#too much action for today💀

[chappellrroan]

guddu calling your keyboard unfuckable, you conivncing Kuhu her sand castles tower looks like a nipple? KAB KIDHAR KYA KAISE

also why the fuck are kuhu and voiz having a pokemon battles

ask that rude human😔 @a-really-hot-caterpillar why u hate my sexy keyboard

Actually wait I'll let you access the pic yourself lmao (pic credits: @kuhuchan )

those two always bicker like tom and jerry atp main bss beech main maze leti hu lmao

[4giorno]

wow i finally continued the re4 remake and yeah i got through the part i was stuck on but also in the chapter summary i saw i had died only 7 times even tho i felt like it had been like 15. goes to show that yea i rlly lose patience to even try if i dont get something right immediately

[elordilover]

Hellooo ✨️ Could you write a friends to lovers walker x reader where reader plays walker's love interest ? Like everyone in the cast can see they like each other but them, and they get jealous when other people show interest in each other? Thank youu ❤️‍🩹

yess! thank you so much for the request!

“just friends”

pairing: walker scobell x fem! reader

summary: you play walker’s love interest in the pjo series, but is your romance just for the cameras?

warnings: none, not proofread, sorry if this is like my other friends to lovers with walker, it’s my fav trope i can’t help myself 💀

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“cmon just talk to him, everyone can tell you guys like each other!” dior told you.

“yeah i like him but he doesn’t like me i promise, we’ve had this conversation a million times already!” you told her.

“okay but the way he looks at you says otherwise”, she said, trying to prove her point. “Y/N i promise he does, i’ll ask him today”

“wait don’t”, you said quickly grabbing her phone, “don’t ask him, then he’ll know that i like him!”

“that’s the whole point Y/N! we are trying to set you up”, she protested.

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meanwhile:

“dude she likes you i promise”, aryan told walker.

“she could have anyone else, she would never date me”, walker said.

“i promise, just talk to her about it. you guys hang out all the time, aren’t you guys hanging out tomorow? just ask her then”, aryan said while putting this plan into action.

“no. tomorrows too early, maybe after the press tour”

“promise?” aryan said while he stuck out his pinky.

“promise.” walker said while bringing out his pinky and sealing the promise.

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it was the day after you and dior had the conversation. you were with walker right now, laying on his bed and talking, randomly showing each other tiktoks. he felt like home.

walker turned his head to look at you, “are you ready for all the interviews?”

“kind of. i’m excited to wear cute outfits, but not excited for dumb questions”, being this close to him game you butterflies. you could see his light freckles and the light pink flush on his cheeks. his beautiful blue eyes shined in the sun. you were sure your cheeks were bright red.

“same, im excited to be back with everyone though” he said while looking right into your eyes.

“same!!”, you said excitingly, “i can’t wait to see aryan again he’s so funny”, you said.

“yeah…. he is”, walker replied seeming more distant, you didn’t know why though. he kind of seemed jealous because you mentioned aryan.

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it was the first day of the press tour, it was the pjo series premier. you got dressed with leah and dior in your hotel room, there was also hairdressers and stylists with you. you were wearing a beautiful blue gown, with lace sleeves. leah was wearing a beautiful gold and blue gown.

you guys met up with the guys before walking the carpet for interviews, walker was wearing a deep navy suit. it complemented his eyes so well. he looked beautiful.

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“how did your relationships grow during filming?”, the interviewer asked, she had long beautiful blond hair with a gold dress.

“yeah i definitely grew closer to everyone during filming, especially walker and aryan, since i was filming with them all the time. i consider them my best friends now, they are the funniest people ive ever met. and ive met the coolest people through filming this show”, you replied reminiscing on your filming experience.

“amazing. what was your favorite scene to film?”, she asked noticing how you kept looking toward the left, where walker was being interviewed.

“ummmmm”, you said trying to find and answer. you looked over to walker to find a familiar face. you saw the lights hit his face in a way that he looked magical. you could stare at that face forever. he turned his head and looked at you, your cheeks heated up immediately as he waved to you.

“my favorite scene to film was probably a scene in the last episode. i can’t spoil anything but it was definitely my favorite to film, you’ll guys will see soon!!”

“niceeee well we will let you go! you look beautiful tonight Y/N!”

“thank you! you do too!” you replied.

you walked to the left and walked past walker.

“Y/N!” he called out to you, “come here” you walked back over to him and he stretched out his arms to hug you.

“hey Y/N” the interviewer said, “there’s one question i’ve been dying to ask you both”

“hi! what is it?” you said as walker also said “okay, ask away”

“okay, are you guys sure there’s nothing going on backstage with you guys?” he asked.

“oh um”, you said nervously, you didn’t know what to answer, so you let walker,

“no, there’s not. we are best friends tho! but yeah we keep the romance on screen” walker answers while you nodded to his answer.

even though you guys weren’t dating, that hurt for him to say. it shouldn’t, but it does. you felt betrayed. there was really no reason for feeling this way.

“but are you sure you are “just friends”’ he asked again.

“we are sure, i promise”, you answered to give walker a break.

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it was a couple days after the premier, you till replayed walker looking at you and hugging you in your mind. you and the younger kids of the cast were hanging out.

“oh my god”, dior said while she was scrolling through her phone.

“what”, you all said in unison.

“i’m gonna send it, y’all have to see this”, she replied.

you picked up your phone and watched the tiktok she sent all of you. it was a tiktok using the clips from the premier shipping you and walker. your cheeks immediately flushed and you looked over at walker. his cheeks grew a light pink and he gave you an upside down smile.

“stop it right now”, aryan said while slightly laughing.

“i mean it’s a good ship”, walker said quietly while shrugging his shoulders.

“i mean yeah it is”, you agreed as you liked the video and saved it.

“i see these all the time, y’all are cute”, dior said while smiling ear to ear.

“they are!!” aryan agreed.

you looked over at walker and noticed how red his cheeks were, yours were too. maybe he did like you all this time….

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thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated!

*i will most likely write a part 2 for this so send in ideas for it!!*

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[temiizpalace]

Hiii! I'm new here but I really love ur works so far! Anyways, I wanted to request Idia with Ortho supporting him and Azul for the 1. MOVIE DATE prompt from the event. Feel free to turn down my request, have a nice day/night!💫

☆┊MOVIE DATE! FOR ALL 3 OF US..(💀+ 🤖 vs. 🐙)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH ASKED YOU OUT ON A MOVIE DATE AT THE SAME TIME! HOW WILL THEY WIN YOU OVER IF HE IS HERE TOO?

CHARACTERS: idia shroud vs. azul ashengrotto (ft. ortho)

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, platonic ortho (rooting for idia)

NOTES: azul has NOT been winning the prefects heart lately. thank you for your request and welcome!!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

you were ortho’s best friend.

that’s what idia thought for the most part. not that it bothers him much, please continue to be. he has never seen his little brother happier, the excitement in his voice melting his heart. two of his favorite people getting along well, this must be what heaven felt like. wish he could get there too.

“we have tons of CDs and old movies back at our dorm too!” ortho smiles, chatting away with you at a desk. “really? what kind of movies?” you ask, smiling and listening intently as he lists the movies one by one. you could barely keep track of them all! idia felt a small smile tug at his lips, admiring the view before inventively snapping back out of it.

“idia, i still believe it is your turn.” azul clears his throat, pointing to the board game on the table. “o-oh yeah, right.” he stammers, drawing a card and performing the said action. it could just be him, but idia could swear azul looks much more smiley than usual today. creepy.. he’s not even winning.

“fufu.. perfect.” he mutters, moving his piece on the board. oh yeah, definitely creepy. “uhm, azul.. you’re literally losing right now.. not something to be proud of, yknow.” idia states bluntly, taking his turn. “i am well aware, but thank you for your kind words, idia.” azul responds sarcastically.

it was a little back and forth, but eventually idia won the game. board game club ended a little earlier than they both had anticipated. “done already?” you ask, hopping off of the desk. “i don’t think azul was really trying, but a win is a win.” idia shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “yes, yes, congratulations idia. i must say i am impressed.” azul cuts in, standing between the both of you.

“prefect! just the person i was looking for,” he smiles charmingly, much to idia’s small annoyance. “mostro lounge is planning a movie night before winter break, and i was wondering if you’d like to test watch our projector?” azul proposes, leaving you confused. “huh? can you repeat that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“would you like to watch a movie in the mostro lounge this evening? we need to test our projector, and you are perfectly suited for this job!” he beams, making you skeptical. “what’s the price?” anyone and everyone knows better than to take an octavinelle students words at face value. there’s always a string attached, but you need to find out what. “the price is you get to watch a movie in the mostro lounge nor free of charge, and in return i receive the feedback you provide.”

“really?!” you and idia shout in unison, startling azul for a moment as you raised your voices. “of course, i’ll be there alongside you! it’ll be just the two of us.” he grins, holding his hand out for a handshake. “damn.. free movies is hard to pass up.” you mumble, thinking about it for a moment. this seems sketchy.. but after a stressful day.. maybe.

in the nearby corner, ortho could see the look in his brothers eyes. jealousy. taking a quick scan of the room, his brothers heart rate was at an all time high! it doesn’t even beat that much during PE! even scanning azul’s heart rate, it was just like idia’s. so that’s how it is.. if idia liked you.. then..

you’d be his older sibling-in law? that sounds AMAZING! but wait. if azul is asking you out to a movie right now, that could monopolize the chances of you being his cool in law! we can’t have that! time for cupid to intervene. ortho. ortho is cupid.

“sounds pretty fun..” you mumbled as you assessed your options. “i got movies too yknow.” idia pouts, muttering phrases under his breath. “im sorry, what was that, idia?” azul asks, raising his brow. “he said we should tag along, too!” ortho interjects, startling azul. “i beg your pardon?”

“that’s actually a great idea!” you smile at the now energetic ortho, not noticing a grumbling octopus next to you. “i apologize, but this deal is for the prefect only..” azul sighs, trying to keep the act. “that’s fine. we can pay to get in. plus, ignihyde dorm is known for its tech expertise!” ortho chimes, seeming innocent when underneath this all he’s just trying to score his brother a date. sorta.

“those are excellent points.. and there’s money involved..?” azul grumbles, gritting his teeth. “ortho, what are you doing?!” idia panics, feeling anxiousness bubble up in his stomach. “didn’t you wanna watch movies with [MC]? im helping! and besides, i wanna spend time with them too.” ortho giggles, giving you a hug.

“aww.. ortho! azul, please let them come along!” you plead, patting ortho’s head while looking at azul sadly. how he hates the way you look at him. putting him in a position where he must accept how could you. “hmmph.. if they’re willing to pay the toll, then perhaps..” he gives in, crossing his arms with a pout. “yay! you hear that idia! we’re watching movies together!” you point, putting him on the spot.

“c-cool, i guess.. hopefully it’s not some trash movie..” idia throws you a thumbs up, standing near the desk awkwardly as you and ortho celebrated. azul felt disappointed. another plan of his foiled, job well done. he can’t resist you! it’s killing him! he even selected a scary movie for this occasion! you have to be joking!

it was all perfect too.. with you visiting the board game club and all. he should’ve waited for idia and ortho to leave but he got excited. curses! they even offered money just to go! “i’ll see you later this evening, prefect! idia, ortho, you too. please hand the necessary payment at the door.” he smiles, walking out the door swiftly.

“hey azul, why are ya looking so pissed today?” floyd asks, watching as the housewarden laid on the couch extremely still. “his date plans have been foiled. truly tragic.” jade answered, not sounding empathetic in the least. “shrimpy is hot on the market, yknow. nice try but ya gotta do better than that, chief.” floyd states bluntly, poking azul’s sides. “enough! both of you out, now!” he suddenly rises, pointing to the door of the VIP lounge.

“we’ll get the lounge set up for you then. floyd, let’s leave azul to his tantrum for now.” jade chuckles, walking by towards the exit. “i am NOT having a tantrum.” he groans, seeing as the twins cackled before they left. such lovely right hand men. how supportive of them. this is bad. diving deeper into it, what if you liked idia back? dated him? married him? start a family?!

the panic is overwhelming! he has to win your heart by tonight or he can kiss his happy ending goodbye. you’re already close to ortho, which is already a lose on his part. he is playing matchmaker, which means his current enemy isn’t idia.. it’s ortho. that damn robot! very well, two can play at that game. with this horror movie, you’ll be crawling up to him and screaming with fear. he’ll watch ortho and idia stare with a bitter glare as you cozy up to him. (delusional)

he’s going to win your heart, no matter what. whether you’re a machine, human, beastmen, whatever, nothing is going to stand in his way.

he actually cried during the movie and nestled up to you but shhhhh. (idia and ortho were smugly glaring, but also lowkey annoyed).

A/N: im going through writers block NOOOO

date published: 9/9/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[writingduhh]

hii so i was wondering if you could do hansumfella x chef!reader and tyler’s doing a cooking stream and she helps him do it doesn’t turn out like ass 😇🙏🏼

You got it!! Hope this is okkk! I’m still new to writing for him so bear with me

Hansumfella || Cooking Stream

Tyler had been hyping up his cooking stream for weeks. He wanted to show off his culinary skills—or at least try to acquire some. You, his partner and a professional chef, had reluctantly agreed to help him when he had offered.

The stream started with Tyler setting up the camera, greeting his audience with his usual charm.

"Hey everyone, welcome to today's special cooking stream! I have my beautiful partner, Y/N, here to make sure I don't burn down the kitchen."

“YEESSS Y/N!”

“Finally some good food 😭”

“I missed y/n sm”

“Y/N SAVE US.”

You waved to the camera, smiling warmly. "Hi everyone! I'm here to guide Tyler and hopefully, we’ll create something delicious together. Or well, at least edible.” You jest, earning a big reaction from chat.

“BURN”

“$10 he still ruins it.”

“I can actually relax now because he won’t die.”

“Edible 💀”

The plan was to make a simple dish: spaghetti carbonara. Tyler had chosen it because it sounded fancy, but you knew it was straightforward enough for a beginner with some guidance.

"Alright, first step is to boil the pasta. Fill that pot with water and add a generous amount of salt."

Tyler followed instructions, making faces at the camera as he poured the salt. "Is this generous enough?" he asked, holding up the container.

"More," you replied with a chuckle. "You want the water to taste like the ocean." He nodded and proceeded to pour more into the pan. Once he saw the excess salt on his hands he had an idea.

“Hey y/n, y/n, look. Want something salty?” He smirks, his lips now covered in salt.

You rolled your eyes playfully, fighting a smile. "Focus, Romeo. We've got a meal to make."

“Nope. You have to taste some or I won’t help anymore.” He mumbles, lips still puckered.

“But this is your stream… Oh alright.” You playfully scoff, accepting his kiss much to the amusement of the chat.

As the water heated up, you moved on to preparing the pancetta. You showed Tyler how to dice it properly, and he mimicked your actions, though his pieces were noticeably uneven.

"Perfect," you said encouragingly. "Now, let's get that cooking in the pan. Low and slow, we want it crispy but not burnt."

The chat couldn’t help but chime in

“PERFECT?!”

“It looks like he ripped them apart by hand”

“Helll nah 💀”

“Y/n is so patient…. Couldn’t be me”

Tyler narrated every step dramatically for the audience, keeping them entertained with his usual antics. "Look at me, slicing and dicing like a pro. How am I doing, chef?" He turned to you with an exaggeratedly hopeful look.

"Not bad, but don’t quit your day job," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

"Harsh, but fair," Tyler laughed. "I guess I’ll have to rely on my charm to keep you around."

You smirked, leaning closer. "Maybe if you cook this meal right, you'll earn a reward later." You we’re honestly quite shocked by your own words, but it was too late to take them back.

Tyler’s eyes widened, and he turned back to the camera with a grin. "You hear that, chat? High stakes tonight!"

Things started to get more chaotic when Tyler accidentally knocked over the pepper grinder, spilling peppercorns all over the counter. "Uh, that was intentional. That’s what we call 'seasoning the kitchen' in the industry…” he joked, bending down to pick them up.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Less seasoning the kitchen, more seasoning the food."

While whisking the eggs and cheese together, Tyler got a bit too enthusiastic, splattering some of the mixture onto his shirt. "Ah shit. Looks like I’m adding some extra flavor.”

You handed him a towel, still chuckling. "Try not to add yourself to the recipe."

"Noted," Tyler said, dabbing at his shirt. To his dismay he only made the stain worse.

“Ugh. Should I just take my shirt off?”

“I mean, that’s up to you.”

“Nah, I won’t. That’s only for you to see.” He winks, your face uncontrollably turning red as a sea of comments emerge.

"Alright, now comes the tricky part," you said, your tone a bit more serious. "When the pasta is done, we're going to mix it with the egg and cheese mixture off the heat, so the eggs cook gently and make a creamy sauce."

"No pressure, right?" Tyler joked, though a hint of nerves showed in his voice.

"You’ve got this," you assured him, placing a hand on his arm. "And I’m right here to help."

When it came time to drain the pasta, Tyler nearly lost the whole pot in the sink, fumbling with the colander. "Crisis averted!" he declared triumphantly, holding up the drained pasta.

You shook your head, laughing. "Careful! You almost dropped it."

Tyler made exaggerated whisking motions, earning laughs from both you and the chat. "Is this how you do it, or am I just showing off my guns?"

"Less showing off, more whisking. We want it smooth and creamy, not chunky."

"Got it, boss," Tyler said with a mock salute.

You managed the final steps together, Tyler following your lead. When they plated the carbonara, it actually looked—and smelled—delicious. Tyler took a dramatic bite on camera, his eyes widening in exaggerated delight.

"This is amazing! You’re a miracle worker, Y/N," he said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek as his arm slung over your shoulder

You blushed, smiling at the camera. "Couldn’t have done it without my amazing assistant."

Tyler turned back to the audience with a grin. "Alright, chat, if you liked this stream, let me know, and maybe Y/N will come back for another round. What do you say?"

The chat exploded with enthusiastic responses, and Tyler wrapped up the stream with a promise to cook more often—with your help, of course. As the camera turned off, he pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Thanks for saving my bacon—literally," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer. "Now, about that reward…"

[reddesires]

Derelict. [Blue Eyes x Human!Reader]

Reference: This Imagine

Implied Blue Eyes x Human!Reader

Rating: Angst (a resolved ending).

Fandom: Planet Of The Apes

A/N: My first angst/Blue Eyes work on my blog as of now, hopefully many more to come in the near future. Can you believe I was listening to Bartender by T-Pain while writing this 💀

"Father, am I an outcast?" The question hung in the air with such intensity that the truth of the question didn't even have to be reflected on, there was always an inkling lingering in the reality of your mind, it was just hard to come to terms with it. How could you possibly be an outsider when this was truly all you really knew?

Maurice was your father, and the colony was your home. You very much knew that you were a human, but were you truly one of them if you were raised by the likes of apes? You wondered on that often, Maurice and Caesar were your looking glass into the world you barely got a taste of. Your reflection was only a reminder that you just may be the last of your species.

"No, you are a part of us." Your father signed to you, his expression firm and his reassurance sturdy, but you felt nothing as such. You felt as if your foundation was unstable and on the cusp of collapse. You felt your body's heavy movements as a sigh escape the entrapment of your lungs as the previous events weighed down on your mind.

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Taking walks on your own were nothing out of the norm for you sometimes you just felt residing too long within the confines of the colony is overbearing and in a way you understood that it was normal for humans or says Caesar, Maurice tends to explain a bit more in detail human concepts whilst Caesar often keeps it short and simple, you don't push for more information from him since the distant look in his eye triggers something reminiscent of empathy inside of you.

Though your relationship with Caesar is best described as being at arms length, your relationship with his eldest son Blue Eyes was an entirely different story. Blue eyes was your kindred spirit since the moment you were taken in. He and Ash became your close companions, and thus, a trio formed in the midst of uneasiness of a human child amongst the ape colony.

It wasn't long before you became one of them and you being just a child, you were of no harm to any of them and since you were taken under the wing of the most trusted member of the colony, there was hardly any protests aside from Koba and his great distaste of the apparently bloodthirsty (gremlin) human child standing before him.

You jump over a fallen over tree that rested 2 feet away from a reserved area that you, blue eyes and Ash often habituated since it was so close to the river you all would fish from, you hadn't seen blue eyes or Ash so far today so you figured that you'd find here waiting on you to catch up with since you slept in today.

As you approached, you heard multiple voices jeering in tone, feeling an anxious feeling creeping up your throat so you cautiously crouch, making sure to keep out of sight in the tall grass watching within a reasonable distance.

You see Blue Eyes and Ash with their backs to you but with their hunched over position it seems that this encounter with the clique of young apes infront of them was anything but pleasant, the opposing apes had mannerisms that came off as condescending and taunting as they seemed to tower over your friends.

"Blue eyes weak.. for being friends with weak human" the male ape huffed out a laugh, the other apes following the action, they were amused by the way blue eyes turned into himself, by his body language you can tell he was on the defensive and you feared that it could possibly break out in a brawl but your body refused to move from your position to interfere.

The group were following Blue Eyes and Ash's movements almost as if they had the intention of corning them somehow but now you were in view of your friends fronts, their expressions and hand signs on full display for you.

Blue eyes had a stressed and almost kicked puppy dog simper while Ash looked at the apes with a leer. Clearly, he was almost at his limit of being mocked upon.

You gazed at Blue Eyes' hands, and he signed out his response. "I'm not weak. She's just an outcast." His signing was harsh and precise in nature, as if he was trying to express the finality with the subject to get it over with, ash's face contorted with clear disagreement and shock within a second.

You mouth fell open in disbelief and a gasp was ripped from your chest, the sound exposing your location to the nearby apes, Blue Eyes' face fell as he met your watery gaze, the group of apes hooted with exclamations of mirth at your presence, you couldn't keep your composure as you turned to run back down the path back towards the colony.

Morbid thoughts ran rapid in your head along with memories that contained blue eyes in the them, the memories of moments you two shared, how you two snuck off into the woods late at night to get a glimpse of the night sky with no one else but each other, your hands barely grazing as you laid next to each in the clear area or the time when he carried you on his back rushing back to the colony when you fell out of tree and bruised your entire right side, he proceeded to stay by your side your entire recovery. Did that even mean anything to him? Did he even care about you at all?

You heard a hard and fast pounding on the dirt ground before you felt a warm calloused hand grab your wrist, but you were quick to release yourself from his grasp as you whirled around.

Blue Eyes was standing before you, his chest rising and falling in panicked breathing as he reached for you again but you stepped away, tears of hurt slipped from your eyes as you stared at him with bewildered sadness.

"I thought we were friends" Your voice wavered, sniffles broke through the tense atmosphere as Blue Eyes seemed to be struggling with an internal debate, you never would have thought that he would back stab you by demeaning you in such a way, you truly thought your exterior didn't matter to him but you suppose your humanness was a bigger dilemma than you thought.

"We are.." He voiced out, despite knowing him for as long as you have hearing his voice was always a pleasant surprise for you, his voice was quiet with a rasping edge to it almost as if his vocal cords were working overtime due to his lack of speaking but you always thought it had a sweet undertone to it.

He looked desperate to comfort you, and he knew that he was at fault, but it killed him to see you so heartbroken. He's never seen you cry with such intensity.

More tears only seemed to overflow, and a sob racked your body as you looked into his crystalline eyes that also reflected your own sadness. You turned your back on his outstretched palm, ignoring his plea for forgiveness.

"I don't believe you."

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Maurice placed his large hand on top of your head, his palm encasing the entire top of your scalp. He gently petted you in tender affection. You felt more tears build up in the corners of your eyes and hugged your knees closer to your chest in a plea to keep the dam from bursting from your eyes.

"Some do not understand..Some too focused on differences. You belong, you are loved." Your father signed to you, you gazed up into his eyes and you could clearly see the truth of his words as you thought back on all the times that you have been accepted by the ones who matter to you.

"Blue eyes young..trying to find his place just as you..he knows, you are of his kin." As much as it hurts to think about, you know that your father is right. You nod back at him with a strained smile. You look behind him, and you're met with blue eyes standing there with a regretful look to him.

Maurice also looks back before he nods to you and pats your head, slowly turning and leaving as he passes by Blue Eyes he gives a stern stare, Blue Eyes lowers his head shamefully before he ambles over to the ledge your sitting on.

As he sits next to you, notice that he's covered in mud and there's scratches on his face and hands and out of instinctive worry you grab his hand inspecting the wounds on his rough hands. You look to his face, and he stares back at you with a boyish charm to his face. "I fight Jon.. he called us weak.." He grabbed your hands into his, a remorseful look settling taking over his features, you feel your stomach turn in nervousness to how intimate in nature this seems to you, he's so close to you that you two could join in foreheads and you could feel the dull yearning in your body.

"You being human doesn't matter.. to me.. never will." You feel a smile pinching at the corners of your lips as you watched him present his palm to you. You couldn't help a tear fall from your eyes. You slid your fingers over his palm before holding it back into your hand with elation.

Your humanness didn't have to be a dilemma. You belong right where you are with those who love you.

[blackknight-kai]

So sorry to bother you, but while I was cleaning our fridge and listening to music, Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful played, I can't stop thinking about mortal fem reader with Sun Wukong being like, "Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? When I got nothing but my aching soul?" 😭

So if that's okay, I want to request a short fic about Wukong/Mortal!Reader going through this dilemma? What is he going to do? To say? I'm so sorry for this angst but I'm so HMSNDGSG 😭😭😭🙉🙉🙉

Ngl I’m forever an optimist (also I’m baby 💀 I’m like ‘no heavy angst happy ending only!’) so uh yeah 🤣🤣🤣

This may not be a full fic but here you go!

Wukong and you have discussed your aging at some point. It honestly was probably one of the things that held you back from furthering your relationship with him. But it was hard to resist because well….hes HIM. Charming and sweet when he wants to be, especially for you. You find his nature endearing and honestly? He wants to be better for you. For your life together.

Thing is though, you’re gonna age. And unfortunately it’s a sensitive topic. Why? Because it’s painful in different ways for the both of you.

You fear you won’t be beautiful or be able to keep up with him. Just a husk holding your soul…

He fears losing you in general.

Both are valid. And honestly you hadn’t told him your exact fear regarding it before tonight. Something about today got to you. Maybe it was the way your back ached? Or the way your knee popped.

But today just was not a pleasant day for your thoughts. You start to really think about your future, something you shy away from due to how depressing it seems. And Wukong can sense your mood shift. Knows something’s wrong.

It takes him a while to weasel it out of you, he brings you flowers and your favorite treat. He even rubs your shoulders and kisses your neck soothingly as you relax in a warm bath together.

When he softly asks you what’s been wrong, well you honestly don’t have the walls up to deny him an answer. Hearing your fears about your youth and beauty don’t necessarily surprise him, but it does bother him.

It hurts him to think you worry about such a thing. As if he’d ever tire of you or find you anything less than gorgeous. His main fear is just losing you entirely, you no longer being there at all…the though makes his chest ache enough to want to rip his heart out. Which he might do if the time ever came for you to disappear from his side.

He pulls you back against his chest and nuzzles his nose and mouth against your neck as he reassures you that of course he’s going to find you beautiful, no matter what. How nothing not even wrinkles would ever make him stop loving you. That he will love every single part of you from here on until the end of time. Wukong spends the next several hours pampering you and showing you just how much he loves you, and will continue to love you. He is soft, tender, and gentle with his words and touches. Pouring every ounce of his feelings for you into every action and murmured word.

He does tell you that it won’t matter if you go grey and slow down. He will care for you and be by your side as long as you let him. That you better let him, or it might kill him. He wants to be with you for every moment up to the last so that the last thing you see, hear, smell, touch, taste, and know is his love for you.

Come morning you feel better but the thought of growing old and slow while he remains as he always is tingles in the background of your mind.

His too.

And so, he makes a decision. One he will definitely discuss with you but only after he’s found the solution. Because he would never ever force something on you, not like this. But he is going to get you an option.

Months maybe a year or two later he finally has something. It’s tangible and will work. You could remain by his side forever if you so choose. But….the question now is…will you choose to do it? Or will you refuse and let life take its natural course?

He will respect your choice….but with every fiber of his being and hair on his body he hopes you choose him.

(On the flip side, there’s the alternative of him finding a way to rid his immortality but I think that’s less likely. I know there are darker sides to this but I didn’t feel like exploring that here 😊).

[rinslutz]

hello! If requests are still open how about a hurt/comfort fic where geto and reader were in a relationship before he left. After geto leaves, gojo and reader help each other deal with geto's absence and they eventually fall for each other many years later.

(sorry if that was confusing 💀)

ᥫ᭡ “BURY A FRIEND” — GOJO SATORU

ㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ fem!reader, friends to lovers, character death

a/n: not too sure if i like how this turned out.

gojo lost two friends the day geto made his choice. you lost a friend and someone who you thought was the love of your life. you weren’t his though. he made that obvious when he left without a “goodbye.”

when geto left you disappeared too. for a while, satoru wasn’t sure if you were dead or alive. eventually, you showed up at his apartment one day, drenched in the downpour of rain. your eyes were bloodshot red and you were thinner than when he last saw you. this was a familiar sight and he wouldn’t let this be a repeat of last time. he refuses to miss the signs that he did in his best friend.

since then, you rarely spend time apart. any time not spent at school is spent at either of your apartments. eventually, the familiar laughter and happiness returned between you two. you didn’t think it ever would but satoru had made it his mission to make you happy again.

unfortunately, happiness doesn’t always last very long.

“he’s dead.” for a second you’re not sure you’ve heard him correctly. gojo doesn’t say anything else and neither do you. suddenly everything and every sound is overwhelming. the quiet clicking of your watch, the low hum of your refrigerator, your heart pounding in your chest. every sound is louder than usual.

“i’ll be there soon.” you don’t need to say anything. gojo can hear your shaky breathing and maybe your pounding heart too. gojo is barely holding himself together, but he knows that if you sense even the smallest quiver in his voice you’ll break down. so, he swallows the growing lump in his throat before hanging up.

gojo expects to find you in a puddle of tears when he arrives at your apartment. somehow, what he finds is much worse in his eyes. you sit as still as possible on your sofa, emotionless eyes staring blankly ahead of you. you make no movement even as he grabs your shoulder. he invades your line of sight, and the look in your eyes makes his heart drop.

he can’t lose you again. he can tell that if he loses you to this there's no coming back. he grabs your face in both of his hands and forces you to look at him. it’s almost as if you’re looking right through him.

“hey, can you look at me please.” his voice is soft as he pleads with you. finally, your head shifts a bit and your eyes focus on his. immediately, thick tears stream down your cheeks. he lets you cry but he doesn’t dare remove his hands from your face.

“did you get to speak with him?” through your tears there’s a hopeful look in your eyes. he knows what you’re hoping to hear and it hurts him that he can’t tell you what you want to hear.

“yes, but he didn’t say anything about you.” and for a second he thinks that he should’ve lied. he should’ve told you that suguru asked about you, said that he missed you, said that he still loved you. he can’t lie to you. he’s never been great at it anyway. you’d see right through him.

you just nod in response. you brush away your tears with your knuckles.

“i figured.” you smile sadly. he places a kiss against your forehead in response. for a second you stiffen. he’s never done anything like that. he pulls back, startled by his own actions.

“sorry, that was a mistake. i’m not sure why i did that.” he laughs awkwardly. maybe today is full of mistakes. maybe you both aren’t sure how to deal with today’s events.

you pull him into a kiss. maybe you’re an idiot for this and maybe gojo is too because he kisses you back. his hands move from your cheeks to your forearms. the pads of his fingers softly dig into your skin. his grip on your arms is so tight it’s as if he’s afraid of you slipping away.

“i love you.” gojo whispers into your mouth. he immediately wishes had kept his mouth shut. he wishes he didn’t have to kill his best friend earlier today because then he wouldn’t be here. he wouldn’t be here confessing his love to his best friend’s ex.

satoru leaves without another word and he’s sure he’s lost you for the second time.

there has never been an awkward moment between you and satoru, but recently he just hasn’t been able to look you in your eyes. the first time you saw him after that night, he pretend the kiss never happened. he pretended suguru’s death never happened. he was back to his playful ways. you know him though. you can see in his eyes how much pain he’s in. you can see the longing in his eyes when he looks at you.

you wonder if that longing look has always been in his eyes. maybe you were too in love with suguru to notice. maybe gojo has been good at hiding it all this time, but now that he’s had a taste of you he can’t any longer.

satoru hasn’t spent any prolonged time with you since that night. you miss him. you miss the way he easily brightens your mood. you miss your daily hangouts. you miss the way his lips felt. if it wasn’t for the way his eyes light up when he sees you, you would assume that he doesn’t miss you as much as you miss him. you’re determined to make him talk to you even if you have to tie him down.

satoru is going insane. he never thought someone’s lips could feel so perfect against his. when he’s not fighting a curse or teaching his student he’s thinking about you. but sometimes thoughts of you slip in during those times despite how much he tries to push them away.

he misses you. sometimes when he’s driving home he catches himself heading to your apartment instead. in the past couple of years, since suguru left, he’s spent most of his time there. even now that he’s avoiding you, he always finds himself near you. it’s like his body is gravitating toward yours.

he’s embarrassed and scared if he’s being honest. he’s convinced himself that you're disgusted by him kissing you that night. he thinks that despite how you still smile at him when you try to speak to him. though your smile immediately drops when he finds an excuse to escape a conversation with you.

as you walk towards him, a look of determination on your face, he can tell that this conversation is going to go differently.

“when are you going to stop avoiding me and put on your big boy pants and have an adult conversation with me?” you cut right to the chase. no ‘hello’, no greeting of any kind. gojo smiles though, despite how embarrassed he is.

“someone’s feeling feisty today.” this is the first thing gojo has said to you that wasn’t ‘sorry gotta go.’ you’re still angry with him. he’s avoiding the question like you knew he would.

“you told me you love gojo,” you say as if he doesn’t know. he knows, it's all he’s been thinking about.

“you can’t say you love me and then not speak to me for a week.” you’re hurt, he can tell by the tone of your voice. he looks away and you think he’s going to leave again.

“i’m sorry. it’s just..i know this is probably too much for you right now-”

“i love you too.” this time gojo is not sure he heard you correctly. this must be a dream and soon he’ll way up in his bed, alone as usual.

you walk closer to him and the hardened look in your eyes is gone. and for the first time, you look at him with that familiar look. the look you always gave his best friend. that’s what makes this even harder.

“if you hadn’t run off I would’ve said it back that night.” you jab a finger against his chest but your eyes are still soft. though, the look on your face has changed. it’s not that familiar look anymore. it's different. it's new. it’s only for him.

“i love you satoru,” you say softly.

gojo is tired of avoiding you, of avoiding his feelings. he’s tired of his body gravitating towards yours and having to fight it. he’s tired of missing you. so, he tilts your head back by your chin, he pecks your nose before slotting his lips against yours.

he has you now and he’s not tired anymore.

©rinslutz

[kvthgok]

Pain In the Ass | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- Miguel scolds you for going on a mission he told you not to go on but you had enough of it

Side note- OMMLLL I HAVENT WROTE IN SOOO LONG IM SO SORRY YALL 💀🙏. ANYWAYYYSSSSSSS this one takes a lil just a lil turn Yk 🌝 OKAY ILL SHUT UP ENJOY THIS OR DONT IDC 🤍 (Not Proof Read hehe)

Miguel was always busy with dealing with a multiverse falling apart, so he didn't have much time to deal with his rebellious kid.

Basically you.

Miguel was standing on the platform where he was looking at all the floating holographic screens , not realizing that his kid had once again escaped for like the 100th time today. . .

"Chinga tu madre. . ." He muttered and groaned to himself when he noticed that you weren't in your usual spot in his big “man cave’” as you would call it when you were younger

Miguel took a deep breath.

He sighed "Lyla, where is my kid?"

Lyla appeared, “tsk tsk your always losing your her Miguel” she said annoying him

Miguel pinched his bridge of his nose, “just tell me where she’s at lyla” clearly getting pissed off

Lyla rolled her eyes in her normal sassy way, “she’s in another universe fighting an anomaly—you know the one you told her not to go fight” she said looking up from her phone

Miguel rolled his eyes, "I give this kid one rule... "Pendeja, I told her to stay away from that anomaly!“" He muttered under his breath.

Miguel sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve having such a rebellious child

"Lyla, call the others. Make sure they know there is an anomaly in that universe."

Miguel sighed deeply, annoyed at how his daughter constantly disobeyed him.

"I didn’t sign up to be a father to be disobeyed constantly. I told her to stay away from that anomaly and now she’s in trouble. She never listens to a single word I say. She’s so impulsive, I swear to god..."

Miguel clearly irritated from my rebellious actions opens up a portal to that universe you were in

He saw you flying and fighting the anomaly. He had to admit it for my age you were better than the other at the Spider Society.

After a few minutes you got done and tied the anomaly up with your spider webs and you were about to open a portal back to the HQ spider society until you saw Miguel. “Oh hey” you said giving him a nervous smile and laugh “funny seeing you here” scratching the back of your neck. Meanwhile Miguel eyes were practically turning red he was super livid.

Miguel was furious as he walked up to you.

"I gave you one rule and you broke it. Now tell me. . . Why did you go to that anomaly after I explicitly told you not to?"

“Cause you told me explicitly not to go” You said

"And you thought that was a good idea?"

Miguel was still furious but he was trying not to yell."That anomaly could've killed you! There was a reason why I didn't want you to go near it!"

Starting to get pissed you said,“But guess What? It didn’t kill me” You went through the portal back to the HQ spider society carrying the anomaly and handing it off to another Spider-women with Miguel following through

Miguel was still angry as they both made their way through the portal.

"You know the rules... Yet you still can't manage to follow them. . . You know... I've been too easy with you. I need to actually do something about your disobedience this time."

"Give me your web shooters."

“What no” you scoffed turning around

"Hand. Them. Over. Now."

Miguel was getting angrier by the second. He wasn't playing this time.

"I gave you these to assist you with your duties and to protect you from danger."

"Obviously, you can't do that. So, you won't be needing them."

You mocked him, “yeah yeah whatever “ still not handing them over

You tried to pull away but failed as Miguel grabbed your web shooters and pulled them off. You were furious but knew better then to argue with him.

Miguel rolled his eyes.

"You could've just given them to me."

"...But no. You just HAD to be a pain in the ass and make it difficult for no reason."

He sighed.

"Lyla, make sure you keep a close eye on her for the next couple of days. She's clearly not capable of following simple rules and needs some level of supervision."

Lyla appeared and sighed.

"Oh great, this is going to be fun."

Lyla then turned to you.

"Miguel is right, you know. You need to do a better job at listening to him. I get that it can be tough having a strict father, but rules exist for a reason. You can't just go breaking all of his rules whenever you feel like it. That's not how it works, Y/n."

You glared at Lyla.

Lyla looked at you un-phased by your glaring.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. You could do a lot better at listening to Miguel, especially when he's asking you to do something that's for your safety."

"I know you're a smart kid and you have potential, so I'm confident that you can improve at listening to Miguel."

You completely snapped,“Look he isn’t even my father he’s just another version of my dad from another universe. My REAL father is dead in my universe. And Miguel thinks I’m some replacement cause he can’t accept the fact that HIS REAL daughter is dead. I’m not some sort of second chance for you to be a dad again I hope your remember that Miguel. If anything he’s the REAL Pain In the Ass for thinking he always has to watch me like a hawk everywhere I go”

[trashy-tries-writing]

I can just imagine Ravine healing himself like he’s in the far cry 2 and everybody just looking at him like “wtf???”

Like broken arm? Nah let me just readjust some bones and we’re good to go!

Sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! 😖 Okay I can see this happening 💀. Price is getting gray hairs because he never knows if Ravine is walking around with an injured bones or not. It's a charade for 141 to find out after the first time they saw him do it 😂. Thank you so much for this idea 🙂 Also to all precious Readers, anyone willing to help me understand the mw2 characters more? Like telling me what your opinion on what their dislikes and likes could be and maybe headcanons you guys have for them? I’m interested to learn/know :DD PS.: I apologize for any mistakes and wrong words I use, It’s been too long since I researched about MW2 and Military stuff 😅

Price has known Ravine for a few years now but the soldier still surprises him in ways that he would never imagine. When he believes he finally grasped the depth of the weapo- Ravine’s abilities, the man swoops in with something unpredictable that has the captain stare at him like he just told him Laswell is firing Price.

Well not after today that is. Now he welcomes situations that could only happen in dreams with open arms so he can spare himself some stress.

The mission was easier than some things they were ordered to do.

The objective was to seize the contents inside the briefcase, it didn’t matter if the briefcase was lost as long as they got their hands on what was inside it. 

Ghost, Ravine, Gaz and Soap approached the enemy base on the mountains on foot as they ambushed them. However the opponent was one step ahead, hiding inside a hidden cave and fled with a jeep down the mountains, making a quick escape as the soldiers shot down the rest of the man.

Soap cursed, hoping to pop a tire with his gun but it was for naught as the bullets were caught by the many trees the vehicle passed through. Gaz let Price know that the objective is making pace down the mountain.

The captain’s voice echoed through one of their intercom radios.

“Ravine, time to fetch.”

They barely tilted their heads towards the mentioned male when they find Ravine darting past them at high speed. Their confusion flip into understanding as they have never seen him run before.

“The rest of you, make your way down and keep a lookout for strays hanging around.”

A few minutes later, they locate the jeep slammed sideways into a tree trunk making it almost fold in two. They quietly roam the area and quickly spot Ravine emerging from the back of the ruined car with a hand holding onto the case.

And that’s where they currently find themselves in when it happened.

“Ooohhh that looks bad, are you okay?” Gaz takes the briefcase from his hands, eyes worriedly staring at Ravine’s slightly bent arm with the bone poking out it.

“Aye.”

Without warning Ravine grabs his broken arm, pushing the bone back inside his flesh. A collective groan of pain and disgust echoed through the mountain from his action. 

Soap lifts a hand and averts his gaze from the scene as Gaz holds the briefcase in front of his face. Ghost scrunches his face from underneath the mask as Price’s voice echoes through, questioning the sudden silence.

The were impressed, sure… but whAT THE FUCK?!?!!?

While they are trying to explain to Ravine that, for a matter of fact, it was NOT okay to push your own bone back into your arm and it shouldn’t have been his first response to the open wound. It was DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL either to use that said broken arm the minute he ‘fixed’ it.

I mean okay, they did find that kind of cool but they were seriously getting worried about him. His blood was running down his forearm, staining his clothes red and he’s standing there like it was a daily occurrence.

Ghost marches towards Ravine and pokes a harsh finger to his helmet with ‘Don’t try this shit again’ glare, making the tall man recoil his head from the push.

“Sit down you muppet and refrain from moving that arm around.”

On the other side inside Price’s office, the captain exhales loudly; it could be heard outside the room. “Of course he did that…” He’s aging so quickly that he’s hoping he won't wake up the next day with a full set of white hair.

He waits by the entrance, seeing the truck in the distance growing bigger each second. He pushes himself from leaving on the wall and sees Gaz, Soap and Ghost instinctively grab onto Ravine who seems to plan a visit to the doctor.

While Ghost’s pushing from the front, one hand locked with Ravin’s while the other pushed against his chest, Gaz and Soap are pulling and tugging the man towards the medical facility.

Price sighs and the soldier’s stop in their tracks when they find him standing beside them watching them try to wrestle Ravine into a checkup. The captain crosses his arms over his chest, his head tilted slightly and a silent conversation is shared between him and the giant of a man.

Ghost can feel Ravine’s hand flinch and shake as he unconsciously tightens his grip on the shorter male’s hand. The lieutenant turns his head back, observing his body becoming tense making him look bulkier than he was.

The trio is shushed away as Price and Ravine go on their merry way.

“Man, he must really hate doctors.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on Ravine’s back, feeling something amiss. He doesn’t push or ask for an answer but questions are filling his head especially due to the sudden heat he could feel from his hand that was locked with his.

They were hiding something huge that was related to the abnormality that was Ravine but there were too many potential answers to piece together, like a puzzle without edges and weirdly shaped pieces.

He was sure Gaz and Soap were thinking the same thing but they didn’t dare risk breaking whatever frail bond they had with Ravine.

Who was Ravine before he became Ravine?

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[midnightmoonytales]

𝕊𝕙𝕦𝕥 𝕀𝕥! |ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕊𝕝𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

CW: Cussing, anger, threatening.... the reader has Misophonia.

A/n: Me reflecting.....maybe. Am I writing this because everything has been way too loud for me? yeah, I am. I've locked myself in my room because the sound of people even breathing or swallowing has irked me. I simply can't take it anymore. My doctors told me a few months ago that I had misophonia after I complained to her about it, meanwhile my family told me I was just crazy for years 💀. Felt great to know that I indeed was not crazy. It's short and probably not that well done, but I've been wanting to write and feed my babies - and this was a good way for me to finally write.

Unedited

Summary: An eventful dinner in the Great Hall with your friends, as you lost your precious earplugs.

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"Can you chew any fucking louder, you git." You grumbled, grown tired of Mattheos "loud" chewing. Dinner had only been served in the great hall moments ago, and Mattheos boarish eating had only grown louder as time passed - Along with the sounds of hundreds of students talking...you were losing your mind. Unfortunately, for you - you lost your earplugs in between third and fourth-hour classes today. While they weren't able to block out as much noise as ear muffs, they were more discreet.

"Shove it; I'm not even chewing that loud," Mattheo replied, the food in his mouth showing as he spoke. You resisted the urge to throw up at the sight of it. You would think he would learn some manners...but then again, both of his parents were deranged murderers, so he didn't have much going for him. "It's not my fault you lost your precious earplugs; maybe I don't know...lose them." He said, stabbing a piece of chicken and purposely eating it with his mouth open.

The others snickered, quickly shutting up as you glared at them. Blaise shook his head as he watched his friends; Theodore was enjoying watching Mattheo test death, wanting to finally see some action in this god-forsaken castle. Pansy had yet to be seen, unlike her, but none of you cared to look. She would appear at some point.

"You're going to lose the ability to breathe if you keep at it," You growled, waving your knife at him. No one could save him from the grave he was digging himself. He had found constant joy in tormenting you; it was his favorite pass time. Draco patted Mattheos back, signaling that he should surrender, but to no avail; he kept at it.

You were ready to lunge at him, but as if on cue, Pansy came sauntering to the Slytherin table. Taking her usual spot to the right of you, taking your attention off of the boy in front of you to the table. Alas, your earplugs were sitting in front of you. You started at them before tackling Pansy in a hug, quickly popping them afterward... It was as if the world had quieted down. No longer feeling as if your ears were no longer bleeding anymore. Mattheos' life being spared, all thanks to Pansy and her amazing finding skills.

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[smuttyhoneyposts]

Hi there! How's going? ^^ i was wondering if you could write a smut Mondo x Fem!Reader (possibly with a shy attitude and her body being short and chubby) who someday out of the sudden reveals to him that she would try something new in bed? Like spanking,overstimulation or any other rough action(without exaggerating) could be good!

I don't know if you actually write for Mondo, so if ya really don't feel like you can do Kaito instead!

I hope it isn't too much, have a nice day! <33

HAHAHAHAHAHAA YESSSSS, I FUCKING LOVE THIS TYPE WITH MONDO!!!!

OF COURSE!!

AN- I love this, I lowkey was kinda a whore when it came to this man stg. Enjoy I did the best I could with this!! Life’s kicking me so I gave my best shot, once again so sorry for the wait!!!😭💀

⚠️MDNI⚠️ NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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It was late afternoon at Hope’s Peak Academy, and the day had already begun to wind down. The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting warm light across the floor of the empty classroom where you and Mondo were sitting. The two of you often found refuge in quiet spots like this, away from the noise of your classmates and the chaos that surrounded the school.

Mondo sat across from you, his muscular arms crossed, a casual smirk tugging at his lips. He was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was one of the things that had initially drawn you to him, but now, as you sat there trying to find the courage to speak, that same confidence made your heart race in a different way.

You were shy by nature—soft-spoken and a little self-conscious about your body. Standing next to Mondo, who was tall, muscular, and exuded raw energy, you often felt small and uncertain. You were shorter than most of your classmates, with a curvier frame, and though Mondo had never made you feel anything less than beautiful, your insecurities still lingered. But there was something else on your mind today, something that had been building up inside you for a while now, and you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“M-Mondo,” you stammered, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you twisted your fingers together nervously.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes softening as he noticed the nervousness in your tone. “Yeah, babe? What’s up?”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. The words were stuck in your throat, but you knew you had to say them. It was now or never. You glanced down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes as you spoke.

“I… I was thinking,” you began, your voice shaky. “I w-wanted to… try something new. You know, in bed.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, your entire face turning a shade of red that probably matched Mondo’s jacket. You kept your eyes fixed on your hands, too embarrassed to look up and gauge his reaction. What if he thought you were weird? What if this ruined the easy dynamic you had?

But Mondo, ever the straightforward guy, just blinked before his trademark grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on his knees as he looked at you with interest. “What kinda ‘new’ are we talkin’ about?”

Your stomach fluttered at his reaction, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside you. He wasn’t brushing you off or teasing you—he was genuinely interested. That gave you the courage to look up at him, though your face was still flushed.

“Well… I-I was thinking about trying something… rougher?” you admitted, your voice still soft but a little more confident now that you knew he was open to the idea. “Maybe… spanking, or, um… overstimulation?”

Mondo’s grin widened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. You could see a flicker of something dark and playful in his eyes, though his voice remained gentle when he spoke.

“Shit, really?” he said, a low chuckle escaping his throat. “Didn’t think you’d be into that kinda thing, but damn, I ain’t complainin’.”

Your heart raced even faster at his words, but there was something comforting about the way he reacted—like he wasn’t shocked, just pleasantly surprised. He leaned forward again, his voice dropping a bit as he asked, “You sure ‘bout this, babe? I mean, I know you’re shy ‘n all, but if it’s somethin’ you wanna try… we can totally do that. I just don’t wanna push ya into anything.”

You smiled nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, I… I think I’d like to try it. With you.”

Mondo’s expression softened at your words, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek with his rough, calloused hand. “You got nothin’ to worry about, alright? We’ll take it slow, make sure you’re feelin’ good. You trust me, right?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I trust you, Mondo.”

Later that night, the two of you found yourselves back in his dorm room. The air was thick with anticipation, a mixture of nerves and excitement that hung between you like an electric charge. You were sitting on the edge of Mondo’s bed, your heart pounding in your chest as he stood in front of you, his intense gaze locked onto yours.

“You still good with this, babe?” Mondo asked, his voice low and reassuring. He could see the tension in your body, the way your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the edge of the bed.

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “Y-Yeah. I’m ready.”

Mondo’s eyes softened at your response, and he moved closer, gently tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “Alright then. Just let me know if it gets too much, okay?”

He slowly guided you onto your stomach, his large hands trailing down your back in a soothing motion. You could feel the heat of his body behind you as he moved, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. His hand moved to your ass, squeezing gently, testing the waters.

“You sure you can handle this, short stuff?” he teased, though his voice was tinged with genuine concern. He always had a soft spot for you, despite his tough exterior.

You let out a nervous giggle, your body relaxing under his touch. “I can handle it, Mondo.”

He smirked at your response, his hand leaving your ass for a moment before coming down with a firm, playful smack. You gasped, the sensation sharp but not painful, and immediately your body reacted with a rush of heat.

“Fuck, you sound so cute when you make that noise,” Mondo muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He gave you another slap, this one a bit harder, and you moaned softly, your hips twitching beneath him.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you back toward him as he pressed his hips against you, his erection obvious through his jeans. “You like that, huh?” he teased, his voice dark and filled with lust. “Never woulda guessed you’d be into somethin’ like this, but shit, it’s hot.”

You moaned again, your body arching beneath him as he continued to spank you, each strike sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your mind was swimming with the sensation, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses.

But Mondo didn’t stop there. His hand moved between your legs, brushing against your already sensitive core. You gasped as his fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your legs tremble.

“Let’s see how much you can handle,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You said you wanted more, right? Let’s see if you can take it.”

His fingers worked you expertly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, but just as you were about to come, he pulled away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t give me that look,” Mondo teased, smirking down at you. “You wanted overstimulation, right? So I’m gonna make sure you get exactly what you asked for.”

And with that, he pushed you over the edge again and again, driving you to the brink of pleasure only to pull you back, each time making you crave it more. By the time he finally let you come, your body was shaking, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

Mondo leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You did so good, babe. You’re fuckin’ amazing.” Your body was trembling, still reeling from the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your legs weak, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Mondo hadn’t let up, not until he saw you shuddering beneath him, your moans turning into broken cries as you came hard in his hands. Even now, his fingers lingered on your skin, brushing your thighs softly as if to coax the last bits of sensation from your overstimulated body.

“Shit, babe,” Mondo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he sat back slightly, admiring the sight of you. His hand, which had been so rough before, now trailed gently along your lower back, soothing the spots where he had spanked you earlier. “You were fucking incredible.”

You could barely respond, your body still trembling as you collapsed onto the bed, your face buried in the pillow. Your heart was still racing, your mind a blur of pleasure and exhaustion, but there was a warm sense of satisfaction spreading through you. Mondo had pushed you to the edge, but you hadn’t expected it to feel so… good.

After a few moments, you managed to turn your head slightly, your eyes fluttering open to meet Mondo’s gaze. He was smirking, his chest still heaving as he caught his own breath. Despite his usual cocky demeanor, there was a softness in his eyes as he looked down at you, his hand now gently stroking your hair.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more tender.

You managed a weak smile, your voice still shaky as you whispered, “I… I feel amazing.”

Mondo chuckled, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. “Didn’t go too hard on ya, did I?”

You shook your head slowly, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “No,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “It was… perfect.”

Mondo’s smirk widened slightly, though there was a glimmer of relief in his eyes. He always liked to act tough, but deep down, you knew he cared—maybe more than he let on. “Good girl,” he muttered, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek. “Knew you could handle it.”

He shifted slightly, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer, his body heat enveloping you as you relaxed into his embrace. He was still radiating energy, the intensity of the moment still lingering between you, but now there was a calmness to him, a sense of satisfaction that came from knowing he had pushed you just far enough, without crossing any lines.

For a few moments, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your breathing slowly syncing up as you both calmed down. Mondo’s hand never left your skin, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, the sensation soothing in contrast to the roughness from earlier.

As the adrenaline began to fade, a small giggle escaped your lips, breaking the silence. Mondo raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with an amused expression. “What’s so funny?”

You blushed slightly, hiding your face in his chest as you muttered, “I just… I can’t believe I actually asked for that.”

Mondo laughed, the sound low and rough, but filled with warmth. “Hey, you’re braver than you think, babe,” he said, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair affectionately. “Takes guts to ask for what you want. And I’m damn glad you did.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you at his words. It was true—before tonight, you would’ve never imagined having the confidence to ask for something like this. But with Mondo, you felt safe, felt like you could explore those parts of yourself without fear of judgment.

“Still,” you mumbled, your voice soft, “I didn’t know I’d like it so much.”

Mondo smirked, his hand moving to tilt your chin up so you were looking at him again. “Told ya I’d take care of you,” he muttered, his voice low and playful as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “And we ain’t done yet.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words, your heart skipping a beat as you looked up at him. “W-We’re not?”

Mondo’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “Nah,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Now that I know what gets you goin’, babe, we’ve got a lot more fun to have.”

Your face flushed at the implication, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that bubbled up inside you. Even after everything you’d just experienced, the idea of more sent a fresh wave of heat through your body.

“But don’t worry,” Mondo added, his tone softening slightly as he kissed the side of your neck. “We’ll take it slow, make sure you’re feelin’ good. Always, alright?”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection as you leaned into his touch. “Always,” you whispered back.

Mondo chuckled again, pulling you even closer, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively as the two of you settled back into the bed. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a comfortable warmth as you rested in his arms, your bodies entwined.

As your eyelids grew heavy, the last thing you heard was Mondo’s voice, low and soft, as he whispered, “You did good, babe. Real good.” And with that, you drifted off to sleep, safe and content in his embrace, knowing that with Mondo, you could explore anything, and he’d always be right there with you, every step of the way.

[glassofgretel]

My honest opinion on Evillious Chronicles...I believe the series is truly deep and beautifully written, but there are some personal issues I have with it.

I don't really care about the point and message of the Evillious Chronicle series nor the concept of "morally gray", I only believe in good, evil and the consequences of our own actions. MOTHY has made an amazing story that we all still enjoy ~16 years later, but I have to disagree with his philosophy and outlook on the world, ours differ greatly– Though he has some valid points, it's rather naïve IMO... and while it's compelling storywise and from an emotional perspective, it isn't as much realistically or from a political/social standpoint of right and wrong.

Morality never mattered in the first place, because evil always succeeds if it has enough power or deems its deeds necessary for a "greater benefit"... Good and evil are both necessary forces that exist to maintain the balance of this universe, just as our fate dictates.

Personally, I'm starting to see far more evil and corruption than light and hope in today's politics and throughout our society's history, so I only get pissed the fuck off whenever I see a political debate between self-righteous snowflakes on Twitter or Reddit (Especially the Character rant mfs), with each side claiming that they're right and the other is evil.

Even though morality is literally IRRELEVANT in politics, it has always been about interests and agendas in the end. If anything, there are only two lesser and greater evils. 💀

I'm no Altright-winger either, as some idiots on Discord might say... I'm more of a Pan-Arab nationalist but I just hate politics in general. Because if anything, we humans deserve all the shit that's coming to us. And trust me, I HATE Hitler with every fiber of my being... but if I were in his shoes, I would've done far worse with all the scum and idiocy in this world.

As for Riliane Lucifen, despite her awful deeds, she was still somewhat good at heart. Unlike the two-faced hypocrites over at the USA, Russia, China and Israeli governments, and especially those scumbags Adolf/Stalin... But it still doesn't excuse her actions despite her lack of moral agency, neither does her being possessed and manipulated by the demons.

So let's stop painting her as some sort of saint, she was a broken kid who deserved her redemption and a second chance- but that's all there is...

Because we know damn well that would NEVER fly in our reality, even if she was truly genuine about making amends.And I don't want to be like her or Nemesis lol, I prefer the likes of Frieza, Judge Holden, King Piccolo etc. as role models, because at least they're purely evil and honest about their philosophy, they embrace it to reach their own goals. Unlike most of our world's society...

I would say I am Near Pure evil though, since I have clear moral standards and my own personal law, I can discern right from wrong- But I'm not really much better than Hitler myself, and I am wrong more often than I'm right. I just despise everything wrong with the world, but I don't intend to change it for the better either. I don't even care about ending the cycle of violence and hate, infact I want to keep it going for my own benefit. That is the path I've chosen for myself and I embrace it fully with no guilt or regrets, even if it might be the wrong one.

I'm not just being pretentious or edgy either, I am simply disappointed and frustrated with this reality- I've had enough of this world and want to watch it burn. I enjoy treating evil with even worse evil, fighting fire with fire- Because it turns me on, gives me a greater purpose and sense of fulfilment too.

I'm sorry I really don't know how to answer this, it's the most concerning message I've ever received in my entire life

[donghoonie-3]

I love your work so much! <3

Since Hoonie was extra beautiful during Circle charts and even presented an award, can i get male idol reader catching him after it and rewarding him for how well he did?

awwh thank you so much anonie 🥺💖. This is my first mlm request hehe <3. He really did look extra beautiful <3 I hope you like this!! And also I am so sorry for the long wait!! I lacked motivation to write but I'm slowly getting it back hehe (hope I didn't just jinx myself 💀).

Reward

Warnings: MINORS DNI !!! sub!sunghoon, dom!amab!reader, bottom!sunghoon, top!amab!reader, praising, marking, reader cums inside sunghoon, this isn't proof read, let me know if I missed anything!!

"fuck sunghoon you looked so good on that stage tonight" you mumbled against his neck, kissing him in between your sentence.

The concert has ended not too long ago. Your boyfriend looked extra good today, especially when he wore that suit...God you just wanted to rip it off him and show him how good he did.

So after the show has ended you met him at his changing room. You were too impatient to wait until yous have gotten home, plus there were for a fact fans waiting for the both of you and as much as you loved them, you wanted to only be with Sunghoon right now.

"mnghh~" Sunghoon whimpered when you gave attention to the sensitive spot on his neck, giving him a love bite under his jawline meanwhile your hands moved up to undo his buttoned up shirt.

"so good" you praised, pulling away from the new love bite you've left just to give him another one somewhere else on his delicate neck.

Once you got rid of his shirt your hands moved to touch his bare waist making your boyfriend flinch at the sudden touch. The feeling of your cold hands against his hot skin and the feeling of you sucking and slightly biting at his neck has him bucking his hips up as little whimpers escape his throat, desperate for some sort of friction.

"You're so needy hoonie~" you laugh, teasing him for how desperate he is. "It's not my fault" he says with his head thrown back. "Yeah? Who's fault is it then?" You ask as your hand moves from his waist to to his still clothed dick, palming him over the grown tent.

"ahh- yours" he moans out. "My fault?" You palm his a but harder to draw out moans from him which you succeed at. "mhm, you always make me feel so good, how could I not need you?" A bit of courage in his voice is shown as he answers you. "Fair point".

You stop palming him to undress him and yourself. "So good for me" you kiss his neck. "Turn around for me baby" he does as you tell him. You wet your fingers as best as you can since you don't have any lube and you don't want to hurt him.

"I already stretched myself" he says just before you can continue you actions. "Oh? Did you plan on doing this baby?" You ask, you move your wet fingers to your dick instead to get it wet, once again, to not not hurt your boyfriend. "mm you can say so, now quickly put it in already!".

You start to enter him and he grips the table in front of him. "So warm. So good" you say under your breath as you easily slip in. "My pretty baby" you start praising him. Your hands go to his hips and you start to thrust into him.

"did so good tonight, you know" you kiss his cheek, slowly picking it the pace. "You looked extra good today too, especially in that suit" you bite his neck and suck in hickeys again.

The noise of skin slapping, sucking noises and Sunghoons moans fill in the room. Good thing the room is sound proof.

"My good boy, yeah? Only mine." He turns his head to meet your eyes "only yours yn" he moans out. His eyes move to look down at your lips which you notice, you take this as a sign to kiss him. Your lips interlocking with his soft ones, you bite at his bottom lip causing him to whine. God you love how he sounds. You enter your tongue and explore his mouth with it.

"yn, feels so good" he moans out, almost collapsing on the table when you start fucking him harder. "So fcking good for me hoon, so good" your grip on his hips get tighter, almost bruising. Sunghoon is sure that you'll leave marks there and he's loving the thought of it.

He wants to be marked up by you in every way possible, whether its leaving bite marks, hickeys, bruises from tight grips or even being slapped or spanked. He loves it all, it makes him feel like you own him, and you do, he's yours and you're his.

Your thrusts never slowing down, only speeding up. You moved one hand to his pretty dick and jerk him off, helping him reach his high as you can feel yours building up.

You both pull away for air. "So- ahh good" Sunghoon moans out, his head hung low as he let's out pretty moans.

"You're perfect for me baby" you kiss his shoulder. He let's out a loud high pitched moan and that shows that you've found his sweet spot. "Right there" he whines.

"Gonna cum for me hoon?" He nods fast, he's really close. Your hand moves faster and so do your thrusts. Fucking him nice and deep.

With one loud moan of his he cums all over the table and your hand, you don't stop though. "fuck! Yn" his whole body collapses on the table as you continue to fuck him, chasing your orgasm.

"Just a bit more, okay? I'm close" one hand soothing his side and the other on his waist, keeping a good grip on him. His body jolts with every thrust of yours.

The overstimulation is so much and he loves it. Tears starting to fall down his soft cheeks from the pleasure. "please" he doesn't even know what he's asking for.

"where do you want me to cum?" You slowly down before it's too late. "Inside, please" he says desperately which you find cute. "Okay love" you pick up the pace again and cum in him, letting out a groan of your own when you do.

After staying inside him for a couple of seconds you eventually pull out. You watch as your cums flows out of him along his pretty thighs. "You look so pretty, oh my god" you nearly moan from the sight.

"Ughh it feels so sticky" of course the clean freak he is he whines about it, you chuckle at his cute reaction. "Okay, I'll get you cleaned up now" you say while still laughing a bit.

Taglist: @hee-poster @ness-iness @makiixuxii

[anemhoez]

The Duke…

A/N: NOT ME JUST MEETING THIS FUCKER TODAY AND WRITING THIS! BARK BARK BARK! 😮‍💨

WARNINGS: rough sex, slapping, harsh language, handcuffs

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

(its just barely proofread, wrote it quick 💀)

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Wriot, please!” you exclaimed as your lover continued his brutal pace behind you. He chuckled and bent down, his hot breath on your ear, “Please what?” he gave you a small nip on the shell of your ear, the action causing you to wince slightly. He continued to thrust into you, not once breaking his concentration on pleasing you while you visited him from the surface.

You didn’t think a simple visit delivering papers from the chief justice would turn into this, but the second he saw you in your uniform, your cleavage exposed to him as you bent down to hand him the papers, he began to stiffen in his pants. He simply leant back in his chair, playfully twirling his handcuffs on his index finger, “How much time do you have, love?” And now your hands were bound with those same metal cuffs, behind your back so he could use your arms to pump into you that much deeper. “Fuck!” you yelped, this time your legs shaking under him as your peak neared. He sucked his teeth, slowing down as he felt your walls clench down on him, “I asked you already,” he growled, his large hand coming to slap your ass since you decided in that moment to disobey him.

Your peak was rounding the corner, you knew you didnt have much time before you had to get back to the court so you obliged him, just this time, to spare the lecture from Neuvilette if you returned late. The saliva that pooled by your mouth where your head lay stuck to your cheek in a long string as you lifted your head and turned to face him, “Please, Duke Wriothesley, make me cum,” spilled from your lips and he came in to kiss you. His tongue licking at your lips and cheek as he fucked you harder, the skin slapping sounds echoed through the room along with your whines. “Thats it, love, cum for me.” he whispered with a snarl as he felt you clamp down and let out a back arching scream.

“Wriothesley!” you exclaimed out, not caring for a second who could hear with the way he continued his thrusts until he too came. He grunted and grabbed onto the flesh of your ass, “Archons,” he huffed and heaved his chest with heavy breaths as his seed shot into you, “you’re so good for me Y/n.” You panted hard, turning towards him as he finally pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants. He came over to undo the cuffs, pocketing them and rubbing your wrists to soothe them. He watched you as you wiped at the mess on your face, “Maybe if you spent more time on the surface, you wouldnt be so desperate to fuck me every time you see me Wriot.” you teased while fixing your uniform and then moving closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He held you close, “Now wheres the fun in that?” he said in jest and gave you a gentle kiss right back. “Off with you now, before the chief justice gets his briches in a twist.” he dismissed you with a hard slap to your ass. You yelped at the contact and watched him as he sat back down and got to looking at those papers.

“I’ll remember that for next time Wriot, mark my words.” you said as you walked towards the door, turning back to him when you heard him clear his throat loudly, “I love you.” he said sweetly, his eyes looking at you with all the love in the world. The words caused your stomach to flutter and a wide smile to spread across your face, “I love you too, Duke Wriothesley.” you confessed and headed out, making your way back to work.

A/N: leave me the fuck alone 😭 idc if i just met him, i love him okay??

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions darling) and a suggestive at hoon's part (if u squint 🤭)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister), Jin Ae (Y/n and Sunghoon's child)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

A/n: THE REACTIONS ARE REALLY INTERESTING LMAOOO, I'M CURIOUS IF IT'LL CHANGE WHEN I FINISH THIS FIC (I have no idea when 💀) BUT HOPEFULLY YOU'LL ENJOY MY DEBUT

Not proofread 😅

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!

Part 4:

'...'

The silence was so loud.

But I mean, it was expected. How would you have reacted given that information and the current situation you were in? Even I, too, wouldn't know, despite living it.

'Y/n,' Jay breaks the awkward atmosphere,

'take your damn child before it has a concussion from it falling from my arms, because I feel so fricking weak right now.'

Glady, you took Jin Ae, since she was like a comforter. And, gosh, she was SO 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 CUTE.

Finally, you felt a little light-hearted, but that could only last for long...

'I...damn. I never knew my bro would be like that... He's not the type to do that...'

'Y/n...have you ever suspected that Jake dude? Because right now, he seems like he's the problem.'

'I agree, Jay. Hoon would never hurt you, but it may be he's worried that Jake guy would take you. You're everything to him, Y/n, and he's just as similar to you when it comes to love.'

Hearing the different views of the story did give you an insight of what might be going on in his head.

'Try being Hoon,' suggested Jay, 'because you need to know what's his version of this mess.

Thoughtfully, you scrape out every detail of Jake you could get from your memory, and tried to piece it together to get a clear answer.

Jake was a flirty boy, so his actions could rub off people in the wrong way, especially if it was Hoon.

When he hangs out with you, he would definitely initiate the physical contact, snaking an arm around your waist or putting an arm on your shoulder.

The way he would look at you...it...it was different, now that you're gaining a third person view. Those eyes...it was so dark when it came to you, unlike when they have a charming gleam to others. Could it be lust? The thought made you sick, you hated liking another man when you were happily in love.

Even the nicknames...he would call me things Sunghoon does, like 'Love' or 'Darling'.

Ah, so he wasn't trying to be my best friend,

He took 'bf' to a whole new level.

No wonder why Hoon got so agitated at the thought of him.

But...at the same time, these are just reasonable guesses. I would need to discuss with Sunghoon to actually know the answer.

'So, what's your verdict, 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤?'

'I think Jake tried to change it to Mrs. Sim.'

'I thought so too, ngl.'

'Me three!' Yeji chimes in.

'Well, at least now you should have Sunghoon's view.'

And I think we talked for too long that Jin Ae started crying, hungry for milk.

'Shoot, Jin Ae hasn't drank yet.'

'We'll leave you two to be, call us when you're done.' Says the modest Jay, who you really thought deserved to be the older Park.

'I'll be waiting nearby, ok bro?'

'Cheers Hee, for letting me hang about your place and all that.'

'My job as the eldest, is it not?' He chuckles.

'I know you love Y/n, but right now, you're not really taking your role as the husband, aren't you? Remember, you haven't heard her side of the story, so take it easy.'

'I'll try to, I really will.'

I head on over to the backyard of our house, decorated by my lovely Y/n. She took so much time renovating it into the piece of art it is today. That was what she was good at: creating masterpieces. She's probably best at it because she is one, and if I was to ever be hurtful to her, I would never have meant it; I never deserved such a woman ever, such luck I had to create my family with her as my wife.

I start appreciating everything more, taking a look around and observing the way she places the plant pots, and the strokes she did when painting the fence. There was something else she was better at stroking at, but we'll save that for another time.

When approaching the bench where we would always sit when it was a beautiful sunset, I noticed engravings on it. I thought someone may have vandilised it, until I took a closer look.

'Y/n Park ♥︎ Park Sunghoon'

'He's my forever!!'

'I'm so happy my child was made with him.'

'𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

-𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒀/𝒏.'

All this made him feel ashamed of himself. He deserves to, he was pretty much destroying his sunshine.

He wanted to talk things out, but you weren't there.

*Buzz*

'Who is it?' Enquires Yeji

'Ooolalaaa, it's Mr. Park Sunghoon.'

'Interesting...'

*Otp* 'What.'

'Where's Y/n?'

'Jin Ae was hungry, so she's breastfeeding her right now.'

(She's such a good mother... Oh, Y/n, if only I could prove my love to you better...)

'Oh...ok.' *Ends call*

...

*Jay and Yeji monster shrieks*

'OMG, OPPA, SHOULDN'T WE TELL H/N?'

'YEAH, WE SHOULD. HURRY, OPEN UP THE GROUP CHAT!!'