#oh i'm going to be so annoying about this

[rosy-hollow]

Gojo who's a little shit and doesn't tell his students that he's seeing someone until he comes to school with a gorgeous ring on his finger that Nobara notices immediately.

"Oi! Gojo-Sensei! Where the hell did you get that ring from?!" she eyes him warily. "You didn't steal it, did you?"

Gojo gapes at her in mock offense. "Kugisaki, I'm hurt! How could you think so low of me?!" he presses the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically.

Megumi just rolls his eyes from his desk, reading quietly as Yuji watches the two with fervent interest. The ravenette knew his sensei's antics by now - after all, he had met Gojo's lover - you - himself.

You weren't entirely a secret - he knew, Shoko knew, Nanami knew - so why Gojo had forgone telling his fellow classmates was solely because Gojo liked to be annoying.

Tuning back into the conversation - Megumi hears Yuji pipe up, intervening between Kugisaki and Gojo's bickering.

"What're they like, Gojo-sensei?" Yuji asks, and Gojo gets a dreamy look in his eyes that makes Megumi groan internally.

"Oh Yuji, she's the sweetest! She's the most gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, decadent, alluring, attractive, bewitching, irresistable, ravishing, magnificent, stunning, heavenly, hot-"

"OKAY- You can stop now." Nobara interrupts loudly, eyebrow twitching as she cringes from her sensei's strange demeanor.

"- woman ever." Gojo finishes with a big grin, and Megumi wants to facepalm.

Nobara snorts, still not believing him. "Knowing you, Sensei- you'd probably have bought a ring for the hell of it and pretend you have a fiancé just so that you don't seem like a single loser."

Gojo gapes in shock. "My wife is very real thank you very much- you're just jealous." He sniffs, pouting childishly.

Nobara stares at him unamused. "1- 'she's' not your wife yet, and either way, she still probably doesn't exist! And why the hell would I be jealous of you-"

Megumi stops listening after that, but he can't help but feel a little bad for Kugisaki.

Knowing Gojo, he's just going to be even more annoying about it.

So, when Nobara does finally meet you - Mrs. Gojo-to-be, let's just say, though she hates to admit it, Gojo wasn't wrong.

Bewitching, irresistable, ravishing- whatever.

she begrudingly slides Megumi a 10 dollar bill after the whole ordeal was over.

A/N: lowk think gojo forgot to tell yuji and nobara about you and was too cocky to admit it

[lizsos]

One Of Them

warning: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, In-ho being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching (made up kid name) this does not take place in squid game!!

Genre: smut

Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Hwang going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.

From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Ji-ho .

When Ji-ho is over, everything’s quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.

You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because In-ho is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You couldn't even stay inside anymore to get work done.

At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.

It was getting to the point where you couldn’t take it. You were so fed up. Didn’t he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.

Weeks go by and nothing changes, Ji-ho coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.

You swore you couldn’t take it, you had barely been able to study, occasionally spending an hour or two in a nearby café between classes. When you noticed your grades slipping, your eyes having prominent bags at the lack of sleep, you groan loudly in frustration. Finding your legs moving before you could even process it.

Your fist raising to knock on the man’s door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. “What?”

Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.

The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. “Now, what do we have here?” he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the door’s frame. “Here to get your turn sweetheart?”

You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the hwang man stared you down. “I.. I’m here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.”

In-ho whistled, “Oh? A bold one huh? I like it,” His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. “you’re a pretty little thing you know,” he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “wonder what you’d look like ruined underneath me.”

You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. “Just keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.”

In-ho could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. “So i’m an old man now? That’s a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.” he shrugged, “but it’s okay, you’ll get there.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. He’d probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you weren’t gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didn’t need that usual noise the day before your big test.

In-ho had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Hwang man’s hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.

You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldn’t let yourself give in you plus didn't want to be one of them.

Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Hwang In-go had become your fantasy.

And it was unbearable.

Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing In-ho’s loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.

It was Thursday, and Ji-ho would be coming tomorrow per routine, so you’d finally get a break then. But, you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.

You waited a minute, a shirtless In-ho emerging into the door frame as it flew open. In-ho smirked, “Ah, you again.” His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. “Finally came to your senses?”

His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.

“N-no.” you objected sternly. “I’m here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-“

You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. “Your face says otherwise, sweetheart.”

“No it d-doesn’t.. you’re just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.”

In-ho’s brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, “Back to that nickname i see,” His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. “Gonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.”

You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes . In-ho’s eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. “Don’t worry, this dirty old man’s lips are clean”

Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. In-ho smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.

In-ho was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the man’s lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.

You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. “Mr. Hwang— ah, so- ngh g-ood.”

“That’s not my name sweetheart, try again.” he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. “I-In-ho —” Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. “Last chance.”

You moaned loudly, your back arching as In-ho slammed into you. “D-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckk—,”

In-ho hummed in satisfaction, “Look at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?” His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. “Moaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.”

You let out a shaky cry, “Haah— M-Mr. Hwang,” Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. “Not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You mewled, “‘M sorry— nngh,” Your back arching when In-ho bullied his cock deeper into you.

“Still waiting sweetheart ” he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. “D-addy— ahh- so good,” you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.

“Good fucking girl, you’re getting there” he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. “Pussy’s so fucking tight— better be on the pill cause i’m botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.”

“Ah— nngh daddy, ‘m close- gonna cum.” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, In-ho’s thrusts sloppy as he groaned.

“Gonna cum on this old man’s dick yeah?” He teased cockily, “Had so much talk for someone who’s falling apart on my cock.” In-ho grunted, “Bet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?”

You shook your head no with a cry, “Uh uh- ahh— wasn’t.”

“Sure about that? Sure you didn’t sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?” His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on In-ho ’s cock.

“O-oh fuck— ‘m cumming— ah, cumming daddy.”In-ho’s hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.

“Nngh—” The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. In-ho’s hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. “Fuck sweetheart- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.” He breathed, “make a mess on my cock.”

In-ho’s mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.

It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.

In-ho never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.

“Even fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.” he laughed, “Wonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.”

You let out a whine, In-ho flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. “Fuck,” he grunted, his words in between each thrust. “gonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.” Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.

A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.

He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. “Would make such a good breeding bunny.” Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. “Might have to keep you around, can’t be disturbed if you’re the one making the noise now can you?”

You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as In-ho pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.

In-ho hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. “Rest if you need to, then leave.” He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.

The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.

He wanted to make you his pretty little girl.

[zorosangell]

hii i just viewed ur intro and omg we have the same favs !! they’re both so silly i love them smm. this idea has been in my mind for like the past month, what would zoro be like with reader who’s the exact opposite of him? she’s super sweet, gentle, patient, etc,..

i can imagine reader speaking for zoro because of how rude he can get, or zoro getting frustrated bc of how kind she is to others but ofc u don’t have to do this, and always take ur time!

⛥ﾟ・。 sweetheart

synopsis: after winning a candlelit dinner for two, zoro tries his best to ask you out... though you don't seem to catch the hint.

cw: i think i got a cavity writing this, fluffy fluff, lovey zoro, in-love zoro, tender zoro, lovesick zoro, sprinkle of jealous zoro, reader's a bit dense (not bimbo territory but close enough), reader is adorable.

a/n: i genuinely believe he would be sooo awkward in a romantic setting. i love suave zoro down bad but awkward zoro holds a special place in my heart

"Zoro, don't let me go!" you squealed, eyes screwing shut as your body went stiff as a board.

"I have to let you go," he chuckled, an amused smirk rising to his lips at your panic. "How else are you gonna learn?"

"No! No, no, no, no! I'm not ready!"

"You can always just stand up if you sink. Ready?"

"No!"

"3... 2... 1—"

"No, I can't do it!"

"Wait, don't—!"

Another shriek of terror ripped from your lips as your hand shot up to grab the swordsman by the arm, yanking him into the water with a large splash as your body began to sink.

Swiftly, Zoro rose to his feet, shaking the salt water out of his eyes as he quickly yoked you out of the shallows by your ankle, raising you up with one arm.

"Did ya have to take me with you this time?" he huffed, brows flattened.

The moment you came up, you took in a large gasp of air, letting out a few harsh coughs as you frantically attempted to catch your breath.

The action banished all playfulness from the man, and instead sent a sharp pang of fear through his chest.

"Hey, hey, hey," he softened, shifting his grip to hold you bridal style, lightly patting your back. "Easy. Did you open your mouth again?"

You nodded, wheezing as you swiped a few soaking strands of hair from your face.

'Nice going, (y/n)...'

The swordsman was supposed to be teaching you how to swim, but now, not only did you embarrass yourself once again—for the fourteenth time, to be exact—but you looked like a drowned rat doing it.

"Oh, gosh, Zoro, I'm so sorry!" you apologized, finally able to speak. "I just got so nervous and before I knew it I was falling and—!"

"Hey, it's alright. That's what practice is for," he assured, carefully lowering you to your feet.

With a sigh, you hopped down, wringing out your hair with an annoyed huff.

It brought a smile to the swordsman's face.

You were so adorable.

Your puffed cheeks.

Your soaked hair.

Your furrowed brows.

You looked like a wet kitten; one he wanted to squeeze and pinch the cheeks of.

"You wanna try again?" he suggested.

"I don't think I can," you sighed, glancing at the setting sun. "It's getting dark and I promised Nami I'd help her out with her hair."

A proud grin found its way onto your lips, Zoro's heart adding an extra beat to its rhythm at the sight.

"She's got a hot date tonight, so me an' Robin are gonna help her pull out all the stops," you released your hair, allowing it to swish past your shoulders. "But you can walk back to the ship with me if you want."

That reminds him...

'Shit.'

"Uh... yeah," he nodded, awkwardly glancing around.

As you continued to fiddle with your strands, he discreetly tugged a flyer and two tickets out his swim trunks, looking over the sopping wet papers for about the hundredth time.

ONE TIME OFFER ONLY: CANDLELIT DINNER UNDER THE STARS

Want to have a special night with a special someone? Want to make magical memories that'll last a lifetime? Enter our island's annual Tournament of Strength!

Whoever can lift the most wins an all-expenses-paid dinner on the beach under the stars!

(Formal attire required. Officials are not responsible for any injuries retained during the competition)

Zoro had competed in the tournament earlier that day, and to say he won by a landslide was an understatement.

He won by a hospital building.

Literally.

He uprooted and bench-pressed the local hospital.

The swordsman knew no one on the little, out-of-the-way island was beating that, and he needed those tickets.

But now that he had them in his hand, a new sensation he'd never known before suddenly introduced itself to his stomach.

Nerves.

Roronoa Zoro... the notorious pirate hunter... the man with a bounty over a billion... the man known throughout the seas for his ruthlessness... was scared to ask out a girl.

It was almost laughable, were he not so frustrated with himself.

'C'mon! It's just (y/n)! Man up and do it!'

With a sigh, he glanced at you, noticing you were still distracted by your swimsuit.

Perfect.

Whistling, he dropped the flyer in the ocean, allowing the waves to slowly carry it toward you.

"Huh?" you raised a brow, feeling something brush against your leg. "A piece of paper?"

Bending down, you picked it up, being mindful of its wetness as you didn't want it to tear.

"Huh? Oh, man. People really need to learn how to pick up after themselves," Zoro nodded, trying and failing to feign ignorance.

'Idiot!'

"Yeah, I can't stand it when people litter," you agreed, completely oblivious.

"Yeah, totally. It's the worst," he rested his hands on his hips. "But... what's the paper? Something important?"

"Nah. It's just an event flyer."

"An event flyer?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised someone dropped it. All the girls in town were gushing about it earlier today."

"Yeah... what do you think about it?"

"I think someone probably got excited and dropped the flyer."

"Not that. What do you think about the flyer?"

"The flyer? Um... I think it's nice. I like the little star designs on the corners."

"No, not that. The—"

"Hey, sweetness," a random man appeared out of nowhere, eyeing you up. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

Turning around, you raised a brow, pointing to yourself.

"Me?"

"Who the hell are you?" Zoro asked, not bothering to extinguish the annoyance in his voice.

"I'm just a guy who'd like to talk to the lady for a moment," he glanced to you, flashing a sleazy smile. "If that's alright?"

"Oh, sure, I guess," you shrugged, turning back to the swordsman. "Be back in a sec, Zoro."

"(y/n), I—"

But the two of you had already walked off, forcing the swordsman to let out a groan of frustration.

None of this would be happening if you just manned up...

'Shut it.'

Not wasting a second, Zoro trailed after you both, hanging back a good distance so you didn't notice him.

You walking off with another man left a bad taste in his mouth, especially given your innately trusting nature.

It wasn't that he believed you couldn't handle yourself, or were weak in any way, he just preferred to be safe rather than sorry.

Besides, he didn't mind acting as your bodyguard.

Enjoyed it, actually.

Other than Luffy, Zoro didn't trust anyone to protect you to the fullest and farthest extent that he did.

And that wasn't even a dig to his crew.

Many just thoroughly misunderstood the lengths this man was willing to go to... the pain he was willing to put himself through, for you.

Except for his captain.

When you and the man finally came to a stop, Zoro stopped as well, watching intently as the two of you talked.

"A date?!" you exclaimed, shocked.

"Yeah, sweetness," the rando nodded, grinning widely. "I've been watchin' you all day, and have been meaning to ask."

"First of all, I would prefer if you'd stop calling me that. My name is (y/n). And second, I don't know you that well...?"

"Mark," he filled in for you.

"Mark... we've just met. And I'm sorry but I just don't really feel comfortable going on a date with you."

"I know that, sweetness, but we could always get to kn—"

As the man's eyes flicked past your head, his blood ran cold, gaze suddenly locked with the first mate of the Strawhat crew.

Zoro was furious, sizing him up with a glare reserved only for those guilty of unforgivable crimes in his eyes.

This crime in particular making the poor bastard deserving of capital punishment.

"Ugh, it's (y/n)," you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest at his failure to listen, completely oblivious to the war going on behind you. "Jeez..."

"Sorry, sweetness!" he blurted, quickly turning around and speed walking away.

"You don't have to apologize for asking, but at least get my name right!" you called after him.

With perfect timing, Zoro walked up to stand beside you, returning your smile to your face.

"Hey! Sorry about that. That guy was super weird," you sighed, turning to him and allowing your shoulders to sink. "I've really gotta get going now. Nami's gonna kill me if I don't help her."

You moved to step around him, about to break into a half-jog/half-sprint.

It was now or never...

"Wait, (y/n)," Zoro stopped you, quickly grabbing your wrist.

You halted, raising a brow and glancing at him with a confused expression.

"Hm? What's up?"

Inhaling through his nose, the swordsman took a deep breath, calming his racing heart.

"That flyer... the one I was asking you about earlier... it was mine," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "I was holding onto it because I wanted to ask you about it."

Intrigued, you completely turned to face him, tilting your head.

"Ask me about it?"

He nodded, a faint tinge of red rising from his neck to his cheeks.

"Why?"

"Well... I won the contest... and got the tickets to the fancy dinner..."

Your eyes widened slightly, becoming starry.

"And I wanted to know if you wanted to... possibly go with me... tonight?"

Tensing his muscles, he braced himself for anything.

A punch.

A scoff.

A harsh no.

But to his surprise, you did none of those things, instead letting out a giddy squeal as you nearly jumped on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"Of course!" you cheesed, utterly over the moon. "Zoro, I'd love to! Oh, my gosh, are you kidding?!"

He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, a wide grin stretching across his lips as his shoulders sank with relief.

Thank God...

"I have the perfect dress in mind! That blue one I bought in town today! No, wait! The green one! It'll match your hair!"

Suddenly, you gasped, remembering something deathly important.

"Crap! Nami's hair! I forgot!"

Quickly, the swordsman put you down, allowing you to give him a big peck on the cheek before you broke into a sprint.

"I'll see you later tonight, Zo! I can't wait!" you waved, your smile blinding as you began to weave through umbrellas and other beach-goers.

And, if one were to look closely, you could see hearts in the swordsman's eyes.

Zoro had it baaad, no doubt about it.

And he'd gotten to the point where he honestly didn't even care anymore.

He'd allow you to gush all over him and chat to your heart's content if it meant he could see that smile again, and see you so unabashedly happy.

You were a sweetheart, and deserved the world.

And he'd be damned if he didn't try his hardest to give it you.

[slut4thebroken]

A Pleasant Surprise

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | You’re hired to gain dirt/intel on Neil so your client can blackmail him into selling his store or something idk lol. You’re stalking him basically.

Warnings | Smut, technically non con cause voyeurism, come eating lowkey lol, stalking, overstim, masturbation, multiple orgasms, pain kink?, light cbt, pathetic & subby!Neil obvi.

Words | 1.7 k

Notes | I wrote this in like… one hour lmao.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 20: CBT

“I think I’m going insane.”

Your friend laughed through the phone at your opening, then finally replied, “Why?”

“You know that guy I was hired to gain intel on?”

“Scrawny, nerdy one, right?” She asked. “Something about not selling his store?” You sighed heavily, finally taking the binoculars away from your face for a break. 

“Yeah. All he does is sit at home and watch movies, go to work, and then sometimes sit at work and watch movies… I’m so fucking bored.”

“Can you at least see the tv and watch too?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t even matter! They’re all weird, obscure films that no one has ever even heard of!” Your friend laughed again and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up— It’s not funny.” You grumbled. 

“It’s a little funny.”

“Then switch jobs with me!” You whined, despite already knowing her answer. 

“Can’t. I'm watching this rich kid who’s supposed to take over his dead dad’s business.” 

“Rich kid? Is he hot?”

“Hang on.” You heard some movement through the phone, then felt it vibrate. “Check your messages.” You obeyed and turned the phone on speaker before opening the text from her, finding a picture of one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your entire life. 

“What the hell? That’s not fair!” Your voice got even more whiny than it was before as you pouted. 

“Eh… He travels a lot for work which is annoying. And like I said, his dad just died so he’s all depressed now.”

“I’d rather have a sad fucking Greek sculpture than,” you lifted the binoculars again, but Neil was gone. “Okay- what the fuck? I swear, I took my eyes off him for less than two minutes.”

“Oh my god— please go do your job. I have to go anyway, he should be leaving the office soon.”

“Whatever.” You huffed with a pout while you searched the other windows of the house for any sign of him. “Enjoy your hottie while I’m stuck doing nothing all day.”

That made her laugh quietly. “Let’s meet up for dinner soon, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You muttered playfully, unable to hide your smile. 

The call finally ended and you focused your attention on the house again. Usually if he went into the bathroom, the light was on, but the room was still dark. After waiting a few minutes, you finally saw the bedroom light flick on. Neil was bad about leaving his blinds open, but you weren’t complaining— it made your job a lot easier.

He sat down at a desk and was typing something on the computer. You couldn’t see what because he was perpendicular to the window you were watching him through, so you could only see him from the side. 

Then, after a couple minutes, his hand drifted down to his crotch. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, hoping he was just adjusting himself or something… But, no. He started palming his bulge and you practically ripped the binoculars away from your face with a blush. 

This has happened a few times over the course of your career and usually you just take it as a sign to go on a break and get food or something… However, you couldn’t help it when you slowly lifted the binoculars again, biting your lip as you watched. 

It didn’t take long for him to scramble to open his pants and take out his erection. You choked on your spit and your eyes widened again once you saw it— flushed pink and a lot bigger than you would’ve guessed. When your mouth started watering, you forced yourself to look away, but it barely took five seconds for your gaze to stay back to him. 

He was stroking himself now, his free hand using the computer mouse to most likely find a video to watch. Neil definitely wasn’t your usual type— he was too submissive and pathetic… but something about the way he was pumping his cock like a fucking horny teenager had you reaching a hand in your pants to join. You imagined him whining and whimpering, begging for pussy… Not your pussy, obviously. That would be unprofessional... 

His mouth dropped open and you wished you could hear his moans. You also wished you could hear the sound of him rapidly stroking his cock, slick with the lotion that was sitting on his desk that he used as lube. 

Your fingers worked faster on your clit, hoping to finish before the ‘show’ ended, even though you weren’t really expecting to— he didn’t exactly seem like the type to have a lot of stamina. 

Neil was presumably changing the video again, then he moved his hand down from the computer mouse to cup his balls, the sensation making him throw his head back. You watched, completely entranced, as he jerked off while playing with his balls, the visual making your cunt gush, no doubt soaking through the fabric of your panties. 

His hips were squirming and bucking off the desk chair as he reclined back into it as much as he could without falling. When his hips thrusted up again, and he almost actually fell off the chair that time, you rolled your eyes, still not even knowing how you were possibly finding anything about this man attractive… 

Despite that though, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge already. Based on how frantic his movements were getting, you figured you wouldn’t be able to come before he finished and you were proven correct when, barely ten seconds later, he finally came. 

Ropes of come shot out of his cock, landing on his shirt, as his body twitched and writhed, riding it out. You groaned quietly in disappointment, your fingers slowing to a stop on your clit as you sighed. While Neil sat there panting and recovering, you debated just finishing early tonight and heading home so you could finally come, but you saw more movement again. 

Rather than getting up, Neil was scooping up the come from his shirt and licking it off his fingers. You raised your brows as you watched through the binoculars, trying not to laugh. After that, he took a deep breath and reached for his cock again. He wrapped his hand around it, but didn’t move yet, confusing you. 

Then he started rapidly stroking his half hard cock, faster than before, making your eyes widen in surprise. He was squirming and writhing on the chair, and his mouth was moving, but you couldn’t read his lips from the side like this. It didn’t take long for you to rejoin, your fading orgasm starting to approach again as you rubbed your clit in time with his pumps. 

With his other hand, he reached for his balls again, but he pressed his hand flat against them. You watched with morbid curiosity, wondering what he was doing, but your silent question was answered when he reeled his hand back and brought it down hard on his balls. His whole body jerked and his legs quivered with the effort of keeping them open. 

If you weren’t so fucking turned on right now, you might’ve even laughed at how pathetic he was. Instead, all you could do was moan. 

He did it again and again, but you could tell he was keeping his hits kind of light. If it were you, you’d be using a paddle…

He suddenly let go of his cock and you practically held your breath as you waited. It was twitching on his stomach, red and leaking precum from the tip. He spanked his balls again and it jerked, then he spanked his cock. He didn’t react much because it seemed like he was too scared to hit hard, but once he realized it didn’t hurt, he did it again, harder this time. Except he apparently overestimated how much force he’d be able to use and he cried out, his body doubling over. 

For a brief moment, he just trembled, then he quickly shot back up, reclining in the desk chair again… coming for the second time tonight. He instinctively started stroking his cock again, but his face scrunched up in a grimace and he immediately had to slow down because of the overstimulation, as well as the lingering pain. 

Your orgasm hit you suddenly and you bit back a groan, trying to keep your eyes on him as you came. Your hips squirmed against your fingers as you rode it out, watching his hand slow to a stop. After another moment, you finally sagged back on the rooftop, panting heavily. Neil was in a similar state; catching his breath as his sensitive, almost bright red cock gave a few weak twitches on his stomach before starting to soften. 

Once he recovered well enough, he logged out of the computer and then carefully peeled off his messy shirt, tossing it haphazardly on the floor. 

“Huh…” You muttered under your breath, taking in his pale, barely toned stomach along with his somewhat skinny, but long cock, and his pale thighs peeking out from where his pants were pushed down. He was definitely very scrawny, but he was actually more attractive than you would’ve guessed. 

Now that you were really looking at him too, he actually kind of looked like the rich kid your friend was currently stalking— just different hair, and a less neat and expensive appearance. You desperately wanted to tell her about your realization, but you knew the abrupt shift in your thoughts would be suspicious, so you decided to just wait and “coincidentally” bring it up the next time you both got drunk together— when you’d actually be able to admit to her that you got off while watching him masturbate…

Eventually, he carefully tucked his cock back in his pants, wincing at how sensitive he was, then he got up and left the room. A few seconds later, the bathroom light turned on, so you decided to just call it a night since he’d probably just be watching a movie and eating dinner before going to bed— assuming he followed the same routine he’s been doing every night for almost a week now. 

Still don’t know how to end one shots tbh

[bvidzsoo]

Minaaaa, my lovely Mina, let me munch on your cheeks, you're literally so sweet my jaw was on the floor reading this...like SHUT UP

Ngl I was surprised when you said you'd be pushing back reading this cuz DAFUQ Hongjoong is literally your man, but priorities first, I guess-ahahaha, luv u don't come for me ok bye.

Anyways, I don’t even know where to start. Whenever I read something new of yours, it feels like you outdo your previous work, which is crazy because I always think, “This is it, this is the story!” But then you go ahead and prove me wrong by creating a new masterpiece that won’t leave my head for an X amount of time.

Man, keep your toes under the blanket tonight because I might just find them...you always say stuff that just makes me go AUDHIFBIIHFNKABSDKGF-

Both the MC and Hongjoong were really interesting characters in this story and for a good chunk into the fic, I didn't know what to think about Hongjoong. He was quite annoying in the beginning with his "know it all" talk and I feel like his attempt at cheering up the MC was so poorly done on his part, like what was he thinking talking sweet to her when another douchebag was already getting on her nerves? 😭 It wasn't even anything remotely nice, he literally talked about her as if she was an object. what is this shitshow of a man? 👹 I also like how you made his appearance give a hint of "I'm a mysterious guy" but he still turned out to be a douche. I feel like in most stories nowadays, the mysterious character is almost always flawless or perfect. They never get to fuck up.

I feel like you somehow always have beef with my male leads and idk if it's funny or if it's starting to make me sad AHAHAHA, Hongjoong was tryna do good but my mans was smoked out and also just...trying to help lmao. I didn't even intend to make him mysterious, but I'm certainly fine with it coming off like that. Our man, Hongjoong, is far from being perfect so it's good mister didn't get away with anything haha.

Oh, this shit got me fucked up. Lord knows I would've lost my job that night if a customer ever talked to me in that way. Matter of fact, I'd be put on a blacklist and be unemployed for the rest of my life because not only would I jump over the counter, but I'd beat the shit out of him until he wouldn't know the simplicity of the alphabet.

Lmao this sent me into a laughing fit cuz honestly...same, bestie, same. That man would've ended up with water tossed in his face minimum, and then would've come the hands throwing.

THE WAY I SCREAMED, LIKE FUUUUUCK!?!?!?!? WE GOT MULLET!JOONG CALLING ME A PRETTY BARISTA?????? THAT's ANOTHER THING — WE GOT MULLET JOONG BACK!!?! He can psycho analyze me all he wants baby- *GUNSHOT*

I guess this is how long your distaste for him lasted HAHA, I'm glad you'd rather have him [redacted] you than hate on him until the end of the drabble...wink wink

It's crazy how they haven't exchanged names until much later into the story :0 That's another thing that makes this story so real, their interactions aren't long enough for them to just stop and ask for each other's names, but they aren't that short to not have grown into some form of acquaintances.

tbh I haven't even thought about this, but them introducing each other later on felt more organic, so yup, you're right...they did grow into acquittances at last.

Is this said best friend perhaps Park Seonghwa? 👀

...maybe? 👀👀

The scene where Hongjoong and MC talk about their "dreams" /goals is so... nice and so real (again). How Hongjoong won't give his art to just anyone mirrors his irl personality too; how they value their works (songs and paintings) and just how much effort is put into it. We can clearly see the moment he "fell" in love with the MC. It wasn't the first night when she served him a Cosmopolitan or when she called him out on his bullshit, no that just caught his attention. The moment he knew MC was the possible one for him was when she saw him through his paintings. The MC subconsciously showed that she could see beyond Hongjoong's exterior and actually understand his soul. It's quite intimate, at least to me it felt like an intimate scene filled with a lot of emotions and to be frank, it's the best type of intimacy I've read in a while.

I hadn't even considered the fact that the Hongjoong in my story resembles the one irl, but I guess my subconscious is stronger since it worked without me even thinking of it ahahaha...but with that said, I'm glad I could make Hongjoong nuanced and true to his character, and he really did feel like he'd caught God's hand when the MC so easily saw through his art, seeing Hongjoong as he was and what he stood for. All in all...these two are a good pairing and I can assure you they have a happy future lined up in front of them ACK.

Thank you Minaa for reading and for possibly being my biggest supporter...? hehe, luv u lots<3

Through your colours

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: artist!Kim Hongjoong x barista!reader

੭ Warning: recreational drug use (weed), alcohol consumption, swearing ੭ Word count: 11k ੭ Rating: nc-17 ੭ Genre: fluff, angst-ish, slice of life, strangers to lovers, a hint of simp Joong? post university setting ੭ Summary: A broke barista and a broke artist meet in a student infested dingy pub, what do they have in common? The desire to make something great of themselves, to live a fulfilled life. But first impressions can go wrong, deterring people from each other. You're probably lucky that's not how your story with Hongjoong goes, though.

A/N: Hello, hello, my lovelies! I present you another story that was supposed to be a drabble but instead turned into...a smaller oneshot?? I consider anything that's below 15k a drabble because my oneshots just go over 20k all the time, save me! This idea came on a random whim while my pinterest suggested three photos lol, and it took me some time to write it, but it's here at last. Your feedback is greatly appreciated, let me know what you thought of this little story, and I hope you enjoy it! divider

            Gustav Klimt had once, sometime during the nineteenth century, stated that, “Art is a line around your thoughts”. This could be interpreted many ways, of course, but for an artist it was just as plain and simple as Mr Klimt had said. Whatever was on your mind, you could give it life by putting it on a piece of paper by the brush of ink and feather against the parchment, or by the swift twist of one’s wrist as their brush coloured their canvas. Art comes in many forms, many thoughts, and many interpretations. After all, everyone relates to it based by their own experiences, based on the emotions they feel and have felt before…and overall, their capacity of seeing beyond what’s shoved in front of their eyes. Maybe that’s why Hongjoong would stare at a painting or picture for hours on end without growing tired. He liked to see everything, he wanted to understand every stroke of brush, or why the lightning fell in that specific way on the item in the picture. Hongjoong wanted to feel the same emotions the author of the creation had felt while creating their piece. It helped him draw inspiration, expand his horizons towards new possibilities. Hongjoong liked new challenges as long as they were about his art. In life, he preferred the steady and sure lifestyle, the one that was predictable enough that it wouldn’t send him into an existential crisis over the smallest inconvenience.

Hongjoong needed order in his life since his art was all over the place, judged by many and often misunderstood. He didn’t paint just for the fun of it, sure, there were passion projects he started on a whim without much of a goal in mind, and usually those were well received by his professors, by his colleagues. But whenever Hongjoong wanted to say something through his art, he’d get scrutinized for it. He yet had to find that one person that saw beyond what others called a mess. He’s never thrived for attention or validation, but it had gotten lonely after a while when he realised nobody really understood him. He felt like he was the odd one even in a crowd full of odd people. He’d always been different, more open-minded and receptive to the changes in the world, and he’d always been judged for it. Here, instead of being frowned upon due to his character, he was sometimes ignored because his art was either dull or not good enough. Nobody seemed to understand that art is relative and subjective, that whatever lay on the canvas made by Hongjoong was his and would always be. That he had dipped his brush into a touch of colour from his soul, displaying it for the world to see on the once blank canvas. He became vulnerable for them and yet nobody had appreciated it yet. And so, Hongjoong got used to not being seen for his art, but for who he was.

Quirky with questionable fashion taste to many, bold because he wasn’t afraid to try out new styles—much like with his paintings—and intimidating because no matter how many times he tried out something new, he’d instantly make it his, owning whatever concept he had in mind. Hongjoong knew not everyone was against him out there, but it was easy to fall hostage to such thoughts when he was alone. It would make sense for an artist to have a mind clouded by questions and rarely answers, a mind that worked too fast and yet never good enough. Doubts and fears pulling one down, Hongjoong loved expressing it through his paintings, his hand nothing but a guide to the brush clutched tightly between his fingers, calling out to him even when he chose to step away. Hongjoong was in it for life, and he wondered whether the weeping willow tree by the river bank in his framed painting was a premonition for how his life would look like.

            The bar was busy like every other night in this student-infested town. It wasn’t even a surprise anymore, you should have known better than to wear your boots with high heels. There were no seconds to waste and even less time for breaks between preparing drinks, cleaning the bar, and running around the room to clean the tables too. Nobody wanted their hands sticky because someone had previously spilt their drink, and you were more than ready to clock out for the night. The only problem was, however, that you still had three hours left of your shift. You sighed as you averted your eyes from the clock, realising you hadn’t started preparing the drink the drunk college student had asked for on the other side of the bar. His eyes were glossy and he was swaying in his spot, you debated filling his cup with water rather than Vodka, but you couldn’t risk getting a complaint since your boss was a stinky little fucker. Your hands worked fast, and years spent doing this kind of work were showing as you did a few tricks, hoping you’d get a nice tip. You doubted the college guy would leave a huge tip, if anything at all, but at least you tried. It was all about trying in places like this one. Trying to stay calm when a customer was rude, trying to remain sane when night after night the DJ played the same playlist for the drunken students, trying to smile and hide the fact that you hated when these frat boys flirted with you. And also try and hide the fact that you were fed up with people, and needed at least a month away from civilisation.

But if one wanted to achieve something in life, one had to work for it to happen since it wouldn’t fall from the sky. Going abroad and starting a new life over there wasn’t for free, and it especially wouldn’t happen overnight. You were well aware of that, that’s why you were working day and night, taking up shifts that were probably too long to be healthy. But the dream you had in mind demanded such sacrifices, and if it meant working hard right now for a comfortable life in the future, you were willing to spend your nights sleepless and surrounded by annoying college students. You had been like them once, after all, but that was a few years ago, and since then, the harsh reality has awoken you. What was the purpose of a degree you couldn’t do anything with? Yeah, you could’ve laughed at yourself, but then it would soon turn into hysterical crying and you weren’t strong enough to deal with such emotions. You’ve cried enough, it was time you took action now. You sighed as another rush of bodies crowded the bar, asking for shots and long cocktails. You weren’t a fancy place by any means, but you served the usual sweet cocktails that could be found in every other place. Your hands worked fast as you catered to everyone’s likes, your coworker, Hanni, was somewhere lost between the students as she had gone to clean up the tables. And even in your rush, it seemed like you couldn’t satisfy everyone. It shouldn’t have phased you, but you’ve had a rough day today.

“Hey, babe, think you could work those hands faster, maybe?” You ignored the question and smiled as a group of girls paid for their pink cocktails, leaving a bigger tip than most men would. You felt grateful and felt your smile turn genuine when the tallest in the group winked at you before they became part of the rowdy crowd again. Then, you could face your impatient customer. He didn’t look like a student, way too old to be in a crowd filled with students, but who were you to judge? Some people go to college at a later age, maybe he wanted to get the full student experience. Although, you doubted a thirty-year-old had anything in common with young adults on the brink of maturing, if they managed to mature during their upper-level study days.

“What can I get for you?” Your voice was raised since the music was booming, and unfortunately, you also had to lean over the counter to hear the man better. For some reason, that made the man smirk as he leaned forward as well, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat. You ignored it as your teeth ground together, you’ve seen men like him before, he wasn’t the first to act like this and you knew he wouldn’t be the last one either.

“How about…you, sugar?” Your expression didn’t budge as his smirk became shit eating as if he had accomplished anything by saying that. You waited, without blinking or reacting to what he’s said, hoping he’d catch on that he wasn’t hilarious nor flirty.

“Don’t we all wish to have a piece of the pretty barista?” That managed to throw you off as your head whipped to the side, eyebrows furrowing as you just now noticed the newcomer. He was…well, something else for sure. He wore no casual or ordinary clothes, nothing you could compare to the annoying frat boys or just the other dudes with a regular fashion sense. His hair was dark but it looked a little fried, as if it had been bleached already one too many times before. His white blouse was loose and tucked in at the waist, his black pants wide and reaching below his ankles. A thick belt was secured around the guy’s petit waist, and if you looked harder, you swore you could see a dark blue bow tied to it. His brown vest seemed to elevate the outfit even more, the pleated brown choker sitting at the base of his throat with a few other silver chains, a ruby pendant hitting his pecks as he was leaning against the counter lazily. His hip was jutted out and his painted nails tapped against the side of his head, cat-like eyes blinking slowly as he watched you. The hat he wore looked something like you’ve only seen in Peaky Blinders, and for a second, you almost chuckled. He looked peculiar but not in a negative sense, it’s just that you haven’t seen someone like him stumble inside the pub before. He didn’t seem to belong with the crowd and that would’ve been something you’d appreciate on any other day than today.

“I don’t think we were talking to you, no?” The cocky man in front of you raised a mocking eyebrow at the other guy, and you rolled your eyes for a second. But before you could answer, the other guy did for you.

“You threatened my game is better than yours?” The artsy-looking guy asked with a chuckle, his tone was more on the higher side, and you found yourself not irked by it too much. But you weren’t here to have men measure their cocks by who can get the barista’s phone number faster, so you interrupted them before they could piss you off even more.

“Listen, fellas, I don’t have all night. What do you want?” Your tone was sharp, straight to the point, and shut down all attempts at flirting as the man in front of you scoffed, shooting a dirty look at the peculiar-looking one. You tilted your head as the older man finally faced you, trying to downplay his irritation as he plastered on a charming smile again. It made your jaw tick again, but you said nothing more.

“Do you have whiskey?” You were already reaching for the bottle of Whiskey before the man was finished talking, your other hand grabbing a glass as Hanni finally returned to the bar, her tray filled with dirty glasses.

“I’ll just wash these and come help.” She said as she passed by you and you nodded, filling the man’s glass with ice and whiskey, not too much but not too little either. Who even drinks Whiskey in a place like this one? But you didn’t care as long as he’d be out of your hair, so you placed the glass on the counter, but before you could tell the guy how much it was, he had already slid a bill on the counter, sauntering away. You grabbed it and pushed it into your fanny pack, taking a step back to take a deep breath. You could do this, Hanni was back and maybe you could ask her to cover for you for five minutes. A bathroom break was allowed at any time, after all. Your small moment, however, was interrupted by a scoff. You blinked your eyes open and looked towards where the sound came from, eyes narrowing when you realised the other guy was still lingering around.

“What a pig, he didn’t even tip you.” You had to agree with his slurred words but instead walked over with an impassive expression. You weren’t here to be nice or to make friends, and you never failed to make it clear to your customers. These entitled dudes thought they could get your number and get in your pants with just a few—fake—nice words, you could confidently say you hated them all and that they made you wish you never again encountered their species. But alas, that wouldn’t happen tonight, so you headed over to the pompous guy, raising an eyebrow. He was intriguing, you couldn’t deny that, but you also knew not to mingle with guys who frequented the pub. So, even if one sparked your interest, at the end of the day, you’d still walk home alone and relish in the quiet of your room.

“What can I get for you?” You tried to keep your tone level as your hip pressed into the counter, feet aching now even more. You were ready to chuck your damn boots at the wall and call it a night, but as Hanni flashed you her typical sweet smile, you knew you couldn’t leave her alone in the wolf's den. She was too sweet and too naïve, smiling and laughing along to the shitty jokes of the frat boys who were eyeing her up with little regard for the fact that she was visibly uncomfortable.

“Something sweet like you.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, telling yourself to keep your cool. He wasn’t saying anything offensive, unlike many other men, he just kept calling you sweet and pretty. That could be considered even nice, but not tonight.

“The menu is literally behind me, you can choose anything from it.” You pointed a finger behind yourself, where you knew the menu was hung high on the wall so that everyone could see it. The peculiar guy just gave you a look of confusion before looking past you, blinking his eyes lazily once again. You tapped your fingers against the counter, waiting for his choice, glad that you could take a breather now that nobody was crowding to get their drinks refilled. Hanni whizzed past you when she noticed a smaller group of girls approaching, her smile reaching her ears and already talking to them, beckoning them closer. Hanni was an excellent barista, she kept her customers entertained and always engaged with them…unlike you, but that’s why your duo worked so well. You were the stoic one and she was the sunshine, but you were both quick on your feet so your boss couldn’t complain.

“Uh, I’ll take a Cosmopolitan.” The guy finally decided and you quirked an eyebrow, grabbing the shaker.

“That’s not sweet.” It was unlike you to make conversation, but the words were on the tip of your tongue so you couldn’t ignore them. The guy chuckled, letting his elbows rest on the counter as he placed his chin in his palms. Your eyes raised for a second to look at him, and you were taken aback by how cute he looked. But as he blinked slowly again, a small smile spreading onto his lips as he watched you, you quickly focused your attention on his Cosmo.

“I know, I was just trying to make you feel better.” He sighed, tracing a manicured finger against the dirty counter. You had to clean that too. As you grabbed some olive to stash on a toothpick, you followed his finger with your eyes and noticed the two silver and shiny rings on his finger, his nail done a neon yellow with a black smiley face painted on top of it.

“What do you even know…” You scoffed to yourself, placing the martini glass on the counter for the guy to take. He was still looking at you, his eyes hazy, and you allowed yourself to take in his features. He had a petite and sharp nose, pretty and well-fitting with his sharp jawline and otherwise intimidating eyes if it wasn’t for the smile in them. His lips were more plump than thin with a pretty Cupid’s bow, slightly pouty as he gave you a small frown.

“Well, I bet you don’t plan on wasting your life away here.” The way he spoke had an airy feel to it, as if he wasn’t really thinking before speaking, “And by the looks of it, it seems as if your degree didn’t take you too far as of now, which is not a big deal, people change their minds all the time.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as the guy reached for his Cosmo, your fingers brushing together since you hadn’t retracted your hand yet. You ignored how warm his fingers felt, the softness of them as they lightly brushed against yours, “It’s just sad to see talented people waste their lives away in places like this one, you know? I mean, we all go to college to make something of ourselves, but then we end up in a dimly lit and smelly bar, selling alcohol to entitled pricks, forced to listen to their attempts at flirting, or them berating us for ‘not’ doing our job. Sure, it’s honest work, but at the end of the day, when you walk home after an ungodly long shift, you still hate yourself, so…”

Something in you broke at his last sentence, making you gulp hard. You still hate yourself, the guy had said with the most easy-going expression on his face, a slight smile pulling at his lips as he continued to blink lazily at you. What did he even know when he was clearly wearing designer clothes to a pub where alcohol could be spilt on you, among many other things? Who was he to assume you couldn’t do anything with your degree, rubbing it in your face that he knew people ended up like this when he clearly came from a rich background with all those accessories on him, his tone airy and almost mocking. Your jaw clenched again as you realised you had tears in your eyes, and your hand came down harshly on the counter as the guy slipped a bill towards you, way over the price of his damn Cosmopolitan.

“Go fuck yourself.” You snapped as you threw the change back at him, watching his expression fall, his eyebrows raising comically high. You didn’t sit around to listen to him trying to get your attention again, you brushed past Hanni and leaned down to tell her that you needed five minutes. She gave you a worried look before nodding, letting you head to the bathroom as a few tears spilt down your cheeks. Today was complete shit, you couldn’t wait to get home and ignore all the responsibilities and problems you had. You were doing this for a better future, this was just a small fragment of your life, and it wouldn’t last forever. At least you really hoped so.

            You released a long sigh as the cool air hit your face, eyes stinging from the sudden coldness as the red backdoor slammed shut behind you. Hanni and you kept telling your boss to change the hinges, but he had more important things to take care of, of course. Stepping aside so that the door wouldn’t slam into your back if any staff member decided to come outside at this moment, you leaned against the cold wall, pushing your hands into your pockets. You didn’t bother grabbing your jacket, although you should have given the fact that your skin was now covered in goosebumps, teeth slightly chattering. It was always a whiplash coming outside from that parched pub, having to forcefully push through the bodies too busy to notice your approaching form. It was another busy night, the weekend was approaching so the students were coming in waves that the pub could barely house. You’ve been telling your boss that you should put a capacity limit, but he wouldn’t make as much money like that as he was making now, so of course, he said no. He was a greedy monster and he didn’t even try to hide it.

Just as you closed your eyes, you heard a loud tsk followed by a hiss, and your head jerked to the side, your eyes widening. You hadn’t realised there was someone else here with you, too taken by your own thoughts of wondering what you’d cook for dinner…if you make it home at a decent hour, which was looking less and less likely to be. With your eyes narrowed and head turned, you tried to find the source where the sound had come from, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed someone crouched down right by the door, their head lowered over their knees. It wasn’t your business what anyone was doing, really, but if a client was feeling unwell and would need assistance, you’d feel guilty if you just walked away without a word. So, sighing to yourself, you pushed off the wall and took a few steps to approach the person, eyes taking in the black messy curls on the top of his head. The person had a baby mullet growing out, framing his pale nape. You cleared your throat and reached down, gently poking at the guy’s shoulder.

“Hey, you good?” You asked unsure, eyebrows furrowing when the guy grunted only. Tilting your head, you realised he was shielding his left hand, his right thumb trying to roll the sparkwheel of his lighter, but to no avail.

“Yeah, this bloody thing won’t work.” The guy groaned, shaking his lighter as he tilted his head back, a hand-rolled cigarette hanging between his lips. Your eyes widened as you realised the face was familiar, having seen him just yesterday. The guy’s eyes looked innocent as they rounded, recognition flashing in his too. You gulped and straightened up, your expression slightly hardening as the guy’s harsh words from yesterday rang through your ears. He seemed pretty fine to you, but before you could step aside and go back inside, he spoke up.

“Hi there, pretty barista.” He then grinned, a lazy pull of his cherry-red lips, his tone easy. You didn’t expect him to be so easy-going after what you had said to him, but it almost looked like the guy wasn’t bothered by you cursing him out…maybe he really wasn’t, “You on a break?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, watching as he struggled to get his lighter to work. You had one in your pocket, but you found a bit of satisfaction in watching him struggle. Maybe if he asked whether you had one, you’d let him use yours. But people who didn’t ask wouldn’t get help, that’s what your father taught you, at least.

“Obviously.” You muttered matter of fact as the guy hummed, grinning wickedly when the lighter finally sparked to life, allowing him to light his cigarette. You watched as the flame danced in front of his face, making his dark eyes appear amber-like, sharper from this angle. You realised, alarmed, that you were appreciating his looks so you quickly stopped, looking away as the guy puffed out a whiff of smoke.

“You want some?” The guy asked, reaching his hand toward you as you eyed the cigarette, its smell hitting you. It was too herbal to be a normal cigarette, you belatedly realised as you watched the guy take another hit of his joint.

“What’s in it?” You decided to ask, just to make sure. If you were wrong and it was a regular cigarette, maybe you’d accept a smoke. You didn’t usually smoke but you were still tired from yesterday’s shift, and something that could loosen your nerves would be highly appreciated.

“Good stuff.” The guy grinned, giggling even a little, and the sound almost put a smile on your lips, but you caught yourself in time and instead shook your head, pushing your hands into your pockets again.

“I’m working, so, no.” The guy just hummed as he looked up at you again, taking a drag of his joint as you gulped and everted your eyes. It felt like he was gazing right through you and into your soul as your eyes had met, and given the fact that you were still butt-hurt over what he had said to you yesterday, you refused to look at him too long…you’d only admire his beauty, either way. He wore a fuzzy yellow and pink sweater today, his brown dress pants looking way too thin for this weather, but the guy didn’t seem to mind. His nails stood out with their unique design, and he wore fewer rings today but more earrings than yesterday.

“Hey, yesterday…what I said at the bar, I didn’t mean to berate you.” The guy gulped, his eyebrows furrowing as you looked back at him, slightly taken aback to see such sincerity on his face. You’ve never met someone so easily readable before, “My intention wasn’t to hurt you, I was smoked out too so I was just running my mouth, I do that when I’m high, sorry…”

A beat of silence passed as the two of you shared an apprehensive look, making you bite your bottom lip. You cleared your throat and at last averted your eyes, kicking a few pebbles towards the guy without meaning to, “Right, I shouldn’t have cursed you out either…I’m sorry too, I guess.”

The guy hummed, a smile slowly appearing on his lips before he took another drag of his cigarette, his eyes boring into yours again, “I’m glad the pretty barista doesn’t hate my guts anymore.”

You have no idea what took over you, but your cheeks were suddenly flushing as if you had been noticed by your crush for the first time, your skin prickling. You weren’t one to care about the compliments your clients gave since most of them were only trying to get in your pants, but this guy seemed to be genuine. He didn’t try to hit on you, he was just calling you pretty, and it was getting to you. You hummed and turned towards the door, hand reaching out for the knob when suddenly the guy spoke again, “Humans are easily susceptible, you know? We judge without knowing first, and we rarely apologise and recognise our mistakes. I hate people like that, rude people for no reason too. I don’t stand for all that bullshit, so I’m glad you told me to fuck myself instead of smiling at me like you do with all the other assholes. I appreciate your hard work, we all have to make due somehow and you aren’t less for working in this pub, pretty barista.”

There he was again, making your chest feel heavy as you huffed, a sarcastic smile pulling at your lips. Once again, what did he know about you? Maybe you loved this damned job, maybe being a barista in a shitty pub has been your lifelong dream. You almost scoffed at yourself, eyes narrowing as the guy took more drags of his joint, seemingly waiting for an answer that you didn’t exactly want to give. But you didn’t want him to have the last word, much like yesterday, so you plastered on a sarcastic smirk, “There you go again, blabbering your mouth when you’re smoked out.”

You didn’t expect the guy to start laughing loudly, his head falling back as it landed against the wall, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You didn’t mean to gape, but he was beautiful and painfully honest, it was refreshing in a world full of fakeness. He was an intriguing person, and you would’ve allowed yourself to become interested in him if only you had met in a different setting. With a hum and lingering eyes, you pushed the door open as the guy nodded at you in goodbye once he realised you were leaving for good. And with a faster beating heart, you willed yourself to focus on the few hours that you still had of your shift.

            It’s been quite a while since you had the chance to wake up at the crack of dawn without feeling tired, or without having to rush in for an early shift. Through hard work, you had earned these two days of break, and while you wished you had been given a full week, you made sure to utilise these two days wisely. You had always been an early bird, wishing to wake with the sun, opening your windows to hear the song of the birds, but it was too cold for them to hunker down in front of your window today. You didn’t mind, you’d take a stroll after your breakfast and check out the new art store that’s opened not too far from your apartment. You’ve heard great things about it, the prices seemed to be reasonable, and it had an adjoint bookstore and a coffee shop as well. A quick check on the internet showed you just how cozy it was, so you thought you could buy a book from your to read list and settle down in the coffee shop. It sounded like a great plan to destress and forget for a bit about work and all the idiots that kept you up at night, quite literally.

Your scarf was thick as you buried your nose into it, trying to keep it warm from the cold chill of the early morning. The city was awake with you, orange sun rising on the horizon and blinding you as you were walking towards it, you couldn’t help but smile. It warmed your cheeks and body, feeling the sun on your skin during cold season always felt like a blessing, you would always relish in it as much as you could because you knew it wouldn’t last for long. You exhaled as your eyes remained squinted, watching the people around you as you walked towards your destination. Kids were rushing to school, parents by their sides guiding them, and traffic was as crazy as ever, impatient drivers honking and disturbing the little peace everyone had. You paid it no mind and felt thankful that you were able to wake up so early instead of just going to bed, all tired and wishing for your boss to fire you. But if he did fire you, you would be in trouble, so you didn’t actually wish for that to happen. And suddenly as you turned the corner, the guy’s words from the bar managed to ring through your ears once again. Working at the pub was just as much of an honest job as it would’ve been working anywhere else.

You sighed, realising you were thinking about him again. You’ve been doing this a lot lately, letting your mind wander to his peculiar fashion sense and even more peculiar way of thinking. He seemed almost raw with his words and thoughts, unafraid to say them to your face. It was refreshing and intriguing, but you couldn’t let yourself be sidetracked right now. You had a purpose, and that was working until you had enough money to move away. If somehow a guy came into the picture right now, you felt like that would mess up all your plans and vision of the future. Under no circumstance would you stay here, but you knew your heart would betray you and try to keep you here for longer, with your lover. You didn’t even want to think of the guy as a potential love interest, you didn’t even know each other, so you shoved these thoughts to the back of your mind as you reached the art store, eyes widening at its exterior.

You haven’t seen anything quite like it before, the windows reached from ceiling to floor, a clear view of what was going on inside. There was a spiral staircase that led to the higher level which was littered with bookcases and low hanging retro chandeliers, bean bags spaced out on the floor as people sat around with books in their hands. To the right was the coffee shop with a separate entrance if you were only here for coffee, but you could also enter through the art store. And the art store was gorgeous as you made your way inside, the double doors opening easily. A sweet scent hit your nostrils as you walked further inside, your eyes wide as you took in the whole place. Paintings were hung on the walls, blank canvas placed underneath as many shelves housed all kinds of art supplies. The clerks were all smiley and they welcomed you warmly once they noticed your arrival. Maybe you could find a nicer workplace, something like this one. The workload seemed less strenuous and the people that came here to shop were less rowdy and rude. As much as you loved admiring the fine arts, you didn’t have the talent for drawing or painting, you could mess up even something as simple as a cloud. It was embarrassing, but arts have never been your forte, so you headed for the staircase to look for the book you had on your mind.

Navigating around the many shelves seemed a bit intimidating at first, but then you noticed they were sectioned on different genres, the tags hanging low from the ceiling with an arrow pointing towards the section to help you out. You smiled to yourself as you unrolled your scarf from around your neck, the warmth of the store helping your frozen fingers as you turned down a corner, two tall bookshelves on your sides. At the end of the row sat a younger girl with a manga in her hand, another one pressed to her lips as she seemed to be giggling. You felt yourself smile as you came near her, looking at the titles of the books. Asking for a clerk to help you find the book you were looking for would’ve helped enormously, but you found yourself wanting to stroll around in the warmth, fingers grazing the spines of the books. The girl giggled just a bit louder and blushed when you glanced her way. This wasn’t a library, so she wasn’t disturbing anyone, but she was still mindful of those around her. You turned the corner once again, finding the High Fantasy section, having made your research beforehand, you knew you were in the right place. It took a bit more cruising down the row to finally find the book you were looking for, and you grinned when you found it, taking it off the shelf.

You thought about strolling around the store more just to discover it further, maybe they had cheap trinkets you could buy. You even thought about paying a visit the coffee shop as well, maybe they had one of your favourite patisserie delicacies. You wouldn’t turn down something sweet right now, you didn’t have a sweet tooth necessarily, but there were days when your cravings got the better of you. With that in mind, you headed back the way you had come, sneaking another glance at the younger girl as she gasped, manga now clutched tightly in both of her hands. You chuckled before you rounded the corner, now back on the main aisle that led to the spiral staircase. You noticed that most people who were inside the store looked to be college students, their outfits mismatched colours and patterns, hair coloured something vibrant as most of them had piercings you never even thought possible before. You really liked their style and found yourself staring at them, blushing when a girl caught you and raised an eyebrow before she smiled. You nodded your head and hurried down the stairs, flustered and a little embarrassed. They oddly reminded you of the guy from the bar, you thought he’d somehow fit right in with the people inside the store. It looked something he’d enjoy, not that you knew anything about him besides that he smoked weed, wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, and had a nice sense of fashion.

You were looking at the hard cover of your book as you got to the base of the staircase, taken by the pretty illustration and completely unaware that someone was headed straight towards you, just as taken by items in his hands as you were by your book. The collision could’ve been avoided if you both had been paying attention to where you were going, but alas, you gasped loudly as you felt a hard body collide into yours, items spilling loudly onto the floor. Your head shoot up, eyes wide as you looked at the equally startled man and—wait, it was the same guy from the bar! You gulped, suddenly feeling nervous as your cheeks burned, but the guy hadn’t noticed you yet as he had crouched down to collect his items off the floor. You felt bad and hoped the expensive palette on the ground hadn’t been broken, so you crouched down too and reached for it to inspect it. The guy still hadn’t quite noticed that it was you out of all people, but as you reached for the same brush, his head raised sharply. Your smile was apologetic as the guy’s eyes widened, recognition flashing on his face. This was the third time you met this week, the sheer coincidence of meeting outside the pub was a bit jarring…especially since you’ve been just thinking about him.

“Pretty barista from the pub!” He motioned towards you then chuckled, letting you pick up the brush. Your book was placed on the ground next to you so your hands were free to help.

“Hi,” Your voice came out a lot shier than you had intended it to be, and you chewed on your bottom lip awkwardly, “Sorry about this, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Don’t worry,” The guy chuckled, scooping up the small canvases, “I wasn’t either. If it makes you feel better, it was both of our faults.”

You hummed and grabbed the last item off the floor, standing at the same time as the guy. His arms were filled with his items, and you wondered if you handed over the four in your hands how he’d be able to carry everything. Despite the cold weather outside, he was underdressed. He wore a simple turtleneck with a brown knitted vest over it, long flowy plants and mismatched tennis shoes. As you both stepped aside from the staircase to make way for others, you cleared your throat and averted your eyes once you realised you were staring again. But you hadn’t seen him wearing glasses before, and with the curly strands falling over his forehead, he didn’t only look handsome but cute as well.

“What brings you here?” The guy made conversation as you tried to figure out how to hand him his items without making him drop them all again, “I say this without meaning to be rude, but you seem like the last person who’d be interested in art.”

You huffed, not bothered by his honesty, “While that statement is incorrect, I’m not here due to the art section of the store. I was looking for a book.”

“Right!” He exclaimed, glancing down at his own chest, “Oh, sorry, you can hand me those, I can carry them!”

“Are you sure?” You asked as he nodded enthusiastically, so you complied. You stepped closer to place the other four items in his arms, watching as he clinched the smaller canvas underneath his chin to keep it from falling. You would’ve laughed and offered to help until he got himself a bag or something, but the guy looked pretty content like this. Like it wasn’t his first time doing this…

“Are you collecting them?” The guy’s incomplete question left you raising a confused eyebrow at him, “Sorry, I saw you’re buying The Hobbit. It’s a pretty famous reprint, the covers are gorgeous, my best friend is collecting them so I assumed you are too.”

You glanced down at the book in your hand and bit your bottom lip, trying to brush off your embarrassment. Why were you feeling like this all of a sudden? It made no sense, but you didn’t want to leave a bad impression on the guy…even though his perception of you might already be fucked since this wasn’t your first time meeting.

“I’ve, uh, so, uhm, I have a to read list for books I’ve never read while growing up, so now I have a little tradition that I buy a book from the list each month and read it.” You spoke quickly, avoiding eye contact as the guy listened to your ramble. His intake of breath was sharp and you chanced a glance at his face, finding his eyes wide and his mouth rounded.

“Wait. Are you saying you haven’t read The Hobbit before?!” He sounded incredulous and alarmed, and your cheeks grew hot once again, actually managing to sour your mood a bit. Not having read the book didn’t make you less by any means, but you had a feeling this guy was well-versed in literature, so it felt like a jab and even a subtle scrutinising.

“Yeah, not everyone likes reading while growing up…” Your tone grew cold and voice snappish as you continued to avoid eye contact, looking towards the front desk so that maybe the guy would get the hint that you were done with this conversation. But it didn’t actually surprise you that he continued speaking without noticing you didn’t want to keep conversing anymore.

“That’s totally cool, my brother hated comic books growing up and now he’s obsessed with them.” The guy chuckled, expression innocent and tone genuinely excited, “I think you’ll love the book, it’s filled with adventure and otherworldly creatures. It’s a nice step back from our grim reality, I feel like you need that right now.”

Okay, there he was assuming again that he could just…psychoanalyse you or whatever, “Can you stop doing that? I’m not a painting you can interpret to your liking.”

The guy blinked, face going blank before his cheeks flushed, his gaze averted now from yours, “I…have I been doing it all this time?”

“Ever since we’ve met.” Your answer was sharp and quick and the guy blushed even more.

“Oh, sorry, I just…I’ll stop doing that,” Then he smiled awkwardly and held eye contact with you, “I’m Hongjoong, by the way, I don’t remember introducing myself.”

Because he hadn’t. You repeated his name in your head, finding yourself liking the sound of it, it seemed like a fitting name for him. You hummed, extending your hand.

“I’m Y/N.” But you and Hongjoong glanced down at your extended hand and then his occupied ones at the same time, chuckles leaving your mouths as he seemed flustered.

“I’m shake your hand the next time we see other.”

“If there will be a next time.”

“I quite like the pub you work at, pretty barista.” You cleared your throat and avoided looking at him because as corny as it was, it kind of made your heart flutter. What was happening? The chiming of the doorbell reminded you that it was time you left and took care of other errands you had in your schedule, but before you could say goodbye to Hongjoong, he asked a question that took you off guard, “Wanna grab a cup of coffee with me?”

Then he turned sideways, nodding towards the adjoined café, and you hesitated for a second. You could actually slip in a little time to have coffee with him, but you felt reluctant. You had met him at the pub, after all, and you still couldn’t decide what type of person he was. Of course, he was handsome, and so far, has showed a good character, but there were little moments when he somehow managed to ruin everything with his words. And he was still a complete stranger, so, listening to your rational mind, you slowly shook your head.

“I don’t like coffee, but thanks!” Your smile was easy, Hongjoong’s face morphed into something knowing as he hummed with a nod.

“Sure, I’m glad I caught you here.” Then, as you were about to take off, he added, “The pretty barista now has a name, I can say my morning was successful.”

You tried to huff and look irked, but the blush betrayed you. You just shook your head before heading for the front desk, “Goodbye, Hongjoong.”

“See ya!” His smile was radiant as he turned around and headed for the café instead, and you realised he was underdressed because he had come from the coffee shop, his things already there. And with Hongjoong on your mind, you followed his distinctive walk as he sauntered over to his table with an elegancy yet swagger you hadn’t seen before.

            Now, a week ago you probably would have said no to a preposition that involved you following home a complete stranger whose name you had known for a maximum of four days, but tonight had been literal shit and you were on the verge of tears when Hongjoong had sauntered over to the bar, his Chesire like smile blinding. You had one more hour left of your shift and you’d be clocking out, not even staying behind to help Hani clean up. Your cramps were terrible and a guy who hit on you for the whole night had spilt his drink on your favourite blouse, calling you a bitch as well for shunning him away, so, when you saw Hongjoong approach the bar with mischief in his eyes, you were ready to scream at him and tell him to get lost. Except that you didn’t do all that because his question completely threw you off guard.

“Y/N, do you like art?” He had a rolled-up joint resting at his ear, his hair pulled to the side and clipped back with colourful hair clips. Your laugh that bubbled past your lips sounded incredulous and tired, but you nodded.

“I do, do you want something to drink?” Hongjoong shook his head, leaning across the bar despite it being wet from spilt alcohol.

“When does your shift end?”

“In an hour.”

“Wanna see some of my art?” Then Hongjoong grinned, looking proud of himself, “I’m a painter.”

Something came over you and didn’t even let you ponder over your decision, “Do you have weed?”

The answer was obvious as you glanced at the joint and Hongjoong laughed, tilting his head in a way that sharpened his features under the neon lights of the pub.

“Obviously, got some on me right now. Want some?” Not while you were working, afterwards, however, you were free to do whatever.

“After my shift, yeah.”

“Cool, I’ll meet you in the back. See ya.”

And that’s how you ended up at Hongjoong’s apartment, not even ten minutes away from the pub. Your feet ached and your cramps were so bad you felt like doubling over and emptying your already empty stomach, but you tried to hold yourself together in front of Hongjoong. There was a nervous flutter in your chest as you had followed him up the steel staircase, the building old and dodgy. However, the second you walked inside his studio apartment, it felt like you had entered a different realm. He was the true definition of an artist, you came to realise, with canvas strewn around the apartment, most finished but some blank, oil paint tainting the wooden floor and even the walls. The colours were neutral, beige with a slip of sage green here and there, the curtains sheer and pulled to the side as Hongjoong hurried over to the windows to push them open. There was an earthy smell in the air mixed with something sweet like vanilla, and you couldn’t help but marvel at the cosiness of Hongjoong’s studio. You recognised a few prints on the walls, they were the paintings of well-known painters who no longer lived, and the décor Hongjoong had used was rather vintage than modern. His huge wardrobe was open, and he pushed the door closed with little care as he picked up a hoodie off the floor. You were surprised he even owned one of those.

You flinched when it collided against your head, confused as to why he had thrown it at you. Hongjoong chuckled as he shrugged his coat off, trying to tidy his messy bed but quickly giving up when he realised you didn’t look like you cared. Truthfully, your apartment wasn’t in a better shape, the dishes in the sink had been there for three days and your bathroom was in dire need of a deep clean.

“We can’t smoke weed with closed windows, so it’ll get colder.” Hongjoong suddenly explained, shrugging on a cardigan that looked very soft, “Wear my hoodie, it’ll keep you warm.”

You hummed, glancing down at it before you stepped out of your shoes, shrugging your jacket off and wearing the hoodie. Its scent was sweet but potent with something musky, and you blushed as your nose buried into its fabric, drinking in its soft material.

“Make yourself feel at home!” Hongjoong grinned, walking over to the small kitchen section to grab two cups, “Do you want tea?”

You shook your head as you walked towards the small bean bag, pushing it with your leg to try and get it more gathered together. And then, just as you were about to sink into the chair, you heard a faint sound come from the kitchen. You turned your head and were met with a small black creature blinking at you in wonder.

“You have a cat?” You asked in surprise, staring back at the little pet. Hongjoong chuckled, looking down at his pet as the electric kettle started whistling.

“Is it so surprising? I found him near a dumpster a few years ago, he’s been by my side ever since.” You couldn’t help but gaze at Hongjoong with admiration as he spoke, pouring hot water into his cup for the tea, “His name is Woo ‘cuz he reminds me of my friend. They are both rascals and really loud.”

As if on cue, the cat meowed loudly and you chuckled, finally easing yourself into the bean bag. Your lower back protested and your spine cracked as you allowed yourself to lean back, arching your back. You could’ve cried at the relief, thankful to finally be off your feet. You couldn’t wait for the weed, it would dull your cramps and help you ease up after the day you’ve had. You were probably in dire need of a shower since you smelled like alcohol, but you didn’t feel comfortable showering at a guy’s place you barely knew. Which, now that you thought more about it, realisation started setting in. You weren’t too smart for following Hongjoong home, but he had never creeped you out, so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt tonight. You stared at the cat as Hongjoong mixed honey into his berry-flavoured tea, the warm mist hogging up his glasses. The cat, still at Hongjoong’s side, stared back at you and then slowly walked towards you, its head tilted in wonder. You smiled at it and let it smell your fingers, taking you off guard when it unceremoniously climbed into your lap, starting to make biscuits against your lower abdomen.

“Ah, of course, you’re already in the lap of the pretty barista.” Hongjoong mused with an amused smile on his lips, “You take after Wooyoung more than one would think.”

You had no idea who this Wooyoung guy was, but it sounded like he was a flirt if Hongjoong wasn’t bluffing.

“I like your apartment,” You blurted out as you started petting the cat, smiling down at it when it started purring, “It’s got character, much like you.”

“That’s the first time you said something completely honest to me.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at Hongjoong, the joint from his ear now gone as he grabbed some matches to light it up. You didn’t think that was true, but you didn’t say anything as Hongjoong came nearer, sitting down on the floor across from you. You looked at him as he took a long whiff of his joint, then extended his arm for you to take the weed. It’s been quite a while since you smoked any, you knew it would hit you faster, but you hoped it wasn’t too strong or you’d become sick. You took a careful drag of it as Woo settled into a slumber in your lap, and the earthy taste of it made you grimace. But you kept the smoke in your lungs for a bit before exhaling, taking another drag as Hongjoong watched you with a lazy smile. He looked so…handsome. You’ve had a few days to yourself to think about Hongjoong after your encounter in the art store, and you realised you were attracted to him. It was mostly physical since you liked his looks, but his brutally honest character also had you intrigued even if you’d get offended at times by what he was saying.

“I find it hilarious that you decided to come home with me after you declined to have coffee.” Your eyes met Hongjoong’s quickly just as you were about to hand over the joint, “Do you really don’t drink coffee? Or did you just want to get rid of me that day?”

“I…” You licked your lips as Hongjoong took the joint from you, grinning as he took a long drag once again, “Both, actually. I just…I don’t know you well enough and we’ve also met at the pub, I don’t like meddling with clients. Those frat boys are horny and only want to sleep with me.”

“Good thing I’m not a frat boy then, right, Woo?” Hongjoong grinned and ruffled the slumbering cat’s fur, looking back at you with an understanding look, “I’ll be done with my master’s degree in just a few months.”

You hummed, picking at the sleeve of Hongjoong’s hoodie before you saw the joint handed to you again, “And after that? What do you plan on doing?”

Suddenly, Hongjoong had a pensive look on his face as he leaned back on his arms, staring up at the ceiling. You took shorter drags of the joint now but kept the smoke in your lungs until it started burning.

“I want to travel the world, visit art galleries and drink a lot of expensive wine.” That didn’t sound bad at all, Hongjoong continued before you could tell him, “It’s hard breaking into the industry as a painter even though some realtors have already approached me to buy my paintings and put them on display.”

“And? What did you say to them?” You felt genuinely curious, the cat sighed loudly in your lap and Hongjoong looked at you two, reaching out for the joint. Your fingertips brushed together and Hongjoong’s hands felt too cold, but you didn’t comment on it.

“I turned them down,” Hongjoong smiled, but it looked almost sad before he shrugged, taking a drag, “I don’t want just anyone owning my creations. I want someone who understands what’s on that canvas to contact me, I want someone who genuinely loves art and isn’t just doing it for the money. It’s hard to find people like that nowadays, but I’m willing to wait as long as it takes…even if that makes me broke.”

Hongjoong scoffed out a chuckle, sounding bitter by the end of his sentence. For someone who was so good at reading others and commenting on their lives, Hongjoong seemed to be having his own demons he had to fight. You hummed, closing your eyes for a second as you felt your muscles ease up, your cramps less torturous. You were glad the weed was slowly kicking in, your cramps would’ve had you crying if not.

“So how do you plan on travelling if you have no money?” Maybe the question was insensitive, but you were curious. Hongjoong didn’t take offence as he smiled, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“There are art courses all around the world, I might sign up for one and leave, never look back…”

“Do you hate it here?” The question tumbled past your lips before you could stop yourself, “Because I don’t.”

Hongjoong didn’t look surprised as he nodded, handing back the joint so you could finish it. Three drags and it would be gone, so you took your time savouring it.

“It’s not the worst, but I don’t see much of a future for myself here.” So, Hongjoong was just like you then, “When are you leaving?”

“How did you know?” You sounded shocked as Hongjoong shrugged, averting his eyes.

“You and I are rather similar, you just fail to see it, Y/N.” Well, maybe he was right, maybe he wasn’t. You couldn’t read Hongjoong as well as he could read you, you needed more time to feel out his character.

“Six months and I’m out of here, never to come back if life’s kind to me.” Your voice was quiet as you didn’t look at Hongjoong, smoke wafting through your lips as you finished the joint. Hongjoong hummed, a low and warm sound, as he reached for the stud to take it from you. Your fingers brushed together once again, and you looked at Hongjoong when he held your wrist.

“You’re stronger than you think, you’ll make it big out there, Y/N, have more faith in yourself.” You found yourself smiling now, head a little hazy as you nodded, finding it easier to believe whatever Hongjoong told you.

“You’re the artist between the two of us, you’re the one supposed to make it big.” Hongjoong chuckled and stood, headed for the kitchen.

“Can’t we both make it big?” He raised an eyebrow as he threw the stud away, turning around to face you. You hummed, not entirely agreeing with him, but you decided to nod. Then, Hongjoong turned towards where his bed was and grinned, “You’re here to see some art, no?”

“Right, I almost forgot about that.” Hongjoong chuckled, then beckoned you over. You grabbed the cat in your lap and pressed a kiss against its small head, placing it on the bean bag in your spot. Your feet felt light as you headed towards Hongjoong, who had sauntered over to the desk pressed up against the wall underneath the open windows. He turned the small lamp on, and suddenly you were looking at small canvases filled with colour and abstract shapes. Somehow they looked like an organised mess, even in the overflowing swirl of colours, you managed to find a pattern that seemed to never end like a loop. You turned your head to look at Hongjoong, and suddenly you realised his art was a perfect reflection of who he was.

“I can tell you made these.” Perhaps phrasing it like that was offensive, but Hongjoong only looked curious. He hummed, raising an eyebrow.

“How come?” His voice was quiet, curious.

“I can see you in these.” You pointed at the canvas with orange and yellow as the more prominent colours, circling a deep blue that looked almost black, “The blue is you at your core, dark and perhaps scared of the world. And then all that orange and yellow? I think that’s how you see the world, how you wish it treated you, hoping it would lighten all that darkness that looms over you all the time. And this one? I wonder if it was a coincidence you hid so many infinity symbols in the background, this burgundy is gorgeous, by the way. I think everyone is afraid of disappearing without leaving a trace of themselves in this fucked up world, and I actually…I admire you for being so honest and straightforward, very few people are like you.”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows were furrowed the longer you spoke, but he remained silent as you smiled, looking down at the white canvas, unfinished but with light blue swirls creating the illusion of a clear sky, “I wonder what this will turn into. So far, it reminds me of serenity, of the calm before a storm. Life’s like that too, don’t you think? It’s quiet and gentle, and then it turns into a scary thing that can destroy us if we let it.”

Hongjoong just gulped, his eyes clouded but his heart racing. He was positive no one had been able to interpret his art for what it was before, and he wondered how much of him you could see through his eyes if you could read so well what the trail of his brush had left on a blank canvas. It made him feel seen like never before, not even his biggest supporter, Wooyoung, could see beyond Hongjoong’s intentions when he sat down to paint, to tell the world his pain and rage, yearning for someone to just finally see him.

“You’re…” Hongjoong gulped, his throat feeling dry as you smiled at him, curious if you’d been right, “You are a person I should cherish more from now on.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, your heart skipping a beat once again. What did he mean by saying that? You wanted to ask, but Hongjoong stepped closer, his tone breathy as he spoke up again, “‘Whoever wants to know something about me – as an artist which alone is significant – they should look attentively at my pictures and there seek to recognize what I am and what I want’…that’s what Gustav Klimt once said. And so far, you are the only person who’s managed to do that.”

Your mouth gaped open, and you both heard Woo stretch and meow loudly, his soft footsteps loud as he walked towards Hongjoong’s bed, jumping up and finding a new spot to sleep. You didn’t know what to say back to that, but you felt your heart race as your cheeks flushed, shy all of a sudden. Hongjoong was looking at you with a softness no man has looked at you with, it was a bit hard to take it all in without freaking yourself out that this wasn’t real, that it was just the weed, or that maybe Hongjoong wasn’t as genuine as his expression showed.

“Y/N,” You didn’t flinch when his hand wrapped around your wrist, his tone still soft, “I think you already know that I find you pretty, and I…I might have gone to that dingy pub for so long just to see you, actually.”

Those words had your heart racing even wilder as you looked up, finding Hongjoong’s face closer to yours as his eyes now bore into yours, “I should’ve been more specific when I asked you to have coffee with me. I meant to ask you out on a date, but I panicked because I knew I had slightly upset you, but…”

He gulped nervously and you felt so curious to hear what more he had to say, perhaps a smile would encourage him, so that’s what you did, offered him a small friendly smile. He released a breath and cleared his throat, his hand slipping from your wrist to your hand, “Can I kiss you?”

If this was anyone else but Hongjoong, your answer would have been an instant no. But the longer you looked into his eyes, the more excited and giddy you felt, so you just nodded your head and licked your lips, trying to ignore the deep flush of your cheeks. Hongjoong chuckled, suddenly looking shy, but he started leaning in, his eyes fluttering closed just as your lips met. It was careful, it was sweet and it made your heart roar as you stepped just a bit closer, your noses brushing together as your lips moved slowly and carefully, mostly just testing out the waters. Hongjoong’s lips were soft and sweet, and surprisingly didn’t taste like weed but like peaches. You wondered if he used any sort of lip balm to have them taste like that. His hand settled on your cheek and he gently caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, making your heart roar once again. It’s been long since someone had treated you with such gentleness, and you told yourself to remain level-headed, but it would be just so easy to fall in love with Hongjoong. You couldn’t help but smile as you two pulled apart, Hongjoong tried to hide his own grin as he sucked his lips together, but his eyes gave him away. You chuckled and he giggled, and suddenly you felt the urge to pull him into a hug.

“So,” He cleared his throat as he let his arms rest around your torso loosely, “If you don’t like coffee, what do you like?”

“Delicious cakes.” You didn’t hesitate to answer and Hongjoong chuckled, patting your head.

“Well then, would you like to go on a delicious cake-hunting date with me?” You closed your eyes to contain your excitement, but the weed had not only eased your muscles but your always worrying mind as well.

“Yes!” You didn’t mean to squeal, but it was hard not to when Hongjoong startled giggling sweetly once again, nodding his head.

“Good, I’ll make sure we find the best spots in the city then.”

And perhaps not just in the city, but also in foreign countries while you attended Hongjoong’s art expositions, an expensive bottle of wine waiting for the two of you back at the hotel.

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VALENTINE EVE'S NIGHTMARE ♡ * ˖ ࣪ CH. O2

★ synopsis: every teenage girl has her own struggles, so naturally, you found a way to escape yours! though you never thought you would bump into a pretty boy who had the same habit as you...oh, he's actually in the same school as you? and you two share the same taste in movies too...? wow, lucky you!

*✧·˚ cw. rin itoshi x f!reader, this is a smau & written fic! reader has family issues, so does rin, reader is 16, reader is a smoker, this is angst for like 2 chapters the rest is pure crack/fluff trust, language.

"ugh..." you groan when the sound of the notifications coming from your phone jolts you awake, who dares to bother me so early...?

you stick out your arm from under the bedsheets, ready to set your phone on dnd mode when you're interrupted by a sudden impact on your bed before you can do anything.

"what the?!" you're getting suffocated by an unknown entity! is your house really haunted, or has your brother finally lost his mind? you'll probably have time to think about it when you aren't being asphyxiated under the sheets...

"why the hell haven't you woken up already?!" says the creature that's currently trapping you. the sound is muffled, but you can definitely recognize that voice...

"get off of me eita!" that's what you used the last air you had left in your lungs for. now you're sure you're about to die, and you never even got to know that cute guy from yesterday's name...damn it!

"alright, no need to yell, princess." wait, you aren't dying, the air's finally entering your lungs again...!

"never do that again! and how did you even get in my house?!" you sit up on your bed. still gasping for air, you grab your phone that was laying next to you to check the time and your eyes widen, how did you manage to oversleep so badly...?

"i was actually waiting by the door like always, but i ran into your brother outside, i think he was going to work or something. anyway, he told me i could wait inside." he shrugged and you noticed he was munching on something. wait, your brother going to work this early? that's certainly odd...

"what are you eating?"

"oh? your cookies."

"what? those were my lunch for school today!" you furrow your brows, seriously, how annoying does otoya get?

"oh well. you can get something from the cafeteria." he shrugs again. the nerve of this guy!

"whatever, just let me get ready so we can go." you sigh and make your way out of your bed, detangling your limbs from the bedsheets to get to the bathroom until you notice otoya is still standing across from you in your room.

"...why are you just standing there?"

he doesn't give you the time to regret asking him before before his lips curl into a smirk "don't you need any help getting dressed?"

the smile is abruptly removed from his face when one of your pillows comes flying to his face at full force, "GET OUT!"

"so that's what it was about...i didn't peg you for the type to fall in love at first sight."

"that's because i'm not..." you say while smothering the wrinkles on the skirt of your uniform "i think."

you made sure to tell otoya every little detail of what happened last night while the two of you walked to school, you had such a short interaction with the mysterious guy yet it took you almost all of the walk to tell him the story.

"you think?" otoya looked at you with a raised eyebrow while walking inside the school building, waiting for you to go in too. "i can't believe you finally like someone, are you going to leave me behind now...?" he sighed dramatically and you chuckled, rolling your eyes at him.

"don't be so dramatic, plus it's not even like i'm crushing on him...i'm just curious." you stopped when you reached the door to your class; this is where you and otoya part ways, since he's a grade above you.

"sure, sure." he ruffled your hair slightly, turning around to make his way to his classroom, giving you a wave and a 'see ya later!'

you let out an annoyed sigh, trying to brush your hair back in place with your hands before opening the door to step into your class, luckily enough, you weren't too late.

"alright guys, class is dismissed now, get ready for whatever subject you have next!"

you're brought back to reality when you notice isagi turning his chair around from his spot in front of you, you lift your head up from your desk to stare at him when bachira makes his way next to you too.

"damn, that sucks, i guess we're gonna be separated for this project" apparently there's a '?' sign written across your face, because bachira immediately notices your confusion at isagi's statement,

"did you not listen to anything of what the teachers said?"

"uhh, not really...what did they say?" it's true that you spent the entire first period of class staring out the window, but damn it, it's not your fault! that guy with the long lashes just won't leave your mind...

isagi crossed his arms on top of your desk before speaking "you know how they give us a different project for each semester this year? well, they decided that for this semester's project half of our class will move to the classroom next to us, and half of the people in that classroom will come to ours." he explained while playing with the charms on your pencil case.

"yeah! they read the list too, me and yoichi are on the group that will stay here, you are on the group that will move to the other class." bachira had a small pout on his face. "oh, the teacher also said we'll have to form groups of three, we could've made one together, but i guess you'll have to work with two students from the other class for this one..."

great. just what you needed. you already barely had any friends in your class (only bachira & isagi, honestly...) and now you were going to have to pair with people from a whole another classroom? you don't think you even know the face of anyone in that class.

you gave a defeated sigh. "ugh...how many periods will this project last, anyway?" you ask, grabbing isagi's hand from your pencil case and absentmindedly playing with it

"like one period per week, i think." isagi says while staring at his hand in yours as you twist and turn it freely, "they also said this one will be shorter than the last one, it'll last 2 weeks."

"everyone go back to your seats and open your english textbooks." isagi and bachira quickly turn back to their own desks, and you straighten yourself up on your chair before bringing your books out of your backpack.

you have a feeling this project is gonna feel awfully long, what will it even be about...?

when your last class before lunch ends, you make your way out of the classroom walking side by side with isagi and bachira. the three of you are greeted by otoya leaning against the wall next to your classroom's door.

"hey you guys." he reaches out to ruffle isagi's and bachira's hair messily, you chuckle at their annoyed expressions and manage to duck away before his hand can reach your hair.

"why are you here? shouldn't you already be in the cafeteria with karasu by now?" you say making your way to his side, to which he slings his arm around your shoulders.

"yeah, but he didn't come to school today." you raise an eyebrow, that's unusual. "he's sick or something, so i'll be having lunch with you today, aren't you guys happy?" he smiles happily and tugs you closer to him

"so we're your side hoes now?" oh, isagi took the words out of your mouth!

"pretty much."

you tune out their discussion when you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, you don't usually get any texts at this time. curious, you bring your phone out.

you quickly send out a response before turning your phone off again. sigh. so you are gonna be alone again this week? it's not like you interact with your brother or anything when he's at home, but at least you don't feel the crippling loneliness gnawing at you when there's someone else in the house. you probably won't bother to call him even if there actually is something urgent, you know he likely won't pick up anyway.

"hey princess, did you hear me?" you're snapped out of your trance by otoya's finger poking your cheek, quickly looking up to stare at him,

"huh?"

"ohhh, are you still thinking about that guy with the long la-" that's about as far as he can say before you're aggressively slapping your hand to his mouth to shut him up.

'mmphjfgg!' you let go of him with a 'yuck!' when he starts trying to speak under your hand, effectively coating your palm with his spit...

"y/n, we were saying me and yoichi will see you later in class, we're meeting up with seishiro and reo to get some training done before lunch break ends!" bachira says while grabbing isagi by his wrist, they both give you a smile and a wave before turning around and making their way to the field.

those two are always thinking about training, must be nice to have something you're so passionate about...

"anyway, let's go have lunch together, you've gotta buy me something from the cafeteria after eating all of my cookies." you say as you finish wiping the remnants of otoya's spit on his school shirt, interlinking you arm with his before you hear him groaning something about having to get you lunch.

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[azurem]

This is kinda playing on the thing about Nightmare seeing Ink as a “prize”

but I feel like Ink would act dramatically around Nightmare in a damsel in distress vibe when he first started to visit his house/castle or like compare them to Princess Peacj and Browser

and Nightmare wouldn’t get the refs but kinda understands the concept because he reads one of those books while uncorrupted (excuse my grammar I’m tiredz

Don't worry about your grammar! I understand I understand.

NO BUT THEY WOULD. Ink would act all smug the first time Nightmare brings him to his home because it'd be the first sign he has an advantage to it (inherent since he wouldn't bring Nightmare anywhere near the doodlesphere) so he'd totally try to be funny and get a raise out of Nightmare by dramatizing everything JSSKSK

I feel Nightmare gets the concept very well (in my heart he used to kin the bad guys from the fairy tales as a child and he never truly grew out of it) but lowkey finds the idea too exciting. Like, at first he wouldn't play along because he knows Ink would latch onto him liking the idea and would promptly annoy him to oblivion kinda thing. (Though he def doesnt know who bowser and peach are JSJSJ)

Likeeeee uhhhhhh idk im also kinda tired id say hmmm

Ink closes his eyes, putting the front of his hand over his head while he grabs his sash with his free arm.

"Oh no! What will I do now! Now that—" he opens one eye to glance at Nightmare, who looks unimpressed. He coughs a bit. "—Now that I've been— kidnapped! Taken!"

"You can go away any moment if you so want" Nightmare says. His mouth stretches into a thin line as Ink hugs his arm. He fears they'll let themself fall to the floor like a wilting flower, as if the door wasn't wide open and their main weapon nearby. "Any moment."

"Poor little me, all alone, and helpless and—" Ink hugs Nightmare's arm tighter as he moves it, trying to shoo them away. "—oh so naive and—"

"You're like a tick," Nightmare says. Devoid of any surprise in his voice, he somehow still sounds in awe. Ink wonders if he enjoys the parasite treatment. "Get off."

"Pf. Aww, like you'd want me—" Ink meets Nightmare's eye. Seeing it blankly staring at him, he finally lets him go. "...to get off. Geez, alright."

"Thank you," Nightmare says dryly. He lifts a hand to wipe with a thumb the black of Ink's cheek, as if he still held the idea that it could be taken off. "...I wasn't sure if you... were capable of eating. I hope you don't mind magic food."

"I drink my ketchup and eat my pies, don't worry," Ink says, winking at him. Nightmare looks away when they turn to walk around him, more than familiar with the insistent way they try to get on his nerves. They smile at him, and they almost succeed in that. "Y'know, I can lowkey feel the Stockholm Syndrome setting already. Isn't it funny?"

"Hilarious," Nightmare says. He lets his expression reflect Ink's. For a second, as they look at each other, they resemble a two way mirror. "If you're done with that, come sit to eat. We still have some hours before my team comes back."

"Gotcha," Ink says. They stop their pace by Nightmare's blindspot. It's quite unnerving. "Really hope it's not laced nor cursed."

"Why, I would never," he says. He lets Ink see the way he wills one tentacle out of his back only to slide a plate off the table onto the floor. Nightmare lets the sound of ceramic breaking permeate the air for a second before he turns around.

Ink snorts. "...Was that a gag?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Nightmare lies. This time, when Ink hugs his arm, getting on their toes to give his well deserved reward, he doesn't resist. He puts his hand by their hip, the alluring form of their pelvis. "...I'll have to clean."

"Don't worry, I'll do that," Ink says. They play with one of the strings of his jacket's hood. "I'm like, kidnapped now and all that. I can play servant for a bit."

"Only a bit?" Nightmare says. "Isn't that for your captor to decide?"

"Well, y'know how this kind of thing goes. I'll run away at some point," Ink says, looking up and to the side as if trying to call onto a memory. "Then you'll send people to kill me and they'll get a change of heart over how pure I am and so."

Nightmare just looks at him, smiling.

A snort. "Oh, c'mon. Playing along won't kill you."

"It won't. But I also doubt any woodsman would think you naive." he says. He thinks about it for a moment before his smile drops, a sense of dread running in. He knows where this is going. Any misstep now would be his end, if it wasn't already coming. "...No."

"Yup," Ink says, smiling. It's a sad smile, bittersweet like a widow's. "Really hope I get a bite of that poisoned apple later, just to get the full experience."

Defeat. "...I'll see what I can do with that."

[shadowmor]

Mc is not fluent in Japanese part 2

Idea/summary: The Mc/Reader is foreign and knows just enough Japanese to express basics ideas (almost A2 level).

Part 1

-> Hotarubi & Sinostra house

✋️Obviously, this is not canon. Just a scenario idea

Kusanagi Haku

He already had some doubts about you being from outside Japan before interacting, but he quickly confirmed it.

"No, I'm not taking you to a clinic. Yes, to Darkwick, do you know it?"

But instead of seeing you searching on a search engine, he noticed that you typed the institution's name (incorrectly) into an online dictionary. Oh.

"No, Darkwick is an academy."

"Ah."

Before saying goodbye when you were taken to talk to the teachers, he briefly asked what your native language was. – You only understood the reason behind the question when he greeted you in your native language the first time you entered the Hotarubi house.

He studied some greetings (lazily) in case he saw you. If being cursed was already horrible, imagine not being able to express yourself the way you want?

Even if it wasn't much, Haku thought that by learning your language, you would feel less lonely and scared.

Besides, he noticed that his pick-up lines go in one of your ears and out the other since you don’t seem to understand unless it's in a literal sense.

"..."

"..."

"You didn't get it, did you?"

"I just didn’t understand the comparison between me and spring."

"Of course..."

Don’t be surprised if he throws a pick-up line at you in your native language —somehow, he sounds quite fluent in that aspect. (Maybe the color change on your cheeks and ears when you hear it is part of his motivation to practice more.)

Overall, Haku is a great teacher. Extremely patient with your mistakes and playfully teasing in a way that doesn’t make you feel mocked.

Oh? Speaking to me in such a casual tone... are you implying that we are actually closer than I imagined?"

Haku hates working more than necessary, let alone studying. But well, he won’t say no to a study date with you.

That is, until he realizes that you two weren’t the only ones in this study session. He looked at you strangely as you brought the Frostheim newbies.

"Maybe I misunderstood, MC. Wasn’t it just the two of us?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, not really." It was.

He also learned to say your name correctly on the first try, just like Tohma.

Haku seems to know a mix of languages, from the most well-known to those he selected out of personal interest (yours made it onto the list).

Subaru Kagami

Although I sometimes doubt that Subaru's external personality is completely genuine, I'll write assuming it is.

At first, he didn’t realize you were a foreigner. Like Alan, he vaguely thought you just weren’t good with words. – For a moment, he felt identified.

But doubts arose when you two started communicating directly. A few pronunciation mistakes here and there, confusing text messages, and the fact that Haku always greeted you in another language made him suspect.

"Hm."

"What’s wrong, Subaru?"

"If I'm wrong, please don't take it personally, maybe I misunderstood. MC, are you from another country?"

"Yes"

Subaru quickly joined the study group, even though he firmly stated that he wouldn’t be very helpful, but demonstrated the complete opposite.

He is a great teacher, simple and direct in explaining grammatical sentence structures or the meaning behind some kanji simbols.

Studying with him is always nice because, in the end, fresh tea and some cookies are ready for your break.

He rarely corrects you outside of study hours, and when he does, he always seems reluctant or annoyed with himself.

If he’s with you and someone misunderstands you, he’ll try to clarify the situation.

Subaru already wanted to study your language to get closer to you and make you feel more comfortable, but what really pushed him was hearing you murmur in your native tongue —he found the intonation so beautiful.

Certainly, it would be a shame if you couldn’t speak in such an expressive way.

Like Alan (again), he prefers learning directly, but to avoid being a bother, he also studies through other resources. – Haku brought some textbooks he found in the library.

He only mispronounced your name twice.

Zenji Kotodama

The best of the best 🙌

He thought it was just a peculiar way of your speaking, but he admires that you went to another country despite not being fluent.

Although his songs may seem a bit confusing, they actually help you correct your pronunciation because he enunciates each syllable slowly.

He sometimes follows you around the academy to keep you away from trouble caused by your lack of comprehension.

"No, no, no, gal! This young man understood something else! Repeat after me so he doesn’t get confused."

He asked you to sing in your native language—he found it nice and tried to imitate it. (It sounded more like phonetic gibberish.)

Now you've been admitted to work with Haku in managing Zenji’s posts!

Congratulations, you're now responsible for adding subtitles to his video-songs in your language. The more people who understand and appreciate the meaning of his words, the better the world will be, right? He needs to touch more hearts.

Zenji is better at explaining the meanings of symbols than strict grammar, but he's still good.

"Oh, my dear. It’s not this, it’s this here. Write it again."

He pronounces your name in an overly dramatic way

He doesn’t mind if you speak to him casually (even if it’s by mistake).

When he accompanies you to the library, you just need to point at a symbol, and he will express what it means. (Maybe his metaphors confuse you, but he will try to be clearer if he notices your confusion.)

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Taiga Hoshibami

You almost got grazed by a bullet when you spoke informally to him upon entering the casino for the first time.

Interacting with Taiga is a bit unsettling —one moment, he's laughing at your funny way of speaking, and the next, he’s pressing a gun to your forehead, ordering you to speak properly.

He doesn’t correct you; he genuinely enjoys watching you mess up. Sometimes, he pretends not to understand just to see you desperately trying to replace the word you used.

You might end up being subconsciously registered in his mind as the girl who speaks funny. (Not a good thing. If your Japanese improves, he might pull out his gun again in your next conversation. Better be known as the kitten.)

He might start pointing at objects, waiting (forcing) you to say their names with your flawed pronunciation.

No, he still doesn’t remember your name. If he already struggles to remember the honor student’s title, imagine a foreign name.

Like Subaru, he heard you murmuring in your native language and immediately asked you to speak like that while using your thighs as a pillow. But don’t try saying anything funny—Taiga is extremely sharp to know when someone is making fun of him.

If someone mocks the way you speak while he's around and still remembers who you are, someone’s going to need medical attention. It should only be funny for him.

Taiga seems to know other languages; he might know yours, but I highly doubt he’ll speak it with you—unless he has a real reason to threaten you.

Romeo Lucci

The audacity you have to speak to him so casually using his first name.

Romeo likely knows other languages, being a noble businessman that he is.

He knew you were foreign at first glance and pronounces your name correctly after hearing it once.

You were truly an annoying thing—not just because of your writing mistakes in the reports, but also because even after he explained abbreviations, you still seemed confuse.

"You are such a WOE!!"

"..." Just from your expression, he knew you didn’t understand.

"Waste Of Effort!!"

Yet, there was that same blank look—how the hell did you not get it, even when he patiently explained?

If he knows your language, he might make a slight effort to communicate about necessary matters using it — like Kaito’s routine or about a mission

His corrections always come through frustrated sighs or yelling.

Yet, he somehow always returns your reports corrected, helping you understand what symbols you got wrong.

Ritsu Shinjo

He possibly knows other idioms —a lawyer must be aware of their client’s needs in any circumstance! How would he defend someone without understanding what they’re saying?

He still has your audio response to his question about you being a foreigner (why).

If he has time, he will join your study group. However, he already corrects you in any communication you two have.

Ritsu corrects you directly, pointing out the mistake and the solution. He doesn’t really care about how he’s explaining things or whether you feel embarrassed—similar to Jin in that aspect. Why are you embarrassed? He’s helping you.

As his business partner, your communication must be clear, objective, and efficient.

So, if he doesn’t know your language, he will find ways to learn it. You found it amusing that, just because you’re his associate, he spends nights studying your language. (And he doesn’t understand why that surprised you.)

Despite his "lawyer-like" demeanor, Ritsu is very helpful. He gathers books for you, ranging from basic to advanced Japanese.

He mispronounced your name a few times (maybe three in total).

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Sorry, maybe i did wrote too much. Please forgive me for any grammar mistakes TT

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Dime. (Joel x Hairstylist!Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, hefty age gap, divorced!joel, mentions of violence, unprotected sex, NO MINORS!

The first time you cut Joel's hair, it was nothing short of a disaster. You were brand new out of cosmetology school, 19, and he was your first men's haircut ever out of school without the supervision of an instructor. His wife is who convinced him to try you out.

He didn't want to go back, but his wife begged him to give you another chance. She knew the potential you had. Joel wanted to make his lady happy, so he did. He kept going back to you and by the third time you had cut his hair, you were a master at it. Eventually, it only took you around 15 minutes to cut his hair, and he liked how short the appointments were. Of course, he always made jokes about the first time you cut his hair.  You always blushed and took the jokes like a good sport, making jokes back of course. Joel really liked you, he thought you were a nice young lady.

He liked that 15 minutes every month or so. It was peaceful being around.

One day, Joel was coming in for a haircut. He'd made his appointment a little later than usual, his hair was grown out a little too much. When he steps inside, the bell doesn't ring, and he notices it's gone from the top of the door. You're sweeping up shattered glass, and when you look up, noticing him finally. You've got tear stains on your cheeks. "Oh... hey Joel. You can come take a seat." You smile, gliding your hands down your apron. You were clearly distressed. There's a man at the front, he looks annoyed. "If you're only going to do half of the service, than I'm only going to pay for half of the service." He says. He's got an attitude. Joel takes one look at him, and realizes he's clearly who's made you so upset. "Is something wrong?" He asks. "Yeah, I wanted a haircut and a wax but this little bitch says she won't do it." He rolls his eyes. "Woah." Joel narrows his eyes. "I'm not certified to do waxing, only Hair." You mumble. The man roles his eyes. "Ah, there's your explanation." Joel nods. The man shakes his head. "She is too certified. She's just being lazy."

Joel crosses his arms. "Ah. Ya see that beautiful sign right there?" He points.

It's a black sign, in bright red letters it says 'WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO ANYONE.'

"Even if she was certified and didn't want to do it, she don't have to do it. So maybe you should just go." Joel is fuming. You're such a kind girl, and this guy is such a prick. "I still have to pay for my shitty haircut."

"It's on the house, get out. And don't come back either or I'll throw you out next time."

The man releases a huff, mumbling under his breath. He can see the weight leaving your shoulders. "Thank you, Joel." You look down. "It's okay, no worries. That guy is a real prick." He rolls his eyes. He sits down in your chair, and you tie the little neck strip around him. Throwing your cape around him. "Did he break that?" He asks. "Uh.. yeah. He was flailing his arms around and knocked it over."

Joel shakes his head. "Asshole." He mutters. "I mean he's not wrong, I am certified to do waxing, he just has a nasty track record." You roll your eyes. Joel nods his head as you start working on his hair. "What kinda track record?" He asks. "Being a complete pervert. Saying gross things to the girls waxing him." You roll your eyes. He lets out a scoff, agreeing with you without moving his head. "Gross. Last thing you girls wanna see in here is old man parts." He chuckles. "Just certain old men. Some of em aren't so bad." You send him a sly smile. He narrows his eyes, smiling. "What's that supposed to mean?" He laughs. "Ever seen Jeffrey Dean Morgan?" You smirk. Looking at him in the mirror. He rolls his eyes. "Isn't that guy my age?" His eyes widen. "He's 57 I believe." You laugh. "That's my exact age! Jesus Christ." He laughs. Trying not to move his head. "You naughty girl." He laughs.

You finish his hair up pretty quickly, and by the time Joel is getting ready to leave, you're already cheered up from the asshole before. He walks up to the counter to pay. "Uh.. it's on the house. For being pest control." You smile. "Ah, I can leave ya a tip than can't I?" He smiles. You spin the little screen around, letting him type in the custom amount he wishes. When he finishes your eyes catch sight of that same man waiting outside. "Oh shit." You mumble. Joel turns his head, seeing him. "Uh.. why don't you cash all of your stuff out, I'll walk you out." He nods. "Thanks Joel, I'll be quick." You mumble. You pull your apron off and Joel realizes the shirt you've got on is a little extra.

Tight tank top, showing off your tits. He has to look away quickly. You gather up all of your items, doing whatever else you needed to do.

"Joel!" You look at him wide eyed. "What?" He asks. "You left way too much for a tip." You roll your eyes. "I paid for his haircut too. I'm the one who told him to get lost. Plus now you can go buy a bottle of tequila to forget about today." He smiles. "I'd like that, but unfortunately I'm only 20." You laugh. He smiles. "Ah. Go get a Pepsi than. Meet halfway." He chuckles. Earning a smile from you. You tuck everything away into your purse, following him outside. "Thank you Joel. I appreciate it." You mumble. The man is still waiting outside, but he starts to leave upon seeing Joel by your side until you're inside of your car.

Joel stares him down as he leaves.

—

You're not one to talk about your life. You don't really talk about yourself or anything going on. Joel has noticed it, you always ask him about his fast paced life and have never once mentioned or have even brought up your own life. He always thought it was a little odd, but brushed it off. Assumed it was some kind of habit you'd picked up along the way in your industry.

The next time he came into the shop, about a month after the incident, he walks inside. He heard running water, but didn't see anyone. He heard you hiss out in one of the back rooms, letting out a "shit!" As something clearly hurt you. "Hello?" He calls. He hears the water shut off, and you emerge from the back room. "Oh, hi Joel." You smile. "This a bad time?" He asks. "No, no. Come on over." You pat your chair. You seem more stressed than usual. "Something going on?" He asks. "No, just busy today."

"Not one to talk about your life hm?" He smiles. "No, it's a shit show really," you laugh.

"You want me to wash your hair?" You ask.

"Yeah, sure." He nods.

He follows you back to the sink, and you wash his hair, styling it the way he likes it. It's a little messy, he doesn't do much with it.

"So where's Irene, I haven't seen her in ages." You ask him as he's checking out. He laughs, looking down. "I thought you knew." He mumbles. "Hm?" You look confused.

"I caught her with some other guy 'bout... 15 months or so ago. Little over a year. Nasty divorce and she moved across the country." Your eyes are wide. "Are you serious? I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

He laughs. "Ah, it's alright. It took me way too long to dodge that bullet." He shakes his head. "I think we all have one of those." You giggle. "Howcome you're the only one in here? I don't think I've ever seen anybody else." He asks. "Ah.. the old owner was an old lady, she passed away kind've unexpectedly. Her kids inherited it, sold the shop to me for little to nothing." You shrug. "Oh, so you own it?" He asks. "Yeah." You smile. "Holy shit. That's awesome." He laughs. "Yeah it is, it's not so bad. Although it consumes like all of my time." You giggle. "I turned 21 a couple weeks back and have yet to go do anything."

"No way..." he laughs. "You didn't go out with your friends?"

"Bold of you to assume I have friends when I work all of the time." You smile. "Alright, fine. Cmon. I'll take you."

"What?" You laugh. "Nah, you have no idea what you're missing out on. Cmon. I'll take ya." He laughs. "Right now?" You ask. "Mhm. Come on."

You laugh, looking down. "Okay okay. Let me clean up." You smile.

You clean up the mess you've made and step into the back for a minute to take your apron off. Thankful you wore decent clothes today. For some reason, excitement settles into your belly. You've always had a thing for Joel, but you knew he was married. You brush your black v-neck off and adjust your pants to sit a little higher on your waist. Folding the bottoms of your pants up and making them look even. Walking out of the bathroom. You notice his eyes lingering on your chest, licking his lips.

Maybe this night was going to end in your favor.

You finish locking up and he leads you out to his truck, opening up the passenger door for you. "You know Irene was fucking jealous of you." He laughs, saying it as he pulled out of the parking lot. "What? Why?" You ask. "Don't really know what started it to be honest. She's the one who made me come to you in the first place. But one day you touched my chest wrong. And she started accusing me after that. I imagine that's around the time she started seeing that other guy."

You laugh. "That's gold. Love intimidating other women." You smile. "Really?" He smiles. "Why?"

"Cause I'm the least threatening person ever." You shrug. Joel laughs, pulling into a bar parking lot. It's a small dive bar.

"This where you like to hang out?" You turn to him. "Yeah. Spent a lot of time here after everything happened. Only place in town they don't water their liquor down." He laughs. "Gotcha."

Joel leads you inside and the bartender smiles when he sees him. "Joel, little early ain't it?"

"Lil bit. But my friend here just turned 21."

You can feel blush rising to your cheeks as he looks you up down. "Friend huh?" He smirks. He picks up a bottle, pouring something into a shot glass. "First one's on the house." He slides it to you.

Joel can see how skeptical you are at first. "S'alright. Go on."

You pick up the shot glass, knocking it back and setting it down. Not even making a face.

He laughs.

"Yeah, just cause they turn 21 doesn't mean they don't got any experience." The bartender laughs.

"Pretty little thing aintcha?" He smiles. You smile, looking down. "She cuts hair down at the little shop by the canal."

"Really? I'll have to send my wife in. She's always bitchin' about her hair lady." He rolls his eyes. "Anyways, here's this, I gotta go swap out my kegs." He passes over a bottle of Jack and a couple glasses.

"You drank before?" He asks. "Nah I just didn't want to look like a pussy."

He laughs, maybe a little too hard.

You spend the next couple of hours chatting over the bottle of Jack you're sharing. You don't drink all that much and neither does Joel.

You excuse yourself to use the bathroom.

The dive bar is quiet because of how empty it is, and even in the bathroom you can still hear the two of them talking.

"She's kinda young for you ain't she? I mean I knew you'd move on from Irene at some point. She's a pretty young thing." He laughs. You stiffen up. "No, it ain't like that." Joel laughs. "She's a good girl, she's been cutting my hair since she was fresh outta school."

"Gotcha. She single?"

"Yeah right, I doubt she'd go for an old man like you."

"You're oblivious Joel."

"What?"

"She likes ya, can see it all over her face."

"Am I oblivious or are you just delusional?" Joel laughs. You know you shouldn't be eavesdropping. "You're telling me if that sexy little thing threw herself at you, you wouldn't fuck her? She's a dime."

"Jesus Christ..." Joel trails off. Shaking his head.

"She's young. Might even be a virgin."

"You're a nasty old man, you know that?"

"I'm just saying. You miss all the chances you don't take and if I were you, I'd be all over that unfucked pussy between her legs." He almost growls.

"Yeah, you're creeping me out right now. You're married." Joel shakes his head. He hadn't seen the man act like this before. "Ah, she ain't gonna go for a man like me. Maybe you though." He winks but you can't see it. You shake your head. "Jesus Christ.." he groans.

Unfucked pussy.

You step out of the bathroom and walk back to the bar. Seeming innocent.

"Let's get going yeah? Crowd about to spill in."

Joel throws a bunch of bills down on the counter. You wave goodbye to the creepy bartender. Just like that, you're outside.

Joel sighs. "He liked you." He shakes his head. "Yeah, I heard." You laugh. Joel cringes. He hoped you hadn't. "ah, I hoped you didn't." He groans. You're sat in his passenger seat. "Yeah, me n my "unfucked pussy" Will probably be on his mind tonight." You laugh. Joel hasn't heard words like that leave your lips before. "Jesus." He laughs.

"I mean in a way, he's not wrong." You laugh. "I'm no Virgin but I haven't been with anybody since I was like 17." You laugh. Joel runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "Yeah, I get you too. Just cause I was married don't mean shit. It's been years." He laughs.

You laugh. "You know.. I couldn't help but overhear." You turn to him. "Everytime he said something about fucking me, you never said no." He stiffens up. "I..." he shakes his head. He doesn't know what to say. "Y'know if you wanna fuck me Joel, you could just ask." You smirk. He shakes his head. "Don't tempt me sweetheart. I don't think you can take it." He laughs. "Yeah? What makes you say that?"

"I don't fuck like a stupid young boy. You ain't got a clue what I'd do to you." His knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel.

"Never been into guys my age. But I think you should let me be the judge of that." You turn in your seat to get a good look at him and he bites his lip, pulling it between his teeth. He pulls into the parking lot of your salon. Turning to look at you. "You better be careful sweetheart. Don't go getting yourself into trouble." He leans back.

This side of Joel you've never seen before. He's dark. No emotion behind his darkened eyes.

"What, you gonna hurt me?"

"Nah. I ain't gonna hurt ya." He adjusts himself in his seat. "I'm rough as hell but I ain't gonna try to hurt ya." He gives you a sly side smile. "Than I think I'll be just fine."

He shakes his head. "Get your pants off." He nods. You listen immediately, and he likes that. You listen and that's what he needs. You tug them down your legs, completely off. Joel thanks himself for the tinted windows.

"Cmere baby. Get in my lap."

You move across the seat, straddling his legs. He takes a deep breath. "Fuck... Didn't think I'd get here." He laughs. sliding down into the seat further, until his cock presses against your bare entrance through his jeans. "Why's that?" You wiggle up slightly, until your face is even with his. "I don't know, just... thought you'd be against this." he rolls his eyes. "You're more laid back than I thought ya were, if only you knew the fights I got into over you." He smirks, gripping a handful of your ass.

You make Joel feel young again. Something he didn't think he'd ever feel again. He really thought that after his divorce was over, that his life was over. He felt so shocked and so taken off guard by her. He hadn't left his house outside of work and getting his hair cut. People told him to try to move on, have fun. But he thought he was too old. His life was already over, he couldn't be out going wild when he was almost 60.

He was dead wrong.

He frees his cock from his jeans and you take the next step by grasping his shaft and raising yourself up by your knees. Lowering onto him.

He hisses out, resting his head against the head rest. "Shit, you're tight baby." His hands shake a little as he reaches for your hips. He doesn't realize exactly how long it's been since he's been inside a woman. Not until he's two thrusts in feeling close already. He needed to get his head in the game before he made a fool of himself in front of you.

He grits his teeth, wrapping his arms around your hips, holding you still. He keeps you at a close distance, thrusting up into you at a brutal pace. You whine out, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn't lie. He was rough.

He wraps a hand into your hair, tugging on it slightly until you were looking at him. "Look at ya.. doing so good." He taunts. You whine out, closing your eyes. His thrusts are bruising, the tip of his cock driving into your cervix. You didn't know how much more you could take. Maybe he really was too rough for you.

He pushes your hair off of your shoulder, getting a good look at you.

"You look good like this darlin'. Been staring at these pretty tits all night." He smirks. He sees you smile even though your eyes are closed. "Keepin' up?" He taunts. "Tryin'" You giggle. He laughs. He can tell he's being a little too rough.

"That's all I can ask of ya. Get in the back." He groans.

You slide off of him, climbing over the center console and getting into the back. He tucks himself away for just a second to get out, sliding into the back seat. He closes the door and locks it. "Hands and knees."

You do it without any protest and he starts to realize it's his favorite thing about you, how willing you are to listen to him.

He grips his cock in his hand, pushing down onto the middle of your back to make you arch further for him. He lines himself up with you again, sliding in. You gasp, he feels even deeper than before.

He doesn't give you much time to adjust, thrusting in you. Your ass meet his hips with a clapping sound. He hisses again. "Fuck." He groans.

He switched positions to avoid finishing so fast but he's already close again. He feels pathetic.

"Move back on me." He breathes.

You do it, moving slightly back. He reaches forward, wrapping a hand in your hair and tugging on it slightly. You look fucking perfect. Shirt pulled down to your midsection, back arched. His cock in you. He shakes his head. Trying to put his mind anywhere else but it feels so good.

He leans over you slightly, meeting you as you push back into him.

He grips your hips and picks up his pace. He needed to get you there before he made a fool of himself. He starts a brutal pace. His hands are going to leave bruises with how hard he's gripping onto you. It's loud and his truck shakes with how hard he's fucking into you. Your moans get loud and unsteady. He's about to lose it. He's going to give in and cum. It feels so good he doesn't even care about what a fool he'll look like.

His moans are desperate and unsteady, but so are yours.

"Fuck Joel- I'm not gonna last." You whine, hand pushed underneath yourself. Rubbing circles into your clit as he abuses your cervix. "S'alright darlin. I knew you wouldn't be able to."

Joel smiles to himself, lying through his teeth.

When you let out a cry, signaling him that you've cum, he thrusts deep inside. Filling you to the hilt with his filth.

You're panting, eyes full of tears.

"Looks like you weren't gonna last long either, jerk." You punch his shoulder, hearing him laugh.

"Nah, I was hangin' on for dear life." He laughs.

Joel hasn't laughed like this in a long time. "Asshole." You roll your eyes. Smile playing on your lips. "You love it."

"Me n my fucked pussy will be on our way." You tease. "Nah I don't think so. I think you're gonna sit your pretty ass in that passenger seat and let me take you home."

"Really?" You laugh. "Really. Go on." He nods his head. You listen. Climbing over the seat again and getting dressed as he gets back out of the back seat and into the drivers seat.

"Not done with you yet." He breathes, throwing the truck in drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

[aettuddae]

high garden academy — chapter 83.

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

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daein was leaning against a wall near where all her friends were forming a round and dancing to the music, she had a cigarette between her fingers that went back and forth to her lips from time to time, her now characteristic bored expression decorating her face as her eyes wandered through the crowd.

"you're really bold lately." karina's voice could easily be heard over the music. "quoting my tweets, bashing me." she reminisced. "since when did top student have such impunity?"

at the top of the club, on the second floor, karina and minjeong had met in a tumultuous manner. sure neither was the other's favorite person, but minjeong was having a day in which she couldn't stand anyone and when the oh-so-popular girl appeared in front of her, who was accompanied by taeyong, she couldn't contain the intrusive urge to nudge her shoulder with her body as she walked past her, which of course the blackhaired, who had a volatile character, didn't like.

minjeong was nice all the time, but when she didn't want to be it she could get really annoying.

"drop the mean girl act, will you?" the redhead's words were harder to hear because of how softly they came out. "you were just too close, it was unintentional." she lied, the reality is that it was indeed an angry act, but she wasn't waiting for her opponent to confront her.

the girl had never had an argument with a classmate before and her first one would not be over daein.

"i didn't think you were the type to act like that over a person." she folded her arms, turning her body completely towards her and facing her, looking down at her from the height.

"sorry, is just that your girlfriend," she made quotation marks with her fingers as she said that word. "she promises i'm the only person in her eyes and then she goes with you." she didn't know what had led her to say such a thing, but she was tired of keeping quiet, maybe provoking karina could give her answers.

"so it is all about her." she observed.

"why else would you and i have anything to do with each other?" she replied.

unlike volleyball, this time it had been karina's turn to lose. she didn't know how to contradict her, she of all people knew that minjeong wasn't lying when she said that daein looked at her, and she wasn't going to continue a fight over any person. she let out a long sigh,

why wouldn't daein choose her? she was sure sometimes she did, but why couldn't she be the only one?

her eyes wandered away from the shorter one's face and surveyed the place to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but beyond their friends, no one seemed to have noticed the crossing between the two girls. however, when her gaze fell to the floor below she was met with an image that made her approach the railing with haste.

daein was no longer in the same place she had been all night, but was now in the arms of her best friend, jennie, who had forced her to dance with her to get her to change that moody attitude she used to have. karina knew that the interaction probably had no hidden agenda, but she couldn't calm the pang she felt in her chest as she watched daein let the other girl move to the music, rubbing against her body, or as her hands roamed her neck, her arms and her waist. but what made her insides burn the most was the stupid grin that lay on hong's lips.

jimin had kissed her, had cared for her, but that had never made her smile.

"do something." a plea reached her ears from behind, causing her to look over her shoulder to find minjeong standing right behind her, almost glued to her back, watching as well.

"isn't she your best friend?" she inquired even though she knew the answer.

"jennie wouldn't be with daein." she assured and looked karina in the face who was giving her a sidelong glance, one that indicated she wasn't sure if she believed her. "yes, she's my best friend and she would never do that to me." she reiterated, but the girl didn't change her attitude. "which doesn't take away from the fact that i'm jealous." she admitted.

"you're lucky i am too." she confessed. "i wouldn't help you any other way."

"i wouldn't help the girl my girlfriend likes either." she commented casually, her eyes riveted on daein and jennie.

"you know damn well she's not my girlfriend so stop acting like i'm a ridiculous cuckold." she sentenced.

unknowingly, karina had given in to kim's intentions, she had given the information the girl wanted to get. minjeong was extremely smart and the blackhaired seemed to have overlooked it. now she knew that daein hadn't lied to her, that the whole bizarre plan that was so hard to believe was really happening.

karina nodded to her indicating to follow her. "where are you going with top student?" asked her friend giselle as they walked past her.

"if i tell you, you'll get mad." she warned simply.

"minjeong?" called taeyong from behind her, with a worried tone.

"i don't know what's going on either." she informed the boy and continued walking behind karina.

they both walked down the stairs leading to the first floor and with the pianist in the lead they passed through the crowd running past the people blocking their way. appearing out of the sea of people right where daein was standing with her friends, particularly jennie. yu approached the two who were still dancing and wrapped her arms around daein's waist from behind her back, who was startled by the sudden touch and turned around in surprise to look at what was going on.

"hello." murmured the younger girl tenderly as she came face to face with the girl.

"karina don't start-" her reaction was already coming with nuisance, but she fell silent when she saw the redhead only inches behind jimin.

"come dance." the girl tugged her by the waist with just enough force to make her body cut off all contact with jennie's.

"i don't want to dance with you." she pulled away slightly, but was still in the girl's grip.

"not with me." she quickly denied. "with us." she pointed at minjeong, whose face went pale with embarrassment as she realized what yu's plan was.

"are you friends now?" she crossed her arms over her chest molding them to the little space she had.

"we were never enemies." she clarified. "come here." she turned to the girl who was watching everything from the side and grabbed her arm to pull her over to where they were.

"sorry, i know this is weird." the redhead spoke to hong and then leaned down until she was within earshot of jennie. "how low is it to ally myself with karina because she was jealous of you?" she asked with a tone of embarrassment.

"ew." that was her best friend's only response. "just ew." she repeated then turned away and went back to the others.

daein was left alone with both girls who looked at each other in bewilderment as to what the next move was supposed to be, while daein's eyes stayed up, avoiding any contact with them. the first step was taken by the ideator of the situation, starting to move softly to the rhythm of the song playing in the background, throwing a signal to the other to do the same, and the latter, in the absence of certainty, obeyed.

daein felt uncomfortable, which it was obvious would happen to her having to share time with the two girls she least expected to see together, who kept her awake at night going over her bonds with them to try to understand them, to whom she had caused so many emotions, good or bad. faced with such discomfort, she preferred not to make the moment even stranger and after lighting a new cigarette, she started to sway slowly to accompany them. she didn't expect that karina would take this as a reason to get even closer to her and put her hands again on her waist, now dancing together.

minjeong was fighting her shyness and introverted personality, things that were clearly of no concern to someone like yu jimin, and she took daein's trembling eyes that looked at her uncertainly as she danced with the blackhaired as initiative to join them, hugging the older girl's arm and continuing her subtle movements to the music.

it was a competition now, even though they were on the same team. they wanted to know who was closer, who had her more on their side.

karina's hands slowly took course down the older girl's body, roaming her waist, her back, her chest. the contrary didn't take it well and copied her actions, moving her touch up the older's torso. for her part daein had too much weed in her system to think clearly, she was lost in both girls, in her girls. she leaned her head forward allowing the fingers of the two to climb up to the nape of her neck and tangle in her hair. her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy, she held the two in her arms. in the state she was in, she would have let them do whatever they wanted.

karina raised her head until her mouth was at the level of her ear, capturing her earlobe between her teeth and letting it go after giving it a gentle bite, then moving down to her neck and caressing the skin there with her nose.

minjeong brought her palm up to her cheek and drew her to herself with it, using the closeness to leave a trickle of pecks on her face and jaw, while with her thumb she caressed her skin.

maybe if daein were sober she would question why neither of them were restraining themselves, or why they were on good terms with each other, but her brain was completely foggy, so it took her a second to identify when a fourth body appeared behind the girls in her arms. it wasn't until they abruptly both separated from her that she woke up from her trance, looking up to find a guy dancing with them now. she looked at him in disbelief, and tried to narrow her eyes to focus on him better and make sense of his face, but she didn't, she didn't know who he was. the guy had his hands on minjeong and karina's backs, apart from an extremely cheerful smile on his face.

soon he would have daein's fist in his face as well.

daein had gotten into fights a few times in her life, more times she had been attacked over her bad attitude than she had attacked others, but she had experience hitting people. taeyong, for example. the girl lunged at the boy, raising her arm back in the air and gathering power to throw her fist forward to slam it into the guy's face with force.

his body went backwards from the impact and he covered his face where he was hit as if that would ease the pain. he straightened up and looked at the girl angrily, the happy expression he had seconds before seemed to have never existed. with sure and quick steps he returned to daein and hit her back, impacting his knuckles against her cheekbone.

a struggle ensued between the two, with punches and scratches coming and going from the girl. daein was dizzy from the drugs in her system, but that wouldn't make her lose, if anything it helped her not to feel so much pain from the aggressions. in a moment of lucidity she realized she could use her foot to put it between her opponent's and thus knock him down by pushing one of his legs. once he was on his back on the ground, daein sat on top of him, using the advantage to be the one in control, repeatedly punching his face in anger.

"don't touch them again!" she exclaimed before throwing her hand towards him again.

realizing that there was no longer any danger and that the biggest threat was daein, karina approached them both quickly, taking care not to take any damage as she leaned down and wrapped herself around daein's torso and then pulled back, thus forcing her to stand up and away from the boy, restraining her from lunging at him again by placing her hands on her chest. once calmer, daein realized that the entire club had their attention on them.

"i can't believe you got into a fight for us." commented karina in surprise.

the three of them were in the dean's office, sitting in the dark on a little bench against the wall, having just received the reprimand of their lives. of course, daein had taken the brunt of it and had only been spared expulsion for sneaking off to a party and getting into a fight because her father would be talking to the director tomorrow,

which meant he would give him a large sum of money to keep his daughter there.

the same could not be said about the other guy who thought it was a good idea to hit a girl.

meanwhile, karina and minjeong had received the same punishment as the rest of their classmates for going out without permission, which was the cancellation of their breaks for a month, which to jimin seemed like the end of the world, but to the other girl it meant nothing.

"are you okay?" minjeong looked at daein uneasily and put her hand on hers to try to comfort her.

daein nodded wordlessly.

"that was very hot of you." the pianist added as if it would make the situation less terrible.

"karina." her classmate called out to her, looking at her in disbelief. "let's not celebrate that she got into a fight." she shook her head.

"oh please don't tell me it wasn't." she reproached her. "that whole 'don't touch them again' thing was something." she recalled daein's words.

"i can't believe you're serious." she groaned at the things she said.

"can you two stop?" daein uttered word for the first time in hours. "watching you two interact gives me migraine."

"and to think this moody being is our love interest, huh?" she patted kim's arm to go along with her joke.

"is she always like this?" the redhead asked daein. "or does she ever take anything seriously?" the older girl shook her head negatively.

"we should go to sleep." the older one proposed.

"you have to heal those wounds first." ordered kim.

"you look like a tomato." jimin pointed out, earning another judging look from the other two. "an attractive tomato." she added.

"i'm going with minjeong." announced the oldest, causing the named one to be pleasantly surprised as yu opened her mouth to whine.

"is it because i called you a tomato?" she inquired with an exaggeratedly sad tone.

they both got up to start on their way to their rooms, their backs to jimin who still didn't move. daein stopped in her tracks and turned to her, looking at her hesitantly for a few seconds until she decided to walk over, lean above her and leave a kiss on her forehead. "rest."

"you too." she gave her cheek a short caress.

"pick a side." demanded the redhead from behind watching the whole scene.

"hold still." she demanded as she swiped a cotton ball with saline solution on it.

"it hurts." she whined, pulling her face a little away from the girl's hands before she pressed on any wounds again.

"it hurts now." she observed. "when you were at blows with a guy in front of everyone it didn't hurt." she nagged at her.

"hey, i did it protecting you." she defended herself. "i didn't like the way he touched you." she put her hands on the girl's waist.

"protecting us." she corrected. "you did it for karina too." she removed her grip from her body and continued to heal the marks on her face.

"he messed with both of you." she explained. "i wouldn't allow it with anyone."

minjeong said nothing and proceeded to wet another cotton ball to bring it to daein's face, where she swiped it across the scrape under her right eye, making daein hiss from the pain at the contact. the oldest raised her arm and pushed the girl's hand with it, removing it from her face, leaving nothing between them. she again held her opponent's hips firmly so that this time she would not remove it and drew her even closer than she already was.

"you know i like you, don't you?" daein reminded in a whisper, loud enough for only her to hear, as if there was someone else in the room.

"your actions and your words never match." she leaned her weight on the contrary's shoulders, they were so close that just by moving her head forward their noses would brush.

"then let me act on my words."

daein brought her touch up to minjeong's face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her to her lips, thus trapping her in a slow, tentative, careful kiss. it was more of a caress, a cuddle between their mouths. minjeong strengthened her grip on the older one by exerting pressure, trying to suppress the curious sensations stirring in her stomach.

hong's thumbs were tenderly roaming over the younger girl's skin, as if she was afraid of touching hard and breaking her. daein's inner difference, the violence of a few hours ago and the affection that now blossomed in her. their lips moved to the rhythm of absolute silence, to the sound of an imaginary melody, perfectly coordinated as if they had been lifelong dance partners.

but minjeong pushed daein by the shoulders and broke the kiss, pulling away abruptly as she caught her breath.

"what happened?" worried daein in a thread of a voice so subtle the redhead thought she never heard.

"you." she nudged her gently so as not to hurt her. "you're high." she reminded. "and i like you." admitted. "a lot." she clarified. "but not like this." she shook her head in denial. "not when you do it because of the substances in your system and not because you really feel it."

"but i do feel it." she assured standing up with a frustrated attitude. "you know i really do."

"but a kiss from you in this state is worthless." she began to gather her things. "in this state you would kiss any girl to fill your emotional deficiencies." she headed for the door.

"minjeong." she ran after her to hold her arm and make her turn to face her. "that's not true." she asserted, her demeanor drooping.

"if we hadn't stopped you today you would have tried to kiss jennie." she accused. "and i know that, i'm sure of it." she wouldn't cry in front of her, but she wanted to. "because when you're like this you don't care if you feel anything or not, you just want attention, someone to love you for a few seconds." she put her hand on daein's chest. "i can love you, but properly." proposed, her eyes filled with something that looked like illusion. "not like this, not like another one of your girls who fill the emptiness you feel." she let out a long sigh and receiving no response from daein, she left the room.

(!)

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[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #31

[Continuation of Poll #24]

"I'm home!"

Your captor's voice sounded unusually chipper after a long day at work. Taking a sip from your cup of tea, you barely hummed in acknowledgment, despite knowing that the peace and quiet you had enjoyed reading your book would be over now. Now, it was time for the usual song and dance, where they'd do their best to make you show them any kind of affection and attention while you simply tried to ignore them without pushing your luck.

The shuffling in the hallway went on for a while as they took off their coat, but instead of coming to see you right away, you heard their footsteps reach an abrupt stop—and you could guess why. You had left everything like it was before for them to find. The computer on standby, the lights in your captor's office out, and the door slightly ajar. It was only a question of who-staged-it-better, and whose suspicions would be confirmed in the end.

"Have you been to my office?" they asked, standing in the doorway to the living room. You barely looked up from your book despite already having lost the sentences you read last and just pretending to be busy.

"Hm? Oh, I saw you left the door open, but I thought you just forgot to lock it, so I left it that way."

Feeling their body move behind you, you tried your best to stay nonchalant and uninterested. However, the tension affected you, causing your pulse to rise and your body to cramp up. You took another sip of your cup, watching their expressionless face in the reflection of your drink. Your captor's weight leaned onto the backrest, shifting you slightly backward, but even so, you pretended not to care. Not even their hand brushing through your hair, playing with the ends, and rubbing them between their fingers made you falter.

"So you didn't go in?"

"Nope," you replied, popping the p deliberately. "What's for dinner?"

"Weren't you curious at all?"

"Should I? I thought it was an office. The last thing I want to waste time on is papers and documents. How about we order some of those fried vegetables we had last week? I am craving the garlic dip they came with."

"If I go up to the computer, I won't find any signs of you tampering with it?"

Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly, trying to sound annoyed and disappointed in your captor that he'd keep accusing you. The truth was, you needed a few extra seconds to think carefully about what you were about to say. Because you had gone there. You unlocked the computer, even though you decided not to continue using it at the last second, and locked it again immediately.

Technically, there should be no evidence that you were on it. Unless your captor burst out his detective set to find your fingerprints, they wouldn't know you touched the PC. You only barely listened when they told you about their job. Still, you knew they didn't work in a tech-savvy field. You doubted they had much experience with which they could detect you logging in and out of their computer very quickly.

Still, telling the truth before they found out what you did could grant you some mercy... or it would result in punishment regardless of whether they found out or not. But not telling them, only to fall for the trap, seemed just as dangerous. You contemplated, seconds passing by. There was not much you could do other than decide right there and then.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[nottivagos]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT on these two possible ideas:

1) all part of nerd!reader's plot to absolutely tease / overstim jock!carlos. i...uh.. haven't full thought out this one but imagine her planning it. she knows his schedule and so she decides to put on a show, just to see how he reacts. but she didn't realize how much she would enjoy it and she ends up forgetting about carlos. so when he walks in, imagine his reaction seeing her be a mess, thinking about him. Definitely an ego boost.

2) nerd!reader is fantasizing about carlos after she gets jealous. how it all happen was that carlos invited her to a party to, you know, let loose. it's not always just studying. she declines. but as time goes on, she feels like going. not because of carlos, just to live a little. but when she arrives, everyone is absolutely wasted. guys hitting on her, people trying to dance with her. then, she sees carlos with a gorgeous girl, and the girl is super close to him, obviously flirting and carlos is just soaking up the fun and attention, enjoying the party. so, nerd!reader goes back to her dorm and is frustrated, jealous... and ends up thinking about how much she wants his attention, which ends up with her touching herself. carlos, however, noticed when she arrived and left the party so he went after her. but when he sees her moaning his name and so lost in pleasure, he just stands there, with a smirk and his hand stroking himself.

- yapping bun anon 🐇

Welcome to Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Saturday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty

an: BUN ANON STRIKES AGAIN!!! i picked the second one because, ah, it is perfection. jock!carlos, oh the man you are. it was also an excuse to listen to artemas for a while so i'm happy both ways :)

You shouldn’t have gone to that party.

Carlos had practically made you go. Apparently you were being too stuck-up and needed to ‘let go’. His claims were utter bullshit, you thought. You didn’t need to ‘let go’ like he practically did every night.

So, at first you stubbornly refused like you usually did. You had to study, which was commonly your excuse for everything Carlos tried to initiate, to which he replied with an annoyed sigh and an angry mutter, followed by him rubbing a hand over his face and leaving the dorm out of irritation.

A long period of silence followed. Carlos started going out more often with his douchebag friends to train or socialise, which you didn’t care less for though. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted just so he didn’t distract you from your studies.

But there was always that nagging voice playing in the back of your mind. The urge to go, not for Carlos, but for yourself. This opportunity was like gold dust to a student like yourself, something very rare to be offered by a jock themselves, and the desire to ‘live a little’ hung heavy in your mind and physically.

A little dorm party wouldn’t hurt, surely?

Oh, how you were wrong. For a start, everyone was already nearly blackout drunk. The eyes of hungry jocks burnt into your skin as you rubbed your bare upper arm nervously. You’d never ‘dressed up’ like this before, so the eyes made you gulp anxiously as you tried to merge into the background. Sweat clung to the humid atmosphere as pounding bass blared through your ears as you tried to navigate the crowds.

It didn’t help that you wanted to find Carlos. Despite coming to the party on your own accord, there was a lowly lit flame of yearning burning in your stomach. You wanted Carlos, even if it was one little drunken moment with him.

Barging through the dancing crowds, whilst fuelled with adrenaline to find Carlos was what drove you through the party. You had to fight grabbing hands trying to get you to dance along, but however, the few sips of some strongly made cocktail you snuck on the way through was just adding to your surge of confidence.

That all shattered when you saw him with her. He was casually resting his arm against the wall as she giggled, brushing her palm playfully against his chest. She was gorgeous than you, in many more ways, as she moved to press herself against Carlos’s front, a mischievous glint glowing in her eyes.

 Her words fanned against his lips in ways you didn’t want to, the slurred murmurs made your body tense with jealousy, her nose now dangerously grazing Carlos’s as he just revelled in the drunken attention, smirking at her comments made you want to explode in fury.

The anger and bitter jealousy overwhelmed your senses as you stormed out of the party and made your way back to your shared dorm with Carlos. You couldn’t believe it. So much for literally having the audacity to ask you to come to the party just to have another woman flirt with him instead.

The desire for Carlos’s attention was overpowering as your body burnt in a fury of irritation. You’d gone out of your way to try and make an effort for Carlos to see, for that confidence to crumble and dissipate when his lips even dared to touch that bitch’s glossy, plump ones.

An agitated slam of your door was followed by you storming over to your bed, before you slumped into it, allowing the springs of your mattress to elevate you back slightly. Stirring in your anger at your situation, the desire to have Carlos’s all to yourself caused a pool of fire to begin to burn furiously in your belly.

Your hands absentmindedly followed, fingertips grazing the soft flesh underneath your shirt ever so subtly. The unmonitored movements and motions burnt your skin, the overwhelming thought of Carlos’s fingers actually being the ones trailing down your smooth stomach instead of your own to your clothed cunt made your body dangerously hungry for more.

The touches were becoming more torturous as your fantasies mixed with the growing pleasure coiling inside of you ever so tighter and intenser. They travelled down lower, coming to toy with the hem of your skirt, pushing it up your thighs, before ghosting over the wet spot on your clothed pussy. 

Gasping at the sensation, your fingertips trailed back upwards to the top of your panties, hooking at the elastic before you wiggled them down your bare legs to your ankles awkwardly. They then gradually made their way back up to your now bare pussy sensually, feeling the initial wetness coating your desperate folds.

Imagining Carlos’s fingers spreading your wetness across your yearning folds was intoxicating as you did it. Biting your lip, you teased your fingertips at the opening of your hole, feeling it hungrily try to grab at them as you pulled out.

“Carlos,” your breathy voice called out as you dipped two fingers into your weeping pussy. The feeling was electric as you started to slowly pump them in and out of you, feeling your walls desperately try to suck you in as you did so. 

A pathetic whine followed as your cheeks burnt a hot crimson, biting your bottom lip hard as you began to imagine Carlos’s fingers stretching out your hole so easily, and the way his thick accent would drawl and purr as you moaned embarrassingly at the size difference and the way he murmured swift nothings into your ear ever so smoothly.

If anything, the thoughts made you even crazier for him. You were drunk on your fantasies as your fingers found a relentless rhythm, which made you allow your now more passionate moans to ring around your dorm. You wanted Carlos— no, you needed him to touch you. 

Fuck that bitch he was talking to at the party, you craved for him to be your own. The way his lips would feel on your skin, the way the bites would be so intoxicating, the way you’d rake your fingertips through his beautiful brown hair as you both made out so passionately, the way his cock would feel inside of you for the first time, to the way your name would fall from his lips like a prayer were enough to get you entranced in your vivid dreams.

“Carlos, please,” you begged pathetically as your eyes fully closed shut, thrusting your fingers deeper into your slick cunt. “Please, Carlos, fuck me,” your begged moans became increasingly louder as your breath had began to hitch, the coil inside the bottom of your belly tightening with every inch added as you fucked yourself.

Whilst you were too caught up in your own erotica, you didn’t even suspect Carlos’s looming presence in the room. In fact, you didn’t even know that he’d gone after you when he’d seen you at the party leaving in rage, guilty for hurting your feelings with the drunk little flirt session he was having with that girl.

What he wasn’t expecting to see was you panting his name ever so desperately loud as frantic fingers pounded into your tight cunt. His brown doe eyes darkened with lust as you were too engrossed in the overwhelming pleasure of your ongoing fantasy and the crazy feeling that your fingers felt inside of you as they curled to find the spot that made you squeal.

“Carlos, fuck— You feel so good—” you staggered a strangled moan as your toes started to curl when your fingers had finally found the spot that made you see stars. 

Carlos knew it was wrong to ogle at you pleasuring yourself at the thought of him but your moans and whines of his name were like a siren’s song to his ears, drawing him in to your lust. 

His cock was already painfully hard when his hands moved ever so fast to the zipper of his jeans. Carlos then pushed his jeans down to his ankles with desperation, his boxers following immediately afterwards as he let his erection spring free against his clothed torso. 

At this point, you were dripping onto the bed sheets below you, hips jerking slightly upwards to create more stimulation and friction. Your thumb found your clit, rubbing against the sensitive ball of nerves also, whilst your eyes squeezed shut. You could sense your inevitable climax, as your cheeks burnt all whilst your chest rose erratically with each breath and pant you took.

Carlos groaned lowly in response to the sight he was witnessing, as he started to spread the pre-cum leaking from his angry, red tip with his thumb. He smirked as you let out another few breathy gasps, before he began to pump his shaft almost immediately after.

Your fingers began to pound even more erratically as you felt your high coming. A pierced moan escaped your lips as you screamed, “Carlos!” as the high you desperately craved finally hit you like a wave.

Your body spasmed slightly with pleasure as your cunt clenched around your fingers, soaking them with your dripping essence rushed out of your pussy like a waterfall. The smirk on Carlos’s face grew as you rode out your high. He continued to stroke himself, half-lidded eyes glued to your flushed state as your eyes slowly fluttered open after you removed your wet fingers from your slick hole.

Mind hazy, you blinked up at the ceiling for a brief moment. Your chest heaved as you tried to gain some kind of composure, upon looking down your eyes widened at Carlos lurking in the walkway, just naturally jerking himself off.

“Carlos?!” you squeaked out in embarrassment. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you asked whilst frantically looking for the sheets to cover yourself up with.

“I think I should be the one asking you that question,” he gritted out, continuing to wank off himself as you stared at him with wide eyes. “Do you know how fucking worked up I am right now?” he asked, his words had a bite to them, “me estás matando aquí, cariño,” he muttered, shaking his head as his hardened cock twitched angrily.

“Carlos,” you began to explain, “I didn’t mean to I—”

“Shut up,” he hissed, pumping ever so furiously before he also rode out his release with a groan, the cum spilling from his penis that coated his fingers with ropes of white.

He then grabbed a tissue from the tissue box on the desk before cleaning his release off of his hand. After, he looked at you, who was looking embarrassed and bashful from what you’d done, before he walked over to your bed, crawling on top of you as you stayed underneath the covers.

“Who knew the nerd had a secret lust for me, huh?” He whispered ever so thickly against your lips, the words causing his hot breath to fan across them. “Next time you do this,” he mumbled, nose coming to graze against your own, “I’m going to be the one inside of you making you scream out my name. Got that?”

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[my-owl-baby]

Ghoul

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"So, your best friend since childhood doesn't know you're an exorcist?" Rin questioned. It was late at night, and you both stayed up talking about your life before you left here.

"Yea, my parents said not to say anything, and I listened," Rin hummed, taking a sip of his drink.

"So, he thinks you've been living a normal school girl life?" You nodded to his question. "Wow...are you going to tell him?" He questioned you again. You only shrugged at the answer. In reality, you really did, but at the same time, would he believe you.

Knowing that exorcists exist but also jujitsu, too. It can be confusing since they both exercise dark energy.

You knew that the kings of Hell were more powerful than level curses. You saw both curses and demons. They both see differently. You have to be able to see demons when you get attacked by one.

And for jujitsu, you only have a chance to if you're born with it. It was difficult to explain since things would be more complicated.

People burley know anything on jujitsu, but exorcists they know they exist.

"There will be a day where I have to," you mumble, Rin looked at you before he spoke up on the matter.

But before he even said a word, the door slammed opened revealing Shura. "Hey...late news, but we need to go," she sighed, dressed in her pj's.

"What? It's really late to even be out, " Rin said, looking at the window not seeing a person around.

"Oh, don't be a wuss, come on," she said, turning around, leaving us alone, you sigh rubbing your face with your hands.

"I'm too tired to even be out," you said, getting up on your feet before heading to the restroom.

You still wonder if Satoru would believe you. If not, then what can you do. You looked at yourself in the mirror, turning the cold water on to splash on your face to stay up a bit more.

"Ready?" You heard Rin call out.

"Yea, let's go"

※。.:*:・'°☆

The group of Jujutsu students stood in front of the cursed energy. It was all around the building.

"Damm, this energy feels a lot more different than others." Geto mumble, and the others agreed before Gojo interrupted him with a small chuckle.

"Remember, I'm the greatest...plus I'll cleansed it with no problem come on," he said, walking ahead his friends.

Everyone sigh "he's stubborn enough...it won't get him anywhere." Nanami sighed, Utahime stayed behind, watching as they all agreed before walking inside the building with Gojo.

It was cold when they entered. It felt like it was going to snow inside here any minute now.

"God it's fucking cold" Shoko said, hugging herself for warmth.

"I agree." Gojo mumbles, and he shakes his legs and arms before ignoring the fact he is cold and continues on walking.

"Why did Masamichi want us to do this?" Geto sighs, obviously tired and annoyed for being up most of the night just for this.

The building wasn't screaming cruse energy, only nightmares to be upahead. Something non-human was watching them, they noticed the energy right away.

"It feel heavy here," Haibara said, shivering at the thought of someone watching them from behind. They weren't deep inside the building.

It really did. It intimidated the powerful Gojo Satoru. He didn't bother to show it, though, making him think this thing might be powerful, then they have handled before.

"Hey! What is a kid like you doing here? " Shura startled the girl standing near the entrance.

"Uh...um I'm waiting for my friends," Utahime lied, you notice her lying but didn't mention it since Shura would've caught on.

"Get out of here, before I call the police." She sneer at the teenager. She strik and nodded, leaving without another word.

"What's up with kids doing this?" Rin commented. You only shrugged, not knowing the answer to his question.

"Come on, I got a report a demon was here," she pointed at the building. You and Rin looked at the building, seeing dark energy come off.

"Make sure no one gets into near contact with it." You both nodded as all three of you headed inside.

"Y/n take top floor, Rin...here your sword and take the second floor, I'll do the first," she ordered us. Once Rin had his sword, we headed our different ways.

You felt cold knowing not bring a sweater "so cold" you mumble, you decided to bite your thumb making blood come out.

Mushing it on a paper before saying words "grant me warmth, and protection I'm am one," you said as a yellow fire ball, larger than a baseball. Then appeared in front of you. Giving you time to catch hold of it.

"Heya buddy," you see the demon rub is eyes to look at you with a huge smile on its face.

"Tiii!" It told you only making your giggle as you continued your walk the hall way.

"Let's keep each other warm," you said, letting the demon bring its fire to show more light and warmth to you.

You continued to walk, not knowing what was ahead of you. "It must be a lower rank demon...so it shouldn't be hard to exercise it," you mumble.

You notice it presence right through the door. You heard the voices behind you, wondering why have Shura notice them if they were on the first floor or so.

"God, it's like a maze in here. This curse won't even show itself," you notice the familiar voice.

'Satoru' you recognized his curse energy, too. "Fuck.." You mumble, the demon who you held in your hands notice your panic.

"Stay close," you said before you hurried to write on the ground enough for a large demon to keep them busy.

You got done, hearing them closer with their footsteps. You had a knife near the plam of your hand cutting it.

"Listen to me, come to me at once, and provide me power," you mumble low to your voice, making sure they wouldn't hear you.

Soon, a ghoul was summoned, "keep them distracted." The demon soon listened. Running towards the group of Jujutsu students.

"I'm sorry" you mumble running towards the door where the demon waited.

"What's the noise?" Satoru questioned, notice a dark energy and growl coming upahead of them.

"Be ready!" Suguru yelled, commanding curse spirits to be around the group to protect them.

The ghoul soon showed itself walking in all fours. "What the hell is that?!" Nanami freak out as the smell of the ghoul stinks the hallway.

"It's not a curse energy," Shoko said as it came running towards them. Gojo used his infinity to make the demon stop not coming near him.

"It's not the one we're here for," Satoru said, seeing the demon spilt himself apart. "What the...RUN BACK?" he said, panicking as the rest of them started to run, but Geto and Satoru.

"I'm staying with you," Suguru said. He passed his best friend a smirk before summoning a cruse spirit to take the two demons back.

Mean while you were too busy talking to the demon who possessed a young girl. "What dose an exorcist want," she sneered, knowing it was the demon who was speaking to you.

"Come on, chill out a bit," you chuckled, the fire demon stayed on your shoulder keeping the light around you.

"I just want to know why you took possession on this poor girl," you pointed at them. It only grew anger by your stupid question.

"I'm here to rule!" The demonic voice said, running towards you.

You dodged without problem, with a cloth on your hand attempting to hold the blood coming out shut.

"Is that so?" You looked down at it with a small smile on your face. "Let's make a deal?" It confused the demon.

"Don't lie to me, you exorcists! I don't fall for tricks. " You put your hands up, defending yourself.

"I don't lie, I only tell the truth," you pulled your hand out. "Let's rule together." You sounded more convincing to the demon.

It hesitated but gave in either way, It brought his hands close to you. But only to fall for the simplest trap, grabbing it's wrist pulling it down to the ground under your weight, and hold it down.

"You lying bitch, i'm gonna kill you once I get my hands on you!!!" The demon yelled, trying to escape your grip while digging it's nails into you.

"Yea yea," you rolled your eyes, noticing Rin coming into the room running.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded as you began to rehearse phrases from the Bible.

Seeing the demon scream and dig into your wrist more deeper, of course you felt the pain but ignoring the sharp pain.

Soon the demon left the girl body "I did it!" You chuckle from the resting girl below you.

"I'll cleansed her, but find anything else on your end?" You asked Rin, he nodded with a thumbs up.

"No one, on my floor, what about you?" He asked. You pour holy water on the girl, writing a small symbol to keep her from getting posses again.

"Yea, Satoru and his friends were here" you said, picking the girl up she fell on unconscious after the exercise.

"What? Where are they now? Did they see you?!" Rin freaked out, you sigh, shaking your head.

"No, I summon a lower level ghoul" he freaked out once more, looking left and right for them.

"Shura probably saved them or someone still fighting it" you said getting ready to get rid of the circle.

"It should be gone now" you said, looking at Rin who wonder how you were so calm about this.

"We should get you recovered at least, your bloody up" he said walking over to you with a small smile, he took the girl from your arms to his.

"I got her" you only chuckle, as you couldn't argue with him.

"I need rest and proper healing," you said. You both walked back with the fire demon on your shoulder, providing light.

Mean while with the Jujutsu students, they ran out the building as the ghoul trying striking them with its spores or attacks.

"It's gone?" They looked around seeing where the ghoul have gone. "What was that, any ways?" Geto said, quite annoyed.

"Guys!" Utahime said, getting their attention, seeing their teacher Masamichi right behind her.

"I'm glad your okay" Utahime said, hugging Shoko and only Shoko.

"It only seems like you're glad Shoko okay," Geto said, rolling his eyes.

"I told Sir Masamichi that a woman and two people around our age, they went inside the building to defeat whatever was in there." She began to explain things.

"We fought a werid looking creature. It split into two," Haibara said, moving his hands around as an expression of what happened.

"It's not like other cruse energy, it bite through some of the spirits I summon" Suguru said, sighing knowing it was difficult to keep it away from them.

Gojo didn't want to admit that his infinity didn't want to work for a moment. He wonder why.

"Oh hey Yaga, i didn't know these were your students" the Kaisen turned meeting face to face with Shura pointing at the group of students.

Masamichi looked at the woman annoyed. "It's... you," He said. He wasn't surprised when he saw her.

"It's been awhile," she smirked, seeing some of the kids tired up.

"It has. Why are you here?" He asked her, pushing his glasses up to his face.

"Mmm, just for some business, we won't be here long," she shrugged. He knew she'll never tell him the truth about what she was really doing here.

"Sure," he simply said to her, not believing her.

"Don't bring your students here next time. They couldn't handle it." she waved it off, and he glared at her.

"For your information, my students can handle themselves," he sneer, she only shrugged, not caring.

"Doesn't look like it. They almost got beaten up by that ghoul," she said.

The group of teenagers listened in until Gojo decided to but in "what a ghoul? Those exist?!" He questioned, looking at the lady.

"Yup, but lucky for you, it was one of my kids who tamed it," she pointed at the building.

"Tame? Like control them?" Geto also asked, Shura who shrugged, not caring to answer.

Yaga, who sighs, decided to explain, "They aren't control only obey if the tamer has confidence not hate or insecurities in sight," he explained, the two listening.

"So it's different than what I do," Geto asked, Yaga only nodded, turning back to Shura, who was yawning.

"Anyways, can we cut this short? Get your students out of here, " she said, Yaga didn't argue and did exactly that.

Once they were gone, Shura called her the both of you, Rin holding the sleeping girl, while you were there tired out of your mind.

"Next time, Y/n, be more careful on what you summon...at least a ghoul hound would've done easy," you only chuckle at Shura small lecture gave her.

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Your tags on this post speak to me so much! I'm not a shipper but obviously I'm very interested in Jikook's dynamic which is why I'm here. And I'm so sick of coming across videos about Jikook that are embarrassingly slowed down accompanied with unnecessary commentary from the editor of the video. Like sweety, there's no reason to do that. Of all the ships in Bangtan, Jikook is genuinely the least one that ever needed "analyses" on all that nonsense because 99% of the things those two say or convey to each other are clear for anyone who uses their brain to see and really don't need any analyzing.

Just the other day on Instagram, I came across that cute video of JK watching Jimin cry on stage and you can just *see* how it's affecting him, so much so that at the end of Jimin's speech he decides to go to him and comfort him when it's obvious he initially planned to stay where he is. It's like his body reacted on its own.

But here's this delusional ass shipper putting commentary on the video like "nah I don't care my Jiminie needs me" the moment you see JK act on his emotions. Like I really don't know if that's just me but it annoys the shit out of me. And I just can't help but argue all the time with Jikookers about it and of course they call me an anti-Jikooker or Taekooker cosplaying as a Jikooker in response.

Yes, I can share your overall views about something and still call you delusional in how you talk about it. Thinking you're delusional doesn't mean I'm saying you're delusional about believing your ship being real, just in how you behave about those beliefs (don't know if I'm making sense here but I hope you get what I'm trying to say)

That moment is one of the most beautiful (and very underrated by Jikook shippers, might I add) moments between Jimin and Jungkook and it SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. Anybody with eyes and well-functioning brain would look at it and think "oh it really hurts him to see that one cry, oh there he goes to comfort him and tries to cheer him up" WITHOUT someone inserting thought bubbles on their heads in the video, God help me🤦🏾‍♀.

I'm sorry but it's giving Taekooker. The ships that need slow-mo, red arrows, thought bubbles, moments taken out of context and all that exaggerated analysis video jazz are the ones who have absolutely zero to show when the content is real and unedited. Jikook has never been one of those ships. Y'all need to get a grip.

Anyway, I absolutely love the clip you shared. I know the way Jungkook looks at Jimin is considered one of those cliché reasons many Jikookers have used to express why they believe in them. But it's my number one favourite thing about them idc. Jimin is so beautiful, inside and out - one of the most beautiful people to ever bless this world with their existence. But when you look at him through Jungkook's eyes, it's as if he becomes even more so.

I have the exact same problem with Jikookers but on TikTok. My God, that place is a nest of misinformation and delusion. And it’s so annoying because there’s just no need for it. There’s no need to slow down videos to “prove” something that isn’t there. No need to slow down videos to hear voices or things that don’t exist. And absolutely no need to claim that some random person in the background of a video was one of them just because they were wearing black or white and had a hat or a beanie. And it’s definitely not necessary to insist that Jimin was in Qatar with Jungkook.

I'm sorry but it's giving Taekooker. The ships that need slow-mo, red arrows, thought bubbles, moments taken out of context and all that exaggerated analysis video jazz are the ones who have absolutely zero to show when the content is real and unedited. Jikook has never been one of those ships.

I completely agree with you.

If that reason is cliché, then I’m the most cliché fan in the world LOL. Every time I see a clip of Jungkook looking at Jimin like that, I just imagine him thinking: Damn, he’s way too cute. aajajajajajajaj.

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Reader who wants to keep her period on the down low, not telling her teammates out of desperation. To appear normal instead of feeling like she was on the brink of death. She had done so well, going to bed an hour earlier. Hiding her craving for chocolate behind a simple excuse to bake. Claiming she was taking over the counter pain meds for a migraine and not cramps.

But unfortunately for her, Jason finds out from their shared bathroom. Confused when he comes across the discarded pad hidden in its wrapper. Trying to identify where the weird smell was coming from. 'Hey, can I ask you something?' He doesn't bother to knock before entering her bedroom. Realizing how fatigued she looks. Having heard pained whimpers before he entered.

‘Yea, what’s up Jay-jay?’ Trying to play it cool. Reader had yet to find a comfortable position to lie in. One that didn’t annoy the fuck out of her back but also didn’t make her worry about leaking through her pad. All but giving up at this point. Jason wasn’t completely clueless when it came to periods. He had spent some time around women. 'I saw a pad in the trash, and it was kinda stinking up the bathroom. It's the time of the month for you, isn't it?' There was a striking pallor regarding her appearance. 'I'm just glad you didn't use the word loins, but yes.' If anyone had to know, she didn't mind Jason knowing. Jason would at the very least not be mad that she insisted on being so independent.

'Why did you think I'd use the word loins?' Jason is more amused than shocked by Reader's snark. 'I don't know, the fact that you mostly read classic romance books. Surprised you haven't tried dressing like Fabio yet. Oh wait, that's just Discowing,' Jason knew he should've expected she’d have a long list of insults lined up for him. 'Okay, I get it. You're probably in a shit ton of pain, if not discomfort. So pretty please, let me help however I can.'

She held out a tiny stuffed animal. ‘It’s one of those that can be microwaved. Should take one minute in the nuker.’ Jason fails to hide his laugh but he does take it from her hand. Going down to the kitchen. Giving Roy and Artemis a look that said to mind their beeswax.

Reader had drifted into a half-asleep state. Eyes fully opening when she felt Jason place the warmed plush on her stomach. ‘Hey, sleepyhead. Hopefully that helps with the cramps. Need anything else?’

‘Can you keep me company?’ Came her request. One that Jason readily agreed to. ‘Yeah, I’ll stay. Get some rest,’ having them lean up so he could slide in behind them. Leaning against the headboard with Reader using him as a pillow. The heated plush now trapped between their bodies. Slipping a hand under her shirt to press circles along the muscles in her back. Humming a lullaby that his mom used to sing to him. Jason smiled when he heard her begin to snore.

‘You realize I do enjoy books outside of the romance genre?’ Jason questions her sleeping form. Not expecting a response as the question was rhetorical. Even his family had shoehorned him as the romance aficionado. The layout of the room hadn’t changed at all since he had last been in it. The bed is still flush to the side of the wall. A bookshelf next to it, right under the window. Doubly acting as a nightstand.

Cataloging her books, he picks up a random book. One of Neal Shusterman's—Bruiser. As time goes on, Jason begins to read some of the passages out loud. Glad that his experience staying perfectly still during stakeouts came in handy for something outside of vigilantism.

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Alright! I wanna talk about the new LU update (because it's so cool and I've got thoughts)

@scoutwolf feel free to elaborate and/or add to this mate.

This'll probably feel a bit disjointed, but i'll try to keep it coherent. any questions, please feel free to ask.

Sky: I can't be annoyed with Legend when he's a "" (bunny)

Also, Sky's face when Legend says Sky's going to fall asleep. Lol!

And I think Legend's just trying to joke around. He says "I'm just saying...", pouty like when one of my family members try to joke, but it came off as rude due to their ton and body language.

and then Hyrule just joking back at Legend when he says "see why you're not paired with anyone else?" because he knows that no one else really understands his type of fun teasing.

Wild answer Time by talking about Twilight, not himself which is probably more what Time was meaning to refer too.

shows that Wild's not happy with his own pairing.

Time still gets to the point of what Wild was trying to ask anyways. The good father.

I wonder why it shows the mirror when Time says the wisdom words...

Twilight really making sure to check-up on his pup <3

and then immediately makes the mood light by joking around

none of those heroes can stay serious, it's too depressing, must make a joke about everything. ha!

Wild trying to imitate the captain, XD. Poor captain...

Four and Wind ^w^

Last panel, Time says the black blood may reveal new found powers in the monsters. Oh no.

"and be safe" ... that's not ominous at aaaaallll......

Also! Fi's glowing!!!!!

Ahhhhhh no!!!!!!

Fi glows when she wants to talk

and... I'm pretty certain she glows when there's monsters around, like Sting.

Oh, yeah. Totk. Blep, forgot. That's not good....

This feels like the last laugh before the angst, yk yk?