#Before anyone starts asking hahahah

[sylveon-and-velveon]

VAL WITH THE KIDS MEAL I'M FUCKING ASCENDING-

Let’s Dance

Part 1/12

Takes place in the radioapple human nanny AU 📻 🍎

[enwoso]

hey, could you try write something platonic for arsenal x reader with anger issues and the team getting the brunt of it? maybe like kim/leah having to deal with them or learn to calm them down? something along those lines idrk hahahah

NOT YOU — arsenal wfc x reader

this went in a different direction then what i had originally planned. sorry if some sorts don’t make sense i wrote this while i was half asleep. but enjoy x

warnings: talks of an absent father, few swear words

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the team was worried about. more specifically kim and leah were worried about you. they had never seen you act the way you had in the past. usually you were always laughing and joking around with kyra, pulling pranks and overall just being a pest.

but something had switched, little things were making you snap more quicker than usual, you were making harsh tackles on your own teammates as well as making rude remarks to anyone who tried to talk to you which wasn't totally out of the normal but your actions were speaking louder than your words at the moment.

the team knew you had a short fuse but it had never been this bad before. something had lit your fuse.

the girls had tried everything to try and figure out what had happened but nothing seemed to work but by the day, your anger was starting to build and leah and kim were worried it was about to spill over and were worried for whoever was on the receiving line for when that actually happened.

"we need to try and figure out what is wrong with y/n, she's gonna seriously hurt someone otherwise" kim said as she walked back from the training fields with leah by her side, who immediately agreed with the scot.

a hushed talk of the other girls in front on the two talking about your negative attitude. the two giving each other a look knowing the longer your temper and bad mood continued the more it was going to affect the team.

you were walking behind everyone else, by yourself letting your thoughts override as you walked along the gravelled path of colney. your boots hanging from your hand as the wind hit your bare legs.

you were last to walk into the locker room to grab your bag as well as being one of the last to leave. checking your phone to look at the time but being met with several messages from your dad.

rolling your eyes at them as your scowl deepening as you didn’t even bother to read any of them knowing it whatever he had written but be a whole load of waffle, as the man couldn’t tell the truth if smacked him in the face and said ‘i’m here!’

you and your dad had a complicated relationship, actually scratch that, that was putting it in nice terms. to you he was a deadbeat dad, or you could go as far as saying a sad excuse for a father.

chucking your shoes on and tying the laces when you felt a showed stand over you, noticing the shoes you knew who it was before you even looked up.

“y/n, can we have a chat?” kim asked calmly, as you looked at her not saying anything instead nodding for her to continue. knowing that this chat had been coming as you’d noticed the looks and chats she’d been having with leah and a few of the others girls �� knowing that it would most likely be about you.

“you don’t have to tell me but i can tell your not yourself y/n and we’re all here for you and we just want to help you if we can but- your behaviour is starting to affect the team” she began as you just sat on the bench not showing the scot any emotion. kim was walking on egg shells as she spoke, you being able to sense her trying to pick her words carefully.

“you going to seriously injure someone if you carry on lashing out at people. so if there anything we can help with?” kim spoke in the same spoke tone, you leg bouncing up and down your head was a mess and the last thing you wanted was to have someone pity you.

you didn’t like pity.

you shook your head, “nope i’m all good!” packing your bag up and slinging it on your shoulder.

“are you sure- cause we-“

“kim! i said i’m good! just leave it at that! leave me fucking be!” you spat storming out the room. the door slamming as you walked down the corridor. regret and guilt filling your body with each step, but you were sick of people asking you if you were okay, babying you.

why couldn’t they all just take the hint when you said you were fine?

“y/n.” her voice echoed along the corridor, making you freeze. “c’mere” leah spoke in a stern tone, as you turned around half of the blondes body poking out of one of the meeting rooms.

dragging your feet to where she was, taking in a big breath as you walked into the empty room. taking a seat in one of the chairs as leah turned on her heel the door clicking shut as she stood tall in front of you her arms folded across her chest, almost intimidating you.

“what’s going on? this isn’t the y/n i know.” leah said in the same tone she’d spoken to you in just a few minutes ago. you stayed silent, a part of you scared you may lash out at the blonde too.

leah knew you best out of anyone on the team, she was the one you trusted most out of the team even if she was several years younger than you. she was the one that took you under her wing when you first started training with the first team.

with that though meant the blonde could read you like a book. you couldn’t lie to her like you easily could to the others as she would know the minute you opened your mouth.

“maybe this is the new y/n” you spoke in a hushed tone, shrugging your shoulders as leah raised her eyebrows confused at your words.

“no. no, this isn’t you. has something happened with your mum?” she asked, as she watched your body language closely as that was the closest she was getting to you actually giving the blonde some clues as to what had happened.

your shoulders tense up a little more. leah knew about your close relationship with your mum how she was your number one supporter, the england captain having quite a good relationship with her, herself.

you shook your head, “no, my mums fine” you paused before continuing.

"my dads’ been back in contact." you mumbled as a sigh of defeat come from you. the room filling with silence as leah came and sat down next to you putting her arm around you not saying anything yet as she knew you hadn't finished what you wanted to say yet.

"begging to be back in my life, that he's so proud that i'm his daughter, that he misses me blah blah blah, coming back into my life once again when it’s convenient for him." the bitterness was obvious in your tone of voice as you spoke, it told the whole story for itself.

leah knew about the your history with your father, how he had treat you and your mother when you were little before leaving your mum to carry on your upbringing as a single parent when you were just four.

but then every few years he would pop back up into your life, wanting and begging to be apart of it. that he had changed and wasn’t the same man he was when you were five.

but you had learned the hard way, that people like him. they don’t change.

so the first couple of times when he would spring back up when you were younger, he would promise you the world. that he would promise take you out for the day and spoil you with anything and everything you want claiming it as his way of making up for lost time but it would always end the same way.

you sitting on the bottom step of your stairs, hair all nicely done, dressed in an outfit you would spent hours figuring out what to wear. you would sit there for hours, the sound of the clock ticking away. all for him to just not turn up and then make a lame excuse up as you cried in your mums arms.

so the last time you saw him before the past week, was when you were 15 just after making it into your first youth camp with england as well as joining the arsenal academy, your dad had told you that he had met someone in america and that he was moving there.

a small part of you was a little hurt but the majority of you was happy as sad as it sounds but he was never really a dad to you.

“i thought he was living in america?” leah asked as you hummed, a mock laugh coming over you “me too, until he showed up at my door at 6 in the morning!”

“thinking he was going to just have a place to stay at mine as if he didn’t just leave for 5 years no messages, no calls. then when i said no he started trying to manipulate me, saying how im such a bad daughter-“ you breathed out feeling leah squeeze your shoulders, her hand rubbing up and down your arms for comfort.

“have you spoken to your mum about this? does she know he’s back in london?” leah asked quietly as you shook your head. “no, she doesn’t need that stress right now.”

“i don’t know what to do le, everytime i go home he’s there. i don’t even fuckjng know how he got my address.” your voice cracked, all the emotions you’d been holding in for the past week finding flooding over.

you were conflicted, cause whilst you had spent so many years hating your father for never being there or if he was it was only when it suited him and not when you really needed him. you wanted to believe he’d changed but his actions spoke louder and then his words.

but then again he was your dad, where you got your blood from but that was it, you didn’t really know him at all and he didn’t really know you.

you both only really knowing of each other.

“it’s okay, y/n we’ll figure it out together i promise.”

[aleskie-hischier]

Hi, in ice to meet you could you write about Nico being with her when her mother shows up and starts insulting her so he defends her and stands up for his girlfriend?

I love your writing ❤️

Hi anon!! Thank you for liking how I write! It means a lot :>> And thank u for this !! It was the perfect way to procrastinate my paper so I got a bit carried away HAHAHAH

I like to think this would happen some time in the future like,,,, after everything in the main story has happened :00 I’m planning some resolution for the particular conflict with her mom (Aida), so take this as a lil spoiler for that !!!

(Chapter 6 will be out on Valentine's Day btw!!)

WE'LL BE OKAY | Nico Hischier x Figure Skater

Read the rest of Ice to Meet You HERE

These days, going home was something Nico looked forward to. Not long ago, he’d have come back to an empty apartment, a solitary dinner, and maybe some mindless TV before bed. But now, things were different. He had someone waiting for him—someone to share meals, binge-watch shows, and bicker over laundry piles with. 

Home finally felt like home because Mila was there.

The apartment was still a work in progress. Boxes lingered in corners, and there were ongoing debates about where each trinket or art piece belonged. But the essentials—the living room, the bed, sheets, blankets, and kitchenware—were firmly in place and well-used over the past few weeks. Slowly but surely, the space was becoming theirs.

Tomorrow was a rare day off for Nico, and he wanted to celebrate it right: pastries from the neighborhood bakery and a cozy night on the couch. He imagined the grin on Mila’s face when she saw the spread of bread and cakes he’d picked up. Smiling to himself, he unlocked the door, ready to surprise her.

Instead, he walked into something else entirely.

The sound hit him before he saw her—Mila’s raised voice cutting sharply through the apartment.

“At this point, Mom, it feels like you have a problem with everything I do!” she snapped, pacing the living room with a pillow in hand. She tossed it onto the couch with more force than necessary, glaring at her phone, which was perched precariously on the side table in speaker mode.

A familiar, piercing voice crackled through the room. “I wouldn’t have an issue if you ever bothered to call and keep us informed, Milana!” her mother’s tone was sharp enough to carve glass, each word brimming with a mix of judgment and exasperation.

Mila groaned and started rearranging the couch pillows with aggressive determination, muttering under her breath.

Nico winced. Even through a phone speaker, Aida Petrova’s voice could make anyone grimace—whether from frustration, fear, or pure dislike. Carefully shutting the door behind him, Nico hesitated for a moment, debating whether to announce himself or quietly retreat to the kitchen until the storm passed.

So much for a sweet surprise.

“I don’t think I need your opinion on where I’m living, Mom!” Mila shot back, dropping onto the couch with a frustrated huff. Her eyes flicked up to Nico, finally noticing him standing in the doorway. Her brows were knit together, her expression a storm of anger and hurt, and her eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill. This argument had clearly been brewing for a while.

Aida’s voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. “Well, you’ll wish you’d listened when everything falls apart, Milana! Do you have any idea the kind of disasters waiting for people like you who rush into living together before marriage? The arguments, the ruin, the heartbreak—do you even think about these things? Is it too much for me to ask you to not be reckless?”

Mila groaned, rubbing at her temples with both hands as if she could massage away the headache her mother’s words were giving her. “Mom, we’re fine. We’ve been fine. I don’t need you to manifest doom over every decision I make!”

“You’re fine for now,” Aida snapped. “But what happens when things get hard, huh? When one of you decides they’re bored or when you realize you’ve tied yourself to someone without any protections? What happens then, Milana?”

Nico felt his stomach sink at the words, though he knew they weren’t meant for him directly. He stood still, watching the argument unfold, unsure if he should intervene or let her handle this herself. 

Mila’s jaw tightened, and she balled her hands into fists. “We’ve been together for years, mom! We’re not doing this impulsively. We talked about this. We planned for it. Nico and I want this! We’re committed even without the marriage part.” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“And what does he know about commitment?” Aida’s voice turned sharp, venomous. “He’s just as clueless as you are, and worse—”

“Shut up!” Mila’s voice rang out, loud and unyielding. “Don’t talk about him that way! You, of all people, don’t get to talk about him like that!”

Her words hung in the air, echoing with raw emotion. Nico felt the weight of them settle in his chest. He hadn’t moved a muscle, but now his fingers tightened around the bakery bag, the crinkle of paper almost absurdly loud in the thick silence that followed.

Mila’s gaze flicked back to Nico again, her eyes filled with apology and simmering frustration. She turned back to the phone, jaw tight, poised to counter whatever cutting remark her mother was about to hurl next. Her fingers twitched against the couch cushion, betraying her readiness to defend herself, Nico, and their relationship yet again.

Nico, however, had seen enough. Moving quickly but deliberately, he set the bakery bag down on the coffee table, the soft thud breaking through the tense silence. Before Mila could react, he leaned over and gently but firmly took her phone from the side table.

“Aida, hello,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a thread of weary exasperation. He stepped back, his tone measured, a stark contrast to the fiery argument moments before. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Ugh, the boy arrives,” Aida said, her disdain practically dripping through the speaker. Nico could almost see the eye-roll from the other end of the line.

He chose not to react to her tone, keeping his voice measured and steady. “This conversation has gone as far as it needs to,” he said. His gaze flicked to Mila, her tear-streaked face breaking his heart all over again. “I know you’re her mother and that you care about her, but you have a terrible way of showing it.”

Nico’s brows furrowed, the weight of every time Mila had cried over her mother pressing on him. His voice softened, but the firmness in his tone remained. “Don’t call back unless you can talk to her calmly and with kindness. Like any other mother would.”

The sharp intake of breath on the other end was audible, the silence that followed stretching thin and heavy. Aida was clearly stunned by his words, but Nico didn’t give her a chance to recover.

“I’m hanging up now,” he said, gentle but resolute. “Take care.” Without waiting for the inevitable retaliation, he ended the call.

The abrupt quiet that followed was almost jarring. He set the phone on the table beside the bakery bag, its cheerful pastel colors a stark contrast to the lingering tension in the room.

Fully turning towards Mila, he found her still frozen on the couch. Her body was curled in on itself, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, and her expression—frustrated and raw and vulnerable—made something twist inside him.

Nico crossed the small space between them and lowered himself onto the couch. Without a word, he opened his arms. Mila didn’t hesitate, sinking into him as though she were trying to disappear.

“You’re fine,” he murmured, pulling her close and stroking her hair in soothing motions. Her sobs were quiet but deep, her back trembling against him as she let it all out. “Everything’s fine now. You’re safe. We’re okay.”

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other. Slowly, Mila’s sobs began to fade, her breathing evening out as the storm inside her quieted. Nico continued to hold her, letting the silence settle like a soft blanket over them.

Eventually, Mila leaned back slightly, her face still streaked with tears but her expression calmer. She gave him a small, wobbly smile, the gratitude in her eyes unspoken but unmistakable.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He cupped her face gently, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I’m always here for you.”

The bakery bag on the table caught his eye, and he gave her a tentative smile. “I brought dessert,” he said, trying to inject a little lightness into the moment. “Thought we could have a cozy night in.”

Mila let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her face. “A cozy night sounds really good right now,” she admitted.

Nico reached for the bag, pulling out the treats he’d picked so carefully. As they unwrapped pastries and nibbled on them together, the heaviness in the air began to lift. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better.

They were going to be okay.

[whereslynx]

sad eyes watching reader dance on a table at a party and showing her a lesson in the bathroom 😏

a/n: ended up switching from sad eyes to antonio halfway HAHAHAH, their street names never stick with my writing / semi-hiatus!

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The party pulsed around you, music thumping, laughter echoing off the walls of the packed Santos hangout. You could feel the energy building with every beat, and before you knew it, you’d climbed up onto a table, letting the rhythm guide your movements. Cheers erupted, friends hyping you up as you danced without a care, lost in the music. But amidst all the noise and flashing lights, there was one gaze you felt more than anyone else’s.

Sad Eyes stood near the back, his arms crossed, a lazy smirk just barely tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you. He looked cool and unbothered, but something in his stare had your heart pounding a little harder. You couldn’t tell if it was a hint of amusement or the unmistakable glint of disapproval—and that sent a thrill right through you.

You shot him a defiant grin, swaying your hips even more to the beat, daring him with your eyes. Sad Eyes didn’t look away. If anything, his gaze darkened, his jaw tightening, and you felt his presence even from across the room, like he was telling you to be careful. You knew that look.

Then, as if he’d made up his mind, he pushed away from the wall and moved toward you, cutting through the crowd effortlessly. Your friends started to quiet down, sensing something serious, and your pulse raced as Sad Eyes stopped at the edge of the table. His hand reached out, steadying you by your ankle, and with just one intense look, he made it clear you needed to come down.

Reluctantly, you hopped down, and as you did, his hands found your waist, holding you steady as your feet met the ground. The warmth of his touch lingered even after he let go, and with his face just inches from yours, you felt your cheeks flush. He leaned in close, his voice low and firm in your ear. “Think you’re having a little too much fun up there, huh?”

You felt heat creep up your cheeks, caught between the thrill of his attention and the edge in his voice. You opened your mouth to protest, but Sad Eyes didn’t wait for an answer. His hand found yours, tugging you gently but firmly toward the back hallway, away from the music and the crowd. You felt everyone’s eyes on you both as he led you past them, leaving you just a little breathless.

Once you reached the bathroom, he shut the door, turning to look at you with that same smirk and raised brow. “You like being the center of attention?” he asked, voice smooth but laced with something darker. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the hint of a challenge in his gaze, and it made your breath hitch.

Before you could respond, Sad Eyes stepped closer, his hand slipping to your waist, pulling you in as his eyes roamed over you with slow, deliberate intent. “Guess it’s time you learned what happens when you push me, mami.”

Your back pressed firmly against the cold sink as Antonio's body closed in on yours, his presence overwhelming, filling every inch of space around you. "Antonio..." you whispered, barely managing his name before he leaned in, brushing his lips close to your ear.

"Shhh, cariño," he murmured, his voice soft but commanding, the hint of a grin playing on his lips.

His fingers found your jaw, gently tilting your head to the side as he began pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of your neck. Each kiss was a warm shock to your skin, and when he started to suck lightly, you felt a soft moan slip from your lips despite yourself.

The heavy beat of music from outside seemed distant, but you couldn't shake the thought of someone catching you both here.

Antonio's hands held you firmly in place, his rough fingertips sending shivers through you as he traced them along your waist.

He chuckled, sensing your nerves.

"What, you scared we're gonna get caught?" he whispered against your neck, his voice low and taunting. "Don't worry, hermosa, no one's gonna hear us over that music. Just you and me right now."

But even with his reassurances, you couldn't help but feel the thrill of the risk, your pulse racing at the thought. You'd never bet on this, yet here you were, daring the whole world to walk in-relying on the pounding bass outside to drown out the quiet, breathless sounds that escaped you.

Antonio's lips traced up your jawline, his smirk growing as he felt your breath hitch beneath his touch.

"Tell me, princesa," he whispered, his lips grazing your ear. "How bad you want this?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, and for a second, you hesitated, the weight of his question hanging in the air between you both. His gaze locked onto yours, eyes dark and searching, and you knew he wasn't letting you off easy. He wanted an answer—a real one.

"Bad," you breathed out, barely louder than a whisper, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink for balance. But Antonio just smirked, his lips curving up as he took his time, letting his hands roam down the curve of your hips, sending a rush of warmth through you.

"Is that all you got?" he teased, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against your waist. "Sound like you're holding back, mi reina." His voice dropped lower, a teasing, gravelly tone that sent chills up your spine. "C'mon... tell me. I want to hear it."

His words coaxed the shyness out of you, tempting you to give in to the feeling he'd ignited. You bit your lip, the heat between you both undeniable. "I want you, Antonio," you whispered, more confident now, your hand reaching up to trace the side of his face.

"Yeah?" His eyes flicked to your lips, his grin widening as he leaned in even closer, his mouth a breath away from yours. "That's what I like to hear." His lips finally claimed yours, a mixture of softness and fire, the weight of his body pressing you back against the sink.

The pounding beat outside pulsed through the walls, every sound wrapped in the rush of adrenaline and thrill. With each brush of his lips and each touch, you felt the rest of the world fade, leaving only the two of you tangled in this stolen moment.

Antonio spun you around, his hands firm on your waist as he positioned you to face the mirror, your hands gripping the edges of the sink for balance. The tension between you both was thick, amplified by the way his eyes devoured every inch of you in the mirror. He leaned in close, his breath warm against your neck as he trailed a hand down your back, fingers grazing your skin with a deliberate slowness that made you shiver.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp, gaze locked on the way your body responded to his touch. His hand traveled down, squeezing your ass, and a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. No matter how many times he’d taken that sweet pussy from the back, he seemed to savor it each time, like it was the first.

You arched instinctively, pushing back against him, and a soft, breathless “please” slipped from your lips, your hazy state from the shots mixing with the ache of anticipation. Antonio chuckled, his low laugh rumbling against you. “Patience, mami,” he teased, letting his hands roam, fingers tracing your curves in a way that felt agonizingly slow, calculated. He wanted you needy, desperate, and he was taking his time to get you there.

He moved his hands up, gently grabbing a handful of your hair, giving it a light tug, just enough to make you gasp. “Look at you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice filled with a raw appreciation. “You want it bad, huh?”

You met his eyes in the mirror, your own gaze filled with a mix of need and surrender. “So bad,” you replied, barely able to hold back.

Antonio didn’t hesitate any longer. He undid his belt, each click loud in the quiet of the bathroom, then lowered his boxers, his length hard and ready against you. His hands found your hips, steadying you as he pressed closer, his grip firm but gentle. The thrill of the moment, the risk, the heat—it was all there, making every touch, every second feel electrifying.

Antonio pressed against you, his hands still steady on your hips as he moved tantalizingly close, but he didn't give you what you wanted just yet. His mouth hovered near your ear, a smirk playing on his lips as he took his time, drawing lazy circles on your skin with his fingers, each touch deliberate and restrained.

"You think you can dance up on a table like that and get away with it?" he murmured, his tone low, teasing. His hands tightened on your hips, holding you just out of reach, his restraint making the tension unbearable. You tried to shift your weight back, to feel him closer, but he stayed firm, his hold keeping you in place, leaving you empty and craving more.

Antonio pressed himself against you, the head of his cock brushing along your slick entrance, and you could feel the tension mount as he stayed there, just barely grazing you. Every time you shifted, trying to get him to push deeper, he would pull back slightly, a smirk on his lips as he watched your frustration build.

“You want me to remind you who you belong to?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, barely moving but letting you feel every inch of his teasing. “Up there on that table, you were acting like you forgot.”

His words made you whimper, pressing your hips back in a desperate attempt to get closer. “No, I didn’t forget,” you murmured, the heat pooling in your cheeks. “I just wanted your attention..”

“Oh, you got it,” he said, his tone dark and laced with amusement. “But now you’re gonna learn that nobody else gets to see you like this. Just me.” He slid himself along your slit again, not giving you what you needed, the slow, almost punishing rhythm making your head spin with want.

“Antonio, please…” you breathed out, the need in your voice evident. “I’m yours, I swear. Just—please.”

He chuckled softly, savoring the way you had softened under him, completely at his mercy. “Yeah? That so? Then act like it.” His hand pressed against your lower back, making you arch deeper, positioning you exactly the way he wanted, his words low and demanding. “Show me who you belong to.”

You nodded, biting your lip as you whispered, “I’m yours, only yours.”

“Good,” he murmured, his voice a low hum of satisfaction, his cock pressing just a little harder against you, giving in but still taking his time. “And you’re gonna remember that next time, right?”

“Yes, Antonio… I promise,” you mumbled, feeling your legs grow weak as he finally slid inside, inch by inch, filling you slowly. The way he controlled the pace, made every second feel like forever, until you could barely think of anything except him, the feeling of his hold on you, his voice in your ear, and the reminder that you were his.

Antonio’s strong hands gripped your waist firmly, increasing the rhythm with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, signaling his intent to drive you to the edge of climax.

Antonio’s hands firmly wrapped around your waist before speeding up the pace, a glint in his eye brightening as if he knew he was going to push you over the edge of climax.

His deep grunts mingled with your overstimulated whimpers, but he didn’t relent. His cock stretched your sloppy walls every time he shoved you back onto his length—stopping you from moving off his cock very time your knees would buckle under the waves of pleasure.

“Please—Please—Please—“ You profusely babbled, clinging onto the sink for support, your skins slapping together in a primal fashion, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the air in a primal symphony. “Fuck, this pretty little pussy belongs to me.” Antonio growled, a little “Yes, it does, oh, God, fuck, it does—“ following after.

The noise from the party outside and the irritated voices beyond the door demanding to know why the bathroom was occupied faded into the background. Antonio's grip found its way to your hair, pulling your head back gently but firmly as he whispered, “Look how beautiful you are in the mirror while I pound this pussy, corazón.” into your ears.

You bit your lip, his gentle but firm grip on your hair leaving you to witness how much of a moaning mess you were as he took you from behind. A knot tying itself in your stomach as your eyes met his through the mirror, his hardened length pacing back and forth into your flooding pussy.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of pleasure and a knot of desire tightening in your stomach as you met his gaze through the mirror. His gaze locked with yours as he thrust into you relentlessly, your breath catching in your throat.

Your brows furrowed, your hand that was once gripping the side of the sink reached itself behind you, pressing shakily against his torso, “Wait—waittt, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, “I’m gonna cum, Ant, please—“ you whined, slightly distancing him from you in overwhelming pleasure with your hand against his stomach.

“Fuuuck,” he grunted, giving your hair a slight tug as his other hand grabbed your wrist that remained against him, “Move your fucking hand, baby,” Antonio muttered, moving your hand away, “You can cum, cum with me.” he said, changing his pace.

With a swift movement, he pulled out slightly before driving back into you, causing your body to shudder in ecstasy. The intensity built, leading to a shared climax that left you weak-kneed and breathless, collapsing against the sink as Antonio panted behind you, his release mixing with yours. A rough chuckle leaving his lips when he saw his cum mixed with yours flood out your pussy.

"Fuck," he grunted, steadying himself before leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. "You did so well, mami," he murmured, a hint of pride in his voice as he admired the dazed expression on your face.

You could only manage a soft hum in response, feeling fatigue wash over you, the alcohol and adrenaline dissipating with the intensity of your encounter. Antonio chuckled softly at your weariness, gathering your clothes and helping you to sit on the sink, his touch now gentle and caring.

“Mhm..” You only hummed in response, all of a sudden growing tired—he’d basically fuck the alcohol out your system, along with the adrenaline.

A comfortable silence between the two of you coated the atmosphere—the banging against the door had stopped long ago, people losing hope in ever gaining the God forbidden privilege to use the bathroom at the party. Only the distant cheering and music from outside could be heard.

In the quiet aftermath, with only the distant sounds of the party filtering through, Antonio dressed you with a tenderness that contrasted the earlier passion. As he pulled up your underwear, he whispered, "I love you," prompting a smile from you planted a a gentle kiss onto his lips, “I love you.”

Antonio lifted you by your waist off the sink, his hand slipping into yours, “Well, good, ‘cause we’re gonna have to slip out this party before anyone realises we were the ones keeping everybody outta this bathroom.” he chuckled, although, he was dead serious as he opened the door and pulled you along with a rush.

An excited yelp left your lips as he sped through the crowd with you, searching for the exit to avoid the complaints of them being in the bathroom for so long.

[borathae]

"You might not know who will find this tape and watch it or if anyone ever will, but whoever might find it will see that the days you and Taehyung spent together were bright."

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: they're in love :(, running in the rain, kissing the rain, hugging in the rain, yeah there's rain if y'all didn't know yet lmao, a romantic little holiday, non-sexual nudity, sharing of a shower to warm up, they're playing dress up in the living room, they pretend to be newly weds, slow dancing, so much laughter and giggles and happiness, like besties i might actually sob this is so romantic, also she is smaller than him i'm sorry besties i know i normally try not to add too many height descriptions but i'm smaller than tae and i needed to feel something hahahah a bitch just wanted to be immersed ✊🏻😔

Wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: this is based on anonie's idea and inspired by IU's song. i love him so much, you guys. i miss him so much, i might actually start crying :( have fun besties, this is so lovely and sweet 💙

“Quick! We have to be quick!” 

“Tae, slow down please. You know that I could just open us a portal?” 

“No. It won’t work. Quick, we are almost there.”

You and he are running, trying to escape the inescapable. Your hand is clutched in his’. He is leading the way, looking over his shoulder every third step to make sure you are still keeping up with him. 

You barely are at this point. It is difficult to see. Thick stripes of his hair stick to his face, your clothes stick to your bodies. The trees shake above your heads. The birds had stopped singing a long time ago.

“How far? Tae, I can’t run anymore.”

“Just past this clearing. One last time”, he promises and looks back front. 

The end of the forest is within reach. One. Two. Three steps and you have left it behind. The inescapable still follows you, making it hard to see. 

“There! It’s there!” you call out and point at the small house in the distance. 

Taehyung turns on his heels, “one last time. Come”, he says and runs off. His hand slides from yours this way. He is so much faster than you.

“Tae! Wait for me, I’m not that fast!” you call after him, stumbling through the meadow.

He throws his arms over his head and laughs, twirling and skipping in the high grasses. 

The storm surprised you. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. That is why you and he went on this forest walk in the first place. You were deep in the woods, surrounded by nature and with the song of bird keeping you company, when the weather changed drastically and rain began pouring down. You were soaked within minutes. No matter how fast you ran, you couldn’t outrun it. You still ran. Hand in hand and with your visions blurry from the water. 

It was fun at first, but soon became less fun. You were soaked and you were cold and you wanted to be back at the house. 

Taehyung is by the lowest stairs of the front porch, watching you run to him. He is bouncing on the spot, encouraging you to speed up with squeaky cheers. 

You and he left the estate behind for the sake of going on a little holiday. Taehyung asked one of his vampire friends if they could rent him one of his forest houses for a few days and off you went. It is just you and Taehyung here, surrounded by forest and the steep cliffside with the ocean in the back.

You reach Taehyung’s side. He meets you in the middle, picking you off the ground by your waist. He twirls with you. The force of the twirls swings your legs high in the air until it feels as if you were flying. 

You squeak in laughter, holding tightly onto his shoulders as Taehyung makes you fly.

“I have you now”, he laughs.

“This is so much fun!” you squeak, throwing your head back as around you, the world blurs. 

He stops once your heads are dizzy, using the momentum to swing your legs past his body and back again to repeat it with the other side. He did this move a million times before whenever you and he went swing dancing. It never loses its spark. You are still squeaking and giggling as if it is the first time he is doing it.

Taehyung is laughing just as much. His face is contorted in happiness, his eyes barely want to stay open from smiling so brightly. 

He keeps you in his arms once he stopped swinging you, holding you under your butt and gazing up at you. You caress his shoulders and the nape of his neck, looking down at him. He is a little blurry in your vision because your head needs to recover from being twirled so much, but you don’t mind. You have Taehyung to keep you safe.

“I love when you do that”, you tell him.

“Me too. Oh darling, this was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was”, you say, flinching in sync with him when sudden thunder and lightning strikes the earth at the same time, “holy cow, that was so loud.”

“I think it might be time for us to go inside”, Taehyung says.

“Yeah, I think so too”, you snicker.

Taehyung grins and turns to carry you inside.

You laugh, “are you going to carry me?”

“Of course. It is the least I can do after dragging you along like this.”

“Yeah true. You did drag me quite a bit, you big meanie.” 

“But you must admit that it was terribly fun to run in the rain.”

“Yes, it was. I’m cold now though. I really need something to warm me up.”

“Worry not, I shall warm you up in no time.”

“You shall?” you giggle.

“Mh-hm of course. This is what I am here for”, he says with a playful lift of his brows.

“Oh Tete, you cutie”, you smile, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. You rub it against him this way, letting out little sounds of comfort.

Taehyung loves the affection. You give off the image of a love drunk cat this way. Taehyung really, really loves when you are this way. 

With one hand under your butt, he opens the door and slips inside the small cottage. He locks the door and with it, turns the storm into an outside friend. It grumbles and rumbles in a constant melody, lighting up the darkening day with flashes of bright electricity every now and then.

Taehyung sometimes listens to thunderstorms and thinks of you. You love thunderstorms. Taehyung sometimes listens to thunderstorms and thinks of you and as he does, he places roles onto the different elements of nature’s sky showers. You are the lightning while he is the thunder, because you will always come first while he only exists because of you.

Taehyung sets you down in front of the shower. He disappears from your side for just a second to turn on the water, then returns. He touches you, running his big hands up your waist until he has your upper back under his palms. He smiles at you, blinking his eyes slowly like a cat in love.

“May I undress you?” he asks.

“Yes”, you allow him and lift your arms.

Taehyung takes off your clothes with utmost care. Your body is sacrilegious to him. Unwrapping it must happen with respect and tender love, for you should never ever feel as if the beautiful vessel for your soul was nothing but desirable flesh to him.

He throws your wet upper clothing onto the tiled floor and lowers his lips to your right shoulder so he could worship the paths of it with tender kisses. You sigh his name in reaction, sliding your hands under his soaked jumper.

“You are beautiful”, he whispers and lifts his head again. He rises his arms, allowing you to take off his jumper. He has to lower himself a little when you reach his head, giggling with you because he thinks it’s adorable that you couldn’t reach.

“Tiny darling one”, he teases, earning himself a nudge to his chest.

“You’re just too tall”, you throw back and laugh when he wraps his arms around you to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. You squeak and cackle, fleeing him as much as you press into him, “your hair’s so cold and wet, Tae”, you whine.

“I know, oh I know. Quick, let’s undress and get under the water”, he says and facing each other, you each take off your pants.

You discard them on the tiles as well, stepping into the shower afterwards. Taehyung lets you enjoy the water first because you are his lightning. You tilt your head up, closing your eyes and smiling softly. You are so beautiful. Oh, he feels jealous of the water kissing your face and the warmth touching your skin.

He reaches out, resting his hands on the softest part of your waist. You open your eyes, looking up at him. He feels vast of air for a blink of an eye.

“Come inside, Tae”, you tell him and drag him under the water by his waist.

Your bodies connect, your skins finally share one warmth.

“Mhm”, Taehyung lets out and tilts his head back so the water can trickle down on his face.

“It’s so warm, isn’t it?” you ask, gazing up at him. He is so beautiful.

“It’s so wonderful. Oh, I felt the cold within my bones”, he says, lowering his head so he could meet your eyes again.

“Me too. I don’t regret it however.”

“Me neither, my darling”, he says and closes the small distance between you and him by hugging you against his chest.

You melt into him, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around him. You rest your hands on his back while he cradles the back of your head and traces your spine. You and he sway from side to side slowly, sharing the warm water while outside it storms.

Being cold with him will always be okay, because at the end of it, you and he will share warmth again. There is truly no sweeter future than this.

You and he dry the other’s hair after the shower. You loved each other for long enough to know how to do it perfectly. You learned the language of his hair, while in return he learned yours. You know how to touch, what to use and where to start. You come first of course because you are his lightning. He comes second, leaning into your palm when you cradle his cheek and call him beautiful.

You wrap the other in a soft bathing robe afterwards, leaving the bathroom together. The storm and the passage of time darkened the sun by now and so you turn on the lights to see.

“I want to drink some tea. Do you want a cup as well?” you ask him.

“I would love to, thank you”, he says and points down the hallway, “I shall get clothes for us. I promise to get only the warmest of jumper for you.”

“Alright, my darling. Thank you”, you say and kiss his lips chastely.

You and he part ways for only a few moments. You use it to prepare tea and he uses it to get clothes. Just like you had agreed to do.

The tea has finished brewing when Taehyung enters the kitchen.

“My darling”, he makes his presence known in a soft spoken voice.

You turn, meeting the lens of a camcorder.

“What’s this?” you ask him, “darling, why are you wearing a suit?”

“I found it. Alongside this camera and this dress”, he explains, lowering the camera for now. He slides a white dress from his shoulder, handing it to you.

“A wedding dress?” you ask him.

“I do not know who it belonged to once, but it is your size. The suit is my size as well”, he says and smiles shyly, “do you want to put it on? For only a little while?”

You feel your heart flutter. With a fond smile on your lips, you nod your head.

“Don’t peak. If we pretend to be newlyweds, we have to follow the rules.”

“Yes, true. I shall meet you in the living room”, Taehyung says and turns away with a happy skip in his steps.

You watch him with a fluttering pulse. Taehyung is such a tender person at heart. His soul is colours of golden oranges and warm yellows like that of a young sunset seeing the world for the first time. Only he would think of something like this. Only he would see no strangeness in pretending to be married and he was right. There was no strangeness in it.

The dress smells like lavender and violets. It looked too small at first, but then you slipped it on and it fit as it was made for you. The dress smells like lavender and violets and perhaps just a little like magic. Perhaps that would explain why it found you and Taehyung when it did. 

You abandon the mugs of tea because there was something else keeping you warm now. The excitement of being with Taehyung.

“Tae?” you call for your lover, “are you ready?”

“I am”, Taehyung answers you from the living room. Lively music accompanies his voice. He must have put on a record.

With a racing heart, you step through the threshold.

Taehyung stands at the end of the room by the lit fireplace. The camcorder is propped on some books, filming the scene unfolding.

“My darling”, he gasps and exhales shakily, “my darling, oh, look at you.”

“How do I look?” you ask him and grab the dress on two spots so you could twirl and swing it as you dance to him. 

He meets you in the middle, sweeping you off your feet as he grabs you in the midst of your jump. You squeak, throwing your head back as Taehyung twirls you in the small living room.

“Oh my beautiful darling, my sweetest light. No art could ever capture the beauty of you. My darling, oh my darling”, he gushes and laughs, gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.

“I’m getting dizzy, Tae”, you squeak with tears of happiness welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Taehyung stops twirling, sliding you down his body gently until your tiptoes touch the ground. He keeps you close, running his hands along your torso lovingly. His eyes are glistening, gazing at you with soul-consuming love in them.

“You bring light into my life”, he speaks softly.

“I do?”

“You do. Oh darling, you do”, he smiles with his eyes, “you truly do.”

“You make life brighter as well, my darling”, you say, caressing his chest gently, “and you look so handsome in your suit.”

“I look miniscule in your light, my darling. Oh I want to pick you up and twirl you until the world stops turning.”

“Please don’t. I’d probably throw up”, you laugh, making Taehyung chuckle and scrunch his nose.

“Then at least show the camera, please my darling”, he says and turns you to where the camera stands. He pulls you close, resting his head against yours, “this is my darling, dear future person who might find this tape. Say hello.”

“Hello there, future person”, you say, doing a little courtesy. You crack up afterwards, looking at Taehyung, “this is so silly.”

“No it isn’t”, he says and drags you closer to the camera. He uses the momentum to tug you against him, squishing his cheek with yours, “this is my dearest darling, my universe”, he says and kisses your cheek, “I love her so much”, he adds and hugs you tightly.

You giggle, snuggling into him. Taehyung picked a fitting nickname when he called you his light, because your smile in this moment could light up even the darkest of days.

“I love you too, my darling”, you tell him, turning in his arms to kiss his lips, “now may I have this first dance with you, my husband?”

Taehyung giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears shyly. He nods his head vigorously, laying his hands into yours. You drag him away to a free space, beginning your dance with a twirl of him. He laughs loudly, falling into your arms with his head thrown back in joy.

“How was that for a twirl?” you ask him, guiding him to the music.

“It was perfect. Oh darling”, he rests his cheek on your shoulder, pulling you close, “I am so happy. My beautiful wife”, he says and giggles, “it has a wonderful ring to it.”

You close your eyes as your fingers begin playing with his hair.

“It really has, my darling husband.”

Taehyung giggles. You join him. You and he will dance until the tea is cold and the camcorder falls asleep.

You might not know who will find this tape and watch it or if anyone ever will, but whoever might find it will see that the days you and Taehyung spent together were bright.

[lightlycareless]

aaaa a thought I’ve been having but imagine naoya using his technique to protect his wife 😭😭 whether from an assassin with a grudge against the zenin or catching her as she’s about to fall 🥹💕

ps I’m obsessed with fih and can’t wait to see where the story goes 💌����

Hello!!!!!!!

Ok so this scenario is one that can be used for angst and fluff and for that I thank you so much HAHAHAH I’ve been actually thinking about something like that for a while now, if you want to make it even more dramatic, I was planning on adding Naomi onto the mix as well…

But we’ll start with the fluff 😊

Also, thank you so much for your lovely compliment. I'm so glad you're liking the story so far!! I hope to update soon :> ❤️❤️

warnings: none. fluff. highschool au.

Happy reading!!

This happens just before the two start dating, when Naoya is (dejectedly) still trying his best to win you over, and you’re… well, you’re starting to have feelings for him too, kind of. Debating whether you ultimately like him or not, if you want to give him a chance or perhaps move on… he’s handsome and all, charming in his own way too, but you just can’t believe he has feelings for you (This happens after the small valentine’s day fiasco, poor Naoya haha.) and this is something that has you greatly confused!

However, your feelings would become a bit more… clear the moment this happens.

You were just walking around the hallways of the school while carrying boxes a teacher asked you and a fellow classmate to store away.

A recipe for disaster to some, for you carried a bit too much; just one wrong step and you’d be stumbling onto a painful fate, just as it was to occur a few seconds from now, failing to see anything beyond your own nose or the slight unevenness of the floor…

Or so that would’ve happened if Naoya hadn’t been around. If he hadn’t kept a close eye on you (as he always did anyways) and activated his technique as soon as he deducted what was to transpire.

To say you were startled by his immediate reaction was an understatement—even then, it took you a few more moments to understand why you ended up in Naoya’s arms when not so long ago you were on way to the nearby storage room…

“Are you ok? Did you get hurt or something?” He’d ask soon after, swiftly pulling you out of your thoughts and back to him—to his piercing eyes that made you cower in embarrassment.

“I—I guess?” you stammer, trying to ease the heat beginning to settle in your cheeks at his sudden closeness; to no avail, for the more you denied it, the hotter it became. “What… what happened?”

“You tripped, kind of. I stopped it from happening.” Naoya explains, your mind spirals at the implication.

“And you—And you used your technique for that…?”

“Ye—yeah… I mean, what was I supposed to do? Let you fall?!” He fusses, you blink. Maybe, anyone else would’ve done so.

But the fact that he did…

“N…No, I… I guess not.” You swallow. “Thank you, Naoya.”

“You’re welcome.”

…

…

…

“Can you let me go now?”

“Oh, right.” Naoya helps you get back on your feet, diverting his gaze from you (impossible) as you tidied up your uniform, focusing instead on picking up the boxes from the floor and storing them himself.

“You don’t need to do that, Naoya. It’s fine!” you say, catching up to him.

“Don’t run, you could be injured!” he warns, you flinch.

“I’m fine, really!”

“Is it ok if I just leave them anywhere?” Naoya asks, though it seemed to be more of a personal question for he’d leave them wherever convenient soon after; leaving you to suffer from his concern in flustering silence.

“…Ye—yeah…”

Thus, the two eventually depart, but not without Naoya checking in on you one last time, even suggesting that you go to the nurse just in case; his insistence only stopping once you reassured him for the nth time you were ok and that there was no need for such measures.

“If you say so…” he murmurs. You could see it in his eyes that Naoya does not intend to let the subject die, but until then, you’ll have enough time to deal with your new… thoughts.

“I’ll see you around then, Naoya…”

One curt nod later, you’re running back to Nanami, who had been patiently waiting for your return by the courtyard—the two had previously arranged a studying session to help you improve your curse knowledge…

After checking in on you, of course.

“You’re bright red, Y/N—What happened?”

But how do you even begin to explain that your face was caused by having experienced one of your many hopeless romantic fantasies? And with the same person that has slowly begun to win your affections through his persistent efforts?

If it was a matter of the gods telling you he was your fated one, or simply luck… that was something you wouldn’t be able to discern now.

Instead, you’d worry about showing your appreciation to him, as well as how to quiet down your thundering heart, skipping a beat whenever your mind went back to Naoya.

It was only necessary if you were to accomplish anything, though it’d soon become pointless the moment you irrevocably, hopelessly in love you became for him in time.

🥺 From there you just stare at naoya in utter silence while having this super notorious blush on your face 😭 I think your friends and family will start to assume you're sick or something, while your brother is like

"Nah, she's in love."

I really want to write how they start dating 🥺 ikahfgukaghuaga aAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but i'll get to it soon enough.

Now, thank you so much for sending in this ask 🥺❤️!!! I had fun writing it :> PLEASE SEND MORE!!!

Take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[thefriendlyghvst]

distant // svt jeon wonwoo (pt. 2)

synopsis: after you come home drunk and angry late one night, wonwoo realises he has to change to keep loving you from this close.

(forced marriage trope, non-idol au, kinda(?) angst)

a/n: ask and you shall receive HAHAHAH due to popular demand here's the second part my sweets! i'm sorry it took a longgg while for me to write this, i've been pretty busy 😅 it's a bit long (i may have gotten carried away) but i hope you guys like it!! enjoy xx

for the friends that wished for a part 2 🫶

@ykh94 @feat-sun @yoonclip @zeervzn @laquarosere @septemberskies @celestarvs

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you tucked a lone strand of hair behind your ear as you hooked on the earring that matched your outfit, adjusting your dress as soon as you were done. you smoothed out whatever crinkles that were visible and inhaled deeply as you took a final look in the mirror.

it was the night of the dinner. the dress you were wearing was pretty, a v-line maxi dress that reached just below your knees with sleeves that puffed a little bit at the shoulders and cuffed at your wrists. you paired the navy blue dress with a silver belt and a matching silver watch and butterfly shaped earrings. wonwoo had bought the jewelry for you in secret, telling you they would look good with your favourite watch when he gifted it to you a few days ago.

"you look pretty," he complimented you as you stepped out of your room.

very, very pretty, he thought, but he kept it to himself. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. he noticed the earrings and his heart swelled.

i knew it would look good, he thought to himself.

"i... uh, thank you," you managed a smile at him. "you look nice too,"

wonwoo smiled. he was wearing a button-up that matched the colour of your dress, donning his signature office look. his shirt was tucked into his black trousers, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. his hair was parted and styled neatly, his rectangular frames resting on the bridge of his nose making him look all the more appealing to anyone who had eyes. he looked really nice.

the both of you left the apartment and made your way to his car quietly. the dinner was being held by one of your closest friends, choi seungcheol, to celebrate his birthday.

wonwoo was nervous, to say the least. he was pacing around the living room just moments before you stepped out. the idea of a social event thrilled neither of you, but he was more worried about messing things up between the both of you.

the morning after your outburst, you had been the one to apologise first over breakfast. you told him you had a long week and shouldn't have taken it out on him, but it bothered him. why were you the one apologising when he was the one in the wrong? there was one thing wonwoo realised over and over: he didn't deserve you.

it bothered him so much his heart hurt for days. he didn't think he deserved you, but a selfish part of him wants you by his side. your marriage was forced, but over time it seems he found comfort in your smile and peace in your presence. so his selfishness is working to keep you as close to him as he can. he should have been better to you from the start, but at least (he hoped) it wasn't too late.

it's been almost two weeks since your confrontation, and every day since, he's been trying to make it up to you. you noticed, no matter how grand or subtle his gestures were.

it was awkward at first. you weren't used to being the centre of his attention. he was being more attentive and you weren't just strangers living in the same house anymore, so it felt weird. you were confused. you were finally getting along with him as you've wanted, but it was so odd you contemplated whether going back to the way things were was a better option.

you contemplated going back to the way things were to the time even before you met him.

you had touched on the topic of divorce that morning while the both of you were eating, but wonwoo stopped chewing and paled so ghostly white you thought he was going to fall sick, so you just cleared your throat and said it was about a friend. you never brought it up again. wonwoo still saw through your lie and it's been keeping him on edge. he was determined not to let you go.

you wanted to give in. he wasn't a man of many words, but he was trying. he was trying his absolute best and you wanted so badly to let yourself love him with everything you have to give. but you were scared.

what if he's just being nice? he's a good guy, it's how he is.

so many thoughts would cloud your mind and wonwoo would catch you zoning out often, sometimes even when you watched him. you've seen his kindness. he was a good hyung, son, and friend. he doesn't usually raise his voice and you were sure his heart was made of gold. his smiles were warm and sincere, and he was so beautiful and gentle with just about anything and anyone. there wasn't anything extravagant and special about the way he is with you now, he was just being himself and warming up to you more.

and it was so hard not to notice. he'd come home earlier on some days just to have dinner with you, or sit with you to watch TV while he worked. he'd crack jokes you'd think were funny, and even if you tried, you couldn't miss the fond smile that rested on his features as he let his soft gaze linger while you talked, or laughed, or did something.

it petrified you. the care and love you felt for him scared you to your wit's end. you didn't know what to do with yourself. if you let the walls you tried so hard to build crumble, whose fault would it be? wonwoo's for showing this side of him that you so desperately wanted to see? or yours for never learning your lesson?

"we're here," you heard him say.

you turned to face him, surprised to see him leaning his weight on his elbow that he had propped onto the storage compartment between your seats.

the light from the streetlamp outside illuminated his features so well he looked ethereal. heck, even the light in the car could have been the moonlight with the way he looked right now. 

his seatbelt was already off, which meant that you might have already reached your destination for a few minutes. you could have sworn you were at a stop light just a few seconds ago. so had he just been watching you?

wonwoo did park the car a few minutes ago. he turned to announce your arrival, but you were chewing on your bottom lip so deep in thought that he didn't want to interrupt. he settled for taking off his seatbelt and propping his elbow on the storage compartment, watching you with your eyebrows furrowed.

he wanted to know what you were thinking. he wanted to know how you felt. he worried if you were trying to find reasons to leave him, not that it would be difficult. he wanted to know if you thought about him. he wanted to know everything about you, beyond his observations.

please don't leave me, i love you. he thought.

i love you. he realised.

his heart ached. the only regret in his life right now is not realising how much you meant to him sooner.

he noticed you sigh subconsciously and decided to tell you that you were already at the venue. when you met his eyes, he smiled warmly. the kind that emphasised his smile lines as he flashed his perfect teeth and made his eyes small.

you returned the expression with a smile of your own, your heart beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it. you wished so so much that your face wasn't burning up. that would be embarrassing. you haven't had the chance to admit it to him, but wonwoo's smile was your favourite thing in the world.

"shall we?" he asked and you nodded.

you inhaled. suddenly nervous, you fumbled a little with your seatbelt but managed to unbuckle it, moving to open the car door and get out.

"wait, let me do it," he said.

"it's okay, won. i can do it," you tried but he was already out of the vehicle and jogging to the other side.

you collected your birthday gift for seungcheol and your purse from your lap as he opened the car door. wonwoo's heart was beating in his ears as you thanked him with a small smile, stepping out of the vehicle and letting him lock it behind you.

you walked towards the event hall while he collected his own gift, deciding your heart couldn't take it if you turned around to wait for him. you couldn't watch as he tried so hard to win you over. it broke your heart.

but it was also because of your weak heart that you walked slowly, pretending to make sure everything was in your purse so that he could catch up to you quickly. it worked, and you felt his presence next to you shortly after. his height allowed his shadow to loom over you, blocking the light from the streetlamp.

you couldn't resist and looked at him. he had a look of concern washed over his features, wordlessly asking if anything was missing. you swallowed hard. he was closer than you thought, but you managed a reply and told him you were just double-checking and that you had everything. he nodded and the both of you walked quietly across the street.

"can i... uh- can i hold your hand?" he broke the silence, taking the risk after contemplating it in his head for what felt like hours.

wonwoo felt like he couldn't breathe when you didn't respond. you were taken aback and couldn't find the words at all. he was beginning to regret even asking, awkwardly adjusting his collar until he felt your hand clasp his.

he exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding and looked at you while he smiled in relief, but you weren't looking at him.

you refused to. if you did, your guarded walls would crumble. the effect he had on you was dangerous.

the both of you reached the venue where the dinner was being held still hand in hand, but you let go as soon as you saw seungcheol to wave at him. wonwoo gave his hyung a hug and wished him a happy birthday and you did the same when he came up to you. the two of you passed the older man his gifts and he beamed, inviting you further in the hall as he welcomed other guests that came after you.

wonwoo licked his lips nervously, wanting to take your hand in his again. but since you made no move to do it, he decided against it and kept his hand balled into a fist by his side. he didn't want to push his luck too far.

the both of you walked over to where some of your mutual friends and wonwoo's colleagues sat. you took a seat next to vernon and seungkwan, who have been your best friends since high school. wonwoo took a seat in between you and his best friend and business partner mingyu, who you smiled at politely while walking past him earlier to take your seat.

"do you need anything?" vernon asked from next to you while the waiters started serving food on all the guest tables.

"no, thank you. i got it," you smiled at him.

vernon nodded and passed you a glass of water that was handed to him by the waiter, which you thanked him again for. he mumbled a 'no problem' as he grabbed another two glasses for seungkwan and himself.

"kwannie, could you get me two sashimis there?" you pointed at the sushi buffet laid out in front of him in the middle of the table.

wonwoo bit the inside of his cheek as he watched seungkwan grab your plate to help you, wishing you asked him for help too. he was fond of seungkwan and vernon, he really was. he was glad that you could count on them, but wonwoo wanted you to rely on him too. especially since he knew you rarely asked for help if you could do it yourself.

the rest of the dinner flew by. you mostly spoke to vernon and seungkwan, and occasionally to seungcheol who came by every now and then to talk or check how things were going.

most of the dinner's guests left after seungcheol's closing birthday speech, and only about twelve of his closest friends, wonwoo included, stayed behind for some drinks and a short get-together.

it was well after midnight when you and wonwoo reached home. since wonwoo had a few drinks, you drove home and let him take a nap in the car. you appreciated the quiet ride, not willing to strike up a conversation. you preferred the silence mostly because you didn't know what to say.

what you also didn't know was that wonwoo only pretended to be asleep in the car. at the function today, he felt his heart sink deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach as he watched you interact and laugh with other people.

he wouldn't have minded. he would have actually loved it had you not been ignoring him for the most part. he wanted to brush it off as you haven't met your friends in a while due to your work, but you actively avoided eye contact and looked away quickly whenever you did meet his eyes. it made him think the worst case scenarios.

he wanted to share laughs with you too. the dinner was an opportunity he had been looking forward to, but he forgot that it was a social event after all. he couldn't help it. it felt like all his progress went down the drain.

so he pretended that he was asleep in the car and stood behind you when you unlocked the door to your shared apartment. you took him by surprise when you turned and grabbed his arm to guide him in, letting go only when you sat him on the sofa and went to pour him a glass of water.

you set the mug of water down and wished him goodnight. when you straightened up to leave, he quickly held on to your forearm. his grip wasn't too strong but it stopped you in your tracks anyway.

"why are you avoiding me?" he finally asked the burning question in his head.

"i'm not avoiding you," you denied.

it was a lie and even he knew it, but he relented when you gently peeled his fingers off of your arm.

"yes you are," his voice lowered as he stood. "why?"

"i don't know what you're talking about," you averted his gaze.

"you're doing it again," he stepped forward and you stepped back.

"i'm not doing anything," you tried to stand your ground, looking at him again.

"you're taking care of me one moment and then the next you're refusing to speak to me," he explained. "did i do anything wrong?"

his voice cracked and your heart wrenched painfully in your chest. he gently held your hands but you pulled away, apologising softly.

"no, no. i'm the one who's sorry," he retracted his hand and paused.

you shook your head. "you didn't do anything to be sorry for,"

"then why are you avoiding me?"

"wonwoo, please understand," you began, and his heart hurt that you called him by his full name. what happened to the nickname you gave him?

your throat was closing up and you were finding it more difficult to control the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

"what is there to understand?" he pried. "you're confusing me,"

"i can't spend a single second more with you," you admitted, the tears you tried so hard to hide streaming down your face.

his eyes widened and his heart leapt up to his throat. his head hurt. this was it. you were set on leaving him already, no matter what he did to try and keep you by his side. he desperately searched your expression, but all he saw were your tears. you were crying and it pained him. he hated himself for being the reason you were crying again.

"sweetheart, please don't cry," wonwoo reached forward, but you stepped back, wiping your tears and turning away from him.

a choked sob from him forced you to face him again. he sat back down, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as tears of his own started to wet his cheeks. he wiped his face quickly.

"whatever it is, i'm sorry," he cried. "but please don't leave. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry,"

"wonwoo, please," you begged.

your resolve was crumbling. you couldn't watch him fall apart like this. you kneeled in front of him when he buried his face in his hands. it could have been the drinks he had, but wonwoo found himself unable to control his emotions. you pried his hands away from his face and forced him to look at you.

"please let me go, hm?" you coaxed, but he shook his head, still crying.

"why can't you understand?" you rested your forehead against your fists that were holding his hands. "i can't spend another second with you or else-"

you froze. you almost let it slip and wished he wouldn't ask, but of course he heard it and had to know.

"or else what?"

"nothing," you got up quickly and turned your back to him.

"stop avoiding me, y/n. talk to me, please," he begged.

"or else what?" his voice cleared.

"or else i'll fall in love with you!" you confessed, facing him while you threw your hands up in frustration.

wonwoo was standing again, frozen in place at your admission. you sniffled and sighed, eyes burning into his.

"again," your voice lowered to barely a whisper. "and you won't love me. again,"

your words hung so thick in the air it suffocated you. both of you.

"i'm tired of this, won. if you don't want me, let me go. i can't keep loving you if-"

your sentence was cut short as he grabbed your hands and pulled you into his embrace, engulfing you in his arms and his large frame. this was the first time you were this close to him, and you could feel his heart hammering against the shell of your ear.

a fresh stream of tears escaped the corners of your eyes and you sobbed into his chest. if this was how he felt, why didn't he ever tell you? wonwoo didn't know what to do, so he tightened his embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

when you regained yourself, he cupped your face in his hands as you pulled away and sniffled. he grinned at you, that heartache he called a smile tugging at your heartstrings. his cheeks were wet with his own tears, which you reached up to wipe. he chuckled and shook his head, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb and then his face with his sleeves.

"do you love me that much?" he asked quietly. "enough to love me a second time?"

you nodded, still unable to find the right words that expressed your thoughts. you didn't have to, though, because wonwoo understood. he studied your features for a little while, caressing your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"may i?" he asked again, this time making you raise your eyebrows.

you hummed inquisitively and he leaned forward. oh.

you closed the gap between the both of you, your lips meeting his. the both of you held on to each other as if you were afraid the other would disappear if either of you let go. his hand cupped your cheek gently while the other rested on your waist, and your hands were in his hair and on his back. the both of you eventually broke the kiss and he nestled his face in the crook of your neck while you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"i love you too," he pecked your skin. "i'm sorry it took me so long to realise. please don't leave me,"

"wonwoo..."

"hmm?" he hummed against your neck, worried again when you didn't call him by his nickname.

"that tickles," you joked and a loud laugh reverberated from his chest.

i love you. enough to love you for more than just this lifetime. you thought as you let yourself giggle and tighten your arms around him.

—

masterlist // part 1

[whats-it-mean]

hiii idk how i haven't seen anyone writing about this trope with him but... can i request some kaoru with a jealous/possessive s/o? since he's popular and he's like, the pretty boy from undead i think it would a scenario of him getting hit and maybe his s/o just asks him politely to be alone for a moment with an excuse, but it's actually just to steal a kiss from him since they got jealous and they're a bit sulky now ^^

Jealousy, jealousy ☆

A/N - HAHAHAH. ANOTHER KAORU REQUEST WEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH evil cackling i love kaoru so much and honestly this prompt makes so much sense like. you cant tell me he doesnt get hit on every time he leaves his house (and with good reason i mean have you SEEN him??????????????????????????????)

C/W - none :D

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A relationship with Kaoru, resident playboy of UNDEAD, was bound to have its strings attached, and you knew that by now. It wasn’t too big of a deal to you. Him offering winks out to the crowd and occasionally using some sort of shitty pick up line during interviews- Just little acts of fanservice for the various fans who would enjoy that sort of thing, and by now it was all something you’d become accustomed to.

And even then, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing when there was an UNDEAD meet-and-greet. It was vaguely annoying to see how many girls (and even some boys) would fawn over him at such events, but you were there to support him, after all, and it wasn’t enough of a nuisance to bring up when it was so crucial to his success as an idol. 

And, even the slight annoyances were fine, because most, if not all of UNDEAD’s fans were respectful enough to realize which boundaries not to push.

But there’s always an exception to that sort of thing, isn’t there?

It was fairly average for Kaoru to flirt with fans at meet-and greet-events, but today there was one person in particular who seemed to have no regard whatsoever for his comfort in the situation. It started off fairly normal, them clearly expressing their excitement as they shook Kaoru’s hand, but you couldn’t help but feel offput by the way they stared at him.

“Kaoru!! It’s so amazing to meet you!” They squealed, squeezing their hands tighter around Kaoru’s, and he let out a nervous chuckle.

“Ah, of course, always a pleasure to meet a fan~”  

You blinked in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the typical, overly-familiar display before turning back to face the meet-and-greet stall, only to see this particular fan having leaned uncomfortably close to Kaoru, a love-struck look in their eyes and as they spoke. “Kaoru, you should go out with me! I’m your biggest fan, and I love you, you know!”

Wha…?

Without a moment to waste, the security guards scattered about the stall took the individual away, eliciting a pouty whine from them, but they overall didn’t put up too much of a fight against it, although yelling “I love you, Kaoru!!” as they were taken off. 

Saying you were pissed was probably an understatement.

You huffed at the display, tapping your foot with agitation as you stared off at where security had taken them, letting your eyes linger on the corner they’d just turned before walking up next to Kaoru with a practiced smile on your face.

“Apologies! Kaoru needs an impromptu break, so he’ll have to take a quick leave, everyone.” You announced, earning some annoyed groans from the line of fans awaiting their turn. He glanced at you, confusion evident on his face, but didn’t protest as he watched you. “He’ll be back soon.”

And with that, you had an arm around his and were practically dragging him to find a more secluded area in the little setup UNDEAD had, your poor temper only festering as you turned around a corner and finally stopped, huffing and crossing your arms.

“Um..” Kaoru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at you. “Everything okay?”

You glanced up at him, contemplating your options- you could either explain your jealousy, and risk endless teasing from Kaoru (and, consequently, Rei), or… You could kiss him. A quick little reminder that he was yours, and then the problem would be resolved, right?

It seemed as good a plan as any other, and you found yourself wrapping your arms carefully around his neck to bring him down to your height and closed the distance with a quick and sweet kiss. You pulled away after a moment of reveling in the way his eyes widened from the feeling of your lips against his, and grinned. 

“...Yeah, everything’s good.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End.

[the-original-skipps]

Would Suo ever cheat?

oooooooooooh now this is an interesting question I’ve been putting his ask on hold becuz I was seriously contemplating it I know I was contemplating whether if fictional men would cheat on you or not lol now this is just my opinion my suo simps and wb simps are free to start a debate on me with this

here’s my answer I don’t think he will becuz one thing I’ve realized about suo is his self discipline and loyalty let’s start off with self discipline I’m sure we’ve all gone on a diet before right? and I’m sure we’ve had moments where couldn’t wait for the coming cheat day or couldn’t resist that delicious looking snack well so far in the series suo has not eaten eating other than water coffee or tea which is honestly all beverages tell me a moment where you actually saw him eating something dude has some serious self restraint and discipline to do that or idk maybe he’s binge eating cake at home if he can hold himself back from something as eating I think I’d have a much stronger restraint when it comes to cheating

second look at suo and tell me he’s not the loyal and righteous type dude got angry because some middle schooler he didn’t know was getting unfairly beaten up or when nirei got beat in the keel arc okay maybe he’s scary when he fights likes to manipulate people gaslight and is somewhat a sadist but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad person hahahah i know it doesn’t look good buttttttt evil final boss suo theory anyone? He doesn’t fight because he wants to kick ass or be strong but because he’s protecting something his friends his town ya know what I’m trying to say is that suo got some serious self restraint and is a good person so far so I don’t see him cheating on someone who he dates (opens his heart to and choose to trust) but that’s just my opinion

[diorjadore]

Tl;dr I think I wanna come back?

Hi oh my gosh I don’t even know where to start HAHAHAH but hi it’s me and I’m occasionally opening Tumblr again. Sorry for being gone for so long!

Wait guys before the good stuff, let me spill some of the boring stuff first lmao

I’m so busy with university, it’s absurd.

I almost cannot recognize any of my mutuals and readers on here anymore, please come back! Jk but please I feel so old but also new because I don’t know anyone here anymore.

I wanna come back but it’s just so different here now. I miss my old mutuals and readers but hooray for the new ones!

I’m still very much a fan of Vinnie, still updated and all of that.

If I do restart on fiction writing, I wouldn’t know where to start again because I’m creatively drained (I can overcome it) but the drive is pretty much still alive.

I’m afraid to flop.

Okay now I wanna ask a few questions HAHAaajsja

Do people still read Vinnie fanfics?

Do you still want Vinnie stories from me? What do you want me to write about? (This is me vibe checking before I commit again.)

Are my old fellow Vinnie writers still active here? :((

How are my lovely readers?

Do you have the patience for someone taking 7 subjects? Lmfao

Trust me guys, I really wanna go back and I see a window in my schedule where I can write! But unfortunately, I can’t really promise anything. I know this seems like a long whiny post but its 2 am and I’m contemplating very hard.

Please drop by my asks for requests or just to talk, I would love to read and answer them!!!

That’s all from me! Love you all, thank you for still being here. 💛

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

south park boys in relationships with y/n !

stan:

stan and you got together about a year before the gang found out you guys were actually together. they didn't suspect a thing with the way you and stan pretended to hate one another..

it was kyle who was the first one to find out. you and stan had been hanging out at his house, cuddling on his bed and just talking, as usual. then kyle opened the door.. a huge gasp elicited from his mouth, "what are you guys doing?". thankfully he'd been alone and both you and stan could thoroughly explain yourselves without cartman interrupting.

telling cartman was the hard part. "hahahah! stan how do you think i'd believe y/n would get with you!" he'd laugh and look at you who has a face of genunity. "wait you're serious?.. dude!"

kyle:

kyle confessed to you the second he saw you, actually. "damn you're hot.". you thought he was cute but you didn't know him. the more you talked, the closer you got. and when you hung out without the boys for the first time, he kissed you. you never declared that you had been dating, but just rolled with the fact that you were.

"yo, are y/n and kyle like a thing now?" "oh–, i don't know stan." and kyle would overhear this conversation before grabbing your hand and pulling you over to stan and butters. "yeah, we're a thing, what about it?".

eric:

the gang found it weird that you called cartman eric, so did eric.. when he asked you, you confidently responded, "because i think you're cute. call me.", handing him a slip of paper with your number on it.

you were new to school, and you weren't friends with any of the boys yet. that was until cartman called you asking to come hang out with him and the guys. the two of you flirted and eventually stan and kyle would recommend, "just date already," "yeah im sick of watching you guys flirt all day." "oh shut up you jew." and then you gave him a kiss before walking away. soon the two of you started dating.

kenny:

kenny was surprisingly loud and flirtatious when the two of you were alone together. he would barely wear his hood, and he'd constantly throw you winks and smirks. even sometimes with the guys, he'd secretly throw you an occasional wink.

it was a mutual agreement not to tell anyone about the two of you, but you weren't actively trying to hide it. the two of you just didn't like pda, and that helped in keeping it a secret.

butters:

you knew butters wasn't really in the friend group, and you liked that about him. when you and butters started dating, there was really nobody to tell, or hide it from. the two of you kissed one time in the halls and cartman saw.

"eww butters just kissed y/n!!" he yelled and got the attention of a bunch of kids who would gasp.

you could see butters embarrassment, and so you took his hand and pulled him to the gym where the two of you would hide under the bleachers. "it's okay, butters. now all those girls know you're off limits."

[ikeromantic]

Hello dear, how’s everything? Hope you are morr than fine these days 😸 Say, for the aks, can I have a Hideyoshi with word “heat” and ♨️? (That is a osen/hot spring emoji btw, also it’s not necessarily a “hot” ask hahahah just if tou are in the mood otherwise is just fine with wtvr you feel like and feels comfortable writing) 💓

Ehehehe an opportunity to write Hideyoshi in a less . . . mothering . . . light! Approx. 900 words of heat, an onsen, and a healthy amount of spice.

Hideyoshi leaned back against the stone side of the hot spring and let his eyes drift shut. The water steamed the air around him like a hot, velvety fog. There were few occasions he could relax like this and it felt incredibly good to just let go for a little while. He took a deep, slow breath and sank a little lower in the water.

“I knew I’d find you here.” The chatelaine’s voice floated to him through the heated air. 

He opened his eyes and saw the outline of her at the far end of the pool. The steam was just thick enough to lend her figure an air of mystery, though he could clearly make out the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. She was a sight he thought he could never tire of. Hideyoshi’s mouth curved up in a pleased smile. “Are you joining me?”

“Yep. It’s just really hot.” She dipped her toe in the water and pulled it back. 

“You have to go slow, let your body adjust.” He moved over to her side. “It will be a little uncomfortable at first, but then you start to relax and it’s -” He searched for the right word for a moment.

“Perfect?”

Hideyoshi chuckled. “That works.” 

She sat down at the edge of the pool and carefully put her feet in. Her face was already flushed, her hair damp and clinging to her skin where it touched. The nervous expression she wore eased after a long moment, and she scooted forward to sink her legs into the water up to her knee. “That does feel good,” she sighed.

He took her foot in his hands and began to rub the tension from it. She worked hard, always taking on tasks and volunteering for things. The chatelaine needed this break as much as he did. They were both always taking care of other people and it was a nice change to just take care of each other for a bit. 

“Oh my god. You are so good at that.” She made a little sound of pleasure. 

Hideyoshi switched to her other foot. “I don’t have any training. I just go by your sweet expressions to figure out if what I’m doing works or not.” He grinned. “Right now, your face says ‘yes, yes, that’s the spot!’”

She laughed. “Are you teasing me right now, Mister Toyotomi?”

“A little,” he admitted. 

“Well, you can tease me all you like as long as you keep doing that with your hands.” She leaned back, setting her hands a little behind her hips. 

Hideyoshi wondered if she had any idea how she looked, sitting like that. Gorgeous came to mind. But that wasn’t quite right. Tantalizing might be better. He slid his hands up to her calf, continuing to work out her tension, though his thoughts were much less innocent.

The chatelaine regarded him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh is this a full body massage now? I thought you were just being sweet by rubbing my feet.”

“I think it ought to be,” Hideyoshi replied, trying to keep his voice level and calm. He didn’t feel calm at all. Desire set his pulse racing and thrummed in his low belly. But this was a hot spring and the point was to relax. Not . . . the many activities that stirred to life as he looked at her luscious beauty. 

She laughed. “I never actually had one before. It’s kind of expensive and I thought it would be a little weird to be naked or, I guess mostly naked, while someone you don’t know rubs you.” 

“Mmm. Yes. I wouldn’t want anyone else to touch you like that.” His hands slid up from her calves to her thighs. 

The chatelaine sighed in pleasure at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “Right? And that’s even without a happy ending. I don’t think . . . a real . . . masseuse does that . . . it would be so awkward!”

“A happy ending?” Hideyoshi leaned closer, not understanding. 

“Oh!” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “It’s a - a thing I heard. That some places kind of . . . finish you up? You know?”

“I don’t understand.” He didn’t, though he had a suspicion of what she meant. Services of a more intimate nature than just a massage. His fingers glided over her damp, slick skin, rubbing away the knots of tension in her inner thighs. Her legs slid a little further apart, and the sight of her like that sent a sharp need coursing through him. Relax relax relax, he thought, though the mantra did nothing to calm him. 

“Mmmm. Damn, I didn’t even know I was tense there,” she sighed. She said nothing more on the subject of happy endings, but Hideyoshi wasn’t going to drop it. The idea stuck in his head, fueled by the sight of her and the sound of her pleasure. 

This was a private onsen and they would not be interrupted. He placed a kiss on her leg. “So. These happy endings . . . they are a little more intimate than a massage?”

“Y-yes.” Her eyes opened and she watched him with a wary anticipation.

Hideyoshi brushed his fingertips over the soft skin of her low belly, tracing the line of her pelvic bone. “Creating some tension to release?”

She made a little sound of surprise at the touch. 

“I think I get the idea, but . . . “ He used his other hand to bring her closer to the edge, until she was sitting half off and half on the stone. “Why don’t you tell me if I got it right?” 

After that, Hideyoshi was a little busy with his mouth to say more. But based on the delighted noises his lovely made, he definitely had the right idea.

[picnokinesis]

I don't think you reblogged this but I am interested so 1&2 for the same ask game when you have time! Whichever WIP you want.

Oh my days HI GABE!!!! Thank you for the ask!! For everyone else there's a wip questionnaire here by @buffythevampirelover which maybe I'll reblog in a minute if anyone wants to ask me questions about my fan or og projects hahahah

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

Okay I'm actually gonna answer this about two different projects because a) I bugged gabe to actually give me a project and he said disarmed sksksk but also b) I have an interesting answer for one of my og projects

Disarmed, first of all - this is a fanfic wip that I'm currently working on (we're on the last chapter now, hurrah!). It's an idea I had in 2021, and I had actually decided that it was officially scrapped/permanently shelved at the start of January....only for me to then sign up to the goreswap exchange and decide to write it anyway SKSK ONLY TO THEN STOP because it got too long so I wrote something else instead.

If you don't like mentions of horrible injuries, I'd recommend stopping here and jumping to the next post on your dash haha.

Disarmed actually originally came about from a very rancid dream I had where the Doctor and the Master were both found in a forest on an alien planet, holding each other's severed arms over their shoulders rip. And so, from there, I ended up drafting this Idea in my brain - and I had this EXCEPTIONALLY clear image in my head of the Master sewing the Doctor's arm onto where his used to be (which...kind of doesn't technically even happen in the story anymore but the imagery remained), and so that was the first thing I created. Which is - actually tell you what, I'm gonna throw that sketch that i did under the cut along with the rest of this answer in case people scrolling don't want to see mild cartoon gore haha. Also this post might get a bit long anyway

Here he is!

So in case anyone wasn't sure, the title is purely there for the pun and always has been hahah

For my og project though - this is a script that I'm not gonna say the name of because I submitted it to a BBC script call HAHA, but it's about a meteorite strike that causes a lot of problems, including giving some people dangerous powers. This idea actually started waaaaaaaay back when I was like, 16yo or so, when I wrote three songs that I wanted to make into a concept album. I'm pretty sure that the first one was actually one called Days Gone By, which I actually filmed myself singing here, back when I had long hair haha, although I think you could argue that the bones of We've Heard It All Before (which is now a complete song - and also YIKES I took this fast, baby taka what are you doing sksksk) came up before any of Days Gone By. How do I know this? I have a ton of old voice notes on my laptop. The interesting thing here is that Days Gone By is actually Plot C in my script and doesn't even come up in the episode that I wrote, which was the pilot, and thus only covers Plot A (Through the Dust and Blood, the third song which I did not film) and Plot B (We've Heard It All Before). Even funnier story - the idea for the original concept album which became the script was ALSO, like disarmed, based on a dream I had HAHAHA (but like, so loosely. I don't think any of the original dream other than the imminent meteorite strike has made it into the final project. Great jumping off point, though!).

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Gonna answer this one about my og WIP script, Onkalo, because this project has some original folk songs that I've written right at the heart of it - and so, naturally, I would have a rendition of Over Onkalo as the intro. I kind of imagine it like, a medley of an instrumental or soundtrack version, so more dramatic and orchestral, but with people singing the song coming in and out of it - and then it would end on just people singing the last line acapella as the rest of the music fades out and theeeeen - titles! Or something like that. If I have to go with a song that's already been written though, I'd probably go with maybe El Búho by Blanco White, or You Are a Memory by Message to Bears.

THANKS FOR THE ASK GABE!! <3

[michaelmilligan]

Hi there.

🌹🌹🌹

Please and thank you!

Hellooooo! Ask and ye shall receive WIP snippets. :3

This is from a short fic I'm writing for Midam Appreciation Week:

OH, Michael eventually said, and then: ARE YOU SURE? Adam was still trembling, and had to grip the edge of the table for balance. “If you want to break up with me, just say so,” he bellowed, hurt and exhaustion taking hold in his mind and body as the tension left him and only a bone-deep tiredness remained. Yeah, so maybe he hadn't slept in two days, and had lost a bunch of blood earlier. And maybe he hadn't eaten properly, too excited to hold anything down anyway. BREAK UP? ADAM, WE- Michael's grace sparkled in confusion and – something else. WE'RE TOGETHER?

(aka newsflash, asshole, you've been together this entire time!)

This is from a canon-divergent S14 fic I hope to finish one day:

Before anyone in the room could so much as move to investigate, the door burst open, a body flying a few feet through the air before it hit the floor, then slid further. Michael stepped to the side, out of the way of the body while managing to look both disgruntled and detached, as if his only fear was getting blood on his shoes. There were more bodies at the edge of the door, and the man who stepped over them and into the room was obviously far less bothered by getting his shoes dirty. There was already blood on his green jacket, and on the angel blade in his hands. Sam blinked at him, his brain screeching to a halt. “Adam?” he asked breathlessly. Blue eyes came to rest on him, and Sam wasn't sure how eyes could seem sarcastic, but they managed. “Really? I'm hurt, Sam. I thought you of all people would recognize me.”

(Also Midam, of course. Because what else do I ever write.)

Aaaaaand an AU loosely inspired by Jane Austen's writing (not any particular book of hers, but simply her style, which I don't think I can emulate, though I try):

Adam was eighteen years of age this season, and might possibly start thinking about marriage soon. His features had developed and, indeed, settled some since Lord Michael had first met him – he had retained his somewhat unremarkable good looks. He was cute rather than handsome or beautiful, and so naturally stood in the shadow of his eldest brother, who however did not seem inclined towards marriage. As long as he was on the market, Lord Michael supposed, Adam would always be the after-thought. (This was an uncharacteristically astute observation for Lord Michael, who otherwise gave little thought to anyone's value on the marriage market. Let it not be said that Lord Michael was entirely without insight.) It was somewhat sad in Lord Michael's opinion that Adam would not be valued for his qualities of mind and character due to his social standing and comparison to his brother. Certainly, he thought, the boy's – or by now, man's – character was without reproach. His oddities only served to make him charming. Lord Michael did not see the irony of himself chasing Sir Dean and only getting to know Adam as an addendum in the process. Meanwhile Adam was very much aware of this fact, but tried steadfastly to ignore that whom he was starting to consider one of his best friends had only started talking to him because of his brother.

(You know. Midam. And something I hope to finish. Eventually. It's only at 21k, how hard can it be, hahahah. Haha. Haaaaah.)

Tl;dr: My brain refuses to concentrate on any one story at a time, so I'm writing about fifty of them in parallel. 👍

[lightlycareless]

Ok but like… virgin!naoya 👀👀👀👀👀 thoughts?

😏 hello. what an interesting topic...

I initially wanted to write something short, like hc's or such, but you know me I just gotta go the whole way hahahah. Anyways, this is very... idk how to say it, I feel kinda bad for Naoya, but I had to exagerate some things because honestly I do not feel a man like him would be a virgin for too long, you know?

anyways, here are the warnings: smut. naoya being weird, a dork tbh (but a perverted one too) and something tells me this is lowkey bottom!naoya too... anyways; MINORS DNI. happy reading!!

Virgin!naoya where all of his thoughts are, of course, having his first time.

He wholeheartedly believes the reason why he hasn't been able to do it is because everyone around him doesn't have good taste. Like, they can't see all that he offers, what a great deal he is:

He has money, prestige, a good education (he’s attending one of the best colleges in the country!) and literally no worry in the world ‘cause the rest of his life is set thanks to his family.

But at the same time, he doesn’t want people to just want him for that.

Unbelievably, he desires someone that will make him feel like the amazing, accomplished, talented, one of a kind, never seen before, man he considers himself to be, even if he didn’t have anything under his name.

If he just wanted sex, he could pay someone for that!

And yet, he still waits for the right one.

Naturally, Naoya isn’t any proud of the fact that he hasn’t been able to get it on with anyone, so he goes to the extent of making things up to compensate for that.

Whenever people around him start talking about their flings, one-night stands amongst other things, Naoya always has something to say:

“Experiences” of course, that he made up from watching porn. And apparently no one has been able to catch him in the lie, either because he turned very aggressive when confronted, or because they didn’t care tbh.

Until someone dared confront him.

“But you didn’t go out that night.”

“I saw you somewhere else though.”

“I thought you said you stayed home all day that time…?”

To say a few.

And when the pieces began to fall into place, alongside the fact how “nervous” he got when asked to elaborate, the earth-shattering truth comes out:

“Wait—Naoya, don’t tell me you… you’re a virgin?”

It’s safe to say that Naoya hides himself from the goddamn world for the following days, right after making the curious asker regret their existence.

But now that the truth was out there, he was on a mission to prove everyone wrong; he was going to lose his virginity, no matter what it took, and stop being the laughingstock of his friends.

He’d start by going date, after date, after date with any girl he thought attractive in hopes of finally getting laid.

But somehow, it just never went through; not even the most desperate woman would accept him, because of course, he just had to open his mouth and that’d be enough for everyone to run away.

Naoya is now, for all intents and purposes, desperate. Wasn’t sex supposed to be the easiest thing to find in the world??

Like, even his dad got laid! He exists for a reason! Why can’t he have the same luck??? He’s even better looking than him!! So why is it so goddamn hard???

…

Naoya really, really doesn’t want to pay someone to do it; doesn’t want to hurt his pride, make everyone believe that he wasn’t able to get it out of his pure charm…

But his delusions don’t get bad until he meets the new girl at school; a transfer student from Tokyo that wanted to know what Kyoto was all about.

Naoya usually didn’t care about these situations, unless he could get use them to his advantage.

But that quickly changes when he sees her—you.

Not that he had any choice, because you had an alluring aura that attracted everyone to you, whether because of your status as a new student, or your surprisingly fun personality.

He got to experience this last part after discovering you had a class with him, eventually assigned to do a group project for the end of the semester.

It all started by meeting at the library after school to work on it, before exchanging numbers, social media, and eventually, hanging out outside of campus to talk not only about the project, but other things as well.

Naoya tries his hardest to not socialize beyond necessary means, share nothing that pertains to personal matters.

But he couldn’t, because the more he spends time with you, the more he learns how much in common the two have. Things he didn’t think a girl like you would like, enjoy talking about, or even wanted to know more of.

It also helped that he found you very attractive. Perhaps the prettiest woman he’s seen in his life—but he sure liked being admired by you more.

However, let’s not forget this is a man that has been “deprived” of sex, so it doesn’t take long for him before he starts fantasizing about you: starting by notion of how your skin would feel against him—it’s warm, it’s scent.

To how you’d look underneath your clothes, how you’d squirm beneath him, begging him to take you and mark you as solely his with those desperate moans he can already hear through your lovely voice.

By that point, Naoya is already getting off at the thought of you about… daily, really. Getting hard the moment he sees you do anything remotely provocative, although unintentionally, or just because you’re there.

Porn is now with actresses that resemble you, immediately getting angry when he doesn’t find any that suits his preference, resorting to stalking your social media afterwards.

He’s highly grateful that you’ve trusted him to add you online, thinks you foolish for having done so. However, it came with a price:

Whenever he sees a glimpse, the faintest hint of another man alongside you, (or worse, in a relationship) makes him highly jealous, to the point of wanting to directly confront you and demand who was that?! And how dare you talk to him while seeing someone else!

Only to stop when (what little) his common sense tells him that if he does so, he might lose you permanently; and he doesn’t want to do that with the only person that has made him feel this way.

Besides, you once (seemingly unprovokedly) told him you were single. So there's that.

Yet, as much as he was obsessed with you, finished to the thought of you, hallucinates of you—he doesn’t go beyond that. Doesn’t do anything to make his dreams a reality.

Or more like you win him to it, one day asking him if “he’d like to get something to eat with you one day” and not precisely to work on that tedious group project, but as a…

“What—like… a date?” he asks bluntly, you look away for a brief second, flustered, before nodding.

So, he accepts, even when he thought he should’ve been the first one to ask but whatever, this is something he can still use to his advantage, precisely for his little setback.

The two end up going to a nearby mall, walking around to see the stores before getting something to eat and watching a movie.

Nothing happens there, as much as he would’ve liked to; however, you do lean into him, rest your head over your shoulder before grabbing his hand and remaining that way until the movie ended.

“I had fun, Naoya.” You’d say as he dropped you off at home. “I hope we can go out again.”

Let’s say Naoya didn’t sleep that night at all.

The two would continue to hang out, both inside and outside the campus, to the point everyone believed Naoya and you were now dating.

Neither denied nor confirmed the rumors for the question had yet to be asked, but even when Naoya had to admit that this was the most time he had invested to getting into a girl’s pants—he'd almost forgotten why he started all this in the first place.

Naoya was genuinely enjoying spending time with you, mostly because you didn’t run away when he began to grow more comfortable with you—although you would tell him to not say certain things (and he’d try, keyword: try)—and as stated before, you were... different.

But he still wanted it, of course. So it shouldn’t come to anyone’s surprise that after a few dates, long nights calling and texting one another, as well as insinuating wanting more, it finally happens.

The two agree to spend the night at Naoya’s apartment after spending the whole day together. How he managed to take you there in the first place, after being unable to keep hands off one another, is to be commended.

Naoya hastily takes you to his bedroom as soon as both walk through the door, where you’d get undressed before moving to the bed.

It’s apparent to you that he wants to get to the main course as soon as possible, yet there’s still hesitation behind his actions, starting from the bruteness behind his kisses, to the tremble in his fingers; almost as if he didn’t know what to do or how to touch you.

But your desire didn’t allow you to worry much about those trivial things, moving forward to the moment Naoya had been daydreaming of.

“Put the condom on, Naoya…” you whined as you laid back on the bed. Naoya, now on top of you, scoffs.

“Why? You’re the only one I’m seeing.” There’s the slightest tremble in his voice, but he means his words either way.

Besides, it’s his first time, he doesn’t want some stupid rubber getting in the way.

“Because I don’t want to get pregnant—we’re not even dating yet!” You jest with a giggle; and the thought of you begetting his child after your first night with him only makes him feel hotter. He wouldn’t mind marrying you, but one step at a time. “Just pull out, ok?”

Naoya was already near his limit when you said those words, but he’s pushed past the edge when hearing the sharp gasp you make upon seeing his cock.

He always knew he packed something good, but he was never sure until hearing your reaction, which certainly urged him to become more arrogant (incredibly) and eager.

And after some quick preparations, as well as mental encouragement from his side, it was finally time for the main event.

He’d had his fair share of reimaginations of what his first time would be like, the kind of pussy he’d like to see, and the beautiful girl he’d get as well.

But none of them compared to the real thing: it’s safe to say that you surpassed all expectations, and he couldn’t wait to have a taste of the pleasure he had been unfairly deprived fro—

“It’s a bit lower, Naoya.” You gently murmur, swiftly cutting through his thoughts, upon feeling his cock prod at… well, anywhere but your entrance.

“…Right.” He frowns, slightly embarrassed before swallowing, refocusing on the prize at hand, adjusting the tip a bit lower and onto your entrance.

He feels the warmth radiating of it as he coats on your glistening sick, before pushing past your tight rim in one swift, yet agonizingly pleasurable, movement.

Naoya never liked exaggeration; thought it to be immature, if not incredulous, but he can’t resort to anything else when describing the sensations he’s immediately engulfed with when entering your cunt.

The tightness, the warmth, it’s gumminess—it was all of his fantasies + more merging into his reality. Ones that just grew hotter and hotter the deeper he moved, making his plans of plummeting into you falter, lowly whimpering as he acknowledged what is happening.

He’s finally having sex—losing his virginity.

And it was so, so much better than he imagined.

It’s like getting high; with the world around him starting to spin as he could only think about staying inside you, relishing on the pleasure he should’ve gotten ages ago, but now it’s here and he—he…!

Naoya wants to move, wants to experience more of the vice grip of your walls on his cock, the softness of your breasts, or the warmth of your kisses.

All while making you scream, call out the name of the one making you feel this way!

But he can’t.

He just... can’t move; he doesn’t—he doesn’t know how to.

As much as he wants to, longed to do so, he’s forced instead to remain there while your body completely overtakes his senses: eyes blurry, jaw tightly clenched, alongside his desperate whines are just a few examples of this.

“Naoya, please…” you beg, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and moving him closer to you, enough to whisper against his ear, as your walls squeeze his cock, as to accentuating your neediness. “Fuck me”

He really, really wished you hadn’t done that.

“Y/N!” He gasps, finally moving his hips back before snapping them against you, mentally preparing for the long night ahead—

Only that he doesn’t move again as soon as he hits your cervix; instead, he keeps still yet again, deep inside you, while letting out a light groan before resting his head against the crook of your neck.

It doesn’t compute at first for you, believing something wrong had occurred, maybe he didn’t want to spend the night with you anymore—

Until a warm, sticky sensation begins to invade your walls; it’s then that everything falls into place, making your eyes snap to him, more than ready to scold him for going against your request—

Only to see that this hadn’t been voluntary; his tightly shut eyes and flustered face proving you other wise as he continued to indulge in this happening, a sensation he undeniably wishes to persevere…

Unless you were to pull him back to reality.

“Naoya—did you… did you just cum?”

“Wha—what?” he breathes, still capable of acknowledging you through the drowning sensation of his orgasm.

“Did you just cum?” you repeat. “Inside me—Naoya, did you—"

“What? No—I—” he says, wishing to refute your incredulous claim, excuse it had been nothing but your imagination, because he couldn’t be one of those!

But one quick look at your entrance was enough to prove him wrong, pulling his cock out and allowing his seed to drip down your pussy and to the sheets; proving that truly, he had finished as soon as he entered you.

“I didn’t—"

And this made him highly embarrassed, if not disappointed.

“Then what happened? You just moved and then—"

“Get out.” He inadvertently says, you blink.

“Excuse me?”

“I said—get out.”

"Naoya, I didn't—I don't think that's— let's talk fir—"

“Leave before I fucking drag out you myself!”

He doesn’t want to deal with this situation anymore, doesn’t want to feel further humiliated by his blatantly obvious inexperience, nor hear anything from you that might highlight this fact—that much is clear by his tone, which swiftly prompts you pick up your things, dress up, and leave him, alongside the notion that his life will be ruined from this point forward.

Because more than shame of the present, he fears the future:

He knows you’re going to tell others of his mishap, spread his disgrace as your life depended on it, further tarnishing his already soiled image for the rest of his life.

All that Naoya could think of from that moment forward was the lengths he’ll have to go to avoid facing the consequences of his ruined reputation: he’ll have to switch cities, change his number, perhaps even his name!

And not only that, but he’ll also have to live in isolation to avoid the jests that will undoubtedly come from his family once they hear of his mistake.

The rest he could tolerate; but this... this he cannot.

But when he returns to campus, expecting to be bombarded by his group of “friends” mocking him for acting like a horny teenager, alongside some other lies you created to further humiliate him…

Nothing seems to have changed.

In fact, everyone continued to act as they always did; his friends greeting him, the rest avoiding him… essentially allowing him to continue his daily routine like it was any other day.

Including meeting you in class.

Naoya does his best to avoid you, having arrived to the conclusion that you’re instead holding his misadventure as blackmail to use when it better suits your needs.

But he can’t, not when you insist on talking to him through class, almost enough to be reprimanded by the teacher.

“What do you want?!” he scowls as soon as the two are alone, in a far away classroom rarely anyone uses.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” You admit. “Why hadn’t you responded my—"

“For what? To make fun of me again??”

“What? No! I wasn’t—I didn’t make fun of you. Why would you even suggest—"

“Then what is it, Y/N? What other reason would you have for this, then?” you don’t respond, this makes him angrier. “Why haven’t you told anyone of what happened that night, hm? Waiting for the perfect moment?”

“What are you even saying?” you ask back, genuinely confused by his accusations. “I get it, it was… surprising, not exactly what anyone would want, but I’d never do that!”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Naoya goaded. “Certainly, you must know my reputation by now, all you could get by spreading something like that!”

“…Because that’s—that’s not what I want to do with someone I like!” You cry.

“What?” he asks, perplexed. Not an answer that aligned to his predispositions. “What do you mean you—you like me?”

He had some notion of that, blatantly obvious by the way you'd following him around like a lost puppy, or the whispers coming from those around you.

In other words, his shock came from the fact that he never believed it was genuine; maybe because deep inside him, he thought everyone always wanted something from him. Seemed to be like that, even up to this point, thinking one of his friends had maybe set you up for this, him willingly naive...

Yet, the evidence was outstandingly contrary.

“Why would I ask you out if I didn’t?” you insist; he shrugs. “…Is this common for you, Naoya? To have people talk behind your back and such?”

“A bit.”

“You need better friends.” You attempt to jest. He sighs.

“… So what? What do you want to talk about?” Naoya begins anew. You press your lips together.

“… I just wanted to tell you that I didn't care that... that happened. And that I didn't mean to do things to make you feel embarrassed, of course.” You explain. “Although I have to admit that it did startle me, thought you had done it in purpose… but then, I saw it was something else, and...”

“I’m assuming you already now that was my first—"

“It was my first time too.” You admit, he blinks, not believing your words. “At least… getting to that part.”

“You? Your first time?”

“I don’t know how to take that.” You frown.

“I was referring to what others think of you. You must’ve heard that by now." he says.

“Yeah; I have.” you admit. "But I'm not interested in that."

“Then why me? Why are even you doing all of this, even after that?”

“Because you don’t treat me like they do; to you, I’m just another student coming for class, not some shiny new toy some can’t wait to get their hands on..." you murmur, before chuckling. "And because you’re the most handsome one here!"

"Really?" he raises an eyebrow, doing his best to avoid his fluster from showing on his face.

You chuckle, Naoya smirks.

“… I thought it was cute.”

“What was?”

“…you know, that.” You silently admit, Naoya finally blushes. “I mean, I didn’t like you finishing inside me, but I... I never had anyone like me that much, you know? If anything... I’m surprised you haven’t done this with anyone else.”

“It’s simply my reality.” he says; some things are just incapable of being explained.

“Well then, I’m flattered I was the first one.” You grin. “I’ll take full responsibility.”

“I’m the one supposed to say that.” He frowns, you giggle. “… so… what does this mean?”

“…That we can try it again, everything I mean. I still like you, after all...” you chuckle nervously, before looking away. “But only if you still want to, of course, I don't want to sound like I'm—”

“Dinner; tonight, in my apartment.” He says immediately. “After 7, once I’m done working out, I'll go pick you up.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, taking a step closer. “But first we have to finish our group assignment! Also, don’t kick me out again! Or I won’t take it nicely this time…”

“Then my girlfriend shouldn’t tease me.” Naoya smirks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, hands resting on your waist. You pout, flustered.

“Don’t make it too easy.” You respond, tiptoeing to kiss him. “…my dear boyfriend.”

it's like all universes will have me writing naoya and y/n ending up together; you'll have to specify otherwise if you don't want to i'm sorry that's just how it is here.

also I recently saw american psycho and idk why (I guess it makes sense) but the whole dynamic of patrick bateman and his colleagues makes me think of Naoya; like they'll always be competition, seeing who is better in what—but even then, no one really likes Naoya HAHAHAH

anyways, i had fun humiliating Naoya a bit :) y/n really committed to the unconditional love thing here—but now that I'm done with this, I can certainly say this is more of a bottom!naoya kind of thing. It truly feels like it, doesn't it? hehe.

Hope you enjoyed it either way!! Thank you for sending in this ask ❤️ Take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[pikapeppa]

Omg omg I started playing Balder Gate recently too and I’m loving it!

Now, no pressure or anything but I’m very excited at the prospect of you - deffs my face fix author - to possibly start adding to the BG3 fandom! (Fingers crossed but I know I can’t force true art lol)

I know it’s early days but are you leaning towards anyone in particular yet? Wish we could romance characters in Horizon like we can in BG 😂

Hahahah I love the enthusiasm here, I'm so glad you're enjoying it too!! I had several friends in August who were clamouring for me to play it, so I got it as soon as it came out on PS5, and within days I was clamouring at even more friends to play it, so it's been a hilarious pay-it-forward situation 😂❤ Also, my dash is literally 50% Baldur's Gate posts that I'm filtering so I don't get spoiled and I can't wait to see all the art and memes everyone has been making LOL.

I too am hoping to write fic for the game!!! The world is so rich and THE COMPANIONS ARE SO SO FUN. As much as I adore the GAIA Gang, I've REALLY MISSED having companions who can actually travel with you and express opinions during quests and who can also have actual interactions between themselves that we can witness on-screen. It's filling in the Dragon Age-shaped hole in my heart so good 😭❤

As for romancing: SPOILER ALERT but since you asked😂😂 I'm currently fucking Astarion casually (HE'S SUCH A SHITHEAD [AFFECTIONATE]) but my end goal is to romance Halsin. HE'S AN 8-FOOT-TALL WALL OF GORGEOUS, GORGEOUS MAN AND I CAN'T WAIT TO CLIMB HIM. I have fondly labelled him as Bearfucker Halsin because of this infamous scene from the early release, which my friend showed me before I started playing the game or knew who anyone was, and when he appeared in my game I was like SDJKFGHDLFKGJH IT'S BEARFUCKER 😂😂😂

ANYWAY, that's all I'll say about it for now!! Thanks for the ask!! BUT ALSO PLEASE NO ONE SAY ANYTHING SPOILERY IN THE COMMENTS OR ANYTHING OR I WILL DIE. 😂👹🔥

-- love from your friendly neighbourhood Pika! xoxo