#sorry for being emo yo

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almost kms last night and my dad might be losing his bill paying job in a month and i might have had a mental breakdown in math and i might already be failing math but my little brother gave me cheese crackers so its ok

[binniebakery]

(What's The) Hot Topic?

HotTopicWorker!Gyu x Fem!Reader, Strangers to Lovers(?), Suggestive! ♡ Summary: In search for a birthday gift for your friend, you stop by your local Hot Topic where you stick out like a sore thumb. A certain employee sees a pretty girl in need of his assistance, so who is Beomgyu to say no? (In which emo gyu takes a liking to the girl dressed in delicate ribbons and bows.) ♡ Warnings: Things move a little fast here, makeout with a stranger, cursing, reader gets called fem nicknames, etcccc not proofread! ♡ A/N: ty for the request! I got so motivated to write this I hopped on my pc so quick LMAO (this user loves oreo beomgyu with a passion n will do anything to write for him) so more coquette x txt !!!! lmk if u guys want me to do other members too! Hope u enjoy~

The mall was quieter than usual today. A perfect time for you to show up in your cute heeled boots and winter coat, perfectly lined with white fur and ribbons. The sound of your shoes clicking mixing in with the atmosphere of the mall. You found your way to the store you were looking for. As you stood in front you stared at your phone with furrowed eyebrows. How were you supposed to find Yeonjun’s gift again? You walked in with eyes glued to your text messages. Nirvana, yes. You wanted a Nirvana shirt for your good friend Yeonjun’s birthday. Easy right? Or maybe he wouldn’t like that? It was hard to figure out what he had and what he didn’t have in his collection. You bit your lip as you looked at the t-shirt section in the back of the dark store. You could practically feel the stare of another shopper which made your uneasiness grow. Though you couldn’t blame them, you sort of stood out like a sore thumb. Pretty pearled headband with light ribbons tied, and a purse in the same color to match. Your whole outfit screamed sweet pastels and spring while you stood next to the bloody horror movie merchandise. You sighed in relief as you saw the previously mentioned customer get helped by an employee. Yet to your luck, you were left standing waiting like a lost deer. Maybe you should’ve just ordered something online– “Hey there, has anyone helped you yet?”

You turn to see a taller figure standing by you, his black long hair chopped into a wolf cut with platinum blonde highlights to further highlight his pale skin. He was a guy your age for sure, and he had quite an eccentric appearance. Which made him even more attractive. “Hi! Um yes sorry, I do need help with something if you don’t mind? I’m looking for a gift for a friend. I don’t really have the same style so..” you trailed off, noticing how his eyes look over your figure, a tinge of pink blooming on his ears. “Sure thing. Just tell me what kind of stuff your friend likes and I can help you, pretty girl. Name’s Beomgyu.” he grinned. You felt your heart nearly stop as you choked out an “Ah! I’m y/n.. th- thanks..” and proceeded to show him Yeonjun’s list of favorite artists and demands for his birthday. “Hm. I think I have the perfect thing for him. Follow me please.” you watch him swiftly turn around as he walks deeper into the back of the store… into the employees-only room? You stood there dumbfounded, were you supposed to go in there too? Was this a normal thing for Hot Topic? You hardly came to the store but you swear the employees-only room should be for.. Well, employees only. “Don’t worry doll, you can come back here.” He chuckles as he watches your big eyes scan around nervously. You nod and walk in with him, the door closing behind you. The room was dim, a single light bulb being the only source of light for the two of you. It wasn't too large of a room, with an employee bathroom towards the end of it, a desk with a computer sitting in the corner, and tons of shelves filled with extra merchandise waiting to be set up. Beomgyu hummed as he dug through the boxes with various artists’ names labeled on them. The room was quiet and the atmosphere felt thick. You played with the ribbons on your soft coat as you waited for him to find what he was looking for. “I have a question for you. You ever visit this store?” Beomgyu asked as he dug further, you tilted your head at the question. Was he trying to say something..? “Yes.. but I’m not really a common customer..” You nervously laugh and Beomgyu stands up with a set of items in his hands. “Mhm, I figured. No offense, but you really stick out in here. That dumbass was staring at you like you were a zoo animal.” He laughed. “Though I mean that with no offense- I wouldn’t blame him. You’re a pretty girl y’know?” He smiled as he handed you the merch in his hands. Your face flushed at the compliment. “Ah, thank you. You’re really kind.” You smile. Neither of you move. You’re looking at the floor, you really want to say something more. Ask him for his number, tell him he’s attractive as hell, or that you want to just stay in here a little longer. Alone with him. Suddenly, you feel a hand stroke a strand of your hair. You look up to see Beomgyu admiring your soft locks with gentle eyes. “Such a pretty girl.. You have a boyfriend?” He tilts his head, lips forming a smirk with tongue in cheek. You could almost pass out. Your eyes were locked on Beomgyu’s expression, his face scanning yours as he waited for your response. You could tell he was taking his time analyzing your features. You felt yourself shudder under his intense stare, you shook your head. “No actually.. I don’t..” Beomgyu’s smile widened. “Really? An angel like you? Surely I’m not your type though, someone like me with a angel like you?” “Well..” You looked away, staring at Yeonjun’s present that was still in your hands. He did have a point. You were just a sweet little thing, dressed in bows and frills, while Beomgyu wore ripped jeans and dark shirts with multiple band pins, all while sporting multiple bandaids from his skating endeavors. “I could say the same about you…Beomgyu.” His name sounded like candy coming from your glossy pink lips. He just had to hear you say it more. Beomgyu decides he’s had enough and closes the gap between you, pulling you in for a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, leaving you craving for more. His hands snake their way around your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer. You find yourself tilting your head, deepening the kiss and he groans at the feeling of you pressing yourself against him. “Wanna hear you say my name..” he mumbles against your lips and your mind is growing fuzzy. “B- Beomgyu..” you whisper and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth the second you say his name. You spend minutes like this, his hands roaming your warm and soft coat, your fingers tracing the choker on his neck. Yeonjun’s gifts long forgotten on the ground. When you both finally separate for air, Beomgyu presses his forehead against yours, admiring the way your eyes have darkened, pretty lashes glistening in the dim room’s light. “I get off in an hour babydoll. You want my number?” You find yourself nodding profusely and he smirks. “I’ll see you when I get off then.” “Promise?” You tilt your head cutely, voice soft and sweet like cotton candy, and he feels himself drawn more to you by the second. You separate from each other's arms and he helps you pick up your items. After all, you still had to head to check out. “I prom-” The door swings open as Beomgyu’s coworker walks in. “Beomgyu! What are you doing? There’s like two customers out there and- oh what-” The slightly taller male who’s nametag read Soobin tilts his head in confusion. His brows knit together as he sees your slightly disheveled hair and Beomgyu’s face smeared in your pink lipgloss. “Oh my- get the fuck out of here! Jesus man, it makes sense for Taehyun to pull something like this but you?” he groans as Beomgyu’s shit-eating grin moves him to the side, walking out with your wrist in his hand, guiding you to the counter to pay.

[slutforth]

2009!BILL KAULITZ X FEM!READER

req: I was wondering if maybe you could write a headcanon or a fic abt Bill (2009 or 2008) dating fem!reader , who is a rapper and who has a total different clothing style (like super girly, etc)

cw: Heated makeout session, but nothing actually happens. Revealing clothing I guess?!?

a/n: Tysm for the request, I had lots of fun with this 😈 sorry it's short :P

"Thank you all, and goodnight!"

You yelled into the microphone, inflicting thousands of screams from all your fans that came to see you. Seeing all their happy faced made you so grateful that you had made it this far with your rapping career.

You ran off stage, your little white miniskirt doing the bare minimum to actually cover anything, but you didn't mind. You loved the attention, especially from your boyfriend. Bill.

People always found your relationship weird because of the stark contrast between your styles and how you dressed.

Bill stuck to a more edgy or "emo" style, with his dark eye makeup that you absolutely adored and his black and white dreads that sat perfectly on his shoulders. As well as the heavy and big pieces of jewellery that he decorated almost every outfit with.

Whereas you had a more girly style, always having your hair down or in some type of cutesy updo. You always made sure to incorporate pink into your outfit somehow, whether that was the whole outfit itself being pink or just a cute ribbon in your hair.

And not to mention that most of your outfits were quite revealing, especially the ones you wore on stage. Miniskirts and tight little shorts that left little to the imagination made it torturous for Bill to watch you from the wings.

Which is why, as soon as you were off stage, he grabbed your hand and dragged you to your dressing room. You just giggled, knowing that there was a raging problem under those baggy camo pants.

"Bill, as much as I'd love to... yknow.. help you out, I'm on again soon." You explained, knowing that he probably wouldn't let up and just try yo fuck you anyways.

"Don't care.." He growled, a firm grip still on your wrist. It was turning you on, seeing him all dominant and sexually frustrated.

You obediently followed, a silent gasp leaving your lips as he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on the curve of your hips and your plush thighs.

He cupped your face, smashing his lips onto yours to release all the pent-up frustration he had from watching you on stage in your pink little crop top and white mini skirt. He thought he was going to burst.

You let out a little moan into his mouth, feeling his hands slowly start to guide your hips back and forth against his lap. The friction from his pants onto your safety shorts felt way too good.

"Mm... Bill.." You breathed between kisses, his hand never leaving your hips to make sure the pleasure remained between your two bodies. He needed release, and he needed it now, but making out was one of his favourite things.

He slid his tongue into your mouth, gently probing and exploring as you kissed him back. The seam of his pants felt amazing against you, only making you grind down harder onto his lap.

The reaction you managed to get out of him caused you to smile into the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening as his lips stuttered against yours. You caught him off guard.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to break the kiss from air, but as soon as you did, Bill latched onto your neck, one of his hands travelling up and massaging your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

"Bill.." You breathed out as you glanced at the time, knowing you'd have to go on soon, so you wanted to stop whatever this was before you went back on stage.

"Shut up for a sec, hm?" He grumbled, clearly not happy that your attention wasn't fully on him. Instead, it was on your performance. Which was understandable, but it still annoyed him.

"Just keep moving those pretty hips." So you did, grinding slowly as you kept adding more pressure between you, only increasing the pleasure more and more.

You guys kept making out until you heard and abrupt knock at the door of your dressing room, followed by your manager yelling. "On in 5!" You pulled away and looked down at Bill with a smirk, knowing you were right after all the times you told him you needed to be on soon.

"Fuck." He rolled his eyes.

[chocsra]

"Gentleman, you say?"

15! Chuuya x reader

Reader is implied to be fem!, could still be gn!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Contents: your mafioso roomate being annoying, fifteen era, mafia! reader, pre-relationship, idiots in love, teen romance, fluff, ooc? chuuya (idk)

Sorry for grammar! Not proofread!

Working in the Port Mafia wasn't so hard.

You were granted a new family, money and status. There were a select few members who were noteably young, as young as teenagers. This was mainly because of the gifted, limiting manpower into making criminal organizations choose children as their subordinates.

You didn't really mind it--being a kid in the mafia. It had it's ups and downs, yes, you did murder; but what would you have been really doing if you tried to live as a civilian as a gifted?

One thing you didn't like though--even hated, was the Port Mafia dormitory.

Constant parties, the overwhelming scent of alcohol and cigarettes in hallways, and don't start on the drama. Your only source of peace was the empty unit next to yours--at least that gave some sort of silence in the dreadful nights of Yokohama. Cramped in the tight apartment that secretly held mafioso teenagers, ones which the other residents thought of as school delinquents.

Until that asshole took it; the short ginger boy with a permanent scowl on his face, the boy who had the best style you had ever seen. And you hated it. Ever since you were fifteen, he and his smelly bandaged friend would storm into his apartment; have the loudest arguments--no, fights in the middle of the night.

Before, if you couldn't sleep, a nice cup of hot milk and basking in the night's breeze would do the trick. Now, there was a 50/50 chance he was there smoking on the balcony next to you, alone or with that annoying mummy boy.

It's been a few months since then, and you were sure that he hasn't even recognized you once as his neighbour; and it pissed you off, considering the amount of sleepless nights he caused you. It was safe to say you had one-sided-beef with the boy who used screaming as his fight or flight response.

And because finding someone absolutely insufferable meant asking numerous people about them, you asked a few of your subordinates who were into drama about said boy, eager to learn more information about him. Because he pissed you off, is why.

"Oh, you mean Chuuya? He like, used to be the King of the Sheep before he joined the mafia, I'm pretty sure." Your friend chided, you and a few other girls were standing in front the doorframe of Kouyou's office, all surrounded in a circle. "Really? That's wild." You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. "Yeah, and the guy who recruited him is that emo guy; he's supposed to be Bosses successor, right?" She asks, twirling a strand of her hair. "His name is Dazai, and yeah. They're called 'Double Black' or something." Your other friend joined in.

Just as you were talking, a tall woman with ginger hair and pale skin stepped out of her office; her elegent hands clasped together under her pink kimono.

"What are you girls talking about?" The woman questioned, her hair tightly held up by long gold pins. "[Y/N] was just asking about Chuuya, sis." Your friend replied, you scoffed in response. "I was just asking because he's an annoying neighbour!" The other girls laughed. "Oh, Chuuya, I was recently requested to take him under my wing." Kouyou responded, revealing more information. "Actually? What do you think of him?" One of the quieter girls asked enthusiastically, the woman only chuckled in response.

"He's quite the gentleman, I'll say."

Kouyou's words only echoed in your ears as you lay in bed, a pillow ontop of your chest. "Gentleman.." You repeat, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "Gentleman my ass!" You kick the wall next to your bed to no avail, tightly wrapping your arms around the pillow. "If he was, he would've seen how tired my eyes are from not sleeping.. and finally shut the fuck up.." You mutter with heavy eyelids. It was around 2 am. And it was one of those quiet nights, thankfully; but you still had trouble falling asleep.

As you were about to finally drift off to sleep, cradling your pillow in your arms; a loud strum of a guitar sprung you awake. It sounded like a electric guitar, and the person playing it had a shit ton of energy. A sultry voice sang melodically as loud waves of music crashed from his guitar. You had an idea of who it was.

Storming out of your cramped apartment, only in a thin t-shirt along with loose shorts, you scrammed over to Chuuya's apartment door angerly. "I swear to God.." You curse under your breath, the damn guitar still audible. Closing your fist, you firmly knock on the boy's door.

Knock, knock

The fast-paced strum of a rock song quickly stopped, light footsteps could be heard behind the steel shaft, before he finally unlocks it.

"Yeah?" The boy cracks the door open, he had his short ginger hair down; and he wasn't wearing the black fedora and choker like he usually did. A red and white electric base guitar slung lightly over his shoulder and stomach, the cord connected to the bottom, leading to what you assumed was his bedroom. Chuuya was wearing loose black sweatpants along with an oversized white t-shirt. Even though the boy was small and lean, you couldn't help but notice the exposed muscles on his forearms. 'Shit.' You cursed at yourself, before meeting his stormy blue eyes once more.

"You're so damn loud all the time, can't you play that at another time of day?" You huffed, crossing your arms. "There are people trying to sleep." It wasn't the safest option to yell at a criminal who had possible connections you had no idea of, but you were also a criminal, and would definitely kick his ass if he tried anything, right?

Chuuya looked at you with a slight frown, but you were right in the end, so he sighed and ran his lithe fingers through his ginger locks. "My bad." He mutters, feeling a bit embarrassed. "That's all you can say?" You murmur, you felt a little bad, but he was the waking cause of your terrible eyebags. "You could be a little more quiet next time." You add on, looking off to the side.

"Yeah, I know. My fault." The redhead said, apologizing begrudgingly. You only sighed and assured it's okay now before you soon left. Knowingly storming off into your apartment as the boy watched you with guilt yet irritation on his face.

Although the next morning, you rubbed your eyes and opened the door to take out the trash. Only noticing a small box infront of your doorstep with a yellow sticky note on it, you crouched down to properly read it.

'Sorry we had to meet that way, neigbour. Take this as a peace offering.

- Chuuya N.'

As you opened the box curiously, it was homemade packaged bento, along with a small corgi made out of rice on the side. The stupidity of it made you laugh a little. Even though his handwriting made you question if he knew how to write at all before this; a smile still crept on your face as you took the box and note inside.

"Quite the gentleman, huh?"

[koqabear]

Hiii congrats on 2k sol obsessed with everything you write!!!!💓 Could I request revisiting emo boy? Like what their relationship is like after and dates and how sex is like? Maybe beomgyu’s band really blows up and he’s quite busy, how does oc respond to this? And with smut? Tysm!!💝

playlist // beomgyu's encore outfit hehe // cont. of hey emo boy!

 “The day of your one-year anniversary with Beomgyu was expected to be spent away from each other— but not if either of you can help it, far too in love to let anything get in the way of you two.”

bassist!beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 6.6K (everyone stfu rn) // genre: band au, opposites attract trope, established relationship, smut, tooth rotting fluff tbh, MDNI.

warnings: they are in love and it’s fucking GROSS!! barely edited, the two have hella piercings hehe (bg: snake bites, tongue, eyebrow // mc: smiley & nipple piercings) pet names (sweet thing, pretty, etc.) use of the L word bc they are literally obsessed w/ each other.

smut warnings: hard dom! gyu, sub!mc, needy sex sorry 😖, marking, manhandling, dry humping, biting, breast play, possessiveness, unprotected sex, bg picks the mc up, scratching, dacryphilia, dumbification, a lot of kissing lol, degrading, slight praise, fingering, creampie, cum eating…? lmk if i should add anything !

Notes: happy (late) birthday to the fic that’s probably my peak… this story single handedly changed the course of my blog me thinks. thank you to everyone who was just as affected by emo gyu as i was. 

Being in a committed relationship with Choi Beomgyu, bassist of Tomorrow x Together and an absolute unattainable heartthrob, was not very easy. 

It was at first; with their blossoming career, it was more about the music than their looks. Fans were loyal simply because they liked their sound, their message, the way their concerts were filled with such energy and passion it left their hearts beating with adrenaline after— but of course, it’s hard to not notice the absolute eye candy on stage; low-lidded gazes, dark stage lights that barely highlighted their stunning features, and clothing that was just as alluring and flattering as the rest of them; inevitably, their popularity sky-rocketed, for better and for worse. 

Beomgyu was left with more money than he knew what to do with. Most of the time, it was used to spoil you, his pretty girlfriend he brought with him everywhere because he was just too obsessed with you— it made his band members wonder if he simply had attachment issues by how much his world revolved around you. But no, you were just as bad as him; present during rehearsals, always in the studio to cheer them on or give them a second opinion on a new song; it wasn’t long before you ended up befriending the rest of them as well, a tight bond forming simply because of all the things you went through together. 

As unfortunate as it was, they weren’t the only ones forced to bear with negative and hateful encounters from the public; while they had their experiences of being mistreated early in their career, you had to deal with immature or creepy fans that had taken a liking to harass you— inboxes on all social media platforms flooded constantly, your number even leaked once as you were forced to buy a new phone all together from how badly you were being spammed— Beomgyu had been quick to lash out and tell them to leave you alone if they didn’t want a lawsuit on their hands. 

Overtime, they adjusted to their popularity. Schedules slowly became filled to the brim, their dream now a reality as they spent months on tour— and while you were more than happy and proud of them and their flourishing career, it’d be a lie to say it was all one happy and perfect life. 

You hadn’t seen Beomgyu in ages— decades, centuries, eons— in other words, two weeks. 

The band had more interviews and performances than you could keep up with; if they weren’t on some random talk show, they were at a photoshoot, getting interviewed for the next issue of a magazine you’d undoubtedly have on your coffee table the day it came out. Promotions, nights at the studio, it all added up— and before you knew it, your one year anniversary began to creep up, and all hopes to celebrate it properly dwindled down in your heart— but, having him here with you today was enough. 

You didn’t blame Beomgyu; you weren’t angry or upset, because it was simply something neither of you could control. And though it did suck knowing you wouldn’t be able to spend such a meaningful day together, it felt a little better to know that you weren’t the only one hung up on it. 

On the contrary— you think Beomgyu might be handling this worse than you. 

“Baby, baby please,” he cries, refusing to let go of you and cuddling closer to you instead, a mess of tangled limbs and blankets as he cups your face fondly, “pleaaase I know you said I shouldn’t feel bad but please come on tour with us this week, I think I’ll seriously die if you’re not here this time.”

“Gyu, baby, I really shouldn’t—” you say quietly, only to get cut off by his excessive whining and teary eyes. His bottom lip is jutted out in a ridiculous pout, squeezing your cheeks and holding back a smile at the way your lips puff out as a result; you attempt to push him off you, only for him to retaliate by rolling entirely on top of you, a loud squeal escaping you at the feeling of his weight pressing you into the mattress, his stupid face hovering over yours as he continues to plead you quietly. 

“Pleaaseee?” he whines, pressing his flat palms against your cheeks and getting your lips to puff out again; he ignores your half-hearted protests for him to get the fuck off, choosing to punctuate his every word with a kiss instead, his piercings a sharp contrast to his plump lips that crash against you with every word. 

“Please?” kiss. “Won’t you,” kiss. “come with us?” another kiss. 

“Please. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—” 

He’s practically suffocating you at this point, refusing to pull away and mumbling the words against your lips, laughs breaking between the two of you as you yell at him to get off, that you can barely breathe with him on top of you; you’re pushing at his shoulders weakly as he continues to tease you, your unabashed laugh contagious as he quickly finds himself smiling as well— he only pulls away once he hears you yell a loud fuck, okay! Hovering over you with bright eyes and a wide grin. 

His arms snake around your waist before he’s rolling over, successfully switching so that you’re the one on top of him— he ignores the loud and exaggerated sigh of relief you let out. 

“It won’t make much of a difference though,” you say quietly, hiding in the crook of his neck as you confess your doubts, “You’ll be too busy and exhausted the whole day, I really don’t want me to be added to your list of concerns.”

You went on tour with him, once— but you learned it was better off to not be anywhere backstage with him during those times, the boy too concerned and constantly doting on you to remain focused; any mistakes he made hitting much harder, a subconscious pressure to be perfect and give his all only trifolded by your presence.

“What? No,” he says immediately, sitting back on his elbows and causing you to look up at him in response; his brows are furrowed and he seems a bit baffled by your comment, shaking his head adamantly to emphasize his point, “I like having you there. I know you like being there, I want you there— I wouldn’t be asking you to come with me if I thought you were a burden.”

He managed to pull out the exact words you were trying to skirt around— your face heats up at his reassurance, much too intimidated by the intensity of his gaze as you bury your face into his chest instead; his chest bounces from the laugh he lets out, flopping onto his back once more and hugging you close, bodies pressed flush against each other and one of his legs thrown around your waist in a childish attempt to pull you even closer. 

“Plus, don’t you wanna visit Europe with me?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he feels you nod shyly; he knows just how much you enjoy the travel aspect to his career, constantly asking for pictures or to facetime while he’s gone, “I wanna show you all my favorite spots this time, and not through some glitchy facetime— I wanna spend time with you, sweet thing.”

“Ugh, shut up,” you groan, hitting his chest weakly as he simply laughs at you softly, “you’re so corny.”

“You love it,” he coos, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back, biting back a smile at the way he can feel your breath even out— you remain silent. Partly because you’re falling asleep from his touch, and partly because he’s right.��

⤬⤬⤬ 

Europe is breathtaking— you’ve never been so grateful for Beomgyu’s stubborn, persistent mind. 

The tour has gone as perfect as always, spending a few days at their shows before you simply resigned to stay at the hotel instead; after seeing that Beomgyu was so distracted trying to look for you during a show that he missed his cue (and played the notes wrong to another song) you found it better to wait for him and see him after instead— ready to help him wind down and relax after another energetic, adrenaline-inducing show. 

Most nights consisted of you practically carrying him to the bathtub; cooing soft reassurance as he whined about how tired and sore he felt, shampooing his hair, massaging his scalp and tense shoulders— most of the time, he’d fall asleep then and there, and it’d be another hassle to wake him up and get him out. You’d lure him out of the tub and wait for him to change into your matching pajamas— hello kitty ones, his idea, not yours—  and greet him in the bed with a warm embrace and lips that peppered kisses all over his face.

It was during these moments you found humor in the contrast of his stage persona to his true self; from his usual attire, chokers and ripped clothes, wardrobe consisting of black and multiple piercings that decorated his ears and face, your thumb brushing over his newest eyebrow piercing fondly— versus the man that slept soundly in your arms now, long hair tied back and cute pink barrettes clipping back his bangs, donned in hot pink fuzzy pajamas— and you’re sure that if his band members saw him like this, they’d never stop teasing him. 

You didn’t have to wait long to confirm that thought; Beomgyu didn’t bother changing as he met up with the others in Yeonjun’s room for breakfast the next morning, tugging you along and remaining unfazed at the way his band members burst out laughing the moment he entered the room— you felt a bit bad at the way you found yourself laughing as well, even more so because you’re the only reason he’s found himself dressed like this. (But again, he was the one who bought these clothes in the first place.)

“Happy anniversary, you two,” Yeonjun muses, smiling at the way you’re the only one who seems to process that, chirping out a cheery thank you! as you proceed to drag Beomgyu to the couch, “I feel bad that we have a concert today, ___. As vomit-inducing as it is seeing you two, you do deserve to spend the day together.”

“It’s okay,” you immediately say, brushing his teasing comment off and holding back a smile at the way Beomgyu is still struggling to gain consciousness, more tired than you thought as he simply stares at his waffles for a moment before finally digging in, “at least he’s spending the day doing something he loves.”

“Gross,” Hueningkai says, scrunching his nose playfully before laughing at the glare you send him, “you two are so mushy, it’s painful.”

The rest of the day leading up to the concert is spent peacefully; once Beomgyu has gained enough coherence to fight back against the member’s jabs, he’s pulling you away to show you new sights and stores he discovered from his previous visits, spoiling you beyond belief and buying anything you look at for a second too long; you end up with more bags than you know what to do with, and Beomgyu refuses to let you carry a single one as he proceeds to take you one of his go-to restaurants, as he told you; saying he’s been wanting to bring you here since the moment he found it, smiling brightly when he sees you enjoying the food as much as he did.

To say he’s reluctant to leave you to go to the concert venue is an understatement; you think he might start crying at any given moment as he stares at you with shining eyes, unable to let go of your hand as he stands by the door of the hotel room— not quite ready to leave yet, but knowing that he must eventually as he chooses to bring you in for another slow, loving kiss instead. 

“Are you sure you’re not coming tonight?” he asks you, trying to hide the sadness in his voice and failing miserably.

“And make you fuck up your setlist? I don’t think so,” you try to joke, only to panic slightly at the way his eyes gloss over; your hand immediately jumps up to cup his face, laughing softly at his expression as he simply pouts at you ridiculously. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before you lean over to his ear, voice dropping to nothing but a whisper as you let your lips brush against his ear, “I’ll have a nice surprise for you tonight, so you better give your best show out there, okay?”

The low lilt of your voice is enough to have him perking up immediately; mouth parted slightly as he stares at you, unsure of what else to do but nod pathetically, knowing he won’t be able to control himself if he thinks about what you might have in store for too long. 

With one last chaste kiss, he’s leaving— and only because Soobin was pounding at the door, telling him they’d be late if he didn’t go out this instant— you think he might start crying as he gives you one last pouty glance, waving to you sadly before he slips out the door. 

You’re left alone, the room suddenly much lonelier and quieter than it was a few seconds ago— and you laugh, checking the time and running to your suitcase to get your makeup and outfit for tonight. 

A revealing shirt, a mini-skirt that’s a bit alarmingly short— you’re pulling out a sparkling, pink outfit like it’s nothing, throwing it all on and doing your makeup as you check the time absentmindedly; your phone lights up while you’re in the middle of doing so, and a notification reads that the staff are waiting for you outside to take you to the venue once you’re ready. 

Beomgyu loves performing knowing you’re in the audience more than anything; it’s something he’s made blatant to you, knowing that despite his mistakes, despite his small distractions, his energy always goes out the roof the moment he spots you there. So you knew how distraught Beomgyu would be to hear that you’re not going to the show tonight despite being able to, but the thought of surprising him is much more enticing than you’d like to admit. 

With one last check of your appearance in the mirror, you grab a jacket before you go; Beomgyu’s favorite oversized zip-up, the clothing item a stark contrast to the rest of your feminine and bright attire— and you smile, adjusting the purse on your shoulder before you’re off to the hotel lobby, where the staff are waiting and ready to escort you safely. 

The venue is almost full by the time you get there; you’re escorted straight to your barricade seats front and center, smiling shyly and waving at fans that seem to recognize you; your face feels hot and you walk faster at the way they get excited at the sight of you, not used to the fame that comes with being Beomgyu’s girlfriend— hell, you really don’t know how Beomgyu does it. 

You’re more than relieved once the concert begins, any attention that still lingered on you immediately getting stolen by the boys that appeared on stage; you winced slightly at the loud screams all around you, unable to help the way you eventually joined in— morphing into another fan in the crowd, the venue much too dark for any of the boys to recognize you just yet. 

They looked stunning in their concert outfits; the professional, matching and dark outfits tailored perfectly to each member, intricate with chains and rosaries and pretty layers. Your eyes widen as you watch Beomgyu walk to his position, taking note of his hair that has now been dyed back to black— you hadn’t realized how long it’d gotten until now, the layers framing his face and falling into his eyes as he goes to push back his bangs with a delicate hand. 

There are no introductions tonight— the music begins immediately, loud and abrasive and making the crowd jump along excitedly, screaming the lyrics and reaching out to try and get one of the members to pay attention to them— on the contrary, you try to remain hidden, looking away and bowing your head every time Beomgyu’s gaze sweeps around your area. 

God, you wish Beomgyu didn’t turn into such a ditz whenever he spotted you in the audience— because then you’d be able to enjoy more of their concerts, addicted to the borderline euphoric feeling you get from attending them, only for it to be multiplied as your eyes catch onto your boyfriend performing, your heart pounding against your chest at the sound of his voice ringing out into the venue— a surge of pride and love fills you as a grin spreads on your face, and it isn’t until you notice a member walking around that you’re able to look away from him.

Looking up, you make eye contact with Hueningkai. 

His mischievous smile and raised brows are immediately returned with a violent shake of your head; telling him to not say anything to Beomgyu, rubbing your hands together pleadingly the moment he glances back at the said man— then he turns to you, sending you a playful wink before he’s off to another section, not without sending you one last teasing grin and a wave; you’re glancing at Beomgyu in a panic, unsure if he’s spotted you, only to be relieved at the sight of him too concentrated on playing to even look up at the crowd.

It isn’t until the encore that they’ve all begun to move around, (save for Taehyun and Soobin, bound to their instruments as they’re resigned to simply wave at the crowd when they can) changed into more comfortable outfits during a small intermission— Beomgyu is decked in baggy jeans and an equally baggy shirt, long hair messy and makeup smudged as he walks along the stage, smiling and waving at fans that reach out for him— he plays his bass so effortlessly as he does, truly mesmerizing as he stops a few times to interact with fans; the sight has your heart fluttering hopelessly. 

But the closer he gets, the more you’re buzzing with nervous energy. Gripping onto the barricade tightly, having stood up long ago with the rest of the fans that are eager to get their attention. Beomgyu’s eyes scan through the crowd thoroughly, smiling cutely and returning hearts until he spots you. 

He freezes entirely. 

He’s no longer playing bass— he’s just standing there, in complete shock as he stares at you. You can only muster to give him a sheepish wave, an uncontrollable grin on your face as you laugh at his dumbfounded expression, trying to yell at him to go back to playing. But he doesn’t, and you’re jumping slightly at the way he takes off his bass and jumps off the stage, security frantically following behind as he rushes over to you.

His hands are on your face and he’s pulling you in for a kiss quicker than you can process; you hear the screams of the crowd around you, but Beomgyu’s got you in his hold so tightly that you’re unable to pull away, left to give in and melt against him as he kisses you for a little longer. Your face feels as though it’s on fire by the time he’s pulled away, his own alight entirely with joy as he grins at you, your head still in his hands as he leans against the barricade excitedly— you think he might just jump over it any moment now.

“You’re here?” he says exasperatedly, eyes scanning you frantically as though he were imagining you, “why didn’t you tell me, you should’ve— I would’ve—”

“Beomgyu,” you cut him off, placing your hands over his and laughing at the way he can only stutter stupidly, brushing his hair behind his ear fondly— watching the way his eyes crinkle cutely as he smiles, your own sweeping over the array of piercings that decorate him, hello kitty earrings glinting under the light— and pry his hands off your face, ignoring the pout he sends you as you scold him instead. “Get back on stage!”

Your words seem to snap him out of his reverie; his head is whipping back to look at the stage, at the way his friends can only laugh at him teasingly and yell at him to get back here— the way Yeonjun yells directly into the mic is slightly embarrassing, shrinking at the way all eyes are on you as the man’s words ring out the venue— Beomgyu, get the fuck back here!

He’s only able to leave with one last chaste kiss— the crowd is screaming at the sight, and you’re resisting the urge to cover your face in weak hopes that it could take all this attention off you— but you’ll bear it, especially with the way Beomgyu mouths a cute I love you! before he’s jumping back on stage. 

The poor boy is unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the night— but on the bright side, there are no missed cues or wrong notes played. He’s just entranced with you for the rest of the encore, his energy seemingly replenished with the way he jams out to the music; mouthing the lyrics even when it’s not his part, maintaining eye-contact with you during songs he knows you’re particularly fond of— and suddenly, the idea of spending his anniversary at a concert isn’t as depressing as it was earlier tonight— because now, he had you by his side. 

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“Beomgyu— Beomgyu please, not here…” you whine, unable to do much but bite your lip and swallow back whines that threaten to escape you, left to Beomgyu’s mercy as he immediately led you to his dressing room after the show— the said man is much too focused on kissing and marking your neck to listen, soft hair brushing against your face as he pulls you flush against him; back pressed against the wall, arched prettily from the way his hands snake around your waist and press your lower half against his— you’re holding back a groan at the way he’s already hopelessly hard against you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be coming? Hmmm? Just wanted to be a tease? Was this your little surprise?” he asks, biting at your skin and huffing out a laugh at the whine that escapes you; your hands are gripping onto his shirt tightly, fisting it in your hands and wrinkling the material as he lets his teeth sink slightly near your collarbones, “god, you look so good tonight, you’d really expect me to be able to hold myself back?”

His hands are wandering down your waist; over the swell of your ass, fiddling with the hem of your mini-skirt before he’s venturing under it— feeling the way you shiver against him the moment his hands squeeze at the soft flesh, fingers decorated with rings cold against your skin as he comes back up to kiss you. It’s rough and desperate, lip rings scratching as he kisses you with such hunger it leaves you breathless; he grinds his cock desperately against you, eliciting a small gasp from you and allowing him to slip his tongue inside— the piercing that decorates it scrapes along your mouth, unable to help the way your knees weaken at the feeling of him— his touch is everywhere, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded as you can only melt against him, allowing him to press you flush against the wall with his own body; your miniskirt is riding up along your hips as he situates himself between your legs, panties already a mess as he begins to rut his cock into you. 

“Are you sure you want to wait now, pretty?” he asks, looking down at you with low-lidded and fucked out eyes— he punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, laughing at the way you yelp and tighten your hold on him, “I could stop everything right now, send you back to the hotel like this and make you wait, just like you said— is that what you want?”

Oh, he’s cruel— even more so because you’re left shaking your head no deliriously, your mind fogged with such need that your eyes are glossing over at the very thought of not having Beomgyu inside you right now; your voice is pathetic as you plead Beomgyu to finish what he started, throwing a hand over his shoulder and entangling your fingers into his hair as you pull him back into you— he’s more than eager to return the kiss, tilting his head and pressing himself more against you as a hand reaches down to your thigh; grabbing the back of your knee, guiding you to hook it around his waist as he begins to rut into you mindlessly.

“So cute, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your lips, eyes trailing down your low-cut top to spot his favorite zip-up, a smile tugging at his lips as he merely sends you a cute smile, “did you miss me that much? Already so needy from a little bit of kissing— god, I love you so much…”

You think he’s mostly talking to himself at this point— spewing nothing but filth as his hands shove your shirt over your chest, grinning as he remains impatient enough to not take off a single item of clothing, choosing to push tug your bra down harshly before he’s swooping down to mark your breasts with a cruel smile.

“Looked so fucking hot out there, just made me wanna take you backstage and fuck you there,” he confesses, listening to the choked whine you let out, his pierced tongue playing with your hardened nipples, leaving them swollen and sensitive. He’s looking up at you with doe eyes that contrast greatly with the way he sticks his tongue out for you, letting you watch the way he circles and toys with the cute jewelry he bought for you earlier today, pulling away with a coy smile and leaving them soaked with his spit— he blows softly on them, watching with tentative eyes as you keen at the feeling. 

“God, you know I’ve been wanting to do this every time I see you at one of our shows? To make sure that everyone that looks at you knows just who,” he rolls his hips into you, nice and slow and letting you feel the length of his cock press against you as you flutter your eyes shut from pleasure, “you’re here for?”

“Fuck, gyu,” you pant out, snaking your hands under his shirt and up his back, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him into you— as if there’s still space between the two of you, as if you’d die if you weren’t touching him at all times, “‘m only yours, only want you…” 

He’s sneaking a hand down to move your panties to the side, the two of you much too desperate to shed off any layers— and as you listen to the clinking sounds of his belt, undoing his jeans and pulling out his hardened cock, you busy yourself by sucking and biting at his neck, listening to his stuttered breaths as you suck and tease at the joint of his neck, his most sensitive spot as you bite at it playfully— you’re only pulling away at the feeling of Beomgyu grabbing at you hair and tugging you away, letting out a baffled laugh at the satisfied look you give him in return. 

“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” you coo out softly, grinding your pussy slowly against Beomgyu’s tip that teases your entrance, your mouth falling open at the feeling of him mirroring the action, running along your folds and swiping at your clit, “all mine, my pretty boy…”

He laughs fondly against your lips at that— bringing you in for a slow kiss, feeling the way your mind goes blank the moment his tip slowing enters you; he’s swallowing a soft moan from you as he bottoms out slowly, keeping himself deep inside and grinding his hips slowly against yours— and he stays there, a tease like always as he watches your brows furrow and your lips pout, telling him softly to move, to do something.

“Mmmh, all yours,” he mumbles softly, pulling out slowly to let you feel the way every vein runs against your walls, clenching and fluttering against his length as he hisses at the feeling, “I’m yours, belong only to you, fuck…”

He’s not able to keep this agonizingly slow pace up for long— as much as he wants to tease you, to have you crying and pleading for him to fuck you stupid, he isn’t fairing that well himself— so it isn’t long before he’s beginning to snap his hips into you, cock curving and aiming for that spot that has your knees buckling, pretty nails digging into Beomgyu’s shoulders and biting at the skin in order to try to stabilize yourself.

“Such a perfect cunt— fuck, ah, just wanna fill you up, wanna see it dripping down those pretty thighs— stupid fucking skirt can’t hide anything, ugh—” his voice is deep and breathy as he continues to talk into your ear, his hands sliding down to the swell of your ass before he’s holding it there— lifting you up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist as you’re left to his mercy; his chest is pressed flush against yours as he fucks you, and you can only bury your face into his neck to try and muffle your sounds, the rough way you bounce from his thrusts causing your nails to slip and scratch down his back— he hisses at the feeling, only to be spurred by the stinging sensation it leaves behind. 

“So loud, shit,” he laughs meanly, grinning at the way you only bury your face into him more to try and muffle your sounds, “want everyone to hear you? All the staff, the members— I’m sure they’d like to see what a pretty doll you are for me.”

You shake your head at that— but your body gives you away as your cunt clenches around him pathetically, the wet sounds of skin against skin filling the room and undoubtedly filtering outside— but you remain persistent to keep your moans to yourself, choking back on sounds of pleasure as Beomgyu only begins to fuck you rougher; your silence is a challenge, one he’ll gladly take as he begins to roll his hips into you just the way you like it. 

“Come on pretty, I wanna hear you,” he purrs into your ear, a hand snaking around to rub at your clit while the other remains firm on your ass, “don’t you feel good? I can make you feel even better— so, so so good, just let me hear your cute little sounds.”

You’re playing hard to get. And Beomgyu takes absolute pleasure in it, watching the way you shake and dig your nails into him helplessly, your body being wound up from how good he fucks you; your thighs are sticky and shining from your arousal, poorly concealed pleasure only fueling Beomgyu’s ego further as he reaches up to tug your head out from it’s hiding spot.

He thinks he might just cum on the spot; your makeup is ruined, tears of mascara running down your cheeks as you merely let out soft hiccups of moans, your lips parted and brain completely empty as you stare at him— he smiles at you in return, capturing your lips in another kiss as his hand begins to trail down; toying with your breasts, nimble fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you jolt and whine into his mouth at the sensation. 

“Gyu— gonna— need to, ah…!” the choked whimpers you let out aren’t enough for Beomgyu, and he only slows down at your request; fresh tears stream down your cheeks as you plead softly, breathy voice barely above a whisper as you whine quietly to keep going, don’t stop, please gyu, pleeaaase…. 

“Hmm? What’s that? I can’t hear you, baby,” he murmurs softly against your lips, slowing to nothing but a grind as he presses himself against you— pelvis grinding against your clit, the feeling making you tremble as you dig your nails into his shoulders once more. “Come on sweet thing, tell me what you need.”

You’re telling him— begging, pleading, breathy whimpers and soft cries escaping you as you roll your hips into him, biting your lip and sighing exasperatedly at the way he simply watches you with dark eyes, slowing down until he’s simply bottomed out inside you. 

“What do you want?” he asks softly, breathy voice intertwined with a lilt so sweet you’d almost think he pities you— and by the way he’s looking at you, he just might, swollen lips caught between his teeth to try and suppress a smile. You’re still weak and quiet as you try to voice your wants, looking at him through wet lashes, a pout on your face as your hands run absentmindedly up and down his back.

“Wanna cum?” he coos, pretty hand reaching down to circle and pinch your clit teasingly, “Want me to fuck you? Fill you up? Hmmm?”

All you can do is nod along to his words stupidly— and obviously, it’s the very last thing your boyfriend wants, abandoning your clit and reaching up to grab your face roughly; fingers digging into your cheeks, forced to look at him as he merely glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth. 

“Tell me,” he says, voice sharp and dangerous as he narrows his eyes, “use your words— or, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already.”

He’s unhooking one of your legs from his waist at that; you’re stumbling slightly, leg too weak to let you stand as you merely cry at him to wait, bringing him closer to you in fear that he might pull out and leave you like this— his fingers still dig into your cheeks as you speak, drool building up at the corners of your pouty lips as you stutter out exactly what you want— what he wants to hear.

“Want you to fuck me, use me— wanna cum, please,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as he shakes your head teasingly, as though to say and what else? “Want you to cum inside, baby please, just wanna feel good—”

You’re rambling at this point. But Beomgyu enjoys it nonetheless, telling you to keep going as he begins to move again; slowly at first, allowing you to feel the drag of his thick cock against your walls as your words become stuttered through weak moans, the sight making your boyfriend laugh as he slowly begins to pick up his pace. 

“Like it when I fuck you like this, yeah?” you’re nodding in confirmation to his words; staring at him with pleading eyes, whimpering a soft harder, faster, that the man is immediately obliging as he coos at the way you yelp at the sensation. “Want it harder? Hmmm? Want me to fuck you ‘till you can’t even walk—? Have to carry you out of here, let everyone see the way your sweet cunt is filled up by me?”

All you can do is nod to his words at this point; whimpering a weak yes, yesyesyes, want you to fill me up, use me, more more please—

Everything crashes down on you unexpectedly; your eyes are shutting tight and you think you might just black out as your orgasm hit you suddenly, cunt squeezing and fluttering around Beomgyu’s cock as he groans at the sensation— he lets you ride it out, cooing soft praise into your ear before he’s pulling you in for another kiss; you’re barely able to kiss him back, moaning into his mouth and letting him do whatever he wants with you.

It isn’t long before he’s cumming inside you as well; you’re so tight he can barely move, your cute whimpers and warm cunt guiding him through it as he fucks into you slowly, making sure none of his release slips out as he continues to fuck you, even after he’s become horribly sensitive. Then he’s still, lips still on yours and arms wrapped tightly around you as though he’s afraid to let you go.

“You okay?” he asks quietly after a moment, still lingering close to you, taking in your appearance with tentative eyes. You nod softly, still attempting to catch your breath as you chest heaves against his; he huffs out a soft laugh, caressing your cheek fondly before he’s going to fix your clothes— your mini-skirt remains up on your hips, his cock still bottomed out inside you as he coos about how good you were for him, caressing any skin he can get his hands on (which is a lot, considering your wardrobe) with a smile.

“Pretty girl, so perfect,” he coos, finally pulling out and tucking himself in before he’s going to fix your clothing; not without slipping his fingers inside your cunt one last time, watching with hungry eyes as you curl into him and cry that you’re sensitive— he’s only satisfied after his cum is left snug in your pussy, smiling darkly at the way he brings his fingers up to your mouth for you to clean— you do it without any hesitation, and Beomgyu swears he might just be getting hard again. 

“Love you so much, thank you for coming to see me today,” he says instead, bringing you in for a warm hug and a loving kiss; you merely hum tiredly in response, hands slipping out from his shirt only to be thrown over his shoulders leisurely.

Your face feels hot the moment he’s trying to get the two of you to leave back for the hotel— because your legs are absolutely not cooperating with you. 

“Holy shit, I was joking about that whole fuck you till you can’t walk thing,” he laughs, only to get cut of by the way you hit him in response— he’s letting out an exaggerated whimper at that, rubbing his arm and telling you sorry, sorry baby, with a cute pout.

“Ugh, I don’t want anyone to see me like this, fuck,” you mourn, only for Beomgyu to pull you into his side firmly, sending you a smile that’s not as reassuring as you wish it was. 

“I’m sure no one will notice,” he says simply, swinging the door open and immediately being met with Soobin passing by. 

He slows down at the sight of you two, glancing at your appearances briefly before he keeps walking. 

“Try to keep it down next time please,” he yells out, turning the corner and disappearing from your sight before you can retaliate. You feel slightly mortified by his words, but Beomgyu isn’t affected in the slightest as he leans over to murmur softly into your ear.

“Should we continue this at the hotel, pretty?”

You don’t answer his question. But he already knows the answer, sending you a giddy smile and intertwining his fingers with yours as he leads you to where the staff car is waiting for you two— and you hold back a smile of your own as you trail (limp, kinda) behind him. It’ll be a long night, but you couldn’t ask for a better way to spend your anniversary, no matter how unconventional it is.

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

omg I need more johnnie please🙏🙏

of course pookie😈

enjoy🤸

For the sake of this fic, lets say u live with Tara and your lives are pretty similar. just go with the flo bbg😼

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT FORGIVE ME PLEASE😔😔😔😔🙏🙏🙏🙏

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You're at home editing a video for your channel when you get a call from Johnnie. "Hello?" You answer your phone and put it on speaker, your attention focusing back on your computer screen.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout with me today? I'd be vlogging." He asks. "Yeah sure. I need to finish editing this video though. It won't take long but if you want to head over here you can." You say.

"Sounds good. See you in a bit." He says. "Ok byee." You hang-up and turn your phone off. You were pretty excited to see Johnnie, you liked him, how could you not? But you weren't sure if he liked you.

You sigh at your thoughts and continue editing. This new video for your channel was something you had filmed with Jake and Tara, you two girls had him do what the two if you would do in a day.

Tara comes into your room. "Can I borrow a top?" She asks, already heading towards your closet. "Yeah go for it. Johnnie's gonna be here in a bit by the way." You say.

"Ooo." You look up to see her big smile. "Shut up." You laugh. There was a knock on the door. " Can you get that please? Im so close to being done with this." You turn your attention back to the computer as Tara agrees and goes to get the door.

"Almost done I swear." You say as Johnnie walks in your room. "Take your time." He sits down next to you, watching as your eyes move across the screen. You finish and close your computer with a sigh. "What should I wear?" You stand up and walk to your closet.

"Is it hot out?" You ask, looking through shirts. "I mean kinda but the temp is always high in LA, so." Johnnie says. You look to him with annoyed face as he scrolls on his phone. He catches your gaze. "Just wear what you normally wear." He says. "Well yeah but like what shirt, what shorts, what shoes and accessories? Not to mention i still need to do makeup." You say facing your closet again.

You hear Johnnie get up and stand next to you. He flips through your shirts, picking one out and then opening the drawer of your dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts that surprisingly match. He walks over to the little desk where all your accessories are. He picks one of the chains you got from his shop and two others. He then grabs a pair of earrings you once mentioned were your favorite.

He sits everything on your bed. "I'll be waiting on the couch." He walks out and closes the door behind him. You laugh quietly to yourself and change, along with doing your makeup. You check yourself in the mirror, this outfit now one of your favorites.

You walk out of your room, walking the familiar halls while on your phone. "Ready?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. What do you think?" You do a little spin, earning a small smile from Johnnie. "It looks good. I would've try and make you look bad." He playfully rolls his eyes as he stands up.

"We're taking my car." You say. "Okay." Johnnie turns on his camera and follows you out the door. He's talking as you climb in and turn it on. "We're getting Starbucks." You say. "Do i have a say in anything today?" Johnnie playfully says. "Nope." you smile as you make your way to the coffee shop. "Do you want anything?" You ask as you pull up to the driveway.

"Not really no." He says. "You sure?" You glance to him. "Yeah." You turn back as you pull up to the speaker. "Hi, can i please get a (your order) and a venti iced water?" You get told the price. "What's the water for?" Johnnie asks. "It's for you." You say handing your card to the person at the window.

"Why?" You hear the smile in his voice. "Cause I wanted to get you something." Once you got your drink you pulled out. "Y/n just bought me a water even though emos dont drink water." Johnnie says to his camera. "Emo or not you should stay hydrated." You quickly smile at his camera before looking back to the road.

"Where we going?" You asked as you pulled up to a stoplight. "We could go to the mall?" Johnnie says. "Good idea." Your phone was playing music when one of Johnnie's songs came on. During this moment Johnnie was also talking about something to his camera.

You were singing along, not really paying attention to anything but the road. "You know the lyrics to my song?" Johnnie asks. "Of course I do! Your music is my favorite." You say arriving at the mall. "Really?"

"Yes Johnnie. I'm pretty sure I know almost all of your songs. Number one fan." You laugh lightly at the end of your sentence. "Let's go spend unnecessary money." You climb out and walk along with Johnnie. "Where to first?" He asks. "Uhm, Let's go to Spencer's I need a new shot glass." You say.

"Just a shot glass?"Johnnie says, laughing. "Maybe, I don't know." You smile at him as you make your way to the shop. You walk in and head towards the glasses. Johnnie walks off, looking at shirts.

You have a glass in your hand and you're looking at mugs when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Hi?" You turn to a man. "Hello, I just wanted to say you're very pretty and I was wondering if I could take you out." He looked like the kinda guy that would leave you at the movies with the excuse of having to use the bathroom.

"Thank you, but I'm not interested." You smile and try to move past him to get to Johnnie. "Why not?" He grabs your arm, stopping you. "I'm not interested in you, please leave me alone." You pull your arn out of his grip with a tug.

"God you're such a bitch." He mumbles. "Fuck off Jackass." You say back. He turns around quickly facing you. "What'd you just call me?" He says. "You heard me." You're a bit shorter then the guy, but if he took of the shoes you'd be about the same height.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that whore." He says. "Oh I'm the whore? You look like you have at least a couple girlfriends and a side hoe for each one." You see a ringed hand on the guys shoulder pull him back.

"Back off man." You hear Johnnie's voice. "Is this your bitch? Get control of her." The scoffs and walks off. "What dick." You scoff. "Here I'll pay." You grab the two pairs of sunglasses in Johnnie's hand. You're already at the register before he can protest.

You noticed Johnnie stayed closer to you after the encounter. You walk through a couple more stores, picking out a couple pieces of clothing here and there.

You decided to stop by barnes and nobles to see if anything had caught your interest. You were glancing through pages of different romance books(😏) when Johnnie cane back from a different section. He was reading over your shoulder. "You read this kinda stuff?" He whispers, his face close to your ear. "Some of it's not terrible. I like the ones where the guy isn't like a complete over powering dude. Y'know like the simp kinda guys who do anything the girl of his interest wants." You glance to him, your faces inches apart.

"Anything?" He whispers. "Anything." You smile and move away, setting the book that was previously in your hands back on the shelf. After a couple more minutes of browsing you have two books and start to walk to checkout. Suddenly, the two books are snatched from your hands, and Johnnie checks out.

You walk up to him as your books are being put into a bag and handed back to Johnnie. "Here you go." You take the bag and roll your eyes, its a well known fact between all your friends that you hate when people pay for you. You don't want to waste their money. "I could've bought it myself." You say. "I know. But you didn't so." The two of you make your way out the mall and back to your car.

Once you make it back to your house, you carry your bags in and plop then on the floor. "You mind of I take a shower?" You ask. "No go for it." Johnnie shoves off his shoes and plops on your bed. "Make yourself comfy." You laugh. He smiles and turns on his phone as you make your way to the bathroom. While your in the shower Tara walks in to your room.

"So did you have fun?" She asks sitting at the end of the bed. "Yeah lots. we got some clothes and she got some books." Johnnie says. "Have you made a move yet?" Tara asks with a smile. Johnnie glances up from his phone to the girl. "No." His eyes move back as Tara rolls her. "C'mon on Johnnie." He was about to protest but the shower turned off and the bathroom door was opened. Tara quickly grabbed something off your vanity as you walked out.

"Borrowing this pallet for a sec." She says as she walks out and you walk in. "Okay." Johnnie looks up to see you wrapped in your pink towel, walking towards your clothing bags. You pull out one of your new hoodies and you walk to your dresser to find the rest of whatever you want to wear.

After getting dressed you decide to put on a little perfume to help with the new clothes smell. "Which one?" You hold up two bottles, asking for johnnie's opinion. "I don't know." You walk towards him and hand him the bottles. "Pick your favorite." He sets his phone down as he smells the two. "This one." He hands you it, along with the other.

You spray the one he picked, leaving the other bottle someplace you'll forget. Grabbing one of your two books you lay down on your stomach next to Johnnie and open it up, starting to read. The longer you read, the more caught up you get in it. You don't notice the long glances stolen, once again admiring the way your eyes focus.

"You're staring." Neither of you heard Tara sneak up to the doorway. You look up confused as she smiles. "Anyways I'm going out with Jake. See y'all later." She closes the door as she leaves. "How's the book so far?" Johnnie asks. "It's amazing. I'm loving the guy so far." You say, quickly looking up. "What's he like?"

"A lot like what I explained in the store, but he's also just a tad bit cocky." You say. "Really?" "Yeah, like he has this bit of confidence around the main character but she can make him like melt in seconds." Your attention is focused back on the book.

Couple minutes later your phone dings.

tarbie💕

so what yall gonna do??

you

quit it omg. nothing.

tarbie💕

nothing yet you mean?😏

you

we'll see😝

You smile as you set your phone down. "Who's that?" Johnnie asks. "Tara." you say. "What's she talking about?" "Mind your business mr. nosey." You laugh. "My bad." He smiles. "What all have you gotten for your vlog?" You ask, grabbing the flattest object on your nightstand to use as a bookmark.

"Not a lot." He says. "Wanna do something?" You ask. "Like what?" He says. "I have an idea. C'mere." You stand up and head to the kitchen, hearing johnnie follow not to far behind.

You make it to the fridge and stand on your tip toes, grabbing the binder on top. You turn to face him. "Let's bake something!" You smile as you open the binder, looking through the pages. You don't notice the smile on his face, taking place watching you happily look through all the recipes you collected over time.

"Muffins?" You ask looking up to him. "Yeah sure. Let me grab my camera." He walks off as you grab the ingredients and set them out. "Me and y/n are gonna make muffins, i dont know what kind." Johnnie talks to the camera as he sets it up.

"Blueberry." You say. "Can you grab the red bowl from the bottom cupboard please?" You ask grabbing measuring cups. "Yeah sure."

"Would it be ok if i streamed on twitch? I haven't been on in a minute." You say. "Yeah go for it."

After you get everything set up you start the stream, waiting for people to join. "Hi guys! I know i haven't been on in a minute but I'm here with Johnnie and we're making muffins!" You smile.

"She has a shit ton of recipes and she chose muffins." Johnnie says. "You agreed so we're doing muffins i dont care what you say." You grab bowl and the flour, checking how much. "One and a fourth? Do i even have a fourth cup?" You rummage through your measuring cups. "Surprise I do!" You walk back over to the bowl. "Here mix the dry ingredients and I'll mix the wet ones."

"I need music." You say halfway through pouring milk into a large measuring glass. "Alexa play playlist one." You say. Music starts up, filling the silence. You walk over to check the chat.

xxx.johnnie- Are you guys together?

emmobarbie- i love this song tbh

blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie no but they def should be

xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs they definitely like eachother i can sense the tension from here and I'm in the UK

darndestthing- @ xxx.johnnie NO FR

"Someone asked if we're a couple." You say with a small laugh. "Did they?" You hear him say from somewhere behind you. "Yeah. Another person responded saying no but they def should be." You say, looking back to him.

"Should we be a couple guys?" You ask looking through chat.

kornonthekob- i literally thought they already were and just didn't say anything 😭

jakesdietcoke- YESS YALL WOULD LITERALLY BE THE CUTEST COUPLE!!!

blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke THEY WOULD ONGG

xxx.johnnie- @ kornonthekob me too😭

darndestthing- i think id combust if they became a couple

emmobarbie- @ darndestthing like in a good way?😥

jakesdietcoke- @ darndestthing real honestly

darndestthing- @ emmobarbie yes😭

"Everyone says yes." You say, moving back to mixing your ingredients. "You got the dry mixed?" You ask. "Yeah." You walk over to him, pouring the wet mixture on the dry. "Mix that while I get the blueberries." You say. "Yes ma'am." Johnnie says with a smile. You laugh and make your way to the freezer, remembering to turn on the oven. As you grab the bag of frozen blueberries, someone donates and sends a message.

"darndestthing donated $3.33, you guys honestly are so cute together, i wanted to ask if you could pose for a screenshot? you guys are my fav love you!" You set the bag on the counter. "Thank you! We love you too. C'mere." You drag Johnnie closer to the camera. "Do a hand heart with me." You hold your hands together, making a heart and posing for a screenshot.

"Hope that was good." You say. As you start folding the blueberries in the batter, Johnnie is grabbing a pan and the song he did with jake and scuff comes on. "Oh I love this song. Alexa turn up." You say, immediately singing along with the beginning vocals.

"Didn't we listen to this this morning?" Johnnie asks as he sets the muffin tin on the oven. "Yes it's literally one of my favs." (this is me talking i actually love this song sm go listen to cut me clean if u haven't alr😝)

Johnnie walks over to check chat as you place muffin liners in the pan.

kornonthekob- emos r so hot

emmobarbie- like i was nothing in the first place😝

hannahmay33- she literally only likes the song to get closer to him.

blusws.hgs- @ hannahmay33 girl what💀

xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs is she being fr?💀😭

blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie i hope not

hannahmay33- She's pretending to be close to him so she can date him and use him for clout.

kornonthekob- @ hannahmay33 NAHHH💀

jakesdietcoke- @ y/nl/ntherealest u seein this?

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 fake fan‼️‼️

hannahmay33- @ emmobarbie how am i a fake fan?

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 bc if u were a real fan and actually watched them you would know they've been friends forever. ur not johnnies gf so quit💀

jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie OHHHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️

kornonthekob- @emmobarbie DEVOURED

"Theres a lil argument going on, someone mentioned you." Johnnie says. "Bro." You walk over reading all the comments. "Jesus hannah may wtf crawled up your ass." You laugh. "I'm not using Johnnie for clout, I've known him since he was ten get over yourself. kornonthekob you're so right emos are hot."

You watched Johnnies reaction on the screen, not turning around. He whipped his head with an eyebrow raised. "What'd you say?" He asks as you turn back around. "I said emos are hot." You say grabbing the bowl with the batter. "Really?" He says. "Yeah." You start putting batter in the tins. "Yes that includes you." You said before he could speak.

You hide your smile as he turns the camera. Once the muffins are in the oven, you start cleaning up. Your putting away the last of the stuff when Johnnie comes back out with the sunglasses.

"I picked out matching ones." He says handing you a pair. "Oh fuck yeah!" You put them on. "Wait put your back to mine and cross your arms. "Cool kids who?" You say. "Somebody screenshot that and send it to me you say.

Your dancing around the kitchen to the music playing as Johnnie reads chat.

blusws.hgs- oo she a dancer fr😝

emmobarbie- johnnie thoughts on hannah may?

jakesdietcoke- GET IT GIRL‼️‼️

kornonthekob- just accidentally ate vaseline

darndestthing- @ kornonthekob we all have our moments

blusws.hgs- @ emmobarbie shes obvi his gf

"My thoughts on hannah may? if anything I'd be using y/n for clout she has more of a following. and quit acting like my girlfriend." Johnnie says.

"Yeah he has a girlfriend already." You say moving next to him. "I do?" He says looking to you. "Yeah." You say. "Who?" He looks to the screen then back to you, visibility confused.

You kiss him, quick but sensible. "Me." You turn back and continue dancing as Call me maybe plays. He looks back to the screen, shocked.

xxx.johnnie- OMG??

blusws.hgs- NO WAY

jakesdietcoke- DOES THIS MEAN THEY'RE TOGETHER

darndestthing- IM COMBUSTING WHAT

kornonthekob- WOOOOOOO

emmobarbie- @ darndestthing LMAO QUITTT BUT ME TOO

xxx.johnnie- WHOOP NEW COUPLE ALERT‼️‼️

jakesdietcoke- IM ASTONISHED

blusws.hgs- @ xxx johnnie WHOOP‼️‼️‼️‼️

Johnnie moves to you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer, stopping your dancing.

emmobarbie- OH???

kornonthekob- WHEN IS IT MY TURNN😩

xxx.johnnie- THEY BOUTA KISS AGAINN

jakesdietcoke- is this a dream? am i dreaming rn

blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke nope

His lips connect with yours, your hands holding his face as he kisses you, not intensely but you don't want to stop. The timer for the muffins rang, and you pulled away, looking at him. You kiss him once more before going to pull them out. "Oo these muffins look good." You say. You turn the oven off.

You walk over to check chat.

emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 SUCK ON THAT

jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie LMAOAOAOA

blusws.hgs- please i cant w this chat😭

kornonthekob- was the kiss good?😏

emmobarbie- @ kornonthekob 😭😭😭

"kornonthekob yes it was thank you for asking." You laugh. "Ok im impatient im eating one now." You grab one and bite into it, doing the thing when somethings just a little too hot. "These are so good." You say, taking another bite. "Are they?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. we're basically bakers." You smile.

Eventually you end stream, and you're sitting back on your bed with Johnnie, his arm around you as you're watching a movie. You feel Johnnies hand lightly touch your jaw, moving your face to look at him. His lips meet yours, what was slow kisses, turned into a faster pace.

You pull away for a second, looking at his features in the dim light. "Who knew you were such a good kisser?" You say. "I practice with my shower wall." He says, earning a laugh out of you. You kiss him once more before turning back to the tv.

You end up falling asleep on him, sleeping through the night in his arms. Tara found the two of you still wrapped up in eachother the next morning and decided to leave you alone, but not before she got a good picture.

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lmk if u enjoyed 😣

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[vsaintsin]

Writeblr Re-Intro

Yo! I'm V Saintsin. Or V or Vin or Saintsin or whatever you want to call me that sounds right on your tongue. I'm a self-proclaimed Social Media fumbler who got a late start to the party and has never quite figured it out. I hate how hipster and edgy it sounds to say "I'm bad at social media" but like I used to work with some people who actually managed the social media accounts for the business we worked for and there were rules and whatnot and damn, I think online media is just not my medium. That being said, here I am! Hah

I'm an author and general mess who's hoping to be the miracle man (somebody who makes a living writing silly little stories). I do use a pseudonym but please hear me out when I say I didn't realize how edgy it sounds, it just has some sentimental value to my personal life. I'm so sorry that I sound like I'm in my emo phase HAHA

About me -

He/Him Transguy from the American Midwest (arguably the south, depending on who you talk to, but the older people still say "Sodi-pop" and "ope").

I'm dysautonomic, bendy, permanently sleepy, and a survivor of Crappy Doctors Who Suck At Doctoring.

I like DnD, Pathfinder, Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk, Dragon Age, and other things in that vein.

I do make art of my stories and characters (Tablet is currently not working so I'm in a dry spell).

My writing background is predominantly ancient, dusty RPs from as far back as the foopets days and fanfic writing on Quizilla - I am an old and wizened elder of the net.

My formal education was music performance and behavioral neuroscience, I don't really know how I got where I am.

This is not my first rodeo with tumblr but it is the first time I have anything to SAY instead of just lurking.

In the event of malfunction, you can put me outside for 5 minutes and I'll probably factory reset.

My existence as I know it hinges on a massive number of sticky notes plastered throughout my room.

What I'm lookin' for -

Idk, whatever? I'm down for most things. Did you write it? Cool, let me see. I'm not too bent on genre or anything, just fascinated by the art of storytelling.

A bit tentative with fanfiction but that's just because if it's not a fandom I'm familiar with I am rather clueless about what the hell is going on and if it's a fandom I am familiar with I HUNT DOWN THE DEEP LORE.

I like art a whole lot, including fanart. Also art advice, love seeing things from different perspectives and learning something new.

Mutuals, really, for any reason. Building better connections on here, getting to know people. I am hideously bad at this but I try.

What I write -

Science Fiction with heavy subjects that matter to me - trigger warnings on a story-by-story basis.

High Fantasy (eventually books I think?) characters and their backgrounds for DnD and Pathfinder - I have been tempted to share these to help people get ideas or just for free use?

Things that I delete because I have crippling imposter syndrome and publishing makes me nauseous (doin' it tho).

Stories that I hope will make people feel less alone or that people could relate to, stories that I wish I had when life was worse and I was reaching out for anything I could find to keep me afloat, stories that try to be critical of things that SUCK in a way that's any helpful.

Lots of curse words and cussing (that's just how people talk 'round here), dubious science, things that I hope might make you cry but in a good way though.

Character-Driven stories that revolve more around the development of the person and less around the plot itself if that makes sense.

I've put blurb things below for my primary project/series which features a grumpy, queer, 37-year old chain smoking Frenchman and his misadventures with life and love and unbridled rage. If any of that sounds cool stick around and hang out? (This part is a plug bc I did a thing and I'm proud of it) And if my books sounds interesting the first one is 99 cents on Kindle and you just need a phone and a free app to read it!

THE SECRET OF LIFE (Published) - Sci-Fi/Psychological Thriller, Bi M Lead, Lovers to Enemies, AI but the oldschool cool kind not the real world thing that's stealing our future

Carlisle-Trystan Antoinette is a mercenary on a hard road, navigating life and death itself in an infinite cycle started by powers above his understanding. He has one mission - warn The Dianican Space Station of the coming threat and put a stop to a war that would encapsulate the whole of the Sol System before it can ever begin. Unfortunately for Carlisle, reality is a tenuous thing, made up only by our understanding of it. At least, according to his Psychiatrist, who tells him that there is no war, that he was never a mercenary, and that what Carlisle is experiencing is a severe but manageable psychotic break. Stripped of his combat enhancements, his bio monitor, and everything he's every known, Carlisle has a decision to make. Does he give in to the thoughts and memories, so real that he can almost taste them, or does he live a life of comfort and ease, returning to a husband and daughter that he left behind?

TWs: Domestic and War Violence, suicide, rape, medical trauma, grief, drug use

THE SILENCE OF ANGELS (Due 2024, TSoL 2) - Betrayal and Rage, Learning how to love again slow-burn romantic subplot, Learning how to Dad, A general inability for any one thing to just go right

(Quick Rough Blurb that offers no spoilers for TSoL) Making connections isn't easy for somebody who's accustomed to burning bridges. Isolation has always been Carlisle's mantra for surviving his life. Playing a role comes second nature, pretending to be the man that everyone else wants to see in him. When an old friend is murdered Carlisle finds himself as the primary suspect with all evidence pointing to him so clearly that even he calls to question what he is capable of. Unwilling to believe that he could commit such a heinous crime, Carlisle sets off to find the truth of his friend's death - was Carlisle framed or does he truly have the capacity to bring such harm upon those he loves? Old and new bonds will be tested, faith broken, and the future of everyone called into question as lines are drawn and sides are picked.

TWs: Violence, mentions of SA, graphic character death, more grief, more death

I don't know what else to say... Later!

[thyln4gf]

Light me up

✞ You, a well known rockstar. Your boyfriend, the golden boy of F1. Its a constant "battle" of "who's gonna have more of their fans turn to the 'other side?'"

✞ I have synesthesia! Here's 5 songs that I associate with this fic: "Light me up" - The Pretty Reckless, "Scarlet cross" - Black Veil Brides, "Scars" - Papa Roach, "honey (are u coming?)" & "baby said" - Måneskin.

✞ Warnings: Suggestive comments and pictures, fluffy relationship shite, cursing, google translate (italian). SMAU.

✞ Charles x rockstar!reader

✞ Face Claim - Taylor Momsen (The Pretty Reckless)

theprettyreckless

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theprettyreckless: AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you, Montreal, for being so welcoming. Three cheers for this sweet, sweet tour. And to many more in the future. À la prochaine, mes chéris.

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yourusername: LETSFUCKINGGOOOO

yourbsf1: you were crying about this to me on facetime for half an hour. Then while picking the photos for the post. Then writing the caption.

yourusername: exposing me? Just like that? Bro... :(

yourbsf1: L

yourbsf2: #exposingy/nera

username1: I CAN SEE MY HAND!!! #famousera

username2: y/n's mic stand wasn't the only thing whose straightness has been broken tonight (liked by yourusername)

username3: yo... leclerc in the likes👀

username4: holy shit??? You're right

username6: calm down, y/n is friends with Damiano. Charles probably just likes her band too!

username5: who the hell is leclerc???

username7: what rock have all of you been living under? They have been together for years.

damianodavid: onorato che tu ci abbia portato in tour con te! Un sacco d'amore❤️(liked by yourusername, theprettyreckless, maneskinofficial)

yourusername: Grazie🫶

carlossainz55: 🖤 (liked by yourusername)

username8: ariana... what are you doing here??

username9: what the fuck

username10: Charles got too nervous and asked Carlos to comment something methinks (liked by carlossainz55, yourusername)

yourusername

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yourusername: life recently: post tour edition. The depression is hitting HARD. #noonetalktomeimturningemo

yourbsf2: mommy?? (liked by yourusername)

yourusername: not here, kitten whiskers...

yourbsf2: but...☹️

yourbsf1: get a ROOM. Jesus....

charles_leclerc: right? I agree. (liked by yourusername)

yourusername: 😇

yourbsf2: i saw her take that shirt off, and y'all did not🧚

charles_leclerc: @/yourusername ???

yourusername: uhhh.... 🏃‍♀️💨

username11: you just made eggs look tasty

username12: FUUUUCK them eggs. Have you seen the last slide??

username13: THE LAST PHOTO??? MOTHER.

username14: I don't know what to be jealous of first - her tits, the food, or the fact that she got some good dick IN the car... (liked by yourusername)

username15: im fine!! This is fine!!!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: sk8er boiii

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yourusername: B) im so cool bro

charles_leclerc: you cried when the cat decided to leave your lap.

yourusername: :,( bro...

yourbsf1: yeah bro!!!

charles_leclerc: I'm not sorry.

charles_leclerc: waitwaitwait @/yourusername WHY IS SHE CALLING ME.

yourusername: 😇

charles_leclerc: Y/N L/N

yourusername: neither of us is a punk OR does ballet tho... (liked by charles_leclerc)

username16: emo Charles era when?? (liked by yourusername)

yourusername: @/charles_leclerc !!!

username16: OHMYGODJDJDJ???

scuderiaferrari: 😎 (liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername)

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yourusername uploaded a story:

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yourusername

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yourusername: datenightdatenightdatenightdatenightdateni-

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charles_leclerc: couldn't you have taken any longer?🙄 (liked by yourusername)

yourusername: darling... you fell asleep.

charles_leclerc: i was resting my eyes!

yourusername: you snored. I have a picture of you drooling. (liked by yourbsf1, yourbsf2, landonorris)

landonorris: can confirm

charles_leclerc: Y/N??

vicdeangelis: bellissima! (liked by yourusername, damianodavid)

yourusername: fermare! Sto arrossendo🫠

charles_leclerc: sono d'accordo. (liked by yourusername, vicdeangelis)

yourbsf2: @/charles_leclerc I'll have you know that y/n is currently dying. Send her exactly what you just typed out, just in the form of a voice message, to save her. Quick! (liked by yourusername)

lewishamilton: this is empowering and all, but there are children on this app. (Lando) (liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri, danielricciardo)

landonorris: right. Smh, mother. Do better🙄 (liked by yourusername, danielricciardo)

username17: AYO???

username18: im not okay. Im not fine. WHAT????

username19: the handprints were def made by charles... lucky bastard. (liked by yourusername)

username20: the last slide... does that mean exactly what i think it does?

username21: oh it definitely does.

username22: the sexual tension between me, the fork, and the toaster right now...

username23: the final boss WAG

username24: i'd call y/n the best wag ever, but she's kinda the main character here...

yourusername uploaded a story:

[justcallmesakira]

Bsd men with a childish s/o pt. 3!

Sypnosis: How the people who are somewhat sane deal with you and your goofy goobers

Warnings: eyebrow less, wereballs, mentions of gaslight ING, mentions of turning into a gacha life demon form 2019,stealing glittery not pads, omori building reference, etc.

Genre: lowkey fluff, crack

A/N: bro this series is blowing up for real- Anyways heres part 2 andddd part 1!

Atsushi-

No guys hes not like you-😭

Sometimes he wonders if you were better suited with dazai then him (it's giving a certain emo Victorian kid kinnie)

But hey hey! Don't worry he will try to calm you down because he DOES NOT WANT YOU to follow dazai's steps! 😋😋

Dw atsushi! Reader is perfectly sane!!

He once came back to the agency from a mission only to see you see you eyebrow less

"Y/N! I am ba-AAAAAAAAAH-" "What, jinko, finally grew some wereballs"

HGYHFYG WERE BALLS-

Turns out you were cosplaying akutagawa and the eyebrowless thing was just a prank <3

Jizz man, give my pookie tiger

He's more scared of you then akutagawa 😨😨😨

You sometimes feel silly so you gave him cat food for lunch beacuse dazai convinced you with some skittles (he probably stole them from ranpo)

"umm, y/N.. WHY are you giving me cat food?" "because I felt silly lol"

I BET HE WOULD EAT IT BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WANT TO WASTE FOOD-

Kyouka had to stop him-

I am pretty sure you two speak in kaomojis like--

But he enjoys your presence, it's nice to know that at least your happy,Perhaps he can protect you and your happiness if he tries....

Sometimes he wonders how you have so much energy to break into his home with hello kitty pins just to wake him up

And go to an amusement park..

There goes atsuhis wallet! 😄💸

I think atsushi genuinely likes your antics.. Sometimes

But he would definitely keeps you away from dazai so you two don't pour Elmer's glue into kunikidas hair :3

Gin-

Uh oh... Gin can you really handle reader-

OF COURSE YOU Can!! You can do anything hahaha... (please help I am being hold at gunshot by rea-)

Since she's really shy and all you speak for her though you jumble the words sometimes

"she asked for no pickles ya dumb yard😡🤬😈👿" *turns into a gacha life 2019 demon*

Although she can't keep up with your energy you always understand what she says in a notepad

You even stole bought her a glittered kuromi notepad for you twos personal talking!

Sometimes she sees silly doodles on the corners of the pages

Gin thinks its honestly cute

However if akutagawa founds out about your silly antics around his sister he's gonna give you a death stare

Gin haded to reasure him countless times that you won't eat her whole

I would😋😋😋

After she calmed her brother you always greeted him with "yo bro wassup >:3"

Bad idea😨

It's true your the person talking for her and all but she's gonna go full assassin mode if someone even tries to hurt you

THAT'S MY Girl!!!!! 😍🤩🥰😝 *verlaine bcs he canonically trained gin I think

Anyways you and her share a cute Lil dynamic

Sigma-

T-that gif if him before finding out you were trying to eat the casino coins

"Y/N YOU CAN NOT EAT CASINO COINS" "why :(" "It's NOT FOR EATING" "why :(" "Well you ca-" ":c" "Why the sad face...wait did I shout too loud oh my god y/N I am so sorry.. You know what fine I will take you to the casinos play ground today" ":3"

Sigma.. That face is the face of someone who always gets what they want-😦

Also he sometimes questions how and why you speak in emojis like ":3" or ":("

Teach me your ways bestay😏

But please he's so insecure don't do that to my pookie😭🙏

He sometimes question if he has met your type before.. *flashbacks of Nikolai and dazai*

He's gonna go OUT of his way to keep you away from Nikolai bro

Sigma does not want to have a Nikolai dupe as his s/o

But still he might get a bit protective like "y/N be safe" "y/N don't go there" "y/N make sure to wear kneecaps before skating in the hallways of the casi- WAIT"

"don't worry I will be fine!" famous last words

*inserts omori reference here*

He's so tired bro but anything to keep you happy...

You somehow sometimes save him from Nikolai prank

But even so he tries protecting you...afterall no one wants to lose their only home.......

A/N: hope you enjoyed it! Sigmas one was my favorite :33 anyways I think I will do hunting dogs ver. If you guys want!

Divider creds: @junkyukim on pinterest

[fuyine]

Oneshot: Mad by Ne-yo

warnings!!! fluff (maybe a bit of angst???), the character is aged 18+, and there are grammatical errors ahead. Please read with a grain of salt.

Pairings: timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

Dating Sakusa means having to deal with his mysophobia while he also tries to get used to being touchy around you. It was a petty argument when it came to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. He had just arrived home from overtime at practice with the MSBY and had to deal with Bokuto's emo mood throughout the training. He just wanted to eat dinner and sleep with you in his arms.

But things escalated when he saw you facing the door to the entrance of the bathroom, crouching down in front of the cabinet under the sink as you were shuffling some items.

You stopped what you were doing and turned around. He looked at you, noticing that you were wearing a mask and a yellow cleaning latex glove, waiting for you to speak up.

"Omi, you're home," you acknowledged before standing up, lowering your mask with the finger pads of your glove which made him scrunch his nose. "I was arranging your—"

"Arranging?" he cut you off, brows furrowed a little. "Did I ask for it?" Exhaustion and hunger were taking a toll on him, and he couldn't take it that you were touching his stuff when he didn't even ask you to do it.

A little taken aback, your parted lips formed a thin line before you shook your head. Awkwardly shifting your weight on your feet, you looked down at the floor.

You heard him sigh and looked up again to see him running his fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you and crouching down at the cupboards. He scanned the detergent pods, spray bottles, and other cleaning materials before his brows furrowed even deeper.

"I already arranged them according to which product I use most often to least. Detergent pods are different from powders, even if they have the same scent, you can't put them together."

Your lips formed an 'O' shape before looking at him rearrange the items in the cabinet.

"Damn, you even messed up which spray bottle is for floors and tables," he muttered, which didn't escape your ears.

Just how are they different? They're both spray bottles.

Suddenly, he turned around, which took you by surprise. He was glaring at you, and as if he had read your mind, he spoke, "Even if they are both spray bottles, you still have to separate them."

He stood up after closing the cabinet and placed his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you with the same expression. "There are different types of chemicals mixed in their solutions," he said firmly, making you shrink back at his tone.

"What do you think would happen if I used the one with a strong chemical solution in cleaning our dining table, and you, being the airhead you are, put your hands on the countertop and wherever else, and directed it to your skin, hmm? Heck—if even our future child could inherit your clumsiness and touch their face with their hands that touched who knows where I sprayed that kind of solution and get sick, huh?"

You weren't able to comprehend the second sentence as the thought of the possibility of getting to that point already made you swallow a lump in your throat and hang your head low, fidgeting with your fingers while still wearing the yellow latex glove.

Sakusa stood there with his brows raised for a moment, not knowing that you were thinking he was mad at you. But in reality, he was just scolding and lecturing you about the consequences of messing up the arrangement of his cleaning supplies. Although he knew you meant no harm, he just didn't know how to rephrase it.

Waiting for your reply, Sakusa grew anxious. Was he blabbering too much? Was he saying too much? Was he rude? He just wanted to let you know. Yet, he could've said it another way and not rub it in your face.

After a while, you spoke, still not meeting his eye. "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Noticing the shift in your tone, Sakusa anxiously shifted on his feet and was about to say that it wasn't your fault for being ignorant, but the way your body turned around shook him a little.

"I'll try not to touch—arrange them for you," you said, your voice above a whisper, making his throat run dry. "Dinner's at the table, I've already eaten."

As you headed out of the bathroom, he felt the colors drain. Debating whether to walk after you or head to eat, before he knew it, he was already standing at the doorframe of your shared bedroom, unmasked, staring at your back as you lay sideways on the bed.

It shattered him; it was never his intention to indirectly tell you about being so ignorant of all things—his cleaning supplies.

As you lay there, words ran through your mind. Chemicals… they have different kinds? you thought, biting your lower lip as you stared at the dark sky through the windows.

Footsteps on the floorboard could be heard as they approached the bed. Feeling the bed sink at the additional weight, you heard him from behind.

"Love," he started. His voice contrasted with the one he used to scold and lecture you with.

But you were stubborn to hear another from him and cut him off before he could continue, "I've eaten."

"I'm not hungry anymore," surprisingly, he was, after knowing he made you feel a little less after lecturing you like that. Suddenly, you felt a hand slide from behind you to your waist and rest there.

You felt him scoot closer to you until you felt his breath on your nape.

"I'm not mad," he said, closing his eyes as the words that came out of his mouth were reassuring and genuine. "But I'm mad thinking you think I'm mad," he added, his wrap tightening around you, making you tense up but later on relax.

Suddenly, you found yourself unable to answer, and he took it as a sign to continue, "I'm not mad," he repeated. "I was just… a little conscious of the idea of having you touch those without knowing they have different properties."

"But I'm not saying being ignorant on your part is at fault either; you simply didn't know," he quickly added, not wanting you to think of something negative.

"I really… have a way with words, that most people misunderstand," he continued. "But love, please know, I'll never be mad at you for not knowing something that is beyond your field of expertise," he said softly, finally opening his eyes.

Feeling your heart flip a little at his confession, you turned around, completely facing him as you spoke quietly, "You're not…?"

Sakusa's expression softened, glad that you were now facing him. "I'm not," he said, reaching for your chin and lifting it up for you to look in his eyes. "And I don't want you to go to bed, mad at me, or thinking that I am, to you."

Your heart was beating abnormally fast. True, he has a way with words, but his confession had just made you forget about your little exchange in the bathroom.

As you were about to reply, a stomach growl interrupted you. Sakusa, whose face was now uncharacteristically red, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around his torso. "You should really eat," you said softly, only to hear a muffled groan from your neck followed by incoherent words that you couldn't make out. "Hmm?"

"Eat with me," he said, leaning back from your neck, his face no longer red. "No, at least, watch me eat," he rephrased, making your lips curl up in a smile, earning a nod from you.

"Alright."

requests are open!

[bbutterflies]

i was gonna request angst but oh my god . shadyclaw and taking care of the other after a fight.

SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!!! here u go isa some emos just for u…

tw: blood

Claw Noir was only out because he was tired of being Adrien for today. After a grueling photoshoot where he’d been completely ignored by his dad, the last thing he wanted was to sit in his empty house and pretend things were fine. He was irritated to see Shadybug out, too, toying with her yo-yo as she wandered across rooftops.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you,” Claw sneered, hoping to get a rise out of her. It would at least be more fun than he’d had all day.

Shadybug rolled her eyes. “I’ve had a shit day, fleabag. I don’t need you to make it worse.”

Claw Noir scowled back at her. “Ever imagine my life might be worse than whatever stupid drama you have going on?”

“Fuck off!” Shadybug shoved him by the shoulders. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? No one could be as sad as you?”

“Maybe I do.” Claw shoved her back. “Definitely worse than you, roach. What could you possibly have going on? Not the prettiest girl in school?”

Shady threw a punch that Claw easily dodged. “You’re so pathetic.”

“You’re the one who can’t land a hit.”

“You’ll just go home and cry to mommy about it, won’t you?”

It flipped a switch. This wasn’t funny anymore. Claw lunged forward to try to strike back, but Shady caught his wrist. “Shut up!” he hissed.

“Oh, does mommy not love you?” she said, tightening her grip.

Claw grabbed her arm in both of his hands and used her own leverage to flip her over his shoulder. She landed on her back with a growl and wasted no time in kicking her legs up straight into Claw’s stomach. He didn’t let go. “You don’t get to talk about my mom!”

“Who’s gonna stop me?” Shadyclaw pulled down and Claw slammed into the rooftop next to her.

He didn’t give her an answer. She didn’t deserve it. He’d just have to show her.

She’d managed to get onto her knees, leaning over him with her first already made, but he wasn’t going to just take it. He needed the upper hand back. A kick to her side was enough to catch her off guard so he could jump back up to his own feet.

They knew each other well, for better or worse, and Claw predicted her next move of trying to knock his feet out from under him. He dodged, and she did the same when he tried to pin her back to the ground.

It was a familiar give and take, push and pull; they did this often. Claw would never admit it out loud, but he enjoyed it. Sometimes after a particularly bad day, the only thing he could count on was Shadybug being in just as bad a mood.

Claw wasn’t going to let her off easy, though. He was aiming for her shoulder, trying to knock her off balance, but she moved and his claws caught her face instead. She lunged forward, her shoulder catching Claw in his stomach and forcing him to double over. When he looked up again, something was wrong. Bright red and dripping down her cheek.

“Stop it!” Claw Noir grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her back against the nearest wall.

Shady struggled in his grip. “Get your paws off of me!”

“You’re bleeding!” he hissed. “Sit still for one second!”

Shadybug glared back but did as he asked.

Claw Noir reached a hand out towards her cheek, gingerly brushing his fingers near the marks he’d left. She hissed in pain – he’d done a good job.

He didn’t apologize. He never did. But he could at least try to fix it.

“Just leave it,” Shadybug said. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do!” Claw Noir glared at her. “Shut up!”

Shadybug glared back at him but kept her mouth firmly shut.

Claw shrugged off his jacket (it’s not like they had much else in the way of first aid) and tore off part of a sleeve. He was pretty sure it’d fix itself the next time he transformed, anyway, but he didn’t really care either way. He pressed the fabric against the scratches in her cheek to try to stop the bleeding.

“Ow!”

“Do you want my help or not?”

Shadybug huffed. “It can’t be that bad.”

“Lucky Charm yourself a mirror, then, genius. It’s bleeding a lot.”

Shady reached up to where her suit met skin and pulled her hand away to look at the blood on her fingers. She didn’t say anything. She just looked so defeated.

“I didn’t mean it,” Claw Noir said.

“I know. It’s fine.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’ll get a cool scar out of it.”

“You’ll finally have something to thank me for.”

“Whatever, fleabag,” she said, but Claw was pretty sure he saw a hint of a smile on her face.

[thegnomelord]

ough reading y/n fics were a battle of the mind and gen the reason i always hated them is that you were always weak?? Esp when i could only find fem ones i always felt weird and icky (wow i womder why im non binary masc today) cuz it just felt like y/n was being constantly infantlized when they were a whole ass adult 🧍

(and this is the reason i really feel more comfy w male fics on here, glancing at some female fics who make ghost n other 141 this bad boys and weird near abusive when there just guys and not emo heartthrobs .. all the male fic writers ive seen make them seem human and alive Which i like 🥳)

Sorry for ranting 😭

I have a theory that most of the 'weak y/n' stories were written by kids when we were kids ourselves. You know how like, you want to write about yourself, but writing some 14 yo character with a grown ass man feels icky, so you create a y/n with your own qualities just aged up. Afaik i've seen them happen in more mainstream popular film fandoms tbh.

The opposite of that is the power fantasy where you're super uber powerful and your mom's a queen and your dad's the devil or some shit. That's usually in more off the beaten path type of fandoms. I was in the transformers Prime fandom growing up so I saw a lot of the power fantasy types of fics tbh.

Also that's fair and also why I got into writing for cod tbh; wanted to read fics with the 141 but even some of the gn reader fics I saw had the 141 acting practically the opposite of how they are in cannon so I decided, fuck it, gonna do it myself lol :Dd

[v-67]

JJK S2 SPOILER ALERT!!

Watching S2 of JJK and I'm actually scared

I've kinda seen spoilers (which is why I hate spoilers) which hinted that the ending is too much. (Don't tell me anything though, idk the ending, I've just heard it's brutal)

But it's like, now I know it's going to be something brutal and it's difficult to face that.

So I'm watching S2 after having postponed it for such a long time.

And I swear, it has me gasping and laughing and fearing and everything.

And why, wHy. Why every time a character goes like : I wanna see everyone, I wanna be with everyone. And bang. Killed. 🙃

Also, rip Mechamaru. That was sad. He had just gotten his body, and he wanted to see everyone and then, again🙃

The emotional torment is brutal.

And I'm so worried about these 3 idiots, and when I saw Gojo's past w Geto, and the whole thing of protecting the star plasma vessel, in this case, Amanai, and the thing that later on happened which I referred up above.

I kinda wanna pin point what exactly was it that triggered Geto.

Was it those monks who were laughing like that? Was it Amanai's death? Or was it this over all perception which just pushed him into thinking this way towards the end? And I know he wants to build a world only w sorcerers, which will in turn/ might in turn put an end to cursed spirits or atleast limit them but I'm not sure how exactly would that happen.

But when they showed Geto's perspective, the part where he says, Exorcise, absorb.... Repeat repeat repeat. And he explains how the taste of the cursed spirit is like the one of a cloth which was used to wipe vomit. And all of that. And that is the end of the future of him as a jujutsu sorcerer seeing the dead bodies of his friends. I kinda got him a little bit, of why he was being driven towards such a goal. But I'm still not absolutely clear. I want to know what exactly triggered him, the exact point. Was it Amanai, was it seeing the dead body of his friend, was it Gojo's words, was it those star something monks? WHAT exactly was it.

And what exactly is his end goal. How is he going to do it. And why did he say that to Gojo while going away. He tells him, Are you Gojo Satoru because you are the strongest, or are you the strongest because you are Gojo Satoru? And adds to that, that if he was him, this goal would be achievable. And that he has chosen his way of life/path or something along these lines. EXPLAIN ME WHAT exactly do you mean by that? It is a bit ambiguous or am I thinking too much within that.

Also Jjk has so much information dump in every single episode😗, Like pls wait, let me comprehend what exactly is happening. I still don't have a proper grasp on what exactly is Gojo's power. Like i know, but I want to know.

Young nanami looked so much like an emo kid

Yo, also I'm worried about what's going to happen next. I'm actually a little scared of watching the next few episodes.

And also also, as of now from the place I am at anime i am given to understand that Yuji will have to die in the end because it's like what the contract was and all of that. A part of me still hopes ah, that we'll figure out something and he'll survive. But within these probabilities, where 70% weighs on death due to Sukuna and that contract and etc, I get really really sad because I don't want him to die.

I'm also worried about Megumi, the man was hell bent okay w dying. No. Not allowed sorry. I also hope his sister wakes up and that they all live happily.

I'm worried about Nobara too, she's also very unhinged. I love her unhinged energy though.

I wanna see Inumaki. He's my 🫶

Will post this after I complete the whole season 2.

Or Maybe I'll post this and make another post when I watch more episodes.

I'll post them together because i don't want someone accidentally spoiling it for me🙃❤️

Do not spoil it for me. I hate and despise spoilers. Okay? Please. Sending warm hugs. So don't, okay? Thanks.

Isss time to conquer our fears so letssss watch ahead.

.......

Oh hey, it's not so bad

I was fearing that Gojo was going to get sealed and that was it and the thought made me anxious

But they're all fighting and would get him back

Also the fights are SO SO SO GOOD.

The action is so beautifully choreographed

And it's a relief that Geto is not really Geto, Geto's body reacting to Gojo's words really made me happy. So who is this bitch in Geto's body.

Also JJK 0 is canon and relevant to the current storyline, I had no idea, I've watched it 3 times, it's crazy good.

I'm on episode 14 right now. And it's intense and dark and the fights are crazy good.

I felt bad for Ino :(( and also Ichiji san :((

Felt really really great when Nanami just broke that stupid guy <3

Also somehow Toji is now resurrected???? I was happy he was dead because I was worried about him meeting Megumi or something but what

I hope they get to break Gojo's seal.

And I hope no one dies.

.....

So I finished watching it🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

Nanami died🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

Idk if Nobara is alive?🙃🙃🙃

Inumaki's arm🙃

Yuji sentenced to death🙃🙃🙃

What in the fuck🙃

Gojo is still sealed🙃🙃🙃

Not the principal also being sentenced to death🙃🙃

And Gojo as a co-conspirator???? Are they out of their mind???? I think all this passing of orders is instigated from one more guy who was a traitor who is in the higher ups.

Also found out that within Geto is that creepy guy obsessed with curses from over 150 years ago

I never disliked Choso, he is a curse but he's a little different, and in the end him calling Yuji his brother was just out of the books. There must be some sort of connection though. (That scene where panda asks Yuji if he's sure he's not releasing some kinda pheromones because first Todo and now this guy)

Also Toji coming back was so out of the books, and the way he just killed himself after, it was somehow so emotional and carried so much feelings and heaviness. He did care for Megumi after all. And he helped all of them a lot tbf

Also I hope Todo is okay, and in his locket was the picture of Itadori and that idol, it was weird and sweet both😭😭😭

The stupid guy in Geto's body put the curse on 2 people, 1 was Megumi's sister and who is the other one? And what's going to happen to Megumi's sister. It's scary. (Don't give me spoilers, I'm curious, but don't spoil it)

Everything took a dark turn and I have to wait for years now to see what happens next🙃 ( I mean I know I can read but I wanna watch anime) (don't give me spoilers pls)

But seriously what the fuck🙃

Not Nanami guys, not Nanami😭

The fights were indeed crazy good but the trauma is greater🙃

....

Completed watching JJK S2, I was right when I said in the beginning that I was scared to watch it.

30th June, 2024.

[ineedanormalname]

I made a small silly AI of High School AU Jack:D

And I still like an idea of him being emo kid, I'm sorry:__)

Be aware: he can (and will) be a dick in the beginning. But also pretty rizzable as testing by my fellow simps showed>:)

He's a senior year student and 18 yo just for you to know:}

Also my friend made this amazing art of him. I love it so much 😭😭

[skierisa]

I don’t believe I’m familiar with your ocs so feel free to choose any but 🐉🗡️🧠

I think I could briefly talk about the three of them!

🐉 - Valerie is the only elemental master in her family, neither Nessa or Kenichi have any elemental powers. However, Kenichi taught himself how to use magic once the realms merged. The only power Vanessa has is the shape shifting ability shared by the people of her realm (is just a bit different than the Formlings).

🗡️ - Valerie is very good in combat, but she tends to forget she doesn't need to block and face every attack. Her chosen weapon are iron war fans. Kenichi mostly uses magic and does some sort of jiujitsu style of fight. Vanessa is the "weakest" among them, but knows some capoeira moves and learned how to use the naginata as a hobby (later she would take these more seriously).

🧠 - okay, this might be too long, so sorry in advance

Valerie and Kenichi were first created in 2017 because I wanted werewolf edgy OC's. Valerie used to use an axe instead of war fans, but her overall werewolf thingy and appearance were always the same. She also always had an "alt" aesthetic, or as alt as I could go as a 12 yo in the late 2010's thinking emo was very hardcore (ah, 12yo me was so dumb). I tried my best for her not to be a Mary Sue as well, so her outspoken and impulsive personality was always there. She was also created to be paired with Lloyd and they also always had this "haters to friends to lovers" dynamic. Again, as time went by, I needed to add good personality traita for her as well and I thought that her explosive/impulsive personality would contrast well with her being super nice and patient with kids and actually enjoying to be around them. 2017 Valerie could never! One cool detail about her desing is that her lighter brown locks were inspired by my hair when I was 12. It had lighter, slightly blonde locks because I used to be under the sun a lot (if I try doing this nowadays I'll turn to ashes lol)

Kenichi only started to get a personality once I reworked him like I year ago. He was very different, but things that are still the same is that he has black hair and he smokes (also knows how to use a gun). He started as a comedic relief character, but as time went by I hugged the idea of him being morally grey, yet funny, but always with a card in his sleeve, wishing nothing but the best for the world (he's literally chaotic good rn). The scar on his eye was originally present as a "future self" thing, like, he'd get it during Valerie's fan season, but I liked the idea so I made it part of him from the start of the story.

Nessa was created randomly when I was 12 because I wanted to give Valerie some drama that wasn't "her parents are dead" kind of drama, so I thought adding a surprise twin sister would be nice. Well it wasn't, and I knew that, so I killed Nessa off and she became a vangeful spirit only Valerie could see. When I decided to rework Valerie, I revisited Vanessa's concept, whose personality seemed to never be right. Having recently watched C09 gameplays and Scott Pilgrim movies (plus reading the comics) I thought mixing Jecka and Julie Powers with a character from Teen Monica's Gang (Denise) would be funny. I did this because Nessa's personality would always end up as "too shy to live" or "too superficial to be interesting", so I gave her this "she's an asshole" kind of personality, except it's just because she's harsh and likes to take care of others, so her harshness is because of her wish to see others doing well. Like she has redeemable qualities that's what I mean ldhdkdjfi

Anyway, that's it! Thank you very much for the ask, I love talking about my OC's and thought this game would be a fun way to talk about them without doing 100s of random posts fhjdhdjd

[grapefruit-personified]

Yo who is being an ass to you I just want to talk. Let’s stop being so comfortable hiding behind keyboards and respect that even on an app people have boundaries and some people are trying to tell you nicely that you are crossing said boundaries. It’s the same people who cross boundaries that will claim someone is rude or bitchy, no we are people who have lives off the app and use this as a a safe space don’t ruin it. Lots of us came here during our emo and depressed era some of you are apparently coming during the entitlement era (I’m looking at some of you disrespectful anons) go away if you’re going to be rude.

I think a lot of people take setting boundaries as being an asshole and like sorry but I don’t waver on that at all. I have been through way to much to just sit and let people cross those lines with me. The friends I have wether on here or in person know this and none of them think I’m harsh. You can ask some of them yourselves