#which is to say that I’m sorry if I miss something and/or u get randomly spammed ^^’

[nicherayyy]

Niche!! Im glad to see u back!! How are you doing?

I had this scenario in my mind about La Squadra x child reader and im sorry if my asks are too much but I love the way you write this entire concept so much, i rlly hope you don’t mind if I share some of my scenarios and thoughts.

There was this video , the closest I could find to the original (besides that annoying robotic voiceover, I apologise )

I thought it was so cute because I can only imagine this w Pros. Imagine receiving a crumb of this mans affection😭 Like ofc he tries to look professional, even at home, but for his kid?? I think he would appreciate it, especially if reader is not really the cuddly type as they get older. Maybe there will be a pat on the back or head, or a genuine smile, letting you know that even if you get older he will still love you the same. He will still fight for you, protect you and root for you- because you are his child. I like to imagine Ghiaccio too- he would try to ask what you are doing as you simply settle against him, just wanting to show some affection. he won’t complain once he realized what you were trying to do- on the inside he is like 🥺. You are his kid and he will not deny your hugs, wrapping his arms around you and leaving the laptop he previously worked on aside- even if Formaggio or Illuso come barging in, teasing him and all, he will make a note to beat them up later-but for now he will enjoy this moment between you two (Cue these two idiots wanting hugs too, but you will never catch Illuso alive saying that)

Hiii! I’m doing great, thanks for asking <3

And no, I absolutely love this type of requests, so don’t worry abt it!!

Okay so here’s the hcs

Teenage Reader hugging their Father Figure from La Squadra

Oh yes, Risotto Nero. Stoic leader of the most feared assassin group

And a loving father

Just imagine this tall, intimidating man cuddling his child😭💔

And of course, as reader was younger, they used to cuddle all the time

Reader returned from school? Cuddles

Reader is getting ready for bed? Yeah, could someone (*cough cough* Risotto) give them a cuddle?

So yeah, reader is basically a cuddle bug

But after some years of course, cuddles became a rare occurrence

(Which Risotto was very sad about)

But he understood, maybe reader just didn’t want to, or think that cuddles are for children

So when teenage reader just crawled into Risotto’s arms just like in old times..

The man literally melted

Immediately hugged reader back

He didn’t even realise how much he missed this😭

“If I’m too heavy I can stand up”

“Please don’t”

Literally so happy

With Prosciutto it’s a bit different

Of course, even after reader got older he still gives them some pats on a head and words of encouragement

I mean, it’s his child, he loves them to death

But still, he wasn’t an affectionate type of parent

And when reader crawled into his lap he immediately got still

For a few seconds he didn’t know what to do

“Is it okay? If you don’t want to cuddle—“

“I do want to cuddle”, he hugged reader back

Okay let me tell you Pesci is so sad when reader stop wanting to cuddle

Like.. why don’t they want to cuddle?

Did he do something and now reader hates them?

Where’s his cuddly baby?😭

But he made peace with it after some time

I mean, reader is a teenager now

And I guess it’s not so cool for teenagers to hug with their dad

So when reader just randomly hugged him..

He cried

And of course hugged reader back

“Wha- why are you crying?”

“I’m just *sob* so happy”

Melone is a cuddle bug himself

Like he LOVES to cuddle

It’s his favourite way to show people that he cares for them

So when his child got older and stopped to cuddle he was really sad

He knew it was normal, reader got older and maybe they just stopped liking this type of affection

And of course he didn’t expect to get a hug from them when he was working on his laptop

The speed with which he put aside all of his tasks😭

Mf was over the moon with happiness

“You have no idea how happy I am right now”

Okay I believe Ghiaccio won’t tolerate any cuddles

Unless those cuddles are from reader

I mean they’re his child, why wouldn’t he want cuddles from them?

But of course he won’t show it

Imagine reader crawling into his arms and he’s like:

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling”

“Okay”

HE LOVES IT

Even is he’s just sitting on the couch with poker face, he still will hug reader back

And if someone (*cough* Formaggio *cough* Illuso) tries to tease him about it.. well Ghiaccio would handle it later

Let’s just hope this someone has enough time to stay frozen

Speaking about Illuso

I think he like cuddles

But he rarely initiates them

Of course he loves giving his child affection, only he prefers to show his love with words or gift giving

But still he would appreciate the hug from reader

“Oh so you still love your old man? How sweet of you”

The same as Melone, Formaggio is a cuddle bug

But let’s be fr, he loves all types of affections

Pats on the back, words of encouragement, you name it

He always initiates cuddles with reader

And he’s got kinda used to the fact that only he initiates them

So when reader initiated hugs first—

“OH MY GOD FINALLY”

He immediately hugged reader back

And I mean this tight bear hug

Definitely won’t let reader go for a few minutes

[hotcat37]

When I temporarily left the JO fandom almost half a yr ago by now, i didn’t think things would change all that much and from the looks of it, not much actually has (fic’s, art, gif’s, shitposts, the usual fan shenanigans that I’ve missed oh so terribly 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠👍👍👍👍👍👍).

But with recent discoveries many have made, I started to wonder, what happened to them? What could’ve possibly happened for them to start using fucking generativeAI of all things. If the message their trying to convey as a band is supposed to be something along the lines of peace, love, tolerance and (pretty wishy-washy depending on how you see it / = 2 =; \) social justice, why not just hire fanartist’s like they’ve been known to do or hire a professional while also making sure a through background check has been done before going forward with any business. No matter how much I try to wrap my head around it, nothing still seems to make even a lick of sense!!

Seemingly being burnt out while creating the 3rd album and up to now could have something to do with it perhaps but at the same time, stooping so low you resort to a literal machine with no comprehensive understanding of soul or how real humans have this totally super amazing power of creating practically anything they could ever image with their *OWN* bodies just reeks of laziness and the feeling that tho as much as it hurts to say atp; they might simply just not care as much as they once did for the fans/creditability as artists.

Now I’m grossly aware this could honestly be me reaching so goddamn far out of proportion you’d probably be able to see my hands all away from mars, and or getting wayyyyy to wrapped up in my own feelings to actually make something semi coherent without thinking of catching the nearest plane to Slovenia and getting them a better pr time all on by lonesome. (fr literally so so so sorry if this sounds a little erratic since I only found out about…..whatever you wanna call this a few hrs ago but I’d of definitely crawled into a hole somewhere and scream my lungs out if i didn’t talk to someone, anon or not 😭😭😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)!!!

I guess what I’m honestly trying to say is we genuinely can’t go about this quietly or act like everything is fine and that it isn’t allat deep, every branch of the fandom will need to make a moderate amount of noise if we want any chance in hell of our boys seeing exactly how much damage their actively contributing to. A perfect example of such ways being the fan letter which could most definitely help get the message across of what we *R E A L L Y* want to see from them, the less escapable we make the issue, the more likely something could be done about it afterall :3

(It runs a lot deeper that just using AI tho, like if ur gonna do smh as shitty as that atlest be honest about ur intentions bro!!!!!! When has being immature and bending over backwards full knight in shiny pants mode ever helped win an argument bffr ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️),

On the contrary of everything I just said, truly very much hope you’re having a delightful day/evening/night/morning and doing well outside of hellsite life + thriving in other fandoms in general especially cuz seeing ur down right scrumptious, gorgeous, awe inspiring, perfectly perfect, quiet literally *ETHEREAL* art here and there knows just how to leave any living person with eyes and taste(™️) speechless and wanting plenty more =>U<= :’DDDDDb!!!1!23!2!1!1

Signed with luv, spaghetti anon🍝🎀…&~~<3

I completely agree!! Of course we don't know what goes on behind the scenes, I can definitely see them feeling burnt out and maybe struggling to connect with the fandom the way they used to. Ofc this is speculation but it doesn't seem like a huge stretch considering Chatgpt ahh letters they send every Sunday. I also agree that even if you don't care about their use of AI and don't see it as harmless, at the very LEAST they should be transparent about it. That's like if I randomly started posting AI generated content without telling anyone lol Its pretty scummy.

I'm really happy there's fans that started the open letter movement cuz even if it might not get a response, I do think it would show JO and their team how disappointed we are, especially considering they used to hire real artists and designers for promo stuff. Lowkey wish we could go back to the era when the Damon photos slowly started getting revealed 🥲 That was peak JO for me.

Thank you so much for hyping up my art btw, that's so unbelievably sweet of you :"D❤❤!! JO can hire me next, I'll even do it for free/lh Also the way you type is very cute.....reminds me of a mutual I used to interact with a lot 👀🔎

Anyways thanks for this message, you make some good points and I'm happy we as a fandom are able to discuss things like this <3

[zyafics]

https://www.tumblr.com/zyafics/768091627760795648/i-genuinely-feel-sick-at-the-thought-of-her

idk why but i feel like they are missing a big part of it all. is it just me?

no hate to that person i see where they’re coming from but its not ‘sick’ nor does it make her a horrible person, especially when we dont know the whole context of everything, and with ward and cutting him off— she wants him to be happy and have a future buttt getting rid of a baby is never easy even if you swear you didnt want it, its a horrible feeling to know you had something growing inside you, something thats yours and nobody can take away is being taken away— especially because by her reaction im guessing she did want it? and then again rafe seems to be okay with dropping everything and just focusing on her and their baby which is cute don’t get me wrong but she knows how much he wants this future he envisioned for himself, if he knew she had the baby he would never give them up and get his dream. ward also played a huge part in it with manipulating her into thinking rafe was gonna resent her in the future? of course she was scared. she didn’t just wake up one day and say ‘oh nah i’ma keep his child from him cause i randomly feel like it’ no !! ward drove her into that conclusion of ‘if i don’t rafe wont be happy’ she loved him so much that lying and keeping this from him even if it also hurt her too just to see him be happy and achieve what she knows he wants seemed easy even if in the end it wasnt, she did it for him. however he was so willing to give it all up for her and the baby is growing and missing some time w rafe but they have its whole life to make up for it— its only just begun but i do get that these are moments missed and moments be will never get back but you cant really dwell on that— i’m sure once he finds out he’ll be upset and he should be, he has every right— she kept his own child from him but i also think he’ll maybe be a little happy and relieved? but i certainly don’t think he should ‘sue her’ like hoe is you falalala? sorry but thats crazyy !! thats actually insane !! she did what she thought was right and had good intentions even if it was the wrong way of going about it. she just wanted him to be happy and that doesnt make her a horrible person it just shows how in love she was if anything— ‘cause in the end she had hope he was gonna achieve his dreams even if she wasn’t there with him to celebrate it.

honestly i understand both side of the arguments. which is what makes it so compelling because, in that scenario, BOTH of them fucked up to their own extent. and sometimes fucking up means harsh consequences.

but i get what u mean. and i love that you're advocating for reader, especially because she is only just trying to do what's right for everyone involved.

[too-many-mes]

so I know there’s times where someone just goes in autopilot, but how do u know when it’s that vs it’s an indicator that someone else is fronting? sometimes it feels so weird that I’m moving. Like my body just is but I don’t feel present. when ppl say “it feels like someone else took over my body” I wonder if they are referring to that? or are there certain tasks u are just so used to doing that it’s normal to feel that way?

You might be better off trying to focus on the other DID symptoms and other signs of switching because trying to figure out if you're switching by looking at the autopilot feelings alone is not likely to get you very far.

If you're under the assumption that switching always feels like being on autopilot or something, that's not true, and actually plenty of people with DID don't feel that way, switching can feel and look like so many different things and can look and feel like nothing more than a simple mood change.

So there are tons of other ways to figure out if you're experiencing switching or not without focusing on this singular aspect (feeling like you're on autopilot) - I don't think Anybody with DID experiences ONE singular kind of switching, so it's not very helpful to try and figure out if you're switching by focusing on one form of switching; by doing so, you're likely to miss your own switches because maybe you switch differently than the way you're expecting yourself too, or maybe your switches can look any number of different ways depending on a variety of factors, and by focusing on one kind or type or form of switching (like feeling like you're on autopilot), you would be missing those switches and not noticing them if you're only looking at one kind or type of switch.

I think in general when it comes to DID, you can't focus on one or a few aspects, you really do have to look at a wide variety of things and bring them together in order to see and notice a fuller/bigger picture, which is what I'm trying to get at when I say that it's better to try and look around elsewhere instead of only this.

I'm assuming you're asking this because you experience feeling like you're on autopilot at least frequently (?) Sorry if that's not correct, but assuming it's the case, maybe take note of when these feelings happen, and what other feelings accompany them/happen alongside them. Did something happen to trigger the feelings, for example, did somebody bring up a stressful topic? Were you doing something that was overwhelming? And take note of any other things that might happen along with the autopilot feelings - do you feel different in general (beyond feeling like you're on autopilot)? Do you feel like a different gender, age; do you feel like you'd like a different name, or no name, or like you no longer like the name you use generally? Does the autopilot feeling happen randomly, or can you notice a pattern (if there is a pattern, you wouldn't notice it until you started to take note of these things, to be clear)? Do other things about you change during these moment - is your voice higher, lower, does your voice sound different (oftentimes this can be quite mild - my voice changes are mostly about the volume - how loud or quiet I'm speaking - and how high or low, etc. my voice is)? What your personality - do you become bubbly and energetic/excitable and low-energy the next moment? These are the things that indicate a switch. It's not really about the autopilot feeling but about what other DID symptoms you may or may not have. It's not helpful to take one thing and try and figure out if that one thing is indicative of a switch, you have to take that thing and many other things together and figure it out from there, if that makes sense. If you feel like you're on autopilot frequently and clearly have other signs of dissociative problems, but those autopilot feelings are not accompanied by other DID symptoms and you don't have other signs of switching, that's probably a sign that it might not be DID. The key thing is to focus on a wide variety of things here - do you have other DID symptoms? Do you have other signs of switching? If not, then it's probably not DID.

[jayflrt]

omg ok i’m gonna assume my other ask didn’t go through either bc it glitched again i hate this app. ANYWAY storytime

so we meet at a party through a mutual friend and i realize he’s hanging around me the entire time

by the end of the night we get each other’s socials and numbers and we start talking because he’s responding to so many of my stories

so this goes on for like two weeks before he switches up and he pulls away from me and ghosts me altogether but he’s active on insta? so i’m like ok idrc i have more important things to worry abt

and then we don’t talk for like a month, then he drunk calls me one night and i thought something happened bc it was like 4am so i respond back when i wake up asking “u called?” and he was like “mb i drunk called but i lowk missed talking to you” and then i respond back to try to start a convo but he ghosts me again

but he was constantly sending me reels on insta alluding to relationships which weirded me out so i deleted all of his messages

then for my birthday he wishes me with like a joke that i’m older than him by so much now (a year difference) and i just say ty and don’t talk to him but he keeps responding back but atp i just didn’t want anything to do w him

but he calls me like a week later saying he had a major life update but when i picked up he was like “oh i didn’t think you’d answer”

the update was something more personal so i won’t say but i had a feeling that wasn’t the only thing he wanted to say - i had a feeling that he got back together with his ex but i didn’t ask further bc it wasn’t rly my place and i was over it i didn’t rly wanna know either

i ended up deleting his number and removing him on my socials but i didn’t block him

but one day in the summer i had a dream that he blocked me so i woke up and checked and he actually did but it was such an out of the blue thing bc he was still sending me reels but i completely forgot abt him immediately after

but today when i went through my blocked list on my spam insta i was like wait who do i have blocked idek them so i look and it’s him and his gf

out of curiosity i looked through her highlights and i find out that they’ve been dating since around my birthday last year and he posted her for national gfs day too

and on her page she posted them and that’s where i found out he was going to yale too

anyway. that’s all i’m over it i think it was just such a huge shocker i was like what in the yfi???

ALL MEN ARE THE SAMEEEEE 🫤 like why do they all just keep springing up so randomly and then ghosting out of the blue?? 😭 i'm sorry you had to deal with that tho anon he sounds wayy too indecisive!! but i'm crying you seem so unbothered and he kept CHASINGG queen behavior

also omg dreaming about him blocking you and he actually did ?/!;& what kind of superpowers do you have oml the only person i'll believe in manifestation from is you

[badartxd]

✨WIP/ Some Niya Things✨

Thank u so much for the tag, @siriskulksnerding !!

So at this point these are old as hell, but I’m currently in the limbo where I have either finished or not yet started my intended drawings, so I’ll take the opportunity to share some in progress lore :D

The Most Expression Ever (knows too much but brain still empty) and an actual intentional design of her heirloom brooch. The central gem is colourshifting while the one on the top is akin to a deep red ruby, and the golden framing is actually reminiscent of the sigil of Asmodeus (since her family’s historically in the cult and all). I’m not even remotely experienced with costume design but it felt all the better to settle on a look I actually like a lot ☺️:

This outfit’s actually temporary for a d&d game (a stolen elaborate robe that is way too big for Niya, the sleeves too long and singed from careless magic outbursts), but the look is otherwise the closest thing I currently have to a reference of Niya:

Some “older Niya” concepts I played with, with doubled horns (a crown of horns, if u will, tho the color and shape aren’t necessarily my favourite) and more scales. Did some of her signature expressions of Nicetomeetcha, The Way-Too-Toothy-Grin, Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru, and Oh Worm:

Hopefully this was some degree of fun to look at, and I’d like to tag @heniareth @wild-houseplant @bumblerhizal @icylook !! :D

[ezlebe]

If you’re still taking Tomgreg commissions: Greg’s dad shows up randomly and gets to meet Tom. Post Italy. Keeping it vague cus I’d love to see where you take it!!

“Greg?” Tom raises a brow at Greg’s loading face, blank eyes fixed across the room, then down at the usual opening bid presentation that’s finally come up on the tablet. “You good? I know it’s short notice, but it’s not that beyond belief.”

“Sorry, um…” Greg says, as he sharply clears his throat and jumps back to life. “Lukas has u-us meeting who?”

“I know, right? An actual king, apparently,” Tom says, tapping the screen, changing the name and date on the front slide, then doing the same down on the footer. “Of some kind of a – a tiny euro-micronation. City state. What the hell ever.”

“Yeah, like okay,” Greg says, dropping his head, quiet a pair of beats, as he rolls his lips together.

“King Levi…” Tom says, swiping through the rest of the slides; good, good, good, bad – hah, don’t want to mention that shitshow of a vendor anymore, do they? “Of Maritou? Something equivalent of Monaco or Andorra, Lichtenstein… Singapore. I guess he’s gay, which Matsson, of course, made a point to tell me in the calendar invite. Dickhead.”

“He’s married,” Greg says, voice lifting with a pitchy disbelief. “Isn’t he?”

“Uh, I literally don’t know him from Adam, Greg,” Tom says, lifting a brow upwards while peeking under his brow to entirely take in Greg’s tetchy, dissatisfied expression, then dropping his eyes back to the screen. He’s not sure what that is about, but maybe he’s got a thing against royalty now, even though that whole thing with that contessa was almost an outright con on his end. “Though he is a king, so if I get swept off my feet, you can’t hold it against me.”

“I could, um… Can you like promise you won’t, actually?”

Tom purposely slows his fingers while dropping the menu down on the screen to print. “I guess?” He sets the tablet aside, as he leans back to check the printer has started going in the middle of the floor. “Are you worried he’s cuter than you?”

Greg purses his mouth, oddly petulant. “Can you just do it?”

“Yes, baby,” Tom says, dropping his voice with sugary condescension, and reaching out to yank lightly at Greg’s tie, then smoothing it across the buttons of his shirt and tucking the tail into his belt. “I solemnly swear not to run away with some man I’ve never met.”

Greg seems even more annoyed that Tom isn’t taking this seriously, which just makes it funnier. It took Tom a year to admit to himself he was into Greg, so what is he expecting here?

“Are you gaining a jealousy streak? I’m kind of into it.”

“No,” Greg mutters, as he looks down and straightens his back to pull his tie from his trousers.

“Come on,” Tom says, reaching out and slipping his jacket off the chair; the printer should be done by now. “Maybe you’ll get the crush, and we’ll have to meet with pistols at dawn.”

Greg makes a markedly bizarre disgusted noise at the back of his throat.

Tom slows out of the elevator, peering across the office floor into Matsson’s office. His initial goal is to scope the ruling monarch out, determine some shallow comment to open on, per usual, but he quickly finds himself at a complete stop. He stares narrowly at the tall man on the other side of the glass, bearing a familiar thin nose, familiar round eyes, and who is inexplicably guffawing at something said by Matsson, then turns to look at the unquestionably younger version hunching just behind him. “I’m going to need an explanation in ten seconds or less.”

“Well.” Greg sighs in that heaving, petulant way. “He’s like sort of my dad.”

Tom slowly reaches up and scratches at a missed patch of stubble under his jaw. “Sort of.”

Greg rolls his lips together.

“You’re a Prince?” Tom says, hearing his voice raise, consequently catching a sidelong glance from a passing aide with a sharp, dismissive glare. “What the fuck, Greg?”

“It’s like barely a real country,” Greg mutters, glancing at Tom and then away, shrugging with a roll of his shoulders forward into a deeper hunch. “Sort of like he’s barely a dad, you know? Like… we don’t talk.”

“Does Lukas know?”

Greg glances toward the office with a pinched moue. “Like, would he care?”

“…No,” Tom says, though he feels like, at the least, he’s tried to have taken earlier advantage of it. “I don’t think you’re quite high enough on his shit list. When was the last time you spoke? To the King.”

Greg curls his nose, as he drops his head with a visible, almost startling vitriol in his scowl. “He tried to call me like a while ago and said it was for Shavuot, but it was, like… right after my Grandpa first took away my inheritance.”

“What one is that?” Tom asks, coming up with nothing on his admittedly small mental Rolodex of Jewish holidays.

Greg glances sidelong at a movement into the office, stepping backward to ineffectively hunch behind an art piece. “I don’t exactly celebrate any of them, you know, but… I guess, it’s the cheesecake one.”

Tom raises his brows, deciding to ignore the hiding for something more pressing: “A cheesecake holiday?”

“Not really, it’s like about the – uh?” Greg briefly holds his tongue between his teeth, staring at nothing between their feet, then glances up with a lift of his shoulder. “Torah, I think? Yeah, like getting the Torah.”

“…Greg,” Tom groans, as much as he’d really prefer to actually ask about how that even leads to any sort of cake, let alone the cheese kind. “This is a big damn secret.”

“I didn’t think it’d ever come up,” Greg says, pulling his usual catchall card with a meek flourish. “I kind of thought you knew? Everyone else knows.”

Tom bites down at his lower lip, tilting his head with a brief, irked curse toward the fact that the Roy’s are so… Roy that their ostensibly destitute cousin being an actual, literal prince isn’t even worth a sideways mention. “So I take it… you’re not eager to go in there?”

“I like would rather not?” Greg says, as his eyes dart sideways to the office, then away, a marked tightening around the edges of them. “It would be. Awkward.”

Tom stares hard, as he exhales slowly between a narrow pinch of his lips.

Greg shrugs into an even tighter hunch, hands shifting around the edges of his phone.

“Well, go on,” Tom says, gesturing with a flick of his hand back toward the elevator bank. Fuck, he’s gotten so soft… like cream cheese; damn it, now he wants cheesecake. “Off you go, Prince Hirsch.”

Greg grabs Tom’s hand out of the air to briefly squeeze the life out of it. “Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome…” Tom mutters, playing put-upon, as Greg pulls away to scurry backward when an elevator opens for one of many of Matsson’s assistants to exit. Tom turns with a brief gesture at the ceiling, in disbelief of his life for nth time; it’s not exactly bad this time, at least, just damned bizarre.

He’s been waiting for Greg to expand on the family situation himself – a delicate subject, he thought, and it probably is, but a prince? He never could’ve seen that coming, not in like… ever, if he was given thirty years and infinite goddamn guesses.

Tom reaches out and pushes at the door, slow as he can, uneager to step in the middle of a new Roy family mess. He remembers when he was twelve and thought his Aunt’s second husband was an awkward family subject; so, so innocent.

“Tom,” Matsson says, looking up when the creaks, then frowning slightly while his eyes sweep beyond Tom toward the open floor. “You’re missing a half.”

“He’s got his own meeting,” Tom says, raising his brows with a pointed glance to the phone ever so permanently fixed in Lukas’s hand. “You’ll have to compare fictional farms another time.”

“We’ve moved to space,” Lukas says, blandly, “It’s a beta.”

“Of course, space,” Tom says, widening his eyes with a mocking tone. “So fascinating.”

“Levi,” Lukas says, turning to the… giraffe in the room, who’s probably just as tall as Greg, when he’s not making a big parenthesis of himself. “This is Tom Wambsgans.”

Levi turns from Lukas and steps forward, holding out a hand with a polite smile. “Levi Hirsch,” he says, “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Tom says, maybe a bit cooler than he intends, but it’s just worse up close, since Levi looks… so much like Greg. It is a bit of awkward new information, since Tom previously also thought Greg looked a bit like Ewan. The whole family is a slew of definitions for daddy issues. Hey, Tom, promise you won’t fuck my dad? Jesus wept.

Lukas sweeps a sideways gesture with a gradual tilt of his head. “You may have heard Tom’s name about elsewhere, but I stuck him back behind the curtain where he came from to keep him out of trouble.”

“Yes, my time at the firm has blessed me with… great opportunities for experience,” Tom says, keeping his expression at what he hopes looks pleasant. He could do without Lukas reminding every single person that comes in that technically he’s been demoted, but he does feel less close than a heart attack than he used to, so it’s a mixed bag. “I do appreciate that in this department I have something I can finish.”

“That’s true,” Levi says, briefly tilting his head with a narrow look, a small, mild smile, but it doesn’t seem to contain any recognition, which is… unexpected. Did he not watch the Senate hearings with his own son?

“So, Lukas texted me you’re looking into some kind of an… expansion?” Tom says, raising his brows and leaning in, as he pulls out the printed out packet from his arm. He hopes he’s doing a good job pretending not to look blatantly like he’s thinking about something else – like the fact that if Levi’s not following Greg’s life, then that means someone told him about the inheritance thing, but Tom doesn’t know Greg’s family well enough to know if it had been Marianne… or Ewan.

“Yes,” Levi says, dropping his chin in a too familiar eager nod. “I am hoping to modernize an existing property on the coast.”

“Sounds exciting?” Tom asks, nodding himself a few times, probably too many, and gesturing at the packet stuck under his elbow with a few pats. “We’ve been very interested in expanding further in Europe since the acquisition.”

“I thought so,” Levi says, markedly eager, which is somewhat bizarre, but maybe being king means he doesn’t need to negotiate this sort of thing – granted, the first sign toward that was probably how he showed up without warning to begin with to Lukas’ office. “I was quite excited to hear about Waystar coming under new ownership.”

“Bad blood with the Roys?” Tom asks, lifting his voice in a question; he must not do a good imitation of seeming simply curious about it, judging by Lukas’ sidelong look.

“Just ancient history,” Levi says, shrugging with a tip of his head. He hasn’t picked up on anything, clearly, “Men of my ilk always have a… few skeletons here or there.”

Tom raises his brows with a tight, forced laugh. He glances sideways, only to see Lukas has wandered off, which is just typical. “Sure, of course.”

“Nothing criminal, though,” Levi says, glancing across Tom’s head toward Lukas with a somewhat harried press of his lips. He clearly doesn’t know Lukas that well, then, “It shouldn’t pop up regarding this or any investment – I was primarily involved with the… the other side of the family.”

“Oh?” Tom intones, flatly, raising an eyebrow. “You buddies with ol’ Ewan?”

Levi inhales between his teeth with an awkward, pinched mouth that Tom is annoyed to recognize as a typical Greg fibbing face. “Uh, yes. Buddies, hah. As I said… just youthful mistakes that one makes, but I closed the – uh, that chapter of my life a long time ago.”

“Right. …So I have a packet here, just a few in-production examples of what we can do – ” Tom feels off-balance, if somehow also vindictive, as mistake echoes, and drops the packet into Levi’s fumbling, surprised hands. “Better to visit in person, but short notice.”

Levi hums while he starts to flip through the pages. “Oh, this is quite hefty.”

“And not even comprehensive,” Tom says, shoving his hands into his pockets to squeeze against his thighs with a deep nod. “We’ve also got there a… yep, page twelve here is a resort-park in the Mediterranean that opened two months ago. It’s less roller coasters and water slides, more massages and spa baths.”

“Yes, I’ve been. A big change from the Brightstar status quo.”

“Hah. I halfway suggested a spa direction just to… to get my partner to try the cryotherapy,” Tom says, feeling odd referring to Greg neither by his name nor from beside him, where he usually uses him as a somewhat terrible yesman who constantly butts into the pitch with fun facts. “He’s a decade younger than me with twice the joint issues.”

“Joint issues,” Levi repeats, thoughtfully, as his eyes sweep the page, which is just enough to blame him for the lot of it.

“I’ll let you look this over,” Tom says, waving a flat hand at the pictures and buzzwords between them. “Of course, give me a nudge, if you’ve got any questions.”

Levi drops his head with a nod, mouth pursing in thought at the page. “Yes, I… I do think this more luxury direction is just what I was intrigued by.”

“Great,” Tom says, forcefully bright, then drops back a pair of steps. He turns to where Lukas and his determined antisocial obstinacy has crowded the window across the office, walking quickly in his direction.

Lukas looks about like he wants to crawl like Dracula out the window, but stays planted, lifting his chin to bid a greeting. His eyes narrow over Tom’s shoulder, to where Levi is peering at the pages, and then a frown settles his mouth. “Unlike you to ditch a pitch, Wambsgans.”

“Uh-huh,” Tom says, then jerks his head back and somewhat peeks, too, just to make sure he’s not wandered closer to listen in on them. “Do you know who that is?”

“Levi Hirsch, Sitting Monarch of Maritou.”

Tom raises his brows high up his forehead. “Hirsch.”

Lukas does little more than tsk. “I’ve met other Hirsches.”

“Oh yeah?” Tom says, keeping his face friendly and his tone low, leaning over into Lukas’ space with a slow raise of his brows. “And how many that have those eyes, that face, and are taller than you?”

Lukas narrows an eye across his office, then glances down at his phone, awkwardly, with a low grunt. “Ah.”

“You weren’t aware?”

Lukas reaches up and scratches at the top of his lip with the back of his thumb, halfway covering his mouth. “I do not always endeavor to make a fool of you…  or, more rarely, Greg.”

“Who King Funsuck over there just called a mistake,” Tom says, feeling his lip curl and forcing it back into a friendly shape.

Lukas glances over with an oddly thoughtful pinch to his mouth. “What a surprisingly impressive pedigree.”

Tom sighs hard through his nose. “Okay, now don’t call him a dog.”

“I’ve heard you call him worse,” Lukas says, evenly and absolutely mortifyingly, as his eyes sweep back toward Tom in his next slow blink. “Haven’t I?”

“You have not,” Tom snaps, then cants away in a short lean and pretends to peer against the uneven skyline. “And even then I don’t say dog.”

“I was thinking a horse, anyway,” Lukas says, lowly dismissive, as if that makes it better, then offering Tom a gradual tilt of his head. “Speaking of, has he asked you to Churchill Downs?”

“To what –?” Tom furrows his brows, sensing something he probably does not want to know, yet still he asks, as he looks at Lukas through their reflections. “The racetrack?”

“It’s racing season soon,” Lukas continues, bewilderingly, gesturing with a flat hand out toward the bay of windows. “I was hoping you’d buy a horse, so we could race.”

Tom stares in moments of disbelief. “No,” he says, having some difficulty keeping his voice lower than a bark while he shakes his head. “No one needs a horse, Lukas, least of all me. Or him. Or you.”

“Problem, gentlemen?”

Tom looks over his shoulder to find Levi towering over them and peering into the conversation with a curious lean. He’s really been looking into the packet, by the creases in the paper, which is now curled against his fingers, and it’s almost a disappointment.

“How do you feel about racing horses, Levi?” Lukas asks, turning on a heel with a sharp jut of his chin.

“They’re an investment, with the right one,” Levi says, slowly, a bemused expression building across his face.

Lukas tilts his head to look at Tom. “I am attempting to… entice Tom’s partner to buy one,” he says, in a rare show of tact, “But Tom can’t see the value.”

Tom narrows his eyes at Lukas’ pointed brow raise, then looks over to Levi with a tense laugh. “It’s not quite my thing.”

“Ah,” Levi intones, then shrugs with an uncanny press of his mouth and a flappy-handed shrug. “Happy spouse, happy house?”

Tom raises his brows back, forcing a grin. “We’ll see.”

“I’ve sent him a reminder,” Lukas says, looking up, as he swipes across his phone.

“I’m not buying any sort of million dollars on four legs,” Tom says, trying to keep his voice somewhat friendly from where he stands between the observing secret king-father and his actual paycheck signer. “Let alone one that someone else rides.”

“I do regret bringing it up, now,” Lukas says, looking over to Levi, clicking his tongue while slowly cocking his head. “If he had asked on his own, Tom would’ve barely questioned it.”

“Not true,” Tom says, glancing down and pulling out his phone, as he feels a buzz at his hip.

10:34am Do you have any thoughts about like horse sports?>>

“Jesus Christ,” Tom mutters, reaching up and pinching at the bridge of his nose. He shoves the phone back away, looking up at Levi with a forced smile. “I apologize, this meeting has gone so far off the rails, it’s in the station lobby.”

“It’s alright,” Levi says, offering a horribly familiar, awkward grin while his head cocks to the side. “Today is more greet, than meet.”

“Ah,” Lukas says, brows going up while he sets his phone to the side with a lengthy inhale. “Now I do see it.”

Levi furrows his brow into a bemused pinch.

Tom’s phone starts buzzing in his pocket, rescuing him from coming clean, and he looks down, absolutely unsurprised at the name across the screen. He takes a step away, backing out from between Lukas and Levi with a toothy smile. “Sorry, I have to –”

“Go ahead,” Lukas says, oddly urgent, rather than with his usual sarcastic dismissal in the presence of any sort of phone call.

Tom retreats a few more steps while sweeping to answer the phone. “Hello,” he says, cheerful, holding his face in a smile that he knows irritates Greg when on the phone. “I know you know I’m busy.”

“Do you like need an out?”

Tom stares at the seam of the windows for a beat, then huffs, “I’m not sure Odin would go for it.”

“He – uh, he texted me, so,” Greg says, as a bizarre waterfall sound travels through the speaker, then repeats, but somehow in the opposite – oh, it’s the damned slinky. “I think he feels, like… awkward?”

“Oh, does he?” Tom says, glancing against the reflections to catch Lukas smirking blandly up at Levi. “Aren’t you two just thick as thieves.”

“Tom…” Greg trails off, a familiar quiet, sighing edge to his voice.

Tom rolls his eyes hard. “You’re not getting a fucking horse. It is a living creature, not a toy.”

“Okay, but –”

“No,” Tom interrupts, pulling the phone from his ear to speak perhaps overly loud into the speaker, then immediately taps at the red icon.

10:40AM That was really rude :’(>>

“Other half calls?” Lukas says, superior enough to slap.

“He’s done with his meeting and we’ve got another scheduled,” Tom says, pretending to look at his watch with a sharp raise of an eyebrow. He shakes out his sleeve, looking up at Levi with a smile that stretches at his mouth like stiff putty. “If I could get the technicals of the current property, I could put together a… more tailored proposal to discuss a potential future for the resort? You can keep the offerings packet, of course, look it over in your own time. My email and number are – ” He leans forward to doublecheck, then nods like it was planned, reaching out and pointing at the bottom. “Yep, here on the footer.”

“Thank you for making time, Mr Wambsgans,” Levi says, dropping his head with a narrow-eyed peer to follow the gesture. “I hadn’t planned on dropping in so unannounced, but I passed they building and just had to stop.”

“Tom, please,” Tom says, holding out a hand, again, and offering a brief, barking laugh. “Anything for a king!”

“Yes, well,” Levi says, reaching out with a single, determined shake of Tom’s hand that’s just like the first one. “The annual GDP of Maritou is some less than Waystar, I’ve been told.”

“Hah,” Tom says, tightly, wondering exactly which of his ex-in-laws had said dropped that particular nugget: Logan, or Caroline, or perhaps a precocious Kendall? …It also could’ve just been Connor in a tactless moment.

~

“You’re not going to tell me more about him?” Tom asks, later that night, as he half-watches a Law and Order episode that probably came out while he was in Cornell. He peeks over to Greg, curled up with his tablet, and wets his lips, stretching to knee him in the thigh. “Greg, I’m dying. The curiosity here is like a gut wound.”

Greg shrugs, tightly, “I said we don’t talk.”

“Okay, and –”

“For real, Tom,” Greg interrupts, in an unfamiliar tone, not quite resentful, really, or even unhappy, but balancing at some edge between them, with a dash of weariness thrown in for flavor. “I had like an Instagram once, like in 2016, and he, like… He somehow came up as one of my recommended follows on it? So I deleted it.”

Tom raises then drops his brows.

“He’s just – he’s kind of like my mom, you know, but… but not in a good way, like a way worse way? My mom wasn’t great at like being my mom, but she… You know, she’s my friend. Even when she couldn’t be around, she always like… she called me. She – uh, she likes me as a person, I think?”

Tom slowly nods an awkward agreement. He never really knows what to do when Greg awkwardly talks around his mom being a bit unfit, and now here he is directly addressing it in some way that’s purely: hey, Tom, it was much worse than you thought.

“And I also, maybe –” Greg visibly swallows, as he keeps scrolling at the tablet. “I kind of just hate that I look like – so much like him.”

“Greg,” Tom sighs, feeling some guilt for being unable to get that thought out of his head the whole time he’d been in the office. It was pretty eye-opening, like a comforting portent, though he’s definitely going to hold off on the cracks about Greg’s prematurely greying hair for… a month or so longer. “Baby boy, you look like you. And if –” He briefly pauses, reluctant, “If you don’t want to work with him, I’ll pull in someone… Curtis, maybe.”

“It’s okay,” Greg says, tilting his head, still not looking over, which isn’t much of a sign that he’s being candid. “Kendall had to work with – uh, with Uncle Logan all the time.”

Tom feels his mouth flatten further, while he quirks a brow. “Not a great endorsement.”

“Hey,” Greg says, turning the screen toward Tom, showing a dapple grey posing smartly next to a track. His expression is one of determinedly changing the subject. “Look at this one – she’s called Cover Up.”

“No,” Tom says, reaching out and jabbing at the tablet until it’s turned back over. “Absolutely not.”

“But she’s really pretty,” Greg says, while his eyes widen to about an eleven on the pout scale. “And when she’s old, she can live at the ranch.”

Tom scoffs, lightly, “Over your grandad’s dead body.”

“Probably,” Greg says, tilting his head with another swipe at the screen. He coughs lightly, gradually losing any remnants of his earlier, anxious expression. “We should like still go to the track.”

Tom wonders with a start if Greg would actually crack open his own heart just to gain leeway on getting his way with this horse thing, and lands on a solid, somewhat fond: most likely. “That sounds a lot like: oh, I just want to look at the sad puppies at the ASPCA.”

“Hey, we could like – You could get an old one or something?” Greg says, looking up, again, face bizarrely lighting up at the idea of getting something that can’t race. “I forgot you’re like a rescue guy.”

Tom stares for a beat, irked to feel consideration enter his mind, like the word itself has inspired some mental rendition of Sarah Mclachlan to play between his ears. “…Stop trying to work me over on this.”

Greg uncurls tellingly on the sofa and Tom reflexively spreads his thighs to balance the approaching weight, as Greg crawls on top to straddle him. “You’re like so sweet, Tommy.”

Tom rolls his eyes to the ceiling, away from Greg trying to cuddle slash seduce him into submission. He’s going to pretend this is comfort for the earlier conversation, for his own peace of mind. “Greg.”

“You could make sure it lives the rest of its life like super good, instead of, like – as a pit pony.”

“It’s not working,” Tom says, feeling his tie slip off, peeking sideways while it’s thrown limp across the back of the sofa. “That’s not even a thing anymore.”

“You rescued Mondale,” Greg says, kissing heavy across Tom’s jaw with a low, warm hum. “You rescued me… Rescue a horse, next.”

“I did not rescue you, you are a prince with a quarter billion inheritance,” Tom says, wetting his lips, as his shirt collar pops open, and gives in to slide a hand across Greg’s lower back. “You tricked me into thinking I rescued you. You’re a cuckoo.”

“It’s almost like a third now,” Greg says, earnest, leaning in and kissing at Tom’s neck, then rubbing at the spot with the backs of his knuckles.

Tom snorts loudly, then breaks into an outright laugh that seems to do little to deter Greg’s evident quest to find the perfect place for a hickey. “So wait a couple years and buy this thing yourself.”

Greg pouts palpably into Tom’s throat. “Tom.”

[strangelysamantha]

hi can i request a blurb or a whole imagine where jj rlly likes reader but she’s a kook and his friends don’t like her that much, 💗 thank u

hatred runs out ❀

jj maybank x kook!reader.

warnings: swearing, hateful feelings, that’s all.

words: 2,015.

summary: you are a kook, you were trying to befriend the pogues as they made you happier than you had been in months. the only downside, none of them were quite welcoming, besides jj.

request? yes!

a/n: my ask box is open, send away! i’m working on multiple imagines that should come later! like and comment if you enjoy this. thanks for the request! <3

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“she’s a kook jj, i mean, you aren’t seriously crushing on her? are you?” john b looked up at jj, and frowned when he saw he wasn’t laughing. “john b, i don’t know what it is man, but she’s different. i just know it.” john b cackled, “she’s not different. she’s a kook, i mean come on… she hangs out with topper. that says enough.” jj rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. “you just don’t like her because she associates with sarah’s ex.” he shakes his head. “no, that’s not the reason jj. your mind is just fogged up, because you clearly aren’t thinking straight.” jjs anger was boiling up, and before he did something he would regret, he decided to just walk off.

jj stormed away. he continued walking despite john bs attempt of calling out to him to stop. he was trying to clear his mind, he genuinely liked you, so much that he felt the need to tell john b. jj wouldn’t usually be this upset, but when john b of all people disapproves because you are a kook, when the girl he is dating is sarah, it angers him. after ten minutes of air, and chilling out, he returns to john bs house.

once inside he sees you and kie. he was completely caught off guard. “oh? you’re here.” jj spoke to you, causing you to look up. “hey jj. yeah, i decided to stop by before my shift. do you want to join us? we’re playing uno.” your smile immediately lifts a smile to jj's face. “sure i’ll play some uno.” he approaches the table, and you deal him seven cards.

kie was the only one who semi liked you. obviously she wasn't ecstatic about you, but she was open to tolerating you. as time went on, she started to enjoy your company, she realized you weren’t that bad, and despite being a kook, the two of you related on many things.

“first card is a yellow two. jj can go first.” you stare at him, waiting patiently for his move. his heart was beating fast, as he tried to pick a card. as he placed a yellow seven, john b walked in. “why is she here?” you didn’t miss the sharp tone that lingered in john bs voice. “oh, i decided to stop by. i’m sorry, i should have asked.” you stand up, reaching for your jacket. “that’s right. you should have asked. you can’t just show up to someone’s house randomly. it’s weird.” you frown, not realizing until now that he didn’t trust you enough to even be considered an acquaintance.

“she’s welcomed here whenever she wants to be, john b.” jj spoke up for you. kie backing him up by softly saying yeah. “no. she’s not. it’s my house jj, and i don’t appreciate you inviting random kook strangers over. she’s not a pogue. she’s not like us. meaning; she’s not welcomed here.” you frown at his words. you quickly feel out of place and you rush to the door, pulling your shoes on. “i’m going to go.” you spoke up, grabbing your purse. “good. see you!” john b exclaimed, watching you walk out the front door and down the steps.

“what the fuck bro?” jj stared at john b waiting for an explanation. “what?” jjs eyes narrowed on his, he couldn’t be serious could he? “why do you always do that shit bro? i mean honestly. what makes her any different from sarah?” john b shakes his head. “don’t even compare them. they aren't similar.”

jj scoffs, “oh they’re not?” jj begins to expose the similarities but john b shuts it down immediately. “jj i’m not going to explain myself to you anymore. i don’t like her, and i don’t want her over here.” jj groans in frustration. “if only you got to know her man, then you’d know how amazing she is. i mean ask kie. kie thought she was annoying at first and now they can be in the same room without being in a yelling match.” kie nodded, listening in but staying mostly silent.

“fine. the only reason i’m agreeing is because you hate kooks too, which means you might be right. about her.” john b sighs, giving up. “thank you. please, even if you decide you still don’t like her, please just consider getting to know her.” he pleads, “i already said i will.” john b rolled his eyes, jj smiles, “okay. we should invite her to hang out with us after pope gets off work.” they all nod in agreement, planning something so they could see if they wanted you to join their party.

the pogues had planned on inviting you to the wreck, and then to a mini trip on the hms pogue, for a boat ride. you were ecstatic, excited that they wanted to actually hang out with you. you think hard, trying to find a perfect outfit. you didn’t want to overdress, or underdress, and you didn’t want to look bad. after deciding on a simple outfit and swimsuit, you head to the wreck.

you see the group in the back corner. when you walk inside, jj is the first to spot you. a smile spreads to his lips, as he waves you over to join them. you sit down by john b, jj sitting on the other side of you. “hey.” you say shyly, not entirely sure if this whole thing was a set up. you were hopeful it wasn’t, but you could never be too sure.

“hey, thanks for coming.” pope said. you smile brightly at him, “thanks for inviting me.” pope nods. your stomach was hurting by how nervous you were. jj made small talk with you, as you guys were waiting for kiara. you weren’t entirely sure what they were planning, you were just glad to be a part of it.

“alright guys. here’s the scraps.” kiara walked to your table, setting down a bowl of fries, and then a plaster of burgers. you smile softly, jj and john b immediately grabbing the food. you wait, not entirely hungry since you ate before you left. jj offered you a bite of his burger, “oh thanks!” you laugh slightly as you bite from where he had bitten, enjoying the taste, “hey you actually have mustard right there.” you smiled as you spread mustard on jj’s face. you couldn’t help the giggles erupting from you, as jj’s mouth opened wide in shock. “oh really? well you seem to have some ketchup-” his finger rubbed ketchup on your cheek. “all over…” he gestured to your face. “hey! give me a napkin.” you ask for a napkin and jj laughs. “no.” you immediately look over to pope, giving him a smile. “may i have a napkin?” you ask. he smiles, “sorry jay.” he hands you a napkin and you wipe the ketchup off your face.

“thank you pope. i like you. unlike some people at this table…” you look at jj and he’s just smiling like a maniac. pope laughs. “glad that you think so highly of me just because i handed you a napkin.” you nod, eating a french fry before glancing at john b. he was awfully quiet. “john b?” you question. he looks up at you. “yes?” annoyance already rolling off his tongue. “are you okay?” he rolled his eyes. “yes. even if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t confide in you about it.” you frown.

you wait a second, trying to think of how to lighten the mood. “you know what we need to do?” you look from pope to jj, to finally john b, poking at his arm. “what?” john b looks up at you. you tap jj’s stomach, indicating to him to stand up. he stands up, making room for you to be able to move out of the booth. you poke john bs side. “we need to dance.” you grab john b's hand, doing anything possible to lighten his mood. his frown was still hung on his lips. he hesitated and followed you to the middle of the restaurant. jj and pope stay back at the booth.

you lean over the counter, asking kie to play a song she knows john b would enjoy. “john b. you just need to calm down, and relax. you just need to dance like nobody's watching.” he stares at you, shocked. “it’s okay. i’ll do it with you.” his favorite song started playing, and you began to awkwardly dance. he laughed at your ridiculous moves. he held back from joining in, he didn’t want you to win. you began to break out dancing, and he can’t help but laugh. you look up as someone enters the restaurant. a smile flies to your face. “sarah!!!” she runs up to you.

“hey!!! i didn’t know you guys would be here.” you smile, still swaying slightly to the music. “sarah i would have definitely invited you if i knew you were free.” she nodded at your words. “all good girly, we still good for monday?” you smile, “of course.” john b stared, confused by this whole interaction. not only did you know sarah, you were actually friends with her. you had plans to hang out with her. maybe he was wrong, maybe jj was the one who was right. maybe, you actually were similar to sarah.

“do you want to join us?” you ask, sarah grabbed your hand spinning you around before breaking out in a fit of laughter. “stay another minute here with you losers… i’ll pass.” you jokingly act offended, “hey!” she shakes her head. “only kidding. i definitely would, but my dad wants me home. he claims he has a fun night planned but it’ll probably just consist of watching a movie and eating from here.” you nod. “well have fun with that.” you spoke, she smiles, “you know i always do.” you roll your eyes at her joke, she walks away grabbing her to go food before she disappears from the restaurant. “hey i’m gonna go take a sip of water.” you move back to the booth, jj refusing to move so you end up sitting on his lap. you sip water as you catch your breath from dancing.

john b heads straight to kiara. “how long have they been friends?” he asked abruptly. “her and sarah?” kie questions, pointing at you. he nods, “yeah.” kiara laughs, “they’ve been buddies for years. they didn’t get super close until a month or two ago.” he nods at her words. he was still shocked. he looked back at the booth, seeing you sat on jjs lap, his hands held firmly around your waist. you were speaking to pope, and he actually looked interested in what you were saying.

john b had just realized that he had the wrong idea of who you were. whether sarah made him realize that or not, he definitely didn’t want to hold a grudge with you, especially if sarah was your friend. john b walked back to the table, his attention on you. kiara had followed swiftly behind him. “let’s raise a toast.” the group was confused but they lifted their cups of water anyway. “to the newest member of our club.” his glass pointed in your way, his cup clashing with yours. you smile. john b was the only one you were worried about, and now he was saying he welcomes you.

the group cheers as you smile brightly. “thank you guys! i’m so excited for our future adventures.” you drink from your glass. the group waited for kiara’s shift to end before taking the hms pogue for a ride. you were sat by jj, pope to your left. kiara and john b talking as they directed the boat.

“well, welcome. you made it.” pope smiles, laughing slightly. “i did, isn’t that crazy. john b hated me like 6 hours ago.” jj laughs, “classic john b for you.” you nod at his words. pope, jj, john b, kiara, and you, talked all night, watching the stars as you guys got closer. it was so much fun, and today’s events allowed you to become a permanent group member.

<3

[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[etherealino]

fake dating, skz.

ot8 scenario.

content/warning(s): fake dating au, just small scenarios. some are idolverse, some aren’t. swearing, hating on jype, nagging mother. tell me if i missed something!

note: i might do full length fics for each babies. what do u guys think?

chan. —

the one where he’s being pestered by his best friend to bring a plus one to his best friend’s wedding and it can’t be a random person but someone he’s actually dating.

minho looks at chan who just whines. “please?” minho says which is unusually gentle than his nagging teasing tone. “it’s been years and i think it’s time for you to finally go back to dating.”

“i will bring someone, i promise.” chan says, smiling lightly. minho could be annoying about this whole dating thing but he knows minho just wants him to be as happy as he was before.

“not just anyone?” minho says and chan nods. “someone you’re dating.”

chan looks up, eyes widening and minho frowns. what the hell does he do? chan knows how determined minho is, he won’t stop. “hyung, jeongin’s on the verge of asking his girlfriend of marrying him and—”

“y/n.” chan cuts him off with the first name that pops in his mind causing minho to raises his eyebrow. “i’m bringing y/n.”

“i said someone you’re—” minho cuts himself off, looking at chan with his eyes widening. he looks behind, seeing you having a conversation with his fiancé probably helping her with something on the wedding as she is showing you a sample from the magazine. minho looks back to chan who looks at him nervously. “hyung?”

“two weeks.” chan lies.

“why didn’t you tell me before?” minho asks and chan shrugs.

“i.. wanted to be sure.” chan says, seeing minho’s shock expression not going away and is probably not going away anytime so soon. “but now, i’m sure.”

“then, i’ll tell my girl that y/n will sit with you.” minho says and chan nods, mumbling a thanks. when minho’s fiancé pulls away from you to go to minho, chan immediately goes to you to explain the mess he has dragged you into.

oh, how frustrated you are going to be. chan could already see it.

minho. —

the one where you two are roommates and he can’t help but overhear how your mother would always bug you about not having a boyfriend among other things, so he decides to just save your ass because deep down you’re one of the few people in his list who he would do everything for.

throughout dinner, all minho has ever heard how your mom would pick on the littlest things that you would do and not do. minho was starting to get irritated because clearly, your mother doesn’t know how much of an amazing person you are (but of course, he’d rather go to jail than let you know that). 

as minho cleans on the table, you are still by the door with your mom.

“i didn’t want to bring this up earlier right in front of your roommate because it would be humiliating,” your mother says and minho rolls his eyes. as if she hasn’t humiliated you the whole night. “but do you ever plan on having a boyfriend?”

“mom, i just graduated college. i have a lot of things to focus on, i don’t have the time—”

“well, do it faster. no one is available forever.” 

that was it. minho couldn’t hold it any longer. he just wants your mom to stop and let her know how unbelievably amazing you are. as he puts the table rug down, he loudly says, “my love, can you help me?”

you turn your head to him, looking at him and minho doesn’t do anything but shrug. “y/n, love,” he calls again, walking to you and acting as if he was surprised to see your mother is still there on the doorway. “mrs. y/l/n, i’m sorry. i thought you went off already.”

“are you two together?” your mom slowly asks and your jaw drops, minho placing his hands on your shoulders. “why didn’t you tell me?” she asks and you look at minho.

“we decided to keep it between the two of us for now.” minho says and you let out a noise, eyes widening at minho as you pull away from his hold.

“you could have just told me, you silly girl.” your mom says and you look at her. “alright, i’ll be going. you help your boyfriend with the cleaning. remember the things i told you and bring minho by the house when there’s a gathering if he’s allowed to.”

you blink. “o-okay.” you stutter, leaning forward to kiss your mom on the cheek. minho does the same and your mom smiles. “take care, ma.”

“stay safe, mrs. y/l/n.” minho says and she nods, thanking the two of you as she walks to the elevator. you shut the door, glaring at minho. damn, this is going to be a long night of scolding.

changbin. —

the one where people think he’s dating an idol and keep insisting that that person is the inspiration behind his songs but in order to not drag that other idol into the mess, he drops the name of his non-idol best friend that nobody’s ever heard of.

changbin jumps when he hears the door of his room barge open and he sees you glaring down at him. “what. the. hell?” you grit your teeth, fuming at your best friend as you glare at him. changbin whines, knowing how fucked up did he do about the whole situation.

sure, he was thinking about the other idol who he never has exchanged at least one word with but he never though about his best friend. he was.. caught up in the moment.

“y/n, i’m really sorry. i didn’t think this would bring so much chaos.”

“you think?!” 

changbin whines. he may be all buff and strong and one of the most feared in stray kids but when it comes to you, he’ll fold even before you come at him. “y/n, i’m so sorry. i wasn’t thinking. plus, you’re profession is different from us they wouldn’t just..” changbin trails off when he sees you tapping your foot impatiently. right, dispatch could be a big bitch.

“y/n,” changbin calls, standing up from his bed and walking forward to place his hands on your shoulders. “just please, go along with it? just for a few months, i promise. i wil protect you from the reporters, i swear. just.. do this favor for me, please.”

you sigh, brushing your fingers through your hair. you wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him in and changbin returns the hug. “fine.” you say and changbin sigh in relief. “also, go take a bath. you stink.”

changbin laughs, kissing your temple.

hyunjin. —

the one where the company is being a huge pain in the ass by telling the two of you to pull a public stunt which is fake dating one another.

“what?” you and hyunjin said in unison. you looked at your manager in disbelief who just shrugs, shaking her head in disagreement as she turns away with a sigh.

“just for a couple of months.” the staff says in a gentle, manipulative tone. “just to get the heat off of the company.”

hyunnjin brushes his hand through his long locks, hiding his frustration even though he knows you feel the same just as he does. you sigh, putting your forehead on your palm as you close your eyes.

“it will help you with your upcoming comeback.” the staff says to you and you visibly scoff, causing your manager to lightly nudge you behind. you groan, looking away. “it will also help you with the votings and streamings.” the staff tells hyunjin and he only looks down, playing with his fingers.

silence takes over, everyone feeling your and hyunjin’s anger to the staff. but after a few minutes, hyunjin speaks up. “how many months?”

silence takes over again and you look at the woman in front of you who sighs. “12 months.” she sheepishly smiles.

“that’s a whole ass year.” you say and she smiles.

“we’ll send dispatch something tomorrow. so just be ready.” she says. “you’re dismissed.” the moment those two words left her lips, you and hyunjin immediately rose up to exit the office. when your manager closes the door, you went straight to the wall, covering your face with your hands as you lean against the wall with a groan leaving your lips.

you feel a hand on your shoulder and you look up to see the tall long haired boy. “hey.” you greet and hyunjin chuckles.

“we’ll get through this.” hyunjin encourages and you smile, holding your fist out.

“yeah, we will.” you said and hyunjin looked at your fist, blinking then back to your eyes.

“i’m going to be your boyfriend tomorrow and you’re giving me a fist bump?” hyunjin deadpans and you laugh, lightly pushing him as he laughs loudly.

jisung. —

the one where he’s your best friend and someone takes a liking on you but you’re too soft to reject someone so you randomly ask jisung to be your fake boyfriend.

“what do you want?” jisung says and you pout lightly, looking into his eyes.

“ji..” you softly call and jisung crosses his arms over his chest. “i think.. changbin’s going to confess tomorrow.”

“and?”

“i need you to swoop in and tell him we’re dating.” you say as you play on chips of his door. jisung’s eyes widen, laughing lightly as he blinks.

“come again?” jisung says and you whine, looking at him. “no!”

“why not?” you ask.

“just say you like me instead of pulling this stunt!” jisung says.

“hey, i don’t!” you say, scrunching your nose as you look down. “i just really don’t want to confront changbin about it and you know me. i’d just end up saying yes and—”

“it’s okay to say no.” jisung says but you only pout looking at him. jisung pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “y/n, i swear to god—”

“free cheesecakes as long as this goes on.”

“—you’re the bestest friend ever.”

felix. —

the one where you’ve been wanting to experience what’s it like to have a boyfriend so felix being the best friend, he lets you have the experience you deserve once you have an actual boyfriend. (got it from here.)

“lix,” you called and felix turns to you with a smile on his face. “i’m kind, right?”

“yeah,” felix answered. you truly are. whenever felix is in need of your help, you would always be there. and by always, i mean even if you’re about to do something for yourself, you’d put felix first.

“i’m not that dumb, right?” you ask.

“you’re actually really smart, y/n.” felix answers. you are. felix would always ask for your help when he’s having trouble with some subjects. and everytime you two would get into talking and there’s a test that’s to be taken by that day, felix knows you didn’t study. you never study. but how the hell do you still get high scores?

“i’m not that ugly, right?” you asked.

felix looks at you weirdly, eyebrows scrunched together as he shakes his head ‘no’. “everyone finds you extremely attractive, y/n. your beauty is simple, unlike the others.” felix says and you blush lightly, but still you want to continue with your drama.

“then why don’t i have a boyfriend?” you asked and felix just chuckles at you, continuing on doing his work. “hey,” you said with a pout. “i’m serious.”

felix softly smiles at you and places the slate and marker on his chair. “i’ll be your boyfriend,” felix answers and leans in to place a kiss on your forehead. your eyes widens, but felix continues to move as if nothing happened.

still with the soft smile on his face, felix grabs the slate and goes outside to seungmin.

seungmin. —

the one where you both decide to fake date for the sake of the annual movie fest happening in your university and the genre assigned to you is romance but seungmin, the director and you, the scriptwriter have no experience in that area which makes it hard for the two of you to bring it to life.

you softly sigh, rereading jisung’s text over and over again. seungmin gazes at you, noticing the expression that he was unable to decipher. “what did jisung say this time?” he asks and you look at him, turning the phone screen to him. seungmin reads the test and he leans on his seat, not removing his eyes on the text.

well, it’s not bad actually.

“what do you think?” seungmin asks and you shrug, softly sighing.

“it’s not a bad idea.” you softly say. “are you alright with it?”

“well, it is a good idea and we could work on it together.” seungmin says and you nod. “so, we’re doing this?”

“i guess?” you say, a bit unsure of it. you look at your wrist watch, seeing the time making you fix your things. “i have class in a few minutes, seung.”

seungmin nods, standing up as he helps you. when you sling your bag on your shoulder, he takes your laptop bag putting it on his shoulder and grabs your books as well. “what are you doing?” you ask.

“what kind of boyfriend lets his girlfriend go to class alone and on top of it, with so much bag as if she’s going to run away from home?” seungmin deadpans and you look at him.

“oh, we start now?” you mumble.

“we only have four weeks to pass the script.” seungmin says and you chuckle, nodding with a sigh.

“gosh, you need to be my boyfriend to help me with carrying my stuff.” you mumble and seungmin looks at you, pulling his tongue out.

jisung: this maybe stupid but also makes sense

jisung: date each other even just until you passed the script

jisung: just so you know what to do and stuff

jisung: just don’t fall in love

jisung: but if you do, please mention me in your wedding vows and speeches

jeongin. —

the one where he thought it would be a good idea to get his fangirls off his back by telling them he’s dating you in secret.

jeongin knocks into your apartment, giving you his charming cute smile. you raise your eyebrow, lightly chucking. “what’s up, yang?” you say, looking at him. jeongin gestures with his hands to go inside your apartment and you open your door wide to let him in.

“you know how were the bestest of friends?” jeongin asks, looking at you with his smile that not even a second did it fade.

you look at him. “no, not really.” you deadpan and jeongin sighs, frowning as he looks at you. “what do you need?”

“remember when you mentioned about the girls in uni going crazy about me?” jeongin says and you nod. “i kind of told them that i was dating someone in secret.” jeongin told you and you nod.

“you are?” you ask and jeongin shakes his head. “so you lied just to get them off your back?” you asked and jeongin nodded. “okay, so?”

“they wouldn’t let me go until i tell them who it is.” jeongin said and you nodded. jeongin just stares at you and you raise your eyebrow, not getting where the conversation is going. jeongin slowly tilts his head, staring at you and your eyes widen, hitting his arm. 

“you told them it was me?!” you exclaimed.

jeongin blinks at you. “ow?” he says and you groan.

“jeongin!”

“i know it wasn’t the smartest decision—”

“the smartest?” you repeat with emphasis because it wasn’t even smarter, it wasn’t smart. it was the dumbest. ever. “jeongin, those girls are oing to—”

“i’ll give you hyunjin hyung’s number after all of this is over.” jeongin cuts you off and you look at him. “it was obvious. he’s just... dense as fuck.”

you sigh, “you pick me up tomorrow at 7.”

“thank you, y/n!” he exclaims, hugging you as he presses your body against his. “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“alright, go home.” you say and jeongin laughs, pulling away from you. jeongin giggles, kissing your cheek as he exits your apartment to go home.

make me do it a full length au thanks. lmAO SDHBJHS,, im going to !! tell me if u want to be tagged <3

[jiminrings]

what if....just WHaT iF senior y/n started to prepare lunch boxes again?? and shy stem koo is all giddy and happy to see them placed on his desk (gahhh idk if that’s a good idea or if it makes sense at all) as always, thank u so much for writing for us!!

omg ok... can we see when y/n starts to leave “his” lunchboxes again??? 😄

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo loses in a competition but he wins at the end of the day (kind of)

the universe is out to get jungkook

there's a hit list and he is the only person that comprises the entirety of it

the world is his oyster and it offers him nothing but Ls

he has a guardian angel but the only thing it guarantees is his downfall!!!!

“in 5th place, we have jeon jungkook!”

holy fUCK does he hate any ordinal rank that isn’t the first when it’s next to his name

god his face is being shown in the digital monitor and his eyes are quivering behind his glasses

maybe it’s just him but perhaps everyone in the auditorium could see how fRUSTRATED he is

his pupils keep dancing and he has a curt smile on and it’s physically a pain for him to go up the stage and claim his flimsy little piece of paper

jungkook clearly did not expect to go up on stage this early in time and certainly did not expect to be in fifth place ://

second is beyond embarrassing, third’s actually not that bad, fourth is an odd rank and always unnoticed, but fifth however is just plain-out gAG

the rank makes him shudder as if getting a consolation 2nd rank isn’t bad enough and they STILL decided to have the awards go up to fifth place

“in 4th place, park jimin– come right up!”

://

... naur

hold on a second

there is nO fucking way

don’t get him wrong!!! jimin is one of his closest friends but holy fuck this has gOT to be a punch in gut for jungkook

if he has to be very critical in an academic standpoint,,,

as in annoyingly critical

jimin’s more of a so-so alright :// he just randomly decided to shift to stem because he was getting bored of business!!! IT WAS NEVER HIS FIRST OPTION

he isn’t in much stem clubs like jungkook, doesn’t study as much as he does, always rests and goes out on weekends and takes breaks in between studying, not spending every moment trying to improve himself unlike him.....

u-uh which is normal

bUT JUNGKOOK FEELS LIKE JIMIN ISN’T ON HIS LEVEL

AND NEITHER SHOULD HE BE HIGHER

god does that sound problematic

the fact that jimin is surprised too helps ease the guilt that kook experiences tho

“really? shit, i just guessed half of the answers to the questionnaire LMAOOOOOOO”

...

.....

that’s it.

the world is out to get jungkook

he doesn’t necessarily take his anger out on people because he represses it all but he’s noticeably dull the whole day

and the day after that of course because he pours effort into everything!! and that includes sulking

“you’re worrying about that brat again,” yoongi says through his chewing, savoring every bit of the fish and chips you’ve made him, “the same brat who looked like he was gonna deck me, his senior, on the spot for eating from his lunchbox — which i’m also doing now!!”

he still isn’t over it alright

tbh yoongi kinda admires the kid because he’s smart and all that

and you also like him and he can kinda see why

BUT NOOOOO HE JUST HAD TO DO THAT ://

“i don’t care for him,” you scoff through the same chips you made yourself, wiping the residual oil on yoongi’s denim pants, “i’m just curious.”

“you don’t know?”

sheesh when did yoongi DO all the knowing

“he lost in this stem competition; something like that. anyways, it was our school’s turn to host it and he was one of our two representatives and yeah.... he’s fifth place.”

“he is????”

yoongi nods at your barely-concealed shock, “jimin ranked fourth.”

didn’t you just do a drinking tequila until you have a completely normal resting face competition last nIGHT?!???

:O

you feel sorry for jungkook :((

so much sorry and awed at the same time that you’d sell a lung to see him break into a smile from a corny ifunny.co science joke atleast once

“i have two rest periods in a row, right?” you ask yoongs while you try to gather your things to put them back in your backpack as calmly as possible, eyes not breaking character

“why do you assume that i’d know your schedule?” he grimaces at the concept of being thoughtful to his closest friend, “you have three rest periods in a row.”

“good. i’m just gonna get something back from the dorm.”

that something just had to be a fresh batch of newly-made fish and chips, tucked neatly into his electric lunchbox

jungkook’s about to call it a day because the three-hour lecture he used to find engaging is strenous, about to exit the room with his shoulders sagged when-

isn’t that his lunchbox?

it’s laid on the mini desk next to the exit, the all-too-familiar sticky note with the doodle and his name being stuck on — something he’s dearly missed

you did a good job, jungkook :)

jungkook feels dizzy to hold the lunchbox back in his hands, opening up to see if it tRULY is the deal and it’s with giddiness that he finds that his meal’s still warm

yeah

it’s okay

it’s more than okay

jungkook won this time :)

[elysianslove]

Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing 

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot 

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out 

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation 

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all 

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3 

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.” 

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking 

like

ever 

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate 

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone 

his texts give you butterflies 

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long? 

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly 

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps 

anyways before this becomes v nsfw 

you two catch up like u had met yesterday 

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home 

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided 

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved 

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3 

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily 

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself 

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter” 

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things 

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends??? 

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa 

or makes him uncomfortable 

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3 

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace 

zero pda at the start of the relationship 

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team 

but slowly he warms up 

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips 

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers 

if anything you believe in them even more 

now you watch more diligently during practice 

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best) 

walks home with you are so much more serene 

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways 

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession 

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa 

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe 

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay 

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other 

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances 

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too 

at first he was like stop copying me 😾 

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost 

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ” 

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!! 

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless 

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !! 

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him 

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club 

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays 

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease 

now you’ve never seen toru play properly 

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one? 

never 

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school) 

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time 

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus 

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao 

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything 

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃” 

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just 

so amazed 

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend 

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there 

also love, love, loves lazy days with you 

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch 

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do 

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down 

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs 

a l l songs 

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up 

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random 

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ????? 

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just 

“you’re my lucky charm” 

when he wins 

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever 

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you 

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not” 

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3 

anyways 

yes 

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games 

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend 

im frothing 

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something 

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend 

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot 

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3 

so he was so flirty 

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of 

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly 

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often 

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him 

going out with him is super fun 

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man ! 

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay 

so you wanted to make the most out of everything 

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural 

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest 

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural? 

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable 

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching 

and then it kinda goes really silent

but 

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are 

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.” 

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.” 

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official 

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent 

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier 

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world 

and maybe you saw it coming 

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss 

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

[yourmcu]

Mesmerized

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Request:

@lostaurorax​ said:

hii!! i love ur writing i was wondering if u could write a natasha x reader fic were reader is part of the guardians of the galaxy and they come to the compound and natasha is just starstruck but reader plays kinda hard to get and then just a bunch of fluff !

Word count: 1,388

A/n: sorry it took a while! I really hope this turned out ok I’m so nervous lmfaosdkdk

Warnings: none

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Natasha’s outside the compound by the landing zone, taking light sips on her beer occasionally. The Avengers are having some sort of gathering or low-key party inside to celebrate their victory against Thanos a while back.

They never really had time to gather everybody just after the battle, but Tony contacted everybody for this special night. Natasha just wants to take a break from the games and conversations for a minute.

Speaking of conversations, she rolls her eyes at the thought about something Steve said. Because the tables have turned; if she was the one bugging Steve to date a few years back, he's now bombarding her with names of single people they knew, one of them being Bucky.

“He wouldn’t mind going out to dinner with you sometime.” Steve suggested. But Natasha knows the Winter Soldier and herself are better off as friends.

Natasha gets up when after the guardian’s ship lands smoothly against the grass meters away from her. She moves a few strands of her hair from her face to get a clear view of Thor striding out of the ship as soon as the door opens, along with the other guardians.

“Ah, Romanoff!” The god of thunder grins, patting her on the back. She’s never seen him this happy. Probably because it's all thanks to him the whole universe was free from mad titans – at least for now. “How’s life? Oh, yes, I’d like to introduce you to my friends here… of course you already know rabbit, and tree…”

Greetings and hand shaking fills the friendly atmosphere for a moment. Then you finally catch up with them, nudging Thor’s side and thrusting the large barrel of Asgardian ale into his arms.

“You must be the Black Widow,” you breathe out and offer a warm smile to the redhead, your hand outstretches. “Thor’s told me awesome stories about you guys. Y/N, by the way.”

Natasha nods, slightly breathless like you are but because of... well, you. She returns a smile and introduces herself as well.

“Everything’s pretty tech-y now, s’mazing.” You muse, entering the compound side by side with Natasha. The rest are walking in front of you, chatting among themselves. “I missed this planet.”

She glances sideways at you, “when’s your last visit?”

You chuckle. “I honestly don’t remember when but, it was a brief visit to my hometown and everything looked old fashioned, I think these huge compact disks were all the rage that time, vines- no, not vines-“

“Vinyl records?” Natasha raises an eyebrow, smiling. You laugh, which she finds adorable, and nod. “You and Quill are related, then?” She proceeds to ask since you look like a normal human, no antennas or any odd space stuff you could’ve inherited.

“Oh, no, we’re both half human though,” you shrug. “What about you? Tell me about yourself.”

She hesitates to tell a bit of her story at first but you seem nice and - accepting, like you’d never judge her. But she does leave out a few parts for another conversation.

Natasha retreats over to Steve who is behind the bar counter when you receive a big hug from Peter and Tony greets you with a “How’s it going, fireball?” and a pat on the back. She figures you want to meet the others, so she sits down across the super soldier to steal glances at you from afar. 

“Finally, I was starting to think he wasn’t gonna show - hey!” Steve raises his champagne at Thor and he does the same gesture before hurrying after Bruce. “Is it just me or did Groot get taller?”

You're still joking around with Tony, pretending to hit the still-bandaged wound on his chest, Rhodey laughs along, then Wanda offers you a cocktail and you accept it, thanking her.

Steve’s now going on about Wakanda, also sharing the stories from T’Challa. Natasha’s barely listening but occasionally hum and nod.

“Nat, if you don’t close your mouth you’re going to drool.” He laughs lightheartedly, averting his gaze from her to you. “I guess we have a winner, then?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Natasha gets up to grab another beer from the cooler. Steve continues to laugh, having a stupid grin on his face. “Oh c’mon, what’s her name?”

Even saying your name she feels out of breath. There's no point in pretending she isn’t into you now. “This isn’t normal. I just met her tonight and I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

“You’re infatuated, it’s-”

“Hi,” you sit on a stool across from the two avengers, holding an open pack of marshmallows. Natasha lamely excuses herself to fetch a bottle opener. Steve straightens up and extends a hand which you take. “Nice to finally meet you, I’m-”

“Y/N.” Steve says. “Natasha’s been telling me about you.”

“I just thought you seemed nice,” she quickly recovers but her heart is still pounding.

You raise an eyebrow at her and giggle. “I’m flattered. You’re not so bad yourself, Natasha.” It’s true, you think she ‘seemed nice’ too. Sure she sounded so badass when Thor tells you stories but tonight she looks so cozy with her sweater and her hair braided to one side.

“Being surrounded with people like you guys is great but now I just feel like a party trick.” You take out a marshmallow while scanning the room (Steve is now playing pool with Sam, you notice, and you're alone with the redhead).

“What do you mean?”

You hold the marshmallow between your fingertips, igniting it out of nowhere for a second so it roasts just right, then pop it in your mouth. “Pretty useless, right?”

“Maybe if you only used it for something like that, but no,” Natasha smiles softly. “Fire conjuring, bit scary if you ask me. What if you randomly lit something up?”

“I was born with it. I remember having to wear gloves all the time as a child when I first set a houseplant to flames,” you both laugh. “I’m in full control of it now though.”

“S’that why Tony calls you ‘fireball’?”

You let out a laugh again. “Yeah. Or he might’ve forgot my actual name.”

“Y/N! I took the liberty of putting your stuff in the room you’ll be sleeping at.” Thor butts in, grinning from ear to ear, patting you on the head.

“Oh, right. Thanks buddy.”

“You’re welcome!”

Natasha turns to you, “you’re staying?” In her head she's coming up with ways on how to talk to you again once the party’s over and you return to space with the guardians. This just makes it a whole lot easier to get to know you even better.

“Yup, Thor is too. We both agreed on staying for a few weeks to catch up on stuff.” You reply. “I might actually turn in now, ‘think those cocktails are kicking in...”

“I’ll walk with you.” She says without giving it much thought but you nod and smile appreciatively.

“Perfect. It’s the guestroom beside your room.” Thor claps his hands together and walks away.

-----

“Can I ask you a question?”

You zip your bag and hum before looking up at her.

Natasha's leaning on your doorframe, hesitating. Is she going to fast? Is it too soon to ask? She fiddles with her hands, “do you have any plans tomorrow?”

This is fine. If you say yes or say no then decline her next question, she’ll just forget any of this happened.

“I don’t - well, I think Thor wanted to go out for breakfast but that’s it. Why?”

“Do you... maybe wanna go out?” Natasha asks silently, looking at anywhere but you. “To, you know, catch you up on some of the things you missed. Only if you want to, no pressure.”

But your eyes light up at her words. You kind of expected it, she was showing signs that she likes you all night. And you actually made the Black Widow nervous. “Natasha, I’d love to.”

“Oh,” she sighs in relief, feeling the beat of her heart return to a normal pace. “Well I’ll - I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You walk over to her and place a hand on her arm, then lean over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Good night.”

[risquewonu]

svt as things the male species have actually said to me

hello welcome to this shitpost on my new smut blog!! not all of these will be nsfw, but some are, sooo be warned kiddos! this isn’t for you!

and yes, these are real things men have said to me, sometimes even in bed. you’ve been warned.

seungcheol: “fuck i’m gonna choke you again, i love it when you shake like that”

I- PHEW

you can’t tell me cheol wouldn’t be into choking it’s written in stone

also he would love watching you shake, makes him feel powerful and shit

after he chokes you the first time he’d do it when you’re least expecting it just for your reaction

big dick man big dick cheol

jeonghan: “god you’re so cute when you’re mad”

i HATE when guys say this so yes 100% jeonghan would

i mean he’d genuinely think it’s cute but still

asshole

but would also lead to him trying to fuck the mad out of you

“why are you whining? i thought you were mad at me?” bitch

joshua: “i just don’t get why we can’t fuck in the on campus bathroom?”

WHY DO YOU THINK JOSHUA

joshua would be the type to just want a quickie in a bathroom

like no biggie, creampie next to the paper towel dispenser

but if you give it to him once he’s gonna expect it every few days or something

so just say no

junhui: “i’m not gonna lie you got me hard in my pants”

lmao

i dont think he’d say this to someone unless he was in a relationship but i just see him as someone who’s really sexually open?

like if you guys are together he’s not going to be shy about it

just come home like “yo i thought about your ass all day”

it’s kinda endearing tho ngl

soonyoung: “mmm i’m gonna eat this pussy like a mcchicken... imma call it a mcpussy”

yes.... yes a man really did say this to me. between my legs. during sex.

soonyoung would say this so seriously too

like mmm give me that value menu pussy

I’D KILL HIM

he’d prob still expect a blowjob afterwards too

wonwoo: “i’m gonna fuck you in the shower, in the kitchen, on this couch, next to the pool... i’m fucking you everywhere in this apartment.”

DONT GOTTA TELL ME TWICE SIR!

this is totally bc he wants you to randomly be making a sandwich one day and then get flashbacks of when he fucked you against the fridge

when you say something snarky to him in the living room he’d be like “you weren’t talking shit when i fucked you on that chair last week”

and if you were to move into together it’s his way of “breaking in the furniture”

also hes a dom so. he’d really like that shit

jihoon: “it doesn’t matter, in my head you were mine”

OHOHO SO I HAVE GOOD REASONING FOR THIS

we all know that predebut jihoon had 0 experience in relationships

and i think he’d say this in the context of like “i know we aren’t together but youre still mine”

which is wrong imo

but i think his lack of experience makes it a bit harder for him to be able to establish things like that

minghao: “wth... am I supposed to cuddle myself or?”

minghao sassy there i said it

ofc said with love

and because he misses you

he’s just kinda shy to be like “i really wish i could cuddle you rn :(”

so he’s passive aggressive with it lol

mingyu: “we don’t even have to fuck please just let me take you back to my room so i can eat you out please please please”

OKAY LISTEN MINGYU’S HORNY 24/7

also the guy who said this to me was so hot holy shit

but anyways, i see gyu as a desperate horny drunk too so if yall were at a party and he was getting excited u know

he’d just straight beg

he’s also a switch so the man is a whiny sub

seokmin: “i was talking about you to my mom! she asked what i was doing on valentine’s day and i said i wish i was spending it with you”

uh slow down there cowboy we’ve literally only been fucking for like 2 weeks

seokmin is the type to want to fuck with love behind it

so yeah, he gets attached

therefore u know if he’s fucking u u are his babie

also soft boi

seungkwan: “i love that since we’ve been together, i can’t remember what my life was like without you”

UGH ANOTHER SOFT BOI

sorry this one isnt really nsfw but i can really see seungkwan loving with his whole heart

like i think he’s the type of guy who wants his first love to be his last

once he knows a world with you in it he doesn’t want one without you

no worries tho i will be discussing sexy times with boo in other posts

vernon: “can you send me a pic of your tits i’m hard”

damn bitch can i get a please at least

but yeah vernon would say this lol

i think he’s a tits guy too

at least he asked though??

but he wouldn’t get mad if you said no

chan: “does me talking about you being tight get your 🐱 all 💦 ? it certainly gets my 🍆 all ‼️ for your 🍑 ”

GOD THIS BURNED MY EYES TO HAVE TO WRITE OUT

WE ALL KNOW CHAN WOULD SAY THIS WITH HIS WHOLE ASS CHEST AND BE 100000% SERIOUS ABOUT IT

he’d send this shit and be like “ahaha i’m so good at sexting”

will prob brag to vernon about it the next day about how wet he got you

you were eating chips while he sent it and it took u 10 minutes to reply bc you were so disappoijnted

[kaistarus]

Crush At First Sight

Pairing: Nishinoya X Reader

Words: 2K

Summary: Attending the boy's volleyball finals was a no brainer-you'd take any opportunity to ditch school. You didn't think you'd find yourself getting so attached to one of the players...

Notes: I don't believe that someone could watch Noya play and not instantly fall in love, so I did him right

Masterlist

The only time you’d heard about the boy’s volleyball team was when someone called them ‘flightless crows’ in the hallway, which you assumed was a bad thing. However, when your friends mentioned they were skipping class to apparently watch them play in the Spring finals you were all for attending.

You’d take any opportunity to ditch school-even if it was to watch some guys lose a volleyball game.

The stadium was more filled than you were expecting. As you slid through the crowd to find three open seats you realized perhaps this was a bigger deal than you’d anticipated. Once seated, Michimiya passed everyone noise makers she’d picked up from some guys near the stadium’s entrance. You tested the bright orange cone-shaped objects by lightly tapping them together.

“So, they must have really improved this year, huh?” You said as your eyes wandered around the packed stands, apparently you weren’t the only ones skipping school today.

“They got a new coach,” Michimiya said, bouncing lightly from nerves and anticipation, “and a lot of talented first years.”

“Not hard on the eyes either,” Aihara nudged your shoulder and gestured towards the team congregated on the sidelines around their coaches. You nodded slowly as you scanned the group, lingering on the unfortunate boy who got stuck with the orange jersey.

At least he could pull it off.

The teams took the court, their anticipation radiating into the audience and extending even to you as you clutched your noise makers tightly. After the whistle was blown, and the first serve made, the game of Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa officially began.

A few minutes into the match you found your gaze latching onto the guy in the orange jersey. Shiratorizawa was terrifying, especially the big guy with his powerful spikes. You winced the first time you saw it because you couldn’t imagine receiving something like that without breaking your arms, but the libero guy was doing it like it was nothing. He had adapted to the playstyle and for every ball that made your stomach drop he would appear from seemingly nowhere and make a save.

There was something about the way he could go from intensely focused on the court to relaxed on the sidelines within moments that had you mesmerized, as well. You couldn’t help the weird fullness in your chest as he guzzled down water and smiled goofily to some of his teammates after their first set as if the pressure wasn’t weighing on him.

“What are you so focused on?” Michimiya asked while bopping you on the head with her cone.

“Nothing,” you said as the boys began to take the court again, preparing for the next serve. “Hey, what was number four’s name?”

Aihara’s brow quirked. “Nishinoya, why?”

“I’m just wondering...” You said, subconsciously smiling when he slid and barely saved the ball with one hand. “He’s just pretty good is all.”

“Daichi said he’s their ‘Guardian Deity’,” Michimiya wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Boys are so dramatic.” Aihara scoffed.

You couldn’t argue that one.

As the sets continued you found yourself growing increasingly attached to Nishinoya: heart dropping if he missed a ball, swelling with pride anytime he made a play, and you’d even find your cheeks warming whenever you caught sight of him smiling to himself or a teammate. It was becoming embarrassing, truthfully, considering you’d never even talked to him.

“Alright, at least pretend you’re not obsessively staring at him.” Aihara nudged you playfully as the fourth set wrapped up and the boys were switching sides on the court.

“I’m not.”

Michimiya giggled, bopping you on the nose. “You geek out every time he touches the ball. It’s not hard to notice.”

“You’re one to talk. As if you haven’t been fangirling over Daichi.” Aihara leaned back, sighing dramatically. “I’m trapped between a pair of lovesick fools.”

“I don’t even know the guy,” you felt your cheeks warming. “Even if I did he probably wouldn’t be interested in--”

“Have you ever met Nishinoya before?” Aihara interrupted you. “Like, at school or in any context? Heard about him or talked to him… anything?”

You shook your head and they both started laughing lightly before Michimiya put a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

You tilted your head in confusion, but before you could form a retort the ref’s whistle signaled the start of the final set. Your grip on the noise makers were tight as both sides fought strongly, neither willing to lose a single point and give up their chance for nationals. It felt surreal when Karasuno pulled that final point. Everyone erupted into cheers as the three of you held onto each other, jumping and shouting, unable to contain your excitement while celebrating the boy’s well earned victory. Boys who were currently dogpiled in the center of the court while the third years had tears streaming down their faces in disbelief.

It was an honor to be a part of and you couldn’t have been prouder to have them representing your school. When they lined up in front of you and bowed to thank you all for your attendance you clutched your hands against your chests. They really earned the win.

You were pulled out of your randomly emotional train of thought by Aihara’s grip tugging you behind her as they shuffled out of the stands.

“Where are we going?” You asked when they left the gym opposite the stadium’s exit.

“We’re going to congratulate the guys!” Michimiya sent a smile over her shoulder and your heart accelerated to an unhealthy pace.

“I don’t know if I’m mentally prepared for that scenario,” you pointed toward the opposite end of the hall. “Maybe I should just meet you guys outside and-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Aihara began pushing you forward by your shoulders and you started to whine in protest. “You are strong and fearless and no boy shall knock you down.”

Michimiya giggled ahead of you where she remained completely useless in your time of need. You let Aihara guide you through groups of people finding their way toward the exit until you all spotted the boy’s team in their telling Karasuno volleyball club jackets.

You did a quick scan of everyone, but didn’t see the spiked hair you’d been observing for so long. You weren’t sure if it was relief or disappointment you felt.

“There he is,” Aihara gave you a squeeze, pointing near the far wall where Nishinoya was digging through his duffel bag on the ground, eyebrows furrowed and tongue stuck out adorably in concentration. Your heart started pounding at the sight of him so close. The bizarre realization that he was in fact a real person finally hit which made your palms sweaty.

“As it turns out. I have decided to denounce myself from boys and am going to live a life of celibacy.” You nodded confidently, trying to make a u-turn, but Aihara annoyingly spun you around.

“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes. “Just talk to him. I promise it will work out.” She patted your shoulder. “Trust me.”

You glared at her, mumbling insults under your breath as you slowly walked over to where Nishinoya continued to dig through his mess of a bag. You took a deep breath and decided your best move was to just deep dive straight into your doom. What could possibly go wrong?

“Uh, Nishinoya, right?”

He glanced at you briefly, looking you up and down before continuing to dig through his bag.“Yep, do need you help finding someone?” He triumphantly pulled out some IcyHot before pointing toward where the rest of his team lounged. “Most of the guys are over there.”

“I was actually hoping to talk to you.” You winced as you noticed the bruises that decorated his arms when he started to peel off his jacket.

“Why? Is something wrong? Do you have a message for me or something?”

“No… I just wanted to tell you how amazing I thought you were today.” You quickly glanced away in embarrassment when he finally looked up at you with wide-eyes. You dug your toe into the ground as you urged yourself to continue, “I was watching you and just thought you were really cool and--”

“Sorry,” he chuckled and put a hand up to stop you. “I was actually wearing the orange jersey. Number four.” He pointed to the others in the center of the hall again. “The guy you're looking for is probably over there.”

You blinked. “Nishinoya. Orange jersey. Number four. Libero. Guardian Deity or whatever.” Your embarrassment was dissolving into frustration. “Is that you?”

“Yeah?”

“Then I’m looking for you.”

He stared at his bag as his brain tried to process the situation you’d presented to him. Suddenly, his gaze whipped up at you. “Holy shit,” he pointed his finger at himself. “You’re talking to me.”

“Have been.��

He tensed and locked his eyes on the IcyHot he was currently trying to rub on his back. He quickly threw it near his bag and you felt another fond smile growing on your face. “I’m Nishinoya,” he said, extending his hand toward you before shoving it down to his side. “Wait, you know that. Shit, were you complimenting me? Did you just call me cool?”

“I did do that, yeah.”

His face turned a bright shade of red, “but you can’t do that it goes against all the rules.”

“What are you-”

“Look,” He pointed his finger between the two of you causing you to raise a brow. “I’m supposed to flirt with and compliment you, then you say something mean that hurts my feelings.” He smacked his shoes for finality. “It’s a strict formula.”

“What’s the formula for when I flirt with you then?” You asked, a sly smirk spreading across your lips. His shoulders went up to his ears and he stared at his hands longer than you felt necessary for such a simple question.

He looked up at you defeated. “I don’t know I’m bad at math.”

You covered your mouth to hold back the laugh trying to force its way out. He was just so cute though. “Well, so am I, but mutual flirting seems like a good solution. If you were an interested party that is.”

“I’m a very interested party…” He murmured under his breath while narrowing his eyes at you. “Did Tanaka put you up to this?”

“I don’t know who that is.”

He furrowed his brow in thought before pulling a flip phone out from his duffel and holding it out to you, “can I have your number?”

Your cheeks dusted pink as you created your contact under Nishinoya’s intense gaze. He hurriedly checked it’s existence when you returned the phone to him, staring at it skeptically while he cradled the phone in his hands.

“I promise it’s mine.” You reassured him and he embarrassingly snapped the phone closed.

“Okay,” he mumbled.

“(Y/N)!” Aihara yelled from where the rest of Karasuno’s team was grouped and not so subtly staring at you both. Your face slowly blossomed red and in your peripheral you saw Nishinoya flip off the ones waving at him. “We’re heading out. Are you done or do you need more time with your-”

“I’ll be right there.” You interrupted, glancing back to Nishinoya. “I’ll, uh, talk to you soon?”

He shot you a double thumbs up and you couldn’t stop from snorting at how adorable that was, especially when he started at them in shame. You waved a good-bye and narrowly dodged the small group already sprinting to Nishinoya while you weren’t even a few steps away.

Aihara wrapped an arm around your shoulder as your eyes lingered on boys rubbing Nishinoya’s head, bouncing around excitedly, or giving him suggestive looks. You felt your stomach rolling from embarrassment at all the attention he was receiving from such a small interaction.

“Ignore them. They’re just stupid boys.”

“I guess…”

“But one of them’s your stupid boy.” Michimiya said, poking you in the stomach. You swatted her hands away, and chewed your lip to keep down a smile when your phone vibrated. The ‘hello :)’ from an unknown number made your heart flutter.

Yeah, one of them was your stupid boy.

[xhisokas-harleyx]

Your Hisoka headcanons were so good😭 and i completely agree with all of them- I wanted request something, u can ignore if u want. 🏃

I am just thinking of a scenario where Hisoka got hurt, by someone who 'cheated' in the fight maybe, and his first instinct was to go to his 'friend's place. And Reader helps him without hesitation, they're even worried and stuff. And he is just like "are they just so naive or dumb? Kind? What do they get from this? And tf is this feeling in my chest? A poison maybe-" Maybe hcs? Or an oneshot? Whatever you like to do. Have a good day or night!:)💛 damn i wrote too much lol sorry

This warms my heart. Thank you SO MUCH for your support!!! And no, you did not write too much! I love having my ego stroked ;) 😂 seriously tho I love hearing from you guys!

I love this prompt. I hope that I was able to bring this to life for you, please feel free to request more!

To be honest, I’m not really happy with how this turned out, but I haven’t written in a long time and feel really rusty. I may rewrite it at some point, because I thought of a different way this could also go! At any rate, I hope you enjoy it.

Word Count: 2880 (yeh, it’s a long one :o)

A little song inspiration I had:

As The World Caves In: Matt Maltese

Hisoka x Reader One-Shot: The Man Beneath the Monster

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Well... this wasn't supposed to happen.

Currently, the jester of everyone's nightmares lay on the ground, golden eyes staring up at the dull night sky while shrapnel and debris etched patterns into his back, remnants of the attack he'd just barely survived. Hisoka didn't normally have much of a problem mowing through his opponents- but then again, they usually didn't possess the ability to play with their enemy's mind. It was insanely unfair, the way he'd been attacked, and while it had been an interesting battle to say the least, Hisoka had barely pulled through.

Admittedly, he was invigorated by the feeling of almost being beaten- save for the searing pain that inched its way through every nerve in his body. Hisoka wasn't usually so affected by pain in general- in fact, more often than not, it gave him a certain indescribable gratification. He tended to brush off the feeling of most wounds he obtained during battle, distracting himself with shuffling his cards or fantasizing about the next battle he'd be facing. Only this time, if he didn't get help, he wasn’t sure there would BE another battle.

Hisoka strained himself to sit up, and looked down at his body, analyzing just how much damage he'd sustained. A deep gash opened up his chest, revealing glimpses of the muscular content underneath, and it was oozing a lot of blood. His arms and legs were burned, and some of the skin was a little charred, which smelled just lovely against the night breeze.

This is going to be difficult to cover with Texture Surprise... he thought, forcing himself a bit angrily to his feet, when he heard the cracking of the joints in his left ankle, indications of a break. He needed medical attention, badly. His gash wasn't going to heal itself, and he would bleed to death within hours if it didn’t get bandaged.

But where could he go? Hospitals wouldn't dare take him- even though he was a hunter, most people wouldn't be caught within miles of him, let alone would provide him any remedy. In fact, most people thought the world would be better off if he were dead anyway.

Maybe they were right.

He chuckled a little at the thought, but as he tried to brush those creeping inner fears off, he soon realized that his normal detached approach wasn't going to work this time. Already, his legs were getting weaker, and his vision was getting a little darker by the second. In that moment of weakness, when he felt the most vulnerable, the magician was puzzled by the singular thought that came to his mind.

Y/N.

She was a girl he’d encountered more than a few times in his travels; not by accident, but through carefully orchestrated meetings he initiated himself. She was strong in his eyes, which was not a compliment that he offered freely, especially to someone who didn’t regularly seek out altercations to smash their enemies. She was strong in a different way- not because of her nen or battle tactics- but because of her resolve. He found it intriguing that she didn’t run at the sight of him (even when he popped up behind her in the park), and he liked that she wasn't afraid to tell him exactly where he could shove his cards, if warranted. Y/N was appealing to him in an indescribable way that made him continue to think up excuses to meet her ‘randomly’- but he could never put his finger on what it was that made her unique. However, through brief conversations and what he considered to be highlights of his travels, he’d gotten to know her only a little, but he hardly had enough contact with her to call her a ‘friend’.

It wasn't like she had any special sort of healing nen. She probably couldn't help him anyway. But if he did bleed out, and his last thought had to be of something...l it might as well be of her.

The pink-haired clown looked to the city up ahead in the distance- he was close to her house already. It didn't take him long to get there; Y/N lived on the outskirts of town in a small place away from most other homes.

It was a place he knew well, although he'd never been inside. He'd spent more than a few long nights watching the residence from the rooftop of a distant neighboring home as he denied his human emotions. He often watched her pack groceries, or try to figure out why her porch light wasn't working (which he certainly had nothing to do with), or watch TV on the couch all alone.

Hisoka quite liked those stupid romantic comedies that played late at night on the local channel. His only opportunity to watch them was through her window- and in his mind, he was sure that she left the subtitles on because she can somehow sense his presence. She usually fell asleep watching those, and missed the part where the hero gets the girl. He always watched that part with particular interest, but he can't figure out what makes the protagonists so special to each other. If there was a feeling that caused them to sacrifice so much for one another… he sure didn’t know what it could be.

But he's not a hero, so why would he know what that feels like?

As Hisoka reached her door and lifted his hand to the doorknob, not bothering to knock, a pang of what could only be anxiety ripped through him. It was well past 2 AM, and he knew she had things to do early in the morning. Their previous encounters had been abnormal, to say the least, complete with him teasing her and being a douchebag. He's been nothing but an annoyance to Y/N, so why would she help him?

As soon as he was about to pull his hand away, the door swung open, revealing a disheveled looking y/n in its place. Hisoka was bent over in pain, holding his chest, but as she startled him a little, he straightened up and put on his mask, acting complacent and confident. He wanted to say something smart and witty like he always does- that always helped to bat the pain away. But his lips wouldn't move- his tongue wouldn't function as he stared at her, unable to reach out in a way that normal humans seem to find so easy.

He felt frozen in that moment. He was normally so deliberately irreverent, but seeing the look on her face made his blood run cold.

Don’t let her see this weakness. It was a plea to himself.

But Hisoka had no choice. He was broken, and he needed her to fix him. He wasn’t used to depending on someone else to save his life, but now his life rested in the hands of someone who most likely despised him.

"...Hisoka." Y/N breathed, her eyes widening as she placed a hand over her open mouth. Only seconds passed before her delicate hands were pulling him inside the door without hesitation. She didn't bother to ask what happened, what kind of trouble he'd gotten into, or whether she would also be in danger. Instead, she sat him down on the couch, laying a pillow under his head for comfort, which he annoyingly refused to use until he absolutely couldn’t hold his head up any longer.

Hisoka was a bit dazed from the loss of blood, and the crimson river was flowing all over y/n's lightly colored couch. He was puzzled by the swiftness of her reaction, and he watched tepidly as she shuffled frantically through the drawers in the bathroom for something to heal him. Though he was on the brink of death, his default deflection of emotions still shone through, a reflex that he didn’t even mean to activate.

“I don’t need your help, you know.” He said with an impudent grin, watching as she began to work on his wounds. “It’s just a scratch. But I can see how badly you want to touch me…” Why was he like this? Here she was, giving up everything to help him (a criminal and the scum of the Earth),yet he can’t so much as even show her an iota of gratitude. He knows, but will never admit that it comes from his inner vulnerability; that fear of getting hurt by these things called emotions. She could just as easily let him bleed to death in front of her; he knows she has the capability to be stone cold. But she won’t… why?

Why?

Y/N could have easily let Hisoka’s false complacency hurt her. But she knows that what he cannot express in his words, his heart cannot truly hide. It was the way he was built, she told herself, and she pushed on through his antics because she wanted to see him safe again. Through the laceration in his tough exterior, she could not only see the flesh beneath, but a glimpse of the man he tried to hide using the monster that he assumed everyone saw.

But she was different.

The jester was confused by her silence. Normally, she would have retorted at his smugness, but right now, she didn’t even seem concerned with it as she began to fumble with cleaning his wounds. The alcohol seared his flesh just as the emotions boiling within him burned his heart. Why would she ever care to help him when he’s been nothing but rude and degrading to her? Could it be that she really can see through the detached front and overbearing persona? Impossible, he’s spent years building that reputation!

Suddenly, he became enthralled with the way Y/N’s eyes focused on threading the needle to sew up his gash. The way that those fingertips danced over his pale skin made him jolt unexpectedly at her touch, exhibiting a softness that Hisoka has never known before. In fact, he can’t even fathom someone wanting to touch him without the intention to hurt him in some way.

The details slowly became a blur in his depressed mental state- but he still analyzed every motion Y/N made.

Oddly, the promised sting of death had never scared Hisoka before; he did as he pleased, without care for his own life nor anyone else’s. But as his vision faded, and he watched her through the gaze of someone nearing death, he realized that he did not want to leave this world yet. He wanted to live- and maybe he wanted to discover and experience what he’d been missing in those movies he’d watched through her window.

With that, Hisoka’s heart began to beat faster.

Blood loss. That’s what it is… Hisoka thought; but he wasn’t stupid; only unwilling to admit that he was beginning to exhibit the same qualities he saw in the protagonists of those hopeless romantic flicks. He was unable to accept that the tightening in his chest was not just because of her stitches pulling his lacerated skin together.

“Are they dead? Did you kill them?” Her voice brought him out of the trance-like state he was in, and his golden eyes focused on her face. Her hands were covered in his blood (which in itself made him feel delightfully feverish), but his gash had been mended, the bleeding stopped for now. Once again, he didn’t say anything. It was unusual for the smug magician to keep his mouth shut.

“Because if you didn’t kill them, I’m going to.” A protective tone dripped into her voice, bewildering Hisoka again. That quality in her voice was both threatening and comforting, and the duality sent a chill up his spine. It inspired him to use his voice, though it had lost some of its signature modulation.

“You have that little faith in me…” A cough escaped his lips before he could smile as if nothing was bothering him at all. “Of course I killed them, my dear.” Somehow, calling her ‘dear’ no longer felt right; that was typically a placeholder, a default name to use for someone he had no connection with, and she seemed to be worthy of more than that now.

As Y/N suddenly dipped to her knees, Hisoka refrained from any lewd thoughts that he normally might have had in such a situation. That sensation in his chest was too distracting to allow this memory to be defiled with something he often indulged in fantasies of. She began to slide the high-heeled shoe off of his swollen foot to wrap it. She began to struggle with ripping the fabric she’d gathered to act as a cast for the bone.

Surely, she knows who I am. Why would she bother to help someone like me? What is she gaining? She knows that with the flip of a card, I could end her life. She’s not even protecting herself in any way. She’s leaving her guard down right in front of me.

Perhaps it was his dark desire to set fear into everyone he came across, or his distorted need to drive away anyone who might care for him, but his body suddenly acted on its own. By instinct, almost as if it were a test of her intention, a card spawned between his middle and index finger, which was right against her neck. With just a slight movement of his knuckles, he could spill her blood. His golden eyes analyzed the way she froze for a moment, and he believed that to be the end of this fragile trust between them. That was until she lifted the fabric she was holding, sliding it along the edge of the card, and cutting it to the perfect length.

“Thanks.” She spoke, beginning to wrap and set the ankle in place.

At that small motion, Hisoka’s discretionary eyes widened, and his lips fell open in surprise. Rather than interpreting his advance as an attack, she’d innocently taken it as an offer of his help. Was this a joke? Was she stupid enough to trust him, or was she bold enough to outsmart his games? Was Y/N this confident that he wouldn’t just kill her? This naive girl at his feet seemed to be the only person in this convoluted world who didn’t see him as a disgusting, heartless monster… and that warmed his icy heart.

“I’m surprised this hasn’t happened before. I know you’re graceful, but high heels are always a recipe for a broken ankle.” She offset the pain of wrapping those bones by talking to him all through the procedure, and it worked wonders. He scoffed, but by that time, Hisoka’s snide comments and emotion-killing thoughts had been expended. Somehow, she’d broken through the barrier that he’d spent so long building around himself.

Unable to ignore his whims anymore, Hisoka reached out to touch Y/N’s hair, the soft delicate strands pleasing his senses. It’s the only movement he can make now, his body weakened from the loss of blood. His gilded eyes were barely open, but they looked directly into hers with an unfamiliar realization. His hand travelled weakly down her face, caressing her cheek with the most delicate touch he could muster, and held her head in his large hand as she froze there. He wondered for a moment if she was afraid, or if something deeper that he cannot see calms her.

A small, genuine smile is all he could muster for her before his hand dropped to the side of the couch, the same couch he watched her curl up on most nights. For once, it’s not a smirk, and it’s not a smug smile- but something she has never seen before- a true smile with good intention behind it. His eyes closed, with uncertainty that they would open in the morning.

After she’d finished her work, she stood up, and looked down at him. The only remaining light in the room was the silent flicker of the television set in the background, which illuminated both of their faces.

“I need you to be alright, Hisoka,” She cooed, unable to know if he could still hear her. He didn’t know if she even realized how much he wanted to kill her right now, because the way her kindness was attacking his heart while his chest was already sliced open was something he should not excuse.

As Y/N’s final healing gesture, she bent over his body gracefully. He was taken off guard when he felt the feathery soft sensation of her lips on his forehead, the kiss of an angel on his clammy skin. As she went to pull away, however, she was startled by the lunge of Hisoka’s hand initiating a death grip on her wrist. He used the last bit of his strength to pull her lips into his, causing her to lose balance and be forced to brace on either side of the couch cushion below him. His lips were cold, but Y/N graciously returned the sensation, and boldly moved to embrace both sides of his face with her mending hands. Before she pulled away, and he passed out, she felt that same smile against her lips.

And in that moment, before he fades away, Hisoka realizes what he’s been missing.

Y/N.

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Hmm... part two? I KNOW, it’s super freakin’ sappy. I could have taken a lighthearted approach to this (and maybe I will later), but I wanted to kind of challenge myself to write a more depth-driven version of Hisoka. Maybe I bit off a little more than I can chew :0.

Anyway, let me know what you think, and once again thanks to anon for the request! Hope you all enjoyed!

Mac