#it came out very pastel-y i really like it

[yonker-tonker]

arcee n rollcakes

[causenessus]

cold kisses

part 0.8. DADDY'S HOME

PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . new friends by malcolm todd

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extras <3

kuroo did not get back to y/n

when she first texted him and went "i have a very important question," behind his very suave "what's up" text, he screamed and when oikawa ran in he yelled "KITCHEN TABLE. NOW. PREPARE THE TEA"

his hands were shaking as he replied while oikawa tried to help him fabricate a response

it was really just "how much can we say without outright saying we told kenma to act like this was a real relationship"

and y/n just never asked about it again bc suna and iwa agreed with tsukishima (and noya's) interpretation so she already knew what kenma had meant but she just wanted to know what kuroo would say

and kuroo was obviously NOT doing his math homework he was making that all up on the spot

that shit is blank and sitting on a pile on his desk (it's due tomorrow)

cuddling on the couch is a very normal occurrence whenever y/n is over at suna/iwa's dorm

y/n was just laying against suna's chest while she was texting the gc and kuroo while he watched over her shoulder

and when iwa came in he just stood behind them despite their best efforts to get him to sit down

he'd shake his head and be like "no i need to go shower" and the continue standing there

y/n made him hold pinkies with her instead if he wasn't going to sit on the couch with her and suna

hinata and kenma had a game/movie night while y/n was gone (kenma won every game)

sometimes hinata rolls up kageyama's sleeve to draw on him in class and when hinata did it today kageyama didn't think anything of it until something bit him

also tsukishima's brother posted under noya's canceltsukishimakei2024 tag as a joke LMAO

they're no longer talking for the time being

noya went his entire freshman year typing out assignments and essays with his little bluetooth keyboard connected to his phone until his friend group all pitched in to buy him a laptop for his birthday <3

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[razzzzberrysorbet]

So uhhhh this is my first post lemme know if you liked it or want more!

My Modern! Atwow Headcanons!!!!!

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri,,Tsireya, Ao’nung +y/n ofc 💜

(I edited this btw so if you alr read this and it’s different that’s why 😉😉)

Neteyam:

Darker skin then lo’ak

He had dreads about shoulder length

Probably has his hair tied up alot

Baggy cargo pants + hoodie/baggy tee are his go to!!!!!

Can def see him thrifting

Not really a teachers pet but is very respectful and does his work! Is a fav amongst teachers

Is probably in a bunch of advanced classes

Can see him doing track in the spring and football in the fall

Puts his jersey in your locker so you can wear it when you go to his games!!!!!!

Can he him being pretty toned and lean rather than buff

Tall😉😉😉😉

Is such a sweetheart to everyone!!!!! He loves helping people, very nice person (mom taught him well)

Can see him working at a sneaker store + lifeguarding in the summer with Lo’ak

Skincare queen 🩷🩷🩷

He loves when you come over so you guys can do face masks and watches movies (bro needs to confess already)

Is popular at school but I feel like he would be oblivious to the fact almost the whole school knows him😭

If his class is close he will wait outside of the room so he can walk you to class!!!!(so nice)

Out of all his friends he probably talks to you the most

Is so smiley around you!!!

Is so oblivious to other people’s crushes on him it’s kind of annoying

Smells soooo😫😫😫😫😫😫

Lo’ak

Is a class clown for sure 😬😬😬😬

But he’s actually really funny!!

Is best friends with like all of his teachers

Def listens to rap or soul/funk

Sneakerheaddddd

WEARS NIKE TECH U CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!!!!!!!

Light skin

Keeps his dreads short

Can see him having sum blondes pieces tooooo

He is totally a “where my hug at” and “hey mamas” type😪

Screams “AYO WHERE MY HUG AT” from across the hall way sometimes Tsireya will run away from him😭😭

Basketball + Track 😛

Probably only keeps his grades up so he can keep playing sports….

Has many friends very popular!!!!!!

His snap score is like a million 🥲

Gaslights the teachers into thinking he doesn’t have his AirPods in

Is loud…..

Is a trash talker during 🏀 fosho and is extra with celebrating

Honestly has THE WORST diet but somehow is really fit?

Checks himself out and flex’s 24/7 💪 💪

Is actually pretty famous on tiktok????

Charlie Damelio who????😍😍😍

Kiri

Earth tones on her>>>>>>

Pretend to not to know lo’ak😭

Sleeps in all her classes yet is passing???

Room filled with crystals/incense

Has like 2 or 3 close friends

Wears waist beads !!!!

Wolf cutttt

Probably dyes her hair lot

Sassy queen

RBF for sure

Is such an artsy person can see her painting and sculpting

Has her 1,000 year old beat up converses 💀

Keeps trying to get you and neteyam together!!!!!

Not super popular or into popularity tbh

Her desks are always covered in random drawings

“🙄”go to face 😭😭😭😭

Tsireya

Is actually the sweetest girl ever!!!!

Such a girls girl

Def has a big sweet tooth and alot of candy

Gifting is her love language

Does very well in her classes!!!!! Can see her doing extra curriculars too!!!!!

I see her doing volleyball and dance w/you

You and her are besties for life!!!!!

You guys have been dancing together forever!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Does lo’aks makeup/ he pretends to not like it but is secretly loving it

She deff loves pastels and pink!

Omg her makeup and outfits are so cute!!!!

Loves matching with Lo’ak and you ofc

People pleaser to the max just wants people to like her🩷

Has 3 or 4 close friends but she’s honestly friends with everyone!!

You guys talk one time now she’s saying hi to you everyday 😭🥹🩷

Very girlie and feminine

Her room came straight from Pinterest

Polynesian baddieeeeee

Never ever excludes anyone makes people feel so loved

Cheers for lo’ak at his basketball games

Tries to convince you neteyam is crushing on you

Sleepovers with her 😚😚😚😚

Ao’nung

Um RBF much????

Since you and Tsireya are childhood besties that means you and Ao’nung have known each other for so long!!!

Whenever you are over in tsireyas room he will come in and flex in her mirror 😒

Basketball for sureeeee

Parents forced him into learning piano and hes actually so good???

Might not seem like it but such a caring brother

Oh no?? Tsireya forgot her lunch

Don’t worry! Ao’nung already brought it!

She needs money? He’s handing her his wallet while rolling his eyes “🙄🫴💳 “

He’s honestly so protective over you

Barely tries in class but is super smart

Probably wears muscle tanks to school-

Plays basketball with Lo’ak in thier driveway

Ok but his biceps….

Quiet but known 🩷

Is friends with neteyam but mostly for your sake

Sarcastic king

Lifeguarding + teaching swim lessons

Deffffff wears puka shell necklaces

He’s pretty tall and teases you for being short

Natural smirk 😫😫

Triangle method ummmm???????😧😧😧

Always offered to get you something whenever he goes out

“Hey im going to the gas station, want anything??”

Has all of ur baby pics😭😭😭😭

Plssss ur so embarrassed whenever he shows Neteyam

(Sorry if that was long lolll)

Y/n(you)

U and tsireya do/did dance together 🩷

Omgggg there are so many videos of you guys dancing

Straight A student cuz ur a baddie

Oblivious to neteyams fat crush on you?????

Jewelry Jewelry Jewelry

Ao’nung and Neteyam probably have ur bracelet on their wrists

Ur house is THE ultimate hang out spot

You and lo’ak do so many tiktok dances together 😭😭

You always cling onto neteyams arm when you guys walk together don’t let ao’nong see🫣

Unlimited amounts of clothes…….

Y/n ur literally so popular and you don’t know it!!!!

Helppppp you have guys falling to ur knees 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Lip syncing queen?????

Everyone loves you you’re so sweet and genuine🩷🩷

Ur photo album is full of pictures of all your friends

Wearing neteyams jersey to his games (y/n how have you not figured it out yet????)

I see you working with tsireya and Kiri at the mall

Dancing your whole life your so good!!!!!

AirPods in 24/7

Girl you got so many boys wrapped around your pinky how to you do it??????

Weekly hangouts with neteyammm

Omggg k ur baby pics are all over tsireya and ao’nungs house like?????

You and the girls filming Grwms😭😭

U love kids and babies (tuk)

Um imma need that workout/makeup/skincare routine pls 😁😁🤲🤲🤲🤲

(You can totally change dance to whatever sport/hobby you want I just put dance cuz I love it!)

[heartfullofleeches]

Hopping Ship

Yan Rival Restaurant Mascot + G.N Reader + Yan Restaurant Entities

Slow day....

Right in the middle of lunch hour too-

Scarce to see the restaurant so empty like this nowadays. After starting the new shift, you genuinely began to ponder if you'd finally lost your hearing due to the one-sided shouting matches from customers before realizing there had been a single since you clocked in and the silence surrounding you was very much real.

With so much free time, you finally got around to completing some tasks you'd be putting on the back burner for a while and a few you picked up while the janitor was out on personal business. They were gone every other week of the month, but you stopped wondering where they went after seeing them crawl into a black van one night after closing shit. It's impolite to watch coworkers who appear to be wearing your missing coat drag trash bags into unmarked vehicles after midnight.

You swept the floors, decorated the back office with some of the flowers the mascot left you and read a couple of their letters, created a sign out for the bathroom succubus to please at least put a towel beneath the door when she went on of her many "mandatory smoke breaks", and other duties which staked your claim as the establishment's most valued, living employee - all accommodating in the treat you rewarded yourself with once your break rolled around.

Sitted at the back of the fridge, behind the cooler you kept your gifted deer kidneys from the crying figure in the woods - a single fruit cup shined in all its syrupy glory. You tended to avoid eating coworkers food until their names appeared in the papers, but this little delight was stapled with a friendly letter for whoever came across it.

"For you~ (yes, the one reading this)"

That in itself should've been warning enough, but you were too hungry to care and not really in the mood for greasy fast food or ice cream from a bastard ghost. It was the perfect snack. Tiered with fruits representing all colors of the rainbow separated by rich, fluffy cream you assumed to be whipped frosting or some type of yogurt.

Snagging the cup and a spoon from the dispensery, you head back to the front to eat just in case anyone shows up. First bite in and you immediately notice something off about what you've just willingly ingested. What should've a sweet, succulent strawberry tasted exactly like strawberry cheesecake. The creaminess of its taste compared to its snappy texture threw you off entirely. You nibbled on an apple slice which tasted just like pie. Not exactly what you were going for, but you needed something on your stomach. Mindlessly chewing away, a faint hiss comes from beneath the counter.

"Psssst."

Must be another gas leak.

"Y/n - down here!"

You almost wish it had.

Peering underneath, you make contact with the frantic eyes of a former coworker. His face was caked in mud and his lips cracked from the clear signs of dehydration. You grab a cup of water from the soda machine which he near inhales, plastic and all. You take your seat back at the counter, poking around at your cup. "Hey, Noah. What happened to you last we I thought you the storyteller told you to go get lost in the forest and get eaten by bears."

"I was a boyscout growing up and all the predator animals in this area are dead. Get down - it'll see you!"

"What will?"

He tugs on your sleeve. "The rabbit thing that's been throwing everyone into that van! It's right outside!"

"Mm?"

Sucking a cube of peach cobbler off your spoon - you you peer outsife where another mascot stood - gloved hand extended a with flyer to the customer approaching the the door. The anthropomorphic rabbit was dressed in a red and white hybrid of a nurse gown and a 50s waitress outfit down to the pastel skates it wore on its large feet.. When the customer ignores the paper and went out of their way to walk around the strange figure, the creature dropped the flyer as it clasped its hand around their neck and hurls them into the open van beside it. Slamming the door on their ankle - the rabbit suddenly bends backwards with an audible crack facing the register as its ears dangle at its feet, waving at you with its Cheshire grin. You chase a grape around the container with your spoon.

"They seem friendly."

Noah pulls harder on your clothes. "Quiet! We need to call the police."

"Mmm... nah, they never respond to any of our calls anyway."

He groans into his hands. "Ughh- Ojay, we'll figure something out - just, don't make look that thing in the eye.

Bit too late for that.

The rabbit mascot had scaled the restaurant floor in about the same time it too you to swallow the bland frosting that served as a palate cleaner for the tooth rotting sweetness. It contorts to match your height, button nose inches from yours.

"Hello, hello, he-llo - where have you been hiding?~ I was looking for you. "

".... Hey, Noah? Can you actually try the police to see if they'll show up this time?"

The rabbit chuckles. "Funny too. I knew you were a catch from the second I laid eyes on you. That's why I had to make sure our first meeting was special and there were no..." Its eyes fall to the counter." prying eyes... Anywho! Did you enjoy the fruits I left for you?"

You shrug, mouth full of sugary melon. "I guess."

"Fantastic! Those at my establishment prioritize a healthy, and tasty lifestyle. I certainly hope you don't mind us treading on your territory, but it was the only spot in town fit for our dream. If all things go according to plan, you won't have to worry about the competition at all! Onto my big question - would you care to join our team? An experienced crewmate like yourself is just what we need and if you start this afternoon - I'll even make you manager! Even deal, wouldn't you say?"

"....not really."

"Great!-...." Its ears fall flat against its skill. I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I kinda like it here. Bring manager sounds like I'd have to do more work than I do now, and the the ball pit is a big factor to why I stay.

Soft clapping sounds from the play area. Confused, he mascot looks between your face and your half eaten cup. "Are you sure?"

You shrug again. "Pretty sure I am."

"Maybe take another bite and think about it harder?"

LYou shove the remaining bits of fruit in your mouth, using the time to chew as your grace period. "Positive."

"I see...." The rabbit's whiskers twitch as it snaps back to full height, spinning on their wheels towards the door. "No matter. I will be back for you another day with an offer you won't be able to refuse. Until then."

You look at the floor as they skate away. "I think it's leaving, Noah.... Noah?"

"Help me!"

You glance back up in time to see Noah being dragged outside and flung into the van as his captor grumbles something about just using sleeping pills next time. You official cross him off the schedule as you throw the cup away.

"If they'd just offer me their skates - I probably would've said yes."

You lick the spoon clsan as the ice cream machine whirls to life.

"Cheater!"

"Oh shut up."

[sulumuns-dootah]

14. 10. Knife play - Sitri

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24���₊‧⁺˖⋆

Warnings: Sitri shows that there's still some Leviathan influence in him, Knives (duh)

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“Ah, your heart is beating so beautifully fast, Y/N!” the soft voice above you muses. The words from the demon above you help soothe your fight or flight response, which is almost given your situation.

Sitri has you splayed out on his bed completely bare, only illuminated by the soft glow of many candles all around the room. Every so often you catch the metallic glint of the intricately ornate dagger, which he's lightly dragging on your skin, carefully making sure he doesn't cut you just yet.

From what you know, the dagger was a gift to Sitri from the king of Hades, Leviathan, himself. The extremely sharp blade was intimidating just from sight alone. And now the very same sharp edge is leaving trails of thrillingly-cold tingling feeling, making the hair on your body stand up.

The pressure of Sitri's thigh between your legs makes the whole situation more arousing than you would've ever anticipated. The radiating heat from your body makes the demon's breath heavier, almost as if he could feel the same arousal as you do.

At some point your hips gain a mind of their own and start grinding themselves against the muscle separating your legs. The movements start out small, but slowly grow more faster – more desperate.

“Now, now... Stop moving around so much or I'll cut you on accident.” the gentle voice scolds you, but his thigh starts rocking more into you to match the pace of your thrusts.

“B-but...! I need more..!” you whine and your hands try to reach out for him. Instead, Sitri pins them back to the bed and leans down to plant a heated kiss on your lips. You're on the brink of loosing yourself in the passion, but then you feel something cold touch your neck. The temperature difference hurts and it takes a second to realise, that he's got the flat of the blade pressing onto your throat.

“I believe you're in no position to make demands, sweetheart. After all, I'm still quite angered at you for puling such stunt in front of everyone at the meeting.” Sitri breaks the kiss and his eyes are fiery red, unlike the pastel pink, to which you're used to.

“B-but I didn't do anything! Amy just pulled me by my hand and I couldn't shake him off!” you want to protest more, but the fear of really getting your throat slit was starting to take over. The soft demon was rarely scary to you, even if he was angry at his comrades. You knew he'll listen to reason and especially if it came from you. Except for when he was jealous. Just like now, when he's so angry, his eyes are showing that he's tapping into Satan's power.

“I've dealt with him already, have no fear. Now all I've left to do is to remind you that you're mine and mine only.”

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Shhh... The prompt for tomorrow is Maid outfit ^^

[thebellearchives]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you’re daydreaming about watching your favourite film with toge when he surprises you, maybe it’s time to live romance instead of watching it in movies?

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, he uses his cursed speech for a tiny bit!

‧₊˚ a / n : as always: onigiri ingredients are in japanese!

part 2

Video rental stores weren’t really a thing anymore, but when your friends suggested a movie night you came up with the idea of going to rent some movies together. There was a very specific store you had in mind, which you had visited several times as a child. It was owned by a very sweet elderly woman who had held onto it despite the low business. The visit of a group of friends might lift her spirits, you thought when the chime of a bell announced your entrance.

Yuuji had made sure everyone knew he was picking some street racing movies, but as soon as Nobara had mentioned The Hunger Games the pink haired boy changed his mind in a second, so they both sprinted off to the action alley. You didn’t really pay attention to where Maki, Fushiguro and Toge had gone, because you quietly wandered to the romance alley hoping no one would notice. There was a romantic movie you really liked and it had been a while since you last watched it. The possibility of everyone else agreeing to watch it was definitely 0%, but still your fingers picked it up as soon as your eyes found it. Maybe some day you could come back for it, you’d somehow get Toge to watch it with you. Maybe if he lost a bet? You could sit together in your dark living room with only the screen illuminating your faces, perhaps you’d even gather the courage to search for his hand. Just the thought of cuddling with the white haired sorcerer tinted your cheeks with a tingling shade of pink.

“Tuna?” Toge’s elbow in your ribs almost made you jump, immediately hiding the movie against your chest.

“Toge! Don’t scare me like that!”

He giggled and pulled his scarf down, his brows raising curiously towards the hidden case in your hands.

“It’s nothing, really” your arms relaxed as you tried to put the movie back in its place, but then remained stiff when you realized that he’d totally find out what movie it was if you did that.

So your eyes went back to him expectantly, staring until he decided to leave. But he smiled wider, he had read your thoughts in your eyes as easily as he would in a book.

“So? You’re just gonna stand there?” he nodded with a small giggle “don’t you want to let everyone know your opinion on their choices? you should hurry or they’ll chose without asking”

He shook his head.

“Tuna mayo?” he pointed to the plastic case you were holding tightly.

“Stop asking, it’s nothing, i’m telling you” you pouted “i’m just gonna pick something else”

He pressed his lips together into a fine line, and then pointed to something above you. You raised your head upwards and your face went red in an instant. Legible bold letters spelled “Romance Section” in an annoying pastel pink tone.

“Yeah, I know” you cleared your throat “that’s why i’m picking something else, i’m in the wrong alley”

An incredulous frown appeared in his face, along with a mocking smile and some over exaggerated nods. With his hand he gestured you to put back the movie, sneering.

You bit your lip and frowned too, not moving an inch.

“You’re so annoying”

Laughing, Toge moved closer and tried to take the case away from you, but you turned around quickly.

“Don’t!” his hands tickled you, your laugh escaping from your now smiling lips “Toge!”

Turning around again, you tried to push him away hitting his chest, but his arms were then locked firmly behind your back. You hitched a breath when his lavender eyes hovered over yours in suspicion, his breathing now grazing your skin as lightly as a feather. Goosebumps ran through your body like electricity, and a sweet nervous feeling bloomed in your chest, complementing your beating heart and making sure your cheeks flushed once more. You couldn’t help it, your eyes drifted away from his and followed his curse marks to settle on his lips, shiny, rosy, inviting…

Immediately your lashes fluttered back up to his eyes, hoping you hadn’t lingered too much on his mouth for him to notice, but his eyes were fast to widen in surprise.

“W-we should find the others”

Turning on your heels, you made a quick escape in the opposite direction. Not like you managed to take more than one step though, because his panicked voice forced you to remain in place.

“Wait!” a wave of cursed energy stunned you momentarily, his hand grabbed you from your shoulder and turned you around.

Once again he was too close to you, and this time you weren’t sure if you were immobilized by his words or something else. He blinked, hesitantly glancing towards your lips, you noticed the way the muscles in his neck twitched when he swallowed nervously. Your breathing was now faster than before, your lips parted in expectation of his next move. Toge inhaled some courage, and then leaned in to kiss you. The moment his lips laid on yours you blissfully closed your eyes and kissed him back, reveling in his warmth and softness, your body relaxing to the point where it felt like it was melting. The velvet touch of his fingertips in your jaw leading you tenderly towards more of that intoxicating elation you were sure was only held in between his lips.

“Those are seriously too many movies, there’s no way we’ll watch them all tonight”

“That just means we’ll have to do more movie nights!”

Both you and Toge quickly jumped away from each other.

“What? How many movies did you guys even pick?!” you tried to hide the panic in your voice, speaking loudly and dragging Toge by his wrist behind you.

“Just a couple!” Yuuji smiled at you as soon as you caught up with him.

“Did any of you pick any?” Fushiguro's eyes carefully studied you and Toge, you licked your lower lip nervously.

“Okaka”

“Not really, we didn’t find anything interesting”

They didn’t comment anything else and instead proceeded to check out their movies, giving you time to take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

“Are you sure you didn’t find anything that caught your eye sweetheart?” the elderly woman behind the counter brought you back to reality, while your friends started to walk away.

“Oh, hi” you smiled to the familiar pair of eyes that stared at you fondly “not tod-”

Wait, where did you put that movie? Did you put it back? Did it fall? Your hands searched all around you, wondering if you had placed it in any of your pockets, until the sound of the plastic case hitting the counter made you look up.

“Oh, you picked it for her? That’s her favourite, you know? She used to come look for it a lot when she was younger”

You stared at Toge in surprise, he had pulled up his scarf again, but thanks to the crinkles around his eyes you were able to notice he was smiling. His eyes went back to you and he smiled even more, a mischievous wink making you smile back.

[thewritetofreespeech]

can I make a request for yuji's gf being a dancer that's kind of famous and knowing aoi's idol takada-chan?

It was a beautiful day in Tokyo. One of those rare days where it wasn’t too hot for June, with a nice breeze in the air. In one of the few moments of downtime Yuji and [Y/N] had, they decided to take advantage of the nice weather and go on a little date. Wandering around the city until they found a cute park to share bubble teas in.

“This is really nice. Why don’t we do this more often?” Yuji asked.

“Because our lives are usually in danger.”

“Oh yeah…..”

“Brother!”

Yuji and [Y/N] turn towards the park enterance. “Is that Aoi?” Of course it was. Given his height, and his bulk, and his shouting, there was no one else it could possibly.

“Brother, it is good to see you.” Aoi greeted when he came up to the bench they were sitting on. “You as well [Y/N].”

“Oi, Aoi, what are you doing up from Kyoto? Are you on a mission?” Yuji asked.

“In a fashion. But not for sorcery.” Aoi held up a bag at his side. The pink and pastels of the packaging clashing with his dark clothes & menacing build. “New Takada merch dropped today. And as her #1 fan, I had to be first in line to get it. They are also hosting a private meet & greet somewhere in the city. So I’m on a quest to find it.”

“You mean the one in Shinjuku?” Both boys turn to [Y/N] who continued to sip her bubble tea casually.

“Wait? You know where it is [Y/N]? I didn’t know you were an idol fan?” Yuji commented. “Much less Takada-chan?”

“Ehh…I wouldn’t call myself a ‘fan’.” Aoi immediately tense. Intend to take that insult to fists. “But Takada texted me and asked if I was going to be in Tokyo today. I didn’t know what we were doing so I honestly forgot she was in town.”

Aoi looked gob smacked, while Yuji looked confused. “Wait….you know Takada-chan?”

“Yeah we met at an event a year ago that I was backup dancing at for some other idol. We chatted on breaks since we didn’t like the craft services table. She’s nice.”

“Takada-chan would never say she didn’t like something that someone put their hard work into.” Aoi replied with a frown. “You’re lying.”

“You can appreciate someone’s work and still not like it.” [Y/N] corrected. They then pulled out their phone and opened up a picture of them & Takada-chan from a few months ago. Posing for selfies.

“YOU KNOW TAKADA-CHAN!”

Aoi’s bellowing alerted everyone in the park, and caused Yuji & [Y/N] to lean back. “What are they like?? What do they do in their off time?? How do they cope with the stress of being an idol??”

“Uh…like I said…she’s nice?” They told him. Sliding their phone back in their pocket. “I don’t know about all their time, but when we hang out it’s like….regular stuff. I don’t know how they cope with stress because that’s none of my business how a person deals with their own mess.” Aoi nodded. Seeming to think that was the wisest thing he’s ever heard.

“Wow. I knew you were like a really good dancer, but I didn’t know like ‘idol’ good.” [Y/N] elbowed Yuji for his comment.

“Don’t insult me like that. I got a few offers to join whatever group a few labels were making, but I didn’t what to.”

“Why the hell not???” Aoi asked. Not able to fathom giving up the chance to be an idol.

“Well, it’s a little hard to fight curse spirits and keep up with a rigorous touring schedule.” They supposed [Y/N] had a point. “Besides I can’t smile that long.”

Yuji laughed, but Aoi looked very serious. “[Y/N]-dono,” they arched their brow at Aoi’s very serious tone, “can you get me into the Shinjuku event? To meet Takada-chan?”

[Y/N]’s face scrunched. Looking uncomfortable. “I don’t know…..Takada is my friend. It just seems sleezy using our friendship to get in somewhere where she’s working. I don’t want to abuse our friendship.” This was honestly why they didn’t tell many people about the idols they knew.

Aoi seemed to think about this for a moment before he nodded wholeheartedly. “You’re right. It would be wrong to use your friendship to get a leg up on her other fans. If Takada-chan is going to notice me, I want her to notice me for myself.” He clenched his fists in determination. “I should get going then. I won’t find the private meet & greet standing here.”

“Do you want me to tell you where it is? I don’t think that would be a breach of friendship.”

Aoi held out his hand. “You have already helped me another by telling me where it is in general. The rest of it, I must do on my own.” He then walked off towards the train station. With the determination one might see from a man about to take on the whole world all alone.

“So do you know any other idols?” Yuji asked when you were alone.

“This is why I don’t tell people…..”

[katswifey]

⋆｡°✩ • Katsuki B. x Kawaiicore F!reader • ⋆｡°✩

For reference, this is Kawaiicore/Cutecore ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

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• Katsuki was very astonished at first when he met you, had no idea people dressed like this and thought it was weird. But eventually he got super used to it and liked the style, it was very bright and pink though so, he had his limits to ‘liking’ it. 

• The first time you showed him your room, he was flabbergasted, the amount of decor, plushies, furniture, clothes and figures literally anything remotely cute, it was there. His face was pure gold, he’s never seen anything like it but thought it was definitely very unique.

• he’d invite you out all the time either with some friends or just to study or hangout alone, and every time, he was excited to see what outfit you were gonna wear next. The cute pastel colors and strawberry accessories? Or the hello kitty Sanrio outfits you’d put together, and mismatching different things to make the outfit pop.

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“Y/n you don’t have to take 20 years to put all those damn hair clips in, let’s go already.” With his annoyed tone, even though he loved you’re style it took you a while longer to get ready, he’d ALWAYS be waiting for at least 5-10 minutes for you but he really doesn’t mind.

you eventually came out yelling “ready!” No outfit of yours was the same, all of them were completely different with different bags to match the vibe. You wore a lot of strawberry accessories and a strawberry shirt, so the bag you chose was a strawberry one with all kinds of pins. “Jeez, you always take years to get ready, why do I bother calling you if you’re just gonna make me wait longer.” He huffed. “Sorry, next time maybe you try it and get all these accessories and hair clips on under 10 minutes!!” You sneered in a playful way. “I’m not trying on that girly crap, but whatever.” You smiled feeling like you won in the end, you both went to a Boba tea shop, you kept getting weird stares by an older couples and some teenagers. Katsuki knew exactly they were judging you, by this point, though you were very used to it. Katsuki however gave people the stink eye if they even looked at you in any certain rude, or an ‘what on earth is that girl wearing’ kind of way. He was the first person to put them in their place if they even said anything either. Even though you have a style that is completely different and still not known all that well by the public, he likes you for you and will defend you on it even if it’s not his style.

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Bonus: “ugh.. this is fucking torture.” You somehow dragged him into your room and put a bunch of strawberry, hello Kitty, and very colorful pastel clips in his hair for fun. You laughed and took a picture. “This will be my new wallpaper, Katsuki is Kawaiicore now!” You said proudly and literally half a second later he try to snatch your phone “NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! DELETE THAT NOW YOU!” “Nope! Too late!” You continue to laugh and keep your phone away from him. “Whatever.. just don’t share it to anyone or I’ll kill you.” “Got it..!”



[d0g-water]

can you do Quackity fucking a femboy??:3 🙏🙏🙏 I LOVE YOUR WORK BTW🥹

thank youuuuu!!!!!!!!!! ♡

“you dress like a girl, your body is like a girl…

so you’re a girl?”

explaining otherwise gets annoying. it happens every time, but it’s what this guy, alex, thinks…

he is very closeted, however, this locks the doors even more.

you’re not a boy to him, even when he’s deep in your ass, his breathy gasps and grunts ringing in your ears.

you’re wearing nothing but an open pastel purple skirt, you can feel the grip he has on it. it’s tight, like your hole on his thick cock.

but really, he imagines your hole to be a pussy from all the lube and spit that’s making noise and the slick sensations on him. it’s a compliment to you when he tells you that.

he thrusts deeper and deeper, your feminine whimpers throbbing his dick. “you like that, y/n?” his raspy and deep voice makes you leak even more, you want to say yes but you can’t stop moaning.

his skin slaps against your ass, once again, it looks like a girl’s. it’s not turning him off at all…

“ahh, alex—“ you shakily call out his name, pacing him up and he breathes heavily above you.

your cute cock is aching, desperate for attention. you leave it neglected, because honestly, you want to see if you can come untouched by fucking a “straight” guy…

and you just might. he fucks you so good. every other hookup had you jerking yourself off. this one didn’t need you to. you felt yourself closer the more and more you think about him.

this guy is so hot. he was just your type: buff, long hair, sexy moans…

“y/n, i’m cumming..” alex warns, his balls beginning to slap against your ass. he’s deeper than he was before, and it’s driving you crazy…

“alex— me too…!” your noises are louder now, sweaty hand reaching for your cock but it was too late…

you two have already came together.

~

this guy is getting on your nerves.

“why’d you tell your friend i’m a girl? i don’t even sound like one. nor have the genitals.” you tell him, but he’s delusional. as fuck.

“well, you look like one. it felt like a pussy when i fucked you.” he says.

asshole.

[letsgetrowdy43]

A walk down memory lane—

Jack Hughes x reader

Request: Can we get Jack having to witness the love of his life getting engaged

He can remember their first kiss, summer of sixth grade, the fourth of July to be precise. Jack was pretty sure he was in love with her, the doe eyes she had sent his way as her mom fixed the bows around her pigtails had his brain foggy as he waited for her to join him.

He was a goner when she extended her hand out to his, the wind knocked right out of his lungs as he caught sight of the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose. She led him right to the tree swing that her parents had hung up that summer, on the branch of their favourite tree, "the best one for climbing" as Quinn would say. Her lips quirked into a smile as her hand squeezed his, yelping at the sound of the fireworks going off, his gaze switching between her and the bright lights erupting in the sky.

And with that when she kissed him, a very short, awkward peck followed by a 'sorry' and the girl running to their families who sat on the dock watching the show.

That was just the first of many moments that verified she was it for him.

He remembers the tears she had shed after being stood up for Junior high formal, her pastel yellow dress and chunky Doc Martins made his heartstrings pull as he called his original date saying that he had a 'family emergency' of some sort to take care of. A sad smile on his lips as he snuck into her room, sitting down next to her as she cried into his shoulder.

"I don't get it," she mumbled. "You are too good for him anyways, too good for anyone really," and he meant it, every word of it as he dried her tears and placed a kiss on her cheek.

The image of her smile burned into the back of his brain as he twirled her around, promising to show her off the entire night cause that's what she needed, to feel like the angel she was. Her rhythmic laughter filled his ears as he offered out his hands for the slow dance, a shy smile on her face as he placed his hands on her hips, "You look really pretty," he said, trying his hardest not to stutter as she watched him with adoring eyes. "Thank you J, for all of tonight really," she stood on her tip-toes to place a lipgloss-covered kiss on his cheek, "my prince charming."

That's how his life worked, there was hockey, and then there was her, and she somehow always came first in his mind. Until she was ripped right out of his grasp when the Hughes family made their move to Michigan so he could join the UNSTDP alongside his brother.

He held back tears as she helped pack up his room, laughing through her cries as they packed up all of his room, including the photos of the two of them that adorned his walls. "Don't miss me too much, and especially don't replace me when you go back to school," she cried as she folded up his last sweater. His gaze moved from the box in front of him to look at her, brows pulled together as he reached forward and pulled her into his hold, "No one will ever amount to you."

He cried as she squeezed him, "I'm so proud of you J," she whispered as her face buried deeper into his neck. "I love you Y/N," he said it, almost like a promise, rolling off of his tongue as his cheek pressed against the crown of her head. "Love you too J, my best friend, always"

He didn't see her again until the summer going into their senior year, her parent's work had held them back from the annual Hughes' Michigan trip for the past two years, but this one, this was the summer they were going reunite. She pulled into the driveway, hair a bit shorter, her figure a bit fuller from maturing, and she was so ready to see not only her best friends but the boys she called her brothers.

"Quinn!" she squealed as the older boy turned around with a grin, pulling her into a hug as he smiled at her parents, "you're a canuck! I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as she pulled away to see the other Hughes brothers staring at her.

Jack's face was a bright shade of red as Luke ran over next to say his hello's, the middle child was last to get one of her infamous hugs. "I missed you," he said as she squeezed him tighter. "Me too," she pulled away to get a good look at him, the summer was such a good look on him, admiring how his hair had grown out a little, "It's not the same without you," she pouted and pulled him in again.

Jack could swear just the look of her had him in a puddle on the driveway, innocently staring up at him as she laughed along with his brothers. Her lips pulled into a smile as she looked up at her best friend, Jack's arm wrapped around her shoulder's to pull her into his side, contently leaning against him as Luke continued his rambles.

"You haven't met Jack's teammates yet, you're gonna love them, and probably hate Trevor," Quinn mused as she followed him into the backyard where the Hughes were hosting a barbeque.

She locked eyes with him, the boy who was sat next to the Trevor that Quinn had grumbled about. "You must be Y/n," he said as she sat on the patio furniture right next to him, "Jack talks about you a lot, he forgot to mention how pretty you are," he smooth talked making her cheeks ablaze. "You disgust me, she's like a sister," Quinn gagged as he smacked the guy in the back of the head, "If he or any of the others are being gross come and get me or Brady," Quinn ruffled her hair as he went to find his own friends.

Jack's smile wiped as he looked across the lawn, the girl he'd been dreaming about laughed along with his friend, her face blushing as his teammate leaned in to whisper in her ear, a smile dancing on her lips as she got lost in their own little world.

The boy now kneeled on one knee, the sunset in the background, an array of tulips in the field behind them, and a velvet ring box in his hand as he presented her with the most perfect engagement ring, tears in her eyes as she nodded a silent yes. He got up off of his knee and pulled her in for a slow and emotional kiss as all of their friends and family cheered and appeared out from where they were hiding.

She cried as her mom and Ellen pulled her in for hugs, tears in their eyes as they ogled the ring on her finger. "He picked the most perfect ring," Ellen gushed, "like it was made for your hand,"

Y/n and her now fiancé made their way around the crowd hugging all of their friends and family as others passed out champagne.

"Congrats Mrs. Turcotte," Trevor announced as he pulled her into his conversation with Cole and Jack, "have fun with him." she laughed as Trev hugged her tightly, "I will, can't wait to be his wife," she grinned and looked at Jack who smiled softly at her.

A pang ran through his chest as his heart ached at the irony of it all, Jack Hughes, the pretty boy who has it all, has pretty much everything but the person he wants the most. But he learned to live with it, quietly, and from afar. Just sad smiles and looks of happiness on his face as he watched their relationship flourish.

Alex and the girl were like some sort of a match made in heaven, like Cupid's wet dream, chasing after one another in life until they eventually found each other for good. After her acceptance into CalTech and his one year at UW, they started seeing each other, he moved into an apartment only a few blocks away from her to start his transition into the NHL and the AHL. It seemed that wherever they were in the world the other would show up, proving just how perfect their love for one another was.

It pained Jack, to see her fall so hard and so fast for someone who was like a brother to him. His heart broke when Alex called him with the news of his plans for their engagement. She was once his Y/N, the one who kissed him under their favourite tree and danced with him even when the world seemed against her, and then he realized she was never really his, she would always be someone else’s. From now and forever she was Alex's, Jack would always be in the background, being the best friend.

"Congrats angel," she smiled at the use of an old nickname, her arms lopping around him for a hug, "I hope he's everything and more, cause you don't deserve any less," he mumbled, tears in his eyes as she pulled away to let out a cry. "Thank you, Jack," she smiled, "thank you for always being my best friend." He smiled and nodded, hands squeezing her hand as she took his hand into hers, "of course."

She smiled softly as he pulled her in again, "I'm gonna need a Man of honour, think you could handle the challenge?" "You're not gonna ask your sister?" she shook her head. "Wouldn't be right if I didn't have my best friend up there, right beside me," she cried as he nodded and squished his cheek against the crown of her head. "I'll always be there," he looked over at Alex who watched their interaction, a smile on his face as Jack sent him an approving face.

If Jack couldn't love her the way he wanted, he would suck it up and be the greatest best friend to walk the earth. Cause that's what she deserved. He wouldn't be caught dead loving her any less than she would allow him, because she was his everything, his best friend, and if all she needed was someone to be by her side then he would be there every step of the way.

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[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 31

Description: Miguel and Gabi have a little discussion, Miguel gathers info on your mother.

Pt 32 here!!!

"Papá?” Gabi’s voice is soft, hesitant, her face illuminated by the warm glow of the nightlight in the hall.

Miguel looks up from his computer, shoulders heavy, eyes burning from the harsh blue light of the three strategically placed screens.

Gabi is lingering in the doorway, hand on the doorknob, Oso under her other arm.

“Yes, mija?” He pushes back from his desk, chair wheels rolling smoothly over the rug as he turns his body towards her, his free hand minimizing his open tabs.

She shuffles in, mindful of staying away from any computer equipment, until she curls up in his lap, resting her head on his chest. “Why was Abuela being mean to Mamá?”

Miguel wraps his arms around her, silently cursing himself for not thinking about how she might’ve inherited his enhanced senses. “What do you mean?”

“She wouldn’t let Mamá go shopping with us, and then she said she was going to plan my quince, but I want you and Mamá to do that.” Gabi says, dropping her chin atop Oso’s fuzzy head.

“Your abuela is just having a hard time accepting Ms. y/n over your mother.” He says carefully.

“Why?”

Miguel says nothing for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he speaks. “Because she loved your mother very much, and she doesn’t like the idea of losing people.”

“Like Tio Gabriel?” Gabi asks quietly.

A wave of grief washes over him. He misses his brother desperately, even when they were at odds with each other they were still brothers. This universe his brother died long before Gabi was born, and his mother could never quite get over it. She clung to anyone new who came into his life, attempting to force them to fill the hole Gabriel left behind. Ava seemed to fit the mold for his mother, well enough that she was willing to put him and his family in peril for the chance to reconnect with her.

He was aware his mother loved his brother more; Gabriel was a shining, golden thing. The example of the perfect son, the one who didn’t come from an affair, who looked enough like the man Miguel called father for most of his life that no one questioned him. Miguel didn’t hate his brother, he never could, but he resented him for leaving him alone with their mother, for caving time and time again in every universe. He loved him deeply, protected him, counseled him, cried with him, cried for him at his funeral, he carried a part of Gabriel with him everywhere he went. They were of the same blood, he would never truly lose that part of his brother, and that was enough for him.

“Yes, like Tio Gabriel.” His voice falters for a moment, and he clears his throat. “But that doesn’t mean it’s okay for her to be mean to your mamá.”

“Is Mamá okay? I thought I heard her yelling while Uncle Brett was taking me back to the sheep.”

Miguel chuckles. “Your mamá was just very passionately defending us, that’s all. She’s okay.”

She nods and snuggles closer to him. “I don’t want to go shopping with Abuela if Mamá can’t come.”

“You don’t have to go shopping with your abuela for any reason if you don’t want to.” He reassures her.

“Okay…” Gabi says, stroking Oso’s ears.

“Is there something else bothering you?”

Gabi sticks out her bottom lip in a puppy dog pout. “I wish Nanna Nancy was my only grandma. She really likes Mamá. Why can’t Nana Nancy, Auntie Mon and Uncle Brett be our only family? Everyone else is mean.”

If Monica were here, she’d been over the moon at Gabi’s words.

He chuckles. “The only other family that’s here is your abuela.”

“And mom.”

“You don’t have to worry about her, she’s not going to bother us anymore.”

“Okay good.” Gabi huffs. “Now, if Abuela would stop being mean, everything would be perfect.”

He loves how simple some solutions seem to her, how if just one person would change, everything would fall into place. He wishes that were true.

“If only she would stop being so mean.” He echoes.

They stay up for a while longer talking, until sleep finally overtakes her, and he carries her back to her bed, gently tucking her in before slipping back into his office and locking the door behind him.

“Lyla?” He calls out, bringing all his tabs back up.

She flits into existence, heart-shaped sunglasses pushed up on her head. “It’s like two AM, why are you even awake? Don’t you have a fiancée to join in bed?” She teases, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn.

“She’s asleep. Now find me everything you can on Tiffany Robins.”

“Thinking about your next victim?” Lyla drawls, scrolling through her superhighway of information.

“Thinking about ensuring my fiancée is happy.” He replies, skimming the information as she flicks it onto his computers.

“Okay Ms. Tiffany Robins, lives in Nueva York, divorced, two children, y/n, and Leon, never been remarried, a lot of custody issues, a restraining order requested by Mrs. Rosaline Y/L/N, high level official at Serenity and Wellness, a company that sells wellness products, and self-help programs. It’s pretty successful, but they definitely don’t believe what they’re selling.”

“Can you get me her phone records?”

She gives him a pointed look.

“Please?”

“Already done.” She says, a Cheshire Cat grin tugging at her lips.

Tiffany: Y/N let’s get together soon; I want to make up for all the pain I’ve caused you.

Y/N: You said that last time.

Tiffany: Don’t be so stubborn, I’ve been seeing someone, and it’s really been helping.

Y/N: I don’t know, I’m really busy with work.

Tiffany: You can’t make time for your mother? I gave you life, and this is the thanks I get?

Y/N: Ok, ok, I’ll think about it.

Tiffany: I’ll be on your side of town in a few weeks, I’ll let you know when I’m there, we can meet then.

Y/N: I said I’d think about it.

Tiffany: I’ll make sure it’s not during school hours don’t worry, now I’ve got to go, I have a meeting to get to.

Miguel massages his temples. Obviously, your mother still believes she’s owed access to you, that she’s still in control of you.

There’s a call logged, from this morning, while he and Gabi were out getting donuts.

“Y/N I need to push back our meeting, I have to meet with a potential client that day, can you do a Wednesday instead?” Your mother’s voice is smooth, pleasant, and controlled.

“I can’t, I work on weekdays, I’m a teacher, remember?”

“Just put on a movie for them or something, I doubt it’ll be much different from your normal teaching.”

Miguel hears your voice tighten, can feel your hackles rising through the audio.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh my—saints above y/n, you’re so sensitive. I just mean that…well we both know how you struggled in school, and I mean they’re still so young, I doubt they’re really learning anything.”

“The only thing I struggled with was math, but I doubt you’d even know that considering you weren’t allowed in my life while I was in school.”

“That wasn’t my fault, it was your father and his whore, they stole you and your brother from me.” Tiffany complains, a hint of hysteria in her voice.

He can only imagine the rage flowing through you at Tiffany’s words.

“She’s not a whore.” You snap.

“You just can’t see it; you’re blinded by it all. But don’t worry, I know one day you’ll wake up and see that she’s not your real mother, and she’ll never be.”

His stomach drops.

“You’re not her mother, and you never will be.”

His mother had unknowingly repeated the words said to you about your own mother.

“You’re such a bitch.” You hiss, venom dripping from your every word.

“Me? You’re just a spoiled brat who abandoned her mother.”

“Aband—you know what? I’m not doing this with you, not today, not now. Goodbye, Tiffany.”

The call ends and Miguel continues to scroll through your mother’s information, a plan formulating in his mind.

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[nishloves]

sweater (pt2); jeon wonwoo

pairing : wonwoo x f! reader

part 1 | part 2 ←

theme : angst 🌩️ / fluff ☁️

words : 1.5k (approx.)

• based on song heather by conan gray

• do read part1 before this!

wonwoo was your bestfriend and now after your performance you still had to face him, you still had to face your thoughts, do you get the happy ending you yearned for?

she was gone, not a word said, no goodbyes to anyone, all you and your friends knew was that she left in a hurry, today again you were draped in a pastel yellow sweater of wonwoo, you never understood why he had a sweater collection but you felt content, you felt calm.

when he came running to see your stage, to see your performance; you had somehow already forgiven him for all the emotional pain he had caused you, it wasn't his fault, not at all but you chose to stay away from him for a while, just to gather your bearings, your thoughts— with a hope to move on from him.

you didn't want to ruin the most beautiful thing you had, the thing which you cherished the most and at the end of the performance, when he congratulated you and confronted you, you just said that you were a little upset at him for changing partners. he said sorry to you and you admitted your foolishness, admitting that it was a very childish thing to be upset at; but you could never tell him what exactly was bothering you.

she had vanished from the university grounds after your performance, neither you or wonwoo had noticed it, you both were too busy celebrating your successful stage.

you remember people coming up to you and complimenting on how raw your vocals and lyrics were, little did they know they were your actual emotions.

you remembered mingyu giving you a knowing glance when he came to congratulate you and saw how tensed you were when wonwoo stood beside you, you asked, "how did you know?"

"i have known for a long time," he smiled, and walked away.

it was mingyu who broke the news of her departure, her sudden departure. deep in your heart you wanted her to come up to you and congratulate or celebrate with you too, you had come to look up to her. you had eventually, ironically and sadly started liking her, but really, how could you hate her? she's an angel.

you remembered wishing, asking god to take her out of your life, love asks you to do stupid things. you remembered your last thought about her, but then again kinda wish she were dead.

so now when she was nowhere in the scene, why weren't you able to tell wonwoo about your feelings still? you remember that you had made up your mind to confess to him, why didn't you do it yet?

you even felt jealous of her walk, she would have such an aura of confidence that you would lack, she would go to the gym almost everyday, she would be kindest to people who were mean to her, she would pay attention to her classes, you were damn sure she had never thought to sabotage anyone before, like you did.

why would wonwoo ever kiss you? you were farthest from an angel, you were farthest from good (so you thought) why would he ever like someone like you when he liked someone as pretty as her?

you wanted to say sorry to her, ask for forgiveness for every bad thought you had of her, because she ran to see your performance when hers had barely even finished.

you knew wonwoo prioritised you over her, you knew he probably liked you a lot more than her, but you knew he would never like you in that way.

you had started hanging out with mingyu more after that, finding solace in his presence, he was such a golden retriever, he had the kindest words, and he had the sweetest of smiles, not like wonwoo's though.

you and wonwoo would still spend a lot of time together though, you hugged the polyester sweater, wonwoo had given you again as you smiled up at him, it was one of those dessert nights, it was his treat as always and you were hell bent on devouring icecreams.

but then you received a text and wonwoo looked over your shoulder,

mingyu : hey y/n! how about we go to movies tomorrow?

you smiled at the text and wonwoo scoffed,

"are you okay?" you asked.

"do you like him better now?" wonwoo asked pouting, as a small giggle left your lips, it warmed his heart. wonwoo remembered about all the time he spent with her. yet it couldn't match up with any time he spent with you, he scolded himself for not realising that you might get closer to mingyu.

"oh? maybe," you grinned as you pocketed your phone making wonwoo clear his throat.

"right, does he allow you to have half of his closet?"

"no we aren't that close yet."

"did he spend like a thousand dollars for you just for dessert nights?"

you smiled up at wonwoo and oh, that was a sight to behold.

"stop complaining now wonwoo," you hit his chest lightly as he fake grimaced.

"now I can't talk about my feelings to my beloved" wonwoo sighed.

you tensed at his choice of words as you looked back at him, a bitter taste in your mouth,

"well you liked her better," you didn't mean to say it that sharply.

"what?" wonwoo asked visibly confused.

"forget it, it doesn't matter," you shook him off as you turned towards the exit of icecream parlour,

"it matters, it's about you," wonwoo stopped you, urging you to come back inside.

he understood something was wrong, he wasn't that naive. he never trusted you to be angry at him for that petty of matter but as you were smiling again, he took it, and now he knows he should have pried further.

"wonwoo, I just," you looked away, you knew you had to do it now, you knew you had to find her socials and apologize to her after this, but it was a lot, you had never confessed before, never to anyone whom you had liked as much as wonwoo.

"y/n, say, what was that?" wonwoo asked again, his glasses resting on tip of his nose as you could make out a worried expression from his eyes, his thin lips were turned up in worry, his eyebrows scrunched up and how you hated how pretty you found him.

"wonwoo, I liked you, I might still do, I don't know anymore, please don't hate me, it's just... god, how did I even get it out," you panicked as wonwoo grasped your hands, pulling you closer for a hug.

"breathe y/n, don't panic please, you're gonna make me worry, hmm..?"

"why didn't you tell me if you liked me that much?"

this man was making you go nuts.

"I just...I know you would have never liked me—"

"but I like you."

"you don't understand wonwoo, you like me, platonically— you like her... she's so pretty—"

"y/n," wonwoo asserted, looking at your eyes, "you're beautiful."

"she's so pure and kindhearted—"

"you are too."

"she's so angelic and—"

"you're ethereal, y/n, there is no one like you, trust me," wonwoo said, his fingers grazing at you lips to keep you quiet.

"please believe me, I would never like her more than you, platonically or romantically," he whispered in your ears and you were so thankful that there were only you two in the ice cream parlour and you had occupied the farthest seat.

your heartbeat fastened at his words, you couldn't help but notice how genuine his eyes looked, how you would never fail to fall deep into them.

"do you really—"

"y/n, I admit that I did have a small crush on her but— it was always you, the crush swished away the moment I saw you the next day, smiling and laughing as you sat with mingyu on the park bench, you had worn your favorite t-shirt and you looked gorgeous in it, that crush blew away the moment I heard you laugh at one of my jokes, y/n... I... I am sorry I hurt you this much, please... please forgive me."

"wonwoo—"

"I am serious y/n, i really do like you."

you pursed your lips as you actually stopped breathing for a second, a small tear unknowingly welled up in you eyes as wonwoo rushed to wipe it.

"please forgive me, I love you."

would you ever not forgive him?

so when you had texted mingyu, that you're cancelling the movie plans for your date, wonwoo's hands were in yours. when you had fallen on the footpath because of your clumsiness, wonwoo's hands grasped you. when you were buying that huge cake to celebrate (as an excuse for continuing dessert night) wonwoo had you in his embrace. when you had cooked a short meal for both of you, wonwoo's lips had grazed your cheeks and when you both fell asleep to television's sound, you were in wonwoo's arms.

and you thank her for it.

(was going to post this tomorrow but wasn't able to stop myself for three more hours—)

tags: @feat-sun @dearharshii @everyonehatesshani @chamboa @love13tter

[zoropookie]

Imagine Venti dipping to another universe to do his silly little job and comes back to see how ScaraYn is doing on HHAB, gets jumpscared instead by their wedding scene or smt-/j

/srs 👉😎👉

You sat there, staring intently at the vanity mirror before you. Both in shock and half horror that you were actually getting married to the same person that you swore to destroy at the beginning of your career.

The reflection staring back at you was unrecognizable to you, but so familiar— your eyes squinting in disbelief, and your lips parted as if trying to gauge how realistic this was for you right now.

“Oh! You look pretty~” A soft female voice sang from the doorway as they came in. You had a feeling it was Ayaka from how unimposing she was, but your head was too scrambled to navigate that.

The room around you was a soft blur of white and pastel, a pointed scent of roses and lilies lingering in the room that started smelling staler and staler. The sunlight streaming through the huge windows casts a warm glow on the objects it touched, including your pristine wedding outfit.

It was all perfect, and yet even with the idyllic setting, you shook your head. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Ayaka stopped tweaking your outfit to look at you, also frozen in place. “What?”

“I don’t know, I— I can’t.”

Ayaka gasped promptly, her eyes widenening as she left go of the fabric, leaning towards you to whisper to you just in case the walls were thin. “Really? Cold feet right now?!”

“Well, not exactly, but oh my fucking god. Every time stuff like this happens, I get major heart palpitations. I mean, who even agreed to it being this fast anyway? Why did it happen so quickly?” You rambled. “It had to be today?!”

“You set everything up! He let you do all of the scheduling because he knew that you’d get scared easily if it were any earlier!” Ayaka’s voice was hushed, in the same amount of panic as you. “Do you think you’ll be okay?”

As you were about to answer, the door busted open with a very violent force, Hu Tao who was adorned in the same violet dress that Ayaka was fitted in (it looked horrible on Hu Tao), stopped herself from skidding against the marble floor with her heel.

She came in with explosive pants and breath she didn’t even know if she was able to catch. You and Ayaka both looked at each other in confusion before turning your attentions back to her.

“Guys. Keep it cool when I say this, too.” Hu Tao took a final breath before panic struck again. “Venti’s here.”

“VENTI?!” You screamed. “He’s missing!”

“Yeah, no fucking idea. I was going to steal a cupcake from the snack bar because Lumine said she made too many and I see motherfucking VENTI just asleep…chilling behind the table. He’s out, like,” Hu Tao put her hands together and made a sleeping gesture. “When I poked him, he literally opened his eyes and said hey, and went back to sleep.”

Your jaw dropped. “What, he just goes missing for six years and then decides to just show up picking his ass? How did he even find out?”

“No way this is happening…okay, let’s just— (Y/N), you cannot go out there.” Ayaka stopped you from moving forward. “What if Kuni’s out there too?”

“Oh, shocker. He hasn’t seen me wear lingerie either, you think I’m scared? I’m sure there’s more surprises coming.” You said, and with that, you lurched out the door in search for the offending man.

[missmielyhoran]

Housemate

in which Y/N finds a cheap place to live...

(Werewolf!Harry × Florist!reader)

Masterlist

*****

Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.

You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.

You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.

Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.

Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.

You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.

*****

Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.

His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.

A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.

His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.

No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.

He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.

He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.

"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.

"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.

He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.

"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.

"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.

He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"

That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-

Woah there calm down.

"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.

"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.

There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.

"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.

Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.

"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.

"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.

"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.

Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.

"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.

You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.

Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.

"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.

"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.

"Welcome to Lone Cottage, Y/N"

*****

Here is my soft puppy boy, istg i love him sm

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[jakeeyyxoxoxo]

A-R-T 🌙 2

Pairings: Jake Sim x reader, Jay x reader

Warnings: stalking? Creep? Obsession?

Word Count:

Song: Death of Peace of Mind

Part 1 | Part 2 |

Chatter filled the place as the music played loudly and bodies rubbed on each other. The air reeked of alcohol and sweat, it was not very inviting. There were drunk people everywhere and blinding lights. Jake watched Y/N on the dance floor with Kaia and some other girls.

You wore a light pink cropped sweater with low raise flare jeans; flaunting your gorgeous body. And finished the outfit off with your pink air forces and matching pink Kate Spade bag.

He always kept an eye on her whenever they went clubbing; his fingers gripped the bottle. Jake always made sure to drink very lightly, the condensation from the bottle made his fingers wet. His friends chatted and laughed but he wasn’t listening.

Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jungwon had invited them out because they hadn’t seen the pair in a while. Noticing his lack of attention, Heeseung spoke up. “You’ve been quiet Jake”, he said, “anything you wanna share?”.

At the sudden mention of his name, Jake’s head snapped toward his friends. Many things ran through his mind but his answer was simple, “Not really”.

“How’s Y/n ?”, Sunghoon asked, “Is she still modeling for that weird guy?”. Jake always confided in his friends, so when Y/n started working with Jay, it was natural for him to share his thoughts with his closet friends.

Jake really started telling them when he noticed Jay odd behaviour. He would never tell y/n because he knew that you loved your job and it paid you well. “Yup”, he sighed; bring the bottle to his lips as he sips his beer. Seeing the pained expression on his friend's face; Jungwon couldn’t help but speak up.

“Dude, I honestly think you should just tell her that you’re uncomfortable”, he stated dryly, “I’m sure she’ll respect your wishes”. Every time you kissed him and told him you were going to the study, Jake couldn’t help but think of the way another man’s eyes in on your body for hours.

The thought of another memorizing and taking in every detail about your body burned his soul. “I won’t do that to her”, he glanced at you. The alcohol has taken over, you had reached your limit. Jake thought you were cute drunk but he wanted you to be home safely. It was time to get you home.

“Babe”, you babbled as he carried you inside, “did you see the last portrait?”. You were being carried by Jake through the apartment, you were too intoxicated to stand on your own. He smiled as you kept playing his hair while he carried you, “No love”.

“WHAT??”, you gasp; wearing a shocked expression as he pushed the room door opening. He made his over to bed, gently setting you down as you continued your muttering about the portraits. Jake didn’t pay any mind, you were mostly talking about the different colors and canvases.

The room smelt like strawberry cheesecake and the walls were a light creme colored. It matched perfectly with the pastels in the room. He made his way around the room, pulling out you pajamas while getting the bathtub ready. The water ran and the bathroom steamed up.

He could still hear you talking and giggling in the other room. “He’ll immortalize me”, you muttered. That statement caught his attention as he came back to room to get you for the bath. “What was that love?”, he asked.

What did you mean by that, he thought to himself. His eyes bore into your soul as he awaited an answer. He was aching and burning as he waited. “Jay will immortalize me”, you giggled, “He said my beauty surpasses the beauty of the universe”.

“Oh really?”, Jake asked, pressing his lips together, “Don’t you find him a little odd?”. This was probably not the right time to be asking this but he couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Who? Jay?”, you smiled.

“Not really”, you stated as your eyes began to close, “he-” you yawned, “makes me feel like a goddess- a celestial being”. Your body crashed into the mattress, everything began to fade, “like something out of the world”. You whispered as you passed out.

The male couldn’t help but wodner if you would said all this while sober, he trusted you and your feelings mattered to him. However, he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt knowing another man made you feel thi way. Even if it was just work.

Jay hung up an older portrait of you on his wall, just next to his collection. He smiled as he took in his work. More, he knew he needed more. No matter how much his agency demanded him get a new model or do something different, he couldn’t

It had become an infatuation; something that devoured his mind. Painting you was the death of peace of mind. “You’re in the walls I made with crosses and frames; hanging upside down”. He would paint you on every medium, every angle, every color.

You were his muse, looking at you unlocked an infinite universe of possibilities in which he could explain beauty. But only your beauty. It was his A-R-T.

[ashascoven]

☽ ✯ venture x witch! reader pt. 2! ✯ ☾

✯ anddd welcome again, to my first venture fanfic ever!!!

✯ here is part one, more parts are to be added overtime >:)

✯ this part is lowkey lots of yapping.. but, i tried making the dialogue fun!!

✯ i hope there's someone out there to enjoy this, happy reading and happy venture loving!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! venturexreader ☆

reader is a female who practices witchcraft! i wrote her that way because i also am a witch irl! :,)

VERY lengthy build-up fanfic (LOTS of reading.. i type a lot i think?)

venture is referred to as sloan <3

lifeweaver is besties with the reader, referred to as niran!

everything related to witchcraft here may be exaggerated / inaccurate for fanfic purposes.. but i tried writing it all into an experience > just reading!!

eventual ritual smut....

feel free to hmu, hope u enjoy :D

A doorbell going off ended up interrupting your moment with your companions, earning a startled jolt from you.

‘oh? who could that- oh my stars-!’

“i forgot niran was coming over! Σ(O_O)”

You quickly set your pets down, practically skating to the door in your fuzzy knee socks.

“niran!”

“y/n, hello! it's a pleasure to see you again! :D”

“likewise! please, come in!”

You beamed, gesturing for him to come inside.

“man, your outfit’s nice, even on a rainy day! you always smell so good too!” 

You cheerfully spoke as he closed his petal patterned umbrella and stepped onto your welcoming ‘beware of rock eater’ mat.

“why thank you! i try to dress for the mood! today is.. comfortable, and despite the weather, bright. (๑˘︶˘๑)”

He bowed with his hands clasped together before following you in, immediately taking his shoes off and continuing.

A picnic basket hung from one of his arms, seemed to be filled with flowers and food.

He wore a baggy pastel yellow sweater with loose-fitted brown pants and sandals. His hair was also tied back, a peach colored flower clip holding it into a wispy bun.

You on the other hand… You just wore what you slept in; a dark purple nightgown that went down to your calves. 

No worries there though, it was just Niran, and you two were close anyway.

He came over every now and then, usually while Sloan was at work. You two would chat over tea and catch up on each other's lives, sometimes baking or even studying something together. 

One thing you really piqued his interest with was your love for witchcraft. In return, his notorious green thumb is what had yours.

Naturally, both of you working with the Earth and the life on it led to the blossoming friendship you two shared, being the best of spiritual friends.

“i was just about to start brewing the tea for our chat today.. how's it going?”

You asked, leading him to your kitchen’s coffee table and quickly pulling out chairs for you both. You then stood by the counter, frantically pulling out mugs and boiling water for you both.

“i’m doing wonderfully! thank you, my friend.” He sat down gently, setting down his basket on the table to quickly pet the vase of roses at the table.

The growing buds on the plant seemed to like Niran, sprouting open as he touched them. He pulled his hand away, careful to not turn your entire kitchen into a greenhouse with just his fingertips.

The flytraps (and other plants) on the counter across also seemed to like him, slowly moving their heads to face him as if he were the sun.

“i brought some plants that were freshly picked from my garden! their flavors would compliment that delicious tea you always make. maybe you could use some for your spell work as well?”

He opened the basket, pulling out an assortment of different herbs and flowers. 

The smell of lavenders, jasmines, mints, lemon balms, chamomile.. It was an ongoing list of the smells that hit your nose, and you took them all in graciously.

“ah, thank you, niran! these are all so.. lovely! and they smell amazing.. i could sniff at these for ageess..!” You swooned, now standing over the table with flowers pressed against your nose, making Niran chuckle.

“anytime, my dear y/n! here, i brought some other things you might like too. there's some ginger, cinnamon, cloves, thyme..”

As he continued listing off each item and taking them out of the basket, you drooled.

“phew, it's like you did all of my craft's shopping for me! thank you so much, this is all so thoughtful, genuinely!” You cheered, throwing your arms around the silver haired man.

“really, anytime! i know you really enjoy what you practice, and your skills from it has helped me many times in the past. so, if anything, thank you.”

He returned the hug, patting your back with a close-eyed smile.

“ahh, you’re literally one of my biggest supporters! what would i do without you? how, uh.. how could i repay you? this is all too kind, ya know..”

You pulled away and looked to the side in embarrassment, your hands still on his shoulders.

He put a hand on top of one of yours, his smile still gleaming.

“well, if you really insist, how about a reading? if your energy is up to it, of course.”

You looked back at him, constellations in your eyes.

“you bet! i’d love to do a reading for you! let me just grab the decks from my room!”

Niran watched as you rushed back to the table with your arms filled with decks of cards. 

He would have offered to help you with carrying them, but you seemed to have had it handled in your own orderly way..

“okay, so! this flower themed tarot deck is definitely speaking to me, let's set that one aside..”

You started separating the pile of decks on the table, mumbling to yourself over what cards you felt fit Niran’s energy.

“this lunar oracle deck can come out too! full moon’s tomorrow, and the cards are pink! so it'd make sense..”

“medieval themed oracle cards..?? ehh.. too classy and old, i dunno about that on-”

“OOH! but but but!! we HAVE to use these cherry blossom themed set of cards for you, niran! wouldn't you agree?!”

Truthfully, Niran didn't mind what cards or tools you used to read his energy.

“of course, y/n! those blossom cards are lovely. i trust whichever ones you decide to use, since your judgment has never once let me down.”

He chuckled, clasping his hands together with an accepting smile.

He's trusted your intuition for years, and your empathetic senses have definitely rubbed off on him too.

You've gotten him through hard times you didn't even think were possible for such a passive person, especially for one who is so in tune with their own frequencies to the planet.

He went back to sipping at his tea, watching how you quickly put the decks you didn't plan to use back in your room, returning with a box of incense sticks.

Something in the air felt a bit off to him already, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.

Your home felt safe and comfortable, but your aura felt.. bothered. It was written on your face as well, but he wasn't going to mention it right away.

“hmm. since i have yet to ask you.. how are you doing, y/n?”

He asked, observing you as you sat back down and hastily laid out the three decks you chose for him.

“whew, how am i?” You repeated, pulling out a stick and lighting it, circling it around the card boxes on the table.

“i wiiisssh i could say i wasn't thrown off but.. niran, you honestly wouldn't believe what sloan did to me this morning..” You shook your head, knocked on the tarot deck box, and pulled out the cards.

“oh? that.. already doesn't sound good.” He crossed a leg over the other in his seat, taking another sip of tea.

“mhm. you know those jars of water i had curing under every full moon for 3 years? the long-term salted ones?”

He nodded, his eyes falling onto your fast hands, shuffling the cards face-down.

“well! guess who randomly decided to wake up this morning and take them to work? sloan did.” Your shuffling got quicker after a card flew out onto the table.

“what's even worse? they literally boiled an egg with some of the water! and FED IT TO ME!!” Two more cards flew out.

“goddess only knows what they took the rest for! could you believe that??! who even does that to a witch, ya know??!? what's the big idea?!?” You gritted your teeth, not noticing another card flying out.

The rain seemed to fall harder the more you ranted about your current frustration with Sloan.

Niran noticed this, taking a quick glance at how much darker it suddenly turned outside through the kitchen window.

You however, did not. Your eyes were closed as they usually were for card readings, in hopes of helping you focus more on what energy you were working with.

“it's just so crazy to me to think that we've been together so long, and i went over this with them before too!” Another card plopped onto the table.

“i told them ‘please don’t ever mess with any jars of water i leave around the house' when we first got together.. and what do they do?! they mess with it!!! what if they quit their job to go and boil eggs for other people with my fucking water!?” Your angry shuffling became difficult for Niran’s eyes to keep up with.

“they already made it to my himalayan salts AND my salt lamps! how do you think they broke their teeth? it wasn’t even a rock, it was a salt lamp, niran, a salt lamp!"

He was convinced the lightning would've struck through your house if you had kept going, but he didn't dare to interrupt a.. clearly agitated witch.

"..but my water?!? really?? salt is easy to get back, but not all of that moon's energy! i took my time preserving it because i take my waters seriously!” 

You smacked the last card on the table, getting startled by the thunder outside also slamming down in sync with your hand.

This snapped you out of your rant and back into reality, your eyes widening in realization..

“o-oh! wait- i-i’m so sorry! geez, the weather's really gotten to me today, huh?-”

“no, please, feel free to continue!＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／”

“..huuh? (〇_ｏ)”

Niran had reached across the table, gently taking the rest of cards out of your grasp and placing them aside. Then, he held one of your hands with both of his, that welcoming glow still on his face. (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

“your craft is most effective when your energy is at its truest and realest display, am i right?”

“u-uh.. uh-huh..?” You nodded, surprised at Niran’s understanding.

“then please, if voicing your frustrations would help you connect more closely with your practice, i’m happy to listen.”

You looked down at his hands, then at the six cards laying out on the table.

“i- uh- sorry, and thank you.. i’m grateful that you get me so well.” You rubbed the back of your neck out of embarrassment and looked to the side.

“of course, y/n! you are always welcomed to let your emotions flourish around me.”

He held his face and leaned on the table in content. The soft smile he wore hadn’t left since he arrived. (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

The six cards were laid out with their faces downward, three above the other three.

☐☐☐

☐☐☐

You flipped the first row of cards upwards, revealing the knight of cups, the fool, and the tower, all reversed.

“hmm.. the knight of cups is the protagonist of our reading today,” you closed your eyes again with a hum, “they are ambitious and filled with passionate energy for something, but they are also reckless and.. venturesome.”

“this leads us to the fool. they don't feel like a separate person, but rather, someone who the knight is on the path of becoming. their ambition leads them to.. a lack of direction, and forgetting the consequences of their actions.”

“heh, sounds familiar.” Niran chuckled.

“pshh, i know right?” You opened your eyes, rolling them.

“when they become the fool, they bring.. crisis, and they bring it very soon.” You rubbed your chin, your eyes dancing between the cards as if it were a movie only you could watch. 

“this is the tower card, and it represents some sort of inevitable disaster. we can see the fool is approaching it, so.. i say, the fool’s obliviousness is what will lead the tower to fall.”

“it doesn't feel like a mistake or.. anything malicious though..” You looked to the side, your eyes catching onto Sloan's ‘i can dig that!’ mug in the dish drainer.

“it just feels like.. destruction, one that is well needed in order to learn some kind of lesson.” Your eyes went back to the cards on the table.

“I see.” Niran kept observing your movements, choosing to wait until the end of the reading to speak his mind.

“the tower falling only brings change, and this can be both great and not-so-great. there's unavoidable loss, but also a new beginning to something.. naturally, the fool won't see that right away."

“it feels like they'll need time to process their guilt.. to understand that misfortune is a part of life, and that's where the wheel comes in.” 

You turned over the second row of cards, not needing to see them to know that the next one would be the wheel of fortune. 

All of them were also reversed.

“the wheel of fortune represents bad luck here.. sometimes, there's just some things that happen in life that you can't control, whether you caused its awakening or not, ya know?”

Sloan had found themselves a beauty, one that they were sure their witch at home would love.

It was a palm-sized geode, just small enough to fit into the rims of the water-filled jars.

But, what made this geode special? With all of the other geodes and clusters of stones overflowing in their bag, what made the adventurer stop and swoon over this specific ore?

Well, they always loved it when crystals they planned on bringing home for you ended up having funky shapes, especially when mined in halves.

They've brought you star shapes, cloud shapes, diamond shapes, even animal shapes!.. but never a heart shaped one before, and that's what this one was.

It was a heart shaped cluster of celestites.

Celestine is a sky-blue mineral, said to be formed by pieces of the heavens that had fallen to the Earth ages ago. 

They knew this because it was on your master list of gemstones you wanted to add to your collection.

‘..moldavite, black opal.. star hollandite quartz, aventurine.. oh! would you believe that i have yet to own a piece of celestine?!..’

They memorized the entirety of your list, but that segment of it is what made their findings click to them. 

It wasn't the rarest or most expensive stone to own or anything, and they admired that you wanted crystals like it for its spiritual aspect over its worth.

That's apart of what made them fall in love you.

Even when you guys first met, Sloan had all of the money in the world from their adventurous style of living.

People were more than happy to pay them for the joyful risks they took on their life in order to uncover artifacts from the past.

Despite this, money truly didn't matter to them. It never changed them as a person, nor did it change you.

That, along with the interest you two shared in rocks and bones is what brought together your relationship with them.

More specifically, you studied the spiritual and emotional attributes of crystals, and this opened Sloan’s eyes to a new world of caving.

Most of their life was spent being an archeologist after all, so their studies strayed more towards the physical attributes and formations of rocks than spiritual.

When you told them about how you practiced using crystals to align your energy for all sorts of occasions in your life, their jaw dropped.

It was like their life of eating rocky road ice cream was changed with you showing them more flavors.

‘HUH?!? ROCKS CAN.. DO THAT?!?’

‘duh?!? our planet is constantly moving at different frequencies, along with all of the things on it! that includes us, and the rocks that we live on.. i'm surprised you didn-’

‘what would happen if i hypothetically ate a rock that wasn't matching my vibe!?!’

‘👁️👁️’

‘👁️👁️’

The talks you two shared about how the origins of rocks and their metaphysical meanings correspond together just clicked buttons in your brains that decided you two were soulmates.

Sloan could listen to you rant for hours on how the colors and shapes of different crystals determined their meditative uses, all while confidently being able to explain how they were formed to you if you asked.

Of course, you'd ask with your ears wide open every time, happily willing to listen to them.

Each time you gave them your fullest attention and actually seemed interested in their rocky rambles, they felt their heart race even more for you.

This turned into museum dates, fossil hunting dates at the beach, crystal shop visits, and even picnics where you two would go searching for bugs to keep together.

Sloan had never spent so much time tuning into their element with someone like this before.

Eventually, they found themselves in your house one day, laying on their stomach in your bed, shirtless and comforted by your aura.

You sat closely next to them, a bowl in your hand, filled with crystals that they had gifted you after every date.

Then, you started lining gemstones on their back, giving them sweet little back rubs and telling them about the chakra roots of each one.

(You also had to control yourself from not touching all over their muscles..)

In response, they spoke more slowly and calmly, which was surprising compared to their usual quick, excited talks with you.

‘..and this one? works really well with clearing your throat chakra, whether your sick or feeling shy, it works miracles in getting your words out-’

‘mmmh… is it.. a turquoise rock?’

‘yeah! :D’

‘hnngh, i figuureedd.. that one probably took millions of years to form, since water has to driiipp it's way into rocks, making oxygen go bye-byee.. (¯▿¯)’

They seemed so out of it, but it made you giggle to yourself, knowing you were doing your current job right.

‘thenn? it oxidizes and- ooughh, that's the spot..- it oxidizes and reacts andd.. boomm, bluee.. (o´∀`o)’

The magic you worked with your hands into the knots in their back made their eyes roll back in relief, struggling to focus on their words.

‘ahh, i could marry someone with.. haanddss like youurss~.. this is the liiifee..!’

‘wh- hello??? (ᗒᗣᗕ)’

It took a bit.. okay, maybe a LOT of nervous apologies and indirect confessions for them to actually ask you out after that, but you guys got together in the end!

Even with the new titles of being romantic partners, the way you two bounced off of each other's energies never faded as time passed.

Maaayybee sometimes you'd get onto them for eating away at your salts.. and your incense ashes.. and your crushed egg shells..

But! They always made sure to bring home a new gemstone for you whenever they left the house, and that made your love for them never fade.

In return, you always keep their favorite ice cream in the freezer for them anyway.

Only two hours had passed of them being in the mine, and they already scored their find of the day! 

Bonus points since they had the perfect plan for how they wanted to give it to you..

They hastily picked up their tools and jogged back to the entrance, wiping sweat off of their forehead with a ‘phew! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)’

They stretched for a bit, before hovering over their belongings. 

First, they made sure to pack their tools and crystal finds into their bag, putting back on their jackets and dusting off their shoulders for extra ‘feeling accomplished’ measures. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Then, they hovered over where the jars stood, uncovering the dark cloths and lids off of them to carefully drop different clusters into them, including the celestine.

They held the jar of now-soaking celestine up to their eye, smiling at the thought of surprising you with it.

‘ i hope mi amor likes it!〜(＞＜)〜 '

After refastening the clothed lids back on, they slid the filled jars into their jacket pockets, grabbing their things and zipping back up to their surface with their rope.

They planned on surprising you with what they'd like to call, ‘sloan’s super-duper charged jar of celestine!!’ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Niran enjoyed watching you do tarot readings solely for the moments where you basically predicted the cards. 

It made the experience more eye opening to how in tune you really were with your practice. 

You didn't just read what was on the cards, you read what they were telling you.

“when the wheel decides the misfortune of this foolish adventurer, they'll stumble on five cups..”

“the five of cups appears here to highlight the pure intentions and forgiveness of the fool, but this causes them to clumsily knock over three of said cups.” You picked up the fool and sat it on top of the five of cups..

“they’ll mourn the falling of these cups, regretting their newfound knowledge of misfortune coming back to them threefold, but.."

“maybe it's just, a harsh lesson to be learnt?”

“their belief of the threefold law only stresses them out more, but the two cups left standing are to represent the people they still have in their life-”

“ah, so despite the fool’s despair, they still have support from the standing cups?” Niran asked in a seemingly curious tone, but really, he now had an idea of what, or rather, who your reading might've really meant..

“yup! does this.. resonate with you, niran? someone you know, maybe?”

“hmm.. i'm not so sure.” He was entirely sure, but he was waiting for you to figure it out.

“i see.. well, it feels like.. i'm being told that this person is very likely to beat themselves up over an accident, easily forgetting that they aren't alone.”

“if this reaches you, then the lovers card is here for reassurance, kind of?” You held the last card upright to show him, your other hand going over your heart.

“the lovers tend to bring harmony, but since they're reversed.. they represent conflict and pressure.” You placed it back down in its original reversed state.

“i would take them as a sign to take a break from something maybe? even the most hopeful changes in routine can throw off the balance of what didn’t need a change after al-”

“IM HOOOMMEEEE, MII AMOOORR~!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃”

✯ if you've made it this far, tysm for reading again!

✯ i tried to keep the writing immersive (im running on no hours of sleep), but despite all of this still being a wip / proofread, feedback is 100% welcomed!

✯ here is the link for part 3! anddd here are the borders used!

✯ that being said, enjoy your day/night! stay hydrated, stan venture <3