afford a special place in all this. I know the teachers are supposed to be Adults in the eyes of children [the target audience for the first two-ish films], and characters like Lockhart, [who is btw canonically FOUR YEARS younger than James and Lily??] are supposed to serve that (very British) storytelling purpose of the Silly Adult, and later Evil Adult. Snape is also an Evil Adult, Mathilda-style, so I GET that children need to see them as Old People. BUT, children view anyone over the age of 20 as adults??? So like, 30-ish year old teachers look very mature to them and can serve this purpose just fine imho. Anyways, I digress. The reason I would want them to be younger, as they should have been according to the text, simply has to do with the audience relating to them. These are just different stories when these people are in their 20s and 30s when Harry is a kid. Also, the first generation of HP fans would now be their age, opening up a whole new avenue of feelings when watching the films. Watching the films as a kid and identifying with the children vs. watching it as in your 20s and 30s and identifying with Harry's dead parents, Snape, Lupin, etc., would be such a wonderful thing to feel!!!

Re. Sirius. The above points mentioned all obviously also apply to Sirius, but I still think he warrants a special mention. Being 33 and having spent the past 12 years in Azkaban and DYING aged 35??? It's just a different story than a middle-aged man imho. I hope I don't sound terribly ageist, because of course dying at 45 is premature, but it's still different, yknow?

A final, petty note. The chronology of it makes no sense. When we meet him, Gary Oldman's Sirius is not a boy who was sent to prison aged 21, where he has been for the past 12 years. There's a good 10 years missing there by the looks of him, so what's up? Same with Lily and James, it just cracks me up that these people look middle-aged. What do you mean they look middle-aged, they've done nothing but graduate from school and DIE????

These are my countless cents on the matter, and I am very curious to know your thoughts if you would be so kind as to share.

i don't love a couple of the performances [not just alan rickman's, but gary oldman's], but i've been forced into neutrality on the actual casting ever since the films came out by the twist of fate that one of my best friends has never read the books.

[and - in a sign of just how culturally dominant harry potter was in the 2000s - is the only person my age i've ever met who hasn't.]

and seeing her try to understand the films was a trip...

i think those of us who started with the books - or read the books quite soon after seeing the films - don't realise quite how hard the films are to follow if you have no understanding of the basic outline of the story. which is to say, i agree that something is lost in not casting the marauders generation age-accurately - the great tragedy of the priori incantatem or resurrection stone scenes in the book versions of goblet of fire and deathly hallows, for example, is that harry and james are basically indistinguishable because james died when he was only a few years older than harry - but, since the films needed to be accessible not only to people who'd never read the books, but to people who'd never seen another film in the series, the very obvious visual distinction between the two generations makes it easier to understand who's who. if - in the philosopher's stone film - harry had looked into the mirror of erised and seen an age-accurate james, many viewers would - i think - have assumed he was looking at his future self, meaning either that the running time would need to be increased so that it could be explained that he wasn't, or the audience would have to be left not understanding the emotional heft of what they'd just seen.

a longer-form adaptation - if they ever make the tv show, not that i'll watch it if they do - will have the space to do the casting age-accurately [and will also, i imagine, feel less beholden to shoehorning in as many british establishment luvvies as possible]. but the films get a pass on this one, i fear.

[thedeathdeelers]

idk i feel like we’ve already talked about this (we did!! it’s here!! by the lovely @mac-lilly) but a sweet home alabama-ish juke au. yknow. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers again

mostly for this scene:

“nice dress,” he shouts over the rain and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. “where’s your husband?” he barely throws a glance at her, his eyes quickly averting back to his task at hand — burying the rods deeper i to the sand.

julie is drenched from head to toe, her wedding dress ruined, her hair a nightmare — her make up is probably leaking all over her face, and her feet are aching. but as she gets ready to give him her answer, she can’t help but smile — a genuine one.

“i’m looking at him,” she says simply.

luke stops moving, his back to her as his arms hang on either side of the metal rod he was now gripping with a little more force than necessary.

for a moment neither of them say anything, with only the sound of nature roaring around them.

it represented them well — the pouring rain, the crashing waves; the thunderous clouds and blinding lightning: it was a lot, all-encompassing and overwhelming.

their love was a force of nature, and they both knew it.

luke slowly turns around, hands dropping to his sides.

“what are you talking about?” his eyes scan the darkened area behind her, trying to spot the blond head he knows will inevitably pop up. “where’s nick?” he finally asks when he fails to see him.

“he’s not here, luke,” she says, taking a step towards him. luke’s eyes are back on her, as he watches her warily. what was she up to? torturing him until the last minute?

“he left for new york an hour ago.”

just hearing the name of the city that had become julie’s new home reminds luke why he had tried so hard to guard his heart.

he nods brusquely at julie, walking past her as he shouts over his shoulder.

“you should hurry and catch up to him — wouldn’t want to miss your wedding night.” he grimaces as the words leave his mouth, instantly regretting it.

he sounded petty. and he also definitely didn’t want to picture julie on her wedding night with someone…..that wasn’t him.

luke stops to pick up his equipment off the ground, shaking his head as he digs around in the sand to make sure he doesn’t leave anything behind.

“i’m not joining him.”

luke stops moving, his fingers freezing mid-search as her words slowly sink in.

she couldn’t-

she didn’t-

“we didn’t get married, luke.”

her words hit him like a bag of bricks, dropping everything he had picked up as he slowly straightens up, his back still to her.

he takes in a deep breath- and another, eyes closed and fists clenched as he tries to squash down the hope that stubbornly started rising up in his chest.

“why not?”

“apparently,” she starts, her voice slowly getting closer. “…we’re still married.”

luke’s eyes snap open at her statement, swirling around to find her standing only a few feet away.

“still married? but i signed the papers, just like you asked me to.”

“yeah well turns out…i kinda forgot to.” she shrugs, shoulders moving up and down as a small smile makes its way on her face.

“forgot?” he asks incredulously. “forgot?”

luke groans as he rakes his fingers through his hair, letting out a humourless laugh.

“julie,” he says, eyes on hers. “what do you want?”

“you,” she answers simply. “you were my first kiss,” she continues, taking a step closer. “and i want you to be the last.”

that throws him off for a second, recalling a time when they were kids and julie had told him the exact same thing.

they were older now- things were different…right?

luke just shakes his head to clear it, and asks again.

“no i mean- what do you want to be married to me for anyway? wasn’t nick what you were always looking for?”

julie shakes her head as her smile turns blinding, taking a step towards him, and then another, until she was crowding him, standing in his space.

“so i can kiss you whenever i want.”

she grabs his drench collar, and pulls, until he was only inches away.

“and no luke, it was always you.”

[bonnvivre]

a funny thing- ch 24/25 word dump

WUAHAHAHA 4AM BABEY YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

i’ve been cookin low and slow with this one and i mean real slow like. too slow . as in 2 weeks later whoops

this one’s a real doozy so grab a snack

FIRST PAGE ON THE GOSUKU TAG WHEN YOU SORT BY KUDOS LETS GOOOOOOO major rweiser W

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ch 24

thinking abt yuuji flying down the sidewalk and megumi becoming the equivalent of a flag whipping behind him pls yuuji not everyone can keep up 😭

fred says fuck

mmmmmm crunchy cookies i love me some egg shell

yeah with cooking, you can play around with the measurements and adjust along the way, but baking is whole different beast :[ i made creme brulee for our new year dinner, my first time baking actually, and i was terrified the entire process cus one wrong step and its over (they turned out good in the end, though i wanted to leave it in the fridge longer) 

sukuna and uraume on the same wavelength love that

daww megumi just be a kid its okay 

gojo’s nicknames for toji PLS father-fushi and fraidy-guro

hehehe he technically called sukuna pretty ,, i agree

LMAOOOOO AINT NO WAYY OFC HE SABOTAGED HIM 

i feel like toji would actually do well in getting sales (if he had the proper cookies) considering he’s “a pro at freeloading off women” which leads me to believe he’s got hella charisma . 

“Fushiguro stops just before the table, one hand balled into a fist so tight, the muscles of his arm are easy to see, flexing dangerously beneath his skin.” uwwheheheerhfbud sorry

OH SHT THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTING YOOOOOOOO AND SUKUNA JUMPING IN FOR GOJO ???? in front of the kids in a school fundraiser is crazy lmao

pinky

gojo taking bets on who’s gonna win reminded me of mei mei betting on the gojo-sukuna fight

i had a crazy amount of secondhand embarrassment going thru that hhhhhh yknow that feeling when you just wanna curl up and cover ur eyes and you’re fighting to even look back ? yeaaaaa

“Hurting people is bad. And you’re not bad!” ohh yuuji ughhh he has no idea of what sukuna was before, that he’s done more than hurt people .. children really only see the side of their parents that they’ve allowed to show them. it’s why kids usually think the highest of them, so yuuji saying that sukuna’s not bad gets me cus he’s known and seen only the best of him. but it makes me feel gooey inside cus, while everyone else sees the former king of curses, yuuji sees his dad and when he does eventually find out, he’ll still always be his dad before anything else (does this make sense i hope it makes sense im trying to make my thoughts coherent)

oh hey they’re talking abt it !

I GASPED OH MY GOD PLEAS EOLASOE APLEAS EPLAS EPALEAPSLEAPSH NOOOOOOOOO FFGGHGBBVV HITTING MY BED GRFGHJVNGRRAAGGHHFEG

im being tortured i thinj you’re trying to kill me here this is the worst case of edging ive ever had in my life (no not like that) 

post-chapter notes:

IM ALREAYD RIOTING YASTOP BLUE BALLING ME

id read real housewives of jujutsu sorcery

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ch 25

GRADE 1 ?? AS IN ONE ?? AS IN  O N E  ?? AS IN, YUUJI IS NO LONGER A PRESCHOOLER

when you said small time-skip, i thought you meant a few months later . i was wrong

aight time to update the time board: yuuji’s in first grade so he’s 6 yrs old, we’re in 2013 now (i think), gojo is 24 yrs old  23 yrs old (chap takes place during summer, bday not passed yet)

it’s 2013, he can get a 3ds now :D im gonna get him on smash bros . OR KID ICARUS UPRISING IT SHOULD BE OUT ALREADY

they should totally name the potential pet after me (jk)

OKAYYYY THATS A START HE KISSED HIM ON THE HEAD !! WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE :O now go lower. preferably on the li

oh yeah yeah definitely not together whatever helps you sleep at night man

im gonna need the bad bitches birthday bash one-shot someday with the way shoko’s bringing it up

the fact gojo’s heard the threat so many times before that he can finish it and brush it off

CANDY CRUSH  !!?!??

AWWWWWW THATS ADORABLE ;____; sukuna wanting to do something to surprise gojo’s first day as a teacher and yuuji suggesting to make a cake cus he knows his daddy loves sweets AND they spent the whole day prepping awawawawaw so cutee

they called on uraume for help too LOL poor them 

yuuji being a snitch HA i can’t help but think of my siblings

you can’t be serious gojo, not after that? people also don’t usually sleep and cuddle the homies cmon man

mother is mothering and mother is leading the herd (no but i love how he adapted to the role very easily, likely to prior experience)

whuh the fundraiser was last year ? am i overthinking the timeframe … ok im back after going thru the calendar that makes sense 👍 carry on wait hold on first semester of first grade ended so they’re on break ... summer break ?? unless this is going off of a different schooling system (oh yeah duh japan lol)

ohhh please let them meet mama-guro i can imagine the absolute shock on their faces trying to comprehend how someone like toji managed to marry someone like her 😭 bonus points if toji is much more softer around her too and the sheer whiplash of seeing him having ANY sort of loving side is enough to send gosuku into a spiral

“It’s exactly the type of thing Sukuna would never be caught dead wearing, which means Satoru must do all in his near-infinite power to make him wear it.” real

THESE THREE ARE RIDICULOUS LMAOOOOOO sorry kids your fathers are busy trying to one-up each other

“But, then again, these are just go-karts; how much damage could he really do?” famous last words before disaster

oh no

hey sukuna’s living life at least he’s having fun and that’s all that matters 🥰

not the pyramid projectiles

CONICAL AMMO !?$&7)-)26 MARIO KART IRL GONE WRONG oh my god its too late for this i need to sleep

OH MY GOD ?????? 

WHADDYA MEAN THEY’RE GONE ??????

post chap notes:

what just happened

no really what jusr happened

the amount of times i’ve said oh my god throughout the entire go-kart scene i was clutching my pearls

he recreates his reign in the silliest ways, all while wearing nice little red bow :3

nah i get it the entire first arc was dedicated to how messed up he was abt suguru so i understand the doubts but they’ve also near kissed multiple times .. unless they were super down with kissing the homies 

“I sure hope nothing bad has happened to them...” STOP

[targaryenluvs]

100K CELEBRATION!

hello my lovelies, we’ve recently reached 100k likes (which is insane in my eyes) and i wanted to throw a little party in here ❤️

1) my requests are open for all fandoms, (click here for fandoms) and you can request blurbs and imagines. you can also ask for specific appearances or names to cater to you.

2) shipping event! i love these myself so why not? you can add a fandom of your choice to be shipped with a character and a blurb about your personality and appearance. in return you’ll get a blurb of the two of you! (adding your real name is optional you can choose to give me a nickname or just y/n).

i don’t know as of now when i’ll close this, thanking all 3.6k (how did we get here wtf) of my lovely followers whether your new or an og, i appreciate you all ❤️

Prompts:

Angst/Hurt:

'You scared me back there.”

“You never really cared, did you?” “I always cared, you never noticed.”

“Do you think you’re invincible?”

"I came as soon as I heard." “You didn’t have to.”

“If you didn’t want to be with me then why the hell did you drag me along?”

“Do you love them?”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“You need to take care of yourself.” “Why do you care?”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Did you ever love me?”

Fluff:

“I would wait here forever.” “God you’re cheesy.”

“Y/n, I love you.” “Finally.”

“You’re cute as hell.” “I know.”

“I could keep you in my pocket all day.”

“Is that my shirt?” “Yes.” “Keep it, looks good on you”

"Wear a sweater, it's cold out."

“Have you eaten today?” “I’ll eat you.” “Woah.”

“Did you buy me flowers, why?” “Just take the damn flowers.” “Naw, have I made you sappy?”

“If I called you the apple of my eye, would you hit me?” “Yes.”

“Time for bed.” “No I have work…” “Doesn’t matter, come on.” “Noooo!”

Flirty/Smutty/Jealous:

“If he doesn’t stop staring I swear to god—,” “Un-ball your fists please.”

“Now how am I supposed to focus when you look like that?”

“Do you ever shut up?” “There’s ways to make a girl shut up yknow?”

“I’d rather die than kiss you.” “Sure thing Y/n.”

“God you’re divine.”

“This is too small. You’re too close.” “Well who’s bright idea was it to hide in a closet?”

“Is that blushing I see?” “No, shut up!”

“I’m sorry it’s a bit difficult to stand here whilst everyone is staring at my girl.”

“I want to put you in a chokehold.” “Whoa sweetheart, you kiss your mother—,” *Smothers his mouth*

“You’re lucky I have self restraint.”

Dark:

1 - “I gave you a chance, remember that.”

2 - “The longer you hide the worse it’ll be when I find you.”

3 - “Did you really think you could get rid of me?”

4 - “Someone dangerous could’ve hurt you.” “You are dangerous.”

5 - "If I was you sweetheart, I’d get to runnin’."

6 - “Just leave me alone.” “Don’t hurt my feelings, god knows what I’ll do.”

7 - “Can’t tell me you don’t want it when you’re acting like this Y/n/n.”

8 - "You don't want to be my good girl?"

9 - "Missed me have you?" “How’d you find me?”

10 - “And who’s going to believe you?”

Cannot wait for requests!

- Kira 🎀

[cannibalcreepers]

Loveliest Creeps can i get uhhh Three-finger realising he's caught the dreaded Feelings™ for the reader and how you think he might go about making his interest known to them?

yknow I'mma make a new story with these boys and reader >w> ---------- You had been working for the old man for about 5 months in now, Three-Fingers had noticed, working at that shitty little gas station him and his two brothers would sometimes go to so they could fill up the ol' truck, after all their old man never stopped them. The first time the brothers spotted you was when you bolted inside the store of the gas station with Maynard, while Saw-Tooth filled up the truck. Both Three-Fingers and One-Eye tried to find ways in, tapping at the windows and doors, cackling at you and the old man. You on the other hand, were shitting bricks with the old man, confused and wild eyed. Yes Maynard had warned you, he sure as hell warned you that there were three giant ass men that came and stole his shit and to never call the police, never tell anyone because you would be in a world of hurt. You were so unsure about taking this extra hand job but no other place would pay a good wage or give you proper days off, with Maynard he gave you both Tuesday and Friday afternoons off once 1pm hit and the weekend off, along with a surprisingly decent paycheck, though under the table, and to take whatever from the store for lunch as long as it was under $10 which you thought fair. How this man was paying you $300 a week was a mystery on its own, but you thought having to just hide every 3rd week from some scary men was worth it, even if sketchy. Seeing them though, holy shit you almost passed out, they were huge and deformed, looking like killer slashers from horror movies. Them banging at the windows didn't help, but the old man just ushered you to keep it quiet. After the five months though, you were practically scrolling through tiktok or instagram as you stayed locked inside while the three men raided the place from outside, you didn't even hide yourself despite the old man's protest but really it was only the two smaller ones who did all the stupid faces outside the windows while the largest just filled up the truck with the most brain dead look on his face. The scrawny pointy nose ferret one though, always stared at you as he made his faces and mocking threats, you ended up actually giving him a dirty look once and stuck out your tongue which surprised and amused the grimy man. Ever since you did that, Three-Fingers couldn't stop thinking bout you for weeks, to the point he was daydreaming and getting on his brothers nerves with how distracted he was. Any time they came past, he wanted them to stop even if they didn't need too, getting a bit mean towards One-Eye by chasing him off if he got too close to any window you were by. He wanted to catch you outside just once, he had no idea what he would do but he'd make sure his brothers didn't lay a finger on you, like a spoilt child not wanting to share a toy. These thought were really hitting him though, was he actually catching feelings or was it just a weird obsession. His two brothers were catching on, they weren't stupid and knew when a sibling was catching some sort of feelings towards victims, though they didn't mind as long as it didn't affect their lively hood. Really you had better hope he never got you when you weren't inside that damn station, sure he could just smash his way in but where was the fun in that, also his old man would probably lose his shit, as much as Maynard was a nuisance he still was their dad. But what the boys didn't know, even if they tried to camp out the place, was that Maynard was picking you up from a bit up the road so as to make sure the three idiots didn't just try and grab you when driving up. Either way, that man was going to find a way to get to you and you will eventually learn about his intentions and feelings towards you very fast with how aggressively handsy that man could be. Most likely he was going to end up catching you and the old stinker slacking and just kidnap you, but for now he made kissy faces and bared his teeth at you through the cracks in the windows.

[lyrikan]

🔮 | Watching the sunset with your new boyfriend! (Rayman) | Gender-neutral

(Plot: 6:32PM, on a Sunday. You and Rayman was sitting on a hill watching the sunset. It was a very long day, and it was nice to spend some time with your brand new boyfriend. Feeling the breezy air hit your face felt nice for once.)

(Recap: You’ve started to have a growing feeling for Rayman. It had came out of no where, you guys have been awfully close, too close to the point you couldn’t call it “platonic” anymore. Rayman on the other hand was still a bit clueless, though he had started to have a light blush on his face when being too close with you. The last time he had dated somebody was Ly, but that was a long time ago and she’s out the picture now.

His friends has been starting to suspect what has been going on, yet you two always denied it. Barbara was the only one who spoke out about it to you, and tried to help you. But you denied.. It wasn’t till one day Rayman took an actual good look at you and realized how fine you really looked. But it wasn’t just your looks.. your sweet personality, the way you care about others, that snappy side of yours. It was all adding up that he finally figured out why he’s been acting so OFF around you.

He was too shy to come forward, telling the situation to Globox, Since he already had a wife (.. and WAYY too many kids.) Globox had gave Rayman advice about the whole situation and what he should do. Thus, leading Rayman too… stand outside your window with a boombox that played Sexbomb, trying to serenade you. Yeah.. it was cheesy, but you said hell yeah and that was the start of your loving relationship.)

You were sitting down on a grassy hill, watching the sun, it was so pretty.. so orange.. as it beamed up into your eyes. The clouds hovering over the sun felt so unreal.. It was perfect.

You looked over at Rayman, he was looking around watching everything gracefully move around, the leaves falling.. the clouds moving, the vines rocking back and forth from the breeze.

Y/N | “ Are you enjoying the sunset?.. “

You said, softly smiling as you looked into his eyes..

Rayman | “ Whuh— Huh? Oh.. yeah, I am.. it’s the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen yet.. “

He replied, rubbing the back of his head smiling back at you.

Y/N | “ It’s been a while since I’ve watched one.. probably the best one .. y’know, since everything is all pretty.. The wind really makes everything better. “

Rayman decided to try and flirt with you, if it’s incredibly cheesy, ignore it.. I mean it’s been a while since he dated somebody. He doesn’t know any better..

His white gloved hand softly caresses your own, as he looked you in the eyes, all you see is his snout though, but it didn’t change anything about how you are feeling in the moment.

Rayman | “ The sunset may be the perfect view for you at the moment, but in my eyes, you’re my perfect view right now, my love. “

He’d look at you with half-lidded eyes and a stupid grin on his face. I mean.. he tried, it’s the thought that counts.

You smile and kissed his nose in return, you can feel butterflies in your stomach, it made you feel happy. And made him feel happy as well, feeling flattered of the gesture you did.

Y/N | “ I would’ve never thought that we would get together.. But, I’m glad we did.. “

Y/N | “ Yknow.. after all those battles that we’ve encountered along our way… I think it was worth it.. I wouldn’t want to be with anybody but you. “

You said, facing towards him, he immediately gets embarrassed, but he agreed silently. Letting out a quiet whimper at the touch of your hands touching his suddenly.

Rayman | “ J-jeez.. I’m not usually a sucker like this for when it comes to affection.. but.. whoowee.. that was.. really.. sweet. “

Y/N | “ I dunno.. I.. guess I have just grown a huge bond with you this past week.. it feels nice to past the “friend” boundary.. “

“ its like.. I feel safer now with you. “

Those words made Rayman’s heart dropped. He’s always for some reason wanted you to say that.. He loved when you were yourself without being judged.. He loved a lot.. to hear you say that made him smile again.

Rayman | “ Eheh.. well.. I um.. always try my best to make you feel comfortable. “

Rayman took a look back at the sky.. Golden hour.. it was so… PERFECT! What a great coincidence .. You two were on a romantic date watching the sky.

Rayman | “ Wow.. so.. pretty. Have ya ever seen anythin’ like this before? “

He turned to look at you, deep down inside you knew you have, but decided to make him feel special.

Y/N | “ Not at all.. I guess it was meant to be huh? ”

Rayman | “ I guess so! Wait, lemme grab my camera! I want to remember this special moment with’ya forever! “

He took out a camera out his pocket, taking a picture. Before looking at you.. placing it on the ground, turning his whole body to face you.

You really knocked his socks off taking him to this place.. it was so wonderful.. he really enjoyed it.. Leaning in to kiss you, his first brave move.. (Besides serenading you,) As you leaned in to kiss him back, kissing each other in the romantic environment. Red lums surrounding you two slowly.

(This is my first time making a story, if you have any ideas please tell me and I’ll make it! :3 )

[strawbrygashez]

P1 DUDE X (FEM) READER X P3 DUDE

HEATER (PART 1)

This is a fic that turned out wayy longer than I thought it was going to be 💀 so I’m gonna post the next part separately. I don’t think this needs any tws but if it does you can tell me! Sorry for any errors or whatnot 🥶

————————————————————————There are many reasons why you liked Dude. Despite the times he’s being a careless, loudmouth, teasing, and arrogant asshole, you could see the good in him and you knew he cared about you deep down. Ever since you met the strange eccentric man about three months ago, you found yourself getting more and more intrigued with the man. At first all you could have told about the guy was that he carried a strong aura of confidence which yknow, is fine and all but it was definitely mixed in with some self righteousnesses which took a bit getting used to. Which you had more than enough time to since you always seemed to run into each other- well it wasn’t that surprising since you were neighbors after all, just across the street from each other actually but still. If you went out to get your mail, coincidentally, the man would also come out to ‘check on his’ and start a conversation with you. Or if he was out in town, like he usually was, he would always stop to at least make small talk with you at the most.

Dude always seemed busy, always going somewhere with something to do but one day he had surprised you. On a day where his schedule was free, he had asked you if you’d like to hang out with him for the day and from there, you two had formed a good and pretty close bond. Though surprisingly he hadn’t really made a big move yet on you despite all the teasing, flirting, and comments he threw your way but you didn’t dwell on it too much. Maybe he liked to take things slow?? Whatever the case you enjoyed his company and that he cared about you when he seemed to care about little. He even cared enough to let you even now sleep over at his house since your heater went out during a snow storm coming in. How nice of him…but little did you know every positive thought about him was about to go down the drain.

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You couldn’t really pin point what was making you stir and begin to wake up from your spot on his couch. Maybe it was just the feeling of sleeping somewhere new? You didn’t really give it too much thought and kept your eyes closed, focused on trying to fall asleep again until you felt something..some kinda gust of air hitting your face? Which again, you were going to quickly ignore, just blaming it on something natural you supposed until you realized it felt kinda hot and was blowing directly on your face and the sensation wouldn’t stop. It was enough to get you give the hell up on trying to focus on sleeping.

Groaning, you went to wipe the sleep from your eyes, and once you moved your hands back and your eyes finally opened, trying to adjust to the light of the room, you finally saw what was in front of you just barely a inch away, you jumped and quickly sat up with a high pitched squeal. Not even a couple inches away had Dudes face been up in yours. And when that sweet, sweet terrified scream came out he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling with a shit eating grin from his spot on the floor.

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL!?” You fussed as you tried to calm your beating heart down, placing a hand over your chest. “YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A DAMN HEART ATTACK” you managed to frown at him when your heart slowly went to a normal pace again. His grin still didn’t leave as he watched you try to calm down and smugly he spoke, “What? I was just checking on ya. Wanted to make sure you weren’t freezing to death.” Jesus christ, this guy. You didn’t feel up to playing with him right now, especially not after being woken up so rudely…and weirdly. “What the hell are you…your heater is on, dumbass. That’s the whole reason I came over incase you forgot.” With a huff you roughly laid back down on the couch, pulling the blanket back up and this time, facing away from him.

“Yeah, cause I’m so sure that one single SpongeBob blanket you brought is keeping you sooooo warm. Just let me lend you some of mine already.” He spoke still from beside you, obviously not caring you wanted to just be left alone to sleep some more. You almost didn’t reply but knowing Dude, you knew he wouldn’t leave you alone until he’s satisfied. You digged your face more into the pillow and groggily replied, “I told you already.. I don’t trust that they are clean”. It really was the truth even though it was perhaps a rude thing to point out. But there wasn’t getting around the fact that Dudes place was a pretty slobby and while you don’t necessarily judge him much for it, you’d rather not have something around your body all night that hadn’t been washed in probably years with who knows what on it. After seeing how the area around his tv looked in his bedroom..with empty cans and old cigarettes littered everywhere….

“Yeah, yeah. I get it I’m repulsive and gross but you’re the one who came crying to me about being cold so tough luck, huh?” He teased with a light shove on ur back. This time you only responded with a slight groan as you closed your eyes. For a while it was quiet but you never heard Dude get up from the spot next to you. It almost fell into a calm, pleasant silence until he spoke again. “Really though, is there anything I can do to help you not freeze to death on my couch?” Though a bit snarky sounding, his voice did have a hint of genuine concern in it. You could remind him again that you’re fine, it’s plenty warm enough as it is now but as the prospect of sleeping seemed to leave you more and more, you supposed if he was already up and worried then you’d humor him. You grumbled a bit before getting some kind of mumble out about hot chocolate. It only took Dude a second to make it out and once he did, you heard him give a slight laugh before he finally got up and gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Anything for you princess” he teased before making his way over to the kitchen.

If that ‘princess’ part was added to help you wake up some or warm you up… it definitely worked because now your face felt hot as you repeated the sentence in your head a couple times. He has said more…teasing things along that line before but man, him saying that with his own slightly groggily, just woken up voice added something. Now you definitely weren’t gonna be able to fall asleep. You sat up and watched him from the couch as he dug around for what you assumed was a mug since he was looking in a cabinet he seemed to just shove any dish in. You really needed to decide to take a day off one day or come over on the weekend to help him clean up his place. You weren’t sure why exactly he let it get this way and he certainly didn’t deserve to live like this. He needed some kinda space that felt good to come home too..though again maybe this was what he liked coming home to? Who knows but you doubted it so you decided to speak up as he finally stood up after finding two mugs. “….Dude, I don’t think I would really mind helping you clean up your place soon. And before you say it- not for my sake..but yours.”

He only looked at you for a second before shrugging and carrying on preparing the drinks. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get to it eventually, doll. There isn’t any reason for you to be cleaning up after me.” Now it was your turn to give a little laugh of your own. “Really? Didn’t I have to clean up after you after we had lunch last week? You left all your trash on the table.” Hearing you laugh made a smile creep up back onto his face. “Did I? Well you know no one told you to. You did that on your own. I didn’t have you lift a finger.” Dude replied as he opened his fridge, looking for something, probably whip cream if you had to guess. “Well..I mean.. I dunno. I care you know ?” You looked down as you spoke, not wanting to see how he’d react to that. “…You care about a employee having to toss some trash out?” Really?? Dude would be the death of you. You couldn’t even tell if he was genuinely confused or if he was just giving you a hard time.

Looking up at him you did notice he was giving a slightly confused grin however so you tried to clarify, “I- no I meant like. I care about you, you dick.” The last part slipping out because sometimes Dude made you feel so vulnerable it made you slightly ‘pissed’. However, you admitting this for the first time made him seem to feel similar himself. He’d paused for a moment, almost like he was stunned before he forced himself to carry on doing what he was doing. You swore from what light there was you could make out a faint blush. “Hmm…really now?” He’d tried to come off teasing but a slight waver in his voice was giving away how he really felt. You’ve only seen Dude get bashful a hand full of times but each time made you fall for him even more. Under that shit talking, cool persona he was definitely hiding a more sensitive side…or perhaps more often than not in his case, he was shoving that side of himself away.

“Mhm…I really do. I don’t know how I couldn’t when-”. Whatever tangent you were about to start was cut off out of no where by the sound of the front door being swung open, causing you both to jump and quickly face your heads over to see what the absolute fuck was going on. The air ran cold in the room as you both watched as a disheveled man with fiery red hair make quick works of the locks before he braced himself with his hands on the door, catching his breath like he had just ran some kinda race. His shaky breaths filled the silent room as you slowly scooted back on to the furthest side away from him on the couch, throwing a worried glance over to Dude who had happened to look at you at the same time. All he needed was to see your expression to get his wits back about himself and slowly approach the stranger with his hand ever so slowly making its way to his coats pocket where he always kept his most trusty gun.

You couldn’t do much besides sit and watch whatever was about to go down, you wanted to scream at Dude to be careful but somehow, maybe due to your own fear, no sound would leave you. The air almost left your lungs when Dude finally spoke up. “Hey man….I think you got the wr-” before he could finish he flinched as the other man quickly spun around to face him and holy shit. The resemblance they shared in the face was uncanny give or take a few factors…

The intruders eyes grew wide with fear, wider and crazier than you have seen someone’s gotten before. “Shit…Shit.. FUCK NO. NO NO NO NO SHIT JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!” The stranger belted out so loudly it made his whole body shake. And for some god damn reason…. This made Dude scoff and stop reaching for his gun after he stared for a minute. Like he realized something that made him completely lose any fear he had previously. “Really? Come on. I don’t feel like dealing with this tonight.” Dude said like this was completely normal, like this was any normal slight inconvenience before he began to walk back over to a cup of hot chocolate he had placed on the table.

Dudes reaction did nothing to sooth your fears at all. Especially when the intruder suddenly dropped to his knees and continued to shake and what looked like tears due to anger began to well up. “I can’t… I won’t…” the man spoke to himself. For whatever reason, the sight of Dude to this stranger made him terribly afraid and petrified when he had been the one who broke in. You watched for a moment longer as the man’s hands ran over his face and under his glasses to block out his view of Dude while he continued to mutter to himself while breathing hard. Glancing back at Dude, he still seemed pretty unbothered as he sprayed some of the whip cream he’d grabbed earlier directly into his mouth. You had enough of being left in the dark about what was going on..really all you could possibly assume was maybe this was his kinda..strange deranged brother or something? But you wanted to be sure and have answers so you spoke. “D-Dude… Do you know this guy? What’s..going on?”

The sound of your voice caused the stranger to quickly pop his head back up from out of his hands, so quickly it had made you jump yet again. Silently he stared at you with his unnaturally wide eyes for a minute or two as though he was trying to process something. “I-…who? Y-you can see him too?” He shakily spoke, looking at you bewildered with the fact you could see Dude clear as day. Jesus, while this man is probably dangerous and mentally unwell, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of pity at how utterly terrified and confused he seemed…plus, he looked just so much like Dude, well more like a feral, slightly scrawnier version of Dude. Maybe that’s why you felt more inclined to slowly stand up, keeping your eyes on him as you carefully made your way over to him. He only scooted back away from you just a tad until you gently spoke and sat down on your legs in front of him. “Of course I can..Listen, are you okay? Should we call someone for y-” before you could finish, he had grabbed both of your shoulders roughly and his eyes shifted between you and Dude a couple times before he stared at you hard with the panic in his eyes still not leaving. “n..no you listen, he’s.. he’s really dangerous. He’s gonna hurt me and you and-and..” he tried to search for what to say next, whatever thoughts he had probably all jumbled up in his brain. He seemed so frightened.

“Hurt me? He…he wouldn’t ever. And he’s not going to hurt you. I promise.” You still kept a gentle tone as you spoke to him. The grip he had on your shoulders was a bit frightening but you felt like you had to try to calm him down somewhat before you could get anywhere, but your reassuring tone hadn’t helped. “Yes he will. I don’t know h-how you got in but we have to go.. and-” suddenly a hand came out from behind you and rested on the strangers shoulder and in a dark lower tone you had never heard Dude use before, he spoke. “I wasn’t planning to hurt you but hasn’t anyone taught ya not to touch stuff that ain’t yours?” Isn’t yours??…. God. You tried to ignore the way you felt a blush creep onto your face at that and whacked Dudes thigh with the back of your hand lightly to get him to ease up. “Dude, stop it. You’re not helping.” You said, not daring to look back at him after that comment. The man let go of you as he jerked his shoulder away from Dudes touch.

“I don’t think there is any ‘helping’ him.” Dude said with a roll of his eyes before yet again, leaving to go over to his oh so important hot chocolate. Whatever, you needed answers now and the redhead in front of you had seemed to chill out just a tad so you tried again to find out exactly what’s going on. “Uhm..So, how do you two know each other.” A simple question. They obviously had some kinda knowledge of each other at least. It should have been a simple answer but the question only made the man tense up again. “HE…terrorizes me everyday of my life! He makes my life a living hell! HES always around me. He’s-” Dude interrupted with a groan. “I just met you today pal. You’re getting me confused with another us if I had to guess.” Huh. Another ‘us’? Literally what in the hell was happening anymore. Maybe the redhead was confused too because he only seemed to squint at Dude for a bit. Well, maybe whatever Dude had meant by that had calmed him down because- “You can probably shape shift you bastard!!” The man yelled. Nope. Again Dude made a irritated noise and downed some of his own hot chocolate before setting it back down. “Y/N, your drink is done by the way. Probably isn’t as warm as it was though.” Dude wasn’t really any help so you decided to stop even trying to hope he would shed some light. You’d have to get whatever out of the guy in front of you.

Sighing, you slowly got back up off the floor and held out a hand to him for him to take. He looked at you quizzically which you expected. “Look, can you just tell me what got you here?” Again you used a softer tone and it seemed like this man really did trust you a lot more than Dude since he only had to think for a minute before taking your hand. You helped him up which he probably thought that was all you were doing, since he hadn’t followed you when you started to lead him along. But he did after only a second once he realized you were just going towards the couch. He sat down with you with his hands now held together as he looked around the area. He was taking in every little detail he could from what you could tell. His eyes followed along everything slowly and for a good while that’s all he did, to the point where you thought he might have forgotten you had asked him a question. You opened your mouth to ask again but he suddenly cut in. “I-I thought this was my house. I swear it was…is? Something..was following me and I know my house is here. It looked exactly li-like it from the outside.. but now.. unless the other me moved stuff..added stuff…” there it was again. Something about another ‘Dude’. “Another you? What?” You asked. Now he looked at you like you were the strange one.

“Yeah? Doesn’t he look exactly like me to you? I don’t even know why or how you can see the other me. No one has before.” He said looking at you up and down for whatever reason. “Eh, I don’t know about that skippy. I don’t have that mop of hair and scrawny little body like you. I’ve seen better looking versions of us.” Dude joked before coming up and handing you your drink. You rolled your eyes at that but thanked him for the drink before looking back at the man. “What’s with the whole ‘us’ thing? Wait- what’s your name?” You asked. “..I go by Dude. Just Dude.” Dude apparently 2.0 shrugged. They had to be playing a joke on you. This really just had to have been ‘your’ Dudes twin brother or something and they just wanted to fuck with you. It honestly pissed you off some thinking about it. All you wanted was to sleep somewhere warm and hell, maybe Dude would have gotten lucky eventually if he had played his cards right but now-. You looked over at your Dude who was standing behind the couch, with a frown.

“I don’t like this. Can you guys stop with the joke already? You win or whatever. I just wanted somewhere warm for the night” You looked genuinely a bit exhausted by all this and Dude, finally seemed to get the obvious hint to fill you in. He sighed and looked over to the other Dude who was just looking at the ground. “It’s not a ‘joke’. Believe me or not there is..multiple versions of me. Tons of other ‘Dudes’. I really don’t know this one. But I can assume he’s a really fucked up even more mentally deranged version of me, and some other ‘Dude’ must love messing with him if he’s that terrified of me. If you don’t believe me I can’t help you that much. Sorry.”