— Stars & Space Dividers

guys… i think my vagina is gonna collapse and fall out if i’m not sitting on his dick 24/7

alright see. i have absolutely zero ability to form romantic connections in real life so this is a question that boggles my brain

every variation of this has been asked but tell me. which of your favs do you think you could realistically pull and/or what’s a reason you think you couldn’t bag one

it’s three parts in & i stan kiwi

AL 👏 REA 👏 DY

part three - judas bitch

~kiwi~

[idol!jimin x coffee shop owner!reader]

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a/n: here’s another chaotic update to lift your spirits this saturday evening ahaha hope you all are staying safe and healthy!! lmk what y’all thought and let’s chat!! thanks for reading!! x

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everytime a “traditional” stem major looks at me in horror when i describe how many papers i have to write, i mirror that expression when they tell me that they have labs three times a week. HOWEVER, i’m a psychology major. being a psychology major is essentially humanities and stem combined bc yeah you’re writing papers on the effects of gender in society but you’re also plugging data into programs that will give you the specific type of statistical analysis you need for an experiment and it might not even be SIGNIFICANT so you cry. it’s so silly

being a humanities major who’s friends with stem majors is so funny because you’ll ask your friends what they’re doing today and they’re like “UGH it’s so stressful i have to stabilize the reactor core for my nuclear power midterm and then i have to build the supercomputer from i have no mouth yet i must scream for my electrical engineering homework :/ what about you” and you’re like “oh well i have to read a fun little book and write an essay about gender.” and they still think you have it worse

not a want. a need.

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

Mammon: I ain't got nothin' for ya!

Also Mammon: *does, in fact, have something for ya*

We're not getting paid for this 😭😂

THE WAY I LOVE THIS HEADCANNON LMFAOOOO. c’mere mephistopheles, i’ll give you a kiss 😮‍💨

Ah Yes. Me. My Boyfriend. And his six foot tall fallen angel.

summary: being known for your bright personality easily gets you a soft spot in the hearts of the many people you’ve come to meet and know as you go through university. you can light up a room with just your smile and when you finally meet the guy that doesn’t react the way everyone else does, your eagerness to receive that reaction from him only grows. they say ‘don’t poke the bear’ but of course, you just can’t help yourself.

pairing: kyoutani kentarou x fem!reader

genre: college!au, tatted!kyo, bubbly/happy!reader, fluff//angst; (his hair is longer and cuter now i promise)

word count: 8.8k

warnings:language and slight mentions of smoke/alcohol

A/N: i don’t even simp for this guy how- anyways, ig i just thought he’d be the perfect fit for this. who’d you like to see next? (header will change bc i don’t like it) sorry this took a little long to post!! :(

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welcome to the frat house! meet KYOUTANI!

only in the frat because of his buddies from high school (they forced him to join)

v antisocial because he doesn’t like people.

how he got in the frat? a mystery.

he’s got the dark and brooding aura (i.e. all black, leather, tattoos *mwah*)

spends the parties in the back on the outside patio, smoking.

will get girls from time to time trying to tame him but it never works out for them.

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