#Calling Out Your Name ll Answered Asks

[chaosandmarigolds]

Dreamscape

(canon? whats that? we go with vibes in this house. Fem!reader, based off an amazing!! ask....um this is just sadness, I'm sorry.....if you want to add more sadness listen to Chasing Cars (yeah I cry to that song 99% of the time sorry))

One day..

With a grumble, he adjusted to the sudden shift of your body weight, to where you were essentially laying over him, and out of pure habit he wrapped his arm over the small of your back- only for you to whisper a soft ‘sorry’ before standing up all the way. Which caused him to think, it was a Saturday and there weren’t any Ops he had been assigned, so there was no purpose in waking up before the sun. So with a tilt of the head, he moves to sit up, watching as you tug out the duffle bag from the couch.

Maybe when the war is over…

“Love?”

You almost jump as your fiance calls the nickname and you turn around, giving him a little smile, “Good morning.”

Simon gives you a look as he turns on the lamp and watches your mannerisms, the timidness behind every movement, “Wha’s goin on?” A valid question, what had happened was that you and Johnny were assigned to what Price lightly put as a ‘suicide mission,’ and what you didn’t want to happen was for Simon to force then add himself to it- as it would then decrease your chances of survival by that much. So you falter for a moment, trying to avert your gaze. With a panicked breath you motion to the kitchenette, “I’ll make tea! Oh! And let’s use the special type, the one we got from Inida? Yeah! Yeah-”

Of course, the echoed whisper of your name made you stop your walk and you slowly turned to face him, your face downturned, you were an awful lair, you were never sent to integrations because you hated to see people hurt. And it killed you to see him searching for an answer, to see him scared for your sake- and for the great and terrifying Simon Riley…that was saying something.

Once the smoke settles…

“You’re not going.”

“It doesn’t-” You groan and throw your head into your hands, “It doesn’t work like that, you know that.”

“No, you’re not going, ‘ll take the spot,” He was grasping at broken shards of sense because he knew the choice was set in stone that not even a sword made of the purest of intentions couldn’t crack it. “Let me talk to-”

“SIMON.”

You take a sharp breath and look at him from across the room, by that time you were fully dressed, hair tied back, boots laced up. Engangment ring which was supposed to be switched out in less than a week hanging onto your dog tags. It took a moment to find the words but they were able to come after a moment, “There is no talking to Laswell or the Captain, there is no loophole, there is no replacing, there is nothing you can do. I have it covered. I do not need you to come and save me when I can save myself.”

Maybe once we got ourselves picked up…

The silence was stiff, and he then finally relented, slowly walking over to you, tucking the tags into your shirt, voice hushed, “Johnny ‘ll take care of ya.”

“I did…I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know.” He pressed his lip to the crown of your head, “Jus lemme think I can save you from everythin.”

You stay silent, then with a short step you move to allow him to hold you, “You can.”

We can move somewhere far away, within the groves of tranquility …

You give Johnny a dull laugh as you walk down the rusted corridor, his laugh echoing through your earpiece. It was nice, laughing for what felt like the first time in forty or so hours, the mission was not even close to being finished and you were already running on steam. So obviously it was time for some lame jokes, “As much as fireworks sound fun, I don’t think I want that in my wedding.”

“Gah,” He chuckled from his spot, waiting for you to clear the hallway so he could follow, “Ghosty woulda lemme.”

“Oh yeah, Ghost would have loved it,” You return with a bitten-back laugh, and then turn the corner, leading with your gun, eyes looking over the blood splatters on the ground and you then whisper, “Clear.”

Before you could even blink the hiss of a gunshot hissed into your earpiece burning with such a pain you had to rip it out, hand going to your ear.

With a staggering step to catch your balance and blink the tears out of your eyes you were then met with a gun being shoved to the back of your head.

You never thought blinding light could hold such peace.

I would prefer our home to not be the shadows cast by the towering and rickety oaks, rather it be in the sun, lightened by new lives we could live

The carrier came back with supplies, no saved hostage, just two bodies left mangled by the enemy no captain even- the craft had been on autopilot.

A message, a warning left within that metal body.

The silence as the door swung itself open. They had all seen death, they had seen things no human should have seen.

There was something about the sight of their teammates laying tossed on the floor of an aircraft that made Kyle turn away

That made Price need a day before he filed the paperwork.

Something about it ruined Simon.

A large house ideally, so that way we can have as many kids and dogs as we want, something to usher in a new meaning behind our names

Silence is what he use to hold peace in, yet all he could hear when there was silence was the what-ifs, did you scream? Was it quick? Did it hurt? Why didn’t he go? Why did he let it happen?

That day he lost the only people he had loved and it was cursing him, bottles couldn’t cure it, opioids didn’t numb more than he had already been, nothing was saving him. He summed that up by saying maybe he didn’t deserve saving.

A garden, lively with bees and colorful with every flower I can manage to grow,

He couldn’t bring himself to go through your things, he was the next of kin, as for Johnny- all of his things had been shipped back to his family, yours? They sat where you had left them that morning you left, your notebook collecting desk on the coffee table, mug still half-filled with water. Lipstick stain still on his balaclava from the last time he took you out on a proper date.

In a drunken stupor, he grabbed the notebook, for the intention of tossing it away, forcing himself to forget every tiny detail of what was. But something told him to open up the pages, so for a millionth of a second he did, yet the sight of your handwriting which you would jokingly name ‘chicken scratch’ forever ingrained on the pages caused something in him to break all over again.

A porch where we can dance in the moonlight

“Riley.” John seemed shocked by the sight of the former lieutenant on his doorstep, sure he had offered ‘anything’ after the deaths, yet he never expected for Simon to take him up on it. For the first time in two years, for the first time since he had to discharge him, he saw what he thought was a completely sober man before him.

It was taking every ounce of Simon to not just turn away, to say it was a bad idea and run, run away from the emotions, but he was going to this…he had to. “You wanna build a house?”

A library so I can put all of those books you bought me, somewhere we can escape the haunting reality of the past

A year, he and John spent a year of work on the house once Simon found the perfect lot of land not too far out of London. Weekends spent from morning to dusk, John’s kids helping when they were in town and Eliza, John’s wife, coming by with food and to do the painting. The foundation has your name forever printed within it.

All of it sounds so poetic when I scribble them down, but the reality is as long as I have your love I am home

A garden he tended every morning and dusk to make sure they were perfectly planted, large enough to where the neighbors would come by to pick bouquets. He would watch the child run through the stone pathways, wondering what could have been.

The library was filled with novels he swore to collect, writing your name as the owner as he placed them in the rows of the shelving he took careful time carving.

I will love you forever and always, Ghost-boy

“You built a good home,” Kyle had told him, close to ten years after all of it had happened, sitting beside him on the porch. He knew it was probably the only thing that kept him alive this long, so he was thankful for it.

Simon nodded slowly, “Thank you.”

(annnyway, that’s all! Any and all comments, feedback and all that mean so much! Thanks for the ask!! <3)

[oct0bra1ns]

Can I please request, four platonic yandere brothers with helpless y/n who only grew up relaying on their brothers

My god, i take so long to answer, anyways teehee, im finally answering things yayayayay my trip back home is uh not going to happen i think, very sad, anyways also omg, four brothers also also, im lazy so for now, their names are numbers :p

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Having four brother to look after you is probably great when you're young but a pain when you're older, combined with the fact their yandere behaviour it's probably hell on earth.

You have to ask them permission for any and everything you do, and unless they say yes, you won't be able to do anything. If involves a friend, one or two will always be hiding in the background in case something happens.

The eldest, One, makes all his brothers report everything to him, where you go, what you do but he himself, never steps in to stop you from doing something, instead, he'll have Two or Three do the dirty work.

One is your beloved brother, who'd never do anything to make you upset, he may be pulling the strings but he'll never out himself as the villian.

One probably has the best job out of all the brothers and he has no problem handing you his card to go buy whatever you want, eat whatever you want. Hell, he takes you to expensive restaurants every now and then.

Even if you ask for a luxury car, he'll get it for you, no questions asked.

What his parents couldn't do, what they couldn't buy you, he'll buy it for you, he'll make sure you never lack in anything, whether it's something you need or something stupid, he'll hand it to you.

Having a good job, also means he's quite busy, but he makes time for you no matter what, one call and he'd drop everything to come to you, after all, his company should be more than equipped to deal with things in the absence of their CEO.

Two is the second eldest, the more strict brother, one who seems he'll scold you for sitting the wrong way, when in reality, he'd never do anything like that.

Despite being the one who finds a way to spoil all the plan One disapproves of, he makes sure to let you down gently, how horrible of an idea it is, how dangerous the outside is, especially when you're so looked after by four brother, the world is not as kind as they are.

Being a professor, Two is out most of the day but when he comes back, he always makes sure you have something to eat or buying something you want to eat. There isn't a single day he doesn't come back with a trinket in his hand.

Two is the brother you go to when you're having trouble with your assignments, he'll take all the time he has to explain it to you, no matter how busy you are, no matter how many assignments he has to complete, he'll always ready to explain things to you If you ever go into the same field as him, he'll pull some strings to get you into the same college he works in.

Two knows better than anyone how much you hate when people raise their voice at you, after all, he was the one who always comforted you after you got yelled at for not being able to understand your school work.

Two does not hesitate to go argue with the teacher if he sees and mishap in your grades, Two has years of experience and multiple connections, he'll make sure that teacher never gets to grade another paper again or if you get a lower grade than expected, he;ll go through the paper with you.

Three is someone who quiet, but the moment he opens his mouth, only sarcastic sentences and insults fall out of his mouth and even you as his sibling are not immune to this, although, he might tone it down so he doesn't get smacked by One again for making you upset.

Three is the brother you'd call after getting in a fight or if people were being creepy towards you, he wouldn't hesitate to break their nose off, and he always reaches the spot suspiciously fast.

Three might not be as rich or smart as the other two but he sure as hell knows how to deal with problems through violence. It's the only way he knows to look after you, you who used to get into ridiculous arguments, who used to stand there and accept every insult, not doing anything afraid to disappoint One or Two. He used to deal with people back then, he used to drag you away when your parents were fighting over something stupid, if he could he would have made sure you never has to see those things but back then, he wasn't as strong nor was he as capable as he is now.

Three is the brother you go to when something goes wrong with your car/bike, he'll fix it up for free, arguing how it got this bad because you took it to some random mechanic outside.

God forbid, Three ever find out a mechanic overcharged you with something, he'll go down there and pick a fight before demanding One to shut down the place.

Four is the youngest and closet to you in age, someone who's always up and about. He'd be dragging you to different places to try out different things.

Always going against One and taking you places, One disapproves off, claiming how you'll be completely safe with him and that nothing could go wrong.

Four knows how much it upsets you when Two or Three stop you from going somewhere when everyone is busy, so he makes it a point to take you there whenever he's free.

Four has always been stuck to your side like glue, back in school when no one wanted to sit with you and now when all your friends happen to be busy all the time.

He'd make it a point to show how awful your friends are, hanging out with others while ignoring you everytime. Unlike the other three, Four doesn't mind if your feelings get hurt a bit, perhaps sitting in a cafe, waiting for your friend for hours will teach you how unreliable they are and how much better your own brothers are, when they drop everything to come attend to your needs.

Of course, he doesn't go too far, four is well aware how one already disapproves of his ways and the last thing he needs from his brother is a lecture.

[lotusarchon]

hiii! I was wondering if I could request MK having a crush on his coworker?? For example like- Reader works as a waiter in pigsys and Mk admires them a little too much

Can you make it spicy too in a way?? Sorry if that sounds demanding 😭😭

Yhank you!! Have a nice day<333

waiter, waiter! one serving of my heart, please (mk x reader)

content warnings: gender neutral reader, second pov (you/your), reader and Pigsy's relationship is strictly professional/no solid relationships between them, mk is in love

author's notes: twas a bit hesitant to write this cause it kinda reminded me of an asshole i once met in my older server bleghhhhh :< also sorry, i couldn't make it spicy agh

MK remembered when you first walk through the door. It was another Tuesday afternoon, bored out of his mind after another day of delivering noodles and saving the city. He'd only just returned, filling in Tang about the demons he came across while Pigsy made something in the kitchen.

And you were there. A bit dull-eyed compared to what MK remembered, but still wearing that smile he'd grown so fond of. You'd raised your hand in greeting, asking for the owner of the establishment you'd enter.

He remembered being too dazed to really focus on the conversation. All he knew was that he'd call for Pigsy, then spent the next hour or so watching you from a corner. It wasn't until you had taken your leave did he realize to ask, and he turned to Pigsy for answers.

“Oh, don't look at me like that.” Pigsy had sighed, sliding a bowl of freshly cooked noodles towards him. “You've been busier than ever with your training. And since we don't want a repeat of last time―” Last time meaning the clone incident. He still couldn't get over obese Delivery Clone trying to eat Pigsy… “―I figured a helping hand around here would do the trick.”

MK pretended to pout. “So you're replacing me?”

“No, dumbass.” Pigsy threw a wet cloth at Tang. It landed with ease, and the scholar whined. “Just that you don't have to stress too much about not doing enough around here. (Name)’ll work in your free time, and you theirs.”

It didn't seem like too bad of an arrangement. There were days he couldn't be around, swamped with training or some monster that wouldn't leave the city alone, and Pigsy would need an extra hand to help around. He could've asked Mei though, but he figured that the pig demon also wanted to offer employment to anyone in need of it.

It's just that, while MK had eaten his noodles and stared through the window to past the time, he really thought you were interesting, and the plans Pigsy had meant that, most likely, neither of you would get to speak together.

And that sucked. Because, once MK had the idea (and mere audacity, to quote a certain hot tempered bull prince) of befriending someone, not even the Buddha could pry the thought from his head.

Which in turn, lead to certain events, as of now. Hanging around during his own breaks to catch a mere glimpse of you, trying to play off the ‘cool’ hero act only to have his own staff knock him over in the process, god awful flirting attempts (seriously, those lines were bad bad), to name a few of the things he'd done. That wasn't even mentioning the times he accidentally held you up during rush hour, earning a scolding from Pigsy and customers that were completely rude to you and made MK feel so guilty in the aftermath.

With that last one, you'd think that such behavior would be enough to put anyone off. No sane adult liked getting yelled at for actions that weren't their fault, especially from their boss.

By the gods, you were a literal saint. And MK would be damn well lying if he said he wasn't head over heels in love, and that was saying something.

But, no. You still smiled at MK every morning when clocking in for work, and you still laughed at his bad jokes and horrible flirting lines. The rare off chance you two spoke, you were always so nice, not even bringing up the fact he'd gotten you into so much trouble over and over again.

“You're going on your lunch break?” He asked, waiting outside for you to show your face once again. Today had been his day off, but with Mei busy and the city surprisingly peaceful for the time, what better way to spend it than with you?

The question was a bit…too obvious, honestly. Of course you'd be going on your lunch break at this hour, how would he not know when he worked for Pigsy at the same time?? Plus, it's not like he hadn't hassled Pigsy before about your work hours and the time you'd take your breaks so…

You raised your head and glanced at him, nodding slightly. “Yes. Would you like to join me?”

In his head, MK was jumping for joy. He had been planning on asking you if he should join, but then you went right ahead and invited him first. This was progress at its finest, and MK was nabbing at this opportunity faster than lightning.

Just as quickly, he responded, “I mean, if you wouldn't mind me, I don't mind! Like, if you want me, haha….”

He could imagine Mei looking down at him in disappointment. <Seriously, confidence is key. You're the Monkie Kid, what do you have to be worried about!?

That was easy for her to say! She was always cool, unlike MK who'd embarassing himself in front of you so many times….

Lost in thought, he hadn't realized you'd stopped walking until he nearly tripped over a table. You had the kindness to grab at him before he fell, offering your sweet, signature smile while he took a seat, nervously laughing.

“So….”

“So…”

How awkward. MK played with his sleeves, watching you pop open a box of noodles from Pigsy and eat. How the fuck do you even start conversations again?

As if you read his mind, you raised your head and gave him another smile. How he wished he had a notebook and pen around, if only to sketch you with such a peaceful expression.

“You can speak, if you'd like,” you said assuringly, picking up a mushroom from your bowl. MK was never a fan of vegetables, but watching you stick it into your mouth made him wonder if he should try eating some. “I'll listen. ‘kay?”

So thoughtful. “O..okay…”

And boy did MK speak. He chattered endlessly about anything that came to mind, gauging how you reacted carefully. Sometimes, you'd finish chewing to comment or too, other times, your expression would change with whatever he was talking about, nodding along in agreement with his peeves and then shaking your head when someone else supposedly did him wrong.

At some point, he'd completely trailed off topic, staring at your lips wrapped around your chopstick. He was technically still yapping, except that now―

“What did you just say?”

He blinked.

What…..what had he been talking just now? Was it something that upsetted you!? Fuck, he's such an idiot, allowing his mouth to blabber―

“You…like me?”

….

…

MK stood to bolt.

It turned out you were a lot faster than you gave him credit for. You had already grabbed him by the collar, yanking him backwards and onto the seat―this time, next to you.

“MK.”

Dear god, he wanted to disappear. Why hadn't Monkey King taught him one of his 72 transformations?? Fleeing from this situation would be a whole lot faster….

“MK.” You repeated his name, turning his head to look at you. “I heard you, you know.”

MK sighed. “Listen, I'm so sorry―”

“Why? Who said I didn't like you too?”

“―like, I know, I know, you're not here for relationships or any of that sort, and I shouldn't―what did you just say?”

You smiled slightly. “I said, I like you too.”

“Oh.”

“...”

“...”

And then MK fainted.

“MK? Are you alright?”

@lotusarchon , 28.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[ghostofhyuck]

I('ll) Have You

Alien! Park Jisung x Scientist! Reader

Summary: As you attempt to find another trace of life through ex.trl.0205 or Jisung, you become closer to it, eventually creating a bond between the two of you that your colleagues don’t understand.

Word count: 3.6k

TW: Contains violence, death, and arson. Read at your own risk. 

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Your steps created noise against the marble floor, echoing through the hollow hallway of the laboratory. 

“Good morning Jeno,” you greeted your fellow researcher who only nodded. You noticed that he’s not smiling as usual. 

“Is there something wrong?” you asked. 

“It’s being stubborn as usual,” he explained, slacking his jaw in the process. “Almost threw a kick at me if I wasn’t able to avoid it.”

“Jisung did?” you asked. 

He only laughs bitterly, “I still wonder why you call him that when he’s not even a human.”

“Why? It’s much better than his subject name, ex.trl.0205 is hard to pronounce,” you explained. 

“Just say you’re attached to it,” Jeno comments. 

You only laugh at his remark. You two separated ways as you made your way through your office. Today’s another day for your research. You placed down your bag and took a sip from your coffee tumbler. You deeply pondered about Jeno’s comment about Jisung earlier, you could only shake your head in disappointment as you grab your lab coat and exit your office. 

“Good morning Jaemin,” you greeted another fellow researcher who lazily waved at you, eyeing the huge glass window in front of him. 

“Is he okay? I heard he almost kicked Jeno earlier,” you asked. 

“It’s okay, got scared with the injection,” Jaemin answered, emphasizing the “it” which you just ignored. 

“Again?” you asked, forehead creasing. 

“Hey, it’s not our fault we need its blood samples…if we can call the liquid fluids blood,” Jaemin shrugs. 

You only stared at the glass window. On the other side sits Jisung who’s distracting himself with the rubic cubes Jaemin gave him. You watch as he curiously tries to complete a side but due to frustration, he destroys it with his bare hands. You heard Jaemin whistle at the sight. He leans on his chair, feet placed on top of the table. 

“Do you really think we’ll succeed in this research?” he asked. “I mean, it’s been months and the progress isn’t moving.”

“We literally have an alien creature in front of us,” you pointed out. “Let’s just be happy about it, and we’re just getting started too.” 

“Yeah right, and you’re attached to it already,” Jaemin teased. 

You didn’t say a word. You watch as Jaemin stands up from his seat and taps your shoulder gently. “It’s all yours, I’m going out to have a nap.” 

You only nod. As soon as you hear the door closed, you gaze at Jisung again. He couldn’t see who’s behind the glass window unless they approached him personally inside his room. You took a deep breath before approaching the door and slowly twisting the knob. 

“Yn! You’re here!” Jisung shouted with glee as soon as he saw you. You haven’t even closed the door but Jisung’s already hovering over you. You still couldn’t believe that he’s a large creature. 

“Jisung — I can’t breathe!” you shouted, trying to tap his back. For a second he lets go and his smile is still there. 

“You’re here! I miss you! They were being mean to me again,” he complained, a pout forming on his lips which made you chuckle. 

“Ji, I told you that you shouldn’t use violence on the other researchers,” you lectured but his pout only became bigger. 

“He’s hurting me again,” Jisung said, pulling the sleeve of his shirt. You can see that there are a lot of patches around it. “He told me it’s just one time but he went for another and —-”

“There, there. It’s okay Jisung, I’ll talk to him later okay?” you said with a soft tone. Jisung only nods, slowly retrieving back his sleeve. 

You gave him a smile before brushing his hair lightly, “should we go back to what you have learned?” 

“Oh I made progress!” Jisung excitingly said. Pulling you towards the table area. You watch as he scrambles around the papers that’s scattered on the desk. His eyes squinting at which is which. 

“Here! Here it is!” he said, giving you a crumpled paper. You glanced at it and tried to decipher his writings. 

“Ji,” you only breathe. “This is progress! Great job!”

You pulled him for a hug, ignoring the way he wraps you around his arms and traps you there. 

Jisung or ex.trl.0205 is a research of yours. It was a rare case for an alien to crash into the earth. On the same night where the meteor shower graced the Earth, so did Jisung who happened to have an accidental landing on a rice field in a small town. 

You’re an astronomy scientist. It’s been a long dream of yours to discover what more the universe can offer aside from what has been discovered, and you got what you wanted when Jisung entered Earth. Now, all you have to do is to be patient with your research. 

Jisung was inhuman. He was incredibly large, has sky blue eyes with a pupil that resembles a reptile. His hair is disheveled pitch black, and he doesn’t have any fingernails, his fingers are longer and pointed. His skin texture was a bit slimy but tolerable. If you took away all of these, he could pass as a human being. Aside from that, he’s twice stronger than a normal human being. 

When you first meet him, you wonder if his fellows are out there somewhere, in an undiscovered planet probably. You wanted to know more about him and if there’s a liveable planet out there. So when you proposed your research to the laboratory research head, he gave you an immediate approval. 

Having Jisung as a subject was hard. He was aggressive at first, you remember earning a bruise when he snatches your wrist, his fingers sinking into it. If it wasn’t for Jeno who immediately responded, you would’ve been injured. 

But you were persistent. You wanted to get Jisung's trust in order for him to follow you. So you tried to approach him with care and like a mother. Your colleagues think that your method is absurd, thinking that you’ll be attached to him but you wanted to prove them wrong. You only see Jisung as nothing but a mere subject.

At first, Jisung couldn’t communicate properly. But with your patience, you tried your best to teach him your language. He becomes more calm whenever you visit him. You gave him a smile, even though he didn't respond. For months, you’re like a fool who keeps on talking to him even though you’re not sure if he understands you. So when he first started speaking, you were surprised by how deep his voice was, but what surprised him more was that the first word he spoke was your name. 

It took you a few months to gain his trust. Jisung is naive, but like an animal, he can sense who has good intentions on him. That’s why he’s more aggressive to your fellow researchers who want nothing but research about him. But with you, your only intention was to know if there’s more of his being from afar. That’s why you couldn’t do any harm from him, only questions that you patiently wait for an answer. 

Today, you made progress. Jisung wrote down formulas that may be a way for you to navigate his home. It was hard to decipher because of his handwriting but at least it’s progress. Your eyes scan at the scattered papers on his table, Jisung stood beside you, eyes locked on you who’s oblivious to it. 

“You did great Jisung,” you complimented once again. “Thank you so much, this is great. I —” 

“Yn, can you stay here for a while?” he asked with a soft tone. “It’s been so long since I saw you, and I miss you.” 

You didn’t notice how your heart skipped a beat. You only gave him a smile as you pat his shoulders lightly. 

“Okay, since there’s progress I can stay for a while, what do you want to do?” you asked. 

“Help me with this?” he asked, showing you the destroyed rubik’s cube earlier. 

You only laughed as you held the cube, “I’m sure this one’s destroyed, how about we just read a book?”

Jisung happily obliges with your request. He went to the stack of encyclopedias on the corner. There, he grabs the first volume. You sat on the floor as you waited for Jisung to sit beside you. 

You watched as he scrolled through the book, opening a page that he seems to be familiar with. 

“Alien,” he muttered. “That’s me right?” 

You only nod, watching for his reaction. He seems to be confused with it. 

“Well, if I was on your planet, I’m the alien,” you said with a joking tone. 

“Oh, that makes sense,” Jisung said. He glances at the window, and the room falters into silence. 

“Do you miss them Jisung?” you asked.

He then looks at you and smiles, showing off his sharp canines. “I do, but you’re here. That’s why I don’t feel lonely at all.”

You only smiled back, and then proceeded to continue reading the book. Minutes turned into hours, until you two slowly fell asleep beside each other. 

-

“You should stop falling asleep inside its room,” Jeno lectured. He found you asleep once again in Jisung’s room and slowly woke you up without disturbing Jisung who’s hold on you was tight. 

“And you should stop stabbing him aimlessly,” you lectured back. Entering the laboratory’s cafeteria, Jaemin waves at both of you who’s having his lunch. 

“It’s not my fault it's moving a lot,” Jeno defended, sitting beside Jaemin. “It’s not like it gets hurt. That creature’s skin is thicker than us.”

“It’s being dramatic so that you can baby it yn,” Jaemin teased. 

Your forehead creased, “stop that, and so what if Jisung’s skin is thick? He still gets hurt by it. Just be careful next time Jeno.”

You heard your research partner let out a sigh, “Fine fine, this is going to be the last too. No more samples from it.”

You only breathe, “thank you.”

“But yn, I hope this is also going to be the last time we caught you sleeping in its room,” Jeno added. “We still don’t know if it's dangerous or not.”

“Jisung’s not dangerous,” you defended. 

“Of course it’s not dangerous when it comes to you, it likes you,” Jaemin pointed out. “But it’s still an alien, we never know what will happen if it snapped.” 

“Then let’s just hope that it won’t,” you mumbled.

-

Weeks passed and with Jisung’s formula, you were able to construct an equation for how you can navigate his home planet. Every night, you would go to the laboratory, observe Jisung from outside and within his room. Every night, you also notice how he’s slowly becoming more humane than the first time you encountered him. 

He becomes calm whenever Jeno and Jaemin visit his place, as long as you’re with them, Jisung doesn’t attack your research partners. They also learned to be more approachable to Jisung, but still, you observed that Jisung still has his walls high when it comes to them. 

Slowly, your research is nearing its completion. All you need to do is to make an attempt to communicate with them. Jisung can be a main method in this part but you have to be confident in this part. 

“Yn!” Jaemin shouted as he barged into your office. 

“What? What’s wrong!?” you asked, he was catching his breath as he slowly approached you. 

“They’re…they’re removing you from this research,” Jaemin broke out. 

Your eyes went wide, “what!? Jaemin, what do you mean?”

“Jeno got a phone call from the head lab, they want you there, they think that it’s better for Jeno to lead the research —”

“Bullshit, don’t tell me Jeno agreed to this.”

“No! Of course he didn’t, he tried to justify that this is your research but Doctor Lee just thinks that…” Jaemin pursed his lips, looking away for a second before glancing at you with a worried expression. “You’re too attached to the subject.” 

“That’s it!? That’s all?” you asked, appalled. 

“They think that your affection may ruin the research, biased if you think about it,” Jaemin explained. 

“I know that it was my method but if I start the research by being hostile against Jisung, we wouldn’t make progress,” you explained. “I know that I am attached to Jisung but it didn’t affect my work and research, tell that to them.” 

“I am sorry yn,” was the only thing that Jaemin could say. “We tried really hard, but their decision is final”

The door of your office opened, revealing a disheveled Jeno who’s catching his breath. As he stood up, he made contact with Jaemin. 

“I guess you told her,” he then lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry yn, I really tried to tell them that I cannot handle your research but they were persistent.” 

You only fall into silence. Silently nodding because you know that it wasn’t their fault. Frustration heaps on you because this wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re one step closer to finishing your project and then the next thing you know, they’re pulling you out of it. 

“Until when can I stay here?” I asked. 

“Within this week,” Jeno answered. 

Your forehead creased, “within this week!? Are they so eager to  throw me out of my own research!?”

“I know but listen,” Jeno approaches you. “You can still try to find time to finish your research, okay? Don’t worry about us here, do your research on your own. Jaemin and I, we won’t be touching it.” 

“What about Jisung?” you asked. 

Jaemin only smiles, “We’ll take good care of Jisung, if that’s what you want.” 

“Thank you,” you breathe. Grabbing both of them for a hug. The two only hugged you back, trying to comfort you as much as they could. 

You spent the remaining days inside the lab improvising the formulas and equations. You also gave Jeno and Jaemin a brief summary about it even though you three agreed that it’s still your research. 

On those remaining days, you could only visit Jisung from behind the glass window. You only observed him there, who’s busy entertaining himself. There were times where you watched him stare at the window, probably missing his family. You also noticed that he ripped off the “alien” page of the encyclopedia. It was there on the floor lying. You wonder what it meant for Jisung. 

You know that Jisung won’t be able to take your departure easily, so do you. You admit that you did grow attached to Jisung but at the very least, you’ve grown only nothing but sympathy for the clueless creature who’s an alien in this world. You atleast, want to give him some companionship. 

“Hey,” you were startled to see Jaemin beside you. He crosses his arms as he glances at Jisung. “It’s your last day. Are you not going to say goodbye to him?”

You only let out a sigh, “I don’t know what to say. Maybe I should just not say goodbye —”

“And leave him waiting for you? It’s better for him to have proper closure yn,” Jaemin explained. “Come on now, it can be just a short goodbye.” 

Jaemin’s right. You almost spent a year with Jisung too. He’s attached to you too, it’s best for him to hear your goodbyes. That’s why you walked your way towards the door, slowly opening it. 

“Yn! You’re here!” and just like the other visits you have with Jisung, he hovers you over with a hug.

“I miss you! I’ve been waiting for you!” he excitedly said. “I learned how to do the cube! Here let me show you!”

But instead of answering him, you grab his wrist, making him stop. Jisung’s smile disappeared when he saw that you’re frowning. 

“Did something happen?” he asked. 

“Jisung, listen, I —” you inhaled deeply. “I am leaving.”

“What!? What do you mean by leaving?” he asked, his tone dripping with confusion. 

“The lab, they assigned me to another field,” you explained calmly. “But don’t worry, Jaemin and Jeno will take care of you —”

“No! You can’t leave me!” Jisung shouted, you were surprised with how his voice raised. 

“Jisung, I have no choice, they —” you let out a scream when Jisung grabs your wrist, just like what he did when you first encountered him. You tried to tug it away but he didn’t even move a muscle. You glanced at him, his expression darkens as he stares at you. 

“No! I won’t let you leave me!” he shouted.

“Jisung, let me go! Please you’re hurting me,” you plead, dropping on your knees as you try to remove his hands from your wrist. 

“I won’t let them take you away from me!” Jisung shouted, his grip becoming tighter that you could only scream in pain. 

The door swung open, revealing Jeno and Jaemin, and some guards of the laboratory. 

“Hold it!” Jeno ordered. The guard immediately responded, hovering over Jisung who pushed them away with ease. He didn’t let go of you, dragging you on the floor as he attacked those who approached you.

But a guard was able to push Jisung to the ground, holding him firmly along with his colleagues. Jeno immediately approached Jisung who was struggling to get out of the hold. You watch as Jeno grabs a tranquilizer. He stabs it on Jisung’s neck who groans because of the pain. 

Without any hesitation, Jaemin approaches you. You watch him pull out a scalper and stab it in Jisung’s wrist. The creature screams in pain, letting go of your hand. 

You weren’t able to process everything. Jaemin drags you out of the room, leaving Jisung there to struggle to get out of the hold. You didn’t notice the way your tears flowed down from your eyes. Shock and adrenaline seeped through every veins of your body as you and Jaemin reached your office. 

That was the last time you saw Jisung. Due to your injury, you were advised to take a month's rest first before going back to the main lab. You couldn’t do anything but sit and devour yourself in the silence of your apartment room. Everytime you look at your wrist, it reminds you of Jisung. How despite everything, he’s still a monstrous creature that’s dangerous. 

All of those months of peace and affection crumbled down into minutes of nothing but pure horror and fear. You don’t know what to do. You were left agitated inside your apartment room. You wanted to know what happened to Jisung after that. You were scared of what's going to happen to him. 

You tried to reach Jeno and Jaemin but you discovered that they were forbidden to give you updates about the research. You called bullshit, even dropping a phone call to Doctor Lee, your supervisor and the head of the main lab. You tried to convince him to return you to your research, but he has decided that your research will be in the better hands of your colleagues. You were frustrated, trying to pour your rage on finalizing your research but somehow, you couldn’t concentrate in your isolation. 

Until a few days later, it was as if your wishes came true, a phone call from Jaemin disturbed your sleep. It was almost midnight, but it didn’t matter to you. All you needed was an update. 

“Jaemin, what happened —”

“Yn, Jisung escaped!” Jaemin shouted. From the background, you can hear car screechings and the continuous blaring of horns and Jaemin cursing. 

“What!? How!?” you asked. 

“He went mad — fuck, get the fuck out of my way!” Jaemin shouted. 

“Where are you Jaem!?”

“I need to go there, you should too! This is code red yn!” 

The phone call ends, and you immediately jump out of your bed. You didn’t care if you’re wearing nothing but your sleepwear, you grabbed a dirty hoodie from your laundry basket and the keys of your car. Hurriedly, you drove your way to the laboratory. 

As you find your way there, you couldn’t help but feel your heart beating faster. You noticed that there’s a bright light glowing on the laboratory. Your hold on the wheels became tighter as you pressed on the gas pedal harder. Scurrying yourself towards the laboratory. 

Your eyes became wide the moment you parked the car. Hastily going out of the car but you were frozen to what you have witnessed. 

The whole laboratory is drowning in flames. It was nothing but pure fire as it continued to burn. Your shaking hands found its way to your opened mouth. Letting out a disgruntled scream as you dropped on your knees. 

It can’t be. You watched as your dreams crashed and burned into ashes as the fire stenched right through your nose. Its heat is becoming more intense as if it's not going to stop any minute. 

You watched as from the fire, a figure slowly walked out of it. You knew from that silhouette who it was. But you couldn’t do anything but watch him approach you until he’s standing in front of you. 

“You returned,” Jisung said, a smile forming on his lips. 

“Jisung…what is this?” you asked, almost stumbling on your own words. 

“They took you away from me,” he stated. “So I’m taking away everything from them.” 

Your eyes went wide because of his answer. “No, no! Jisung! This is wrong, you shouldn’t —”

“I did this for you yn,” Jisung rebutted with a soft tone. He kneels in front of you. You saw nothing but a creature whose longing for you. His eyes stared at you, sending goosebumps through your spine. You watched as Jisung became more inhumane in your eyes. 

His fingers trailed on your cheeks, making you flinch. As you look away, he grabs your chin, making you squirm in pain as his finger’s pointed ends pressed deeply on your cheeks. 

“Nothing can separate us now,” Jisung declared. “We will be together, forever.”

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santa doesn’t know you like I do

jake sim x fem reader mini series smau

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SEVEN

Jake and Sunghoon were both seated on the living room floor, with some bottles of beer and a box of pizza on the coffee table; the sound of a movie neither of them were watching was keeping them company, sunghoon could tell Jake was feeling down but didn't really know how to make him feel better, sadly, jay was not in town and he was the emotionally aware guy in their friendship. 

"want to talk about it?"sunghoon asked Jake and his voice brought him back from his overthinking state "What is there to talk about? it was my fault," he said while hugging his knees "it was," sunghoon said and jakes side eye made him continue "but it doesn´t mean you shouldn´t feel sad" and that made jake talk "dude, I´ve been saying my whole life I would not be a one night stand and that literally just happened after she stayed the night in jays party I really thought she had liked me enough to date, but no, she doesn´t talk to me after that day and then just calls me and tells me we cannot be in a serious relationship but hopes I spend the night at her place, I just feel really used and i have no one to blame but myself". 

"I mean you are right," sunghoon said after not having anything to add "dude really?!" jake asked him while throwing a plushie to his face "What do you want me to say? You are not lying and we both know I'm not jay, i don´t know what to say to you" sunghoon answered him and both realized that it was a dead end conversation. 

“We shouldn´t have ordered pizza, I told yn we were going to have dinner when she returned" jake changed the topic "Don´t worry, I texted her before we bought it and she said it was okay, she´ll probably have dinner with her date," hoon said and jake wondered if he heard correctly "date?" he questioned just to confirm what sunghoon just said.

"mhm...she was going out with heeseung, I think that is a date," he said as if it was the most common thing. 

"Who is heeseung?" jakes questions kept growing and his confused face was more visible, "I think he is her classmate, he is also Jay's friend" sunghoon answered simply "Ahh, it's not a date, she told me she was going to do a project" his worries started fading after telling him that "I mean you can date your project partner, I thought they were dating, they seem like they are close, didn´t you see them together at jays par- sorry you were busy," he explained him while trying to read jakes expression, now he was clearly confused. 

"no, I don´t think she is dating, she´s never mentioned his name or any date, she would have told me" he comforted himself with those last words, he didn´t understand what he was feeling, he just hoped sunghoon was wrong. " did you tell her about minjeong?" hoon interrogated him and jakes eyes showed the shock he felt when he realized he never really talked to you about minjeong. 

"I don´t understand why are you acting like this, yn is pretty of course she is going to start dating" - "And I thought you said you didn´t like her anymore" sunghoon continued before taking another sip of his drink. "because I don´t" jake said as an automatic response "are you sure?" sunghoon kept pushing. "I am; it has been years since I told you that let it go, I got over it and so should you" jake cut that thought. 

"then why are you so upset?" sunghoon asked the same questions that were inside his mind "I'm not upset, it is just that we don´t keep secrets, she should´ve told me" Jake answered with the most objective answer he could find within himself "we both know you are lying because you were the first who started keeping secrets"- "but it's okay I won´t pressure you to answer me, it looks like you don´t even know why" sunghoon finished while pushing the pizza box to his side to encourage him to eat and stop this conversation.

 

-

by the time you arrived home, the TV was still sounding faint, and as you called them out you could only see jaeyun sitting still on the floor with his back on the couch "I brought cupcakes" you said as he finally acknowledged your presence with a hum; you looked at the sides looking for something "is hoonie still here?" you asked while getting closer to jaeyun, he hummed again, "he spilled beer on himself, he is taking a shower" answering in a quiet voice. 

"How are you feeling now yun?" you questioned curiously while looking at his face; only for him to avoid your eyes "I'm okay, how is your project going?" he asked you dryly, taking you by surprise "It going great we are almost done" you replied happily, proud of your work and also hoping to lift his mood "should we wait for hoon or do you want to grab a bite? I didn´t know what you be craving so I bought a bit of every-" "How is heeseung doing?" he interrupted you and you looked at him dazed " I didn´t know you knew him but he is doing okay, he is leaving soon to his hometown for the break" you said simply, not thinking much of jakes curiosity "so I take that your date went well?" every word coming out of his mouth started to sound even more annoyed and you didn´t understand what was going on "what date? what are you talking about? heeseung is my friend" jake scoffed at your answer "so you are telling me you haven´t been dating him?" "yeah, that's what I'm telling you, we have a project together"-"What's really going on Jae? What's with your attitude?" you waited for his answer with a weirded-out look on your face. 

"I know I'm going through a ´romantic problem´ but you don´t need to hide from me if you are dating someone-" "For fucks sake I'm telling you I'm not dating him!" you cut him up exasperated only to see him roll his eyes "and even if I was, what's the big deal? you never act this way" you continued trying to calm down and de-escalate the situation "well you didn´t even tell me his name, we don´t keep secrets yn, why do I have to find out through sunghoon and instagram if you are seeing someone and not through you?" you found his answer equally hilarious and angering "you are one to talk jaeyun" now it was your time to roll your eyes " do you realize that it is literally what you did when you were seeing minjeong?" - "You did it and I never hold it against you, but now you assume I'm seeing someone (which I'm not) and you are acting all upset".

it was an upsetting scenario and both of your temperaments collided with each other "Well; now you are" he said simply. "oh my gosh, really jake?". neither of you were looking at the other eyes, both were equally as frustrated, and your fight or flight finally went off; and to decrease the hurt you were feeling you decided to speak before he did "ask hoon to stay the night or go to his place, I don't know, just stay with him, I'm leaving for today" you sighed while putting your distance and walking for your shoes and bag "what? were are you going?" jake questioned you while getting up " I do not want to see you right now, we need to cool off, I´ll probably stay with one of the girls" - "you can keep the cupcakes" you reached for the door and got out of the apartment with a heavy feeling in your body after closing the door and walking off to call a taxi. 

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Yelling

pairing: kum junhyeon x bp trainee reader

genre: canon, fluff, humour, crack

tw/tags: a lot of yelling, seunghwan is a tired boi, shirtless kum junhyeon, ggang team chaos, very slight suggestive themes towards the end

wc: 1024

summary: when junhyeon gets a little too loud, it’s time to call for reinforcements. You come to claim your morning cuddles.

a/n this turned out longer than I expected it to be but anyways, a love letter for our all-rounder and master of variety, hope you all enjoy! Trying my best to do more bp trainee fics before zb1 starts activities since I’ll probably do more fics about the members!

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It’s a perfectly peaceful morning at the Boys Planet dorm. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping-

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

-and Kum Junhyeon is yelling.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

He’s always yelling.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

Except for when he’s sleeping, eating or seriously practicing,

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

It’s quite normal for him to exceed maximum volume capacity.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

Only Seunghwan had gotten approximately 3 hours of sleep and he’d like to get a few more before they actually have to get up for a long day of practice.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

Times like this is when he wished that any other team had been open when Sung Hanbin had moved him out of Tomboy.

“-AAAAAAAAAAA!!”

Literally any other team.

“.....”

And just when he goes back to dreaming about making the Top 9 or maybe even going home for the break and getting to sleep in his own, blessedly quiet bedroom…

“YA! YOU BRATS COME BACK HERE OR I”LL-”

A series of expletives follows, too colorful for Seunghwan to even wonder how Junhyeon at his young age knows. Ggang’s tired leader sits up, staring daggers at Chen Jianyu who, in all this chaos, manages to stay dead asleep. If only he could. 

And since Seunghwan’s day can only get better, the door flies open and slams shut, Jianyu stirring a little in his sleep before settling back into slow, even breathing. Seunghwan wants to strangle them all, seriously and it isn’t even Jianyu’s fault.

Lee Jeonghyeon and Mun Junghyun stare up at him sheepishly from where they’re crouched on the floor, one of them holding what looks like Junhyeon’s practice clothes. Which means-

Seunghwan resists the urge to commit murder which has been a thought on his mind more than what should be usual. While they are three years apart, the other Wakeonez called them the demon twins and now Seunghwan was acutely aware of why. Before they can say anything, Seunghwan shushes them. At this rate, he figures that he either kicks them out to the hall and Junhyeon starts yelling at them or Junhyeon finds them and starts yelling. All scenarios end with Junhyeon yelling, he thinks, there’s no scenario where Seunghwan wins and gets a few more hours of sleep. Unless-

Reaching for his phone, Seunghwan dials the number that the Back Door team advised he call for Junhyeon volume control.

__________________________________________

You’re jolted awake by your phone, vibrating quietly beside you. Without looking at the contact, you answer it, sneaking a glance at your two roommates, both fast asleep.

“Yes it is” 

You confirm when the caller asks for your name.

“Ah, this is Lee Seunghwan from the Gang team. Listen, I’m really sorry to disturb you but Junhyeon is-”

__________________________________________

Seunghwan hangs up from the call and sends a silent prayer to the universe for strength to deal with his demons team.

As if on cue, the door swings open and there he is, in all his glory, Kum Junhyeon, with his hair still damp from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his nostrils flaring with a fury. The offenders shriek, scramble off the floor and conveniently find themselves on top of Junhyeon’s bed. Seunghwan braces himself.

“YA! HOW DARE YOU-”

Three things happen simultaneously. The door shuts, Junhyeon freezes and Jianyu finally wakes up. 

You survey the scene before you and sigh, turning to your boyfriend. Trying your best to remain composed, you fix him with a dead eyed stare, pointedly ignoring the droplets of water beading down his flat stomach. While it’s not Kim Jiwoong’s abs, it’s still doing things to you.

“Ah Hyeoni, what’s this I hear about you yelling so early in the morning? And walking around like this? Ya, you know there are kids here.”

You see the gears in his head turning before he drops his posture and says your name, laying the aegyo thick the way he does whenever you scold him. While you’re unfazed, the rest of the room’s occupants visibly cringe.

“Junhyeonie was showering and those meanies took Junhyeonie’s clothes so Junhyeonie chased them and told them to give back-”

You decide to stop him before Seunghwan actually commits murder.

“Mhmm well get your clothes back and come to my room. It’s early, let’s sleep a bit more before breakfast.”

So after extracting his clothes from Junghyun, who’s still in shock from the aegyo overload they had all borne witness to, Junhyeon trails after you, clutching them close to his chest with one hand and letting you drag him by the other.

As soon as the door closes behind the two of you, Seunghwan heaves the biggest sigh of relief. With one look at his teammates all dozing off as well, he finally closes his eyes and gets the sleep he needs.

__________________________________________

You love Junhyeon morning cuddles. Well, you love any kind of Junhyeon cuddles.

But there’s something about mornings and trying your best to burrow yourself into the blanket as he wraps his arms around you and tangles your feet together. Your roommates are still fast asleep and unbothered though you know they’re going to tease you later when they wake up and find Junhyeon in your bed.

You look up and he’s looking at you, your bodies so close that it’s almost impossible to tell where you end and he begins. You’re still a little distressed from witnessing his post-shower glory and so you tug him forward into a lingering kiss. He chases your lips, hands sliding to hold yours.

His breath goes a little shaky as you trail soft kisses across his cheeks and down his neck before returning to his lips. He wishes it could last longer but soon the fatigue from weeks of grueling practice and lost sleep sets in. You rest your head against the back of his neck, spooning him as he holds your hand, pressing kisses to your knuckles.

“Love you Hyeoni.”

You say, voice muffled as you bury your face into him.

“Love you too.”

He says so softly that you almost don’t hear it as you doze off. But you do because even when he whispers, Junhyeon’s love for you yells for the whole universe to hear. And you heard him.

[multiverseofstrangeness]

Daemon Targaryen x whore!OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys! I tried my first smut ff. I hope it worked as I wanted it. So please enjoy this one. Don´t be so rude it was my first time writing this kind of content. If it is bad: I am so sorry. But I hope ya enjoy it. Have a great night/evening/day.

House of the Dragon Spoiler!

Warnings: Smut (18+), rude language, fluff

Words: 984

His view flowed over those three girls. One of them was tall, the other was small but had big breasts, and the last didn´t know what to do. She stood there and looked down at the floor. He smiled.

"My Lord you have to choose."

He looked at the man behind the girls. He was the man who owned the brothel.

"Let me see."

He walked around those girls. All of them were perfect. He knew when he took the first two, he would have fun as always. He knew the last one was new in the business. He knew that would be somehow different if he takes her.

"I chose the last one."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? She doesn´t have any experience."

He nodded and waved so the others left, and the owner curtsied and left. The girl swallowed. She got sold by her dad because they didn´t have enough money. It was her first time with a man in a room, and she was completely naked.

"You shouldn´t be scared I won´t hurt you. It is your first time isn´t it?"

She nodded.

"Let's talk a little to warm up. You can put your dress on if you want."

So she did. He sat down on the mattress and pointed next to him. She sat down and looked at the floor. He lifted her chin.

"When you wanna attract someone, you should look them in the eyes."

She looked up. He was stunned by the blue of her eyes. They sparkled in the light of the sun. He smiled.

"I will ask you a few questions and you just have to answer. Alright: Where are you from?"

"The north My Prince."

"Great, but please stop calling me My Prince it won´t erect anyone. Next Question: What is your name, Sweetheart?"

"Isabella."

"What a beautiful name."

As he said that he leaned back and watched her looking at him. He smiled and she smiled shyly back.

"Why are you here?"

"My father sold me. After the death of my mother, we didn´t have enough money. All the money I get, I have to send to him."

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was the right choice.

"So let me teach some simple things about that what will happen next. First: look me in the eyes no matter how ugly I am. Secondly: Touch me and don´t be shy. Men like it to be touched in certain areas. Third: If you are ready with a man, go to the toilet you won´t like to be pregnant, then your father won´t get money anymore. The last one: Remember all the time: Most things are just played by you. So you just play that you get an orgasm. But if that is real, don´t be so loud."

With the last sentence, she started to smile.

"Good that´s a beginning."

He touched her shoulder and massaged it slowly. She breathed in.

"Don´t worry, Darling. I know what I am about to do. If something happens and doesn´t suit you, say something, and I´ll stop, Alright?"

She nodded. He leaned forward to her and moved her face in his direction. His lips were parted, and she looked him in the eyes.

His Lips met hers. She felt how soft they were. She could feel one hand on her cheek and another on her waist. Her left hand slightly moved into his short hair. She never felt hair that was softer than his. He smiled and brushed one hand over her cheek. He slowly pushed her down. The soft cushions in her back got her back to reality. She felt his hand traveling down her body. She felt his cold hand meet one of her Legs.

"Tell me, honey, are you still a Virgin?"

She nodded, and he sighed. His right hand brushed a strain of hair of hers out of her face. She smiled and stroke over his cheek.

"You are too innocent to be a whore."

She blushed. He pressed his lips once again on hers. She felt the desire grow in her stomach and how his kisses got faster and with more passion. She felt his right hand on her inner thigh and sighed into his mouth. He used the moment and let his tongue slip into her mouth. As he touched her neck, she winced.

"Darling, I think if just found your soft spot."

He smiled and snuggled into her neck and started to kiss it. She sighed once again. He smiled.

"If you allow this step: I would like to put down your dress."

She looked at him. As he saw the insecurity in her eyes, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

"My dear, I already saw your body, and believe me, it is the most beautiful thing I´ve ever seen."

She smiled and opened the knot of her dress. He helped her to slip it down. She felt his cold hands on her back and got goosebumps.

As he freed her breasts, he smiled and lightly touched them.

"My dear you got beautiful breasts."

She laughed at this comment. He cupped her breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt under his touch how her nipples hardened. He put his mouth over one of them. She moaned as he stroked, at the same time over her inner thigh.

"That´s what I wanna hear."

She pulled him to her lips and kissed him with such urgency that he was stunned.

"I think you are ready now. Don´t worry it just hurts for a second, then you will feel like heaven."

He leaned his forehead against hers. Before he put his cock in front of her entrance he said:

"After this, you´ll be mine."

And he moved into her. She never felt better. It was like heaven. He was right this was heaven.

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So you asked me to tell you about my oc and I hope it`s fine if do that here? Just delete this if you meant dm`s.

A little warning first! I can understand english perfectly but never had an opportunity to actually speak or write in it. Grammar will be wrong and sentences will be weird. I am trying my best :)

Her name is Cassiopeia and yes, it`s kind of pretencious, but it has a reason to be. Cassiopeia is from the island on the Grand Line that is living by the religion based on belief that every person has a star watching them and these stars can affect peoples lives. People from this island think of the Sun as a traitor who took away most of the humans to itself and are calling nonbelievers blinded. There is also a a belief that there should always be someone born "under the unlucky star" and that who Cassiopeia is.

What it means is that she is very respected but is treated horrbly. Almost no human contact, abuse from the church higher-ups, limited space for life and the only things she was allowed to learn are religious texts and some basic knowlege about healing herbs and stuff like that. She was also taught to "understand the stars" and she, by her own words, can find anyones star on the sky and translate what is has to say. Whether this is true or not is open to interpretation.

She was rescued from that life by a mink pirate and it is A LOT to tell, and I am really trying to not make this a massive infodump, so I`ll just skip to the result of Cassiopeia living on the tropical island closer to the begining of the Grand Line with the same mink and that mink`s child.

In the following years Cassiopeia was adapting to living like a normal person (and that was a ride on it`s own because her caretaker is a lot like Garp but a pirate and her methods in parenting are... unique. You can spot the wheapons inspired by chakram on the picture and let`s just say Cassiopeia can spill a lot of blood with those and is was a big part of her training)

Cassiopeia also used her chance to reflex on her beliefs and to learn about medicine and flora of the island she now lives in.

And it was proven to be useful when the Kid pirates stopped by and like... immediately got a big part of the crew horrbly poisoned by a local plant. Heat fot the worse of it. In that condition they where found by the mink and she, as a rude and sly person she is, struck them a deal: pirates help her with the local bandits that where causing trouble for some time now, and in return Cassiopeia will save the poisoned.

The next part I will mostly skip too. Just know that my girl was helping to fight the bandits and it was meant to show Kid that she can fight.

Cassiopeia held her part of the deal and helped the pirates bonding with them a little in a process. Since Heat was in the worst contition she spent extra time with him. He liked her talk about how she can "understand the stars" and gave her the nickname Cas.

After that the mink straight up asked Kid to take Cas with him (she was waiting for the opportunity huh) since he clearly needed a doctor anyway and "the girl have to see the world". It took some time and talk but this is how Cas ended up on Victoria Punk.

Cas is very different from your Doc. She does not have a degree and all the knowlege and experience that comes with it, so not the most competent for the job. She also a rather calm person who is (pre-timeskip) has a long way to go to come out of her shell. She lacks a lot of random basic social knowlege too, so sometimes her actions are not the usual way of doing things. For example when she fell in love with Killer, she had no idea that usually this feeling is not openly shown before the "love confession" and just started treating Killer with a lot of attention and owerall showing her feelings, while not putting any pressure to receive any kind of answer.

(Now that I am writing that I realized that your Doc`s personality is way more like another oc of mine where the idea that she is overworked accountant but her office is Onigashima and her horrible boss is Kaidou)

There is a lot more to say about her like her frienship with Heat, why her hair is so long and why it will be cut after the timeskip, how she will obtain Snow-Snow Fruit after Monet`s death and so on... But there is only so much bad text a person can handle and I feel like I am already pushing the limit so I will stop here.

Thanks for reading, here is scetch of pre-timeskip Cas, I promice to draw something for Hey doc later, bye!

Oh. My. Gosh.

Look at her. Cassiopeia is absolutely beautiful. I adore the time you took with the lore. The linking back to the unlucky star is just beautiful.

Makes me think about the constellation for Cassiopeia:

I love her personality of leaping first without thinking about the consequences: favouritism with Killer before the "Of course I'm in love with you." There's something so special in that. I also love the infodump. Learning about people's OCs feels to me like learning about characters in the series itself.

Also, just gonna put this out there, your art style is absolutely gorgeous. The expression, her body language, the way the clothes and accessories are draped, the weapons! I'm melting. I adore her and your plot is incredibly thought out and spectacular. I hope you post more about her!

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Moving above the Underworld (5/?)

Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?

AN: First day as a married couple... How will it go?

Don´t like-> Don´t Read, Minors DNI

Warning: angst, well she was just was given to an enforcer after all

Wordcount: around 1.5k

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“Your boss was informed that you are ill with a doctor's notice.”, he stated, “I´ll get something for breakfast. Shower, but don´t do anything stupid.” His eyes and voice are intense and she looks away. “Yes, Sir.”, she whispered. “Someone got some of your clothes from your apartment to change into. Whatever you don´t wear you will put into the drawer on the left.”, having given these orders he left her alone to come to terms with what happened a bit more. Looking through the bag he had motioned to, she gladly realized that, whoever took her clothes, chose her more comfortable and even some of her favorite ones. Freshly showered she got dressed in comfortable black jeans and an oversized blue pullover she usually wore when she was in need of comfort. She had just finished when her husband returned with a trolley filled with food almost all of it being her favorites. They ate in silence. Her not daring to look at him too much both out of fear and shame. “You will resign from your job.”, he suddenly exclaimed halfway through eating a bagel with scrambled eggs. “Okay, I was thinking about it anyway.”, she mumbled with a shrug, still not looking at him. “Explain.” “Boss and Solomon are assholes and I can´t take it anymore. May I ask what I will do now every day? Where will I live from now on?”, she answered, eating some fruit salad. “You will live with me wherever that might be. Here, at the house, or somewhere else if I have to leave for a longer time. Your tasks will be to cook, bake, and clean, or whatever else I want you to do.”, he stated sounding cold and nothing like the neighbor she had known before. “Yes, Sir.”, she breathed, suppressing a small hiccup that threatened to leave her throat. “Stop calling me that, you know my name is Sy. We married because we fell in love after you moved in above me. That is the official version. The real reason is only known by those who were at the office yesterday. And you better make sure it stays that way.” “I am sorry, Sy”, she apologized once again. They continue to eat in silence. However, one question kept bugging her mind. “About that heir...”, she gulped unsure of how she wanted to address the question.

“That will wait until I know you won´t do anything stupid.”, he interrupted her before she could even finish her sentence and she sighed a bit in relief. After breakfast, her husband once again is shown around the house, where she is allowed to go alone and where she better not think of going. Curious looks followed them wherever they went making their want to grab onto the only person she knew, Sy, but did not act on those urges. Who knew how he would react? She heard many Enforcers were rather unstable with how they acted. When they passed the room from the “inspections” she faltered for a second. “Will I be searched whenever I enter the house?”, Ellie asked dreading the answer. “No one except me will touch you from now on. If anyone does I expect you to tell me.”, he told her with such vigor in his voice she immediately nodded `Yes`. The last stop of the tour was the official Dining hall of the house where lunch was served for anyone working or living at the villa at that moment. “Sit. I´ll get some food.”, he rumbled motioning to a table big enough to seat eight people. He returned with some seasoned chicken breast with tomato rice and some vegetables. It tasted wonderful, though appetite avoided her with all the stress. She still tried eating up. Ellie could feel the eyes staring at her back from every corner, though only the ones that stared at her from the opposite to her made her shiver. She felt like she could breathe freely again when her husband looked away but it stopped not a second later when she became aware of the reason why he had done that. “I assume it is official?”, Mr Silver asked from right next to her. “Yes, Boss. I explained the most important rules to her, as well as what is demanded from her from now on.”, her husband explained in a matter-of-fact voice, “She is also aware of the consequences should she act up.” “Well, congratulations are in order then. You have the next two weeks off. There is no real wedding without a Honeymoon. Enjoy them and the newlywed life. I heard those first few weeks are the best.” “Thank you boss.”, he smiled, sending his wife a look that told her to better thank him as well. “Thank you, Sir.”, she shyly smiled giving him a quick hopefully grateful look. Pissing him off might turn out to be more dangerous than doing that with her husband. “I will leave the two of you to it then. Make sure your Team knows what to do during that time. And Ms Ellie. Welcome to the Family.”, with these words the Crime Boss Mr Silver left the dining hall.

It did not take longer than a minute since the boss left for other men to come by their table and congratulate them. Most of them clapped him on the shoulder and asked questions like: How often did they do it that night? Was she pregnant already because the wedding was that sudden? How kinky is she? Some even said she looked like someone who was into vanilla stuff and that they were sure he would show her more interesting stuff. He went along with most of them, even joked with them a bit for a bit. Ellie though wanted to be anywhere but there and only after a few guests looked down on her hands on the table and only gave short answers when directly spoken to. If her husband noticed her discomfort and chose to ignore it, or if he did not notice she did not know nor care, all she wanted was to leave. They returned to their room around five in the afternoon where Marco went through a few of his dressers moving stuff, while she was sitting in the window looking out at the big garden. Over the course of the evening, Ellie had retreated into herself more and more while her fear of her husband demanding things she did not want like sex. Waiting with heirs doesn´t mean he would be celibate. The fresh wife had not realized how much time had passed when an almost gentle hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her state. His large hand rested next to her neck, with his thump drawing small circles on its back and side. With tired eyes, she looked up at him ready to receive the order to strip and get on the bed so he could fuck her again. But instead, his hand simply moved enough for his thumb to move over her lips. If they were lovers it could be a hugely erotic/romantic gesture. In this situation, it was a pure show of domination. “Come to bed.”, he finally ordered when there was no reaction on her part, offering her the same clothes he had given her the night before. Accepting the offered fabrics, Ellie left for the bathroom to get ready for bed, glad he seemed to be content with leaving her alone. Marco was already lying beneath the sheets holding them open, when she stepped closer to the bed, to make it easier for her to get in. Just as the night before he simply pulled her against his chest holding her close.

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She had been able to sleep better than she could have anticipated and when Ellie awoke the next morning her husband told her they would return to their house and she would move into his flat with him. “What are we going to tell the Landlord? I mean my lease is still up for two years. And I just moved in.”, she mumbled, playing with the hem of her dress. “He is already aware of the situation.” “What is the cover-up?” “There is none needed. I own the house.”, he simply stated, “Now think about what you want to bring down to my flat. Everything else will stay in the one upstairs. I hope you are not afraid of bikes.” “I never drove with one.”, she answered. “Then you better get used to it quick. I rarely drive with a car.” “I´ll try, Sy.” “I know. I have ordered a helmet to be brought for you as well as some simple safety gear. As soon as it is here we can go.”

Part 6

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Dazed - Luke Hemmings

Contents: Mentions of throw up, drinking, alcohol abuse, Luke being mean when he´s drunk, fluffy ending

Word count: 1k

Where Luke and y/n go to a club, but Luke has a little bit too much to drink.

Luke Hemmings x reader

You were at home cuddling with Luke, when you got a phone call.

It was Calum. "Hey, do you guys want to go out? Me, Mike and Ash are really bored." You could obviously hear people around him. "Hey Cal, I would be down, but i'd have to talk to Luke." You told him. "No problem, just call be back when you get an answer." He answered, before you both said goodbye.

"Who was that?" Luke asked. "It was Cal, he was wondering if we wanted go out to the club, do you feel like going out?" You inquired, thinking he would say no, since Luke wasn't a big fan of the club. "Sure, we can go out." You raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" You sounded surprised. "Yeah, why not?" He exclaimed. You smiled.

You decided to wear a simple black dress and some heels, and Luke chose to wear a black shirt and some jeans. "We're matching" You said while looking at him. "We're gonna be the best looking couple at the club." He grinned and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Taking your hand, you both walked into the club. The music was way too loud and the flashing lights were almost unberable, but you were determined to see your friends.

After 5 minutes of searching, you finally found Cal, Ash and Mike, along with some unrecognizable people.

"Hi guys, i´m so glad you guys made it!" Ash exclaimed, slurring his words, you almost couldn´t hear him over the loud thumping of the music. You could obviously tell that he was intoxicated. "Yeah, thanks man." Luke sounded uncomfortable. "We should totally get some drinks!"

Luke looked at you and shrugged his shoulders, to mean "Why not?" Both you and Luke had a stressful week, so a drink wouldn´t hurt, right?

You two walked up to the bartender. "What would you two like?" he asked. "What´s the strongest thing you have?" Luke smiled. You laughed and thought he was joking. "We have a gin cocktail, if you would like?" Luke grinned. "Give me one of those then."

"Babe. that´s really strong, you sure?" You asked, surprised. "Yeah, y/n, i´m an adult, I think i can handle it." He replied. "I´ll just have a water." You told the bartender. You thought that if Luke got too drunk, you could give him some.

Luke got his drink and held your hand, bringing you back inside to the club. Everything was fine, for now.

You asked Mike, who was having the same thing as Luke, "How much gin do they put in this thing?" He laughed. "It´s basically just Gin, like a little bit of tonic!" He screamed through the loud music.

You were, dancing, until you noticed Luke dissapeared. A few minutes after, he returned with Ash, who was holding an entire platter of shots. "Who wants some shots guys?" He screamed.

Luke raised both of his hands. You could tell he was drunk. You took his hand from the air. "Don´t you think you had too much to drink?" You whispered in his ear. "I don´t care, give me more." He said, slurring, and forced his arm out of your hand.

Before you could react, he took two shots at once. You put your face in your hands.

He was dancing, you on the other hand, were shuffling nervously. "Can I get another drink, Ash?" Luke asked. You´ve had enough. You took his hand and dragged him outside.

"What are you doing Luke?" You asked him. "I don´t know what you´re talking about, i don´t get why you´re being such a bitch." He replied.

Those words stung you. You never thought that your boyfriend would call you a name like that, you started tearing up. He saw you and immediately apologized. "I´m so sorry, i didn´t mean it." He slurred and put his hand on his forehead.

Calum was outside, having a smoke break. "You don´t look so good, dude." He laughed. He was right, Luke was turning pale, and his breathing started to slow down.

"I´m okay Cal, I´m ok..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence, and immediately turned his head to the other side to vomit on the ground.

"Yeah, I don´t think he´s okay." Calum said, with his eyes wide open.

"I think I gotta take him home, tell everyone we said goodbye." You told Calum. "Yeah, go for it, bye y/n." You both hugged.

Going to the car park, Luke blurted out: "I´m driving!" You laughed. "There´s no way I´m letting you drive this fucking car!" You took the keys out of his hand, with no struggle.

You put him in the passenger´s seat and rolled down the window. You started the car. While you were driving, Luke just had his head out of the window.

You got home and took him to the bedroom. You helped him out of his going out clothes and put on his sweatpants and a big t-shirt.

After you did this, Luke hugged you and started tearing up. "I´m so sorry y/n, so sorry." He buried his head into your neck. You knew your Luke, and you knew he wouldn´t have said those things to you sober. "Please forgive me." He cooed.

"It´s okay Luke, we all go a little overboard sometimes." You smiled, taking his face into your hands. "I need to throw up again now." He rushed into the bathroom.

"Let me help you." You said. You held his blonde curls up while he was sitting in front of the toilet. You patted his back. "You´re okay baby." You said, in a soft voice.

"Let´s get you cleaned up.'" You helped him up, and put some toothpaste on a toothbrush and wet it in the sink. You brushed his teeth for him. He looked vulnerable, innocent. He spat the toothpaste out and rinsed out his mouth.

You took his hand and guided him to the bed, and tucked him in. "I love you so much, y/n y/l/n. " He smiled at you. "Why are we using my full name?" You giggled. "It´s beautiful, just like you." He smiled.

"Well, I love you too, Luke Hemmings." You said, while stroking his head.

You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes and brushed your teeth. When you came back to the bed. Luke was fast asleep. You got into the bed with him, and took him into your arms.

[selmasemlan]

One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: You asked for something cute, you´ll get something cute

Warning: cutie patootie, long-distance shish, i wanna be Luna.

Word count: 1571

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One call away

The sun had long dipped below the horizon in Beacon Hills, leaving Luna to contend with the encroaching darkness. Her day had been a whirlwind of chaos, dealing with the relentless alpha pack and the seemingly endless running around. Exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, and she finally found a moment of respite in the quiet of her room. She sank onto her bed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.

Just as she resigned herself to the fact that this day would be marked only by its trials, her phone buzzed with a video call. Her heart lifted at the sight of Marcel's name on the screen. With a flicker of hope, she answered the call, and his warm, familiar face filled the screen.

"Hey there, Sunshine," Marcel greeted, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

Luna let out a sigh of relief, her tension melting away at the sound of his voice. "You have no idea how much I needed to see you," she admitted, her eyes softening as she gazed at him.

Marcel's eyes sparkled with concern and affection. "Rough day?" he asked gently, his tone inviting her to share her burdens.

"You have no idea," she replied with a tired chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "It's been nonstop with the alpha pack, and I feel like I'm barely holding it together."

Marcel's expression darkened slightly with concern, his protective instincts kicking in. "I wish I could be there with you," he said softly. "To help you through this."

"You are helping," Luna assured him, her voice earnest. "Just seeing you, hearing your voice... it makes everything a little bit better."

They continued talking, Marcel asking about her day in more detail, listening attentively as Luna recounted the challenges and frustrations. His presence, even through a screen, provided her with a sense of stability and comfort she desperately needed. They laughed about lighter topics, shared stories, and let the conversation flow naturally, a soothing rhythm that eased the weight of the day from Luna's shoulders.

As the night deepened, Luna felt her eyelids grow heavy, her exhaustion catching up with her. She fought to stay awake, not wanting to let go of the connection with Marcel, but her body had other plans. Marcel noticed the change in her, his voice softening even more.

"You look exhausted, Sunshine," he said gently. "You should get some rest."

Luna nodded sleepily, her eyes half-closed. "I don't want to hang up," she mumbled, her voice tinged with fatigue.

"You don't have to," Marcel replied, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'll stay right here."

Luna's heart swelled with gratitude and love. She nestled into her pillows, her phone propped up so she could still see Marcel's face. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible as sleep began to claim her. "For being here."

Marcel's expression softened, his love for her evident in every line of his face. "I don't know what's happening over there," he said quietly, "but whatever it is, I'm here. Always."

With those reassuring words, Luna finally allowed herself to drift off, the last thing she saw before sleep claimed her was Marcel's face, a beacon of light in her darkest moments. As she slept, Marcel stayed on the call, watching over her, his heart filled with a fierce determination to protect and support the woman he loved, no matter the distance between them.

Luna could feel the weight of her fatigue as she tried to keep her eyes open. Her muscles ached, and every movement felt like wading through molasses. The adrenaline that had kept her going all day had long since worn off, leaving her utterly drained. She curled up on her side, her phone still in her hand, and felt a wave of peace wash over her as she listened to Marcel's voice.

Marcel watched her closely, his heart aching at the sight of her so worn out. He hated knowing she was dealing with so much on her own, hated that he couldn't be there to hold her and make it all better. But even through the screen, he could see the strength in her, the resilience that had drawn him to her in the first place. And he loved her for it.

He hadn't told her yet—hadn't found the right moment—but the depth of his feelings for her was undeniable. Every day, every conversation, every laugh they shared only deepened his affection for her. He would wait, though. He would be patient, give her the time she needed to come to terms with her own feelings.

"You really should rest, Sunshine," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. "I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."

Luna's lips curved into a faint smile, her eyelids fluttering shut. "Promise?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I promise," Marcel replied, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "I'll always be here for you."

As Luna drifted off to sleep, Marcel kept his promise, watching over her through the screen, his heart swelling with love and a fierce determination to protect her from whatever trials lay ahead. And in that moment, he knew without a doubt that no matter the distance or the challenges, he would always be there for her, ready to light up her darkest days.

The soft hum of the phone was a comforting lullaby, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic beat of her heart as Luna surrendered to sleep. Marcel's face, framed by the glow of her screen, remained the last image in her mind, a steadfast guardian in the dim light of her room. His presence, even from afar, was an anchor, grounding her in a sea of uncertainty.

As she slept, Marcel could see the lines of stress slowly fade from her face. He knew the burdens she carried, the relentless pressure from the alpha pack and the constant threat of danger that loomed over her. Yet, in this peaceful slumber, she seemed almost ethereal, a fragile being he was determined to protect at all costs.

He whispered softly, knowing she couldn't hear him but needing to say the words aloud. "I love you, Luna. More than you know."

The sentiment was a promise, a silent vow to stand by her through every storm. His eyes traced her features, memorizing the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair framed her face, and the serene expression that had replaced the weariness. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her breath, even though miles separated them.

Time seemed to stand still as he watched over her, his own exhaustion forgotten in the face of his devotion. Each minute that passed only solidified his resolve. He would find a way to be by her side, to shield her from the shadows that threatened to engulf her.

As the night stretched on, Luna's sleep deepened, her breathing becoming steady and even. The connection they shared, though digital, was a lifeline, a thread of love and comfort that spanned the distance between Beacon Hills and New Orleans. Marcel's eyes grew heavy, but he refused to close them, afraid to miss a single moment of watching over her.

Luna stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she shifted in her sleep. Marcel's heart ached with tenderness, his fingers itching to reach out and touch her, to offer more than just words through a screen. He knew that the physical distance between them was a barrier, but the emotional connection they shared was unbreakable.

In the quiet of the night, with only the gentle hum of the phone and the distant sounds of the city as a backdrop, Marcel made a silent promise to himself. He would find a way to bridge the gap between them, to stand by her side in person, to be the support she needed in the battles to come.

He stayed awake until the first light of dawn began to creep into his room, casting a soft glow over his face. Luna remained peaceful in her slumber, the stress of the day forgotten in the embrace of sleep. Marcel's heart swelled with a mix of love, determination, and hope.

As the sun rose, bringing a new day with it, Marcel finally allowed himself to close his eyes. He would rest now, knowing that he had kept his promise to stay with her, even from afar. And when he woke, he would begin to find a way to bring them closer, to ensure that the distance between them was no longer a barrier but a challenge they could overcome together.

In the early morning light, with the promise of a new day ahead, Marcel drifted into a light sleep, his heart still connected to Luna's across the miles. The bond they shared was a beacon of hope, a testament to the strength of their love and the unbreakable connection that would see them through whatever trials lay ahead.

As Luna slept soundly, Marcel's dreams were filled with visions of their future, a future where they stood side by side, facing the world together. And in the quiet of their respective rooms, separated by distance but united by love, they found solace in the promise of a new dawn and the unwavering strength of their bond.

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SCREW IT im posting the STUPID ASK BLOG THING!!! [unpleasant and infected first time meetinf. oneshot. this is half joke half serious teehee.]

That's Exactly What You Are.

Kasper has been living in an apartment with his friend, who he has nicknamed Gradie, for a while now. Around 3 months to be exact. In that time, though, he has recently fallen ill and had to be given check-ups from Lampert, another friend of his. Thankfully, he's gotten better, although something's.. off. Gradie has noticed this, since Kas hasn't said anything to them at all over the past day or so. They decide to do something about it.

Gradie nervously shuffles out of the closet and near to Kasper, who was on the computer and playing a game they didn't know the name of. They tried to get his attention.

"Kas? Are you.. are you feeling okay? You do not seem to be conversing with me and I worry for you."

He looked over at them, his face full of, surprisingly, anger and shock, and he slowly stood from his gamer chair. He backed away from Gradie.

"WH4T R U D01NG 1N MY R00M????" "Whuh- it's me! Your best friend? I literally live in your closet..?" "1'm n0t 4n 1d10t, 8r0, 1k my fr13nd5!! th3y'r3 4ll 0nl1n3!! wh0 r u 4nd y r u 1n my 4p4rtm3nt!!??"

They stared at him, still utterly baffled about what he's saying. Is this a joke? Why does he sound so different? Were his eyes always pink..? They kept staring, not answering his question, so he continued to interrogate them.

"L15t3n up, 8r0, 1'm n0t 480ut 2 45k 4g41n. T3ll m3 wh0 u r 83f0r3 1 k1ck u 0ut." "I already told you, Kas, I'm your best friend!! It's Gradie!" "Uhm.. u m1ght h4v3 th3 wr0ng 4p4rtm3nt.. 1dk 4ny p30pl3 n4m3d th4t.. my n4m3'5 1nf3ct3d."

Gradie kept staring at him, unmoving. This really freaked Infected out, since they were twice his height and generally very intimidating.

"c4n u pl5 l34v3, 8r0?" "I have NOWHERE else to go!! I'm practically a begger without your apartment housing me and letting me feast!" "pff.. f345t? Wh4t 15 th15, th3 1800'5?? 5t0p 5p34k1ng 4ll f4ncy, dud3." "Fancy?? That's- That's fancy to you?? I'm simply speaking normally with you! Unless, of course, these new and barbaric speech patterns are the 'in', in which case I will possibly edit my way of speaking to-"

Infected quickly cut them off during their rant, not wanting them to keep yapping.

"Pl5 5t0p t4lk1ng. 1'll l3g1t l3t u l1v3 h3r3 1f u ju5t 5t0p." "Oh. Gladly!" "G0d, ur 50 unpl3454nt. M4y83 TH4T'5 4 83tt3r n4m3 f0r u th4n 'Gr4d13'."

Gradie stayed quiet for a moment, not wanting to break rules, but they spoke up for that.

"But- but you named me that.." "1 h0n35tly d0 n0t g1v3 4 #### wh0 n4m3d u wh4t, ur n4m3 15 Unpl3454nt n0w 83c4u53 th4t'5 3x4ctly wh4t u r. Unpl3454nt."

They didn't respond, still shocked about this whole situation, and silently walked to the closet to think over this whole situation for a while.

"Is Kasper really that bothered by my speech patterns?.. no, wait, this is 'Infected', or whatever, so Kasper may still not mind my speaking voice. What can I do to help him? He doesn't want to be my friend, and he seems to be very 'hip' and 'trendy', so maybe I should find a trendy topic to converse with them about."

It was after this moment that Unpleasant both discovered brain-rot and became a weirdo. The thing is it's all an act. They're pretending to be this way to gain friends and, especially, to make Infected like them again. The only problem is that, for some reason, everyone they meet hates them with a burning passion. Getting called a waste and a freak, being told to keep away or leave.. they didn't even do anything! It just makes them wonder, deep down.. "Where did it all go wrong?" [The end lmao!!! teehee skips away and dies]

[brrbrina]

opposite

pairing: joe burrow x ogc

wc: 1,528 words

warnings: angst! fluff, joe being a dick and aria having supportive friends

a/n : TIWYS was partially re-written you can read it here first and then come back to OPPOSITE

I´m so excited to tell you that these blurbs will be turned into a mini-series called “fwd” this will be inspire by the last four tracks of sabrina carpenter’s deluxe album: ” emails i can´t send fwd:“ here´s this chapter song, I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you'd like to be in the taglist!

She couldn't fathom the idea of throwing almost 5 years of a relationship into the trash, she felt nineteen again every time she saw his eyes, and the feelings of butterflies in her stomach never went away. 

“I'm sorry is this seat taken’” a really tall blue-eyed guy asked standing next to her in the auditorium for an upcoming lecture, Aria looked up at him with tears in her eyes “No, no you can take it” she said moving her bag from the seat next to her to put it on her legs.

 She had been crying nonstop over the last couple of days and you didn't need to know her for a really long time to notice she was crying, “These things are so boring I don't know why we need to keep coming to these lectures, this is mainly for assistance so…” Aria heard him but even though she would love to answer him, she knew if she would speak up she would break down crying. “... I really don't want to sound nosy but are you okay? It seems that you're sad and…” he said stopping his words “I know we just met and we don't even know each other's names but if you need to talk I'm here, I´m Joe” he said introducing himself and part of her broken heart felt she could really trust him “I´m Aria” she said looking at him with watery eyes. “I'm sorry it's just…” she sighed “I got broken up by text last week and I feel really sad, I never thought love could hurt this bad, it's probably very dumb, deep down inside I knew we weren't meant to last it's just… I had this reservation for a restaurant tomorrow and I had a dress and everything but he isn't coming for obvious reasons and I can cancel it without losing my money and my roommate was supposed to come with me but she´s got a date and…” those words came very quick out of her mouth and Joe quickly stepped up “I´ll go, text me the address and I´ll be there, here this is my phone” he didn't hesitate to tell her that, he had never met anyone prettier than her, her brown eyes looked beautiful even if they were filled with water. 

“Are you sure? You really don't have to do that. I was just venting, we don't even know each other..” “Even better,” Joe said with excitement “You wear your pretty dress and i´ll wear a tux or something fancy, it's fine I promise, besides, it's a good thing to meet new people and have new friends” he said smiling at her and she knew he was right, there wasn't any harm in meeting people or going out to dinner with a new friend, she wasn't in a relationship and it wasn't a bad thing. So they went to that dinner and became really good friends, they would meet up for dinner anytime Joe was available with his busy football schedule.

While putting her clothes away in her new closet she saw that dress, the dress she wore specifically at that dinner and for their last date before becoming a couple, which was a good thing, Joe always told her how he loved how the dress looked on her, and she loved to hear those things.

Holding the piece of fabric in her hands she heard her phone ring, it was a text and her heart raced, wishing the text was from Joe, that he was going to apologize for the abrupt way he left, but it wasn't him and the text she got was only something that broke her heart more.

maría sent 1 photo

maría: i´m so sorry aria, i saw joe with the same girl you saw in that video,

It was a picture of Joe with his apparently new girl. They were at a restaurant and he was wearing a shirt Aria gifted him on the anniversary of their first dinner together, and that made her blood boil, did she create the perfect boyfriend just for some other girl to have him? 

aria: it´s okay, thank you for telling me. Are you doing anything tomorrow, we could go to the movies if you´re up to it.

maría: YES! i´ll pick you up at 5, see you tomorrow, ok? i love you aria.

That was almost two months ago and even though broken hearts take time to heal, she surrounded herself with her friends, and then autumn came around, the leaves were changing and Cincinnati was feeling like a place she should leave behind, it wasn´t until one time she saw her friends from college, they bought tickets to go to the game that weekend and she didn't know if it was the right thing to do, go to the place she had been going to sitting in a box with the quarterback (her ex) was the only thing she knew to do at Paycor, but she still had another friend on the team. So she did the reasonable thing to do, send him a text.

aria: hi ja´marr i hope ur doing ok!! A few people from college want to go to a game and I don't want things to be weird. lol thought i should give you a heads up.

j chase: HEY

j chase: i thought you forgot about me because of that dipshit lmao 

j chase: i would love for you to come! if any of you need tix let me know 

j chase: i have a jersey of mine if you want one, i'm pretty sure you have the number 9 one

aria: oh

aria: no it´s fine i have a spare orange shirt, but thank you tho :) we´ll see you at the game

She met up with her friends in her new apartment, and eventually, the topic of her broke up with Joe came up, the funny thing about relationships was that you meet people you never thought you would be friends with, their friends blended together and it was something none of them was sorry for, it´s just how relationships worked, they were even invited to a wedding of one of the couples who also met in college, Aria wondered if they would followed their way, and well, they clearly didn´t. 

After arriving at the stadium she felt overwhelmed and she could see directly to the box Joe´s parents were sitting, it was taking everything in her not to go in there to hug them for the last time, and then her heart broke a little more.

She was standing there, in the box she used to sit on, in the seat that used to be smelling like her favorite perfume, and Aria felt weak, it was such a bittersweet feeling, she looked nothing like Aria, she had long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, Joe used to tell her that style of girl wasn't his type, it made him feel like he was dating himself, she was taller than Aria, maybe not that much but definitely one or two inches enough to make her 5’4 self feel a little sad. It was so weird looking at her there, wearing a number 9 on her jersey, Aria wore the number 9 jersey when she was in college, white, yellow, and purple, and a bracelet of the same colors but adding a number 9 to it in the middle.

 It was hard to admit but she felt sad, Joe swore up and down he would never break her heart, that no matter how their relationship would go, Aria was the one who was supposed to walk away, that he loved her so much he would never do that, that he loved her enough to not walk away the same way her ex-boyfriend did. He saved her heart again just to break it into more pieces than anybody had ever done. And walking away from their home for the family they both wanted was hurting in a way she never felt before.

She left the stadium before the 4th half was over, she wasn´t feeling okay, and looking at Joe wasn´t making her any better, so she did the reasonable thing to do, after making up a lame excuse and said goodbye to her friends,  she called an uber and rode back to her apartment, on the way there she blocked Joe from every social media, she thought that was the reasonable thing to do, but that didn´t last long. 

Three weeks later she asked María to send her a screenshot of Joe´s story, something inside her felt the need to know how he was, she felt like maybe he would apologize soon but he didn´t, he was living a totally different life, he was running for MVP, the Bengals were on a winning strike, and Joe looked happier than ever.

maría: i don´t understand why i need to do this, this is only going to hurt you

aria: just do it mar

maría: ur insane

maría: sent a photo

maría: i´m so sorry baby :( if you need me i´m on my way. 

read 11:34 pm 

Amor, amor, amor, amor. It comes and goes, she felt a sense of loneliness she never felt before, she got a glass of wine and got drun, it was so quick, was he thinking about her when they were sleeping in the same bed, was she the one on his mind everytime they fucked or even worse when they were making love?

[larakb117]

LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You pack your things for the New York trip with Joseph while he desperately waits for you in his apartment…

Content Warning: implied smut (18+), making out, fluff, rpf

Part 8

“Are you hungry now?”, he asked. “Yes.”, you still trembled a bit and tried to collect your thoughts.

“I´ll get you something.” You sat up and covered your naked body with the blanket. Joe placed a glass of water on the living room table in front of you. He went back to the open kitchen counter and prepared something for you. “Is garlic bread okay for you? I don´t have a lot of stuff here, because of next week. I made the bread earlier this morning.”, Joe asked with his back turned to you. “Yes, thank you!” Joe came back with a wooden tray and set it right next to the glass you had already emptied. You instantly grabbed some grapes from the plate and shoved them, one after the other, in your mouth. You were so hungry now. The garlic bread tasted amazing.

You both ended up under the blanket, your bodies intertwined, still no clothes on. “What is your biggest secret?”, you gazed at his face. “I don’t know.”, he pushed his lower lip forward and put on a serious face. “Oh, come on!” “I don’t know, don’t know!”, he repeated cheekily: “What´s yours?” “Ehm, probably my huge collection of sex toys.”, you answered quickly. Joe looked at you in surprise: “Really?” You nodded. “But it seems like I don´t need them anymore.”, you smiled widely at Joe. “Babe, who knows! Maybe they get in handy at some point.” The new pet name sent goosebumps down your spine. Joe touched your cheeks, the other hand went around your waist and pulled you on top of his lap. His bulge pressed into your ass cheeks. You started to sensually kiss. He caressed every accessible part of your body. After a few minutes of making out and moaning into each other mouths you both slowly fell asleep. All the sex made you really tired.

You woke up before Joe, you took the opportunity and intensely looked at Joes face. His head laid on top of your cleavage, you could not see his whole profile, but you inspected every facial feature. Joe had some winkles around the eyes and on his forehead, they surely were there because he laughed a lot, not just simply laughing, it was full of joy. You recognized a little scar on his forehead as well and wondered why he might had got that. Joes lips were just perfect, you closed your eyes and it was like they were touching yours. His eyes had a wonderful shade of chocolate brown, his mother was totally right. Even though you just thought about him looking at you, you could feel his gaze which made the butterflies in your stomach flutter wildly. Maybe this was all a dream. This could not be real. Impossible that you went from “no men are interested in you” to “one unbelievable orgasm and compliment and touch and pet name after another” in just three days, you grinned to yourself. Your eyes opened again and you began to gently stroke his curled hair, down his cheek and over his facial hair, which was kind of messy. He had it on cheeks, above the upper lip, on the chin and down his jaw.

Joes eyes slightly opened as well, while you moved your fingers down his face slowly. “Oh, sorry.”, you whispered. “What time is it?”, Joe blinked into the sunlight streaming through the big window. “I don’t know. But I think I need to leave soon.” Joe hugged you tight and dramatically cried: “Please!!Don´t leave me!” You could not resist a chuckle: “I need to pack, remember?” “Oh you´re right.” You got up from the sofa and started to collect all of your clothes which were distributed all over his apartment. Fully dressed the last thing you needed was your phone and your small bag from last night. Joe handed you both of them. Some missed calls from Jen were shown on your lock screen. You would call her as soon as you got home. Joe hugged you from behind, his arms nestled around your waist. “As soon as you finish packing you´ll come here with all your stuff, okay?” “Yes, Joe.”, you loosened his grip and turned around to face him. His lips met yours before you even finished the rotation. “I´ll miss you.” He genuinely meant it, you could see it in his gaze. And you´ll miss him too, very much, so you told him: “I´m going to miss you too, babe.” You liked that pet name so you imported it to your vocabulary as well. “Don´t forget to send me your passport details so Maddie can take of your esta for the trip.” “I promise. I really need to go now.” It dawned outside and you had about 60 minutes of underground travelling to get home ahead of you. You kissed Joe for the las time today and left his apartment. A weird feeling to be honest.

As soon as you got home you started the first round of laundry. You took your phone out of your bag and dialled Jens number. “OH MY GOD!!!!WHY DO YOU NOT ANSWER ME?!” Jen yelled into the phone. WHAT HAPPENED?!I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO-“ “Can you please stop shouting at me!!!”, you yelled back at her. A quiet “sorry” came from the other side of the line. She sounded kind of abashed. “It´s fine.”, you tried to soothe her: “I´m totally fine.” “You don’t feel sick anymore?”, Jen asked you curiously. “To be honest…I didn’t feel sick at all. I actually never felt happier.” “Y/n? What happened?”, you could basically see Jens face with the wide eyes and lips formed to an o right in front of your inner eyes. “To make it short: I think I´m in love and I finally had sex…multiple times.” You had to remove the phone from your ear, due to the loud squeaky screams coming out of the speaker. Jen was 34 years old but she behaved like a teenager when it came to these kind of topics. “YOU.HAVE.TO.TELL.ME.EVERYTHING.” You began to tell Jen about the dinner yesterday, but stopped with the details as soon as you told her about his apartment. “Girl, you need to give me more information.” You wanted to keep it to yourself, the only thing you revealed was the following: “He is such an awesome person. I could have not wished for somebody better to have my first sex with.” But Jen did not let go: “ You can get more in to detail when we meet next week!” You remembered, you had plans with Jen, but she would forgive you: “Oh Jen, I am so sorry! I need to cancel our dinner.” You could hear the disappointed in her voice: “Why?” You smiled into yourself because you could not believe what you were about to say: “I´m going to New York with Joe.” A gasp came from the other side of the phone. “You don´t!” “Oh yes I do!” You both squeaked together now. Jen interrupted the noises: “Damn, I woke up Cameron.” Her son was crying in the background. You could not supress a laugh. “Need to go y/n! We´ll text later?” She didn’t hear your yes because she already hung up. You looked around the bedroom, your suitcase was on top of the wardrobe. You teared it down from there and started to throw clothing in it.

About half an hour after you had started the packing you realised that you did have enough clothing for 6 days: enough underwear, dresses, socks, pants and shirts. You checked for the New York weather, it would be pretty changing. Most of your clothing were still in Germany with your father, you did not have a lot of stuff here, so you did not need to think about different outfit options. Basically, 90 percent of your wardrobe was in your suitcase, the rest was in the laundry machine. In the bathroom you began to pack all of your makeup and skin care, toothbrush and paste and some shampoo. That’s it, you thought to yourself. Just the passport, and some more paperwork you needed to take with you went straight into one of your tote bags. You had a huge collection, you had a stranger things one as well. You teared the one out of the pile and realised that Joe was on it. It was a stranger things 4 tote bag with Eddie Munson on it. Unbelievable, you walked around with his face on your bag for several months about two years ago, without realising it. You definitely fancied Steve more than Eddie. And now you were packing for a trip to New York with Joe.

You took a quick shower and got into a comfy lounge two piece. Again you looked around the apartment and threw every possible thing into your bag and suitcase that could become in handy. A book you had not touched for a lot of weeks now, your headphones and a charger. And now? You did not know what to do. It was 9 pm, your laundry machine had just finished. Well, Joe told you, you should come with your stuff as soon as you were done packing. You checked for all the electronic devices in your apartment to be turned off, closed the window in your bedroom and left the building with a suitcase and a tote bag over your shoulder.

The way to Clapham took a little longer, you´re suitcase was pretty heavy but somehow you managed to get to his house without looking at your phone once. You ringed the doorbell which did not have a name on it, and his voice came out of the speaker: “Yeah?” “It´s me.”, you said. The door automatically opened right away. Joe already came down the stairs and kissed you before he took all of your bags. “I missed you so, love.”, he mumbled while kissing you. With the bags in his hands, he easily climbed up the stairs to his apartment. He placed them right next to the entrance door and pulled you into the living room. Right on the other side of the entrance door where your suitcase was standing, Joe pushed you against the wall. He hungrily kissed you, you slightly opened your mouth so his tongue could slip in your mouth a little. He grabbed your thighs and brought them up into a right angle. You did not have any control now, everything that kept you in that position were your back at the wall and his arms holding you up. Your legs twined around his ass, your arms did so around his neck. Joe pressed his lips onto yours passionately.

Then it hit you: “Oh babe! The passport details” You jumped back to the floor, grabbed the passport and handed it to Joe. He took his phone out and sent a photo to his assistant. “You want to drink something?”, he turned to you. “Some water please.” He went to the kitchen counter right after winking at you saying: “Some water coming up.” You sat down on the sofa and tried to calm down from the hot but short make out session at the wall. Joe came to the sofa too and sat next to you. He laid back and pulled you into his arm. His jeans from earlier had changed into some sleeping trousers. Joe gently wiped away some strands of hair out of your face, your fingers intertwined. You both played with each other’s fingers. “So you were fast with packing.”, Joe mumbled into your hair, his chin rested on top of your head. “I just wanted to get back to you.” “Same love, same.” He kissed your hair. “I´m kind of overwhelmed about all of this, to be honest with you.”, you confessed. “Me too, probably not the way like you, but I would have never thought that I would be crazy in love with somebody just within a few days.” You startled: “What did you just say?”, you gazed at him. His brown eyes sparkled, you could not understand why, but you felt tears building up in yours. He nervously chuckled and ran his hand through his curls: “I think I´m in love with you.” There was nothing else to do than caressing his lips with yours. A tear ran down your face, Joe wiped it away. You could not say it, but he totally understood that you felt the same way. You moved closer together, cuddled, kissed, talked and laughed for hours. Until you both fell asleep.

To be continued…

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Aran Ryan fanbase headcanons -RESULTS-

Finally! These are the results! I hope you had fun doing that! Comment or repost with your opinion, memes, drawings about it! See ya next survey!

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What do you think about Aran Ryan?

35%: The comic relief of Punch Out wii: he can be crazy and stuff but he makes you laugh hard

35%: Even if he can act tough, he is also a funny guy

Can Aran have romantic relationships?

45%: Yes, and oddly he doesn't "cheat" in this filed!

Are Aran Ryan from the Wii and Aran Ryan from the SNES the same person?

40%: Yes, Snes! Aran was him before snapping

Does Aran have a sister?

Yep! Baby sister named Daisy who plays Rugby

i'd like to think so! i imagine she's his little sister for some reason

He has multiple younger sisters

Yes, one younger sister

He must have one.

she has one to me, a younger one :3

YES!

Yes, and an older sister at it

Yes, and I like to think she's a lot younger than him for full big bro energy. She's just as crazy as him, though.

Yes. She hits harder than you, boy!

Yes!

yes, and a brother. he’s the eldest of three children

Ye

yeah

Yes, I’m thinking she’d be about 9 to 12? I like Headcannoning that Arans sister would stay up at night until aran comes home from the pub to see if he’s okay 👍

Ermmm of course?

yes, a younger one

Yes

Yes!

Yes, I think I gave her the name Aisling in my hcs

Why is Aran "obsessed" with cheeseburger? H3talia cannot be a "real" answer!!! (But you can write it if ya want lol)

Just finds it a fun insult for the Americans but also he had one cheeseburger and it was the shittest one so he uses to call someone shit

oh i just assumed it was a dig at little mac being american? because haha america and burgers and all that. is he obsessed with them? interesting...

Not obsessed, but definitely likes them

He came to America and first food was cheeseburgers.

Stereotypes.

i know what u did here (its me *** LMAO) he just likes to bully mac >:)

YES!!!

Simple, Little Mac is called Little Mac, and McDonald's has the Big Mac. He connected the dots and now it's his most iconic line.

He…likes cheeseburgers? Yum yum!

I wouldn’t say he’s obsessed per say, just ragging on American’s with the stereotype that we all just eat junk food. (I also headcanon that he actually likes cheeseburgers, but tries not to let anyone see him eat them.)

idk

MACdonalds (funny)

that’s what he thinks of the us

I’d think that’s like his #1 insult of all time, either calling them a legitimate cheeseburger, or telling them they hit as hard as a cheeseburger being thrown as someone

Big Mac Little Mac haha get it

no, but why's that an answer???

He gets hungry a lot ):

Wait has someone actually thought Hetalia was a genuine answer or something this is extremely worrying

Teehee funny American joke

About you! What is your main fandom?

PUNCH OUT!! :D

it is a mystery...

punch out

Punch out and Super Mario

tekken, sailor moon, tomb raider aside from po

Punch-Out!!

Currently Pokemon, but feel free to ask me about Punch Out!!

Punch out at the present moment.

I have many but it’s def the Beatles. Currently it’s Ted Lasso

I started out in the FNAF fandom as a kid and it’s had a ton to do with me and my art since lol.

currently punch-out lol

Super pumch iut

punch-out!! and k-pop

PUNCH OUT OFC

Team Fortress 2 teehee

currently my main fandom is super mario!!

Touhou!!!

PO!!

Either Puyo Puyo or Pokémon

Is Aran your fav one from PO and in general of all the fandoms you are in?

66,7%: No, only in PO

Silly question: why does Aran draw with a paintbrush???? Why didn't he use a pen or something like a normal person? Or just destroy Little Mac like Don Flamenco did?

30%: Because he has always weird stuff with him

Did Aran finish school?

No but he went back to school as a Mature Student and is doing some study

hmm... maybe. (cop-out answer lol)

Nope, only finished up to middle school

No,

Pretty sure he did, but it was torture for him:

good question, maybe he did "ok"

Somehow yes

Probably

I think so. He used to be sane until he realized the potential for cheating there was in the WVBA

Maybe

Assuming that him and SNES are the same person, I think he did but it was very rocky due to growing teen angst because of the bullying he faced.

he probably finished high school

He seems like the type of person to draw comically bad stick figure portraits so no

he did because of his mama

He’d probably drop out, or get expelled for beating up too many people, I guess his mum just didn’t look for anymore schools after that

prob not, maybe homeschooled?

Lel yeah

Yes but he didn't care much for it, and he hardly thinks back to it as well.

Yeah, had no interest in college though

Your Aran Ryan OTP is...

40%: Aran Ryan x canon

Which are Aran's friends inside the WVBA? (OCs are good too)

Disco, Don, Hugger, Tiger, Mac, Bull and Soda

i honestly don't think he'd consider any of them his friends. he's very hard to get close to that way (not IMPOSSIBLE but... hard)

The entire world circuit and masked muscle at least

Soda (I ship him and Aran), Tiger, Bald the Bull and SMM.

SP is his good drinking buddy! But guess that's about it.

narcis is not only his bf in my canon but also his BFF, other than that disco and maybe heike, some fellas he met in ireland-

Mad clown and Masked Musle

Soda Popinski, Some of my OCs (Ikari (I haven't talked about her), Polar (mischief makers, haven't talked about her), Playmaker (would record pranks/prank each other))

Glass Joe, Piston Hondo, maybe Don Flamenco and Carmen, maybe Little Mac

Narcis (even more than), Don, Disco, Heike, Mr. Sandman, I’d even say he’s friendly with Mac too.

My mind flip flops between him either being good friends with some of the boxers or the other boxers warning everyone else that he’s a dangerous nutcase. (He can be, but it’s not his entire personality.)

don flamenco (rivals to lovers hehe), piston hondo, great tiger, soda popinski (drinking buddies lol)

I think aran and heilke could be friends

quite literally everyone in the wvba lmao

Hes definitely got lads outside of the WVBA but if we’re talking just inside the WVBA, I’ve got a feeling that hardly anymore wants to mess or talk with Aran but if I had to choose I’d probably say Don Flamenco, they fought eachother before so I guess they spoke more after that. Don wouldn’t really be the one to start a conversation with him at all but Aran can start up a conversation, by stealing his toupee and making him run room to room to get it making sure to let everyone see as Don chases after him, especially letting Carmen see👍

excluding ships, soda would be the closest, tho he's more of a "when things go wrong, call him" type guy. even if aran doesn't admit it, he's maybe the closest he's got to a friend. see below

Little Mac, Soda Popinski, somehow the ref

Everyone stays at least 5 feet away from him because he has rabies and he nearly bit a guy once. (I feel like he's alone by choice)

I imagine the world circuit is among his closest friends just because they’re around each other a lot, but I’m he has buddies he used to box with back in Ireland (I’d also say his sister but they grew up together so it’s bit of a given)

Can Aran Ryan have friends?

35%: Yes, but his hot head can be problematic

Does Aran have hobbies outside boxing?

Art, Rugby and Horse Riding!

probably, but good luck getting him to share what they are lol

Yes! He enjoys sculpting and painting as well as dancing and making music among other things

Ice skating and art

Drawing. I'd imagine he adores biking too.

being a bitch, motorbiking and getting caught driving too fast, pub shenanigans, pulling pranks at people he doesnt like or likes

Drawing and playing the eletric guitar

Maybe, one I can think of is tinkering (Think of him making new things to help him win)

Art, harmless pranks, rubik's cube speed solving

I can see him being into art like painting and drawing.

I definitely thinks he likes small things like video games and movies.

yes, i hc that he’s sort of an artist

not sure?

I’d think he definitely does Hurling, and is absolutely amazing at it, he doesn’t usually brag about it but does bring it up whenever he can

bar hopping. & fighting. usually one after the other

Art, gardening, punching and biting random things to see what would happen, drinking

Yes, but I feel like he keeps most of them to himself.

Traditional Irish dancing (he just pulls that shit out during title defense), he also probably draws and maybe plays an instrument

Can being bullied during school (for his name and for his mother), the cause of Aran's angry behaviour?

50% : yes

50%: sorta

Why did he started to cheat in your opinion?

42,1%: He started to cheat as everyone was "doing that" in his opinion

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Vol.2 Kino Saga [TRACK 2]

Original title: イブとの対話

Source: Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN Vol.2: Kino-hen

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Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

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TRACK 2: A CONVERSATION WITH EVE

You look around the room. 

*Rustle rustle*

*Knock knock*

“...I’m coming in!”

Kino enters the room as you act defensive. 

“Nice to meet you, Eve.”

You ask for his name. 

“The name’s Kino. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”

You frown.

“Hm? Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face? …Ah! Or are you hungry after all? In that case, you should tell Yuuri andーー”

You ask him where you are. 

“Ah. So that’s what you’re wondering about. Let’s see…This is my home. As for why you’re here…Well…Hmー It’s a little difficult to explain but to put it shortly, to become my Princess, I suppose?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“I’m a Prince, you see. …A Vampire Prince, that is.”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“You are well acquaintanced with them, aren’t you? You know…The Sakamaki brothers, Karlheinz’ sons. They’re all siblings of mine.”

You frown.

“That being said, I doubt they are aware of my existence.”

You seem confused. 

“Hmー …I’m what they’d call an illegitimate child, you see.”

Kino sits down on the edge of the bed beside you.

*Rustle*

“In other words, I’m the result of the King having a bit of ‘fun’. …Well, I don’t quite know myself either, but that’s what everyone has told me.”

“Oh come on, calm down a little. I can understand that you’re confused, but let’s take it one step at a time, okay? …We’ve got plenty of time on our hands after all.”

*Rustle* 

Kino grabs hold of your wrist.

“Hmー Not great but not horrible either. You really are the very definition of ‘average’, aren’t you?”

You try to get away.

“Excuse me? Can’t you see that I’m in the middle of grading you? It’s not like getting a little look will hurt you, right? So behave.”

*Rustle* 

Kino pins you down.

“...!”

He tightens his grip.

“So you are Eve, huh…? It’s honestly a little hard to believe. You’re just too ‘ordinary’. With a name like that, I was expecting one hell of a beauty so I’m a little disappointed. But…Well, I guess it’s fine. Better than nothing, I suppose.”

You wince in pain.

“Ah, my bad. Did I hurt you? But don’t you think you’re overreacting a little? I assumed you would be used to the pain by now? I mean…”

*Rustle* 

“You’ve got bite marks all over you after all…I bet you actually love to get hurt, don’t you?”

*Thud* 

*Creaaaaak* 

“There we go…Answer my question. …Come on, say you like it.”

*Smack* 

“Say it, come on.”

*Smack*

“...!”

*Smack*

“Say it…!”

*Smack* 

You continue to deny his statement. 

“Heeh…You don’t? I’ll hurt you then.”

*RIIIIIP*

“Fufu…I heard that your blood tastes out of this world. I can’t wait to have a taste…”

*RIIIIIIP* 

*Rustle* 

“I’m sorry for doing this while you’re already injured but…I just can’t hold myself back, you see?”

*Rustle* 

“I mean…You’re giving off this amazing scent…Haah~ What is this smell? It feels nostalgic. …Like a sweet fruit? …Haah…I definitely smelt this once before…Ah! Right! This is the smell of figs. …Fufu~ Now how do you actually taste? Are you just as sweet as one as well?”

*Sluuurp* 

“Hm…I guess I won’t be able to tell just from licking your skin. Fufu…I suppose I’ll have to bite you and suck your blood after all.”

*Rustle* 

“Don’t turn your head away…Look at me…”

*Creaaaak* 

“Keep your eyes on me. …Fufu. Look directly at the face of the man who will sink his teeth into you.” 

He forces your head in place. 

“I don’t like it when people avert their gaze. So you’re not allowed to move your head until I give you permission to do so, okay? Well then…Time to dig in.”

Kino bites you.

“Hahn…”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah…Huh? What’s this…?”

*Rustle* 

“Hahn…”

*Gulp gulp* 

“Mm…Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Hah…! …Haah, haah…This is intense…I suddenly feel clear-headed…I have never felt like this before…”

He continues sucking your blood.

“I think I might grow addicted to this…”

*Rustle* 

“Fufu…Good girl. You’re looking right at me. You seem to understand me pretty well?”

*Sluuurp*

“I hate people who won’t listen to me after all. Phew…Is it hot in here or what? I better take something off.”

*Rustle rustle* 

He takes off his jacket.

“Phew~ Way better. …Oh? Is something the matter?”

You point out that his shirt has blood stains on it. 

“Huh? Blood? …Ah, on this shirt? I actually got hurt pretty badly yesterday, you see.”

You grow worried.

“I was stabbed in my side. …Ugh…It still stings a little.”

You ask him how it happened. 

“Hm…I’m not sure how to explain…I told you that I’m a Prince, remember? So there’s plenty of reason for others to resent me. …Owowow…”

*Rustle* 

“By talking to you…The pain I had forgotten about has once again…”

You apologize.

“Fufu…Just kidding~”

You blink in surprise. 

“You really think someone would stab me? You must be pretty stupid to believe that.”

You call him out on being mean.

“Cruel? How so? You’re the worst for trying to blame someone else for your own stupidity.”

You turn your head away.

“And when you know the other person is right, you go quiet, huh? You don’t even know what the right thing to do in this sort of situation is…?”

He leans in close.

“ーー Apologize.”

*Rustle*

“I don’t like that attitude of yours but…Oh well, I suppose I’ll let it slide for today.”

Kino moves away.

“I was going to indulge in your blood some more, but I think I won’t after all.”

He gets up from the bed.

“Ah, right! About the blood on my shirt…It got on there when I stole you away from that manor. I can’t imagine that guy’s doing so great right now. I mean, I blew a hole right through his stomach after all.” 

Your face goes pale. 

“He might even be dead. …Vampire or not.”

You start to panic. 

*Rustle* 

“Woah there, be careful! You were severely wounded as well after all. ー Better be grateful to me. I mean, that guy hurt you, didn’t he? Which means I basically took revenge for you. …You better return the favor with your blood the next time we meet.”

Kino leaves your room. 

*Thud* 

Yuuri asks him how it went. 

“Haahー …Hm. Right. She was ordinary. ーー Or that’s what I’d like to say after all. But I can understand why she’s considered Eve. I mean, she may look average on the outside but how should I put it…There’s just something about her aura? Also, her blood as well.”

*Knock knock knock*

“Tsk…! Shut up!”

*THUD*

“...No, it’s fine. We can just leave her there, no problem. …Besides, I’m kind of exhausted. Her blood gave me a boost for a couple of seconds, but then it leaves you in a slump afterwards. Could you run me a bath? …Ah, I’d also like a glass of chilled guava juice. I want to take my time to really relax in the tub.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー