#// whole (he/him) ✒️

[the-moon-cycle]

i hate when the voices tell me to give in to my long suppressed queer romantic desires smh 😒

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[moon-cycle-reblogging]

hello, whole here to say that i officially have a separate acc for reblogging now, bc my main was becoming cluttered

so yeah 👍

[inkmchine]

NOTE !

send “ NOTE ” for a note my muse left for yours // still accepting

left on a kitchen counter is a note for her. jotted down on a piece of ink-stained paper. the handwriting is a mess, but thankfully still readable.

‘ went to go look for reels to show you, will be back later today. please dont worry, ill be extra safe careful. wont do anything stupid while im there i promise. - bendy

p.s i ate the cookies again sorry. ’

[starseungs]

to love you like the snow melts. ksm.

kim seungmin x gn!reader — if seungmin wanted to be loved like a planet being discovered, he wanted to love you like the snow melted during the cusp of spring.

GENRE/S — fluff, maybe kinda emotional (or is that just me), slight college au mentioned in passing, he fell first trope • 1.1k words

WARNING/S — nothing really unless you're not into lovesick pining, story told in seungmin's pov, slightly unedited cz idk

( ✒️ ) happy seungmin day !! i think i dissociated while writing this fic cause man... i barely remember shit 😭 i originally had a plan going into writing this but it just got thrown out the window by my brain apparently (also this fic is inspired by one of the results in this quiz cause i loved the prompt i got so much) this fic is a bit short but i hope yall like it <3

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

Seungmin’s eyes love to rest on you. 

That was an undoubtable fact in his life—one that he, himself, doesn’t even know how it started. Yet, the acknowledgement of this unknown didn’t bother him at all. If anything, it was a source of comfort for him; a way of reminding himself of the joy in living. To Seungmin, one thing was for certain: He was given the gift of sight to experience you in your entire beauty.

He first met you in a university lecture, where you simply happened to frequent the seat just a row behind and two chairs away from where he usually sat. Perhaps he was enamored from the very beginning. It was like his gaze would always find a way back to you whenever you were in his immediate vicinity, reminiscent of a magnet longing to cling to metal.

That was also the way he took in your presence as a whole. Seungmin was a man starved for knowledge, desperately clawing for anything he could get to broaden his desired expertise that was you. He particularly loved the way your eyes drooped whenever the lecture of the day bore you, as well as your tendency to make origami on available paper during the times you could care less to listen. The latter always ended up with you blinking endearingly after a successful craft, glancing around the people near you to figure out who to present it to.

Oh, how he wished he had been over there instead, happily receiving a paper star to keep. However, it was your friends that surrounded you on a daily, barely giving you time to be alone. And maybe you didn’t want to be alone—another thing about you that he’d like to discover the truth to. But he thought that until the day he somehow found himself stumbling into your life, he’d have to be grateful to your friends for making you shine the way you deserved every step of the way.

So, imagine his surprise when he finally got the chance to make a mark in the vast expanse of your world.

The opportunity came in the form of a group project with you; the catalyst in which his whole life began to change. Friendly introductions of obligation quickly turned into incessant strings of conversation, bringing the two of you closer. The sheer pace of the development was overwhelming. Seungmin never thought his presence bore enough weight for gravity to grab him by the neck and lock him in the system of the star that was you. 

It was a trip and a half, consisting of countless miles to lap around with seemingly no end. So much, that he feared falling out of your grace—to be like a passing asteroid who foolishly dreamt of becoming a planet. Seungmin was endlessly yearning to solidify his place in your world, just like he always wanted. And still, despite that all, he didn’t show it. He merely laughed when you laughed, stayed silent when you needed silence, and experienced anger on your behalf when you couldn’t show it for yourself. 

Because Kim Seungmin knew that you needed to be loved patiently.

Even throughout the tightrope of uncertainty he walked months on like his life depended on it, he never once made it seem like he was waiting on a move from you. If Seungmin wanted to be loved like a planet being discovered, he wanted to love you like the snow melted during the cusp of spring. 

Seungmin knew that even with the shows of your cheery demeanor, your heart still remained frosted over from your previous winters. That even when your fingers danced their way to intertwine with his, there was still that moment of hesitation. He was forever thankful that you caught him from falling when he did, refusing to let him disappear into the abyss. Yet, who was lighting up the skies of which you lay under to stare at each day?

He longed to give you a love that was true. One where he showed you how warmth creeped in with small trickles of heat, giving you enough time to decide whether you truly wanted it or not. Love that was considerate in the way that it willingly warned you of its presence, but in a way that cupped your cheeks and sang you lullabies. To love you gently as to not sully your shoes with messy, muddy soil of the ground peeking out from beneath the snow. 

To Seungmin, there was no greater gift than being able to be the sign of your spring.

“Baby?” You called out to him softly, a flash of concern twinkling behind your gaze. “Is anything wrong?”

Seungmin feels like he was just coaxed out of a trance, previously being too occupied studying the details of you at the moment, as if he hadn’t already spent the past hour doing just that. A string of golden celebration banners made its presence known in the corner of his eye, briefly acknowledging the once-a-year greeting printed on them. The slight smell of smoke fully brought him back to his senses, finally glancing down towards the cake with a small lit-up candle you were presenting him.

Right. It was his birthday today.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No,” he replies truthfully. “Everything is perfect.” Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, having trouble making sense of the situation. Seungmin has half a mind to think if you would forgive him if he tried to straighten it out with his thumbs as a tease.

“But, you’re not blowing out your candles,” you purse your lips in contemplation. He feels an unstoppable force creeping up to turn the corners of his mouth upwards. Did you even know just how much he loves you?

“I was just enjoying the view, that’s all.”

Your demeanor visibly brightens up. “Is the cake that pretty?” Was your smug question, clearly feeling proud of yourself. “I worked hard on that, you know?” 

Seungmin only smiles. Like he always does whenever it concerns you. That warm boyish grin he had paired with a certain fond look in his eyes that his friends never failed to point out just to fluster him into oblivion. But he lets them anyway. There was no way he could ever deny the truth of how strongly he felt for you.

“I know.” 

Because he always does. 

And as he leaned forward to feel the last heat of the flickering candle before it went out, he couldn’t help but think that the snow had finally melted. His wish had already come true.

“Happy birthday, Seungmin!”

Spring has come.

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[kairiscorner]

❝𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 . . .❞

kento nanami x wife!reader imagine . . . 💭

✒️ word count: 424 💭 summary: your little darlings caught their mommy kissing santa claus... ~ 🍥 author's note: it's pretty suggestive bc it's nanami fucking kento 💝 🎧 song inspo: i saw mommy kissing santa claus by the jackson 5

the sound of your daughter squealing and pointing at you and the red jacket clad man dressed up as the jolliest man on earth alerted your young son to come into the living room, who squealed in return.

their mommy was kissing santa claus in the living room last night.

your eyes widened and you immediately pulled away from him, involuntarily smiling as you see his flustered face. you always insisted a beard suited your dear husband, though he never thought putting on the snow white beard and wearing a santa costume the two of you scraped together to surprise your children would really make them believe santa arrived tonight to leave their pretty mother with a gift for all her nice (and naughty) deeds this year.

"santa's kissing mommy!" your little girl cried out, with your little boy covering her eyes and screaming, "mommy's kissing santa claus!" you chuckled under your breath as your husband sighed and muttered under his breath how the plan to surprise them at midnight with santa's arrival was now ruined. "i knew we should've saved the fun for later..." he mumbled, with you placing your hands on the opposite sides of his face with a soft and sly smile on your face.

"well, at least santa spoiled me with a reward for being the sweetest mother ever, no?" you giggled out, making nanami blush at your boldness, with him easing against your touch, making your children squeal again and cry out how their mommy was kissing santa, it's true! they saw it with their own eyes!

as they rushed to get their daddy and tell him all about how mommy's gonna make santa their new daddy... you pulled your husband closer and pecked his lips gently, treating him for his sweetness and devotion to you and your children, to this little family you both call yours. "you always deserve a reward for being my beautiful and perfect wife, darling." he reminds you with a low chuckle of his own, pulling the beard down and kissing you passionately, warming you up better than the fireplace and the burn of alcohol did.

with the sound of your children's cries and giggles at having caught their pretty mommy kissing santa claus filled the whole house, they'd never let you live it down... guess your dearest husband's going to have to remind you who you really love once he comes back. but tonight... you'll be showing santa baby over here just how much you've been a good girl for him this year.

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kicking my feet rn omg... i need movies of all of these!!!

tropes i'd give to boynextdoor + their theme songs

it's my first time writing here on tumblr so i hope u like it! reading experience would be better if ypu try to listen to the songs! enjoy <3

sungho - strangers to friends to lovers

- song: get you by daniel caesar

𓍯 it all started from the cliché 'i was dozing off and was too sleepy after school i slept on his shoulder without my knowledge.' he smiled to himself once you got off of the bus because he thinks you were too cute.

𓍯 you started running to each other often ever since you take short walks by the park every afternoon, and sungho walks his dog there as well. (he saw you once walking and he started doing the same so he could see you everyday)

𓍯 "can i pet your dog? what's his name?" you slouched to pet the corgi you thought was cute. "sungho." "pardon?" you chuckled. "ah-i mean sochi."

𓍯 you started being friends with him when you offered to walk his dog one day. luckily, sungho lives across the street in the same neighborhood.

𓍯 walks with his pet turned into walks with sungho himself where you would find yourselves eating at a restaurant for dinner. sungho would offer to walk you back home just so he could spend more time with you even though your house is just five minutes away from his.

𓍯 sungho has always liked you from the beginning. you liked him when you two were walking late at night and he was yapping nonstop about his hobbies, favorites, and of course he would also ask about your interests. you realized he's so nice to also talk about you and he wasn't that narcissistic guy who just talks about himself. "what about you, do you like this too? i didn't think you'd like that...oh! i felt like you were into these kind of things!"

𓍯 you never found out you two have met before at the bus until you asked sungho his first impression of you.

𓍯 "ms. y/n..have you ever dated before?" he dropped a random question on a normal day where you'd walk with him and sochi. "uh..i haven't...?" it was kind of embarrassing for you that you've never dated before. "then would you be fine with dating a guy like me?" he stops walking and faced at your direction as the corner of his lips form a smile.

riwoo - second chance romance

- song: everything by the black skirts

𓍯 this hurts because you're in the same circle of friends with him. at first, youre the type of exes who would walk past each other without a word. riwoo's heart would ache everytime

𓍯 couldn't and would not entertain other girls because he's waiting for you to come back

𓍯 he would message your close friends in the circle to ask how you're doing. one time, he found out you were sick and your friends were all busy and your classmates didn't know where you lived so he rushed to your apartment with medicine and porridge and ended up taking care of you. despite knowing your door passcode, he knocked on the door to give respect without actually barging himself in until you let him inside.

𓍯 "are you okay?" he hugs you out of worry. "riwoo, you can't just hug me like this." he snaps out of it and realized what he's done which might have put you in an uncomfortable situation. "i'm sorry." he apologizes. "no, it's okay. i'm worried you might catch it too. thank you for taking care of me."

𓍯 he's very caring and thoughtful even as exes. when he notices you're down, he would anonymously leave your favorite food on your desk because no one else knows you best aside from him. he knows you would not eat it if you knew so he tries his best to keep it a secret from your friends.

𓍯 cried on your shoulders when he was at his peak of vulnerability because he misses you so much and he said he could not handle walking past each other anymore and acting like nothing happened between you two. "can we try again?" he looked straight into yours with his eyes pooled with tears. "only if we both promise we'll do better this time." and from that day onwards, your relationship with riwoo was better than before.

jaehyun - 'i wont give up until you fall for me'

- song: adore you by harry styles

𓍯 this man is a down bad loser in love for you. when i tell you there's no other woman in the world for him, trust me.

𓍯 he likes you a lot but not in an overwhelming way. he just wants to prove he can take care of you well.

𓍯 jaehyun is very open when it comes to expressing his love for you. social anxiety is scared of him because he's always verbal about his feelings even when surrounded with a lot of people. "can you slow down, pretty?" you've been trying to walk in a fast pace because he's been calling you pretty. you weren't trying to run away because you hate it, you just don't want him to see your red face because you honestly love it when he compliments you. "there's so many people can you please stop calling me that?" he quickly catches up after you. "then you should stop being so pretty and cute in front of me." he sniffs like it was so easy for him to say that. the people around you looked in your direction and smiled at jaehyun's remark.

𓍯 would intensely stare at you every chance he gets because he loves admiring all your features. "has anybody told you you have such pretty eyes?" his comment would leave you all flustered. "when will you stop looking at me?" you rolled your eyes. "hm...until you melt?" he gave you the sweetest wink, teasing you.

𓍯 you started dating when you accidentally confessed he's good looking and he makes your heart race. "i bet there aren't any other guys in the world like my boyfriend!" your friend starts bragging about her man. "tch! i bet no one's as handsome and sweet as jaehyun!" both jaehyun and your friend were surprised with what you just said that you started running away when jaehyun was asking you to repeat your words. "what? you think i'm handsome? does that mean you like m—oh my god! do you like me too? are you my girlfriend now?!" he jumps around the street with how happy he was to finally win your heart.

taesan - brother's bestfriend (jaehyun as your brother)

- song: sweater weather by the neighborhood

𓍯 your brother brings him home a lot to play games and you'd ask your mom if she has prepared some snacks for them just so you can enter their room to deliver the food and shoot a glance at him

𓍯 you know a lot of girls like him and you're glad he's best friends with jaehyun because you get to see him hang around your house.

𓍯 although he's not the type to strike a conversation first, he actually looks at you when your brother talks to you and you would accidentally meet eyes with him where you would immediately look away

𓍯 he unconsciously grew this habit of watching out and taking care of you after all the times he has seen your relationship with your brother. one time jaehyun left the two of you at the park after forgetting something at home. taesan would grab the end of your shirt to pull you closer after a bicycle just passed by. "be careful, jaehyun might scold me." no. it wasn't because of jaehyun. it's because he cares for you.

𓍯 he tried to keep his little crush on you a secret because he's scared jaehyun might not like him for you.

𓍯 "hey! you're supposed to wash the dishes today! dont even dare to pass that job to me again and run away later!" you threw a pillow to him before walking away. you glimpsed at taesan who was sitting beside him before you run upstairs. jaehyun chuckles, "ah that kid...isn't she cute?" jaehyun glued his eyes on the tv while pressing the keys of his game console. "yeah, she is." taesan didnt know it would come out of his mouth. jaehyun slowly turned his head to the flustered taesan. "what did you say..?"

𓍯 your first kiss with him happened when you were reaching your brother's book in the shelf. when you turned around, taesan was towering you while he reaches the book for you. your faces were too close he ended up kissing you with consent and that's how you started dating.

leehan - slowburn/first love

- song: spring snow by 10cm

𓍯 he's just so first love coded!

𓍯 the opposite of jaehyun. he tries not to make it obvious that he has fallen for you.

𓍯 the type to look at you when you're not looking. he knows you were looking at him from afar at the cafeteria and when your friend talks to you, he'd grab the chance to look at you the same way and he would find himself smiling on his own.

𓍯 would tilt the umbrella towards your side while his shoulders are already wet just so you wouldn't get rained on.

𓍯 loves admiring you from afar because he gets to look at you without feeling embarrassed.

𓍯 during a class retreat, you got asked by your classmates what's your ideal type. leehan was too dense to realize you were talking about him. "someone with sparkly eyes...and fluffy hair? someone who looks like they'd make a good partner?" you answered. 'hm? is there some guy like that in our school?' he thought to himself.

𓍯 king of acts of service. not good with words but he's insanely good in expressing his feelings through actions.

𓍯 it took wayyy too long before the two of you confessed to each other. it was so obvious to all of your friends that you like each other but you and leehan are the only ones who don't know about it. maybe because you're refusing to believe he would like someone like you.

𓍯 "how could you fall for someone like me? i don't think i'm as good as other girls and you're just...way too out of my league." your eyes were glued to the ground, in a disbelief that leehan likes you. "what do you mean 'someone like you?' you're everything i could ever ask for..." he brushes your hair with his fingers before pulling you into a hug.

woonhak - friends to lovers

- song: this is what falling in love feels like by jvke

𓍯 he's very extroverted, but when it comes to expressing his feelings, he tries to be nonchalant about it. (he doesn't want to be teased by his friends).

𓍯 would get this and that for you because he remembers you mentioning how much you liked it. "what's this?" you asked wonhak who placed a cinnamon bun on your table. "just saw it when i was passing by." he answered without looking at you.

𓍯 would use "y/n, wanna try the newly opened restaurant down the street?" as an excuse to go out on a date with you because he infact have been to that restaurant already.

𓍯 you knew you were starting to fall for him because his smiles started to hit different than normal days. "oh, woonhak? i dont remember you being this cute?" woonhak shyly rubs his nape, at a disbelief that you found him cute.

𓍯 you fell asleep on their couch while hanging around his house and he pulls the blanket over your body so you won't get cold. he started admiring you in your sleep and thinks you have such long eyelashes. he'd flinch when you move and pretended he was doing nothing.

𓍯 "hey! woonhak! look at this!" you were all giggly while playing around the water fountain and he was standing, watching you have fun before deciding to get himself wet and play with you around the fountain as well.

𓍯 he offered to dry your hair with a towel. he'd be so playful with it and mess with your hair for fun. "hey! stop it!" he would laugh and then pat your head with so much affection.

𓍯 you love teasing him that he likes you because he's so cute when he gets flustered like his secret has been revealed to the world, but you didn't expect it to backfire immediately. "what would you do if i do like you?" he says.

reblogs are very much appreciated ><

[kairismess]

:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ their ideal dates . . . (part 1)

featuring: tsukishima kei, osamu miya, and kenma kozume.

🏐 genre: fluff !

✒️ word count: 587

⺌✧❀ tsukishima kei.

🍰 his ideal date . . . going to a museum with you.

tsukishima isn't exactly very interested in going out on dates or spending the whole day with another person, he thinks it'll take up too much energy and time. and besides... not a lot of people are into geology like him. though when you entered his life, all this boy could think of was his undeniably strong urge to want to take you to a museum, and just teach you all about the fossils and archaic species of animals that he knew of–and that was a lot–but he feared it wouldn't be your thing, and he didn't wanna bore you or waste your time.

tsukishima didn't want to be selfish and go to where he wanted, he wanted you to enjoy the day over him. but no worries... all you have to do is reassure his anxious self, hidden under his cool facade, that there was nothing selfish about wanting to spend the day with you, the complete opposite of it, really.

if anything... it didn't matter to you where you'd spend the day, just as long as you spent the day with him, you could listen to more of his cute rambling and info dumping about dinosaurs and fossils all he wanted. he did look super cute like that, you thought.

⺌✧❀ osamu miya.

🍙 his ideal date . . . helping you out in the kitchen.

osamu has always had a knack for food and cooking; it could be said that his love language would be sharing food with you, the one thing that gives him the most joy after a long day, second to you, his dearest. he loves coming over to your house to hang out, and if you were ever hungry, he wouldn't hesitate to make you something–though he feels a little self-conscious cooking in a kitchen that he wasn't familiar with. though if you're going to cook, expect osamu to be there, ready to help you make the best dinner you've ever tasted before.

osamu sometimes gets a little anxious about whether or not you'll like the food, and being in the same room as you, doing what he love for the person he loves. it makes him a little uneasy,overthink a little bit–but when you smile and your eyes light up at the taste of his food... he feels warm and delighted; he wants cook for and with you forever, if you wanted him to.

⺌✧❀ kenma kozume.

🍮 his ideal date . . . playing videogames with you.

nothing makes kenma any happier than snuggling up next to you underneath the big blanket, leaning his head down on yours, chuckling a little to himself when you lose a life in the game. he teasingly calls you his little loser, kissing your cheek to cheer you up right after.

kenma stops whenever you fall behind his character in the game to teach you how to jump up on platforms so you two could walk together, and he defends you whenever you fight bosses you struggle defeating by yourself, saving you at the last moment before your hearts run out, and acting all dramatic when he gets defeated before you–laying down on your lap and pretending to fall asleep on you, smiling all cheekily and kissing your stomach as you play.

he rolls over to his side and watches you play, cheering you on, encouraging to avenge him–and when you finally defeat the boss, even without him... he sits up and kisses your lips sweetly, smiling against your lips and chuckling, calling you his little champion.

[behoright]

ultraviolet disguise l s. crosby

don’t be so naive / you know that you are all I see

summary: Sid makes you apologize after you give him attitude all night.

wordcount: i literally don’t know how to word count on my iPad please someone tell me I swear it’s not too long maybe 4k

song: tonight you are mine - the technicolors

warnings: minors dni! Contains a whole lot of cursing and smut. Quite degrading and rough as well, so please read at your own discretion.

a/n: plotless, plotless smut. poor proofreading lol. When I say I would let this man do anything to me, I mean it. Feel free to fill my inbox with your thots. Love you always.

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“Where is she?”

“Can someone go find her?”

Your group of friends was currently shivering on the sidewalk, in the Nova Scotia winter, as they drunkenly waited for their rides to take them home. All necessary interactions exchanged, and many waiting to happen behind closed doors, only a couple of people were sober enough to round up everyone and finally call it a night.

Sidney being one of them, noticed instantly they had left you behind.

In all honesty, he was cranky and tired, the frustration having built up from babysitting a bunch of wasted people.

“Isn’t she a grown ass woman or whatever. She can figure it out on her own.” someone slurred.

“Alright, I’m not missing our Uber because of this.” Sidney said, making his way back inside the bar with a huff. No one was coherent enough to go back in there anyways.

The place was packed, people happily mingling at every corner; thankfully, Sid had a great height advantage to almost everyone, so was able to spot you effortlessly through the chattering crowd.

As he walked over to you, thoughts and memories of the messiness that constituted your friendship plagued him, his heart quickening pace inside him.

“Are you done or what?” he spoke loudly above the music and chaos.

“Almost.” you said as you barely turned around to acknowledge him.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go.” He replied impatiently.

“I’m waiting for this guy to gi-”

“I really don’t care. We’re leaving.” he said, strictly, inching his body towards you and the exit.

Sidney used his physical edge to push you through the crowd, hurrying you with his haste steps right behind you.

“I don’t need you to do this, you know? I’m an adult.” you hissed as you kept walking.

“Well, then maybe start acting like one.”

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” you exclaimed, turning around and bumping into his chest. Despite your size difference, Sidney felt like he ran into a brick wall.

He sighed, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you into the nearby bathroom.

“What is your problem?” he said, raising his voice while locking the door behind him.

No one was going to use the bathroom until he figured out where your attitude was coming from.

“I haven’t done anything to you, Sidney.” you muttered.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been acting like a bitch the whole night.”

“Woah. What would the press say about hometown superstar Sidney Crosby using this kinda language?” you snickered, crossing your arms.

“Why are you being so… mean?” Sidney’s eyes narrowed at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, fucking, pushing me away all night, like I don’t even exist.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t kiss your ass like everyone around here does.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“That’s NOT what it is and you know it.” he yapped.

“I thought you said I needed to stay away from you. I’m too young or whatever.”

Sidney hadn’t rejected you per se, but at that moment, you both recalled the conversation from a while ago.

The conversation that was supposed to put all flirting to a half.

From both of you.

Supposed to.

“It’s not only that, Y/N. You’re Mike’s niece, it’s not right.” he replied, running his hands through his dark hair.

“Fine! Then why are you so mad when I ignore you?” you prompted, throwing your hands up.

“Not only did you mostly ignore me, you, were fucking rude the rest of the time, and I mean, you’re obviously so fucking desperate too.” Sidney almost word vomited, clearly ignoring most of what you said.

“How, Sidney? Literally, how?”

“I mean, look at what you’re wearing!”

“I meant how was I rude.” you said, making him blush at the miscommunication, too embarrassed to even respond. “Why are you worried about my dress so much?” you teased.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking annoying.”

You knew what this was.

Like a child, throwing a tantrum to get their mother’s attention, basically.

It was obvious to you that bowing down to his ridiculous comments wasn’t an option.

Not yet.

“You like it?” you said, running your hands down the cheap fabric that sat tightly against your body.

“No, I did not say that. I don’t like it.” he muttered, slightly looking away from you.

There was something quite entertaining about rendering a huge, masculine man down to this blubbering of a mess.

“Why not? Is it too slutty for you?” you laughed.

Sidney’s eyes were burning into you, now quite differently than before, as he turned his attention back to you fully.

Nevertheless, he remained silent.

“You holding back, Sid? Why? You don’t want to call me a slut to my face?”

“I would never do that.” he hit back, his low voice echoing in the tiled bathroom.

Looking out of the small window for a second, you sighed. It was too late, and everyone was waiting anyways.

Perhaps tonight you’d throw in the towel. He obviously already had.

“Whatever. We need to go anyways.” you said, walking towards the door.

“No, we’re not leaving until I get an apology from you.” he hit back, positioning himself between you and the exit.

Or… maybe he hadn’t, you thought, seeing that spark still in his voice.

“Good fucking luck with that.” you laughed.

“Just say you’re sorry.”

“I should be asking for the same thing, I mean, you’ve been pretty rude.”

“Because you were rude first!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.

“Do you hear yourself? I thought you were the “real” adult here.” you snickered.

He took a step closer just to have you take a step back.

There was no conceding tonight, actually.

He wasn’t getting any apology out of you anytime soon, and the more you stood your ground, the heavier his chest began to heave.

Unbeknownst to him, you knew Sidney perhaps too well.

He was simply too easy to read, always hiding under the hockey personality facade.

It might have fooled anyone else, especially, any other girl, but not you.

Throughout the months you had spent together, it had been incredibly simple to get to know him.

It was only after he distanced himself away from you that you decided to press his buttons.

He fell for it each time, his impulsiveness and real, undercover feelings exposing him and failing your tests constantly.

“You’re really, really pushing it tonight, Y/N.” he muttered.

“Fuck if I care.” you said, raising your shoulders.

Poor Sid, you thought, such masochistic tendencies he had.

If he could only burst his media trained bubble for a second, you could’ve had fun with that together.

“Fucking say sorry.” he repeated, once again.

He was slowly beginning to unravel, his feelings showing clearly through the tense muscles of his body language.

“Or what, Sidney?”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat.” he said, raising his voice, louder than ever before.

“Oh, there he is. Finally, you’re saying what you really think.” you smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re so fucking spoiled, it’s driving me insane.” he said, keeping the slow walk going towards you.

“Keep going, Sid, you’re just making this more enjoyable for me.”

“Yeah, of course this kinda of shit turns you on.”

“You’re one to talk.” you say, flicking your eyes down at the noticeable bulge in Sidney’s pants.

“We’re at a club, Y/N. Not everything is about you.” he said, rolling his eyes and yet attempting to close the space between you two.

“Then why are you here with me?”

“Because you won’t listen to me!” he exclaimed, his legs still moving towards you. “Is this what i have to do to get you to listen?”

“…Yes.” you whispered, and Sidney felt like he finally was starting to break you down.

“Drop the act, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on.” he sighed.

By now, Sidney had covered all the space in the bathroom, and found himself face to face with you against the wall, your fiery eyes looking up at him.

You had walked around in circles enough with him, literally and figuratively.

“If I could spit in your face I fucking would.” you said roughly, your eyes stuck inside his chocolate eyes.

“Do it, then.” he said, his face tilted down towards yours.

“Enough, Sidney.”

The smirk that you had so proudly sported all this time was long gone, Sid building up enough courage to now talk back to you.

“I thought you wanted to? Do it, then. Spit in my face.” he encouraged, smugly.

“You fucking wish.” you said, pushing against him with your chest.

“Woah, woah, calm down, now.” he chuckled, his fingers wrapping around your arms to keep you against the cold tiles of the bathroom.

You couldn’t hide the way his touch made you feel - you had dreamed to be in his hands for a while, and feeling him now just made you wetter.

Unfortunately for you, he noticed right away, his expression morphing into puzzlement as he took you in.

“Look at you. You like this, don’t you?” he asked, incredulous.

“Never in a million years.”

“Then what is this?”

Sidney’s eyes flickered down to your breasts, the hard nipples poking through your dress instantly giving you away.

“It’s cold, Sid.”

“I don’t know, your skin feels pretty warm under my hands.” he raised him eyebrows, moving his hands slightly up and down.

Plan foiled.

“Is this what this is all about?” he questioned, but you kept your lips zipped in frustration.

Sidney took an impossible step forward, your chests coming in contact.

“If I touch you down here, Y/N, what will I find?” he asked, trailing his fingers down your left arm gently.

“I don’t know, maybe if you ever fucked a girl before you’d know.”

“That’s a good one, baby.” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, seeing you so feisty just… for him.

That was all you wanted, apparently.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours, looking for approval as he lingered his fingers in front of your sex. As he got what he needed, he wasted no time in moving your underwear to the side.

“That’s what it is. You’re just dying to get fucked right.”

Sidney whispered a heavenly oh my god as his calloused, thick fingers rubbed your folds.

“Did raising my voice make you feel all hot inside?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’re fucking soaking my fingers, Y/N. Quit lying.”

He knew he could stretch you out immensely just by using a couple of his digits; but he decided not to, taking his touch just to your entrance and circling your clit, with no added pressure, making your head painfully fall back.

“I’m barely touching you and you’re already moaning. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he coaxed.

No witty come back spewed out of your mouth, the slight relief and building anticipation of indulgence growing deeper within you.

“You really want to be put in your place, huh? That’s all you want?”

His touch had you at a loss for words; you could barely nod in between needy whines.

“Stroke my cock, c’mon.” he said, his voice husky as ever, as he placed your hand on top of the swollen erection that was poking through his dress pants.

It was becoming hard to focus, hard to touch him right, Sidney refusing to dip his fingers at any point inside you, instead just painfully teasing you.

“Oh, you just think I’m going to fuck you like that?” he asked, dropping his hands away from you.

“Fuck no. Work for it.” he said aggressively. “Get on your knees.”

Your knees found the floor promptly, betraying your will but getting a satisfied smirk out of him.

“Look how obedient you’re being now, huh?” Sidney said, his fingers fastly undoing his pants in front of you. “Open up, baby. Let me see your tongue.”

Sidney slapped his cock on your tongue a couple of times before thrusting inside your mouth, not giving you a chance at any action but to wrap your lips around his girthy cock instantaneously, moaning in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck.” he moaned, letting his head lull forward with his bottom lip secured under his teeth. “This is what I have to do, isn’t it? I have to treat you like this, for you to-, to-, fuck, oh my god.”

You pulled Sidney’s length into your throat, your muscles tightening in a gag around his thick head, mostly in order to break him further and to stop his gloating.

“God, where did you learn how to do that, fuck.” he groaned deeply, lacing his fingers in your hair, instinctively massaging your scalp sweetly.

“You’re so much nicer when you’re choking on my dick like this.” he continued, his thighs tightening and clenching under your hands as you bobbed your head on him, thick saliva building at the back of your throat as you somehow devoured him more and more.

If he was holding back any moaning, it was hard to tell, his abs visibly clenching whenever you took him deeper and he, consequently, moaned louder.

“This is a good, good way to say sorry, baby.” he growled, his head thrown back, but stopping your motions right away.

“I’m not saying sorry, Sidney.” you said, pulling away from his cock so quickly that you were left with a trail of spit connecting you back to his glistening head.

He felt his chest fill with anger and lust, desire.

All he wanted to do was take you home and fuck you until you couldn’t talk back to him any longer. He instinctively wrapped his fist tightly around your hair, pulling you up by your locks.

“Look how messy you are.” he muttered as you came to your feet, his big eyes trailing over your shimmering chin, dripping in spit and precum. “Come here.”

Sidney shoved his tongue inside you, placing his other hand around your throat gently. He loved to keep your head steady as he overwhelmed your mouth, running his tongue over yours with no rhythm or caution, simply taking whatever he wanted.

“I guess I just have to fuck this attitude out of you.” he said against your lips as he pulled away breathless. “Face the fucking wall.”

As he turned you around, you did your best to hide the huge smirk on your face. He was finally going to give you what you both so desperately wanted; despite what he said, Sidney’s actions had always proved different than his words.

He hated that he had such a hard time resisting you, that he spent his night thinking about you with his cock throbbing in his hand, but he couldn’t wait anymore.

The rubber band had finally snapped.

Sidney squeezed your ass, your silky flesh crinkling in exquisite pain through your thin dress. He kept marking you with his fingertips as his other hand roughly pulled down your minuscule underwear, letting it trickle down your legs as he directed your ass towards him.

He tried to keep his composure as he pulled your dress up, the traces of his fingernails on your skin illuminated by the small ray of the street lamp that came through the high bathroom window.

It was hitting you perfectly, actually, so much so that he could see the glob of your wetness leaking out of your entrance, your pussy angled perfectly towards him.

“I would tell you how pretty you look like this but you don’t deserve it.” he spit out, beginning to stroke his member up and down your slit.

“You’re so fucking needy for me. I can’t believe how wet you are, God.”

Without warning, Sidney filled you up completely, ripping a gasp out of you as he gave you no time to adjust. His size made it hard to breathe or even keep your legs from wobbling already.

“Yeah, you’re not used to taking big cocks like this, aren’t you.” he questioned, readjusting the grip in your hair once again. “Well, you’re going to tonight.”

He began to fuck you, almost savagely, every mouthwatering plunge hitting your cervix and stretching you to your max. Sidney grunted deeply every time he moved. He knew that as much as he tried to keep it together, you could see the cracks within him, giving into you. But he knew he couldn’t back down without teaching you a lesson.

“Say sorry.” he groaned in your ear, but all he got in response were sweet moans.

Frustrated, Sidney picked up the pace, slamming himself harder against you and inside you. Your body rebounded against the wall harder every time, an aching starting to cover every inch of your skin, seeping within you and mixing with the unrelenting desire that he was sending through your being.

Whenever he wanted, Sid would move his right hand, squeezing and grabbing any bit of you that pleased him.

He was big enough to have access to your every part.

The back of your thigh, or the side of your tummy were covered in his fingertips, flecks of his rough handling beginning to dot all over you.

Your nipples oversensitized, having been rubbed against the freezing tiles through the fabric of your dress were the only sensation cooling you down as he kept increasing his rhythm, his heart pounding heavily against your back.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, tilting your head so he could see you. “Look at those pretty eyes rolling back. Fuck.”

The sounds that filled up the room were filthy, he thought.

Sidney felt primal, taking you in the bathroom of a sleazy bar, not because he had let himself go, but because it pleased him to put you in your place.

The buckle of his bell dinging against his pants as he sped up.

His heavy breathing fusing with your candied moans, reverberating against the empty stalls.

The squelching of your bodies united, drops of want and longing and frustration running down both of your legs, splattering against the ground or soaking his pubic hair - it was so dirty and out of character for him.

Only you drove him to this.

Knowing that he was the only one that could hear this, all of it being covered by the muffled sounds of the raging bar outside, made him grip your hair a little tighter each time he focused on it.

This was the closest he had ever been to your face. Underneath the light sheen of makeup, he could see your skin turning a deeper shade of red; those big and thick lashes he loved so much batting irregularly. He noticed you wanted to regulate your response to him, attempting stupidly to keep your pupils focused on him instead of oscillating to the back of your head once again.

But he could see right through you.

He could see you struggle, with your telling high pitched moans, trembling underneath his touch.

It exasperated him. Delightfully.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you? Yeah?” he asked, almost mockingly.

You nodded, the pull from his hand making the roots of your hair sting more and more, pulling your face in such a pathetic way that kept Sid’s cock covered in wetness.

“Too fucking bad. You don’t get to until you apologize.” he barked, pressing your heating cheek against the wall.

Your defiance was obvious; you decided to keep this little game going a while longer, considering it made him so mad and delirious, pushing his pelvis so forcibly against you that your ass bounced audibly on him.

“Apologize. Be good, c’mon.” he uttered in your ear, doing his best at holding back his groans as he slowed his thrusts down.

Playing was for two people, after all, and he knew the change of pace would be what you despised the most. It was immediately evident, groans of desperation pouring out of you.

Still, you could see stars of pleasure as you squeezed your eyes tightly in anguish.

“Now, Y/N.” he demanded, a hand coming down to spank you harshly.

If it was up to him, he would have kept this going forever.

He had thought about a million ways to punish you throughout the whole night.

You were lucky he only had a public bathroom available at the moment.

He could feel you on the verge of breaking, both in the cracks of your voice, the fact that you were pushing back at him slightly, your body looking for more, and of course, your cunt clamping firmly on his cock through the wetness. He made the decision to keep the thought to himself as an attempt to keep you as tamed as he had you at the moment.

All he needed was to slow down even more.

As adorable as your squeals were, and as much as they made his dick twitch noticeably inside you, he wasn’t going to let up.

“I’m sorry, Sid.”

Eureka.

For once, Sidney had the upper hand. He made you putty in his hands and you equally knew it.

“Good job.” he said, fucking you roughly again.

He went back up to max, tightening his jaw as your pussy sent waves of toe curling pleasure down his cock. He was leaking inside you, precum spilling all over and painting your insides.

“I’m so sorry, Sidney, I’m sorry.” you repeated, his eyes on your face.

“That’s okay, baby. Just once was good, love. You’re so good. So good.” he said placing his lips against your cheek.

The act of tenderness made you quiver.

If you had let up once, you could finally fully let go.

You could feel his pupils dilating in lust as your mouth was stuck open, blaring your sobs and cries as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Ceaseless in his fucking, he seemed to thrust harder as he got closer too.

Sidney refrained from rubbing your clit. He wanted to, yet this was still a punishment.

“Atta girl.” he coaxed. “Keep coming for me, baby. Can you do that?”

You nodded dumbstruck, your eyes crossing deplorably as you kept shaking in bliss.

Sidney was focused on you; he noticed a silver thread of spit leave your bottom lip, your face still roughly pushed against the wall with his force, and he lost it.

“I need to cum, baby, I’m going to cum inside you, fuck.” he hastily groaned.

He growled deeply, thrusting all the way inside you and grinding into his orgasm as his cock let out hot cum within you.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” his growls were deafening, numbing you and traveling throughout the stuffy air.

As you came down, you could feel him spasming yet inside you, his face still furrowed in a heated sweat - he had bottomed out inside ou, his strong pelvis lifting you a couple of inches off the ground, levitating under his gratification.

Soreness began to overtake you as the pleasure let down, all of Sidney’s muscles relaxing into you with a sigh; your heels clicked as he let you back off the wall slightly, pulling his cock out of you as he was still huffing.

The pain hurt so good for you both, breathing against each other as you tried to catch your breath at the same time.

“Look at me.” he said, turning you around so quickly you could have lost your balance, especially after he fucked you like that. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Seeing his usual sweetness come back made your heart swell, a smile growing on your face.

“I’m okay, Sid.” you said, biting your lip shyly.

“Now, what we’re going to do is…” he began after kissing your forehead, bending down to pull your underwear up, “put these on, keep my cum inside you, okay? Like a good girl, yeah, while we go out and grab a ride to my place. Yeah?”

You nodded, aroused that he wanted to keep this going.

“Good job.” Sidney placed his hand on your lower back, walking you to the door. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[weepingchronicles]

Can I request a yandere viktor before he becomes the herald of machines and since after his transformation the love for the reader still exists, maybe it has even become a little dark

of course! thank you for your request. i am not a league fan although i watch arcane– so some of this may be a bit off.

❝yandere!viktor x gn! reader❞

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ Viktor falls in love fast, almost too quickly without even knowing someone's name yet although he does not fall in love very often. Or at all. But when he does it gets intense very quickly.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ He is almost inclined to dismiss you. You're just someone else. You don't understand his work and he doesn't want to risk any bystanders getting their stupid selves in the way.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ But something changes one day, it could be something small like discovering a common interest between you two or a kind gesture. Anything can get this boy hooked. Or perhaps it was something bigger. It took you actually getting hurt to realize his care for you. You weren't just another cog in the machines, you were a whole mechanism.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ After that Viktor tried his best to ignore you. He didn't want you getting hurt anymore because of him. His intentions are often good but he doesn't realize that his actions could be more harm than help.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ And so he pushes you away to isolate himself, believing he is protecting you.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ After he becomes herald of machines his love for you has not only heightened but has become worse. He pushed you away thinking he was doing something good, no, no. That was all wrong. Now he sees he has the power to fix you too, fix everyone. He is going to save everyone.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ Depending on the reader, he definitely is going to bring you with him to his glorious evolution. You can try to run and fight him off but he will never really stop. You are the centerpiece of his entire plan, he wants you most of all by him, forever.

🔩.𖥔 ݁ ˖✒️ One side of him also hates you, he hates his tragically human love for you that he will do anything in his mind that will get rid of it. You just dying won't do, the only thing that will satisfy him is having you with him forever.

[the-moon-cycle]

gothic whore incorrect quotes. i am the chonny jash cinematic universe incorrect quote dealer.

bonus, this time with hmsw because i know you cccc folk go rabid for the 3 kids in a trenchcoat and also The Trenchcoat being friends!

[starzgaze]

Hai Haii!

Random question: you know the Types of people as Animals?? ie. The black cat, golden retriever, golden cat, black lab, ext.

Okay so what type of person do you think Jinwoo, Thomas Andre, Liu Zhigang and Cha hae in are? (Add any other character too if you want)

Also here's a link to a uquiz that started this decent into madness ahhdbd :

https://uquiz.com/quiz/Hg8xGo?p=3738430

Or you can search -> Are you a Black Cat or a Golden Retriever? By miacathart

(I got Golden Cat as a result btw if your curious.)

Honestly no pressure. You kinda seem like your going through it so I thought this could be a silly thing to cheer you up, even for a moment.

cheers,

✒️ nonnie

HII ✒️ NONNIE and erhrhrh dw about me im just err... going through it TOT but nice to see you again www also you're a golden cat?? so like... orange... right... u and me r twins

anyway yeahh!! i know about that and i think i got like... golden cat or orange cat in some quizzes and i meaan yeah I'm low-key air headed something is in my head and its not my brain nonnie!!

oh I've thought about that i think like wayyy way back i think it's like widely accepted that jinwoo is a black cat and i mean... i also agree but not the fact his whole fashion sense is just black black black but there's symbolism here and there such as black cats are seen as a symbol of death or bad luck is looming over you, mostly negative symbolism or ties with death which is fitting for our shadow monarch

not to mention have you seen those cat videos in the internet? especially the black cat videos where sometimes they're basically liquid and merges with their surroundings if it's reallyyy dark? yeah that's jinwoo can't convince otherwise, also the attitude?? jinwoo is a teeny weeny atleast sassy atleast, it's funny though.

also he fits it over all vibe too, he seems pretty distant at first but once he warms up and garners affection for you he wouldn't leave you alone even if he seems a bit distant.

for thomas I personally think he would be a dog type but not particularly a golden retriever or black lab either, probably a different breed of big dog that's purposely high maintenance and difficult to take care but also fiercly protective and loyal just how he is. probably a great Pyrenees or dogs that's mistakened as a lion or some big animal lmfaoo

he's huge and wild bro!! a bit violent here and there but it was mostly out of survival for him and his guildmates. other than that though i imagine he's a lovable guy like probably really nice to hug and hang around with like a big dog, not to mention he sort of has the attitude of one if you squint.

okay listen to me with zhigang. that man is not any of the listed animals if I'm being fr... zhigang would be a rooster... hear me out

actually not really a rooster only i had some other ideas or for other animals but none of them were mammals and mostly birds soo, he would be a bird. zhigang's personality is PROBABLY extroverted and a bit loud but it's fine because its liu zhigang

he seems to be a morning person to me, being a martial artist enthusiast and all. it's part of his routine to wake up early and drag any unfortunate person to his morning exercise and stretches that is soul crushing from how painful it is. also don't even try to sleep through his first call out to you for the morning exercise, he will become your personal rooster so just you can accompany him.

cha hae-in.... i honestly think she's a white cat just to contrast jinwoo but she's more of an angel to be with in general or I'm just biased to girls... anyway she seems more aloof and quiet compared to an orange cat or any dog breed except for a few probably but to me she's a cat from just how she strut in those panels lmfaoo

she seems to be the type to just space out or listen to you quietly before giving her own advice. hae-in is also elegant like a white cat bro have you seen her move or act? she's so poise and pretty especially when fighting with a sword.

but also she acts like a cat with her quiet... judging eyes or maybe out of the blue truthful words like cats that literally just swats you for no reason, just like how hae-in is with her advice that sometimes seem too blunt at times. (probably a reason why jong-in doesn't let her deal with conferences) but she's a great friend to be with! gentle and kind like a white cat heuughh i love her cutie patootie she's a girls girl

okay last one i talked about this one with some people and I'm sure about jinchul being a dog type but i have some thoughts on what type he would be or what breed. now that I've thought more about it, shiba inu would fit him ya know? intelligent dogs that's known for saving it's owners from danger and calamities just how jinchul save hunters and try to protect them and alsoo sort of has a resemblance to them lmfao

but he also fits being a border collie! that dog breed is known for herding sheep and protecting stuff! the breed is alert, loyal, and intelligent soo yeah i can also see jinchul being this type of dog too lmfaoo but probably an older one too just seeing how low-key tired he is judging from in game dialogue you can see whenever you meet him inside of the lobby

he's protective and attentive so what's not there to love? he's soo pookie I'm gonna squeeze him into a pulp someone stop me

also extra my sister told me she sees jinwoo as a ferret and i mean.. i see it actually and all this animal personality talk made me wanna do a hybrid au with these cutie pies i have ideas running in my head now

[happyely2]

Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ | The rating will be red this time, so if you are a minor skip this reading or highlight your age in your bio.| sex scenes, cuddles, and much more very explicit.

Summary: 31 prompts for 31 days of October. Life on Moby Dick is always hectic and has become more so since Ace boarded this ship and became part of the family.

✒️Prompts taken from the contest (even if I don't participate) organized by the Italian Fanwriter page. I only translated the prompts into English, I hope you like it.✒️

🌊Writober PumpSea🌊 #day 2 - Stump

The newspaper had arrived as usual early in the morning and had been dropped onto the main deck.

"They upgraded the new kids sizes!" Halta had said as he quickly entered the dining room with the new wanted posters.

In a short time the bets had already started.

"Who is this straw hat?" Satch looked at the poster of a new novel that roamed the northern sea.

"Did you say straw hat?" You asked, taking the poster from Satch’s hand and looking carefully at it, a straw hair, a thirty-two-tooth smile you knew well, a wound under your left eye. That was Luffy, Ace’s younger brother.

"ACEEEE! Your brother just got a new bounty!" You shouted to get the attention of the guy who had just entered the kitchen. You knew how proud Ace was of his little brother.

"I can’t believe it! The wretch did it in the end." Ace said, taking the bounty you gave him and smiling at you. Yeah, even if they weren’t blood brothers, that smile was the same.

"Sooner or later you’re gonna have to introduce me to all of you, brother." You said by leaving a kiss on his naked shoulder. Ace had started spinning shirtless, partly because of the amount of muscle he had put on at that time by training with the other commanders.

"I hope as soon as possible, you two will get along just fine." Ace said kissing you on the forehead.

"Avoid them early in the morning or do them in private." Satch threw himself on you two, holding you warmly and Ace with a little more strength.

He hadn’t gotten used to the idea of you two. Or rather, she still didn’t want to accept the fact that her little sister had found a boyfriend and had grown up as a woman.

"Satch!" You both called him and laughed at each other.

"Little sister! You must come here now!" The voice of one of Dad’s nurses distracted you for a moment and allowed you to remember the commitment you made with them.

"I have to go, see you at lunch, Ace." You said by getting out of Satch’s grips and kissing Ace on the lips, you went to the nurses to help them with the inventory for the medicine.

"See you after Love." Ace said earning an increase in strength in Satch’s iron grip.

"What did you do Ace! Before he greeted me too, now only you exist!" Satch was playing the exasperated, overprotective older brother.

"Satch isn’t just our little sister anymore, she’s Ace now." Izo had slapped him on the shoulder and laughed, he was the most normal of all.

"ACE!" But Ace had turned into a flame and slipped away, had taken a fast sandwich and had gone out at great strides: "I’m going to show Dad the size of Luffy." and he had gone away among the other companions.

"These young people of today."

"Satch we all know that you want to go back to their age stop." Marco had said by hitting the chef with the newspaper. The room was soon filled with laughter over laughter.

The hours had passed quickly and you the girls had decided to take a short break with the tea that you love brought a few minutes before.

"Today I did not have time to read the newspaper, have you seen the photos?"

"What photos?" You asked closing the notebook of your notes. You had to make a large supply of medicines at the next landing.

"Shanks the Red! Look here, little sister." His size had arrived in front of you and you couldn’t help but say that the photographer in question had been very good at capturing the close-up of Shanks' face.

"There’s a whole picture in the paper."

All the girls rushed to see him and soon began to sigh.

"Have you seen what a man he is?!"

"The scar looks great on him! When I would give to kiss him."

"Just kiss her? Honey, I could do anything with this man."

And then the comments started to arrive, you were used to it and you weren’t shocked.

"But the L rule? This man absolutely spoils it!"

"Of course."

L rule? Now what were they inventing at that time? Your sisters were pretty gossip about sex and most things and you had learned by listening to them.

"Sis, what do you think?"

"Me? Hmm, Shanks is a handsome, mature man, maybe he can do a lot of things... even though he’s missing an arm." You answered by looking at the photo. No, he wasn’t ugly at all, he was handsome and dangerous, he was still an emperor.

Maybe you shouldn’t have made such a strong comment, also because the girls had gone crazy and you got caught between gossip and shrieks of euphoria for that detail of the missing arm that generated allusion without any censorship for all the time that the newspaper was opened and for every photo that came from there to little, All this lasted until lunchtime when you finally got out because you had your date with Ace.

And there too there were comments. You would have wanted to kill them for what they told you, they needed a man in their life, a good one to satisfy them to avoid things like that.

You wouldn’t have expected, as you walked, to be grabbed by the arm and brought into Ace’s room.

Ace had just kidnapped you and shut your mouth, his look didn’t promise anything good, he seemed to be pissed.

God, what happened? What did Satch do? Did he say too much?

You tried to say something, but Ace’s hand was pressing on your lips, and what came out was just a bunch of wadding sounds.

"Why is that?" she asked, looking straight into your eyes.

What the hell he was talking about.

"I heard you with Dad’s nurses." He then said by locking the door behind you and releasing your mouth but not the arms that were anchored to the door.

"Ace what do you want..." You realized shortly after what Ace was talking about and you were speechless.

You did not expect to see Ace so jealous, in short, everyone knows that Shanks is a big deal and you spontaneously said it while chatting with other nurses of Dad (they also gave you right) Now you find yourself on the wall with your hands pinned over you by Ace: "So that guy with his Stump could give you the same pleasure that I give you?"

Fuck.

He’s jealous as hell.

"What are you thinking, Ace!" You said trying to free yourself. Or you would have fixed it properly, starting from those soft cheeks that he found himself, as he dared only think that you would bang Shanks the red, He could be your real biological father for how long you deferred age had.

Ace weighed you down and carried you on his bed, tying your hands with his red pearl necklace. If you wanted to stop him, you could have freed yourself easily, that’s what he wanted to tell you with his gesture.

"Ace... Honey listen, we were just chatting with the girls. It’s obvious that I prefer making love to you than to Shanks!" You told him to jump off the mattress and face him right in the eye.

"Sorry, and that... I overheard the comments and I don’t know what got into me." In the end, Ace wasn’t angry, like he could be with you, but he felt such jealousy while you were talking about the emperor and he got a little carried away.

You smiled at him, rubbing his nose with his and he kissed you passionately until brought back on the mattress.

"But still, I can give you more pleasure than that." It had become a matter of principle.

You laughed softly while you hooked your legs to his and kissed him again.

"I don’t know, why don’t you show me?" You deliberately provoked him, because you liked his possessive and dominant side in some situations, but you loved his sweet and passionate side.

Ace took the challenge on the fly, grinning and starting to kiss your neck, biting a little bit harder into the soft skin and leaving a showy mark on your white neck. Her hands slipped on your blouse that was opened without too much ceremony revealing the swimsuit that you were wearing as a bra that day, a piece with two small triangles that did not cover even a quarter of your busty breasts.

Ace looked at you with a slightly more perverted smirk and you brushed against him in response.

"Did you have an appointment with someone?" He whispered to you in your ear, her warm breath gave you little chills of pleasure.

"Who knows, maybe you, maybe not." You answered by holding back a groan when her hand pulled off a triangle of your costume to tightly squeeze the breasts underneath it. You found yourself standing on the side with your hands still tied by the necklace, staring at the bedroom door while Ace was behind you.

You settled back with your hips and felt his presence touching your butt and a groan came out of your lips.

God, he was hard and big.

Ace smiled at you as he bit your neck and another groan left your lips, he was playing dirty, so dirty because he went to get your sensitive points.

"Aceee..." His name was the only thing you could say when you heard her never touch your breasts and play with them. Your boobs were taken, squeezed, lifted, rubbed against her rough palms, and not to mention her nipples, Ace knew they were your weak spot, so weak.

He had pinched them a little with his fingertips and they had become hard in a short time, you needed more attention but they were slow to arrive.

You protested in the kiss he gave you by turning your neck and slightly pulling your hair.

And then he went down to kiss your breasts and other moans came out of your mouth when he started sucking one nipple hard and squeezing the other between the middle finger and index finger while his other hand was going down to your shorts to get him out of the way.

You pulled him by the hair to cut yourself some slack, but Ace bit you harder, leaving his teeth marks around your reddened halo.

A trickle of saliva still connected it to your nipple.

"You’re a brat." You said pulling his hair again, with your hands stuck, you couldn’t do anything else, you could only scratch his back.

"You provoke me so much love, you need to be punished for talking about another man and not just me." Jealous, he was jealous of you and your thoughts.

He kissed you thoughtfully as his pants and boxers reached your clothing on the ground, along with your shoes.

And now you’re standing there, under him in just a costume and a blouse that won’t last much longer, while his erection is pressing against your entrance.

And Ace at that point took more time to act, going down with your fingertips along your hips and scratching and biting them properly, until you get to the laces of the white costume you were wearing.

You were soaked you could see it from the stain that had been created and on which his cock pressed hard.

"Aceeee...." You called his name again eager to continue.

Your fiancé smiled devilishly as he turned you upside down, you ended up on your belly, your ass on deck, and his hands wandering on your ass and your back.

"Who has only one arm could do this?" He asked you while with one hand he squeezed your breast and with the other he penetrated you to prepare. You saw and stars at that time and your scream of pleasure was the best answer for Ace, he prepared you for a while, until he established that you were quite lubed up.

"I can go on or you can’t go on anymore." He asked, kissing your shoulder and bringing your arm to support your pelvis. You haven’t done it that way yet.

"I can go on." You responded by rubbing your sex on his erection and snatching a moan of pleasure, that was your own little victory.

And then Ace didn’t hesitate, he squeezed your hips hard, and he came in with one push in you.

You squeezed the sheets until your fingers whitened so as not to scream too loud and crash half the ship into your cabin.

Ace kissed your back, your shoulders, your neck and rubbed you on your clitoris to make you feel better so you could get used to him. It burned worse than before, maybe because it was a new pose that allowed him to touch deeper points that you didn’t even know you had.

"Can I?" He asked you, whispering in your ear, and then his tender side emerged again to lull and cuddle you.

You nodded by pushing your hips back against him and biting the pillow because your notes had touched shades you didn’t think you would reach. Ace supported you by starting to move slowly within you, at a slow pace to allow you to get used to it, he held you by the right side, while with his left hand he crept back in and your folds to give you more pleasure.

You started to indulge him after a while when your inner walls got better used to his presence and his urges started to get deeper and more confused.

You were dangerously close to the edge, you could feel it from his heartbeat and how Ace had bent over you, resting his chin on your shoulder and pushing deeper and deeper.

"Only you can give me a pleasure like this." You whispered in his ear when the last push came that allowed you to come together.

The bed was a mess of displaced blankets and your liquids, you stayed in that position for a while, until you found a minimum of strength and lucidity. Ace separated from you, getting rid of his column and putting it back around his neck, drew you into a warm, sweaty hug, getting rid of your now-ruined shirt and swimsuit.

And Ace had started to pamper you like only he could, caresses, scratches, little kisses on the skin.

You smeared yourself on him at one point, you on top and he on the bottom and started playing with his rebellious ebony clumps.

"Ace what the L rule?" You asked out of the blue.

"You really don’t know?" Ace was a bit surprised because he knew that the old man’s nurses were gossips to death and laughed heartily as he began to explain that infamous rule: "Those who are tall have small, while those who are short are very gifted." He explained by showing you the two ways of getting L with index and thumb.

"Then you dispelled the myth." You said as you grabbed his hand and kissed him.

Your Ace turned red for that statement but at the same time he was struck by a rush of pride that prompted him to kiss you again.

You both laughed, cuddling a little bit more, until you both remembered lunch with everyone else.

"Oh my God, we’re not gonna be okay today." You said jumping in the air and running into Ace’s bathroom to check for bites and hickeys, that was a lot.

"We could always sneak into the kitchen and get food on the sly." Ace said as he reached out and grabbed his hips.

Two shots to the door made you turn, before this was opened by a kick of Satch.

Or if you were dead.

"So it’s lunch time and we all eat together!" The cook said, looking at you and closing the door a second later, "Have the decency to cover yourself, not to keep us waiting and to be a little more discreet."

And nothing would save you from the gossip you thought while you were quickly recovering clothes to wear from Ace’s closet.

"Little sister but that..."

"Izo please it’s not the time." You told your brother you could cover your neck with your hair.

"We hadn’t seen Ace in a shirt in a long time." The long black-haired man whispered to you, bringing a hand to chuckle, while Ace took yours to calm you down. Satch’s screams were heard all over the ship.

And the whole thing had happened by a simple allusion to a stump, you thought while crossing the threshold of the dining room as if nothing had happened.

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Fall Of Empire

NEW ARRIVALS '6'

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →.- this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

When the first ray sunlight hit you wake up and prepare a little bag to take with you to the royal castle you don’t have much just few pair of dress that you sewed and undergarments. Feeling giddy to start a whole new life that, it is as exciting as horrifying you don’t know what to expect a part of you want to stay behind with hoseok but other part want you go out and not waste this opportunity maybe in the end it would be worth it.

There were three caravans send by the king for the transportation to the castle, one was already filled with bundle of belongings of the one who was selected. the second and last one occupied with men and women respectively. The chatting of the crowed loud mothers listing how to do proper work how to maintain everything around the kitchen to tips to seduce some wealthy men teasing grins and laugh echoes. The same on other caravans, fathers giving fair well to their sons telling them come back as brave knight with a charming woman beside them.

The three knights watch this from the side they had taken all the precautions to leave they’re just waiting for the exchange to end. Ameon had already left complaining how he could not bear to stand anymore on here. 

Jungkook glance into opening of woods for minute jimin pats him on the shoulder yoongi sees that “don’t be selfish jungkook it’s better for her if she didn’t come at all” he mumbles.

Jungkook hide his hurt look he knows yoongi means no harm it’s his concerns “yeah” he whispers back.

“don’t know if the God is cruel or kind” jimin state jungkook frown at him, jimin take his chin and turns him to the side the pout on his lips dissolving when he sees you stands there clenching on your bundle of belongings.

Yoongi watches you with stoic look making you hesitate on your steps jungkook didn’t move either, jimin give you charmingly walking towards you not before giving jungkook a mischievous grin. When he reaches you, he smiles softly at you genuinely. “Thought we lost you for a bit” 

“Forgive me. I was hoping to say my farewell to hoseok, but he was not home” you glance around the crowed searching for said male but found none.

He takes the belonging from you gesturing you to walk “yeah he is not here either.” 

When the two you approach the crowed goes silent and hushed whispers arose from the crowed you nod at jungkook and yoongi as walk by them. Jimin secure you belongings on the first caravan people move out the way as if your ill with contagious diseases.

The three-knight exchange look at this yoongi shakes his head at jimin subtly telling him not no anything. Jungkook’s displease expressed through the frown on his face. Jimin, motion you get inside the wagon where other girls sitting. When you make way towards them some of the mothers hurriedly motion their daughter sit far away from them making you hesitate to even get inside.

“Uhm… there is no space for another sit sir. “One of the girls speak up chorus of agreement echoes you nervously look around eyes always shifting not wanting to lock on the glares disapproving eyes.

Jimin raise his perfect brow at the statement an obvious lie “I am sure we could find some space for her” he said with polite smile his hands taking your palm other hand pointing inside the caravan.

“it’s going to be a long journey it would be better if they are not cramped up” a guy come up beside jimin saying his eyes find your form hiding his disgust he politely smiles at you “maybe you should go back your home, I’m sure they have enough helpers now. They would not be needing you”

Humiliation seep through your skin telling yourself not break a tear to further humiliation when you feel your self tears picking your eyes. Hiding your head down you nod slowly.

Jimin frown at that before he can say anything yoongi intervene calling your name “they are right” he states jimin and jungkook shared disbelief look at this. You take your hands from jimin his eyes held an apologetic look. When goes to walk by yoongi he takes your hands in his you glance at him confused “she will ride with me”

The people around them gasp jungkook and you included jimin grin wide yoongi “smooth” he mouths at him. Yoongi shakes his head the corner of his lips twisting into a small smile that you wouldn’t see if your far but up close you catch it. 

He strides towards his horse with your hands still in his he motions you get on but you stand still shocked at his action taking your chin closing your parted lips “keep it close will you” with a grin he mounts the horse lending you hand “you confuse me” you whisper before taking his hand.

“I know”

Jimin pats on shell shocked jungkook “take notes brother, take note.” His laugh hidden by false pity

“So unfair” jungkook pout murmuring and they mount their horse. Jimin announce the departing to everyone. Yoongi guides his horse to move to the front taking the lead, he commands the driver to follow them.

Before they can move a voice yell at them “WAIT FOR ME” Panting heavily hoseok come dashing out the woods his cheeks were flushed pink,

Jimin and jungkook who was in the back turn to familiar voice calling out they share puzzled look when they see hoseok.

 Hoseok had woken up with pounding headache the wash off the drunkenness he had gone to the river to wash up the cold water had really woken him up the soreness and buzzing of head left him. After that he had packed his things hurriedly yelling at his family that he was going castle to become a knight. The news was very surprising to his parents but overjoyed nonetheless. He could hear the people chatter as they prepaid the sendoff. Making sure he has everything he set out your home, the sole reason he was leaving no one need to know that it’s his secret to keep. But when he couldn’t find you there, he started running to the center of the town. 

“You are coming with us?” jungkook question with excited smile

“Maybe” Hoseok throws his bag on cart that he then hurriedly turns to the caravan that the women occupied looking for you his smile melting away replaced with a frown when he does not find. The girls in the caravan blush as his eyes search.

“Hoseok is that you?”

 he hears your voice call out joyously calling your name he pushes his upper body to lean inside the caravan making the girls giggle “are in there?” he calls out with biggest smile.

“Hoseok what are you doing?” now you sound from behind making the him jump and hit his head. Glancing over yoongi shoulder you watch hoseok stammer over his words.

Yoongi grin at the male “so decided to show up last minute huh!” only then hoseok register that you’re riding on the stoic knight’s horse.

“Why are you riding with him” he asks without any hesitation, the recruits start mumble among themselves making you glance at them and then to hoseok.

“We are already late hoseok, catch up later” yoongi motion the driver to continue the travel not wanting to late any further and knowing hoseok would be defiantly angered and would not hesitate give a peace his mind to the recruits if he knows what is events that lead you to ride with him, he rather much like to avoid that nodding at jimin as he starts to guide his horse ignoring the protest of hoseok wanting explanation.

You glance back at hoseok giving him a smile nodding your head at him.

Jungkook gallop towards hoseok “you can ride me with, come on” he gives him a wide smile adorably.

“Jimin, I will ride with you” hoseok batts no eyes at the knight who pouting at him and get behind jimin who was silently laughing.

Jimin grin as hoseok get behind him stretch his head to get a glimpse of you on the very front “they did not want her to sit with them, earlier a man even said she would no use to the castle. That why he takes her with him”

Hoseok’s face twists upper lips curls into a sneer before falling his eyes on your figure only to see you look back at him the angers melt away as his eyes hold on yours a small smile on his lips.

Jungkook who now beside jimin sees you and wave at you enthusiastically making you laugh a little as you see his whole body shake and returns a wave before looking away. Beside hoseok give him death glare.

As the horse gallops through the narrow path, you see the sunlight breaking through the trees, casting a bright glow on the ground below. The breeze caresses your skin, bringing the scent of the flowers and the greenery something you grown too fond of something that you’re so familiar. As the horse gallops the landscape become more rural you take in the massive fields of rice and people cultivating peacefully, in the tranquil setting with the stalks of rice swaying in the breeze. The two towers however break the tranquil feel of the landscape. It is a tall, imposing structure with guards constantly watching over the area. It is a remainder of the security and protection that the people inside the walls are afforded, even in a peaceful serene setting such as this. The towers provide a sense of security but also a sense of conflict and tension as it seems out of place among the rice fields up ahead stands trees laden with fresh fruits, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze.

As the horse continues the smile on your face slowly starts to dim when the large walls, the dark gigantic walls sperate your life and their life. Your hands tighten on yoongi’s clothes.

There are five guards standing Infront gate of the wall, they quickly open the gate when they see the knight sighing yoongi guide his horse, slowly the horse walk through the gate and the insides seems so…. Dull. A frown manifests its self on your face.

The people move around like they have no life, even though you were spending all of your life you know back home in hoseok home they were so lively, there is chatter and songs and people laugh would echoes they were happy content but the people here are almost miserable, they speak so quietly.

  Hoseok too confused to see the state glance at your equal confused face, he turns to jungkook stunned when he sees the male who was so smiley has blank face jimin too. That give hoseok whiplash, they were both too cocky and energetic as him but now they are dull too.                                                                                          The small children watch with curiously as the new commers moves their parents tug their children’s away, if you thought you had torn clothes some of the people had worse. The people’s clothes consist of dull colors.

“Min yoongi?” a voice call, a young man comes running making yoongi turns to him “the commander order to presence you as soon as you get here.”  He pants crouching down.

yoongi turns to jimin and jungkook the two nods at them, jungkook get down from his horse walking towards you two.

 “Fancy the rest walk with me, y/n?” he gives you his hand understanding the situation you take his hands and let him help you get down as well. Jungkook, one hands on your and other on your waist, he carefully tugs you down.

Hoseok too gets down in lighting speed making jimin startle he starred towards you clasping your hands in his.

“You two take them, I will be back” yoongi instructs with a last glance at everyone he rides towards where the commander would be.

“You alright?” hoseok asks his eyes pinned on yours

You give him a smile squeezing his hands “yeah. I did not expect you come though. What changed your mind?”

You.

He lips curls as he taken your lilted head watching him with a confused look “just wanted to try something new”

You hum believing his words.

   Jimin gives hoseok knowing smile he had heard the conversation. “Come on, now.” He walks Infront his hands holding his horse reins jungkook to hurry his horse guiding the it along with jimin.

Hoseok hands tighten as he follows them through the streets of the kingdom, not wanting to lose you.

The commander’s room is large, imposing space. The walls, floors are in deep shade of black and grey marbles, without a window to let the sun light in. the center of the room is a massive, polished wooden table covered with maps and diagrams at the back of the room is towering stones fireplace, with a massive roaring fire flickering behind the commander who sits at the table. He is man of strict discipline and a tough nonsense approach.  

He looks up when the sound of sharp footsteps reached his ears but stay silent nor did yoongi said anything.

“I did not think you would do as instructed” the commander spoke finally. “For quick moment I feared for the three of you”

Yoongi knows what the commander is implying yet choose to stay silent making the man sigh “I would never blame you for having your own way of thinking, I know your silence and I also know what the mind of yours plotting”

Yoongi eyes held the commanders unnerving gaze without flinching “I am quite pleased that you listened to royals, that what I wanted to say”

“Will that be all” yoongi finally speaks, no longer wanting to stay with the man.

The commanders face falls at detached voice, he walks towards yoongi “yoongi….my son. Do not forget that we just a puppet for the royal family, the commoners and we are not so different.”

“Not for long” he said making his father sigh yoongi turns on his heels without another word.

Upon reaching the palace you and hoseok were separated, the women were escorted to the kitchen’s hall while the men outside the palace. Jungkook and jimin is with him.

The knight requested everyone to foam a two to three lines as he guided you through the palace, it was contrary to what you previously saw. The hall is large and spacious with walls that are covered in stones purple large curtains hugged the windows sculptures and large flowers pots here and there. Finally, the large door to the kitchen opens and the sounds of peoples chatter and clinging of pots and sizzling sound of fire came.

An older woman with dark hair and tired face greets everyone with a smile few steps away from her is group of girls stands. “Welcome to the palace dears, come on in”. she walks everyone inside the “first of I am grateful for everyone for coming. My name is Agnes, I am the head maid. Let get straight to the point as everyone of you are new, you will not get directly into kitchen. You are all expected to do anything the royals demands, from cleaning the floor to tend the kings and royal and noble family” she said with tight smile making some of you puzzled while giggles at that. “These girls will be assisting you, any of you have any uncertainty do not hesitate to ask” she points to the girls that stands beside her.  “You will be staying in the maids’ quarters and your uniform is also arranged if there is any alternation, please inform us”

She nods at the group of girls and motion them meet each other and slowly the both side of girls starts to exchange words soon they split into group two or more.

Emma stands still feeling eyes on her she sees Agnes sympatric eyes on her she gives her an encouraging nod.

Putting on false happy façade she glances around the girls to find anyone that she could help, and finds an odd one standing alone hesitating mingle like rest of them. you stand there, hands nervously moving around puling your small bag.

Emma feet’s takes her to you “hello there, I am Emma”

You say your name with a nervous smile grateful for coming to you “think you can help when I needed?”

“We are in this together, do not be afraid” she answers. “Let me show you the way too your room” nodding you let Emma lead you.

“How long have you been working here?”

Emma thought for minute “three years, but it feels like eternity” she turns her head to you “tell me about your family”

“There is no one expecting me back home”

Emma frown she just wanted to change the subject “forgive me”

“You did not know, it is alright” you give her a smile a sincere one “I never know my mother, my father passed away few years ago”

She nods silently after taking three turns you and her come into hallway where the sunlight barely shines several doors on both side of the walls. “Since you are with, we you can stay with me.”

She opens the second door on the left side the room had a fire place and is big enough to fit twp small beds, two had pillows and a torn yet sewed together blankets. “You can take the bed if you want”

“Oh, I do not want to take away someone else bed. I will be fine on the floor”

She turns away from opening a small dress cabinet “do not fret, it is just two us”

You could hear the sadness coming from her words even if her face is hidden “what happened?”

“She left” Emma turns to you in her hand is folded clothes of two sets she hands them to you “its new I think it will suit you”

You take them from her hands whispering a thank you.

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[taylor-swift-bracket]

Battle of the Bridges!

Round One

Debut Era 🦋

Tim McGraw vs. Picture to Burn

A Place In This World vs. Cold As You

Stay Beautiful vs. Should’ve Said No

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) vs. Our Song

I’m Only Me When I’m With You vs. A Perfectly Good Heart vs. Invisible

Bea utiful Eyes vs. I Heart ?

Fearless Era✨

Fearless vs. Fifteen

Love Story vs. Hey Stephen

White Horse vs. You Belong With Me

Breathe vs. Tell Me Why

You’re Not Sorry vs. The Way I Loved You

Forever & Always vs. The Best Day

Ch ange vs. Jump Then Fall

Come In With The Rain vs. Superstar

The Other Side Of The Door vs. Today Was A Fairytale

Mr. Perfectly Fine vs. We Were Happy

That’s When vs. Don’t You vs. Bye Bye Baby

Speak Now Era 🎆

Mine vs. Sparks Fly

Dear John vs. Mean

The Story Of Us vs. Never Grow Up

Enchanted vs. Better Than Revenge

Innocent vs. Haunted

Last Kiss vs. Long Live

Ours vs. Superman

Electric Touch vs. When Emma Falls In Love

I Can See You vs. Castles Crumbling

Foolish One vs. Timeless

Red Era 🧣

State of Grace vs. Red

Treacherous vs. I Knew You Were Trouble

All Too Well vs. 22 (Taylor’s Version)

I Almost Do vs. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Stay Stay Stay vs. The Last Time

Holy Ground vs. Sad Beautiful Tragic

Everything Has Changed vs. Starlight

Come Back…Be Here vs. Girl At Home

Ronan vs. Better Man

Nothing New vs. Babe

All Too Well vs. 22 (original version)

Forever Winter vs. Run

The Very First Night vs. Safe & Sound vs. Eyes Open

1989 Era 🏙️

Welcome to New York vs. Blank Space

Style vs. Out Of The Woods

All You Had To Do Was Stay vs. Shake It Off

I Wish You Would vs. Bad Blood

This Love vs. I Know Places

Clean vs. Wonderland

You Are In Love vs. New Romantics

Slut! vs. Say Don’t Go

Now That We Don’t Talk vs. Is It Over Now? vs. Sweeter Than Fiction

Reputation Era 🐍

I Did Something Bad vs. Don’t Blame Me

Delicate vs. Look What You Made Me Do

So It Goes…vs. Gorgeous

Getaway Car vs. King Of My Heart

Dancing With Our Hands Tied vs. Dress

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things vs. Call It What You Want vs. New Year’s Day

Lover Era 💘

I Forgot That You Existed vs. Cruel Summer

Lover vs. The Man

The Archer vs. I Think He Knows

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince vs. Paper Rings

London Boy vs. Soon You’ll Get Better

You Need To Calm Down vs. Afterglow

ME! vs. Daylight vs. All Of The Girls You’ve Loved Before

folklore era 🌲

the 1 vs. cardigan

the last great american dynasty vs. exile

my tears ricochet vs. mirrorball

seven vs. august

this is me trying vs. illicit affairs

invisible string vs. mad woman

epiphany vs. betty

hoax vs. the lakes

evermore era 🍂

willow vs. champagne problems

‘tis the damn season vs. tolerate it

coney island vs. ivy

cowboy like me vs. long story short

marjorie vs. closure

evermore vs. right where you left me

Midnights Era 🌌

Lavender Haze vs. Maroon

Anti-Hero vs. Snow On The Beach

You’re On Your Own, Kid vs. Question…?

Vigilante Sh*t vs. Bejeweled

Karma vs. Sweet Nothing

Mastermind vs. The Great War

Bigger Than The Whole Sky vs. Paris

Glitch vs. Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve

Dear Reader vs. Hits Different vs. You’re Losing Me

The Tortured Poets Department Era ✒️

Fortnight vs. The Tortured Poets Department

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys vs. Down Bad

So Long, London vs. But Daddy I Love Him

Fresh Out The Slammer vs. Florida!!!

Guilty As Sin? vs. Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) vs. loml

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[ghostly-wisp]

NIGHT TERROR.

💌: Joel Miller x gn!reader

🎞: The Last Of Us (HBO adaptation)

👥: Joel Miller, Mentions of Sarah Miller, Tess Servopoulos, reader

✒️: ghostly-wisp on Tumblr 

word count: 2616

synopsis: Joel is subject to night terrors — you aren't exactly sure why, they seemed to have come out of nowhere. 

warnings: night terrors, mentions of child death and violence, death overall, Joel is sad :(, angst, brief mentions of suicide, swearing, major character death

Joel Miller has had a very troubled life. 

Even before the cordyceps, life wasn't a walk in the park, but he got by. He managed, mostly for his daughter though. Sarah made him whole; Sarah was his moon and stars. Before cordyceps, everything he did was for her. 

When she died, so did he. Just not physically. 

He couldn't feel that spark of joy anymore, the motivation to get out of bed every morning to work, or like he had anything to go home to. Sarah was gone, so why bother being home before nine? if you could even call the old withering apartment a home. Joel was hollow inside, nothing but a physical being. It's like he wasn't human anymore. There was no Joel Miller without Sarah, now he was just Joel. That's all he was known as at the QZ. 

Joel's entire life at the QZ is working countless hours, getting as many ration cards as he could. He terrified people around him, and for a while, there was a rumor that he was soulless. 

He felt like it, too. That he truly had no soul. That's how he could wake up some mornings and go to work tossing bodies into a fiery pit. Sometimes, people couldn't dare to throw the bodies of children that would come in, and it was left to Joel.

Joel has no real purpose at the QZ, until the day he meets you. 

You both were on a job, working pretty later than most. You said you needed as many ration cards as you could get—you whispered to him that you and one of your friends leave the QZ in an attempt to get any other supplies that weren't left in the quarantine zone. He said he wanted to get as many as possible just so he could leave here someday. 

"Why do you want to leave here?" You ask, "I don't mind it for the most part, there's shelter and some food. More than you'd get out there."

Joel isn’t exactly the most talkative person in the world, he's silent. You assume that he's not going to say anything, after a few minutes you finally hear him mumble something. 

“I need to go look for my brother,” and that seems to be all he wants to share. You decide not to push for any more information on that part, instead you ask him, “Do you have anyone to leave with?”

“No.”

“You should, it's not safe out there alone.”

God damn. He thinks, why do you care so fuckin’ much? “I can handle myself.” You keep to yourself for the rest of the shift – you figured that you’d pissed him off. Understanding why everyone said that Joel was not the kind of person you can just casually be friends with. He's cold, cruel and frankly mean. So, you steered clear of him after your shift, and occasionally when you’d see him in the streets — and you wonder how his search for his brother was going. If he's even officially started it yet. Though you never say anything to him, you never interact. 

Until he initiated it. 

It was during a lunch break, you were sitting at one of the picnic tables, “When are you friend leavin’?” he asks, his accent is thick, you notice that seems thicker than the last time the two of you talked. He had to have been from the south somewhere. “Soon, why?”

“Can I tag along?” he asks, you raise your eyebrows. 

“Why the sudden change of heart?” 

“I uh – I tried goin’ out last week,” he explains, “I had a close call and it’s freaked me out since.” You smile triumphantly, you were right. It feels so good being right. “I’ll have to ask Tess.”

That was quite a while ago, now. You, Joel and Tess would leave the QZ every once and a while in search of supplies, occasionally Joel would search for hints about his brother, he’d even give some hints about him – You found out that his name was Tommy, and younger than Joel. He seemed further than what Joel anticipated. So, the search began for a car battery, among other parts. 

The more time you spent out together, the closer you and Joel got over time, at some point you started sleeping over his apartment. It first happened after one late night trying to plan your next expedition, but you gave into your exhaustion. When you woke up the following morning, you were in his bed beside him. 

“Mornin’” he grumbles, clearly exhausted. You found yourself in the center of his bed, like you had completely taken over. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t sleep well.” he says shortly, “I was reviewing the map all night. I think I have a good path for us.” Though, you couldn’t find yourself to care. You found it sweet that Joel was so concerned with finding his family—but you didn’t want him to be exhausted while you were out there, you needed him to be alert. “Joel,” you whisper, pushing yourself out of bed. “You need to rest; we can show Tess what you found later.” 

“No, I think I finally did it! We need to talk to Tess now.”

“You haven’t slept in hours Joel. Just – please.” His eyes soften, he sets the map down. He thinks, maybe you’re right. “Why are you so worried about me?”

“I want you to be alert, what use are you if you pass out from exhaustion?” you ask him as he crawls into his far too uncomfortable bed. He hums but doesn’t say anymore words. 

You assume he's asleep when you can hear him lightly snoring, he has a slight drool on his pillow as well. He looks so peaceful, not worrying about every little thing and resting. You figured he was a light sleeper, because even the creak of the floorboards gave him a response. So, you reviewed his little notes on the map while he slept. 

He began to stir, shaking, eventually he would scream things still slightly incoherently. Though you could hear mentions of the name Sarah. 

You leapt to your feet and started to shake Joel, begging him to wake up — this was your fault. He protested going to sleep, had you just listened, he wouldn’t be having whatever nightmare he was having. Maybe this is why he doesn’t sleep well. He continues screaming for a little, but something finally wakes him, and he springs up. Glancing around the run-down apartment. When he sees you, his eyes soften once more, and he brings a hand up to cover his face.

“Sorry,” he grumbles. “Happens. Night terrors.”

“Is that why you don’t sleep well?” you ask, you still have your hand on his shoulder, but you move to sit beside him on the bed. He silently nods.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, you finally ask, “Whose Sarah?”

His face hardens, you just asked him an extremely sensitive question. You’re afraid you just crossed a line, that he’ll get upset with you. 

“My daughter.” he says coldly. “She was killed, when the outbreak started.” That's all the information he gives, and that's all you’re going to ask for. You move closer to him slowly, loosely hugging the side. 

Joel Miller did not have a purpose. He had no motivation until that day, you became his reasoning. What would he do without you? 

You never quite filled the hole in his heart that Sarah had left, but nobody could fill that hole. For now, he was content, Joel Miller wasn’t as hollow as he once was, not with you around.

He began to enjoy your expeditions more. It wasn’t just two girls and him tagging along. Now it was him, you and his friend, Tess. You started sleeping over more, he found that when the two of you shared a bed and you’d hold him in his sleep, that his episodes happened less. He could get a good night's sleep, the first time in twenty something years. He was happier, he felt almost like how he did all those years ago.

Sarah was his moon and stars, but you were his sun and sky. The post-apocalyptic world wasn’t as bad with you in it.  Finally, they got almost everything they needed for the truck. Tommy would love you. He thought, someone in my life that makes me happy again. 

You, Tess and Joel left the QZ. It was supposed to be the last time — you never would have to turn back, you could tell that place to go fuck itself, it was going to be you, Joel and Tess against the world until you got to Tommy. He hadn’t felt this hopeful, this exhilarated god knows how long. A world previously so cruel lightened just a little bit more. 

Although everything had to come crashing down at some point. Nothing can be upwards for Joel Miller forever. 

You forgot something back in your apartment, which normally you’d leave behind – but this was a prized possession to you, it was a necklace that Joel had found. He gave it to you once you got back to the QZ. Normally you had it on at all times, but you took it off for some unimportant reason. Necklaces were hard to come by, and Joel had given you this one. So, you agreed to sneak back in just to get it, then you could officially leave the Boston QZ forever. It could be a thing of the past and something you could forget about. It wasn’t that far of a turn around.

“I could always find you another one, I’m sure.” Joel tells you as you start seeing the walls of the Boston QZ. You turn to him, “This one is important.” You reply, “It's the first one. If I’m not mistaken, this one was hard to find as well!” 

“Jesus Christ.” Tess tsks, “You’ve made them go soft, Miller.”

“Shut up, Tess.” you chuckle, looking ahead. 

You didn’t know infected would be so close to the wall, and it ran up on you before anyone could notice. Too busy laughing about some necklace. It tackled you a lot faster than you could ever imagine. Joel and Tess had pretty quick reactions, but just not fast enough. It just was able to bite your shoulder. There was no hiding it. 

The infected lays dead beside you, but you don’t make an effort to get up. Joel is the first person to notice the mark it left on you; he becomes shaky. Falling to his knees beside you, whispering your name. Your breath is shaky – and you feel an anxious feeling in your stomach. 

All for some stupid fucking necklace. Tess is quiet, her best friend is being held by their partner, and all she can think about is that this is for some stupid cheesy fucking necklace Joel found in some store. If you never turned back, if you never noticed that you didn’t have it on, you would be on your merry way. 

“We have to go back in.” Joel says, standing up and dragging you to your feet. 

“Joel, I can’t.” you reply, “It would be stupid if you were to bring me back in—don’t do that.” you say, steadying your feet, fixing your shirt a bit. The bite itched, but you didn’t want to scratch it. 

Joel Miller had so many dreams with you, slow dancing in some house the two of you could find to old classical songs or whatever he could find. Getting gray hairs together or dancing in some kitchen. Tommy meeting you and everything starts to feel almost like it was all of those years ago. He loses it all in a second. Over a necklace? No way. What is he supposed to do without you? Everything only felt possible with you there. He thinks of Sarah, that she was taken away from him in a matter of seconds, a flash – and now you too? Why can’t he catch a break? What did he do to deserve such misery? Such cruelty? 

Joel shakes his head. “No, I’m getting you that necklace, god damn it.”

“Joel.” Your tone is soft, your eyes are watery. You’re blinking back whatever years you had. 

He finally looks at you, your face, your eyes. He's suddenly so aware of your hands holding on to his arm. Begging him not to go. Joel's face doesn’t change, but his heart breaks. He feels it shatter all over again, the wholeness in his heart is gone and you’re not even dead yet. 

“Please,” he begs. “Let me get it. I want you to have it.”

“It’s not going to do me much justice, if I’m dead you know.” He retaliates your grip, his eyes turn watery now, like it's all just hit him. 

“I can go get it.” Tess offers, “You two can stay here and have whatever moment you need to have. We have to go soon.” 

She's right, and you both know it. Soon it’ll be day, and someone will surely spot you if you stand out here much longer. 

“Joel, I can’t turn into one of them.” you whisper, all he can think about is the life he had dreamed. If he had only met you before anything. Maybe if he had been more alert he could’ve seen that son-of-a-bitch coming. You’re going to die because he couldn’t protect you. His reaction time wasn’t fast enough to protect the person he loves. “Sweetheart,” he replies. “You can’t be askin…”

“Please, Joel.” You want him to kill you? Is this some sick fucking joke? “I can’t.” he says, it feels cold, but you know now that that's just his defense mechanism. “You have to, I can’t do it to myself.” His entire being is filled with some mixed feeling of sadness, fear and anger. “How do you expect me to do this, huh?”

Tess feels like she's intruding, like she should walk away. But she can’t, God forbid something happens as well. Joel hopes something runs up on him, too, kills him and spares him from this hell. He wouldn’t have to kill you; you could be infected together or maybe Tess could take both of you out. Spare the misery. You’re the love of his life, and he has to kill you?

And so, he does it. It takes a lot of tears, a lot of shaking. But it's what you wanted. You didn't want to be one of them, and he can’t really blame you for that.

Your last words to him haunts him, I love you until my dying breath, Joel Miller. He finds some comfort in the idea that maybe he’ll see you on the other side, but he loses faith in that with each passing hour, day, whatever. Tess has to be the one to drag him away from you, he's distraught. 

Him and Tess go back to the QZ together. He simply wouldn’t be able to make it through all the miles they’d need to walk in order to get to their destination. They don’t leave again for months. 

Joel's night terrors return, worse than ever. They’re not just about Sarah anymore. Tess started helping him out, just as you would. It calms him, but he doesn't quite feel as content as he did when it was your arms holding him every morning. 

The necklace stays on him at all times, he keeps it on. His last piece of you. Joel is just a shell of who he once was, and Tess doesn’t think she’ll ever see Joel Miller again. 

[kairismess]

❝WE WOULD BUILD OUR OWN FOREVER.❞

🏐 genre: fluff ~ ! ✒️ word count: 624 💭 summary: kenma thinks he's found his forever, and that's with you. he tells you of all the things he's been dreaming of doing together with you in the future, and he hopes that future he dreams of would be one you'd love to live out with him someday. 🍥 author's note: it is now canon that kenma kozume collects sylvanian family cats and names each one of them after his favorite video game characters bc i said so . (also the title is an adventure time song ref TEEHEE ily marceline)

"i want... to live in a cozy cottage with you, well, maybe not exactly a cottage... the inside's like a cottage, just as warm and homely as one, and... i wanna have two cats with you." kenma mumbled out sleepily as he tried to keep his golden eyes open, smiling at you as you smiled at his confession.

kenma wasn't exactly used to commitment, let alone any form of romantic relationships; he had hardly fallen in love, let alone fallen this hard for someone so lovable and spectacular. this relationship with you had only lasted for about four months, soon to be five, but kenma couldn't stop himself from dreaming out his desires; his need to be with you until you both grow old and wrinkly, and love you forever, exactly the way you deserve to be.

you chuckled as you shifted under the covers of your bed, angling your phone's camera so he could still see your pretty face. "what would we name our cats, ken?" "hmm..." kenma hummed, he didn't think too hard on trivial things like that, but these cats, to him, would be like children he'd want to have with you in the future. he wants to be a cat dad, only if you'll be his co-cat parent.

"...link, link and kirby." he declared in a hushed voice, making you giggle. "like the game characters?" "yep... and when we get a home of our own, i'll make sure all three of you will live the most comfortable lives ever, trust me." he promised, his half-lidded eyes about to droop to sleep now. though he toughed it out, he wanted to spend the whole evening with you and make the most of it, even if you were both just seeing each other through tiny phone screens.

kenma yawned before continuing, though when he did yawn, you let out a little gasp of adoration. he looked like a newborn kitten waking up from its nap when he yawned, it was too cute for you to bear. "a-and... i'll get you all the games you want. we could play animal crossing, and make little homes and islands for ourselves, rule the world together... and, and..." his voice was getting slurred and soft, he was on the brink of falling into a deep, peaceful slumber.

you smiled as he tried to fight the urge to sleep, but your voice brought him back to reality as he set two feet into dream land. "ken... i'd love that. but darling, you need to sleep." kenma's eyes opened a little wider at you admitting you shared the same sentiments of love and fondness of that dream kenma had for the two of you, and the two cats he wished to have with you, to parent with you.

he smiled and chuckled, almost as if he were teasing you for being so caring around him. "i wanna fall asleep in your arms, dear..." he mutters, and ultimately, his body gives in to sleep, and before you could even promise him he could sleep in your arms on the train ride to school, he was out cold. he was lightly snoring and a hint of drool drooped down from his open mouth and onto the pillow beneath his head.

"sweet dreams, ken." you whispered to him as you set your phone by your side as you fell asleep with him on call, hoping your beloved would dream nice dreams of you, in a small cottage-like home, the safe space for you two with your two little cat babies, building your forever together with him, even if it's in mere life simulator games. that would be enough, more than enough for you; and kenma couldn't be any happier knowing that.