#accept the cringe of the rizz

[garbashedump]

...white guy Scrabby phrases

I GOT THE LIST bunch of things of mildly zesty phrases Scrabby would probably say

"don't get your panties in a twist" (ofc ofc)

"shiver me timbers! I'm freezing like a popsicle out here"

"hey guys let's split up to cover more ground"

"working hard or hardly working?"

"hi hungry I'm dad."

"the early bird catches the worm!

"wow were sure in a pickle here!" (Prism fav phrase ofc)

"that's it no more Mr. Nice auditor! that's the last straw buckeroo."

"you're on thin ice pal."

"I'm keeping my eye on you."

"you catch more scrabbys with sugar than smoke "

"Ahh, a good ol' cup of Jake Joe!"

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"

"Time to dig in!" / "Time to get my grub on!"

"Oh look the suns out while its raining! guess the devil is beating his wife"

"Uh oh looks like we got company..."

"See you on the flip side!"

"You're looking a little tipsy-tury my friend."

"Looks like someone's buzzed as a bee."

"Looks like someone is decks below the ship."

"Oh how the tables have turned."

"Its the heart of the cards!"

Lifting heavy stuff: "Man anymore lifting and I'll blow my back hip out."

"Well slap my ass and call me Sally."

"Well butter my bugs and call me a Biscuit"

"Better safe than sorry!"

"Oh crumbs."

"Let's not dilly-dally too long guys."

"Aw quit being a negative Nancy!"

"Oooooh..... Right in the bread basket."

"Jeeze Louise lemon squeeze!"

" Holy moly guacamole!"

"Stop all of this tomfoolery this instant!"

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away!"

"Oopsie daisy!"

"Guess whoo✨" (Covers Prism's eyes)

"Beggars aren't choosers."

"Ahh I see, the apple never falls far from the tree."

"Looks like ya got ants in your pants."

"All bark but no bite huh?"

"Man that really ruffles my feathers."

"Ah! It'll be like finding a needle in a haystack!!"

"I'm losing my marbles over here!"

.....ok.... i may or many not have more but the- they're Scrizzers..

damn are you zombie fungi? cause you got me under your spell

are you a spider? cause you woven me in your web of love

are you the summer sun? cause you got my cheeks sunburnt red

Prism: damn you a cigarette? cause you got me addicted to you (Scrabby would then die after hearing this)

btw these are directed towards lawful joke au by @chaosaliien

#damn are you a mantis? cause my head is all yours (interpret that however you want ) #accept the cringe of the rizz #sneaked in a few sus ones for seasoning #I'm going insane i counted tan theres like 40 sum my god #lawful joke #scrabby lawful joke #prism lawful joke #lawful joke au #t #I'm so so normal #info dump #trash talks

[its-a-me-mango]

How about an AU where Smg4 actually has high amounts of rizz? 🎤

yeah sorry thats just not possible

#gif #gif warning #mangos mystery ask box #I refuse to give him rizz. only because I find it funny #you accept his cringe fail self or you accept NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

[acescavern]

OPERATION RIZZ - NA JAEMIN

Navi - M.list

EDITED NOTE: I just want to thank you all so so much for the love you've shown this fic! to celebrate, check out the early release of End To Start!

Pairing: Na Jaemin x fem!reader (Ft. Yangyang, Haechan, Johnny, Jeno, and mentions of other nct members, nct dream are the friend group, the Jeno and his girlfriend mentioned are the same pairings from Quiet and Game over!)

Genre: Fluff, angst, humor, college au nct,

Synopsis: In an attempt to teach Donghyuck how to get a girlfriend, Jaemin helps him make a list only... that list seems awfully familiar.

wc: 7.8k ( my longest fic yet, I have perished.)

warnings: reference to the sexual activity that happened in Game Over between Jeno and his girlfriend, Mentions of smoking a joint at a frat party but no detailed usage and not by the two mc, Alcohol, Drunk reader, swearing, cringe pick up lines, reader, and Jaemin play the horror game 'the quarry' but no spoilers, timeline jumps a bit but I'm certain it's still understandable, mentions of harsh pranks being pulled by readers previous roommates, hints at previous roommates being bullies to the reader.

A/N: Hi, my lovelies. This fic was a wild ride, I'm telling you. I'm still not satisfied with the header but we move ig. This took me five-ish days I think, mainly cause I left it for at least three of those. I honestly hope you love this as much as I do. If I have missed any warnings please let me know! @sexygrass you asked me to tag you in the finished product! here you are,

Feel free to send me asks to talk about the fic, I love talking about fic characters.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

It was a funny thing to watch Donghyuck fail miserably. It was even funnier to watch the brightly colored cocktail drip from the ends of his hair, soaking into his pristine white t-shirt. To Jaemin, it was the best entertainment in the world to watch his friend flirt terribly. There was a reason Jisung called him bitchless. Not to doom any potential girl Donghyuck could end up with, but the guy was just a walking beacon of cringe pickup lines.

Like tonight. Jaemin had watched from his spot perched on a barstool a few seats away as his friend confidently walked up to the bar. He’d internally winced as Donghyuck had added his own drink to the girl’s tab and he’d tried so hard to still his facial features when the said drink was promptly tipped over his head following the line he gave. “You owe me a drink, I dropped mine when I looked at you.”

It was safe to say that the man crashed, burned, and disintegrated. Jaemin couldn’t hold his laughter for long, barely able to set his drink down on the bar without spilling it before the howls of laughter racked through his body. He felt a hand slap down on his shoulder, the sounds of Yangyang’s own hysterical laughter hitting his ears.

“It’s not funny! Look at my shirt!” Donghyuck growled in annoyance, fingers plucking the wet material away from his skin. “I’m going to clean up...”

The man moved to brush past his two friends, Yangyang stilling his laughter long enough to reach out and grasp his sleeve. “I wouldn’t, Restrooms occupied.” He straightened from his hunched-over position, his voice strained from holding in further laughter. “Think Jeno’s trying to one-up over Jaehyun, dragged his girl in there and locked the door about twenty minutes or so ago.”

“For fuck sake!” He whined, foot kicking at a leg of Jaemin’s bar stool.

Jaemin stood, finally able to keep his laughter at bay. “What did you expect? He literally dragged us here in a fit of jealous rage.” He scoffed light-heartedly, slinging an arm over Donghyuck’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s just go home - Yang, you crashing at Hyuck’s too?” Jaemin craned his neck to catch his fellow 00’ liner’s answer.

Yangyang shrugged in acceptance of the offer, slinging his own arm over Hyuck’s other shoulder.

“So,” Hyuck began, pausing to slurp some of his McDonald’s strawberry milkshake through the disintegrating paper straw. “You’re telling me that my lines don’t work at all?”

Yangyang and Jaemin gave a pointed look to each other, almost as if trying to decide who should be the bearer of bad news. Jaemin gave a slight sigh, his mouth poised ready to talk but his brain still trying to come up with an answer.

“It’s just … You’ve got no rizz” He let the statement hang in the air, chewing into his cheek as Donghyuck blanched at the blunt statement.

“And you have?” He jeered in defense, chuckling in amusement.

“Dude, he’s the rizzler.” Yangyang piped in, the amused grin on his face broadening. “Jaemin’s got effortless rizz and he doesn’t even try.”

Jaemin was startled when his friend threw himself over his lap with a drawn-out dramatic cry. “Then help me!” He pleaded, loosely gripping Jaemin’s collar to shake him.

“Christ! Okay, Okay!” He gave in pretty quickly, shoving Donghyuck off of him with a little effort.

Jaemin shook his head at Hyuck’s antics, Yangyang laughing along with him. No words were spoken for a few moments until the latter made an announcement.

“Let Operation Rizz commence.”

Over the course of the next ten minutes, the two made Donghyuck write down his own step-by-step guide how to get a date.

Jaemin plucked the notepad from his friends' fingers, reading through them with a grimace of distaste.

"Step one is wink?" He read off in disbelief, nearly choking on air when he read step two. "Flirt with her best friend. Are you insane?"

He snatched the pen from Hyuck, ripping the list out of the book and scrunching it Into a ball.”We’ll rewrite it.”

"That's what the Buzzfeed article said to do!" That comment alone earned him a paper ball to the head.

"You need to practice and observe." Yangyang was right, it would be handy to have an actual female to be a 'test subject' as it were.

"But who? The only girls Hyuck know hate him and the only girl I kno–" Jaemin's words stopped dead as he caught onto what his friend was hinting at. "Absolutely not. ____, would never agree to this."

At least Jaemin hoped his roommate would be repulsed enough by the idea to call him crazy and move on.

The thing is, Jaemin had been a little selfish when it came to you. He had very rarely invited you to hang with any of his friends, not that he had to — you were purely roommates who had the same computer science class. That was how you met him. Jaemin had rocked up to class, late and unbothered. It was you who caught onto his small tales of anxiety when he struggled to catch up, wordlessly sliding your notes on the previous few slides onto his desk.

STEP ONE: BEFRIEND

After the lesson had ended and various students began to pile out of the door, you slowly started to pack up your things. A throat being cleared gained your attention, Jaemin looking at you sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks for that." A smile of chagrin directed toward you. “I thought I could catch up but Mr. Kim just goes so fast.”

You chuckled, pinching your notes from the table to put them in your bag, zipping it up, and turning toward your classmate. “Next time, don’t be late.” Jaemin was drawn to the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you granted him a grin. “It’s my turn to be late next class.”

True to your word, at 8:45 am the following Thursday, you snuck into the back of the class. You looked disheveled and half-dead to your fellow classmates. You didn’t want the unwanted attention that was sure to be drawn to you if you scrambled down to a vacant seat at the front, instead, you slipped into the closest empty seat on the back row.

You tried to make as minimal noise as possible when taking your things out of your backpack and you were so preoccupied with the action that you almost jumped when a few sheets of paper were slipped wordlessly onto your desk from the seat next to you.

The two of you fell into an unspoken routine this way. Jaemin would take notes for you to copy if you were late and vice versa, an unspoken rule being you took turns being late. For you, this wasn’t a problem. You were rarely late, something Jaemin noticed when he was hurriedly yanking on his jeans in an attempt to leave on time. He had secretly cursed you at that moment. Jaemin couldn’t be late, it wasn’t his turn and the rule was unspoken.

The next time you were late, you were very late. Jaemin had honestly thought you weren’t coming, his eyeline drifted to the door on multiple occasions. An odd feeling of disappointment settled in his chest. You had become the highlight of his day, Jaemin found himself looking forward to his computer science classes for once.

When you did finally turn up and slip into the seat next to him, he noticed you didn’t even make a move to remove your things from your backpack. You just stared straight ahead, hair drenched from the horrible weather outside and unshed tears pooling at your waterline.

One look at you and Jaemin’s teasing expression faded. He set his pen down, angling his body toward your seat. “Are you okay?” Jaemin almost slapped himself, it was obvious you weren’t.

You raised the damp sleeve of your sweater to wipe at your face, “Sorry I’m late, Jaemin.” Your voice was raw and croaky, he was sure you were going to get sick. “I slept in my car.”

The male blanched, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Jaemin was sensitive enough to keep his voice low and careful, trying to coax the answers to his many questions from you. “Why, What happened?”

You sniffled quietly, fighting the urge to curl into yourself and hide. “My housemates locked me out again.” Jaemin’s expression softened, his hand reaching over to tuck your wet hair behind your ear. “Then my car broke down on the way to campus.”

Jaemin had heard about how your housemates were. You’d ranted to him in many lessons about what they were like. The only reason you were all housed together was through the private landlord student accommodation scheme set up for students who didn’t want the dormitory life.

He knew full well that it was a popular-eat-nerd food chain out there and he was grateful his grandma paid his rent for him - Always grandma’s favorite boy. It only took a few more of those incidents for Jaemin to offer his precious games room. He proposed a very convincing argument.

“Look, It’s a steal!” He exclaimed, “No rent and we just split the rest of the utilities and grocery costs, your own room, closer to campus, and me!” Jaemin flashed you his pearly whites at his winning argument.

“I can’t just take up your space like that, Jaemin.” You sighed, as much of an amazing offer it was… You didn’t want it out of pity.

“We’ll probably barely see each other! We can split the chores and work something out.”

It was safe to say you ended up caving into the offer. Any college student would snatch up the deal of accommodation with no rental costs.

Jaemin sat open-mouthed as you bobbed your head in agreement with the idea. “Hm, Yang’s right. I’m the only girl you know that won’t get violent when Hyuck acts like a douche.” You sat back in your chair, swiping Jaemin’s iced coffee from the table and taking a sip through the straw.

“I’m sorry, what?” He spluttered, “Hyuck gets attached, clingy. What if he likes you?” Jaemin’s worries were irrelevant to everyone else but him.

Jaemin didn’t like the idea of Donghyuck catching feelings but he supposed he may be acting on possessive instinct. He shook his head, avoiding the look Yangyang was giving him. It was like the guy was trying to analyze his expressions and read his mind. He felt momentarily exposed.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” You snickered, “Donghyuck, sit.”

Hyuck brushed off his barista apron, shoving his order pad into one of the large pockets in the front as he sat at the vacant chair at the table. You sat up from your slouched position in your chair, sliding Jaemin’s coffee back over to him - the cup being halfway empty by now.

“Show me what you got.” You tapped the table with your hand.

You, Jaemin, and Yangyang watched as Hyuck ran a hand through his hair, his left eye dropping into a wink that could only be described as cringe when he leaned forward toward you. “Are you a transformer?” He paused a moment, long enough to give an over-exaggerated lip bite, his flirty gaze running up and down your torso. “ ‘Cause you’re Optimus fin-” His confidence was harshly broken as you mocked the sound of a loud buzzer.

“Pickup lines don’t work anymore, Dude.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “That was- …. I don’t actually have words for how bad that truly was.” Donghyuck’s face fell.

“Technically, we’re skipping step one because you already kind of know ____. So, step one is ‘befriend’. If she was a stranger you’d have just failed miserably.” Jaemin said to his friend, lifting his coffee to inspect the cup of the missing liquid.

“Alright, What’s step two?” Hyuck shrugged, looking expectantly at his friends.

STEP TWO: GET TO KNOW

Back when you had first moved in with Jaemin, the two of you were more than awkward. It felt odd for each of you to see each other in your most vulnerable states. At home. In class things were different, that was a side of you that prepared to go out and face the day, a social mask slipping in place.

It took just one instance to get over the hurdle of timidness between you both. One Saturday, Jaemin had just gotten back with the groceries, the list crumpled in one of the bags he was hefting. You were leaning against the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a mug of coffee - specifically a Chocolate Mocha from a sachet - cupped in your hands.

Once all of the bags were strewn over the kitchen counter and the floor surrounding the fridge, you set your mug in the sink and began helping.

“Oh, no way!” You gasped, holding up the box of frozen desserts. “Two-ball-screwballs?” Jaemin looked up from shoving frozen food into the freezer drawers, a surprised smile on his face.

“Yeah! My mom used to get them for me every Friday after school.” He shut the drawer he was working on.

“I thought they were discontinued!” You gushed, tearing open the box and removing the cone-shaped cup. “I love these.”

Jaemin’s shoulders perked, his eyes brightening. “You’re kidding! My friends think they’re low tier.” He took the box from you, removing one of the plastic cones for himself and putting the rest into the freezer to save them from melting.

“Low tier? Your friends are low tier.” You scoffed jokingly, peeling off the top.

Jaemin rose to his feet, accepting the teaspoon you offered to him. “I’ll pay you ten to say that to Chenle’s face.” He chuckled, diving his spoon into the red cherry slush.

“What other gems are you hiding?” You questioned, spoon hanging from your mouth as you began to finish off the groceries with your free hand.

“Depends, do you like video games?” Jaemin lifted himself to perch on the breakfast bar.

“I like watching people play them,” You cast a glance back at your roommate. “I don’t have the hand-eye coordination for them.”

Jaemin hummed in thought, his gaze locked onto the dessert in his hand. “If I set up in the living room, do you wanna, maybe, watch me play?” He offered, discreetly peering up at you without lifting his head.

He watched you ponder over the idea a moment before nodding, “Sure.”

That night, you and Jaemin settled onto the couch with the controller firmly in his hand. You stared at the opening game screen ‘The Quarry’ glitching back at you. Jaemin had promised you that this wasn’t so much of a fast-paced game and more of a multiple choice.

“It’s a horror game-” He caught the look of unease on your face. “But it’s not that bad! It’s like a movie but you choose what happens and each option you choose alters the game path. It’s really cool!” The look on his face, as he describes one of his favorite games, will forever be your favorite expression on him.

His eyes light with excitement, and the controller drops to his lap as he uses elaborate hand gestures to explain the concept to you. There’s a feeling deep down that you want him to look like that whilst talking about you. But, that’s stupid, right? You’d only known him a few months at that point.

“Can you turn the subtitles on? I can’t hear a thing without them.” You nudged him with your elbow, prompting Jaemin to stare at you in amusement.

“If I wanted to read a book, I would.” He quipped, still navigating the settings to turn them on for you regardless.

You were only on the first chapter of the game and somehow you’d ended up scrunched up into Jaemin’s side, all awkwardness from before long gone. “No no! Don’t go down there, That’s just stupid!” You shouted, peeking up from his shoulder.

“____,” Jaemin laughed, “We have to, it’s the gameplay. We gotta follow Max into the cellar.” A hand left his controller to pat the top of your head.

You were both late for class the next day.

“Get to know them? How long will this take?” Donghyuck complained, a pout playing at his lips.

He wasn’t a patient man and quite honestly, this was taking longer than he had thought. You cast him a sharp look. “Hyuck, you said you wanted a girlfriend. A lot of work goes into the buildup.”

“Can’t you just date me and then I don’t have to get to know anyone?” He huffed, letting his forehead drop to the table.

His question earned him two abrupt shouts of “No!” Both Yangyang and you exchanged slightly shocked looks at how quickly Jaemin said it along with you.

“Ugh! Fine, so, I get to know them.” Donghyuck lifted his head. “Do I have to ask questions?”

A mumbled ‘He’s hopeless’ under your breath had you receiving two kicks under the table as Jaemin responded to the question. “Yeah, Ask about her hobbies, and family, know the basics, and find a niche to get into deeper conversation.”

“Noted. So, find things in common, then?” Hyuck voiced the question with slight uncertainty.

You grinned, tapping his arm to reward him. “Yeah, exactly!” You studied him a moment, face scrunched in thought. “Say… Hyuck, is there someone in specific you’ve got your eye on?” You questioned.

Hyuck laughed nervously, the three sets of eyes staring at him intently making him slightly nervous. See, Donghyuck always had an obvious tell when he was hiding something. First, eye contact became nonexistent. Then, he would over-blink, his friends joked that he’d take off if he blinked too fast. Lastly, the incoherent defense. Hyuck was doing all of those things.

“Do we need to teach you to lie as well?” Yangyang teased, jabbing his friend in the side.

“Speak for yourself, I don’t lie.” You spoke, pretending to inspect your nails until Jaemin’s snort of laughter cut across the table to you.

“Yeah, right. ____, who ate the last two-ball screwball?” He quipped, an eyebrow raised in challenge at you.

“Uhm, Luna.” It wasn’t Jaemin’s cat.

STEP THREE: GESTURES OF KINDNESS

It was rare for you to go out with your friends. It was rare for you to get drunk, too. You had declined an invitation to the neo-frat party for months, much to the disappointment of your friend. It was after four months of living with Jaemin that you found out he was going, only then did you finally accept the next invitation you received.

You’d spent all afternoon following your friends around the shopping plaza to find the right outfit. Your outfit was at your friends' house, you didn’t see the need to overdress for drinking in a stuffy frat house full of sweaty college kids.

The first glimpse of you Jaemin had caught that day was an hour into the party, the frat house in full swing. He’d been roped in to help set up, his friend Mark being a part of it and Hyuck being heavily involved. Jaemin had been looking for you all night and when he finally caught you, you were talking to Johnny.

Jaemin felt unsettled, though he had no choice who you spoke to. He kept glancing at you, hand gripping the solo cup tighter in his hand the more you laughed at Johnny’s jokes. You’d been drinking, that much was clear. Your cheeks a rosy red and your eyes slightly glazed with intoxication, Jaemin had caught onto how you swayed subtly on the spot, your hand gestures over-exaggerated, and your giggles that seemed to happen at everything Johnny said.

Jaemin’s gaze tore away from you when a hand waved in front of his face, his mind catching up with reality when he saw his best friend. “Jeno, sorry, didn’t hear you.”

Jeno gave his friend a knowing look, shaking his head. “You were staring, if you like her then tell her.” He shrugged, lifting his beer bottle to his lips to take a swig.

Jaemin frowned, his eyeline drawn to you once more as he shook his head. “It’s a bad idea, we live together.” As much as he hated to admit it, Jaemin wondered if inviting you to live with him was a mistake for this reason. “It’d be awkward if it didn’t work out, Jen.”

It’d taken Jaemin only one month of living with you to come to the conclusion that he was slowly becoming head over heels infatuated with you. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was love yet, but Jaemin knew you made him feel things that were an entirely new experience.

“If you’re so headstrong on it, make me a bet.” Jaemin’s attention was stolen away from you once more, his eyebrows scrunched in an expression that told Jeno that he wasn’t really listening at all. “If you end up dating by… let's say, the end of the academic year, then you have to get a tattoo.”

Jaemin gulped slightly, he wasn’t a fan of needles. But he was so sure he would be able to resist you. “Fine, if we don’t, you’ve got to get one. In a place of my choosing.” Jaemin mastered a grin, shaking Jeno’s hand to seal the deal.

When Jaemin turned back around, you or Johnny were nowhere to be seen. His mind’s implication of what it meant had his heart dropping into his stomach. He bitterly shook his head, downing the rest of the ‘special punch’ in his cup.

Jaemin went on with the party, utterly miserable at the thought of you holed up in one of the various upstairs bedrooms with Johnny. Of all people. You had to choose the biggest player out there. It was almost like Jaemin was walking around with his own cloud of self-loathing thundering over his head.

He’d thrown himself onto one of the lawn chairs that surrounded the outdoor pool, running a hand over his face. However, he soon froze when he spotted Johnny. The frat member was with Jaehyun and the frat leader, Taeyong. Jaemin noticed the absence of you immediately and it had him springing up from his seat with a slight stumble. Jaemin wasn’t drunk, he was just bordering the line between tipsy and lightly mellow.

Jaemin tapped urgently on Johnny’s shoulder, the older male turning to him with a doped-up smile. Johnny removed the joint from his mouth, offering it out to Jaemin with a hazed blink. “Where’s ____?” Was his immediate response.

Confusion clouded the elder's face for a moment before he laughed loudly. “Man, she’s wasted!” Jaemin gritted his teeth as a bout of smoke wafted in front of his face.

“Yeah, good to know.” He rushed out in exasperation. “Where?” Johnny’s smile dropped as he shrugged.

“Last I knew, she was asleep on the stairs.” Jaemin didn’t wait for any further explanation, bolting it back inside the house and to the sweeping staircase near the front door.

Sure enough, that’s where he found you. Your lips set into an adorable pout from where your head had hung in your slumber. Jaemin was certain that your neck would hurt in the morning if he didn’t take you home. Though, looking at you… Jaemin couldn’t fight the fond chuckle escaping him.

He knelt down at the bottom step, lifting his hand to gently sweep your hair back. His lips pursed as he took in the state of you, fingers tugging your t-shirt dress down your thighs from where it had risen in an attempt to shield your modesty. He squeezed your knee.

“____,” He called to you gently, a hand on your shoulder to lightly shake you awake. “____, c’mon. I’m taking you home.”

A groan left your closed lips, your body attempting to twist to the side as if you were casually rolling over in the comfort of your bed. Jaemin wouldn’t let you, firmly shaking your shoulder again. He sighed in relief when your eyes finally opened, squinting at the light.

“There she is.” He grinned, both hands moving to your cheeks to steady your lolling head.

Jaemin honestly couldn't help but grin in return for the drunk smile you gave him. It was like you were suddenly sprung with energy. “Jaemin!” You launched forward, both arms wrapping tight around his neck.

His hands had to settle on your back to stop you both from toppling over. Your roommate coaxed you to stand, brushing down the crumbs and dirt from your dress. Jaemin made you lean on the wall as he unzipped his hoodie and tied it around your waist.

“Okay, I need you to hold onto my neck… but not strangle me. You got that, ____?” He spoke slowly as if talking to a child because Jaemin had come to realize that’s exactly how drunk you were.

He left you on the second step, crouching down and patting his shoulder. It was embarrassing how many attempts it took to get you securely on Jaemin’s back but eventually, you succeeded in the climb.

The man carried you all the way across the campus and into the blocks of student housing like this. The whole way you were singing at the top of your lungs, Jaemin even joined in when you started singing Twice’s Fancy. He noted you got quieter at the end of your street and when your light snore hit his ear, he knew the reason why.

There was a struggle for him to unlock the front door with you still on Jaemin’s back. Trying not to let the three cats escape was an even bigger feat that Jaemin managed. He also managed to get you off his back, setting you down on your bed. Your shoelaces were already half undone in a loose tangle, Jaemin not having to work very hard to get your shoes and socks off your feet.

The brown-eyed man looked frantically around your room, spotting the cotton pads and micellar water on your desk. Gentle strokes of the cotton pad across your skin removed the smeared makeup on your face. Jaemin was amazed you didn’t wake up, especially when he got to your eyes.

His fingers lingered on your face, a sad smile gracing his lips. “I wish things were different, ____.” Jaemin shook his head with a sigh, dropping the used cotton pads into your trash can and setting them next to your bed.

With a glass of water and some Advil at your bedside, Jaemin gave into temptation and pressed a light, lingering kiss to the top of your head before tucking you in and parting from your bedroom.

“Acts of kindness?” Donghyuck echoed. “If I help her out at the library, does that count?”

“She works at the library?” Your mouth was covered by Donghyuck's palm.

“Don’t announce it to the whole coffee shop, ____!” He hissed, yanking his hand away and shaking it out when he felt something slimy brush across his palm. “Okay, ew.”

“Hm, that’d work, try something a little more meaningful though, Hyuck” Yangyang suggested as he stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I gotta go, botany class starts soon.”

The three of you echoed your goodbyes, turning back to the list on the table once your retreating friend was out of sight.

“So, your crush is one of the librarians?” Jaemin questioned, his face shriveling at his next thought. “Do not sit here and tell me that it’s Mrs. Choi...”

“Gross! No, she has warts on warts.” Hyuck shivered at the very thought of it. “She’s our age.”

Donghyuck could practically see the wheels turning in both of your brains as the two of you tried to work it out. He could also guess when yours and Jaemin’s thought waves seemed to of aligned. He found it slightly freaky how you seemed to have a full conversation with just a look.

“Oh, her.” You nodded your head in approval. “Good choice, Hyuck. She’s a friend of mine, really shy.” You hummed.

“You’re not gonna put in a good word for me, even if I ask… are you?” The man’s shoulders deflated as you shook your head.

“Alright then… What’s after the acts of kindness?”

STEP FOUR: COMPLIMENT TASTEFULLY

Jaemin remembers clearly the day he thought his heart jumped out of his throat and threw itself into the lake.

It was one of the rare occasions that he had invited you to hang out where his friends were - He wouldn’t admit but the only reason he did was that Jeno’s girlfriend was begging at his feet not to be the only girl. So, Jaemin invited you.

His eyes widened at the arctic sleeping bag you pulled from the trunk of your car. “Where did you get that?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug, “What do you think I used when I used to sleep in my car? Takeout wrappers?” His mouth snapped shut as you unzipped the door to your one-person tent, flinging the sleeping bag inside to deal with later. It was only when you had zipped your tent back up did you turn to him again. “Thanks for building the tent for me.” You beamed at him, your hand patting his shoulder in thanks.

“Thanks for driving all our stuff down here. I didn’t realize we had so much.” He glanced around at the half-set-up camp circle. “I should go and help Jisung-ie.”

The two of you went around separately, helping the group set things up, and come nightfall, the nine of you were crowded around the campfire. Jaemin wasn’t listening too much, the brunette was too preoccupied with the way your eyes shone in the moonlight and how the flame from the fire gave your skin a breath-taking glow. He nudged your side with his elbow subtly.

Jaemin was going to compliment you, he was going to tell you how beautiful you looked out there with nature but the words died on his tongue when you looked at him with your showstopping smile. All he could do was nudge the bag of marshmallows toward you.

There was a multitude of reasons why Jaemin couldn't tell you and reason number one was sat across from you both, staring at him with a pointed look across the dancing heat of the fire. Lee Jeno. Jaemin’s best friend nodded his head firmly in your direction, rolling his eyes when Jaemin just shook his head and broke eye contact.

The whole of the three days camping, Jaemin hadn’t had a minute alone with you. Not even on the drive back, with the other car full - Chenle had borrowed his mom’s six-seater - that left three people, including yourself, in your car. So, you, Jaemin, Renjun, and the luggage were in your little two-door car.

The both of you were relieved when you finally arrived home. As much as Renjun was the best company for a two-hour drive, all he did was complain about how little Donghyuck and Chenle helped pack away. It was nice to just have silence.

You had time for a shower and a nap and Jaemin had time to go through the plethora of photographs he took on the trip. He hadn’t realized he took so many, mostly of you. Jaemin stopped on one he took of you by the lake. You were posed beautifully, unaware of the camera pointed toward you. Your smile beaming, the way the sun encased you made you look almost ethereal. Your arm was lifted, eyes locked in fascination on a baby blue butterfly that landed on your index finger.

That was Jaemin’s favorite by far. He had no idea how long he had been staring at the image on his camera, nearly jumping out of his skin when your voice sounded close to his ear. You’d leaned over the back of the couch to take a look.

“Oh, I didn’t know you even took that.” You marveled.

“Hm, It’s one of my favorites.” He murmured quietly, glancing up to watch as you climbed over the back of the piece of furniture to sit next to him.

“The sun makes me look so cool!” You leaned further over, looking at the image in more detail.

Jaemin shook his head, handing the camera over to you. “Nah, You always look that pretty.” He’d said the sentence without thinking.

A light blush coated the apples of your cheeks. Jaemin hadn’t complimented you like this before, no matter how many times you’d longed to hear something like this from your roommate. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest. You wondered for a moment if he meant it but when Jaemin didn’t comment any further on the matter you decided not to ask.

“Oh.” You had no idea what to say in response and Jaemin thought your newfound shyness at his compliment was well worth the slip-up.

From then on, Jaemin made sure to give you subtle compliments every so often. Taking personal satisfaction in the color of your cheeks and the shy smiles that would occur.

“And remember, Hyuck. No pickup lines.” Jaemin spoke slowly, hoping that it would get through his friend's head.

Donghyuck hummed in thought before eventually nodding in defeat. “No pickup lines. Not even one.”

Jaemin looked almost proud, giving his friend a light fist bump. “Go through the steps, I need to know you aren’t going to mess this up.”

Hyuck sighed, lifting the list to read out the steps so far. Both you and Jaemin sitting opposite him in anticipation. “Alright, Step one is befriending.” He thought a moment. “So, like, make a connection so we aren’t strangers?” He trailed off on a question, looking to your faces for confirmation.

If your grins were anything to go by, he was doing fine. “Step two is Get to Know.” He took a sip of his coffee, writing a few notes next to the bullet point. “Like, find out her hobbies, places she likes, TV shows, music, food, and maybe things about her family. That sort of thing.” He sounded confident enough with step two that you or Jaemin didn’t make a single comment.

Donghyuck cleared his throat, pausing on step three. “Gestures of kindness?” His confidence wavered. “Can’t we skip any steps?”

“No, No skipping, You got this, Hyuck. Think about it.” Jaemin was awed at the way you gently encouraged his friend. Jaemin and the rest of his friend group usually took the harsher approach, teasing him to no end.

“Alright,” Donghyuck looked visibly in thought for a moment. “Like offering her a ride home or… or staying behind to help her organize the shelves at the library?”

Jaemin hummed, nodding. “Yeah, if you can work out something more solid that would mean more to her then try that. Otherwise, I think that would work. Or bringing her lunch, If you know what she likes.”

“Got it,” Donghyuck scribbled down more notes. “Step four is Compliment Tastefully.” He looked back and forth between you two. “No pickup lines. But, natural?” He tilted his head at the question.

“Yep, Girls love to hear small compliments. About anything.” You offered, “How we’ve painted our nails? Our hair?” You listed off things for him to jot down on the paper, ending with; “Little and often.”

“Thanks, is that it?” Hyuck glanced down at his notepad again, a frown on his face. “None of this includes actually getting the title of boyfriend.”

“No, there are two more steps. The next thing is..”

STEP FIVE: INVITE OUT ( NOT A DATE )

Jaemin fought tooth and nail for these tickets. He had no idea how much they were going to cost nor how many people were biting to attend the event. He remembers when you scrolled through a TikTok of the exact same event but in Paris, beneath the Eiffel Tower.

The way your face lit up when you shoved the phone in his face, rambling about how cool it was. So, when Jaemin caught wind of there being an outdoor cinema on the hill hosted at your very own University campus over the break, he just had to get you there.

But, how would Jaemin get you there without you thinking that he went through so much trouble just to get you a ticket? He thought of telling you that he found them on the ground but that would be ridiculous. There was no way you’d believe that.

Jaemin thought about it the upcoming week of the event, until the day before. You’d entered the apartment, slamming the door behind you much harsher than Jaemin was used to. His head peeked up from over the back of the couch.

“____?” He was met with angry grumbling, and the thudding of your shoes being dropped onto the floor after taking them off. “You okay?”

“Why do people have to be the way that they are?” Your sudden question stunned him for a moment, Jaemin meekly shrugged.

“Good afternoon to you, as well.” He chuckled softly, rising from the couch and rounding the half wall to the kitchen. Already on autopilot to make you a drink.

“I tried to get tickets for Grease In The Park.” Jaemin froze with his hand mid-way in grabbing a glass from the shelf.

“Oh? Really? How did that go?” He cleared his throat to try and curb the nervous waver in his voice.

He glanced over into the living room, seeing you throw yourself onto the couch with a defeated frown on your face. “Someone said they were selling theirs, so I paid way more than I should have for them and they were fake!” You had every right to be pissed, you wasted money that you could be using for gas and next month's car insurance.

Jaemin visibly relaxed out of your eyeline, filling the glass with soda and walking back to set it on the coffee table in front of you. You peered up at his bright, toothy smile, your frown deepening when he laughed softly.

“I don’t see how this is funny, Jaemin.” You grumbled, your foot jutting out to hit the back of his knee. Jaemin only nudged your legs back to perch on the edge of the couch, fingers tugging open one of the drawers in the wooden coffee table.

He produced to you an envelope, raising an eyebrow as he waved it in front of you. “Just go with me.” He stated simply, “Jeno’s now going with his girlfriend. I got a spare ticket.”

He’d never seen you move so fast, snatching the envelope from his hands to peer inside. “Holy shit! You’re not joking? These are real?” You gasped, catching the holographic authenticity sticker on the tickets. “Jaemin, Oh my god!”

Jaemin let out a grunt as he was tackled by you, his back bracing his fall against the cushions. Jaemin stilled for only a moment until he relaxed, his arms winding around your back to gently pat along your spine. “Is that a yes?”

It was and the very next day you were flattening out a picnic blanket under a blossom tree on the hill. The perfect spot to get the best view. If anybody stood up, it wouldn't obstruct your view and it was perfect. You’d insisted that you and Jaemin pack a cooler of snacks and some sandwiches, and much to his surprise you’d packed a Two-ball Screwball each.

Jaemin honestly couldn’t recall the plot of the movie, you were amazed he had never seen Grease before. Even after watching it underneath the blossom tree in the greenery behind the University's main building, Jaemin couldn’t recite the storyline. All Jaemin could remember was watching you with stars in your eyes as you belted out the lyrics to nearly every song.

As the fading notes to You’re The One That I Want got quieter, you turned to him. Jaemin loved you like this, unapologetically you. Cheeks red from the excitement and singing, eyes wide and wondrous in the nature's air. And then you floored him, leaning over to press a meaningful kiss to his cheek.

His lips parted in surprise, his own giddy smile widening as you pulled back an inch to look at him. “Thanks, Jaemin.” You whispered between you. “This has been the best movie theatre experience ever.” and with that, you tugged the spare blanket around the both of you, naturally hugging into Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin complained before about the effort to get the tickets but in that moment he vowed that he would do it again ten times over just to relive this moment.

“You’ve got to make it sentimental. Somewhere she’s always wanted to go but don’t overdo it.” Jaemin pointed at Hyuck in a warning.

“Don’t overdo it? How much do you think this place pays me?” He snorted, gesturing to the coffee shop the three of them had been sitting in since Hyuck’s shift ended two hours ago.

“They’d probably pay you more if you did your job and stopped giving us free coffee.” You shrugged, poking at Donghyuck’s shoulder.

“I’m not even on shift right now!” Donghyuck protested, slapping his hand down on the table. “Do you really want me to start charging you for coffee?”

Jaemin’s lips tugged into a fond smile, letting his friends argue as he slid the paper and pen back toward himself to write the final two steps. He stared at it for a few moments, glancing up at you only once before nodding his head and flipping the paper face down.

Your playful stint with Donghyuck ended as Jaemin stood from his seat, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I’ve written the last two steps down.” He began, avoiding your eyes. “I got class in fifteen.”

Jaemin swiftly left you both sitting there, Hyuck already scrolling on his phone when you nudged him. “Aren’t you going to look at step six and seven?” You nudged the paper toward him.

“Eh, read ‘em to me.” Donghyuck shrugged, glancing up at you from his game.

You rolled your eyes, reaching over for the paper. You flipped it over, skimming over the last two steps. Your heart stilled, your body seizing in shock as your brain caught up.

“Oh my god, I’m an idiot.” You whispered, Donghyuck finally glancing over to you.

“I could have told you that, but why?” His head shoved into your eyeline to look at the paper.

‘STEP SIX: WAIT FOR HER TO NOTICE’

“So? Why are you an idiot?” He looked puzzled, eyeing your frozen form carefully.

“Look at this list,” You wave it almost frantically. “Jaemin has done every single one of these things for me.”

“Oh, Yeah. That’s cause he’s in love with you.” Your friend said casually, your head snapping in his direction.

“What?” You choked in disbelief, dropping the list to the table once more.

“I’m surprised you haven’t caught on yet,” Hyuck laughed, “Kinda tragic if you ask me, unrequited love and all.” He yelped when he received a smack to the forearm.

“It’s not unrequited!” It was almost comical how his eyes widened at your exclamation.

“Then go and find him, look at step seven.”

STEP SEVEN: CONFESS

You left the coffee shop in a clumsy mess, nearly headbutting the door on your way out. Honestly, you were beating yourself up over this. Just how long had you been tiptoeing around each other like this? How long had Jaemin been waiting for you to notice?

Of course, there were some intrusive thoughts shoved into the chaos of your mind. Like; What if you were overlooking this? What if Hyuck was lying? What if Jaemin had gotten bored of waiting for you and moved on already?

You skidded to a stop at your front door, suddenly remembering he wasn’t home. Jaemin was in class for at least two hours and you’d just run all the way back to the apartment to confess to him. However, with one whiff of your body, whilst taking your shoes off, you were glad he wasn’t home yet. It allowed you to shower, do your hair, and spritz some of your favorite perfume over yourself.

When Jaemin arrived home, he found you pacing the length of the living room. He wondered if you’d wear the carpet out at this rate. “Did Hyuck understand the last two points okay?” The question hung in the air as he straightened from removing his shoes.

Jaemin knew that this was make or break. You either caught on to his subliminal message or it went right over your head and he would have to revoke the entire list. Though, the look you gave him at that moment said you understood very well.

“How long?” Your voice was a mere whisper, fingers tangling amongst themselves as your feet came to a stop at the end of the couch.

Silence. Jaemin said nothing, his backpack falling from his shoulder to make a dull sound on the carpet. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, Jaemin was having trouble reading your expression. He wasn’t sure if the tears that were overspilling your eyes were a good thing or not. His teeth bit into his cheek.

“Jaemin, how long?” You moved in closer, your voice was desperate.

“A… a while.” He mumbled. “Too long,” He shook his head, suddenly finding the stain on the carpet much more interesting than the tears that spelled the pain on your face.

You sniffled, closing the gap between you to gently cup his cheeks with your palms and lift his gaze back onto yours. Jaemin caved, leaning into your loving touch with eyes fluttering closed. Warm hands cupped over your own.

“Please,” You’d never heard such vulnerability in Jaemin’s voice. “Let me down gently, ____.”

Jaemin’s eyes opened slowly, already feeling the numbness of rejection seep into his bones. But, you just shook your head with a watery smile. It made him hurt more, his first thought wondering if you were intentionally going to make him suffer for this.

“Oh, Jaem, I don’t plan to let you down at all.” Your whispered words were like a wash of color in skies of grey.

Jaemin’s breath of relief relaxed his shoulders and he wasted no time in connecting your lips. His kiss was gentle, surprisingly so for how long he had been waiting for you. Your lips were soft and he could taste the remanence of the drink you’d had earlier. Your lips slotted over Jaemin’s like they were made to be there, like a missing puzzle piece. It felt right.

It was you who pulled away first, slowly opening your eyes to smile shyly at him. “I love you, Jaemin.”

“I love you, ____”

©acescavern, Please do not copy, repost, or translate my works. Reblogging is allowed.

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[mawofthemagnetar]

“Hey, peeps,” Xisuma said as he strolled into the room, “Anyone know what ‘rizz’ is supposed to mean? I saw one of the kids in the hub use it in chat and I’m a little lost.”

Jevin, sitting in the corner snacking on a cinderblock, visibly cringed.

“Shishwammy! I thought I knew you better! You know exactly what that means. Or do we have to talk about the parrots and the bats again?” Keralis pretended to look scandalized, and Xisuma rolled his eyes.

“No, Keralis, this one starts with an “R.” Anyway, does anyone know?”

“Is it like dabbing? Or updog? That was the fad last week, I think.” Joe called, barely glancing up from his book.

“No, no, no! Dabbing never went outta style. Hang on, lemme ask the weird people on the birdwatching group chat about this rizz thing. They think I’m cool!” Bdubs said, before hammering on his comm’s keyboard.

“The speed of memes these days is enough to make your head spin.” Joe sighed, closing his book with a snap, “I finally added “cringefail” to my lexicon and I bet it’ll be it’ll be passé by next week.”

“I just ignore the memes. They do things; it no bother me.” Keralis said brightly, and Joe hummed thoughtfully.

“Y’know, that’s probably a good way to be. Why waste time trying to keep up with-“

“I GOT IT! THE WEIRD BIRDWATCHING PEOPLE! They say it’s like…charisma? Like, cha-RIZZ-ma…oh, I see, that’s very clever. So like- I have a TON of charisma, so I have- LOADS of rizz-“

“Oh, Bubbles, you don’t need to tell me twice-“

“QUIET, YOU- and like, Xisuma, he’s got. Negative rizz! Yeah that’s what it is.”

“Seems a bit silly to me, but what do I know?” Xisuma sighed.

“Well, the natural progression of language can’t be stopped. Either you accept it or make yourself crazy. Let the words do what they will.” Joe said, opening his book again.

Finally, Jevin piped up from his hidden corner.

“Every time you people try to understand a new meme, it causes me physical fucking pain, and I don’t even have a nervous system.”

#magnetar writes #tw swearing #hermitcraft fic #inspired by a conversation I had earlier today #i blame the xbfam

[kideaternomnom]

My Jumble of Random YutaMaki Headcanons

"But he has Rika 🤓☝🏻" stfu. She's a dead toddler so go find another post instead of commenting like some deranged monkey who got their banana taken away.

Yuta sends Maki those corny ass "send this to someone you love" videos on TikTok. She claims to hate it, however behind the screen she is blushing and having a crisis of how to reply to such affection on the inside. (Some people may disagree with this, but she's secretly kicking her feet and loving them. Even if she struggles to accept affection due to being put down her whole life.)

We all know poor girl struggles to accept basic affection at times due to being abused and underestimated her whole life. So, to try and heal from this and at least adjust to showing love she may try to warm up Yuta's hands if it's cold. Whether it be breathing on them, putting them in her jacket, or just holding them.

Yuta tries to take Maki out on walks when the weather is nice or pretty.

Gege said on Maki's page in the manga that she likes junk food. So I made a headcanon that she loves eating sweets or junk food with Yuta in his dorm.

This may sound cliche asf however I think he's most likely to be the type who would share headphones with his Maki to just relax and listen to music. She doesn't mind at all and is genuiunely surprised he has good music taste- (cough cough Mitski cough cough)

As I said in the last headcanon, they both share headphones to listen to stuff, right? Well Yuta most likely knows how much sexism and misogyny she went through in the Zenin household. So she sometimes turn on those "alpha male" podcasts just to make fun of them with Yuta and so they both can get a kick out of them- 😭

Panda back then would sometimes make Yuta use those cringe god awful pick up lines that claim to have "rizz" on TikTok. Poor boy was genuinely so naive he tried to use them for Maki but instead got a side eye and cringe look. (She cringed, but she deep down loved the effort.)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #yuta #yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuta #yuuta #maki #maki zenin #zenin maki #yutamaki #yuta x maki #yutamaki headcanons

[sea-of-dust]

Ranpo,Chuuya,Atsushi x M!Reader

My hand slipped while I was doing math homework and i accidentally wrote this. This is my first time writing for a male reader I'm sure I'll be fine (this is going to be worse than my math grades)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of bruising,death implications,might be a lil ooc I haven't watched bsd in a hot minute

Oh? You have sweets? Are able to bake?? What's that, you're able to spoil him? Yea, he's imagining how to rizz you up before you two were ever dating. "Y/n thinks you're cool" "really?" He lights up at the mention of you "he does think you're kinda werid tho" he pouts disapointedly, will be whining about this

You're like another piece of candy! You're not escaping him. You thought you were allowed to leave? No. "Y/n we need you on this" "alright" "I should go too" he raises his hand popping another candy into his mouth "he can solve this himself" "well I can make it so they're right back here in secounds" "whenever I go out with you the minimums like 3 hours" you cringe remembering the holes he digs into your wallet. "That's irrelevant!"

If you ever did manage a task alone, he'd be annoyed for the rest of the day, so annoyed he actually opens his eyes to glare at people. "30 minutes" "would have been a few secounds if you took me with you" you sigh kissing his forehead "I'm sorry I didn't bring you it would have been too boring for a great detective like you" he proudly huffs "well it would have been fine since it would be with you" will make you tell him how it went and it'll always end with him saying "I knew it! This is why you should bring me"

He does get hurt sometimes, but when he does, it's just a small scab at most. Never the less you still treat him. "Don't give me the teddy bear ones those are for babies!" "They fit you're aesthetic, though." "they do not!" Applying the bandage carefully, you watch him lift his pant leg higher to reveal another small bruise. "Are you serious?" "Well were already here" does like looking at your handiwork from time to time.

Wants you to stay up and tell him stories and is pretty understanding when you say you're too tired to. "Y/n! Are you up to read 12 angry men?" "Ranpo I'm heading straight to bed" you rub your eyes sluggishly, walking past him to change out of your clothes to something more comfortable. "Alright, but you owe me more pages than usual" "deal" he plops onto you as you cover yourself with the blanket. He doesn't even attempt to gain spoilers or read ahead if this happens. He really likes hearing your voice,trying to act out certain characters. He might even ask questions he knew the answer to just to hear more of you. "Wait, so why'd he agree?" "Because that guy's thinking about his son throughout the conversion by putting his past with his son behind him he accepts the fact the kid on trial isn't his son and shouldn't be found guilty" "he should've just agreed when everything else got debunked" "yea well sometimes stuff like that holds someone back"

"Do you like wine?" "No" "?!" How did you guys even date? Wait nevermind besides that wine thing, you're pretty great 10/10, not returning

He would use his ability to quite litterally sweep you off your feet. Feeling the sudden decrease in weight, you feel as if you're floating on air. "What the-" he casually grabs something out the fridge "that's the last one" "that's why I stopped you" sometimes he'd just leave you floating for an extra 5 secounds, gracefully hold your hands and and help you down. "Can't have you bursting your head open" "I was two feet off the ground" he sighs, you pull him close kissing his cheek "thank you for saving my fall Chuuya" and that's why he does it often

He does get a bit cranky, but it's usually when he has a bad day. He likes bad days if you're at the end of them, though. You'd always let him sleep somewhere or stay up and watch you try to open wine for him and fail or succeed. "Finally!!" You popped open the bottle with the Cork flying out. "Wait, where'd it go-" hearing a small thud, you see the cork crack the floor due to its sudden change of what seems to be weight. "There's a tool for that." he pulls out the drawer and shows you it nonchalantly, "but that was kinda impressive"

"I wanna get a dog" "we should get married." The guy would be on the brink of tears. A dog? And you two are living together? He's gonna love that dog. Unfortunately, that dog mostly followed you around. It likes him, but the millisecond you're there that dog lays with you,sleeps with you, he's starting to get jealous of both you and the dog! You still catch him petting it going. "You're so fluffy! Who's a good boy who's a good-" the dog sees you and walks toward you it's tail wagging .How are you fluffy?" There'd be such a defeated look on his face

Definitely would be judgemental and then do some strange shit. You'd catch him dancing in the halls? Nothing to see here, only him getting slightly upset you didn't say anything. Pulling out every product known to man to bathe the dog, it's pretty adorable. You still don't say a thing, only smiling when you see it, still a bit annoyed you didn't say anything As soon as he catches you posing with his clothes...he's flattered time to make fun of you. "What are you doing" you turn around smoothly "Why I'm Chuuya Nakahara of the port mafia" you moon walk over to him "that is not how I introduce myself" "yea you introduce yourself by trying to show off your taste in wine to someone that hates it" "you worked at a liquor store!" "I dont have to drink wine to work there" you take off his coat to put it back, but he quickly slides it back on "keep it on for a while I wanna savor this"

You taught him what a flash game is. "OK so then this guy wants uhhh" "oh my god its Wally" "WHERE" unironcally so emerged in papa's games its aggressively odvious you two aren't working, you're are lucky you specialize in speedrunning paper work the secound half of the work days basically just you two getting bullied by the food critic

He's pretty shy for a lover infact when you start dating, he still feels like a friend more than a boyfriend. So when you ask him out, expect him to hide away somewhere nervous he might say something werid, he'll suck it up for you though! He's got this! It's just a museum! He can- you held his hand, and his confidence is down the drain. How he managed to keep composed is a miracle. Surprisingly for him, he didn't do anything he'd think would embarrass him in the future. He's definitely gonna ask to go on more dates in the future.

You try to help him with tiger matenence. Including getting loads of dirt out of his paws and even splinters sometimes "Alright ready" "I never will be for AH-" he winces pulling away, but you hold out his arm "you're fine lemme put on a bandaid" they do feel nice after you clean then though a bit numb

Attempting to teach him games will get him to teach Kyōka. "Y/n would you like to play quack diddly oso ?" "You know how to play that? I thought it was too old" "Atsushi taught me" you decide to ask him about it. He would get a bit embrassed, his mind racing about what you'd do or say. "Maybe I should try and teach her numbers too" he sighs in relief leaving you a bit confused but you infact did teach her numbers, a horrible day for Ranpo in particular as she and you easily beat your record of 57 with him. You didn't need her approval for dating Atsushi, but you still got it because of some children's games

You wouldn't be surprised by how mushy he could get. He'd overthink about the dangers you two face being apart of the Ada. He'd get trembaly grabbing onto your hands for their warmth. "I'll be fine. I'm more worried for you" "But what if you get hurt cause of me!" "I gladly will" "That's the issue!" He grabs your shoulders."What if you-" "Then yosano will take care of me" You pull him close, letting him calm down. "You're hopeless." "I won't regret a thing"

#x reader #male reader #fluff #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #atsushi x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader

[ittovera]

… loading 「 internet romance 」

「 lucifer 」 -> vox akuma

偉いね偉いねご苦労様 ( well done, thank you for your hard work ) -> lucifer。¿? shimon

characters: vox akuma

summary: falling in love with vox akuma over discord.

word count: 1.0k words

content: fluff

a/n: part of my 「 internet romance 」 collection (*´∇｀*) sorry it took so long for release !!!

it wasn’t like you were nervous or anything, but it was always a little nerve-wracking to experience something new for the first time. it’d been a while since you were introduced to the wonderful world of nijisanji, and it was about goddamn time you joined a fan server to meet other fans like yourself.

a spur of fans welcomed you with the discord welcome function. you grinned to yourself, replying back with semi-enthusiastic “hello!”s as not to seem too overexcited.

server daddy: welcome to the server~ we’re elated to have you here 🫶

millayyyy: stop being cringe 😬

server daddy: you’re just jealous you have negative rizz

ennaurrrr: the only person with negative rizz is mfing reimu endou

petra’s wife: stfu fucking enna alouette you literally hate me im not even part of this conversation

ennaurrr: yet you’re here ???

petra’s wife: 🫵 you're 😩 literally 🤢 horrible

server mom: calm down honeys you’re going to scare the new member 🫠

server daddy: okay calm the fuck down, let me talk to the newbie

you: 😃

you laughed to yourself as the group kept bickering in main-chat. it seemed slightly strange, but hilarious nonetheless.

were people in the nijisanji community this wild?

as the person supposedly ‘enna’ bickered with someone called ‘reimu’, server daddy himself, albeit his server nickname, sent you a dm.

his username was actually vox akuma, so vox was probably his name.

vox: sorry about them, they’re always unhinged.

you: it’s nothing !!! they’re super funny, and it just means they really cherish each other.

vox: wow, i don’t know if you’re seeing things or just really optimistic

you: it’s how i roll ✌️ no way you’re one of those gloomy types tho ???

vox: there’s a difference between gloomy and sexy/angsty.

you: is that what you’re going for 😃

vox: :)

you: okay, sexy/angsty, teach me how to have w rizz, if you have it (supposedly)

vox: are you doubting my rizz right now?

you: 🤡 maybe

vox: alright, i’ll give a rizz demonstration. hop on vc with me right now.

albeit a little skeptical at what was about to happen, the adrenaline and excitement from your hilarious conversation with vox fueled your urge to accept his call.

the first thing you heard when you got on the call was the smoothest voice you’d heard in your lifetime.

“well, hello there, darling.”

you were definitely, totally, only slightly taken aback. blushing from your head to your toes, at least that’s how it felt, you muttered a small “hello”, to which you received a hearty laugh as a response.

“told you my rizz was phenomenal.”

“your rizz is literally lowering by the second i don’t even know what you’re talking about.” you laughed, the self-confidence in his statement throwing you off.

“sure darling, sure. and where’s your rizz?”

“me?” you questioned, and he “mhm”ed for you to continue.

“well, babe,” you dropped your voice by an octave, attempting to sound swag, before bursting into a fit of giggles after vox snorted when hearing your voice.

“you are hilarious, i mean it. and adorable, at that.” he said, and the words came out of his mouth with such warmth you could imagine the smile on his face.

as the conversation continued throughout the night, you found out that somehow, you and vox had a lot of the same interests, talking for hours on end, and it happened the next day, and the next, and the next.

vox could feel himself sinking into what seemed like honey, sweet and sucking him in, keeping his heart fluttering in his chest incessantly. he knew it was stupid, to fall in so deeply with someone he’d just met, on discord, too. but it was the way you two clicked, the same conversations on the tips of your tongues and the sound of your laugh.

he was utterly enamoured with you. he groaned as he leaned back in his chair, always confused as to what to label your relationship. he’d done his best to try to push your relationship forward, but he was still unclear on what you thought due to the flirty nature of your relationship. were you serious? were you not? it flustered him.

he couldn’t take it anymore. you’d usually be on call with him already at this time, but something was probably holding you up. he pulled out his phone to send you a message.

vox: darling, are you home yet?

you: you make us sound like we’re married 😭

vox: do you not want to be married to me? 👁️

you: that’s not what i mean !!!

vox: then what do you mean

you: i’m getting home soon, i’ll call you to talk about it 🫶

the last heart at the end of ur message sent his mind into a flurry. what did you even mean by that? you were truly adorable, and there was nothing he could do to suppress the feelings that bubbled up in his chest.

about half an hour later, your call arrived, and he promptly accepted.

“vox?”

“hello. the trip home was nice?”

“yeah! but… i wanted to just talk about us.” you said.

your unsure tone frightened him just a little bit. and with his heart beating wildly out of his chest, he gathered the courage to open his mouth and speak.

“you know, y/n, really, i—”

“i like you.”

and with that, vox stood still for a moment, processing your words in his head. you just said that you liked him. his heart pounded even more erratically, but somehow he regained his calm.

“gosh, darling, you beat me to the punch. i wanted to say that first.” vox mused.

your flustered laugh resonating from the other end of the call only made him fall for you more.

#☁️ veetubers #☁️ vee’s #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijien #nijien x reader #nijisanji en x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader

[kitorin]

OUR SPRING

009. flowers

"Just do it" It's good advice from Yoichi, but unfortunately it doesn't help when you're nervous beyond words and could ruin someone's entire life and career if this charade of yours fails.

It's not like you were uncomfortable around Chigiri, in fact it was the complete opposite. He's a lot more than a play pretend partner for you, a genuine friend you feel like you could rely on, someone who you felt safe around.

His plan had worked on your behalf, you've been free of sex jokes since you and Chigiri walked out of that janitor's closet, no more rizz comments every time Kira approached you. Sure, strangers still approached you, but they did it out of curiosity and congratulated both of you.

The media wasn't responding negatively, fans around the world were begging to see who you were, buzzing with interest.

Now, all you had to do was entrust the rest of the deal to Chigiri.

"y/n, over here."

The red head calls out to you, as you're about to walk into the library. Unlike how it typically is at school, his hair was done messily, instead of the usual intricate braid. It's also the first time seeing him out of school uniform (photo shoots don't count), white collar of a button up shirt peeking out of his wool jumper. A shoulder bag was slung over his left shoulder, one of his arms wrapped around a bouquet of flowers, the pastel shades of pink, purple complementing the white flowers and the sage green leaves. A black mask concealed the lower half his face.

"Chi- Hyoma, hey."

You were awkward. Really awkward. What are people supposed to say when they great their boyfriend, who technically isn't their boyfriend? All you could do was hope that anyone nearby didn't care enough about celebrity dating or simply didn't know who Chigiri was.

He doesn't seem to find though, as a grin spreads on his face. With his dimples and the way his eyes disappeared, made it contagious it was hard not to smile too.

"For you, my love." Chigiri hands you the bouquet of flowers, you accept shyly. Not only it was your first time receiving flowers, but you'd never expected your first to be from an idol you were fake dating. His romantic action slowly gains attention, a few girls walking past and whispering enviously how they wish it was them, and a group of boys calling out "w rizz'.

"Thank you darling." You cringe a bit at the pet name, it wasn't even that bad, it just felt wrong calling a friend that. "I love them!" Unlike the attempt at using a pet name, your exclamation was truthful, making it a lot easier for you.

"Let's go inside, shall we?" Chigiri reaches out a hand, and by now the strangers nearby were swooning, regardless of whether they knew who he was or not.

You accept, fingers intertwining with his, as you go to your designated room.

"y/n, this literally doesn't make sense."

What was initially a 'study date' became a confused tuition session, with Chigiri staring in disbelief how you're able to do math well with ease.

"Okay, all you have to do in sub in the values into quadratic formula, it'll work as long as it's in standard form, which is ax squared plus bx plus c." You write down the process with your explanation, but it doesn't seem to help.

"But the answer comes out as a long decimal, doesn't that mean it's wrong?" Gosh he wasn't lying when he said he struggles with math.

"Hyou, I hate to break it to you, but we've reached the age where annoying numbers doesn't guarantee that it's wrong."

But he completely dismisses your clarification, now grinning like an idiot.

"You called me Hyou. Not Chigiri. We're not on last name terms now."

"That's lovely, but that will not make you pass this exam, Chigiri Hyoma."

"No- Go back to Hyou, please? If Rin finds out you called me by my full name I don't think I'll ever see the light of day again."

"Then, Chigiri Hyoma, I advise you at least attempt the first question to avoid that." You continue with the formal tone, finding his reaction to his full name hilarious. "Why are you studying though? You're successful enough without academics and college." You had assumed the same for Rin, but it turns out he was actually considering a change to sports psychology instead of entertainment.

"Hmmm, I guess it's just interesting to have goals outside of work. It'd be cool for my image if I perform well and do well in school."

Right, of course to someone like Chigiri grades are just a form of bragging.

Contradicting your thoughts, you smile. "For that to happen you've got to understand someone as simple as this." Your mechanical pencil taps at the worksheet. "I assure you, decimals and surds aren't that scary."

"What were surds again?"

Oh my god.

"Am I really that bad at math?"

Together, you walk out of the library and it's already dark, with buildings illuminating the night sky and the moon greeting the world hello. You're exhausted, you've studied for a lot longer before but tutoring someone who rarely pays attention in class was a lot worse.

"Yeah, you are." The blunt and dry answer has him gasping with forged shock.

"How could you... I'm better than Rin though, right?"

"No." Another honest answer, this time he's genuinely shocked.

"Surely not...?"

"Rin knows what the asymptote is."

"So do I, they only touch a line once."

"... The asymptote doesn't touch anything at all. The whole point of it is that the line approaches it but never touches it."

"I was close enough."

"You really weren't-" By then, both of you were bursting into laughter. You'll admit you didn't get as much done as you wanted, but it was fun. More importantly, the awkwardness and tense you felt around him died down after spending hours convincing him that it isn't the end of the world if the answer isn't an integer.

"You're catching the bus here, right?" You nod in response. "I'll wait for it, I can walk home from here."

"Hyou, it's really fine. The bus app says only 5 more minutes."

"I insist, and," He takes out his phone, "Photo, remember? Like I said I'll keep your face out of it. Lift up the flowers a bit."

With the help of Chigiri's instructions you're able to position the bouquet perfectly, it conceals your face entirely but the photo still looks pretty.

"Is this good?" He confirms with you, posting it after you approve of how the photo turned out. "I'll see you at school." The bus is approaching now.

"Yeah, thanks for today." The flowers are held tight in your arms, against your chest.

"I should be saying that, you've helped a lot."

And you've done a lot more. "It's really fine, let me know if you need more help with math another time."

Chigiri nods, accepting your offer. "Text me when you get home, yeah?" You promise him you will, as you get onto the bus and stare at him through the window until he disappears from your view. The flowers remain hugged to your chest, with a smile refusing to leave your face.

EIGHT | TEN | MASTERLIST

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @izzylovestnbhd, @angelchigiri, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a, @mellozhi, @luvlunazx, @oldest-dream-pdf, @misfits1a, @hoshithinker

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

#our spring - kitorin #IF THERE ARE ERRORS IGNORE #MY ENGLISH TEACHER IS GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME #NOW GOOD NIGHT I NEED SLEEP #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk #itoshi rin #fluff #chigiri hyoma smau #chigiri hyoma #mikage reo #chigiri hyoma fluff #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri hyoma x you #smau #social media au #bllk smau #blue lock smau #blue lock x male reader #blue lock x you

[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks…

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?

#twd #the walking dead #twd incorrect quotes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #dale horvath #rick grimes #shane walsh #amy harrison #andrea harrison #enid rhee #back off enid #ron anderson #rosita espinosa #eugene porter #abraham ford #glenn rhee #maggie rhee/greene #michonne grimes #negan smith #simon twd #dwight twd #twd jesus #judith grimes #twd aaron #twd deanna #carol peletier #merle dixon #sasha twd

[jrwis-most-pathetic]

chip

"Have you seen that guy? He is the definition of the most pathetic man. His hair gets all stringy and damp when he gets out of the rain like a stray cat. His eyes get really big and wet when he cries. He literally spent probably weeks without a shirt on because he wanted to show off his cool tattoos. Mans never understands what’s happening around him and it shows." "just fucking look at the man. he is haunted. he has so much rizz yet he has no bitches and only fishes. he would be bisexual if bizly wasn't a fucking coward and accepted he's gay for that fish. he's so pathetic and sad people leap to help him and also find him offputting. he literally got a curse for petting a kitty" "look at him. just look at him. gaze apon ye wet cat and despair he's the pinnacle of pathetic and if he doesn't sweep the entire competition without contest im going to pull an episode 15 with all of jrwiblr i swear to god" "Gets no bitches" "he is literally chip."

peter

"he is autism personified. look at him. his special intrest is rocks and he has a pet lizard named lizard and he was told him whole life that he was weird for being different and unique and that he would never amount to anything and yet he STILL fucks canonically. he gets married and runs away with rumi after become god killers together if he isn't the most pathetic pc to ever grace this podcast i don't know who is" "Legit this man’s whole character is being a wet cat man. A sopping rag if you will. A cringe fail guy who would so much as cry if you said anything remotely positive towards him and would agree with you if you said anything negative about him. He has the nerd boy loser swag with his lizard named Lizard and his rock knowledge and his multiple attempts at painting one blue mug. Peter Sqloint is THE pathetic boy of all time /pos" "Dude idk how to word things but im an expert on noticing how pathetic a character is and i dont actually have the patreon so idk how much he looses his patheticness as time goes on but did this guy not literally apologize for talking to some kid. Hes got a lizard and tried to get a singualr bit of food for that lizard and fuckin dropped it and idfk th whole first scene the way he acts the way he carries himself the way he speaks hes just too pathetic idfk how else to say it man" "He is THE pathetic jrwi character" "I mean. Duh."

#jrwi #jrwi show #just roll with it #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi riptide #chip jrwi #jrwi chip #peter sqloint

[j4y-lvr]

ADOR U! … nishimura riki

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ㅤ"i got nothing to lose,"

SYNOPSIS. a silly dare led niki to attempt to be your silly boy

GENRE. fluff, crack, some angst (a pinch in this part sawry)

PAIRING. danceteamleader!niki x teammember!fem!reader ft. enhypen, newjeans

WARNINGS. unhinged and maybe its cringe since i explained the moves to the placement of their feet, im sorry-😭, jungwon says niki got no rizz(i dont think that's gonna happen anymore but we'll see), lowercase intended, swearing (?)

WORD COUNT. 1.6k

NOTE. MAYBE MAYBE THERE'S ANOTHER PART OKAY BECAUSE I WANT THE FLUFF TO FLUFF YKWIM😇 so yeah I have an idea for omg we love newjeans discog🤭🤞

TAG(S). @sd211 @heesitation

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Time passed and you'd left niki hanging for a great deal of time. His lingering stares while you walked past and the times you felt him burning holes into the back of your head didn't go unnoticed. If anything, it only fueled your hurt. 

Whereas niki thought over and over to his previous moments with you, attempting to spot any fault of his to no avail. Given, he was no mind reader and barely knew you'd been there to here what prompted him to approach you in the first place.

It was the sense of betrayal and how naive you were, to even believe the boy. Presently, you resented him. But you still couldn't find the will to extinguish your undeniable feelings for him. The less you saw him, the more the fire went out. 

It was an asshole move to just ignore the boy like that but then again he is the one that went on with the preplanned bet. And you held against him. 

Every instance he took initiative to actively talk to you, you'd shrug him off and give him the cold shoulder. No remorse because you felt pity for yourself. He got the obvious hint and hadn't tried in a while. And that was what let you down a bit. 

It's not like you were expecting him to pester you till you forgave him. The resistance in his attitude towards you made you feel guilt, though he was the cause for this mess. He could apologize and it'd vary if you'd accept. You let the fact marinate for a bit. 

Yet his words of confession stuck with you. "i like you," you did but couldn't find yourself to forgive him without any words of concern, which niki seemed more than eager to do. Ultimately, you were the one stopping him for explaining. 

You would hear him out, not for the sake of it but because you wanted to prove his words to be true. So what was really stopping you from doing so? Now that thought pierced through your line of thoughts and you remained stumped. 

You huff and head to an empty space to blow off steam and whip out your wireless headphones, playing music of your choice. Freestyle wasn't something you were confident in, let alone dancing in front of a crowd. 

That was before niki came along and helped you progress and overcome your fears. You begin pouring out your amass of queries into expression and skip around the room, relieving your pent up frustration.

Unaware that niki stood right outside the door listening to the sound of your moves and the squeak of your sneakers. You spin and dramatically hit the floor, twisting your ankle, your sudden imbalance tripping after an aggressive sequence of moves. 

The thump startles the boy and he jumps to grip on the handle, hesitating before clicking the entrance open. Your pained snarl to the impact leaves you curled up on the floor with your hair splayed out on the floor. You did not want to call for help, not after the recent turn of events. 

But help just happened to be a door away. Niki waltzed in and bent to his knees, your expression pained and pale from the nasty fall, "are you okay?" 

Your ignorance wasn't the question here, but his kindness. He was looking out for you even though you'd been a total asshole to him and that's what's got you pooling tears in your eyes. Mixed with the pain shooting for your ankle and the swell from the depth of your heart. It yearned for the sweet boy yet you weren't all that sure if he was sweet.  

He appeared from amidst the door and kneeled, inspecting your ankle and how great the damage was due to the nasty fall. It'd hardly been a few minutes and the swelling had begun. Earning no answer from you, he voices his concern once again, "are you okay?"

Three words was all it took for the tears pooled in your eye to water. You restrained any from falling further, panning away from him though your tears threatened to cower over the ledge. Despite your harsh and self centered attitude, the ignorance you showcased had not sprung any sort of resentment or negative emotions in him.

Here you were, judging the boy way too hard all over eavesdropping into his conversation with his friends. Even if it was a dare, had you cared to stop and think whether niki would actually lie about harbored feelings for you. Now, lying seemed highly improbable and cruel but he didn't seem like that kind of person.

But he seemed like someone who'd carry out a dare for his pride? Your reasoning was far too biased and jumped to a conclusion before you could hear him out and listen to him with no clear judgment. The entire time, he was asking you to lend your ears to listen and you were busy rejecting his every attempt because of your pitiful assumption.

You were the asshole right now, not him.

If niki was the douche bag in this situation, why would he be kneeling beside your wounded self and searching for a first aid kit for a scrape band? Either way, your ignorance and assumption is what caused this all to go south.

Your own trains of thoughts and self realization pushed a river of tears over the ledge and you sobbed silently, due to both the throbbing pain erupting violently in your heart and the pain shooting up from your ankle. A crack of a sob made niki whip his head towards with his eyes wide as he gripped onto the kit and practically ran across the room and slid onto his knees by your side.

He grabbed the band and freed it from the packaging, being careful with your twisted ankle and slid your shoe off with ease. Your hands helped your sock off and he scooted closer and bent down, still a good distance away from your foot, and wrapped the band carefully.

His concern, care and confession all were tell-tale signs but nonetheless your doubt caught you in your own mess and fueled more tears to dribble down your cheeks and fall to the wooden floor boards while Niki finished wrapping the band on your bruised ankle. He retracted his hands and managed to glance up at your tear stricken face. No words said, he pulled into a hug instinctively.

"i'm sorry,"

Why on earth would he be sorry? It was you who needed to apologize, and he owed an explanation at most, where you wouldn't jump the gun. Before you could utter a word, he continues, "i'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway, it was never my intention too,"

The way he gently ran his hand through your hair, calming you down as you felt more tears spill from your orbs and onto his sweatshirt. "why'd you ask me out?" you queried, trying to sound somewhat collected from the wreck you'd become. 

"at first, it was because jungwon and sunoo dared me to approach the next person through the door and ask them out. I know this sounds like a petty reason and it was, but that was before I began enjoying my time with you, so much so that I manifested feelings for you. That being said, don't feel pressured to give me an answer right away,"

You sigh, feeling the anxiety bubble in your stomach as you pull away to look at his softly drawn features, now pulled together in a frown with his eyebrows knitted at each other. You had nothing to lose, "i do like you," you paused, the red shade dominating your skin, "i overheard your conversation with jungwon and sunoo in the dressing room the other day and assumed the worst… i'm sorry for acting like an asshole and giving you the cold shoulder."

You complete, playing with fingers as his arm remains snug around your waist from his warm hearted hug. The dip the height of his head brought your eyes to his and he gazed into them daringly. Maintaining that eye contact proved to be extremely difficult as he leaned forward, way too close for your mentality to process. 

Niki searched your orbs for any signs of discomfort and upon perceiving the flustered look, he tilted and sealed the deal, capturing your lips in a soft, small kiss. It was all over the place as you both tried to coordinate with the new experience, having no prior brief on how to go about this. 

You both pulled away and he laughed at the mutual silliness you two displayed, finding it cute. A hand cupped your cheek and his gaze was enough for you to melt away by his touch. "could we do that again?" you prob, the shyness hanging in the atmosphere. 

He slanted against you with a wide smile and pressed his lips to yours, the grin never wearing. The little giggles between the connection sent butterflies loose and wild in your stomach. It seemed better the second time around, figuring it out more so with chuckles emitting from both. 

The laughs drew to silence as he pulled away and softly stared into your eyes no longer longing and set his forehead to yours, his hand finding its way to your hand and clutching it in his grip and brought it up to his lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

"i'm glad I didn't chicken out that day in the cafeteria,"

"me too,"

yes we have one more part remaininggg

#niki fanfic #nishimura riki #niki fluff #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enha #enhypen angst #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #niki x reader #niki scenarios #enhypen niki #niki #niki imagines #enhypen riki #riki fluff #riki nishimura #enhypen series #niki angst #kpop fluff

[undertaleofficial]

Dess presents you with one of four cringe-ass pickup lines! Do you wince visibly or do you accept her attempts at rizzing you up?

#dess holiday #deltarune #deltarune newsletter #undertale #deltarune au #deltarune fangame #my digital art still sucks ass sorry spritework and writing is all i have in the art biz

[f0point5]

Holly shit I wanna talk about all the rumours about lando asking for nudes and etc, look I get it you are young, travelling almost every week to different places and just relieve yourself put leaking his texts from 2020 and now being 2024 like? You had the chance to to it for so many years and now you leak them and for what? FAMOUS PEOPLE DESERVE PRIVACY TOO! Just saying it louder for the people in the back.

Also the leaked texts of Christian? I have never been more icked and cringed out in my whole fucking life, you are trying to rizz up a girl idk age at least have shit to say and not spam calling her to Jack off wtf, his wife and kids being in the same house as him??? Or now they will read the texts too? I would never show me face on earth if I was him tbh also max being questioned about it and saying he should deal it himself is even more embarrassing, I thought horner was a sweet guy but I guess not Idk.

What is your opinion on this?

Leaking people’s messages is fucked up behaviour point blank period. If you are offended by something someone says to you you need to adult the fuck up and handle your business yourself. There is no need to let the world in on that. None. If there’s been a crime, you take yourself to the police. Failing that, block and move on.

But Lando, my sweet summer child, you can’t be shocked that these are the girls you find. I know it’s tough being famous and you’re travelling and you need hot girls that can fly out or whatever but messaging an influencer with 200k followers and fashionnova links in the bio…you’re not making smart choices. Again, there are ways to go about this, and he’s going about this like he’s not famous. I am not surprised his shit gets leaked.

On a separate note, I’m not going to roast him for asking for nudes, but I’m going to roast him for asking for nudes. I fully accept that he’s being a normal guy his age, but normal guys his age suck. Like just…is there anything that turns a girl off more than a guy asking for nudes on Snapchat? Buy an OF subscription and save that chat for the girls that are actually getting paid for this. Again, not demonising him or holding him to a double standard…I don’t like this behaviour from anyone, so he is included in that.

Never read a more dead, dry, crusty chat in my life. Or a more poorly written conversation. This man wears a pinky ring…why can’t he spell properly? The flirting is just sub-zero. This is a man who has not had to try to get a woman since the late 90s. Idk what spice (pun intended) he used in Geri but oof it expired a while back. Not surprised in the least by the actual content, typically nouveau successful married middle aged man behaviour. It’s all so very cliché. He’s stressed, he’s lonely, he’s sexually frustrated. Aren’t they all. They just be like that. No one in that business is sweet, that is a veritable fact. You don’t where he got by being a teddy bear. But yeah the cringe of that chat will never be forgotten.

He very much has a dad vibe to me still, in a very Freudian way. Like, the guy you gravitate to at work because he seems like he could be someone’s father and he talks so well of his kids, but at the same time he’s flirty enough with you to make you feel special in a way your actual father never did and he soothes your need for affection because even though he’s flirting you still feel like you’re receiving approval from a father figure, even if it’s not your father. Ya know?

[maledictus-maleficus]

@allthatisleftinthedark sent: "Night, I am so happy that while Winter is in your court, you two act nothing alike. Both cringe, but you're without the rizz. Thank the stars." ↳ UNPROMPTED | Accepting

         The Void squints at their daughter in displeasure. " What do you mean, no 'rizz?' I was once married, you know. " Insulting. He had plenty of 'rizz' to speak of.

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

okay, okay! then maybe you should tuck yourself in with me for a breaking bad binge (i say this with what the young kids call rizz). i will even provide a pros and cons list for you as to why you should accept my offer.

pros: im warm. i have pillows attached to my chest. i smell good. if you want snacks ill get them for you.

cons: i fall asleep fast and WILL snore. sometimes im convinced i am both walter white and jesse pinkman. i will cringe-ily quote both characters the entire time if you accept my offer.

pretend the cons list isnt longer than the pros, ok?

- leon k.

stop you’re actually so old no way you said that.

your cons sound like pros leon, we can watch breaking bad together if you let me paint your nails.

[chatceux]

i would say i have no real amount of game or rizz whatsoever which means i have to accept that my romantic relationships have probably mostly formed because dudes are lonely and also I’m hot. They don’t know about the cringe until later