#wc: 218

[lollipop-bribes]

It's not like Gaius showed up loaded, but thankfully his vice can usually be found on the cheap. One of the perks of the monastery is that no one here gives him grief about wearing the sleeves of his jacket around his neck, or wearing it like a cape with only the top button done. People mind their business here.

Yeah, he's not let down. He smells the cart before he sees it: heaps of taffies and truffles and chocolates. For this alone, he can keep himself behaved while he's enrolled here.

The middle-aged lady behind the cart smiles at him sweetly - no suspicion in her eyes that he might swipe a handful and run. (What? He would never do that - not from a grandma at her day job. Sheesh.) His eyes glaze over the fancy wrappers and shiny foils - it's like something out of a dream. Where the hells does he start?

Beside him, there's a short girl in a student's uniform carefully studying the bounty, chin in hand. Ah, someone else around here has taste. She's probably been here longer - maybe she can help him out. He should probably start getting to know his fellow students, anyway.

"Hey," Gaius says, hoping he doesn't startle her, "you got a favorite? Sure is a lot t' pick from."

@tomestudyholic

one a penny, two a penny

[gotta-winwin]

(💬) ... vernon chwe x reader

⭐ starring: vernon

💬 preview: the seemingly 'extraterrestrial' man that occupies Cubicle #218 cannot seem to take a hint - no matter how many flashing signs you throw at him.

tw/cw: fluff, corporate vernon, vernon is an oblivious lil shit, allusions to sex, quotes from b.e.d by Jacquees, shameless flirting and banter

based on an ask (hi + thanks for requesting!) as well as b.e.d by Jacquees MDNI

🪽fic rating/wc: pg 13/ 3.5k

☁️ masterlist & a/n: i am forever stuck in this vernon loop - alas, here's a request that's been sitting in my inbox for awhile, brewing vernon thoughts the whole time. although this fic is entirely fluff, there are allusions to sex so please be mindful of your age and the fic rating.

Vernon would have quit his job a long time ago if it hadn’t been for you. A part of him still yearned for the stage, a trusty guitar in his hands and the sound of diehard fans screaming his name. Instead, he had found himself stuck, circling the corporate ladder, clocking in to work everyday just to sit in his one lonely cubicle, staring at numbers he had only pretended to understand when getting his degree. 

He had his resignation letter signed and ready to go, and he would have handed it in if it hadn’t been for the notes that had begun to appear.

Colorful post-it notes that he’d find in the most random places - first his desk, then his lunchbox, in the pocket of his coat, stuck dead center on his computer screen. It baffled him, yet the notes kept coming, every single day of work without fail. At first he had scoffed, chalking it up to some silly office prank, but as time progressed, the notes became almost a given, as if the notes itself had rooted into his everyday routine. It filled him with anticipation and a reason to clock in everyday. As much as he hesitated to admit it, the silly notes made his day.

Of course, the notes were anonymous. Vernon had no idea that you were the reason he still showed up to work. 

“This is basically workplace harassment.” Anne, your closest co-worker, commented, as she watched you pen your next note to Vernon. She was the only one who knew it was you behind the colorful post-its.

“If he didn’t like it he would’ve told HR months ago.” You argued, ripping the completed note off the pad of bright orange post-its. “Besides, you’ve seen him smile at the notes. Even got a laugh out of him a couple times.” 

“But-” Anne snatched the note from you and read it aloud. “I hope our love will be like the number Pi: irrational and endless.” She shook her head, tsking. “Even for a compsci major, Y/N, Vernon would never find this funny. And if he does- he’s either mocking you, or his humor is just as broken as yours.”

“It’s funny!” You protested, snatching the note back. “Besides, I don’t even know where to leave this one. I’m running out of creative ideas.”

“What’s the point? You just need him to see it, right?”

You gave her a look. “There’s a higher probability of him laughing if he doesn’t expect the note. The less obvious the place, the better. He can’t be actively looking for it.” 

Anne sighed, spinning her chair back to face her work desk. “Compsci nerds.” 

Ignoring her, you continued. “I’m torn between leaving it taped to his water bottle, or taped to his bike.” 

“Of course Cubicle Number 218 Vernon Chwe would bike to work.” Anne rolled her eyes. “How old is this man? Can’t he drive?” 

“Hey!” You protested once again, defending him. “Maybe he just lives close, more cost-efficient you know.”  

Anne sighed. “Tape it to his bike.” Her fingers tapped against her keyboard as she spoke. “He’s definitely not going to be expecting that one.”

Your smile widened, already imagining his little stunned expression. “Okay. Cover for me- I’ll be right back.”

“Whatever.” Anne mumbled, although you caught a glance of the amused smile on her face. 

It was famously known throughout your office that the resident of Cubicle #218, Hansol Vernon Chwe, did not smile. He came into work and left while sporting the exact same facial expression the entire time. But you knew he smiled at your silly pick-up lines, no matter how stupid. And you knew that you might be the only person who knew just how pretty Vernon’s laugh was- even if it was from a distance.

If only you knew just how much Vernon wanted to know who was behind the silly notes that were his pick-me-up each day. 

You: 1 Vernon: 0

“I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way.”

Vernon snorted audibly as he read the note, this time written on a hot pink post-it. His neighbouring co-workers snuck glances at him, drawn by the sudden noise. 

He ignored their stares, tucking the note into his jacket pocket for later. He was slowly amassing a collection of them, his desk back at home covered in multicolored post-its, each one from a different day. Sometimes the lines would be so terrible he’d shudder in cringe, but more often than not, he’d find them genuinely funny. 

Grabbing a file he needed faxed, Vernon made his way to the copier down the hall. Someone was already occupying it- and he realized he recognized her, the pretty girl who lived in cubicle #17. 

He could hear the loud music coming from her headphones, poorly hidden under her strands of hair. 

“Charli?” He asked, recognizing the familiar beats and rhythm of the song. 

He watched you turn around to face him, startled by his sudden appearance. “What?”

He pointed awkwardly to your headphones. “Is that Charli XCX? I didn’t think your name was Charli, don’t worry. It’s Y/N, right?” He rambled on, smiling sheepishly. 

You blinked, a little dazed by the amount of words he was suddenly speaking to you. You had always thought, like everyone else in the office, that Vernon was somehow untouchable. Someone so mysterious and way out of reality that the two of you just didn’t exist on the same plane of the universe. But now here he was, talking to you like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“Yeah.” You answered, after realizing you had just been blankly staring at him. “To both questions.” You quickly added, equally awkward. “It’s Charli XCX and my name is Y/N.”

“Great.” His gaze drifted past you towards the copier. “Are you nearly done?” Holding up the file in his hand, he gestured behind you. “I need to fax something.” 

“Oh!” Hurriedly moving aside, you let out a tiny laugh. “I wasn’t really using it. Sometimes I just come in here and pretend I’m busy- to get away from how stuffy the office is. I don’t know why I just told you that.” You were mortified, glancing at him to make sure he wasn’t judging you.

Vernon’s lips were quirked into a smirk, as he tried hard to push down the laughter that was threatening to bubble up inside of him. Ultimately failing, his mouth widened into a smile as he laughed, the sound filling your ears better than any song could. 

“I like you.” He stated, as if it was such a simple thing and didn’t have your heart racing. “You’re funny.”

His smile widened once he caught sight of your open mouth, stunned into silence at the new side of Mr. Cubicle #218 you were currently seeing. 

“Close your mouth.” He mumbled, reaching a hand out to do it for you, his fingertips lightly pressing against your jaw. “You look like a fish.” 

“I- what?” You spluttered, moving a step back. 

Vernon shot you another melting smile, picking up his file and closing the copier. “Anyways, I’m all done. Are you going to hide out here some more?” He kept his eyes on you as he stacked the papers in his hands, organizing them against a nearby table. 

You nodded dumbly, eyes following his movement as he walked out, stopping by the doorway to shoot you a tiny salute before turning away. He walked down the hall with a gait only he had, disappearing down the hallway, leaving you feeling extremely confused, your cheeks oddly warm. 

You: 1 Vernon: 1

“Are you a worm? Cause I’d like to split you apart.” 

Morbid, yes, but you were slowly running out of ideas. Placing the sticky note strategically in his work bag, you scurried off, ducking behind a bookshelf to watch his reaction. 

“Are you a worm-” Vernon made a face as he read the note aloud. “Ew. Weird. Kinky?” He looked up at the ceiling, a concerning yet intrigued look on his face. A chuckle escaped him and you smiled in your success. 

Your work days seemed to blow right by with the joy in knowing you had successfully made him laugh, mind still churning through your last encounter with Vernon by the copier a couple weeks ago. It had both startled you and ignited something within- a longing to know more about him. 

“Looks like we’re the only ones left.” 

You looked up, blinking your dry and strained eyes, spotting Vernon hovering right above your cubicle wall, a tired expression filling his face. You glanced around the office and realized he was right. 

“Has it already been that long?” You wondered, rubbing your eyes as you shut off your computer, standing up to stretch your stiff back. 

You could’ve sworn Vernon snorted at your words. “Do you enjoy working here? Time does fly when you’re having fun.”

You shook your head. “God, no. I’ve just got a lot on my mind, that’s all.” Yeah, you. 

An unspeakable look crossed his face as he grabbed your coat, helping you put it on. “C’mon, we can walk together.” 

“Oh. Thanks- alright.” 

The walk was amicably silent as you fell in step beside him, clutching your winter coat tightly as you both entered against the harsh wind. You spotted his banged up yellow bike across the street and bit back a grin. 

“You bike to work and back?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. You often passed him on your own way to work, spotting him through the windshield of your car. Nearly ran him over once, in your earlier days of working, but you don’t speak of that.

“I do.” Vernon patted the trusty bike with a loving hand. “Never failed me once.” 

A laugh escaped you, your breath hitting the winter wind and turning into a light fog. 

His eyebrows raised. “Are you laughing at me?” His lips quivered up as he watched you descend into laughter once again. 

“No!” You exclaimed through a fit of giggles, clutching your stomach. “Oh god, it’s just- Vernon Chwe- on a bike-”

A clear and infectious cackle of a laugh joined yours as Vernon too, doubled over in laughter. You paused, staring wide-eyed as giggles escaped him, thoroughly entertained by the amusement you had found in his transportation method. 

Passerbys would have deemed the pair of you as mad, with the way you clutched onto Vernon’s arm to hold yourself up as you laughed harder, his own hand gripping yours in the bitter wind. It was numbingly cold but both of your insides were warm, cheeks flushed due to the ridiculous image of Vernon on a bike. 

Y/N: 1 Vernon: 1 The universe(?): 1

“Yo.” 

Your music paused suddenly, jolting you out of your zone. Spinning around in your chair, you frowned up at Vernon, who had somehow swiped your phone from your desk without you noticing. 

“What’s up?” You sighed, taking off your headphones to glare at him. “You didn’t need to pause my music, y’know.” 

“I’ve been sent on a coffee run, wanna come?” He spread his arms open in invitation. “We can take as long as we like.” 

Ditching work for a while did sound like a nice pastime, especially with the lack of work you had currently. “I wouldn’t mind a breath of fresh air, actually. I’m down.”

“Put on your coat.” Vernon handed it to you, watching as you shrugged it on. 

“I know you want to be in my b.e.d, grinding slowly.” 

The last note had taken him terribly off guard and he needed a distraction to remedy that. 

To be fair, you didn’t really know what had gotten into you- the sudden bravado and confidence put into the note had caught you terribly off guard as well. 

“Do you know Joshua? He works in upper management but we’re pretty good friends.” Vernon suddenly asked, walking backwards along the sidewalk so he could look at you. 

You nodded. “I’ve seen him around. He’s very social.” Unlike you, you declined to add. 

“Yes. He’s hosting a social gathering later tonight, and asked if I could invite you.”

“He asked you to invite me?” You shot him a wary look, not quite believing him. You and Joshua barely passed as acquaintances. 

Vernon’s hand reached behind his neck as he rubbed his nape, a sheepish and embarrassed expression on his face. You noticed his ears would turn pink whenever he was even mildly shy. “Okay, maybe I just wanted to invite you, alright?” He turned away, walking properly now to hide his face from your keen eyes. 

A slow smile crossed your face. “Oh, no.” You mimed dread. “You’re in love with me, aren’t you.”

“What?” Vernon turned so fast you reckoned he must’ve gotten whiplash. 

“I’m joking.” Punching his arm lightly, you gave him a lighthearted smile, ignoring the way your heart pounded at the brunt question. “I’d love to go to the little party. You didn’t have to use Joshua to invite me.”

“Well,” Vernon’s ears turned pink once again. “I’d say I’d pick you up and give you a ride home after, but- I don’t think we’d both fit on my bike.” 

Both your lips twitched at the reminder of that night, where the two of you had laughed like it was the first time either one of you had found anything remotely funny. 

“I’ll drive.” You offered, once the wave of silent laughter dissipated. “You can hitch your bike to the back of my car.” 

“Me,” Vernon’s mouth dropped comically as he pressed his hands to his chest. “A passenger princess? How lucky.”

His smile widened as you laughed, and he shamelessly basked in the sound of it. 

Y/N: 2? Vernon: 2? The universe: 1

The smell of musk was the first thing that hit you as the two of you entered Joshua’s townhouse. It was a small, quaint place, decorated to the brim with trinkets and flower pots, overflowing with both people and food. Vernon led the way as you shuffled in, greeting familiar faces and smiling at strangers. 

“I thought you said ‘small gathering.’” You yelled, tiptoed next to Vernon so you could reach his ear. 

You could tell from his eyes that he had no idea what you were saying. “What?” He yelled back, although his voice was carried away by the crowd as well.

“I said-” You felt like you might burst a lung trying to communicate. “I thought you said, ‘small gathering!’” 

He stared at you blankly, blinking slowly, evidently still not in the loop. 

Giving up, you were about to turn away when you suddenly felt his whole body shake, quivering against you as he laughed. 

“What the fuck?” You yelled, this time right in his face. 

“I heard you the first time, silly.” He yelled back, a shit-eating grin spreading wider as he watched your eyebrows furrow. 

“Party Vernon sucks.” You concluded, moving away, only to be pulled back by his hand on your arm.

“Didn’t you complain that I was too ‘mysterious’?” He yelled, laughing harder when you visibly paled. “Yeah, I heard that. But it’s okay. I am very…how did you put it. Sullen, at work.”

Hiding your face, you slapped his chest, causing him to groan in pain. 

“Ow.” 

“Ow.” You mocked back. There really was no answer as to where the sudden childishness came from, but the way Vernon was staring at you- it made reason seem almost meaningless.

He threw his head back and laughed, soundless against the party’s atmosphere but somehow just as electrifying. 

“Have fun, Y/N.” He said, grabbing your hands. “Let’s dance.” 

Y/N: 2 Vernon: 3 The universe: 1

You had always sworn by the fact that driving late at night with the windows down, cold air blowing through your hair was the way to go. 

“Admit it!” Vernon yelled through the wind, glancing at you from the passenger seat. “You had fun tonight.”

“I did.” You admitted. The party had been overwhelming at first, but the later the night got, the more fun you discovered yourself to have. “I haven’t had a night like that in a while.”

You braked at a red light and flipped through your playlist, switching on the one song you knew would get a reaction out of Vernon. 

“I know you wanna love But I just wanna fuck And girl, you know the deal I gotta keep it real I know you wanna see I know you wanna be In my B.E.D., grinding slowly”

The light turned green and you continued to drive, the roads empty and deserted, street lamps illuminating the world in a soft amber. Occasionally, you’d glance over at Vernon, who was bopping his head to the beat, murmuring the lyrics under his breath. 

Oblivious man. 

Reaching over, you turned the volume up, as if the louder the music was, it’d somehow reverberate its message into his skull. Get a hint! You wanted to scream at him. I’m kind of in love with you and want to jump your bones! Hello??

Vernon continued to groove to the music without a care in the world.

“This is a good song!” He yelled in your ear, his voice mixed with the whistling of the air, whooshing past you. 

“I know!” You screamed back. Oh my god. Is he really this dense? 

The song kept playing as you drove, winds calming down as you neared his place. In between the gap of the song switching to the next, Vernon spoke, his calm voice contrastingly the loudness before. 

“I think I’m going to quit the job.” 

You nearly crashed the car at his words, jerking the steering wheel back as you computed his words. “What?”

“I mean,” he turned in his seat to face you, his hair catching the last pieces of moonlight and shimmering against his skin. “I’ve always hated my job. And I already wrote a resignation letter and everything.” 

“Oh.” 

He must’ve noticed your silence, because he quickly continued. “Who knows? I might try being a rockstar or something.” 

“A rockstar?” You let out an astonished laugh. Vernon Chwe seemed to be surprising you at every turn, even when you felt like you'd already figured him out. 

He hummed. “Yeah. It just keeps..calling me, y’know?”

“Well then you should go for it.” You parked into the driveway of his apartment complex and turned to face him. “Really.”

“You think so?” His eyes were sparkling like precious jewels. 

“Yeah. I do.”

Even though you knew that meant your next note would be your last. 

Y/N: -10 Vernon: 3 The universe: -10

The office seemed even colder without the presence of Vernon around you. Even though he had always kept to himself, you could feel the lack of “Vernon” in the atmosphere. How he’d entrance you with the funny way he’d walk down the hall, his countless snack breaks and your shared copier trips. But most of all- it was the lack of notes.

“First day without Mr. Cubicle Number 218, how do you feel?” Anne asked you from her own desk. “Although, I guess he’s not 218 anymore, huh?”

“Yeah.” You stared dejectedly at your computer screen. “This job sucks.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re quitting too.” Anne let out a loud sigh. “I still think you should’ve told him you liked him.”

“I did!” You protested, rather loudly, drawing odd looks from nearby coworkers. 

“You played a sex song in the car.” Anne pointed out, lowering her voice. “That is not confessing.” 

“Well he should’ve put two and two together. The lyrics on the note was from that song.”

Anne laughed. “We’re talking about the male species. They wouldn’t know subtlety if it ran them over with a truck.” 

“Whatever.” You muttered, returning to sulk in front of your giant mountain of paperwork. “He definitely didn’t like me like that anyways.” Sifling through the papers, you sighed. “I’m going to fax these, I’ll be right back.” 

Anne only hummed, too engrossed by whatever she was reading on her phone. 

Opening up the copier, you frowned at the paper already sitting there, a hot pink post-it note with messy handwriting scrawled on it. 

“With all the variables in life, baby can you be my constant?” 

You didn’t remember writing this. 

“Call me ;)” 

A loud laugh escaped you as you covered your mouth, looking around to make sure you hadn’t been caught loitering in the copy room once again. Grabbing your phone from your pocket you fumbled the numbers on the bottom of the note in, raising it to your ear as you listened to it ring. 

“Hello?” You whispered, cupping your hand around your mouth to avoid detection. 

Silence.

“Vernon?” 

The sound of shuffling from the other line reached your ears. “You didn’t think I was just going to leave without saying goodbye, right?”

“Vernon?” 

“Actually, pretend I didn’t say that.” 

Your heart puttered to a stop.

“When can I see you again?” 

Y/N: 0 Vernon: ♾️ The universe: 0

[hyuuukais]

11:56PM

chan x reader

it's almost time. slowly, you get out of bed, taking one last look at your boyfriend. he's somehow fallen asleep before you, a rare occurance, but perfect for your plan. it doesn't take you long to find the supplies- candles, matches, and the cupcake you'd picked up from his favourite local bakery.

"love?"

no response.

shake his shoulder lightly.

"baby?"

his single word comes out followed by a small breath, freshly woken up. 11:58 now, and you can't help admiring his sleepy face, the way his hair is mussed from the pillows. crawling carefully back into bed, you giggle as he immediately wraps his arms around your torso, burying his face into you.

"five more minutes."

"five?" you hum, pretending to be deep in thought. you look at the clock on your nightstand- 11:59. "how about one?"

chan looks up at you, a curious expression on his face. lifting the cupcake, a single, blue candle stuck into it, the pieces click into place in his mind. he laughs shyly, looking away from you, but sits up.

the dim light from the candle reflects in his eyes- his beautiful eyes. right as the clock hits 12:00AM, he blows it out, leaving the moon to light the room.

"happy birthday, my love."

"the happiest, when i'm with you." chan whispers.

............ ᥫ᭡.

notes ♡ i've never written a timestamp thing before, so i'm not entirely sure if there are certain rules to follow in terms of how it's written or how long it is? but i did try to keep it short and sweet (wc is 218). i'm very eepy writing this, so there may be spelling mistakes. n e way. happy birthday, dear channie. i genuinely don't know where or who i'd be today without him. his words helped me through an extremely rough time for me, and i will be forever grateful. Wishing him the best day 💙

taglist -> @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom @quokkabite

[stsgluver]

synopsis. after nineteen days of being stuck in the dark, gojo comes home.

wc. 760

tags. slight angst, slight fluff, comfort, SPOILERS FOR JJK MANGA CHAPT 218 (although I think we all know now but yk), dad!gojo

"baby?"

satoru's voice was barely above a whisper as he clicked the front door shut. there was no response which was expected given the fact it had gone midnight. it was now the twentieth day since he'd been sealed and the only things that had been on his mind were you and his beautiful daughter.

so although the silence was expected, it didn't stop his heart from dropping to his stomach as he worried something had happened to you whilst he was gone. satoru hadn't expected to come back to nanami gone, he was terrified shoko was going to tell him that you, his precious non-sorcerer lover, were gone too.

there was only one light on in your little apartment: your daughter's nightlight. the dull light bled through the door that was slightly ajar. she was only eight months old and had been struggling to sleep so it wasn't unusual for one of you to end up easing her back to slumber halfway through the night.

a pang of guilt hit him as he questioned if it was his daughter struggling to sleep or if it was you laying awake at night wondering if he'd ever come back.

satoru took in an uneasy breath before slowly pushing open the door to your daughter's nursery.

there you were, your body curled up on the rocking chair next to your daughter's cot. you had a blanket wrapped loosely around your body and satoru wouldn't be surprised if this was how you'd been sleeping the last nineteen nights.

satoru dropped to his knees before you and for a moment he thinks that he should just let you rest. you’re probably exhausted looking after your child alone with no knowledge of his whereabouts. he knew shoko would’ve kept you in the loop but there was only so much you were allowed to know — even as the partner to the strongest sorcerer alive.

“gorgeous, i’m home,” satoru extended his cursed technique as his thumb comes to brush against your cheek. his infinity wrapped around you, a second blanket if you will, this one bringing him ease that you were safe again.

you stirred slightly at the physical contact, then abruptly sat up straight in panic at the unexpected touch. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been concerned for the wellbeing of you and your daughter since he'd disappeared.

there was a second, as your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you focused in on the man in front, that neither of you breathed. you were awake and real and he was here and alive.

you couldn't stop the hot ugly tears that slipped down your checks as you choked back sobs, afraid to wake your daughter.

satoru quietly hushed you. his arms were wrapped fully around you now as you had slid off the chair and onto the floor in front of him. he felt your tears dampen his tight shirt and listened to your whispered begs to never do that again, to never leave you.

“i’m here, i’m here,” satoru muttered into your hair over and over, repeating it like a mantra, like it was a promise he could keep. if he had any tears left in him, he would have been crying too.

it was another several minutes before either of you could muster the energy to move to a more comfortable position. neither of you felt okay with leaving your daughter alone at such a vulnerable time so you made a makeshift bed out of pillows and blankets scattered across the room.

both of you would ache in the morning but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make to experience some form of comfort for the first time in weeks.

you settled yourself on top of satoru, leg hooked across his body as you clung to him like he was on the verge of being sealed again. his heart beat loudly beneath your ear and you savoured the sound you felt you'd taken for granted all those nights before.

satoru thought you'd fallen asleep, having significantly relaxed against him, until he heard your quiet voice that was slightly hoarse from crying.

“is megumi coming home soon too?”

satoru hesitated for a moment and, maybe if things weren't the way they were, he'd be more honest. but your skin was so soft and fragile beneath his touch and your daughter's light snores gave him a shred of hope he shouldn't have anymore.

so he smiled and let the lie slip naturally off of his tongue.

"he'll be home soon, trust me."

a/n. currently working through my wips while I have some time. shockingly I can't actually get myself to finish any of my majorly angsty ones rn.

[fletching-scar]

Shinon's body flickers as he watches Morion test the blade, as he inspects the blood beading on his thumb-pad. It's a microcosm, he supposes, of the man's great reckless valor.

Flickers, and then again with the praise. He shrugs it away. He's got no business making it a feather in his cap, not after what he pulled.

(And archery is only a noble vocation if you're shooting in the right direction. Morion had been all agreeable and sanguine when Shinon mentioned making do with what you've got... but would he feel the same way if he knew whose woods Shinon was stalking as a kid?)

He demurs. "Anything worth doing..." he recites, and then trails off. If anyone knows the back half of that little chestnut, it's Morion.

Shinon shakes his head. Something else is eating him, gnawing with thousands of little pin-teeth. He can't shake it away.

"You... taught your boy to shoot, huh? Funny. My da--my father taught me, too."

The words hang in the air like a confession, as though this in itself is a crime. Having been small. Having learned from someone else, as though he might have otherwise conjured the skill from thin air. Having ever relied upon his sire.

Shinon laughs bitterly, if only to shatter the silence. "Bastard. Shit teacher, too."

spitshine

[yourfatherlucifer]

oh that ninth member post was delicious. and reminds me of a similar idea i had. in which male reader wins through a contest an exclusive pass to access atz's backstage and meet them personally. however it seems to come with an extra benefit which is getting railed by all of them

Okay I shall continue this idea.

MDNI

ot8!ateez x reader

summary: getting railed by ateez

warnings: MDNI, the usual short smut, mxm, cocks, poly group.

au; none

genre: smut/drabble

WC: 218

Imagine somehow being the only person to win a backstage to meet the rising fame boy group, Ateez.

They had ended the final stage with Guerilla and you had just finished screaming your poor lungs out when you received the text message:

CONGRATS M/N L/N, please make your way backstage and a security guard will escort you!

You had slapped your hand over your mouth and made your way through the crowd.

Now.

Imagine meeting all eight of the boys, they were surprised to see a male fan and not the usual female.

The one and only Choi San was the first to stare you down, hungrily, sexing you up with his eyes. The lust already filling his body up. The blood rushing to his cock. He just had to have you. So he pulled the members away from you and discussed his plans. They all agreed.

So imagine each man taking their turn with you, filling your tight hole with their large cocks, always another members hands on you while you are being pounded from behind.

You’re just fucked out by the train of men being ran on you. It’s like a dream come true, all eight men just having you to themselves.

Your own cock is overstimulated from the amount of times you have cum untouched.

-

[ad0rechuu]

Omg TT

I really need a hug so what better person then Seonghwa :(

hugs with number 32. ‘Long-lasting hugs‘

Please and thank you!

it would mean the world <3333

❪ # ix ❫ : SEONGHWA. ━━ PROMPT 32

stay beautiful by jamie

🏷️ gn! reader , fluff / comfort, tw: they are just very tired ig , wc: 218 , notes: leo my beloved!!! i hope ur feeling better *insert cat gif* and that you like this! i’m always here for u mwah !

Seonghwa came home just as you settled in bed. It was probably way too early to be in your pajamas to be considered socially acceptable but you didn’t care.

And apparently neither did he as went to change as soon as he saw your current state, rather than his usual routine.

Seonghwa and you didn’t have a particularly bad day, but you were both exhausted. You've both had a long day. Probably in different ways but you shared the feeling nonetheless; you could tell with just a simple glance.

He entered the bedroom with a small, tired smile on his perfect features as a greeting, which you returned.

Instead of going straight to his side of the bed, he made a detour to go to your side. You already knew what he craved because you were craved the same thing, so you sat up in your place.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, immediately wrapping his arms around your figure. You copied his actions, resting your chin on his firm shoulder as you allowed yourself to close your eyes.

You don’t know how long you sat there holding each other. But for the first time after he came home, he broke the comfortable silence.

“You did well today, Yn.”

“So did you.”

[underburningstars]

blood in coffee 11

(Part 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt creepy, wc 218, implied nsfw

Regulus is staring. 

He isn’t ashamed of it. James has a face anyone would want to stare at. Though he’s pretty sure the rest of the patrons in the cafe think he’s some creepy guy with no social skills. But it’s not his fault. James looks so sexy while making coffee. How can anyone expect Regulus to control himself? 

The way James’ arms flex and biceps strain under the short sleeves. The rough, veiny hands that always touch his skin so tenderly. The thick, long fingers he has felt in places he should not be thinking about in public. 

The sinful tongue that has brought him intense pleasure; is now caught between his teeth. The big, brown eyes that crinkle innocently at patrons but Regulus intimately knows what they look like, dark and half-lidded with lust. 

The messy curls that are always so soft under his fingers. The smiling lips that can drag the most embarrassing sounds out of Regulus. 

That he hasn’t jumped James’ bones yet is already a remarkable feat. James catches his eye across the room, and the aforementioned lips curve up into a smirk. Regulus’ breath hitches in his chest. He looks down at his book and tries to ignore the tingling in his body. 

It’ll hurt more than anything if he loses this. 

[fanfaire]

ALL APLOMB IS MUSTERED TO KEEP the unhappiness from reaching her face — an act she at least knows well ; she shifts her focus to the game instead, taking note of the knave's dice and decisions to keep the tide of watery memory at bay.⠀(⠀and watery it is, all at once a murky palette of indistinct sounds & shapes,⠀& much too vivid yet the same.⠀)

where this tournament is concerned, it's. . . difficult to tell what kind of strategy her opponent has planned. furina glances up, but the knave's smiling face doesn't offer anything in the way of hints either——not that she'd expected it to. eyes drop to the cloth board again.

at the very least, she mostly remembers how to play this deck. a liben turn one is always good. "i just don't care as much for the taste of alcohol," she admits, and though it starts assured enough, she can't help looking somewhat embarrassedly to the side after anyway. "some varieties can be suitable for certain occasions, i'll admit. but i'd still prefer something——" sweeter. she clears her throat. "——lighter."

shinobu applies electro, and she sets her cards face down to indicate her turn. "then. . . er, what brings you here too? there isn't something about genius invokation that you're investigating, is there?"

　✧　WHITE QUEEN⠀/⠀BLACK KING

　　 　　　　 　　 　 　　❪　comm. bloom　/　TCG　❫

[heartepub]

the cities in which (teaser)

summary. sometimes you leave, sometimes you stay. yet though the threads of life tangle, they never break. ft. lee seokmin and hansol vernon chwe genre/tags. angst, fluff, romance, themes of identity and language, inspired by the past lives (2023) film preview wc. ~600 ; full wc. ~10k target posting. february 18 (happy birthday, 218 bros!)

notes. this started as a thought of I'm too lazy to release two separate fics for their birthday and now we ended up here. title from the li-young lee poem and poetry collection. inclusivity notes at the end of the preview. also a psa: given the nature of the story, if there's anyone here who is korean-american / asian-american and willing to beta/do a sensitivity read just in case, pls hmu!!!

It seems a miracle that after days of rain, the sky chooses today to rest. Light flicks off the small puddles left on the pavement, and is reflected, serene, on the surface of the pool. Fresh off the bad weather, the park is quiet, absent of its usual crowd.

Today, Seokmin tries to spot a face he has not seen in years.

Though the surroundings are serene, his mind is awhirl with the significance of today. He finds himself regressing to his childhood habit, fiddling with his fanny pack and rubbing the strap with his thumb and forefinger. His eyes flick between roaming the park, and checking his watch.

Time passes painfully slowly; he is half-tempted to begin bouncing on the balls of his feet, just to release the nervous energy plaguing his body. He doesn’t know how much that face would have changed, yet he trusts in himself enough to recognize both the face and the soul behind it. Sure enough, you appear from behind one of the trees, and Seokmin knows. You catch his gaze, and he sees the moment you also know.

You begin to walk toward him, circling the edge of the pool. Seokmin just observes, tamping down the emotions that swell in his chest as he takes in your appearance in full.

There are subtle differences—your style is a more comfortable mix between business and casual, where before your fashion leaned more toward the latter. The way you carry yourself is more relaxed, assured in a way that only ever comes when the weight of adulthood has nestled itself in one’s bones.

He feels you taking him in as well; suddenly, he’s hyper-conscious of the shirt he chose for today, the comfortable sweater and light-wash jeans a little too strange against the smarter, albeit dressed down look of your blouse. It’s not like you’re a couple trying to match, he chastises himself.

Any thought of that stops when you finally stop in front of him.

Seokmin stares at a person he has not seen in more than twenty years, and he watches you do the same.

The distance that stood between you at your first and second goodbye’s lingers, still not crossed. So much has changed, and he doesn’t know yet what remains the same. His body is hot, then cold. Every emotion overtakes him—shock, sadness, disbelief. Yet the one that settles most comfortably into the moment is simply relief.

“Wow,” he chuckles softly.

“Wow,” you echo, your laugh breathless as it hangs in the air between you.

He’s almost startled when you close the distance first, wrapping your arms around his neck in a fierce hug. He chuckles a little; he should have expected this of you. Seokmin’s own arms encircle your waist, pulling you in. You smell faintly of soap and ink, nothing like the shampoo he remembered from when you were children. 

Twenty years.

The utter physicality of the presence is overwhelming.

“It’s so good to see you,” he says, mouth a little behind your ear. Your chin grazes against the back of his shoulder as you nod before stepping away. 

A beat passes, and you start to laugh.

After a moment, Seokmin joins in, not quite sure why you’re both laughing, but it’s definitely much better than crying. He lets the amazement at the situation wash over him. Eventually, the laughter settles, and fades.

“I really don’t know what to say,” you murmur, smiling at him.

“I don’t, either,” he confesses. “What should I say? It’s just been so long. Like, twelve years?”

“Yeah, around that much.” You look around, suddenly noticing the relatively quiet park. “Shall we go, then?”

“Yeah,” Seokmin smiles. “Tour me around your city.” You fall into step beside him.

It really is so good to see you.

inclusivity notes

there are no physical descriptions of the mc, nor any mentions of a korean last name, yet it is a major plot point that they grew up in korea before relocating

the existence of a korean name is briefly mentioned, but I'm not providing it

given the korean cultural background, some anecdotes on immigrant experiences will be mentioned, but none so much relating to the mc's physical appearance

if these are not agreeable please don't engage with the fic!

[blackbird-brewster]

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A Ferris Wheel For Two

Summary: You take Seokmin out for a cute little carnival date as a birthday gift and act like little kids about it. He must be using his birthday wishes on you, your one wish is to give him a day he would remember and you've done it in spades.

WC: 2.4k

Established relationship, food, mentions of living together, a tiny hint of insecurity, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: I am SO late to 218 day but the one and only reason why I didn't write something for Vernon was because of this cover Dokyeom did and it filled me with too many feelings. But also this is for @seokmins who is the Dokyeom to my Vernon <3333

“You know, when you told me you wanted to take me out somewhere for my birthday, I didn’t expect this.” Seokmin laughed, staring out at the bright colors of the carnival you decided to bring him to as you parked.

“What, you expected a fancy dinner or something? I could always turn around and we can do that instead.” You teased, staring at him out of the corner of your eye with a raised eyebrow. 

“No, no. This is perfect, thank you.” He turned to face you now, his eyes scrunching up and crinkling in the way you’ve always loved when he smiled. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” “Being yourself. I love you just the way you are, you know that? Now come on, let’s go make your birthday special.” You say, punctuating your statement by opening your door. “It already is though, because I’m here with you.” He half whined, but complied in getting out of the car to join you.

Seokmin takes up your hand immediately, swinging your intertwined arms in time with your steps as you walk towards the ticket booth. In the bright sunlight, you can’t help but admire the sparkles in his eyes as he hummed to himself. Everything about him was so endearing, it filled your heart until it felt like you would burst from it, and you hoped with all your heart that you would give him the kind of day he deserved. 

“So, where does the birthday boy want to go first?” You teased. “You can get anything you want and I’ll pay for it. Food, games, rides, whatever you want.” 

He shook his head, ducking it to try and hide the smile that split across his face, but it was hard to hide it from you when you could practically feel the joy radiate off him. It wasn’t an exaggeration to call him your sunshine, or sunshine in general when the happiness he would experience practically came off him in waves. So you let him hold onto his pride (for now) and simply kissed his cheek. “Well, what’ll it be? I need an answer, you know.” 

“I can’t believe you sometimes, you spoil me too much. But if you want me to pick so much, let’s go to the merry-go-round.” 

After buying a sizable amount of tickets, and trying in vain to fit them in your bag, Seokmin leads you to the gilded merry-go-round in the middle of the carnival. Neither of you minded the line for it, nor the fact that it seemed almost entirely composed of energetic kids and their parents as you both giggled over the stories you told each other. Maybe the kids’ energy was rubbing off on you as you giddily hopped up on a painted horse with Seokmin at your side. Even as you both knew the horses didn’t actually move you pretended to have a race anyways, playfully taunting each other as you spun around. You intentionally chose a horse that was slightly behind him so he would win the ‘race’, and that didn’t escape his notice when he kissed your forehead after getting off.

“So, what would the winner of our race like to say to his loving fans?” You joked, wandering around aimlessly.

“Well, I would love to tell them that none of this would be possible without the support of my wonderful partner for losing on purpose. It was from their selfless act that I was able to get this far.” He spoke dramatically, sending you into another fit of giggles. 

You passed by an ice cream stand and slightly nudged him in its direction after seeing the way he was eyeing it, and ambled up to the back of its line to choose  your flavors.

“Hm, which do I want? Vanilla? Chocolate? The mixed version? Oh, there’s a version with churros too…” He mumbled to himself, brows furrowing a little.

“How about we get a big mixed one with churros so we can share it? You can cover all your options with it, I’m sure we can finish it together.” 

Now settled on your choice, you halfheartedly glared at him as he tried to pull out his wallet. “Absolutely not.” You stated, making an attempt to snatch it. “I told you I would pay for everything, and I mean it.” 

“But that’s a lot of money and I don’t mind helping you pay for things since we’re enjoying this together.” He protested, yanking his wallet away from your reach. 

You hummed to yourself, seemingly in thought, but Seokmin could identify the mischievous gleam in your eye from anywhere and you weren’t fooling him. 

“What are you going to do?” He asked slowly, putting his wallet away for safekeeping (and far out of your reach).

“Nothing!” You chirped, earning a skeptical hum from him. “I just want you to know that if you try to pay for anything, then I’m stealing your wallet for the rest of the day. You’ll get it back when we go home though.” 

He rolled his eyes at the cheerful way you said it, mumbling under his breath about you hanging around his hyungs too much with a pout. 

“Aw, it’s okay. If it makes you feel better, you can do the same thing for my birthday too.” That immediately perked him up, and you giggled at how fast he was able to bounce back from that. Maybe he wasn’t as upset about it as he looked, and maybe putting the idea of spoiling you silly for your birthday in his head wasn’t a good idea either, but you still won for today and that’s what mattered. You just hope that maybe he will forget about it by the time your birthday comes around. (spoiler: he does not)

Sitting down with your giant, churro ladened serving of ice cream topped with a pair of spoons made you feel like you were truly embodying the spirit of every carnival date ever. You weren’t really complaining, quite the opposite actually, and it was really very hard to be any kind of disappointed at how giddy Seokmin was at the sight of it. It was a little cold for ice cream, seeing as it was the middle of February, but the bright sunlight made the chill of it far more bearable. But as you traded bites from spoons and churros alike for each other, the chill faded away. 

Now very unwilling to go on any of the rides until you both digested the sheer amount of dessert you ate, you headed towards the games. All the flashing lights and dizzying colors seemed to meld together for you, you had a hard time picking them apart after a while so you watched Seokmin contentedly as he inspected the prizes for one he wanted. You both drifted from booth to booth, swinging hands as you went, until he stopped abruptly. A giant bear gazed down at the passing onlookers with a small smile, and he smiled back up at it unconsciously. Despite its size, it was fairly simple in design and contrasted heavily against the other prizes around it. You personally thought most of the prizes at carnivals were too gaudy, but you could definitely see this one becoming a part of your shared home. You both shared a knowing look as you approached the game with determination. 

Like many other carnival games, it was deceptively easy in theory: throw darts at balloons and get prizes based on how many were popped. To get the giant bear you’d both been eyeing, you had to pop 20 balloons together. You had to admit to yourself, you weren’t sure how good Seokmin was at this because you’d never been in a situation like this with him before. Well, there was a first time for everything, and you weren’t too bad of a shot yourself. At least, you hoped so. Any certainty you had about your skills soon diminished as you paid for the game though, reluctantly arming yourself with the little darts provided to you. 

Seokmin seemed to sense your nervousness, putting his darts down to squeeze your hand tight in his. “We’ve got this, I know we do. Even if we don’t, we can always try again. Fighting.” 

You laughed at how serious he said the last part, feeling your nerves fade as you picked your darts back up. “Fighting.” You responded, setting a fierce grin on your face. 

As soon as a whistle sounded, you both threw the darts with all of your might, cheering with every balloon that popped. The speed at which you threw them slowed as you ran out of both targets and darts, aiming more carefully now to ensure that you hit them. Now down to the final balloons, you’re the only one with darts left as Seokmin acts as your personal cheerleader. Your eyes narrow, your grip tightens, the entire world falls away until it’s just you and your target. You pull your arm back and throw the final dart, focusing so intently on the way it sails through the air that it feels like it’s moving in slow motion. With a sharp pop! and the chime of a bell, the final target had been felled. 

Seokmin sweeps you up in a tight hug, whooping loudly in your ear as you both jump up and down in excitement. You can barely register how loud you’re screaming with the way the blood rushes through your ears combined with Seokmin’s presence as both overwhelm you. You both hold onto some kind of dignity though and calm down quickly, now very aware of the fact that you were in a public space. The person running the game wordlessly hands over the bear you request, their judgment nearly palpable. Seeing a pair of full grown adults jump and scream like children wasn’t going to win you any favors with them, so you left quickly to their job and trotted away with your bear in tow. 

“I don’t know if we can go on any of the roller coasters anymore with this.” Seokmin laughed, tugging lightly on one of its ears. 

“Hm, it would be a shame to have to leave it on the ground every time we wanted to go on one, and I don’t think we would want to put it in our backseat after that either.” You hummed, running a hand through its fur. “We don’t have to go on any of the rides if you don’t want to, and it’s getting a little late anyways.”

Seokmin looked up at the sky, marveling at the way the bright blue sky had started to turn golden. “Wow, you were right. I didn’t even realize how much time we spent here. I guess time passed us by so fast because of all the fun we were having, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

As he looked back down at you, something caught his eye over your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. Right by the exit of the carnival was a giant Ferris wheel, its frame dotted with tiny twinkling lights. 

“Maybe there is a ride we can go on after all.” 

Trying to get onto the Ferris wheel near sunset went about as well as you expected. Other couples were trying to get on as well, the line snaking around the little railings set up next to the wheel. Neither of you minded, passing the time by talking and taking turns carrying the bear. You always enjoyed the ability to talk in length with Seokmin, he always had something interesting to say, but at the same time the front of the line couldn’t come fast enough as your arms ached under the weight of your prize. You were more than a little jealous of the way he was able to carry it with ease, he seemed to only pass it off to you because you insisted on taking turns. Curse him and his perfectly sculpted arms. 

Finally, you got to rest your feet as you sat in your carriage on the wheel, the bear sitting across from you. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you slowly ascended, the sunlight rising with you until it broke past the horizon. Everything was painted deep gold as far as the eye could see, lapping over crevasses in the buildings like a blanket. The sight jolted you up as you leaned out the window slightly to gaze at the view. 

Seokmin took pictures of the landscape from the top once you had stopped, a smile as warm as the sunlight spreading across his face. The view from atop the wheel was beautiful, but the sight he treasured most was you, your sun-stained hair making a halo around you. Seokmin wouldn’t blame his heart for bursting right then and there if it did, the amount of love he held for you filled him utterly. 

He gently placed his hand on yours, drawing your attention to him with a questioning hum. He brought his other hand up to cup your cheek and you instinctively leaned in, closing your eyes for a slow kiss. Everything about this moment was just right, the perfect amount of simple and sweet. And as the wheel started to descend, the light fading as dusk began to shade you, Seokmin couldn’t help but think that this was the best birthday gift you could have ever given him. 

Now sufficiently tired out from the day’s events, you both made your way back to your car as the soft glow of sunset fell into the haze of twilight. You didn’t even complain when he guided you to the passenger seat, taking the driver’s seat instead. When you and the bear were both secured in place, he began the drive home in the soft darkness. Glancing over at you only confirmed his suspicions, you had already fallen asleep with your head resting against your seatbelt. You deserved the rest after everything you had done for him today, and he was going to make sure he showed you his appreciation. Nothing could end his day better than a cozy night in, eating takeout from your favorite place as you watched something together. With that plan in mind, he drove carefully to avoid disturbing you as the moon climbed higher into the sky.

[still-scribblin]

Attempt #218

The one reboot where Eleanor and Tahani were assigned soulmates

tags: vague descriptions of smut, Tahani-centric

wc: 569 | fic is hyperlinked to the title!

[moon3verland]

"You don't have to do all this, you know."

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Park Jongseong x Reader GENRE! Pure Fluff! Established Relationship〘WC: 218〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; None!! ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫˚

(Name) stood in the centre of Jay Park’s luxurious penthouse, her arms crossed as she eyed the latest gifts he had brought in. Designer bags, jewellery, and a bouquet of her favourite flowers—all arranged carefully on the grand marble table. More Under Cut

Jay, leaning casually against the kitchen island, just smirked. “But I want to,” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “You deserve the best, and I can give you that.”

(Name) sighed, walking over to the table, her fingers lightly brushing over the leather of a new handbag. “It’s not about deserving it. You spoil me too much.”

Jay pushed off the counter and strolled toward her, his presence effortlessly commanding. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Let me take care of you. Let me do this.”

She looked up at him, her expression softening. It was hard to argue when he looked at her like that, with such sincerity and affection. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, though there was no real annoyance in her voice.

“I know,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But you love me anyway.”

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into his embrace. “Yeah, I do.”

And as Jay held her close, he couldn’t help but think that no matter how much he spoiled her, it would never be enough to show how much he truly cared.

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[lgchyunjin]

“very fun, oh yes i’d do it again. it’s also very strange to be in a mall after hours like this, gives the whole place a rather spooky vibe...” hyunjin trails off, though he knows he isn’t supposed to be commenting on the location, but rather the experience. “i truly liked my team. everyone on the team is a go-getter and we were here to win. i hope i wasn’t the one who was dragging them down if anything. also, a big thank to sanghyun who i was with for the majority of the game until we had to part ways.” 

“couldn’t really plan anything out about this, which is why it kept me on my toes for the entire run time, and.... it was fun. getting to see the other trainees who are your friends but in this realm, they’re your enemy. you can’t be nice to them all, all the time i guess. it’s a game, i suppose. can’t take it personally, right? right?” hyunjin laughs, scratching idly at his neck, feeling a bit bad about his run-in with jieun. “i think i pulled my weight.... i hope. i think? yea. it was a good time. sign me up for the next season if there is one.” he nods jubilantly, giving thumbs up to the camera. 

[besaem]

[ HAN SAEM as VIKTOR NIKIFOROV ]

Saem hadn’t planned to dress up—in fact he’d not been planning to go to the Boo Bash at all. But, when a pretty boy asks you to do something, you don’t refuse. So, he finds himself kitted out in form fitting black pants, a shirt, and a military-esque white and pink jacket. Despite knowing they’d be an absolute pain to walk around in, he’d also bought a pair of ice skates and blade guards, spending an evening walking around in them at home to make sure he wasn’t going to break an ankle. Surprisingly, his good balance had come in handy, and he’d found it far easier than expected to walk in the skates, if a little awkward. 

The one aspect of the look that terrifies him, however, is the hair. Somehow, he’d let himself get talked into bleaching it. He’d never in his life dyed his hair, let alone bleached it to the completely opposite end of the hair colour spectrum. But, again, anything to please a pretty boy. He knows he can always dye it black again (which he’s sure he’ll end up doing sooner rather than later. So, the weekend of the Boo Bash arrives, and Saem, with his newly platinum blonde hair, and his figure skater outfit, sets out for a weekend of fun.