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Lucifer: *working in his office*
Mc: *entering his office, clearly trying to hold back tears*
Mc: "L-lucifer?"
Lucifer: "Mc? What's wrong?"
Mc: *approaches his desk*
Mc: "I-i... I'm so sorry!"
Mc: *starts to cry*
Lucifer: *gets up and goes to them*
Lucifer: "Mc, what's wrong, why are you crying?"
Mc: "... I lost my half of the matching keychains we got...."
Mc: *begins to cry more*
Lucifer: *immediately goes to hug them*
Lucifer: "It's alright, I know you loved it but it's okay. We will simply just get new ones, or if you don't like any of the ones we see, then we will just have to make them."
Mc: "I know, I just... feel terrible that I lost it. Not because I thought you'd be mad, or getting a new or different one. Mainly just because I lost it in general."
Lucifer: "I know, and I hate seeing you like this. Just know that I will do my best to comfort you in anyway you can think of."
Mc: *hugs Luci tighter*
Mc: "thank you"
Lucifer: "Anything for you, Mc."
Pt 2
#this post is brought to you by#My terrible luck of losing my Luci keychain ;-;#Only difference between me and Mc is the fact that I don't have a Luci to buy me a new one if it is fully lost#Or to even help me find it#I really hope it's not completely lost#Or that a cheaper one is for sale#I love ma boi but damn he's expensive#i'm gonna go cry now#obey me#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me mc#obey me gn!reader#obey me gn!mc#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me x gender neutral reader#obey me x gn!reader#obey me x gn!mc#obey me lucifer#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me lucifer x mc
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No cuz wouldn’t it be so funny if 049 was handed a ‘sick’ patient and finds that they have no trace of the pestilence in them but researchers keep insisting that the patient is sick.
Eventually he gets pissed and that’s when they tell him that the patient has depression.
He tells them that ailments to the mind aren’t his specialty but they keep pushing him to whip up some sort of cure.
So, he requests a bunch of things, dried lavender flowers, water, oils, pots and a portable stove, sugar, etc. and he goes into full TLC mode.
First day goes by and people are like, “okay, basic mental remedies, at some point he’ll rip them open and fix the unbalanced humors in patient, right?” WRONG.
He spends time reading and talking to patient for the next few days and slowly they come out of their shell, picking up old/new hobbies that 049 introduced to them to. It’d be even cooler if patient gets better in record time than if they’d just gone to a weekly therapy session.
Anywho, patient gets taken away by foundation to do a psyche evaluation and turns out their depression is cured. (THE ONE THING 049 HAS ACTUALLY CURED)
Afterward, even if patient was formerly a researcher or a d-class, I think it wouldn’t matter in the end because they’d still be amnesticized.
Anyways, 049 has all this crap in his cell and it looks like he actually lives there now but it’s missing the person that made his prison feel like a home.
#scp 049#do not read this expecting it to be a well thought out/well made imagine#scp 049 x reader#Man#now I want to write this#I don’t have time thoughhh#And I’ve never written fanfiction before#HM.#scp foundation#moldy writes#just saying though if future me decides to write this there will HOPEFULLY be little to no romance#personally when I think of the plague doc I don’t really imagine him being in a romantic relationship but I do imagine him being in a QPR#MAYBE#(def not me projecting my flavor of ace onto him)#Also patient would not be immune to his death touch#WE DO NOT TAKE THE EASY PATH BOIS#NO SPECIAL TREATMENT#NO MYTHICAL POWERS#WE RAWDOG THE ANGST LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW#*cough*#on one final note#‘I can fix him’ ‘I can make him worse’ He’s been alive for like hundreds of years bbg/gn the one that’s going to get fixing when you are#attracted to that level of archaic sentient bipedal creature HE is the one fixing YOU.#angst no comfort
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#the idol system is such a fascinating and scary thing to me#like hearing shit over the years it's like how does anyone survive it?#(i'm staying away from all the anti-blackness of kpop & their fandoms rn so just the system)#((that was more for me bc my brain wants to go in that direction bc hooooooo. it's the main reason i cannot vibe w more than a few songs#over the last almost 15 years cause like knowing.... anyway))#like i just got groundfloored w a group rn via jbrekkie shoutout michelle like literally their debut is 24 hrs from now i've rabbitholed#since i heard their snippet on her vid and like the way ppl talk about it already like... as an outsider it's like alriiiight here we goo#they're (mgmt) pipelining another group of ppl let's be sure to support it! streamstreamvote!! oo it looks like their taking the toy/doll#route w these girls super aesthetic let's goo. & like......????? and ppl are already rabid about it. it's wild. and like this is the system#this is it. they make groups and then tease and the people who follow the conglomerate see it and are waiting to#be fed another x amount of folks doing formations and looking cute/hot open wide and consume#(like ik some (or a lot) of those accnts are bots/plants to pad the release and gain traction against algos but like also real folks too)#like not to discredit their vocal work (&dancing though some (alot) of these grps are not nearly as lit w 'dancing' as folks hype em up to#be Frfr. good movers/formations/camera motion & body rolls do not a dancer/good choreo make) but it's really secondary for a lot of#folks atp it's so strange & fascinating. and like i dug the song that's why i'm here so no knock against that but just the factory of it al#it's so damn WILD to me. but at the same time let's be real here. same dish different kitchen for a lot of western pop#they're just more transparent about it and have streamlined finding their popstars & having the public be great w it#it's just... i think it would be less strange if stan culture wasn't a thing or at least more mild than it is now#if it wasn't blown up to this unfathomably massive ever-churning industry by people in literal droves#idk idk i have a lot of thoughts on kpop it's truly a very interesting thing and to have been aware of it and into it to#an extent a while before the sonic boom in the west is an incredibly wild thing to look back on#like i wanna follow this (mostly cause i wanna hear the whole song) but also v curious but also like man the system is bad for many#reasons & here's another batch on the conveyor belt. idk :/#like as long as the participants are happy and healthy and being actually taken care of and not advantage of then great but#yk. the music industry at large is horrible (and esp to women) so like. god ide wanna think about the disparities btwn girl & boy groups#(like to start are they not referred to as 'male groups' on the reg but 'girl groups' more often than 'female'? always w the infantalizing#like given girl group has way more ring than female group but the words still conjure up different things it's just how language works#but boy group idk if i've ever really heard someone use that? and there's been a long time battle w the reclamation of 'boy band'#like it's still dirty for a lot of folks but anyway v western context but there's a large fanbase here so many fans speak as such#this is what we call our own pop groups etc. and it's just interesting and sad idk anyway it's just... huuuhhh a lot.) ok gn lol
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Mine, Only Mine — Mr. Crawling, Gap, Silvair, Chopped, Hugeface, and Scarletella x gn! reader
summery: how jealous do some of the Homicipher boys get?
tw: unhealthy relationships (Mr. Hugeface & Scarletella)
wc: 1.2k
Master List
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Crawling
❥I know people have written about how he gets jealous…but I don’t really think he does? Or at least not terribly. The scene with Mr. Chopped and the cat ears show that Mr. Crawling won’t pout or get sad at you showing affection to others, just that he wants to gain the same attention (the ear scene…). So jealousy with Mr. Crawling isn’t too bad, just be prepared to shower him with more affection than the person you originally did.
❥On the other hand, I do think his jealousy may increase if you ignore him. Say you give more attention to Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Crawling would get a bit sad and pouty, thinking you don’t like him anymore. If this happens, give him lots and lots of attention and reassurance, he’ll be super grateful. I mean he loves your affection anyways, so might as well give him some extra headpats and kisses. Even better if you only show certain signs of affection with him, it makes him feel special.
❥Overall, not the most jealous, but not completely unaffected either. Make sure he gets his daily dose of attention/quality time and he’ll be as right as rain.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Gap
❥Uh, he gets more jealous than you’d think. Like…his whole thing is he wants to be special to you…in his own strange way. Doesn’t like the thought of someone taking his place as a jokester to you. Also why he brings you things he’d think you like from time to time, just to make sure you still have that special place in your heart for him <3
❥Hates hate hates when you call him bad or not good. He’s good! He swears! Remember how he’s helped you before! Gets all frowny when you call him not good and then call someone else good. He’s good too! Guess he has to prove it, AGAIN. It’s honestly kind of endearing how he has no clue how he actually kind of does like you? But not exactly in a romantic way? It’s honestly hard to label his feelings towards you, so why should I?
❥I’d say he’s the second most jealous in this list of characters, watching on angrily as you praise someone that isn’t him. Be prepared for magazines and books galore when he’s in this mood, trying to prove his worth to you. Kind of strange for someone to try so hard when they claim to not like you…
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Silvair
❥Definitely the chillest one here. Doesn’t really get jealous at all :/ If anything, he finds it entertaining when you’re affectionate with others. Gives him more insight to his lab rats. Yes, he sees everyone as a lab rat. Idk, I can’t really see him get jealous.
❥Maybe…MAYBE if someone else tries doing research on you, or if Ms. Nurse treats you instead he’ll feel a bit off. Like…you’re his test subject, he knows you from the inside out…literally and not in the fun sense. Why would you go to someone who doesn’t know as much about you and how this world affects you? It’s very hard to spot his jealousy, doesn’t even notice it/recognize it himself. He just doesn’t want anyone to mess up his data…that’s all…totally.
❥In conclusion, not really jealous. Doesn’t feel like he needs to be. You’re ‘friends’, doctor and patient, mad scientist and lab rat not many others threaten that balance between you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Chopped
❥Honestly…Mr. Chopped I’m kinda mixed on how he’d be. Like on one hand, I could totally see him getting jealous if you call others cute or pay too much attention to them. On the other…he could probably care less. He loves himself, you love him, why does he need to get jealous? It’s clear how much you like him with the way you pamper him. I mean we get so many examples where you’re affectionate to Mr. Crawling in front of Mr. Chopped and he doesn’t really bat an eye.
❥Now, I can see if he gets a bit insecure he might get more jealous. Whether it be because Mr. Crawling pats your head or tucks you into bed, Mr. Chopped feels a bit sad. He’d like to tuck you in, you look so comfy. Might be just a bit pouty, eyeing you like a dissatisfied cat. Easily rectified with head pats or even cuddles. Gets side tracked from his jealousy as soon as you give him a sliver of attention honestly.
❥Mr. Chopped is fifty fifty when it comes to jealousy, but it’s never too bad. He’s pretty comfortable with what you both have and doesn’t really feel threatened by others. After all, you did call him cute.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Hugeface
❥I wouldn’t say he gets jealous? More possessive than anything. Like that scene when Mr. Machete stumbles into his little makeshift dollhouse that he made for you and gets all angry that he’s there. It’s more of a ‘you’re not supposed to be here, this is our playtime’ more than actual jealousy. Throws a little fit whenever someone messes up your playtime. Very accusatory lmao.
❥Does not like when you try to escape. Was he not providing enough for you? Were you unhappy? You’re not allowed to leave! You’re his cute human! He can’t just find another one y’know. Mr. Hugeface may be lenient if he sees you happier, you need enrichment after all. Feels extra happy if you come back on your own violation.
❥The most childish out of all the characters on this list. Isn’t afraid to throw tantrums, will also punish you by putting you in a solid concrete cube if he’s really upset. Yeah…not the most healthy of relationships to have…BUT! I do think you could convince him to be a bit better…? Maybe? Only if you put enough work in communicating with him though. Maybe punish him in your own way like leaving for longer if he threatens to trap you.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mr. Scarletella
❥Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Top of the list when it comes to jealousy. Watches your every move with curiosity and spite. Why are you doing that to Mr. Crawling? Do it to him instead. Why do you look so happy braiding Mr. Chopped’s hair? Style his hair instead. Why are you looking so fondly amused at Mr. Gap? Don’t you find him amusing? You do like him, right? He likes you. He likes you a lot, and he thought he was enough…was he not?
❥Will stare through your skull. It is so intimidating. His smile? Strained, it makes your skin crawl. You have to make sure he doesn’t hurt your friends, he’s so close to snapping, but he knows that would upset you and that’s not his goal. So instead he stands ominously in the background, body staticing in and out while his hand clenches the handle of his umbrella.
❥Not that easily mended. Likes to monopolize all your time and affection. Needs constant reassurance as well, he’s quite needy. If you like constant validation and no social life go for it, just don’t get too upset if he threatens your other monster friends…he can’t stand that you could like someone that wasn’t him.

#❥ • my works#homicipher x reader#mr crawling x reader#mr gap x reader#mr silvair x reader#mr chopped x reader#mr hugeface x reader#mr scarletella x reader#homicipher#mr crawling#mr gap#mr silvair#mr chopped#mr hugeface#mr scarletella#x reader
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The mood is gone pt2
✦part1 part3 part4
✦gn!reader
✦characters: Cater, Jade, Vil, Malleus
✦slightly smut
✦how the boys would react when things are just about to get heated with their beloved… and then bam! someone barges in, killing the mood.

Cater Diamond
Things had been flirty all day, photos with heart filters, little brushes of fingers, and just enough lip-biting to make your knees weak.
Now classes are over and everyone went back to their dorms, and you were straddling Cater’s lap in the empty classroom he’d dragged you into “for couple time.”
His hands trailed your thighs. His voice, breathless and smooth
“Babe… you look way too hot~ Should I take photos of us and post it on my private story?”
His lips just barely brushed yours, his hand sliding under your top—
SLAM.
“CATER!? ARE YOU IN—OH GREAT SEVENS—”
Deuce stood frozen in the doorway like he’d just walked in on a crime scene.
Cater slowly turned, one hand still on your hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Yo, Duecey. Maybe try knocking next time?”
You sighed, climbing off his lap.
“Yeah… mood’s gone.”
And you left.
Cater blinked after you, then looked at Deuce.
“You just cockblocked the best moment of my week. I’m not gonna cover you next when you break a rule.”
That night, he showed up with a heart-shaped lollipop at your door
“Let’s try again... but this time, no witnesses~”

Jade Leech
The lounge was empty. Closed. And you? Pressed up against the bar with Jade’s long fingers wrapped firmly around your hips and his lips ghosting over your throat.
“You really shouldn’t tempt me like this,” he purred, voice dangerously soft. “I don’t have much self-control when you beg like that…”
You whimpered softly, fingers clutching his uniform. His mouth hovered over your collarbone—
CLICK.
“Jade? I forgot my pen on the counter—OH FOR THE LOVE OF—”
Azul stood, horrified, in the doorway, eyes wide as his soul visibly tried to escape his body.
Jade didn’t even blink.
“Ah, Azul. A touch late, wouldn’t you?”
You groaned, pulling away, flushed and flustered.
“Mood’s gone Jade.”
And you left. Jade exhaled slowly, turning to Azul.
“Well, this has been deeply inconvenient.”
Later at night in your dorm, Jade brought you tea, pulled you gently into his lap, and whispered against your ear:
“I’m deeply sorry about what’s happened, shall I pick up where we left off, my pearl? The tension has only… intensified~”

Vil Schoenheit
You were in Vil’s room, sitting on the vanity table back pressed against his mirror, while he pressed kisses along your collarbone, undoing the first buttons of your shirt with a grace that should’ve been illegal.
“You’re intoxicating,” he murmured. “Every time I look at you, I forget the whole world.”
He pushed your hair aside, teeth grazing your shoulder—when—
BANG.
“Vil! I can’t find the hair—AH!!”
Epel stopped mid-sprint through the door, immediately turning bright red.
“WHAT IN—SWEET APPLE SAUCE I’M OUT—!”
He bolted. The door slammed.
You stared at Vil. Vil stared at the ceiling with the expression of someone trying very hard not to break something.
You cleared your throat and stepped off the vanity.
“Yeah… the mood’s gone. I think I should go.”
You left before Vil could respond.
He was silent for a long moment. Then:
“Epel. You are on cleaning duty for six months.”
That night, he returned to you with roses and your favorite chocolates.
“No more interruptions. I promise.”

Malleus Draconia
You were curled in Malleus’s lap beneath the stars, tucked in the garden. The night air was warm. His hand caressed your waist. His voice was low and thick with desire.
“You’re… dangerous to me, my love.”
His eyes glowed as he leaned in slowly, reverently, lips just brushing yours—
CRASH.
“WAHH—WAKASAMA!!! I HEARD—ARE YOU UNDER ATTACK—OH SEVENS—!!”
Sebek exploded from the bushes like a gremlin on fire.
Malleus froze mid-kiss. You choked on a squeak. Sebek’s eyes were wide in horror as he turned full crimson.
“I—I—IT WAS FOR YOUR SAFETY, MY LORD— I DIDN’T MEAN TO—”
You pulled away, wiping your lips.
“Thanks Sebek… the mood is gone.”
And with a blush and sigh, you walked off.
Malleus blinked once.
Then twice.
“Sebek.”
“YES WAKASAMA!?”
“You are forbidden from speaking for the next forty-eight hours.”
Later, Malleus appeared in your window with glowing green eyes and a velvet box.
“Shall I make the stars sing for you tonight? No interruptions this time, I promise…”
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HERE IS THE PART 2!!! Now back I said!!!
#twst x reader#twst fanfic#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst scenarios#cater x reader#twst cater#cater diamond x reader#cater diamond#jade twisted wonderland#jade leech x reader#jade x reader#jade leech#twst jade#vil twst#vil shoenheit x reader#vil x reader#vil schoenheit#malleus x y/n#twst malleus#malleus x reader#malleus x yuu#malleus draconia#twisted wonderland malleus#malleus smut#malleus draconia x reader
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OKAYS GREAT i was thinking of like plat yan saja boys x overworked teen reader, reader is a highschool student thats overwhelmed by schoolwork so when they're amongst the crowd of the saja boys performing soda pop they really couldnt care less and just walked away(◔‿◔)

Platonic!Saja Boys x GN!Teen!Reader
a/n; stranger danger is ignored here, PLS!!!! do not copy what the reader does here
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"Huh, what?" you mumble, eyes blinking separately in weariness. "What are you talking about?"
Are you that exhausted to start hallucinating about the men you saw performing earlier in the day? The leader, Juni or whatever his name was, stands in front of you with a cryptic smile. Why the fuck were they talking to you? You can't do this right now.
"Uh," he shifts the pen and paper in his hands. "Constructive criticism, please? You're part of our age range, but you don't seem to be interested. Why is that?"
You stare. "I can't do this right now."
Turning around, you plan to walk nonstop, but the other boys block your path. You look at them, bamboozled.
"Did you guys," you sigh, rubbing your eyes, half-expecting them to disappear once you open them again, "follow me all the way here for feedback? Don't you have a manager for that? Come on, dudes."
Much to your dismay, they still existed after you open your eyes.
"I mean, I worked so hard for this, I—" Juni rambles behind you, but you really could care less.
"Type shit. Not everyone is going to like you," you turn your head slightly to meet his eyes. "And unless you can do my homework for me, then I won't do any survey."
You face the rest of the band, using your arms to gently push them away. They let themselves be pushed; thank goodness you don't have to call the cops.
"We—We'll do it!"
You pause. "What?"
"Your homework! And then you'll give us your thoughts, right?"
You turn around with an evil smile.
— 📒
You haven't felt this relaxed in years.
Mystery gives you the last of the last, and you give him a happy grin. A smile of his grows at the sight.
"Thanks, Mist!" you chuckle, taking a peek at his work. It's not the prettiest handwriting, but the answers seem legit. "Good job!"
You grab a lollipop, a hairbrush, and a dumbbell, giving them respectively to Baby, Romance, and Abby.
Juni comes from around the corner. "So when you say this, then it means that. Blah blah blah, bloo bloo."
"Yeah sure whatever Juni," you shrug, not really listening. "Hey, aren't you guys gonna leave yet? You're lucky my parents are on a vacation."
They all stare at you.
"...Guys?"
They don't answer.
"Are you not... going to leave yet? Guys?"
They glance at each other.
"...Do I have to call the cops?"
— do u?
— also stranger danger!!!!! do NAWT let strangers into your house even if they're pretty, ESPECIALLY when they followed u home. DONT!!!!
#yandere kpop demon hunters#kpop demon hunters x reader#saja boys & reader#kpdh x reader#platonic#platonic yandere#x reader#saja boys x reader
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Hii hiii!
I see you’re taking requests!!
Can I please request something with the Hanks from date everything? They’re one of my favorites and sadly there’s not really much to read yet 💔
fem or Gn reader please (whichever you want to write)
Maybe they get hurt while doing some tricks with the Hanks? nothing major maybe at worst a broken ankle or something? (Specifics don’t matter to me)
And the hanks kinda freak out about it? And reader is like ‘guys chill it’s fine’
Romantic please 🙏 these guys are soo cute!!
I usually don’t request stuff so lmk if I worded anything wrong!! Thank you!!
꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂
Hank(s) x Injuried Reader
☆ You get injuried and your himbo boyfriends wanna take care of you!
☆Warning(s) Blood and injury.
☆Author Note(s) Horribly short, but this was interesting to write. I've never done so many people in one fic before.
꧁ ༺ ── ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ── ༻ ꧂
All you want to do is hang with your favorite himbos and have a good time. Maybe chase this ‘gnarly’ feeling that the Hanks speaks so highly on. Unfortunately, you're clumsy, and not all that athletic, (which reminded you of the abandoned work out room just up stairs.)
Though, you suppose you can’t all blame it on yourself, it was your first time ‘Hank Gliding’, you just didn’t think it would with you smashing into a wall.
You groan as you sit up, reaching a hand up to your forehead, feeling a massive headache coming on. A few milliseconds later, you feel a drip of something run down your lips and then your chin. It turns out, your nose was bleeding profusely. You wonder if you had broke it, then you wonder how much a hospital trip would be, that alone makes you groan.
Suddenly, you hear a group of foot steps running towards you, pulling you out of your medical bill thoughts. Before you know it, the Hanks were surrounding your hurt form.
“I highkey thought you were gonna go through the wall dude!”
“I told you this was dangerous…”
“Should’ve crashed into me babe!”
“Woah broski! That was a gnarly crash you took!”
“Hold up! I gotcha!”
You feel one of the boys pick you up in his arms, which immediately makes you tense up a bit. You can’t say you're exactly used to being carried around. You look up to see that it was Hank no.5 holding you right now.
The others seemed to circle you. They had worried looks on their faces, and their voices seemed to overlap as they spoke their concerns about the blood running down your chin.
Hank no.2 gently grabs your face, avoiding the blood, of course, and tilts it side to side. “You totally broke your nose man! Yikes…” he exclaimed with a grimace.
You softly swat his hand away, “Guys I’m fine. It’s just a little blood, and I feel like it would hurt more if I broke it.” You move your sleeved arm to try and stop the blood, but unfortunately, making it smear more.
“That's the adrenaline rush talking, babe! C’mon let’s get you patched up.” Hank no.1 announces, signaling the others to go get some supplies.
The next few hours are spent cleaning you up, deciding if you really had to go to the hospital, and getting coddled by the Hanks. No matter how many times you told them that you're okay and they “don't have to worry so much.” they seemed to only worry more.
One or more of the boys were next to you at all times. Either holding your hand or embracing you completely. At some point, you start to feel guilty that your taking up all of their trick time.
“Things like this happen all the time! It’s what we got our sponsor for hun!” Hank no.1 persists.
“Yea, we lowkey don’t mind helping you at all homie, it’s what we’re here for.” Hank no.4 agrees.
“We enjoy loving on you after all.” Hank no. 3 winks, a blush forming on his cheeks.
Guess if you can’t escape it, you might as well let it happen. You have a feeling that the Hanks are gonna have an eye on you for the rest of the day anyway. You suppose you don't mind as long it’s with them.
#Date everything#date everything one shot#the hanks#fanfiction#Date Everything x reader#the hanks x reader
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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 2 ]
pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.
synopsis — nerding out with your beloved bf :3
warnings — slightly suggestive and uh the usual pet names? he calls you his angel too <3 NOT PROOFREAD!! also mentions of dante sparda because the dmc anime is coming out 'm so excited!!!
w.c — 1.5 k.
a/n — THANK U SM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL SJSHJEHSLSKD. love you all <3
taglist — @vm4879bb-blog @hihowyoudoin00 @fairii-majii [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]
READ PART [ 1 ] HERE.

if you're into video games, he's going out of his way to learn all about your faves.
when it comes to fighter games, thinks he's soooo slick looking up combos and learning them, he's all like “heh :3 gonna sweep them off their feet” and then gets absolutely BODIED LMAO.
if you show him no mercy he'll eventually start to get frustrated, not at you obviously you're his precious angel <3
“i’m not sulking.” he says, while clearly sulking. he was supposed to impress you! why are you so good at this :(
if he doesn't get a single win he's gonna suffocate one of your plushies when you're out of sight, it keeps staring at him, is that little fella mocking him? oh it'll pay for that.
you look at him amusedly when you come back to see the very obvious dent on your plushie, caused by a certain someone's fist.
“mark.” your eyes dart between the deformed head of your plushie and your boyfriend, biting back a smile.
“yeah baby?” he's all :3 bats his eyelashes all pretty at you, acting like he didn't just beat the shit out of your plushie like BOY YOU'RE NOT SLY.
but he is pretty, so you'll spare him, for now, not in the game though :p
on the topic of video games, he's actually decent at competitive games :] he loves playing them with you but if you die in the middle of a match he gets unmotivated to finish it (-_-;)
unless someone was trying to rizz you up or something during the game then yeah, HE'S GOING TO WIN.
do not play dress to impress in front of this man, he gets awfully competitive about it.
“pretty sure even cecil can dress better than that.”
“baby i think that's an eight year old.”
“still, cecil has more drip.”
gets all smug when he wins, god forbid he's not in top three he's gonna go on a rant about how unfair the world is.
he'll always vote for your fits positively though! even though they might be…. questionable at times but he loves his baby :D
minecraft with your boyfriend is actually really fun! except he accidentally set the palace that you built on fire once and literally REFUSED to touch the game for weeks after that (╯︵╰,)
will get sad if an animal dies :(
has names for all your dogs and cats, calls them your children.
“don't forget, we gotta feed our children babe.” he tells you, sipping on his milkshake.
and normally you'd smile and say something equally silly except for the fact that you two were currently hanging out with a couple of friends and that sentence certainly earned some looks.
“you two-”
“in minecraft!” you'd clarify, and cue the feigned annoyance filled groans and mutters of how you two are insufferable.
also one time he got so invested in building that he literally stayed up for ten hours, building the perfect wedding venue for you two!
asked [ forced ] everyone to make minecraft accounts and invited them all to your wedding in minecraft.
he kisses you in real life too when your characters “smooch” in the pixelated game.
he's gonna marry you for real one day, just you wait.

his irises turn into literal hearts when you pull up in a cosplay.
he would also love to cosplay with you!
bonus points if it's one of his favorite characters, his ass is NOT TAKING HIS HANDS OFF OF YOU LMAOOOOOO.
and if you two do end up getting freaky, like roleplaying as the characters then yeah rip bed.
matching literally anything! matching kirby socks? sure why the hell not. matching seance dog mugs? hell yeah! he's all for it!
and yes, you two have some nerdy matching pj set.
and matching underwear too :3 you jokingly bought them but he isn't playing around when he wears them seance dog boxers!

you both keep trying to recruit oliver in one of your favorite fandoms, although the little thraxan has other plans.
“guys no im not watching [ insert media name here ] !” “but oliverrr :(”
you're bother super annoying <3
sometimes mark will send you photos of oliver enjoying some piece of media you're into and act like a proud dad.
you two go to comic con together and get carried away, ending up with wayyy too much merch.
“mark, baby i love you but i don't think we need another signed poster.” you try reasoning with him, only to eat those words back the second he flashes you his sad puppy dog eyes.
you sigh, he really has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?
but you have him wrapped around your finger too, because when you look at him like that, asking him to take you to this signing event of your favorite foreign author, he wastes no time in picking you up and flying you wherever you want <3
no matter the time, he just wants to see his sweetheart happy :]

you two are insufferable with your references, sometimes people think you two are talking in some alien language.
rex hears mark on the phone, just who the hell is dante sparda? and why has mark mentioned this name like thirty thousand times in the past half an hour he's been on the phone with you?
as rex said, “you two match each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public.”
“hey babe i got us these matching swords!” he smiles, all happy at four in the morning at your window like it's the most normal thing ever.
you squint a little before making out the sword's design, oh it's from your favorite game.
he doesn't protest in the slightest when you attack him with kisses, this is where he belongs.
he adores movie nights, you two cuddled up on his bed, watching something he loves? he's never been happier.
you two once had to stop making out because the plot got thicker, so you two locked in! even though your lips are swollen and shiny just like his from the shared passion a few minutes ago. he could care less about the next plot hole when you're right here, pressed up against him.
he can't stop staring at your lips, god you're addicting.
he snaps out of it when his favorite character dies though ( : ˘ ∧ ˘ : ) aw man.

building legos together! he gets all bashful when you praise him when he finishes a part of the main piece.
reward him with kisses and he'll melt.
he once tried making you pancakes, except he tried to draw one of your favorite characters with the pancake batter. and he's no artist, but he tried his best.
he's now on his 48458th attempt and it's looking like your favorite character….a little….. not really.
he'll just douse them in maple syrup, that makes everything better.
when you question the odd shaped pancakes in your sleepy dazed state, he ends up telling you the truth, embarrassed.
but when you kiss him oh so softly, your kiss far sweeter than any maple syrup, his nervousness melts off until all there's left is you.
you and only you.
you two take those extremely specific uquiz quizes together like "which xyz character would hate you the most" or "who do you kin from xyz"
if he doesn't get his fav when he takes a "which character are you from seance dog" quiz he'll be all :[
"this is rigged." he says, taking another one in hopes of getting his favorite character this time.

going to the sea and painting on the pebbles and rocks with him, he loves watching the sunlight reflect off of your hair, you look like an angel, his angel. and god your eyes-
“hey does this look like eric cartman?” you show him the paintwork on your rock, snapping him out of his lovesick trance.
“babe, why is he on ozempic?” that comment makes you two giggle.
he continues, “should've picked a bigger rock, my love.”
“i saved that one for you….. you know, if we were penguins i would you the shiniest, prettiest rock i could find, which is this one so….” you shift closer to him, placing the pretty rock onto his palm.
he presses a kiss to the side of your head, fiddling with the rock in his hand. “you're adorable.”
he presses a kiss to that same rock when he's away from you on a mission, it grounds him, knowing you're there, waiting for him.

when you two end up moving in together, unpacking things takes less time than decorating your shared room.
hanging posters with him, asking him if they're centred. putting your favorite figurines on the shelves along with your favorite comics, building your own safe haven. the whole room embodies you both so well, anyone who sets foot in this room would instantly be met with a bunch of your and his interests.
his dumbass <3 accidentally ends up leaving one of his figurines on the bed, so when you two are needily making out and grinding, excited that you two wouldn't have to be quiet or keep your voices down — straddling him and pushing him down on the bed, he lets out a small squeal of surprise.
you two stop, looking at each other all 0_0
“sorry, i think-” he starts, reaching behind his back to pull out the culprit of poking him in the back, and surely it was none other than his favorite seance dog figurine, the absurdity of it all is enough to make you chuckle, he laughs sheepishly with you. a little embarrassed that seance dog ruined the sexy atmosphere.
but when you put the figurine on the nightstand, turning it to face the wall, he realizes he's gonna have the best night of his life.
and oh boy was he right :3

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Hi! I would love an imagine for the boys that includes the reader getting held captive and they rescue her, maybe a little Angst to Fluff?
Love your work btw ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Only a little angst? Friend, I may have gone and made this more angsty with just a sprinkle of fluff. I can't help myself sometimes. So, fair warning to y'all, that it is angst-ridden with a bit of fluff at the end of each. Sorry?
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Task Force 141 x Reader (can be read as gn!reader)
Content & Warnings (MDNI): angst, canon-typical violence, swearing, reunions, light fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
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John Price
John’s heart is thunderous, beating so loudly it’s like a bass drum in his ears.
To be successful, to execute this rescue with precision, he needs to remain calm, to be the leader he knows he is. It’s not a lack of confidence, but a growing dread that he might be too late. There is no room to show fear—to let everyone in on how important this is.
Because it is important.
You are important.
Not just to the team but to him. Maybe the team knows. Laswell likely does, but the boys might not. Sure, they have suspicions, but you and John have always been discreet, have always tried to keep the relationship between the two of you private.
Now, with the mission ahead, all those secrets and subversion might overflow. Become known to everyone.
John breathes in through his nostrils, and exhales through his mouth. Box breathing. It’s helping. But only a little.
“We’re ready, Captain,” says Gaz, crouching beside him, gaze scanning the land before them.
There’s open ground and then a building. Someone stands guard near the door, head on a swivel. Soap silently appears next to Kyle, taking a knee. Simon is somewhere in the dark, ready to snipe every enemy in sight before they enter the building.
Price nods, and then speaks into the walkie. “You’re clear, Ghost.”
“Copy.”
Seconds later, the man guarding the door jerks like he’s been electrified before crumpling silently to the ground. A few more moments and a body plummets from the top of the building, landing with a sickening crunch.
“No signs of life,” comes Simon’s voice over the comms.
Soap snorts. “Cheeky bastard.”
John wants to join in, but you’re consuming his every thought. It’s only been twenty-four hours since you were taken, yet it feels like an eternity.
“Let’s move,” murmurs John.
They advance in unison with Simon emerging from the dark to bring up the rear. Entering the building is easy, but they’ll have to go slowly and silently inside. Up close and personal is the way to go in a place like this. One wrong move might spook the rest.
Kyle and Soap take the front, breaking necks and slicing throats. It’s clean. Efficient.
John signals with his hand and everyone shifts down a different hall, heading toward the internal bunker. That is where they’re holding you, along with other hostages.
A few more quick deaths and then John is kicking in the door.
There are screams. Shouts. Rapid gunfire.
John is already searching, seeking your face.
“Targets are down, sir,” shouts Soap.
There are cages. Rows of them. He searches each one, looking at every face.
“Contact base and tell them we need civilian pickup,” says John.
“On it,” answers Kyle, already leaning his head to the side to speak into his radio.
John searches. And searches.
“John.” Your voice cracks but it’s soothing. Soft.
He murmurs your name, going down on one knee, reaching through the bars to grasp your hand.
“I’m here,” he murmurs.
“I knew you’d come,” you reply, smiling. “I knew.”
With his back turned to the rest of his team, John silently mouths three little words. “I love you.”
John "Soap" MacTavish
Johnny is on the mission, but he isn’t. Not really.
He’s watching it all on monitors at a safe distance. Others are taking the lead. Others are executing the mission. And Johnny must step aside because while he is physically capable, he’s too emotionally invested.
Too explosive. Too irate. Too volatile.
But this is about you. Of course he’s going to be angry.
Yet here he is pacing, gaze glued on the screens, listening to the chatter. Every muscle is primed for movement, ready for action, but Johnny cannot expel the energy. It’s building—shifting into anxiety.
“What’s taking so bloody long?” he growls.
Laswell glances over her shoulder at him. Though she appears calm, Johnny notices a small flicker of sympathy.
“They’re returning,” she replies. “Waiting on e-t-a.”
Johnny’s pacing worsens.
“You’re going to wear a path in the concrete,” says Laswell.
Johnny opens his mouth to reply, but the sound of helicopter blades reaches his ears. It’s not loud, just a hint of sound, but as it increases, his heartrate spikes.
Laswell doesn’t have to say anything. Johnny is already moving, rushing out to the landing pad, watching as the helicopter approaches and descends. The seconds pass in small eternities. Nikolai is in the pilot’s seat, and it is Captain Price who opens the sliding door just as the helicopter lands. Johnny is rushing forward, almost throwing himself inside in his search for you.
“Johnny.” It’s Simon, his large hand coming down on Johnny’s shoulder.
Johnny wants to tell him to move, to get the hell out of his way, but it is your voice that Johnny hears. As the helicopter blades slow, the air calms, and it is easier to understand—to recognize your familiar tone that Johnny has missed for all these days.
There’s a blanket around your shoulders and a sunken quality to your features that speaks to malnutrition. Other than that, you appear fine. Unharmed.
Johnny, no longer impeded by Simon’s hand, moves toward you, coming down on one knee. You immediately reach for him, and Johnny takes your hand. You’re cold, and it pains him. Placing both of your hands between his, he brings them to his lips, brushing kisses along the knuckles, attempting to warm them with his own heat.
You bend forward, and as Johnny glances up, you rest your forehead against his.
The fight is over. You’re here.
Simon "Ghost" Riley
There is a hunger in Simon.
Like the snake, he will consume his prey headfirst.
It is eerie how calm he is—how focused. A mission is a mission is a mission—until it isn’t. Until there is no target, no capture or kill, no sense of duty. This is all primal rage boiled down into a thick, viscus consistency. It is invisible, smeared over Simon’s eyes, drenches the world around him into a grey haze.
Simon could be the rapid dog let loose from a broken chain. Poisoned saliva. Bared teeth. Prone to biting.
The knife in his hand is bright and hot and burning. It itches for blood, for Simon to take these fuckers down a peg. He has it in him, but all Simon needs from his superior officer is the affirmative. And then, like the ghost he is, they won’t ever see him coming.
Come on, Price. Call it.
A part of him is missing—shredded. He did his best to protect you, to keep you secret from the world. Cruelty and deception move quickly though, and now your life is in danger.
Give the fucking word.
“Path is clear,” comes Captain Price’s voice over the radio.
It’s all the affirmation Simon needs. He is up and moving in seconds, a wraith in the dark, a silent shadow out for blood. His blade is his guide, sheering and cutting, leaving a trail of bodies behind him. There are no shouts, no cries of pain. Simon is clean, brutal, efficient.
But there is only one thing—one person on his mind. And that’s you.
A set of stairs. A hall. Rooms. More stairs.
Ascending. Ascending. Ascending.
The rest of the team isn’t far behind, but they stay back and leave Simon to it. They know this mission is for him. That he’s not only doing it for you but for himself.
It’s a wonder his knife doesn’t grow dull. It cuts true. Cuts clean. And it isn’t until the last enemy has fallen that some of the tension in Simon’s muscles melts away. He has consumed his prey, and there is only a singular door left to open.
There is the moment before he opens it, a space of breath that feels like eternity packed into single moment. The hinges creak, revealing a tiny room no larger than a walk-in closet. And there you are, on your side, ankle chained to the wall.
“Simon?”
You sound so broken. So…hollow.
As he sinks down onto one knee beside you, the unsteady confusion on your face gives way to hope. Simon’s arms reach out instinctively, wanting nothing more than to be around you. You throw yourself into him, and there is nothing sweeter in this moment.
“I’m here,” he whispers. “I’m here.”
Your sobs of joy nearly break him, nearly fracture Simon into pieces. But the fact that you’re alive, that you appear unharmed—at least physically—is more than he expected.
“I’m here,” he repeats, even as your tears stain his balaclava. “I’m here.”
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
It is impossible to measure the love you have for someone until they’re taken from you.
Kyle thought he understood. Yet for these last few weeks, he’s been a fractured creature. A small illusion. A flicker of a man.
But you’re not gone, just far away. Alive, he hopes.
Alive, is what he repeats. A mantra in his head. If he says it enough, it will be true.
Price, Soap, and Ghost are in front of him, moving like shadows through the building while Kyle brings up the rear. With them beside him, there is calmness in the chaos, a softening to his chaotic emotions. They are his support, the ground that he can stand on.
Price motions, and then Ghost kicks in a door.
There are shouts first. Then gunfire. Then silence.
Each of them enters, walking amongst the corpses.
Price digs around in the pockets of one of the men, and then tosses a set of keys over to Ghost. Kyle is already following, moving into position as Ghost unlocks a nearby door. He points the firing end of his gun inside, and then steps back.
He glances at Kyle, and nods.
Lowering his weapon, Kyle pushes the door wide, the light bleeding into the dark, revealing a shape he knows well.
Kyle’s surroundings melt away, leaving only you. He cradles your cheeks, thumbs rubbing away the dirt and blood and tears. You’re smiling, but there is red there, too.
“I knew you’d come for me.”
“Always,” he whispers, voice cracking in pain.
Captain Price appears at his shoulder, glancing down at the two of you on the floor, face grim. He speaks into his radio. “I need a med evac now.”
“You’re going to live,” reassures Kyle. “I promise.”
“Please don’t leave,” you murmur, fresh tears pooling in your eyes.
Kyle shakes his head. “Never. I’ll never leave again.”
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BABY



The boys invite you over to their house but now suffer with their moms/siblings/parents showing you their baby pictures<3 gn reader!!!
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Ace trappola
He leaves for ONE second. One second and he can already hear your small giggles coming from his room as he hears the voice of his older brother with you.
Oh gross don’t tell me he’s flirting with you!
Ace thinks as he quickly shoots his way up the stairs. The boy brows were furrowed as he slams the door wide open. He was ready to cuss up a storm like a sailor and tell his brother to fuck off and leave but froze once he sees what you’re holding.
Oh
OH!
You were the first one to break the silence as you throw your head back as a laugh escapes your lips.
“Oh sevens you were one ugly baby!” You say. Trying very hard to keep in your giggles as you look over at the picture. His brother cackling right next to you.
“Oh totally! He looked like a dried up raisin” His brother says in between laughter.
“HEY! No I didn’t!” Ace can feel the tip of his ears heat up as he marches right towards you two.
“These pictures say otherwise” You flipped to the second page and quickly slapped your hand over your mouth.
“Oh sevens…” Ace quickly tries snatching the book from your hands but his brother stops him before he could.
“Oh my! Is that-“
“Yep! He couldn’t go ANYWHERE without it!” In the picture, you can see THE ace trappola standing with a wide toothy grin on his face as he holds onto an equally adorable bunny stuffed animal.
“Oh this one is my favorite!” He points to a photo of baby Ace dressed up as a strawberry as he cried his eyes out. You can see his brother standing next to him with a big smile on his face as Ace looks like he’s about to pop a vain. The next picture shows him all calm and smiley as he’s given his favorite bunny stuffed animal.
“Aweeee ace! You were so adorable!!” You squeal. With his brother now laughing and wheezing, Ace was able to immediately snatch the photo album from your hands as his whole face was a bright cherry red.
“Okay that’s enough and get the hell outta my room jack ass!”
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Deuce spade
He should’ve known something was up when it suddenly got quiet. He carefully walks back to his room with a tray in hand filled with cookies. The moment he opens the door he lets out a loud shriek as he watches his mom excitedly showing you his baby pictures.
“M-mom? What are you-“
“This was him at 2 months! Isn’t he cute?”
“For sure! Aw look at those chubby cheeks!”
“Oh and this was on his 6th birthday party! Look at those dimples!” She says as you squealed in awe. The two of you continued to flip through the baby album as deuce turned redder and redder by the seconds.
“Aww you were such a cutie deucy!” His face instantly goes red as he sets down the tray on the table.
“Oh oh! And look at this!”
“Is that a bunny onesie?” You squeal out. He immediately gulps knowing the embarrassing stories behind that onesie.
“Yes! I bought it for him for the white rabbit fest! He loved it so much he would always wear it to bed or when we go buy groceries. He cried really hard when he outgrew it though”
“I-I did not! I was just sad that’s all! I did not cry!”
“Oh! Look at this one! This was taken on his first day of school! I still remember it like it was yesterday. After taking that photo, he wouldn’t let go of me! He didn’t want to go in at all and we had to have three teachers come and drag him inside as he cried his little heart out! I remember feeling so terrible but I had to go to work”
“Okay that’s enough! No more baby photos and embarrassing stories!” He says as he snatches the book away.
“No wait please I want to see more!”
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Sebek Zigvolt
It’s been 5 minutes already and you still weren’t back from the bathroom! You told him you would be quick and now he’s slowly growing impatient from your absence. He gets up and storms out of the room as he makes his way to the bathroom.
“Human! You have been in there for almost 10 minutes! Is something wrong?!” Silence. He frowns before knocking again.
“You know we have to study for that Alchemy test this upcoming week!”
Again nothing. Just as he was about to knock again a loud laugh and giggles could be heard from downstairs. And those giggles sounded eerily familiar.
Wait
That’s your giggles!
In a speed of light does he make it downstairs and to the kitchen where the laughs and giggles were coming from.
There stood you and his father going through sebek baby photo album.
“W-what are you doing?!” He screeched.
“Oh sebek! I was just showing your friend your baby photos!” His father said cheerfully. The half fae turned bright red as he was ready to yell but was stopped the moment he heard his name being called from behind him.
“Sebek Zigvolt. What did I tell you about yelling in the house?!” There stood his mother. Brows furrowed as her arms were crossed over her chest.
“Anywho! Look! This was him when he first came into this world!”
“Awww! I guess he’s always been loud from the looks of it” You say. Chuckling at the photo in front of you.
“Oh don’t get me started. He was crying up a storm and I swear I could feel my eardrums burst” His mother sighs as she walks over to the sink. His father smiles as he looks down at the album.
“Yeah he was a crier. Oh look at this one!” He shows you a picture of 4 month old sebek staring wide eyed at the camera. Chubby cheeks and big ole eyes.
“Awww! You were adorable!”
“Oh this is my favorite one!” His mother points at one where you can see sebek wearing a knight costume. From the looks of it it must’ve been Halloween. He wore a proud smile as he held up his sword. You coo at the photo as they both continued to show you more.
“Oh look at this one! He saw a horror movie for the first time and there was a scene where the father sacrifices himself for his kids and he burst out into tears! He wouldn’t let go of his dad for weeks!”
“Enough! Let’s go back to studying!” He says as he grabs your hand and pulls you away from his parents and the photo album.
“Wait no one more !”
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This was an old draft from like a year ago🌝 I just decided to finish it now😖
I FULLY BELIEVE DEUCE HAD DIMPLES JUST LIEK ME! IDC WHAT YALL SAY!!!!
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they say something hurtful, ENHYPEN.
featuring — enhypen members x gn!reader ( masterlist )
summary — when the enhypen boys say something hurtful to you in an argument!
contents — angst, hurtful words.
hee 𖦹 seung
arguments weren’t common between you and heeseung, but when they happened, they were intense. he was usually calm and collected, but tonight was different. stress from his packed schedule and the unresolved tension between you had created the perfect storm.
“i don’t get why you always make everything about you,” heeseung snapped, his voice rising in frustration. his words stung, and you flinched.
“i’m not making it about me! i just want you to hear me for once!” you shot back, tears threatening to spill as you tried to keep your voice steady.
he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “you know what? if i’d known you were like this — so needy and dramatic — i wouldn’t have dated you in the first place.”
the silence that followed was deafening. heeseung’s own words echoed in his mind as he saw the hurt in your eyes. your lips parted slightly, as if you were about to say something, but no words came out.
you stepped back, shaking your head. “you didn’t mean that… right?”
heeseung’s heart dropped. he knew he had crossed a line, but his pride kept him silent. you waited for him to say something — anything — but the room stayed painfully quiet.
“i can’t believe you,” you whispered, voice trembling. without another word, you turned and grabbed your coat. “you know what, heeseung? if this is how you really feel, then maybe you’re right. maybe you shouldn’t have dated me.”
as you walked out the door, the sound of it closing behind you felt like a finality heeseung wasn’t ready for. the guilt hit him immediately, but by the time he moved to chase after you, it was too late. you were already gone.
jay 𖦹
jay prided himself on being patient, but tonight his limits were tested. the argument had started small — a misunderstanding that spiraled out of control.
“i’m tired of this, jay! you never listen to me!” you exclaimed, your voice laced with frustration.
“and i’m tired of you always nagging me about everything!” he shot back, his tone sharper than he intended.
you recoiled slightly, hurt flashing in your eyes. “nagging? i’m trying to communicate with you, but all you ever do is shut me out!”
jay clenched his fists, his frustration bubbling over. “maybe if you weren’t so clingy all the time, i wouldn’t feel the need to shut you out!”
his words hit you like a slap. “clingy?” you repeated, your voice breaking.
jay’s anger faltered as he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, but his pride kept him from softening immediately. “yeah,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.
you took a shaky breath, your hands trembling at your sides. “if that’s how you feel about me, then maybe we shouldn’t be together.”
jay’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, panic briefly flashing across his face. “wait, that’s not —”
“no, jay,” you interrupted, your voice firm despite the pain. “you’ve made it clear how you see me. i won’t stay where i’m not wanted.”
before he could stop you, you grabbed your bag and walked out. jay stood frozen, the weight of his words crashing down on him as the door shut behind you.
jake 𖦹
jake was usually the one to keep things lighthearted, but tonight, the argument had dragged him into uncharted territory.
“why do you always assume the worst about me?” jake asked, his voice tinged with exasperation.
“because you never give me a reason not to!” you retorted, your frustration bubbling over.
jake threw his hands in the air. “you’re being ridiculous! do you even hear yourself right now?”
“ridiculous?” you echoed, your voice rising. “you’re the one who never takes anything seriously, jake!”
the comment struck a nerve, and jake snapped. “you know what? maybe this is why i don’t take things seriously — because being serious with you is exhausting!”
the room fell silent, his words hanging heavily in the air. jake’s eyes widened slightly as he realized what he’d just said, but the damage was done.
you stared at him, your heart breaking. “exhausting?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
jake opened his mouth to take it back, but the guilt and panic froze him. “i didn’t mean —”
“no,” you interrupted, shaking your head as tears streamed down your face. “i got it, jake. i get it now.”
you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. “if i’m so exhausting, then maybe you’ll feel better once i’m gone.”
“wait, don’t —” jake called out, stepping forward, but you didn’t stop. the door closed behind you, leaving him standing alone, regret consuming him as the silence in the room grew unbearable.
sung 𖦹 hoon
sunghoon wasn’t one to raise his voice during arguments, but tonight was different. the frustration in his tone was sharp, and it only seemed to escalate the tension between you.
“i don’t get why you always have to make things so difficult,” sunghoon muttered, pacing the room.
“make things difficult? i’m just asking you to talk to me, sunghoon! you keep shutting me out!” you shot back, your voice trembling.
“maybe i shut you out because you always blow things out of proportion!” he snapped, the words spilling out before he could stop them.
your breath hitched, and sunghoon immediately regretted it. the hurt in your eyes made his heart drop, but his pride kept him standing stiffly.
“blow things out of proportion?” you echoed, your voice soft but laced with pain. “if you really think that, then maybe you don’t know me at all.”
sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words, but his silence spoke volumes. you let out a shaky laugh, more out of disbelief than humor.
“i get it now,” you whispered, grabbing your coat. you couldn’t stand to be around him any longer. “if that’s how you feel, then maybe i should stop trying.”
“wait,” sunghoon said, his voice breaking slightly as he reached out toward you, but you had already opened the door.
you turned back, your expression heartbreakingly calm. “don’t worry, sunghoon. i won’t bother you anymore.”
the door clicked shut, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, the weight of his words crashing down on him. he sank onto the couch, his head in his hands, consumed by regret.
su 𖦹 noo
sunoo hated confrontation, but tonight, the argument had spiraled out of control. his usual patience was worn thin, and the words tumbled out before he could think.
“you’re so sensitive about everything! why can’t you just let it go for once?” he snapped, crossing his arms.
your eyes widened, the sting of his words hitting you like a physical blow. “sensitive? i’m trying to talk to you, sunoo! i’m trying to fix this!”
“well, maybe i don’t want to fix it right now!” he shot back, his voice trembling with frustration. “maybe i need space from all of this — space from you.”
the room went deathly quiet. sunoo’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just said, but the damage was done.
“space from me?” you repeated, your voice cracking. “is that what you really want?”
“yes... wait, no — i didn’t mean it like that,” he said quickly, his tone softening, frustration still clear in his eyes, but you had already stepped back, hurt etched across your face.
“fine,” you whispered, grabbing your bag. “if you need space, you can have it. don’t worry — i won’t take up any more of your time.”
“wait, don’t go,” sunoo pleaded, stepping forward, but you shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks.
“i just… i can’t do this right now,” you said, your voice breaking as you walked out the door.
sunoo stood frozen, the weight of his words suffocating him. he sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face as he realized he might have just pushed away the one person who meant the most to him.
jung 𖦹 won
jungwon was usually the calm one, the one who diffused tension with logic and patience. but tonight, his composure cracked under the weight of the argument.
“why do you always assume the worst about me?” jungwon asked, his voice louder than usual.
“because you never let me in!” you fired back, your frustration bubbling over. “you keep everything bottled up, and i’m always left guessing how you feel!”
“maybe i keep things bottled up because you’re impossible to talk to!” he snapped, his words cutting through the air like a knife.
you froze, the hurt in your expression instantly replacing the anger. “impossible to talk to?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
jungwon’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had come, and he immediately regretted his words. “wait, i didn’t mean it like that —”
“no,” you interrupted, shaking your head as tears welled up in your eyes. “you did mean it. and now i get it. i’m impossible to talk to, so why should i even try?”
“please don’t say that,” jungwon pleaded, his voice soft and filled with guilt.
but you had already grabbed your bag, your movements stiff and robotic as you headed for the door. “i won’t bother you anymore, jungwon,” you said, your voice trembling.
as the door closed behind you, jungwon sank into the nearest chair, his head in his hands. the silence of the room was deafening, and he replayed the argument in his mind, each word cutting deeper as he realized how much he had hurt you.
ni 𖦹 ki
ni-ki had always struggled with expressing his feelings during arguments. he often relied on humor or avoidance to diffuse tension, but tonight was different. the argument had escalated quickly, and before he knew it, his frustration boiled over.
“why do you always have to push me like this?” ni-ki snapped, his voice louder than he intended.
“push you?” you retorted, your eyes narrowing. “i’m trying to talk to you because you never let me in, ni-ki! you act like nothing bothers you, but it does, and i know it!”
he rolled his eyes, a frustrated groan escaping his lips. “maybe i don’t let you in because you always make everything a big deal!”
the words hung in the air like a slap. ni-ki froze, realizing too late what he’d just said. your expression shifted, the hurt in your eyes piercing through his defenses.
“a big deal?” you repeated, your voice shaking. “i just wanted to understand you, ni-ki. but if you think i’m such a burden, then maybe i shouldn’t be here at all.”
“no, that’s not —” ni-ki began, but you held up a hand, cutting him off.
“i get it,” you said, your tone quieter now, yet filled with finality. “i’m always the problem, right?”
he panicked, stepping closer to you. “wait, no. i didn’t mean it like that —”
but you were already grabbing your bag, your movements stiff and deliberate. “it’s fine, ni-ki. if that’s how you feel, i won’t push you anymore.”
as you walked out the door, ni-ki stood frozen in place, his heart pounding as he replayed the argument in his mind. the click of the door shutting behind you was deafening, and regret settled heavily in his chest.
he sank onto the couch, his hands gripping his knees tightly. “what have i done?” he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. he stared at the door, willing you to come back, but the silence of the room only confirmed his worst fear.
notes: happy new year lovelies hehe
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*.✧My good Looking Boy
Dae-ho/player 388 x GN! Reader
Author's note: no games/debt AU, established relationship, a bit of angst in terms of his insecurities yet mostly fluffy for the guy!!
I love him so much, Also I'm going to keep most of my fics as gender neutral as possible!!
It was just one of those lazy days in your shared apartment room. You were sat side by side on the comfy sofa, his arm lazily stretched on top of the plush cushion, all his focus on the TV screen.
He let out a soft chuckle, pointing out a funny joke that was said on the screen which you merely nodded in response. You paid no mind to what he was watching, more focused on the man himself than the screen.
The black locks of hair almost reached his shoulders, opting to tie a small part of his hair up and leave the rest as it is.
It was how he usually styled it. You've seen it times and times before, yet, it didn't stop you from admiring him every time he did so. How he'd run his hand through his hair, brushing them back behind his ear, taking out one of his spare hair ties- the ones you bought for him- before splitting the upper part of his hair and pulling it into a small pony tail.
It took him a few more minutes before he finally noticed your gaze on him. He tilted his head as he spoke "what's up?" A small giddy smile on his lips as he turned his focus towards you
"your hair." You responded "it's really nice." You quickly added on afterwards
He smile falters a bit, seemingly a bit surprised at your words, his hand slowly reaching up to the back of his head, his fingers threading his locks of hair.
"you...you think so?" He sounded almost insecure, not truly sure if you were serious or not. Considering its length and how his...dad always seemed to have berated him for it.
Despite moving out years ago, his father's words seemed to still stick to him even now.
"yeah. It looks nice, especially when you tie it up like this" you nudged your head towards the tiny pony tail. Hand slowly reaching out to idly twirl the hair around his nape, an adoring smile on your face that practically made his heart flutter in response.
He glanced away for a moment, composing himself before looking back, a giant grin on his face this time as he leaned in closer. Like he was about to tell you a secret
"you know....a lot of people...they get really jealous when they see my hair and I can't blame them. It's really nice isn't it?" He chuckled, flaunting off his hair in a joking manner.
Even as he waves off the compliment, the flush on his face betrays his words "oh stop it..." He rubs one of his flushed cheeks, trying to ease the embarrassment he was getting for being so flustered easily.
You chuckle alongside him, your focus never leaving his face as you spoke "I'm being serious Dae-ho, you're good looking.”
He soon regained composure, not yet ending the conversation. "ya know, I've seen more good looking people. For example" he raised a pointer finger up before poking you gently on the forehead, a playful smile on his lips "you."
You rolled your eyes at his antics, your own smile still present on your lips. "Then it seems we're both good looking then. It's just that you're my favorite good looking boy~" your words were playfully flirty, but the hint of genuineness was easily caught on by him.
He reached for your hand, resting it on top of yours. "I appreciate you so much..." He trailed off before his gaze flickered towards the TV. "but also, we totally just missed half of the movie" he pointed out with a small laugh. Though he wasn't upset by it at all.
He meant every word he said. Any moment talking to you...he appreciates every single second of it.
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Can I request headcanons for how would the Saja Boys act like when he wants his gn s/o's attention please?
↳ You Think A Dog's Clingy? Try A Demon.
A K-Pop Demon Hunters × Gender Neutral! Reader.
Requester: Anonymous.
Characters Included: Jinu, Abs, Romance, Mystery, and Baby Saja.
A/N: Can you guys tell who is my favorite Saja Boy?
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🎤 Because of his past, Jinu tends to be very clingy and then very evasive at random points. It's like flipping a coin; he's either on you like a leech or away from you like you carried some kind of life-ending disease. 🎤 When he is clinging to you, he's normally in his demon mode. This is because of his need to keep you by his side, to make sure you're safe. And when he's in his demon form, he's physically stronger than when human.
🎤 Now, whenever he wants you attention, he tends to hum more and more around you. He knows how much you love it when he sings, so he does it around you to get your attention. 🎤 He also has a habit of showing his marks and eyes more when wanting attention. Like how I said earlier, when he's in his demon form, he's stronger and more likely to catch your eye when moving around. 🎤 If you still don't pay attention to him, he becomes desperate. He'll wrap his arms and legs around you from behind and cling to you like a koala. If you can't lift him, he'll do this where you'll lean back onto something soft, like your couch. If you can lift him, he'll do it anywhere, doesn't matter to him if he gets what he wants. 🎤 After catching you attention, Jinu clings to you for hours. And if you really need to leave, he makes you promise to spend time with him after you're done with your work.
💪 Abby and you were known for how physically affectionate you were. He always had a hand on you, whether it be on your thigh while sitting or even his hand intertwined with yours, physical affection is something he loves. 💪 Since physical affection is his main love language, he loves having your attention. So, when he wants it, he does anything he can in order to get it and keep it. 💪 One big thing he does it not wear shirts. Not shocking, I know. 💪 The reason of being shirtless is because; one, he likes to show off his abs, and two, he knows that you like seeing him shirtless. Whether you make it obvious or not, Abby knows what you like a dislike as if it was the back of his hand. 💪 He also has a tendency to make more jokes than normal for attention. A majority of time though, he just gets a look from you that screams; "That was bad, do not retell that joke ever." 💪 If he gains your attention, Abby does not like to let you go. Even if the rest of the Saja Boys come to grab him for practice or a performance, he tries finding any way he can think of to stay with you. He just got you to put your phone down, let him have an hour of hugs!
💖 Romance, unsurprisingly, adores to have your attention. He'll do almost anything for your eyes to meet his figure, whether it be something seemingly normal to something that shocks anyone around. 💖 One of the more docile things he does is doing your hair and helping you with outfit ideas, sending you links to Pinterest boards he creates for you. Most of the time he's right beside you and hugs you from behind, telling you each reason why he chose the outfits. 💖 Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the board, Romance will end up wearing light-up shoes. The Saja Boys do end up video-calling you and aiming at your boyfriend's shoes, asking if you could please get him out of them. "We need to match, and I would rather be burned alive than wear those... things." Baby said. 💖 The most common thing you'll see is that he ends up hugging you. It's always physical touch. Anytime you're out running errands or when you're out working, his hands are on you somewhere. 💖 If Romance gains your attention, he, like his fellow Idols, doesn't like letting you go. He keeps his hands on you, not in a forceful way, he understands that forcing touch on someone is uncomfortable and wrong, but in a gentle, loving way.
☄️ Mystery is more of a wild card when it comes to attention. He doesn't like having a lot of it, but when it comes to you, it's as if you attention and love is his life support. ☄️ He is quiet with what he wants, always making subtle actions in order to gain your gaze. He will lightly brush your hands in an attempt to gain your attention to hold his, if he fails, he stays beside you silently. ☄️ One of the most common things he does for attention is move closer to you, brushing his body against yours. A big thing he likes is your hands moving through his hair and against his scalp, so if he wanted that, he'd move his head against your hand kind of like a dog. ☄️ Another thing he does it he puts his hair up. He'll grab a bandanna and use it to keep his bangs back. He knows that you love seeing his entire face, so he'll expose it more when he's around you if he wants your eyes on him. ☄️ Whenever he successfully gains his attention, he ends up clinging to you as if he had separation anxiety and you had left him alone for hours. It always makes you giggle when he wraps his arms around your waist and lays his hand on your stomach, practically purring as you gave him the affection he wanted.
🎼 Baby is the third most clingy of the Saja Boys with his lover. He isn't extremely obvious, but if you are paying attention, you can see the signs of how much Baby wanted his lover's eyes on him. 🎼 When you and Baby moved in together, those signs emerged like fire in a skillet. He would constantly be touching you, mainly having either his head in your lap or his feet on your lap. 🎼 The most common form of attention-seeking Baby does is writing his songs down with you. He takes inspiration from random things he'll find online, and when he finds something, he'd ask you if it sounded good for a rap. 🎼 He also randomly will leave you notes of his raps or words of affection. Most of the time combining them into small, heartfelt raps that never failed to make you smile. 🎼 Baby, when he gains your attention, ends up talking to you. He'll answer any questions you have and even ask you some back, wanting your conversations to continue for as long as he can make them last. 🎼 When out in public, he tends to keep his hand in yours, his eyes on his phone while his eyes constantly shift to you whenever you speak, whether to him or someone else. 🎼 The Saja Boys wonder just how you can keep the makae's attention away from his phone, to which you just smile as Baby hugs you from behind, shrugging. You didn't know how, but you enjoyed every second of him loving you.
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playing a prank on them | ft. hq boys
-> rq: how would the hq boys react to you doing the TikTok trend where you wake them up in the middle of the night to play uno? (click HERE for TikTok trend! anon also explains it in their original request which is also linked :3)
-> pairings: miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader | sfw | cw: cursing, i proofread this but also did i really… , akaashi is super sweet here so that is either ooc or super in character to some of u freaks | genre: fluff | wc: 1400 | mlist

❀ MIYA ATSUMU !
Atsumu is a deep sleeper and it normally takes him about one hour or so to fully wake up, but when he realizes he’s fallen asleep mid-game, he immediately locks in. It makes sense since he’s the most competitive man you’ve ever met… but also what the fuck is wrong with him.
I think he realizes it’s a prank because you can’t stop laughing but he doesn’t even care because he wants to win.
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— Your boyfriend may be the deepest sleeper in the entire universe. When setting up the prank, you had dropped your phone on him, opened the deck of cards loudly, and turned on the overhead light— all while he snored peacefully. If you googled the phrase, “sleeping like a rock,” you’re almost positive a picture of him would pop up.
Shaking his shoulders forcefully, you call his name, “‘Tsumu! Wake up!” Frowning when he groans, still asleep, you shake harder, “‘Tsumu!”
Half lidded, he mumbles, “What’s goin’ on?” It’s cute, you think. His tousled hair coupled with the hazy look on his face. So cute that your choked-back laughter rises to the surface.
“Uno, babe,” You chuckle, “We’re playing Uno.”
“We’re playin’...” He drawls out, opening his eyes and finally noticing the cards, “Yeah, that’s right…” He says, sitting up in bed and setting one down. His expression is so serious that you burst into a fit of giggles, your face growing hot from the silliness of it all.
“What ‘re ya laughin’ for?” Atsumu pouts, gesturing with his free-hand, brows furrowing, “‘S yer turn now.”
Tears are forming in your eyes now. Wiping them with the sleeve of your shirt, you laugh softly, “We weren’t actually playing Uno. I pranked you.”
You expect him to whine in typical Atsumu manner, but instead, he shakes his head, still focused, “I don’t give a damn if we weren’t playin’ in the first place, we gotta finish.”
Now it’s your turn to be confused. Smiling at him in amusement, you chuckle again, re-explaining yourself, “No– I mean, we were never playing. It’s this trend on TikTok where–”
“‘S still your turn.” He repeats, cutting you off, eyes laser-focused on the game in such a way that you know he’s not letting this slide.
Sighing, you place a card down.
As soon as you do, Atsumu nods, satisfied, then leans back against the headboard, crossing his arms like he’s about to make his next big move.
You can’t help but laugh again. He’s ridiculous.

❀ TSUKISHIMA KEI !
You’re super thorough when setting up the prank, but unfortunately, your boyfriend’s lowkey chronically online so he catches on immediately. He thinks it’s a really stupid joke, but it’s also two in the morning so what does he know.
Crankiest guy ever when woken up, but he loves you, so he tries to be somewhat nice. You are literally the only one who can get away with doing this to him.
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— “Kei,” You say in a hushed tone, hardly able to contain your giggles. Lips quirked up into a sly grin, you tap your boyfriend gently on the shoulder– voice teetering on the edge of a whisper-yell, “C’mon, it’s your turn.”
His eyes flutter open and adjust to the light. He stares at you like you’ve just spoken to him in another language. Too tired to act irritated, but awake enough to know he’s annoyed, he mumbles, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
You gesture for him to look down, and when he notices the cards in his hand, he sighs. Without another word, he tosses them to the side and rolls over in bed, stealing a majority of the covers.
Nudging his back with your foot, you frown, “Don’t ignore me. It’s your turn.”
“No, it’s not,” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep and laced with subtle defiance, “Now go back to sleep.”
“What? But—“
“I’ve seen this trend before,” He cuts you off, sounding much too smug despite being drowsy, “Good try, though.”
Sighing, you start to clean the cards up, mumbling profanities under your breath. You can hear the faintest of snickers coming from his side of the bed.
“It’s not funny!” You pout, glaring at his backside.
“Yes, it is,” He replies, and you can picture the stupid grin on his face as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber, leaving you to stew in your Uno-induced defeat.

❀ AKAASHI KEIJI !
Keiji is a pretty light sleeper so you’re honestly surprised you were even able to set the prank up in the first place. I think it would be funny if you forgot to put his glasses on him so he literally cannot see LMAOOO.
Wakes up panicked because he thinks something bad has happened ;-; He is so sweetie pie…just let him sleep please.
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— “Keiji!” You whisper-shout, poking your boyfriend’s cheek, “Keiji!”
He wakes immediately to the sound of your apparent distress, his mind instantly alert and anticipating danger. With panicked-filled eyes, he jolts upright, sheets pooling at his waist to reveal his black-shirt-clad frame, “What?” He gasps, gaze falling to you to ensure you’re alright, “What is it?”
He looks so startled that you almost feel guilty for the prank altogether.
Almost.
“Everything’s fine,” You reassure him, barely keeping it together, you gesture to the cards in his hand, “But it’s your turn.”
Only then does his mind relax enough to notice the Uno cards. His expression morphs from one of panic to embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, love” He murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. Squinting at the cards, he sighs and lays them face down on the mattress, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” His voice is soft and apologetic– like he’s let you down in some way.
Okay, now you feel guilty.
“Can we finish tomorrow?” Keiji asks, “Work’s been tiring from all the deadlines, and I really–”
The words die on his lips when you throw your arms around him and plant a kiss on his cheek. His arms wrap around you instinctively and he returns the kiss, albeit, a little confused, “What was that for?”
Hugging him tighter, you mumble into his neck, “There was no game, it was a prank. I’m sorry.”
Relaxing into your embrace, he chuckles, “I thought something was up.”
“And you went along with it anyways?” You tilt your head, looking at him in amusement, “Why?”
“Because I like playing Uno” He smiles, pulling you closer. You can feel the cards press against your body as you lean into him, but you don’t mind. He kisses you on the forehead and looks at you in adoration, “And you.”
❀ KUROO TETSURO !
Kuroo sleeps with his mouth open and has the nastiest case of bedhead you’ve ever seen– which makes it kind of difficult for you to set the prank up without laughing. He also has a silk sleep mask laid over his eyes, and that doesn’t really help your case with being discreet, but you do end of successfully removing it before waking him up so he doesn’t get suspicious.
When he wakes up, he’s confused, but he goes along with it and probably wins because he takes card games very seriously.
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—“Tetsu,” You coo, tapping his arm gently, “Tetsu~”
“Wha..?” He mumbles, looking at you, disorientated from being woken up so suddenly. His eyes glance from your expectant face down to the cards in his hand, and he wordlessly places a +4 down.
Trying to contain your laughter, you snicker triumphantly as you place another +4 down in response to his play, irises shining with delight at how easily he’s fallen for your trick.
He hums thoughtfully at this and you have to hold yourself back from cackling evilly. Your smugness is short-lived; however, when a satisfied look creeps over his face. It’s the kind of look he only gets when he knows he’s about to win.
A feeling of impending doom washes over you when you realize you forgot to check what cards you gave him.
“No…” You plead, eyes begging for mercy, “I thought you loved me.”
“Sorry, babe,” He smiles, a picture of innocence as he places yet another +4 on top of yours, “Love doesn’t matter when it comes to Uno.”
Staring at the stacked cards in horror, you chuckle sheepishly, “You know– it’s late. Let’s just go to bed.”
“No, no,” He says, grinning widely. For a man who was asleep moments ago, he looks more awake than ever, “I think I’m winning.”
–a/n: I have a WIP of this trend with Shoyo so lmk if you want a part 2 :). rq more characters if you’d like bc idk who else to write abt…
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The mood is gone pt4
✦part1 part2 part3
✦gn!reader
✦characters: Rook, Sebek, Jack, Deuce
✦slightly smut
✦how the boys would react when things are just about to get heated with their beloved… and then bam! someone barges in, killing the mood.

Rook Hunt
Rook is a man of passion.
So when he had you pressed against the studio wall during a quiet evening in Pomefiore, his lips teasingly dancing across your collarbone, his voice humming poetry in your ear, it felt like the start of something sinful and divine.
“Ah… my love, you drive me mad with desire,” he whispered, tracing your lips with his thumb. “Let me worship you properly…”
Your hands tangled in his golden hair, tugging gently. He let out a soft groan, his mouth grazing yours.
“Just say the word…”
SLAM.
“Rook. Are you—OH NOT AGAIN!"
Vil’s voice cut through the moment like a guillotine. He stood in the doorway, horrified, eyes wide as saucers.
“I told you not to use the studio! We sanitize that space!”
Rook blinked, then laughed softly, though his arms remained protectively around you.
“Vil, mon ami, you have ruined a masterpiece in progress.”
You blushed furiously and pushed Rook’s chest.
“Mood’s gone. And I’m really sorry Vil!”
You quickly walked off before Vil could lecture you too.
Rook sighed dramatically and turned to Vil.
“hope I can paint this moment anew tonight, or I’ll hold you responsible for the loss of art.”
That night, Rook found you again, candles, music, and locked doors.
“Now… where were we, ma belle?”

Sebek Zigvolt
You were in Diasomnia’s bedroom, alone with Sebek, surrounded by soft candlelight.
Sebek had been a gentleman all evening, until you kissed him first.
Now? His usually sharp voice had gone husky.
“Human or not, you… captivate me.”
His gloves were off. His hands were warm as they cupped your waist finger trembling and digging into your waist.
His forehead rested against yours, lips barely brushing—
BOOM.
“Sebek. I require your assistance with—”
Malleus stepped in, expression calm until his eyes landed on the compromising scene.
Sebek jumped back so fast he nearly tripped over a chair.
“WAKASAMA—I—I—FORGIVE ME—I DID NOT—”
“Mood’s gone, see you later Mal.” you muttered, smoothing your clothes and walking out.
Sebek stood, frozen in horror and then dropped on his knees.
“...Please erase this from your memory, and please forgive me…”
Later that night, Sebek showed up outside your window, knocking nervously.
“I swear to protect your honor next time... and your privacy.!!”

Jack Howl
You were in the Savannaclaw gym… definitely not training. Jack had you pinned between the wall and his chest, his arms cage you in.
He was breathing heavy from your teasing, lips ghosting over your jaw.
“You’re really… testing my control,” he muttered.
His hands settled on your hips, his mouth descending to your neck—
CRASH.
“Oi, Jack. Did you—huh… Guess you’re getting more cardio than I thought.”
Leona stood in the doorway, smirking like the smug bastard he was.
Jack immediately jerked back, ears folded low.
“LEONA—WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!”
“Forgot my towel. Thanks for the free show.” He waved before just turned around and walked away like nothing happened.
You sighed and stepped aside.
“Mood’s gone Jack.”
Jack looked like he was going to explode from embarrassment.
Later, he came to find you on your dorm balcony, tail twitching nervously, holding your favorite flowers and snacks.
“Im really sorry Y/N! Can we… try again? I do everything for making up for you I swear.”

Deuce Spade
The Ramshackle living room was dim, quiet, and surprisingly cozy, just the two of you curled up together on the couch after hours, some random movie lights the room. Deuce had been fidgeting with his collar all night, his ears pink, but when you whispered something naughty in his ear? It was like flipping a switch.
He suddenly had you pinned softly beneath him, hovering over you, eyes wide and hungry.
“A-Are you sure?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” you breathed giving him a soft smile while you cup his cheeks.
His lips just barely grazed yours, noses brushing—
BANG.
“YO DEUCE, Y/N! ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY HAVING MOVIE NIGHT WITHOUT—”
Ace stood in the doorway, wide-eyed. A wicked smirk bloomed across his face.
“WELL DAMN, GET IT, DUDE!”
Deuce turned redder than Riddle on a bad day.
“ACE—WHAT—CAN’T YOU KNOCK!?”
You groaned, tugging your shirt back down.
“Mood’s gone… and Ace… please leave the house and never come back…” you glared at him.
And you left, walking back to your room, cheeks burning.
Deuce collapsed onto the floor with a tortured groan.
“I swear to the Great Seven… I’m gonna lock every door next time. OR LOOK YOU SOMEWHERE!”
Later that night, Deuce showed up with your favorite drink and flowers and nervously scratched the back of his neck.
“Let’s try again. This time… I’m locking the door. And ban Ace I swear.”
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Summary: You made a lot mistakes in your new job, but do you regret them? Nope, not a bit. But who can blame you for it? If you wouldn't have done them, you never would have met this pretty boy.
Remember: German Grammar is a lot different then English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.
Pairing: Francis Mosses (doppelganger) x gn! Reader
(A/N): I usually write for mha, but this men dominates my fyp on TikTok and I can't stop grinning like an idiot about all this fanarts. My men is just too attractive for his own good. Nevertheless, Tumblr has too few fanfictions for him, so I had to do it myself. Still, I am not that proud about how it turned out. It certainly sounded better in my head, but I don't care. One shitty fanficion is better than none.
Art by @asteriscks on TikTok
This game is not mine, but Ignacio Alvarado. I also used phrases from the game.
Mistakes? Yes, but no regrets.

It's been a week since you started working for D.D.D as a doorman.
You can remember your first day so well, it could have been yesterday.
Well... probably because your life is constantly at stake.
_
It started with a mistake that you ended up here. It was completely unexpected since you always made sure, that you sent your rent to the right account.
Surely no one can blame you for a small typo, right?
Well, your landlord, who kept pounding on your door until you woke up, surely did.
"What?" you asked, annoyed, as you opened the door.
"When do you plan to finally pay your bill? The date has already been overdue for two weeks!" he complains.
What?
"Sorry, but I've already transferred my money to you."
"Well, I didn't get anything. Do you still have the receipt for the transfer?"
"No..."
You already knew what that meant: double payment.
"Look, today, I'll transfer it to your account again, okay? If it doesn't work this time, it's not my fault."
You were about to close the door, but your landlord had other plans when he held the door open with his foot.
"No no no. You will give me the money now. I don’t trust you. Why would you transfer it to me today, when it should have happened two weeks ago. You will give it to me now."
Your eyes widened.
Now?
"But I don't have that much money in my hand? Who's got that?"
"Then I'll have to kick you out for now. But don't worry, no one is going to buy an apartment here anytime soon, so you can move right back in as soon as you give me the money."
Staring stunned at his smiling face you could have sworn you were about to hit him.
"The keys?"
With watery eyes, you grabbed your keys, placed them in his outstretched hand, and frowned.
What kind of person had such sharp fingernails as he does?
You were sure that he could definitely have stabbed someone with them.
Thank God, I didn't hit him.
"When do you plan to give me the money? I've heard that all banks closed today. Some kind of holiday among them, I've heard."
What!?
How were you going to get through the day today? You intentionally left everything in your apartment since you were so sure that you could have given the money to your landlord in a matter of minutes.
"You’re telling me this now!?"
"If you had paid, you wouldn’t need to know."
That filthy bastard.
No matter how angry you were at that moment, your panic was overweighting.
What were you going to do now?
Shit.
"Man, I really wouldn't want to be in your situation...", the landlord murmured.
Fuck the nails- This guy deserves a punch.
Just as you raised your fist, he speaks again.
"But maybe we can agree on something.
Then you stopped.
"The D.D.D., which is responsible for the safety of all residents in this area, is looking for doormans. Ours has recently...quitted, which is why we are urgently looking for one. They pay three times the amount of your rent in a week. If you take the job, I can overlook your sloppiness this time."
Three times your rent? In a week? And for what? To sit there and check a few documents. You'd be crazy not to take the offer!
"Okay. I'll do it. Where can I apply?"
"Don't worry, I'll sort it out for you. Tomorrow, you can start”
_
Looking back, it should have been clear to you that something was wrong. Starting with the sudden his sudden threat, the fingernails and this stupid story about the holiday of the banks.
Maybe it was just because you were too panicked at that moment to think rationally.
But let’s be true here: when are you thinking rationally? If you did, you would certainly have quitted after your first day.
_
"Welcome and congratulations on your new job."
After watching the short video, a man in the yellow suit came to your window. You are so shocked that you can’t even answer.
I'm going to die today!
After all, you know it yourself: you're too gullible for the job. There's no chance you'll unmask a doppelganger who copies someone well.
“As you could see on the introductory film, your job is to verify the entry of the neighbors of your building. Each day there will be a list of individuals who will request entry to the building. It is possible that there are individuals who request entry and aren’t on the list. In which case you will mark on the checklist that they are not on the list and proceed to question the individual. Also, you must verify that the ID and the entry reqest are correct and have the respective D.D.D. logo. Don’t forget to also check the expiration on the IDs. Remember it’s Febuary 1955."
Your gaze wanders to the note that was stuck to the wall.
Arnold Schmicht F02 – 01
Anastacha Mikaelys F02 – 04
Robertsky Peachman F01 – 02
Steven Rudboys F03 – 03
Mia Stone F03 – 01
Rafttellyn Cappuccin F03 – 04
Admittedly, you don't know any of your neighbors, neither by character nor really by sight. You were never the type to care about your neighbors.
"I wish you good luck."
C’mon Reader, be like Henry…
But better.
The first inhabitant was Mia Stone and you already started to sweat.
"Good evening."
Was she real? Was she a doppelganger?
With shaky hands, you reached for her ID and entry pass, only to find that everything was fine. She was also on today's list and her appearance doesn't show any deviations either, right?
Just to be sure, you looked into the folder that described her appearance:
Long hair
Small round nose
She has freckles
...
...
...
Freckles?
Your eyes wandered again to the woman in front of you, who was waiting patiently behind the window.
You narrowed your eyes a little and leaned forward to get a better view of her.
No matter how long you stared at her, you didn't see them, her freckles.
"You look different...", you murmur after a while.
"What's wrong with my appearance? I think everything is fine with my appearance."
Her photo on her ID and Entry Pass both have no freckles.
Perhaps a mistake on the part of the D.D.D.?
You're about to press the green button, but then you see her grinning slightly out of the corner of your eye.
Shit.
She almost had you. You're really not made for this job.
Your hand slammed hard against the red button, causing the siren to blare and the metal window to crash down.
"3312," you murmur to yourself.
"You have contacted the D.D.D.. A group of agents has been sent to your building. Please wait for the cleaning protocol to run."
Cleaning protocol?
What happens to those who were cleaned? They certainly won't be killed, will they?
What if they will?
What if your judgment was wrong?
What if...
Your thoughts were interrupted as the siren fell silent and the metal window went up, only to reveal the yellow man.
"Cleaning protocol completed. You can continue your job."
It took a while until someone finally came again.
This time, your heart was pounding faster. Significantly faster. And this time, you can't even say for sure that it's all out of fear.
Milkman...
You definitely can't deny it: he's probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen.
You don't even have to look at today's checklist to tell he's not on it – a face like his would have caught your eye right away.
"Francis Mosses, huh?" you murmured to yourself as you looked at his ID. "You're not on today's list."
"I’m not on today’s list because I had to leave due to an emergency."
Long nose
Thin chin
Tired eyes
Short hair
Wears a hat
It all fit. The only thing left now was a call.
Just as you began to spin the wheel of the phone, he said, "You're new here, aren't you? I've never seen you here before."
"Yes, today is my first day."
"Must be hard, huh? I've heard that more and more doppelgangers are appearing and they are becoming more and more error-free. It would be a shame if such a pretty face as yours were to disappear forever."
Your cheeks turn red and suddenly you feel shyer than you actually are.
"B-But your job has to be hard as well. I didn't think that being a milkman would rob you so much sleep."
Francis smiles a little. So little that you almost didn't see it at all.
"It's not. I just stay up for a very long time. If you like, I can bring you some milk sometime. It's refreshing, calms the nerves."
You bite your lip slightly when you have to refrain from a question.
What milk do you mean exactly?
My God, why were you just such a sucker for handsome men?
"I'd be delighted, Francis."
You talked to him for a while and you quickly forgot that you were actually going to call someone.
"I'd like to talk to you more, but I don't want to stop you from your work. I'll see you tomorrow, right, Reader?"
And you quickly forgot that you never told him your name.
You pressed the green button.
_
"Shh," whispered the voice of Francis next to your ear.
It was your third day, your third time to change shift.
Well, it usually would have been.
Your vision and mouth were blocked by the bloody hands of the doppelganger who claimed to be Francis.
He had killed the doorman, that should have taken over your shift.
You had to admit, that you were more than inconsiderate. After all, you didn't ask for his entry pass, nor the reason why he wasn't on today's list.
"I'll let you go now, yeah? No wrong move, okay?"
He laughed softly as he released his hands from you and turned your chair, so you were facing him.
"We don't want to hurt you, do we, Reader?"
The sentence shouldn't have given you hope, because after all, you were more than sure that you were going to die one way or another.
Maybe you should have shown a little resistance. For your honor, but....
Oh?
He is so close to you that you can practically feel his body heat. Or was it your own? Your face, despite your situation, was burning.
Even though he said he was letting you go, his hands ran over your body and you couldn't deny that it did something to you.
Were you so shameful?
"Actually, I wanted to wait, but I couldn't take it anymore. I've been patient long enough, haven't I? It was so much work for me, to let you get this job."
You didn't know what to say. Honestly, you didn't know if you would even be able to answer him.
His breath touched your throat as he spoke, "I think I deserve this, don't I? What do you say, Reader? Do I deserve my reward?”
If you were going to die anyway, why not enjoy the last few minutes?
Regardless of whether he was a doppelganger, he had lived up to his title as "Mlikman" that night.
_
"You killed the real Francis Mosses?" you asked the next day.
Francis grins, almost so much so that his real form was threatening to show itself.
"Yes, of course. What would have happened if he had come before me? You would have sent the D.D.D. after me."
Well, he had a point, huh?
No matter how wrong it was, you were glad it didn't come to that.
You didn't know the real Francis Mosses. That's probably why his death was so insignificant to you.
"Have you killed more people?"
"Just more doppelgangers you let through."
Your eyes widened.
You were so sure you caught them all. The false success was the reason why you didn't quit…well, it was one of the reasons.
"How many have I let through?"
Francis just continues to wear his smirk as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.
"Don't rack your pretty head over it, okay?"
You just nod, smiling.
"Are you going to kill others...?
You don't know why you added your next question. Probably because you wanted to feel special.
"Would you kill for me?"
"Hooooonn"
When you turn your gaze to his face, two white pupils stared at you and his grin is inhumanly wide and black.
You don't know if it's joyful or sadistic, but it definitely made you feel special.
_
Looking back, you made more than a few mistakes.
But honestly?
You don't regret a single one of them. After all, all of them have led to an all-too-familiar knock on your window.
When you look up, he waves, the milkman.
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