#Dream also shows up at the beginning and end so heads up for that hehe :)

[wwaheoh]

hehe, i know im probably not the first and definitely won't be the last to ask, but we need a part 3 of the rejected confession series!! whether its a happy ending of reader and the character getting together or just making up and staying friends (or forever parting ways) we need closure!! so when you think you are ready for it, could we possibly have a final part? :,)

“Reconciliation”, Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader

Von Lycaon, Anby Demara, Zhu Yuan

a/n: thank yall so much for the support! its meant so much! i hope everyone enjoys the "good ending" to the Unrequited Love series.

a/n²: also thanks to that one anonymous requester, loved your ideas and helped a bunch when writing! hope i did well in realizing it!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The day before heading to the scheduled meet, you were stressed out of your mind. Having made up your mind, you decided to go, whether it be for reconciliation or- no, you shouldn’t think so optimistically. Maybe this was just a way for them to berate you for ghosting them before cutting ties forever…

With that optimistic thought, you made your way back home, finally getting off the bench you’d been glued to with thought after the brief encounter with the shark-girl. Sorta embarrassing to be told to fix your relationship by a high school girl but at this point any push that didn’t get you deeper into becoming a shut-in was better than none.

Stepping into your home, you shut and locked the door behind you before heading to your room, beelining straight for the closet. Sliding it open, you began to look through the hanged clothing, contemplating what you should wear. Something cute? Something bold? Something that you’d think he’d like or something you felt comfortable in?

After several minutes of this, you finally picked out an outfit, now onto actually getting sleep. Setting the clothes onto a chair, you went to your bathroom and undressed, putting on sleepwear and throwing yourself onto the bed.

A wave of exhaustion passed through you, wow, you were a lot more tired than you thought…

///

The outing with you had been going well, Lycaon thought, today was a beautiful day, thankfully Rina was aiding Corin today so he had no worries about being forced to cut it short and attend to any accidents their junior was prone to.

Strolling by the pier of Lumina Square, water a sunset orange as thr Sun began to set into the horizon, you stopped walking, with him following, a sign of confusion on his face.

“Hey, Lycaon?” You spoke nervously, demeanor slightly shaking. Worry began to draw in, not outwardly showing it, not wanting to make you more nervous in speaking. Something that he usually did when with clients- unconsciously leading him to thinking of you as a client rather than his friend at the moment.

Then you confessed.

His mind stopped- cool breaking as the words spilled out of your mouth and into his ears. Forcing his tail to not wag, he was about to reply. Yet what came out of his mouth was not what he intended, having forced his brain into ‘work mode’ to protect himself from all the possibilities of what you might have said.

So instead of accepting your feelings, happily rejoicing and telling you that he returned them wholeheartedly. He… rejected you. The words tumbled out of his mouth, rushed, the professional tone he used with clients slipped in. As if he were a prisoner in his body.

The look you gave him immediately showed he screwed up. Unable to approach as you began to cry, not wanting to take back the words- not because he believed them, but because he believed you would think he was simply pitying you and throwing a bone.

“I’ll start the car up. It’s getting late.”

“I- it’s- hic- it’s f-fine. I’ll get home on m-my own.”

“I must insi-”

“I said it’s fine!”

His ears drooping, wild guilt painted on his face, internally berating himself for having somehow messed up the interaction of his dreams. He went back to his car, turning it on and beginning the drive back home.

Atleast, that’s what he led you to believe. Instead, he parked in a nearby alley before shadowing you- unwilling to not see you home.

The day after that, he texted you, yet you never responded. Days of being left on ‘Read’ became days of you not opening his text messages at all.

It had begun to get at him, his voice became colder than usual with clients, still professional but with more sharpness to it. The others noticed their boss acting like this, yet were unable to pry into the why. It was a shared silent agreement between them and their boss, a wall between their professional work and personal lives. He met with Master Phatheon a few times and even they noticed something was off with the butler.

One day Ellen overheard him murmuring, quickly figuring out who he was so hung up about and what had happened- with some aid from Miss Rina. Unbeknownst to Lycaon, she met up with you unexpectedly, getting you to meet with Lycaon at the cafe. With Rina “booking an appointment” with a client, for Lycaon to meet with at the very same time.

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Stepping into the cafe, bell jingling behind you, looking around the cafe before finding the spot Ellen had directed you to, tilting her head to the farthest seat with her signature bored look and lollipop in mouth. Nodding gratefully, you made your way to the table and sat down. Nerves ablaze, you fixed your clothes, making sure nothing was out of place. Worries bubbled up in your mind, thoughts of what could go wrong swirling in the bubbling soup of anxiousness.

Silver fur snapped you out of your spiraling, the Therian that’d been on your mind now realized in front of you. He mirrored your expression of shock, not having thought to see you again, before he quickly closed the gap, holding you tightly.

“I am so sorry.” Breathless, he looked deep into your eyes, “I had not meant to say what I did. I do wish to be with you. If you’d have me.” Not a man to screw up an opportunity like this- especially after having messed up so badly, any and all grievances be damned- he would say his peace and lay his heart into your hands, to either hold or crush at your whim.

You returned his hold, tears welling up as the two of you embraced, hearts swelling with joy as his hard, fluffy body pressed tightly against you, finally together once more. Sobbing openly as finally, the two of you were together, this time as lovers.

It was a little awkward stepping out of the cafe, with some customers very obviously glancing at the two of you after your two very public reunion…

After Anby had run from your confession, she spent a lot of time rewatching movies. Romance and tragedy specifically, trying to find a solution to what has transpired. The rest of the Cunning Hares were confused about her seemingly out of nowhere interest in those genres, usually seeing her watch action or thrillers.

There was an aching in her heart, one she had originally attributed to the loss of a friend, yet it felt stronger, much stronger. As she watched more and more, she came across an animated film, one of a failed relationship, of how being apart makes the heart grow fonder, ending with the two getting together, stronger than before.

That’s what she wanted.

While originally she was true to herself, only wanting you as a friend, time revealed that she wanted more, especially after forcing herself to dodge into alleys after even a glimpse of your hair, oftentimes leading to odd looks from the Cunning Hares or Phaethon. She wanted to be closer to you, like how the protagonists in the films were.

Standing up, resolution in her heart and an apology on her tongue, she exited the door and began making her way to your abode, moonlight and street lamps lighting the way.

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You couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a one-off occurrence either. Thoughts powered by the late night struck harshly, leaving lasting impressions that made sleep impossible. Especially those of a particular silver-haired girl.

Sighing, you shook your head, as if to shake the thoughts physically out, getting up from your bed and heading to the kitchen. Opening up the refrigerator, you grabbed a cold pitcher of water and a cup from the cupboard, turning the pitcher and letting the cool liquid spill into the cup, only turning it back upright as it neared the top.

Putting the pitcher back into the fridge before closing it, you grabbed the cup and steadily began to drink from it. Refreshing, always helping whenever those thoughts arrive…

A notification from your phone rang out, having left it in your bedroom you began to make your way to said room, when a knock at the door stopped you. Nothing good ever came from someone at your door at near midnight.

Grabbing a nearby object- your hand finding the handle of a knife, you quietly made your way to the door. Looking through the peephole, you saw a familiar face that made your muscles freeze.

Anby, staring right back at you. In her usual getup, with the same mono-look, but a hint of anxiousness hidden in her eyes.

Setting the knife down onto the counter, you slowly opened up the door, nerves threatening a rebellion against your body as you opened the door.

Finally face to face with Anby, without the blurriness and fish-eye view that the peephole provided, you could see how less kept she was than usual. Eyes tinged with red- a sign of screen overuse. Sweat, faster breaths, a flush of red coloring her pale cheeks.

The two of you stared at each other for a second before she quickly closed in.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked, monotone as it was, a hint of breathiness from her seemingly having sprinted here from wherever she was prior. “I shouldn’t have ran.”

You didn’t know what to do, worried that nodding or shaking your head would give the wrong impression- whatever the impression you wanted to give was lost to you.

You just stood there, listening to what she had to say.

“In the movies they always get together after the first confession. But it didn’t feel right at the time- but it also didn’t feel right saying no.”

A silence before you decided to share your two cents.

“Anby-” her attention diverted back to you straightaway, “How about this. We date for a bit- say, a year, then if you feel like it’s right, then we can continue. If not, then atleast we tried…”

“Just don’t run again, even being friends would be better than never seeing you again.”

She quickly closed the gap between the two of you, embracing you tightly, with you following suit. “Okay…” her voice was shaky, her grip on you was not.

Okay actually it was too tight- “Anby I think you’re gonna break my spine!”

Stepping out of your assigned police car, you nodded to your partner as they exited the vehicle and went to leave the premises. Qingyi having gone back to Zhu Yuan’s side after the one day the two of you were assigned together, message delivered, you wondered how she pulled off getting to be your partner.

You began to make your way to Zhu Yuan’s desk, with her filling out some final papers regarding what happened to the blimp atop of the Ballet Twins Towers. A situation that had been narrowly avoided ending in catastrophe by an inorganic citizen being insusceptible to the knock-out gasses found in the systems of the victims. Her squadron had been the first to the scene, being stopped at the first tower before being forced to evacuate and find another way up by several explosives being detonated at the bridge.

It was a headache for everyone involved, happy that the worse situation happened but not looking forward to the amount of paperwork needed to be filed, especially since the prime suspect of a major case and now this case had gone off-grid with the blimp to who knows where now.

Thankfully it seemed Zhu Yuan didn’t mind it too much, all too happy to do her work, no matter how monotonous it seemed. Turning off the computer for the day and filing papers into cabinets, she had been adding a sprinkle of water into the tomato plant she’d been growing, thoughts swirling as she continued with the monotonous task.

///

It’d been days since she last saw you. Invitations declined, only glimpses of you before you seemingly disappeared into the crowd or entered somewhere she couldn’t follow. Her days had been growing duller, work becoming a distraction to her problems.

Her mom had commented on this, citing worries about how she’d been seemingly throwing herself deeper into work and training, questioning the near-null appearances of you in recent times. She hated to lie to them, yet didn’t want to confront the facts.

She’d been too late to tell you how she felt. She would never get the opportunity again...

One day Qingyi told Zhu Yuan that she'd have to stay a little later, orders given to her to give to Zhu Yuan a little extra work. While to most, this’d be an annoyance, Zhu Yuan readily accepted the new work, not wanting to go back to her lonely apartment.

///

You knocked on the doorframe- breaking her out of her thoughts, face lighting up as she laid eyes on you.

“Uh, hey Zhu Yuan…” She set the water-can down and stood up hastily. “Hey! Uhm…” The two of you stood awkwardly as you tried to form the words you wanted to say.

“I’m sorry.” Zhu Yuan looked at you, worry on her face, urging you to continue. While she had been hurt from how you were seemingly avoiding her, she still looked at you as a close friend.

“It’s… stupid of me. But I wanted to tell you that…”

You confessed, deciding to put all your trust in Qingyi and just do it. Ripping the proverbial band-aid off, the words tumbled out.

She stood there, wide-eyed as you finished. There was a brief silence before tears began to bunch at the edge of her eyes. Your heart stopped, worried that you’d done something wrong before she closed the gap and embraced you, repeating “Yes!” and “I like you too!”, nearly squealing in delight.

You were dazed from how hard she was shaking you, before finally getting a hold. “So.. you’re not into Qingyi?”

“Huh? No, where’d you get that idea?”

“Ahh…” it was a little embarrassing to admit this in hindsight, “I thought since… you looked at her like that, that you…”

She giggled a little, before stopping quickly, “Sorry- I- I looked like that because I was thinking of you. Just, I looked away anytime you looked at me since I didn’t know if you returned my feelings…”

“Ah…”

Finally love bloomed, no longer covered by the walls of uncertainty.

[whimsiwitchy]

I hear the secrets that you keep (series)

chapter one: a new beginning

Pedro Pascal x F!reader 

series masterlist

series summary: 24 year old y/n is an insecure and struggling actress in Los Angeles until she finally books a leading role in a big Hollywood movie next to her leading male, Pedro Pascal. A spark of friendship flickers between the two and it slowly begins to blossom into something more. As y/n is navigating a new found fame and a new found romance, she fears that a lie she has been sitting on might ruin everything.

Warnings: plus size reader (no specific description of reader, slight descriptions of weight: stomach fat, stretch marks, etc.), hefty age gap (24 years/14 years), female anatomy description, she/her pronouns, use of gendered terms (girl, girly, etc.), y/n used, descriptions of nudity, swearing,  use of the word fat, warnings may change as the story progresses. 

authors note: Hi everyone. This is my first time writing anything, so this might end up being pretty bad lmao. I kinda have an idea of where I want to take this and want to continue this even if no one reads it. Please let me know what you think! Thank you and enjoy. <3

chapter summary: Angie books y/n an audition opportunity and she is terrified. Y/n reflects on her insecurities and heads to the audition room. 

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It was 9am and you’ve been staring at an email Angie had sent earlier in the morning. The subject read “AUDITION INFO BIATCH”. This would usually be deemed pretty unprofessional for an agent to send a client but Angie wasn’t just  your agent, she was also your long time best friend. You both had big dreams of making it big in Los Angeles and made the move six years ago. While you continued to search for acting jobs, Angie decided to become an agent after years of no luck. You wished you could give up, maybe gain some happiness back instead of having constant disappointment running around your head like it was trying to win a goddamn gold medal at the olympics. 

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Good morning sunshine, 

You have an audition scheduled for 3PM tomorrow! I attached all the details down below. If you need anything, give me a call babe! 

Sincerely, 

Angie Hawthorn (aka the best agent ever hehe) 

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You read over the email and clicked on the files attached. One file was the original casting call information describing what they are looking for and a description of the project. The other was an audition offer explaining what you needed to prepare and where the audition would be held. You clicked on the casting call file and began to read it. 

“Fleeting Productions presents Risky Disco directed by Samual James.”

You stared blankly at the first sentence. “That is such a stupid fucking move title..” you huffed under your breath. You shook your head and continued reading. 

“Starring Pedro Pascal as Daniel Mendez. Daniel travels back in time to the 70s to live his dream of being a disco king. On his journey, he takes lovers every chance he gets and swears to himself that he won’t fall in love.” 

You picked your phone and called Angie. When she answers the phone she greets you with excitement.

“Y/n! Oh my god are you excited?!? This can be your big break. Your first audition for a big production company!!” You stared blankly at the wall while she spoke. “You’re fucking with me right? Like you have to actually be fucking with me..” You said with exasperation. She was silent for a moment. “What do you mean? This is great y/n. I’m not sure-” You cut her off before she could continue. “Angie, I need you to be so fucking for real right now. Did you read that shit show of a description?” She didn’t answer for a moment. “What’s so bad about it?” “Ang…you’re telling me, you saw this casting call, and thought of me? You have known me for how long? What about me is screaming 70s lover girl to a disco maniac? First of all, I'm fat. You know F A T. Fat girls don’t exist in the 70s it’s like-” The line goes dead. “Hello? Ang I’m trying to rant to you over here, don’t you care?” You looked down and noticed she hung up on you. “That stupid bitch.” You say in aggravation. As you go to call her again, a text pops up.

“Call me when you’re done being a self shaming loser <3”

You sighed and sat your phone down. You know that what you say isn’t always nice and you also know that Angie can’t stand when you talk down on yourself. It’s become a bad habit you can’t seem to break. You grab your water bottle from your night stand, take a sip, and continue to read over the audition information. 

“Our casting directors are looking for 12 women from the ages 35-40. All weights accepted. All skin tones accepted. One role will be filled as the leading lady alongside the leading male. The 11 other roles will be filled as lovers of the leading male. Each role may include sexual acts with a male actor as well as partial or full nudity. All actors will work closely with an intimacy coach before all scenes.” 

Okay, you definitely owe Angie an apology since they're throwing a weight limit out the window on this film. This film has the potential to be very… wait what the fuck does that say? You pick up your phone to call Angie again. 

“Are you done being a loser?” 

“Angie, honey, darling, my love…Why does it say that the age requirements are 35-40? I’m trying to be very calm about this right now but I really need to know what you were thinking in that little pea brain of yours? Hm.. a 24 year old auditioning for a role that is for a middle aged woman, what was the thought process behind that one love?” 

“Y/n I need you to keep that calm demeanor when I tell you this. Can you do that?” You think about your answer and sigh. “Yes I can do that. Spill the beans.” “Okay so, I might have sort of lied and said that you were 35…” You stood silent on the other end for a few seconds. “YOU DID WHAT???” “Y/n calm down it-” “HOW IN THE WORLD IS MY FRESH 24 YEAR OLD BABY FACE GOING TO PRETEND TO BE 35?? HUH ANGIE??” “Well you don’t have that much of a baby face, you can pull off 35.” “I’m gonna hang up now before I actually kick you in the head.” You hung up the phone and screamed into your pillow. 

It can’t be that hard to pretend to be 35 right? You sat up and set your head in your hands and took some deep breaths. 

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After your mini freak out yesterday you went to work and got home at 8pm. You showered, ate, did some rehearsing, and hit the hay. You woke up at 7am the next morning and began getting ready for your audition. You searched pinterest to look for an appropriate outfit for a 35 year old. As you descaled your closet, you began to feel hopeless. After settling for an outfit, you headed to the kitchen to eat some breakfast and do some warmups. As it got closer to audition time, you started to feel the nervous butterflies entering your tummy. You took your phone off the charger to send Angie a quick text. 

“I’m sorry for freaking out on you yesterday, please forgive me my love. ♥ ️ Also OOTD, do I look 35? Oh and why the fuck are they casting that age for a disco movie… Love you!” You went to sit your phone down but immediately got a response from Angie. 

“It’s okay, you don’t look a day under 40 babe <3. And girl idk. I think it’s because Pedro is pushing 50.” 

“Okay fuck you. Who’s Pedro?” 

“Ummmm… the leading male. Like the whole ass dude you're probably going to be getting down and dirty with if you get this part. Did you not look him up?” 

“There ain’t no fucking way you lied about my age so I can bump and grind with a 50 year old man… I’m actually going to kill you.”

“Girl he’s hot as fuck, I’m doing you a favor. Who gives a shit if he's old, he can get it ANY day ;)” 

“You’re fucking gross dude. I gotta head out soon to try to beat a little bit of the traffic. Wish me luck. Love you!!”

“Love you girly, break a leg!”

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You turned into the studio lot and parked when you found the building the auditions were being held in. You’ve been to the studios more times than you can count, but this time felt different. This time felt real. You entered the building and walked up to a woman at a desk. “Hi, I’m here for an audition.” You smiled and she handed you a form to fill out. Once you were finished you handed it back to her and she instructed you to wait until your name was called. You looked around as you sat and waited. There were only 4 other women waiting in the room. As you looked at them, all of your insecurities started to pour out. This was not the time to be doubting yourself. You settled on looking down at your shoes instead. Each woman was called back one by one until you were the only one left. 

“Y/n Y/l/n?” You got up and greeted the man that called your name. As you followed him to the back your heart began to pound. Once you got to the door, you shook out your nerves and plastered the most sincere smile you could muster. 

You opened the door and walked up to a table in the back of the room. You shook everyone's hands and handed them your material. You stood in the center of the room and began your slate. After the prepared material was performed, they asked you various questions. You were answering with all honesty. Even flying by their questioning of your age. “Your paper states that you're 35. You look really young for that age.” You gulped “Just good genes I guess.” You gave them a laugh and a smile to which they returned. “We’re going to have to do a quick reading with some sides from the movie if that’s okay with you?” “Of course, that would be great!”.

You got into character as they handed you the slides. “You’ll actually be reading with the leading man himself. Pedro, whenever you’re ready go ahead and start.” You looked over to where the man looked when he spoke. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at who they spoke to, Pedro you assumed. He smirked as you stared. How didn’t you notice him before? With a face that handsome, you’re thankful you somehow skipped over it. He for sure would have had you shaking with even more nerves. 

“You ready to start sweetheart?” You could have melted into a puddle right then and there. After a few seconds of silence you collected yourself. “Yea, I’m ready.” He gave you a smile and looked into your eyes. The two of you flowed through the lines with ease. It was like butter melting perfectly on a warm piece of toast. The type of toast that is so perfect, you don’t need to add jelly at all. It’s golden and beautiful. The chemistry between you two was golden. 

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4 hours later…

The reading with Pedro was intense. There are no other words to describe it. Everything felt so natural and it was electric. The whole room got 10 degrees warmer by the end. Once the reading was over, everyone thanked you for your time and you were dismissed. You thanked them and gave a quick bye. You tried to sneak one last glance at Pedro but he was already looking at you. These memories that happened just a few hours prior keep swimming in your head. No matter how hard you tried to think about something else, you couldn’t stop thinking about the handsome man and how he looked at you.

You’re yanked out of your thoughts when your phone starts ringing. It was Angie. 

“Hey Ang, what’s up?” 

“Bitch….you must have left one hell of an impression.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Y/n you got the lead!” 

“Oh shit..” 

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Thank you for reading <3

chapter two

[xxsycamore]

JOYRIDE

╰┈➤ 💕MC has always dreamed about Arthur taking her for a drive, almost as much as Arthur himself has. But once the opportunity arises, they both seem to be having other ideas...

Arthur Conan Doyle x MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Car Sex; Modern Era; Public Sex; pretty sure they're breaking at least a few moral AND actual laws in this; Kissing; Not Wearing Underwear; Teasing; Clothed Sex; Riding; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Come Swallowing • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Also titled "Arthur driving (me insane)". I love his card, I'm sorry.

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: In the car while traveling + Forgo underwear on the date

"Soo… what do we think?"

MC crosses her legs, angling herself just a little more in Arthur's direction so she won't miss all the intriguing little changes happening on his face. He's just finished spending a handful of seconds being stunned speechless, admiring the car's outer appearance before joining her inside. He places his hands on the steering wheel to get a better feeling of it, marine blue eyes sparkling with the wonder of a child receiving a shiny new toy on Christmas morning. They don't lose their spark one bit when landing on MC, head shaking in disbelief.

"Luv, you're absolutely bonkers. What did you do?"

She chuckles, smoothing out the front of her skirt that has ridden up just a bit from the motion of crossing her legs. It's actually a good sign that Arthur has just missed that, he must truly be captivated by her little surprise.

"I rented it! I know how much you love to drive and… I always thought it was such a shame that we're living in such an early age of car manufacturing. But now that we can freely travel through the door, I can finally help you go for a drive just like you remember it! Well, not exactly how you remember it, but…"

The MGA convertible they're currently seated in is a 1957 model, meaning it came out a couple of decades after his death, but practically is the closest thing available to his beloved dark green 16-horse-power Dietrich-Lorraine. MC even found one in the same color. Arthur's cheeks must be hurting by now but the grin is yet to fall from his face. He's busy checking out everything on the dashboard, testing buttons and adjusting the rearview mirror.

"A modern masterpiece! By Jove, how unbelievable it is that I'm going to drive this thing! MC, dear, I— Come here."

Rejuvenated by the taste of "modernity", Arthur grabs the back of MC's head to pull her in for a kiss charged with utter joy, excitement, and lots of thankfulness, of course. She's happy to catch the master of the pen being out of words, burning this sight into her memory. Actually, that's exactly what she bought a camera for. Click! Arthur, now back to his business, doesn't even register the sealing of the memory, probably due to the absence of the flash. It only makes the capture more natural-looking, and MC is satisfied with that.

"MC, thank you so much. I'm such a lucky man. And you terribly outdid yourself, you little rascal!"

Putting away the camera somewhere just close enough for some more on-the-spot memories to be sealed, MC leans in and puts a peck on Arthur's cheek, feeling her own sides beginning to heat up.

"Don't thank me just yet, wait until we get that baby on the road! I did promise you a surprise for your birthday that would come a little later in the summer, on our next trip to the 21st century… I'm cheating a little by indulging in your joy here, you know? Because of how I've always dreamed of you taking me for a drive like this, hehe…"

It would be interesting to show Arthur what a truly modern automobile looks like, but she figured that would be too much of a headache for him just yet. Besides, she prefers it if he can actually drive the thing without it ending in a crash.

It's illegal either way, and they're both aware of that, with Arthur not possessing any documents, but it's a risk they're willing to take. And Comte totally didn't tell them not to worry about that, in a very cryptic fashion. But just to make sure, they opt for a rural highway once they pull off, and make it a point to stay extra alert.

"You know what else I'm thinking about?"

Feeling the wind in her hair, MC's soft hum of interest comes a bit tardy as she's too occupied by their cruising. This only results in her slightly jumping in her seat the moment a delicate warm hand snakes its way to her exposed knee.

"Fooling around in a car with you."

She takes her eyes off the road to instead regard the audacity of that devious hand, her widened eyes then trailing to the culprit behind the steering wheel. And his shit-eating grin.

"Arthur…"

Heartbeat speeding up as his fingerpads dip under her skirt and dig into the inside of her thigh, MC can't help pressing her legs together to trap his hand in between. It's the far opposite of what she'd liked her reaction to be, with such a reckless distraction… Oh, but Arthur's own eyes are on the road, and he prides himself in being able to please a woman even with his eyes closed, and the bubbles of adrenaline pop and fuzz low in her belly and morph into something more tangible and liquid…

"Would you look at that, luv? A dirt road I could easily go onto and find a good place to pull off. Or we can drive by it and keep chit-chatting, it's entirely your call. But do make up your mind quickly!"

Alarms go off in MC's mind as she struggles to come out of the daze, and it's hard when Arthur's implication only puts her deeper in there. Just how did their scenic drive come to this?

"Pull off."

Arthur drums the wheel with his other hand, visibly pleased with her decision. In another minute the car's engine goes quiet and the world inside MC's head only gets louder, as she's being pulled into Arthur's lap.

Albeit cramped, the luxurious interior of the car makes it possible for such acrobatics, much to MC's surprise, as the leather front seat is wide and not disjointed like in modern cars. Her knees sink down on each side of Arthur as he begins feeling her up - grabbing handfuls of her ass and making her skirt hike up, then following the dips of her sides up to her breasts and bringing them in closer to his face. He's at the perfect height to bury his face in her bosom, yet the vampire in him always gets more distracted by her delectable nape. He licks a wet stripe across it, feeling the call of her blood pulse alluringly under the wet muscle. But they wouldn't want to make too much mess now, would they?

"Still up for a ride, dove?"

Arthur rocks MC's body down on his groin and puts a barely needed emphasis on what his offer entails. The soft whine that leaves her lips is like music to Arthur's ears, and he already wants to make her sing for him more. That's why he loses little time leaving those tantalizing caresses where the skin isn't burning to the touch with need, and his hand ends up fully under her skirt, cupping her hot arousal.

And to his surprise, there's no barrier separating his touch from her core.

"My, someone planned this? I can't believe you tricked me into thinking all you wanted was an innocent little drive!"

She knew this moment would come, yet now all her comebacks are forgotten with only a guilty little laugh leaving her curled-up lips. While seducing him so boldly was on the list for their date, she was thinking more of some nice and secluded spot for this to happen, preferably away from the vehicle…

MC grinds down on his palm, even if the morsel of pleasure quickly leaves her starving for more. She could get off of his lap, demand they put the roof on, push him down on the seat, do anything that will ease this feeling of committing the forbidden, laced with plenty of embarrassment on top. But alas, thrill prevails.

"Nnh… Take me now Arthur, don't waste any time…!"

Ignoring the inevitable teasing little "oh?" coming from her boyfriend, MC reaches underneath her to undo Arthur's belt. She likes his outfit for their date, grey trousers and a brown leaf-print shirt, a pair of sunglasses tucked casually in the crux of his undone upper three buttons. MC briefly considers moving them out of harm's way, to his handsome face for instance, but then his beautiful eyes would be obscured, and that'd be such a shame…

Arthur's own hands intrude to get the job done even faster, and once his cock springs out aching and throbbing, he guides her soft fingers to wrap around it.

He's quick to claim her lips as soon as her face is in close proximity, angled down to look at the growing hardness she's stoking, and the sweetness of her mouth only enhances the sensation but he can't not kiss her breathless. MC moans in his mouth, the clenching of her core becoming more agonizing with the promise of what's to come making itself known hot and heavy in her tight fist.

"Do you want to put it in yourself, little bird?"

Oh, she sees now. Arthur is making her embrace the act completely, to finish what she's started until he can come out clean in the end… It's more than a little unfair at this point. But perhaps this is not such a bad thing.

Letting go of Arthur's hot mouth with a last little suckle of his tongue, MC pins down his gaze as she secures a hand on his shoulder, ascending from her seat ever so slightly.

After an adjustment of her position, the tip of his cock comes to rest snuggly against her swollen lips and MC sways her hips softly. She uses her hand to guide it in, or at least pretends to, because as soon as the head begins to breach the leaking hole of her opening, MC pulls it out again.

"Mm…Naughty girl… don't tease now. Be nice."

Instead of falling for his husky whispering and quickly complying, MC keeps her act on. The next time she catches Arthur's gaze, his eyes are half-lidded and the cheekiness is wiped off his face.

His quiet hiss of anticipation motivates MC and she gets a little bit ahead of herself - because that's just what Arthur has waited for, and he uses the opportunity of the new shallow penetration to grab her by the waist and press down. Slowly but insistingly.

"Ahhh—Arthur-"

They both watch his cock disappear inside her, with MC throwing her head back once he bottoms out. Arthur groans at the tightness enveloping him, kissing her exposed neck.

"See? It was easy. Don't deny your desires, luv." His little noisy pecks should be calming her senses down but the fire inside her has only spread further. She figures it's about time for her to take the reins, and using Arthur's shoulders for leverage, she begins bouncing in his lap, settling an ambitious pace right away.

Arthur rests his arm on the door, admiring her as the expression on her face grows lewder by the second, struggling to keep up with the explosive waves of pleasure hitting her one after another yet still stubbornly fucking herself on his cock.

"Haah- So fast… You're going to make me come, luv."

The sudden squeezing he feels around his cock makes a brand new grin bloom on Arthur's face, and he's quick to move his other hand downwards and see if she can keep going when he doubles the pleasure. MC all but screams at the feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit in rhythm with her own thrusts, unable to do anything but to embrace the orgasm that rips through her like lightning.

Arthurs coos at her blissed-out face, even if he's barely holding himself back from joining her in the climax. Only when she falls completely out of rhythm does he take it upon himself to seize control, but just as he opens his mouth to warn of his upcoming orgasm MC unexpectedly gets completely off of him.

Arthur's deep-sea blue eyes follow her movements until her head suddenly descends and hovers over his twitching cock, her mouth opening to take him in. He can do little but remain where he is as she coaxes a powerful orgasm out of him with ease, her plush lips closing around his tip and enthusiastically sucking the seeping currents as they come one by one.

The moan that carries her name is etching itself into her very heart, with just a little spark of arousal to it that she can ignore for the time being. Arthur places his hand gently under her chin, but he can't help himself prodding at her bottom lip with his thumb just for a glimpse of the fluids coating her tongue.

She sticks it out for him but as a mockery more than anything, to accompany the cheekiness of laying her head across his lap - everything already swallowed and gone. Arthur props up his head on his arm with his elbow still resting on the door of the car, and the summer day's heat has made a sweaty mess of the hairlocks falling on his forehead. MC gets a good look at his handsome face from her new point of view, nuzzling into his hand that is still caressing her face. For some reason, they're both feeling giddy.

"So then luv, if we're done being a pair of horny teenagers, should we continue with our little joyride?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, we haven't paused for a bit!"

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[dennydraws]

Good Morning! It's almost weekend :D

Hello everyone! Weekend is almost here, huzzah! I hope the summer heat is starting to lessen for all you autumn lovers out there! As a summer child, my powers were at peak last month and now I begin to unwind as the colder months will start creeping in, but it'ts fine for I adore autumn most! :>

Comic Project, Comic Project!! First, thank you so, sooo much for giving my new comic project a follow and a look!! I have the next couple of chapters done and I aim to post new one every 2 weeks to keep a healthy pace for my won energy's sake. :D;; I'll be busy with a friend's visit next week so chapter 2 will probably get posted on Friday where I normally would have posted it on next Monday! Please look forward to it! (always fun to type that) I'm practicing to get more comfy with drawing in procreate so it is a learning curve for sure! :>

Sun Haven!!! Ahhh, I've been playing this game a lot this week, though I'm barely in summer first year now ! This game is so much fun! I love that I can be dragon, fae, demon, angel, elemental, cat or whatever I want and live my fantasy farm dream XD I'm super indulging myself with forbidden angel/vampire romance scenarios now and gushing over so many art ideas in my head. Expect a downpour of arts by the end of the month probably :'D;;;

Watercolors!!!! I'm just going to add 4 exclamation marks to follow the other two, ahem anyway, yes watercolors! I've been practicing environment while not trying to get too hung up on the task, just having fun and drawing Marwind in random wonderous locations! I picked an old sketchbook which has very .....difficult paper but also that makes it easier for practicing and just letting go of expectations. I'm not in a hurry to finish it or anything but excited to show it eventually. It... is going to take a while given how I draw on both sides of the pages XD;;

Anyway, that's all I had to say for today ... before someone at work scolds me for blogging during work hours hehe

Thank you for reading my rambles, dear reader! I hope you have great rest of the week and a wonderful weekend!

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Ramona: Talking to the moon

Okay okay okay... OKAY... I NEED TO SHARE THIS IDEA I HAD OR ELSE I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL AND WILL BECOME A GHOST WHO HAUNTS ANYONE WHO SHIPS RAMONA

I've been listening to the song 'Talking to the moon' by Bruno Mars quite a lot lately. I especially listened to it while drawing Ramona drawings because I ran into the song in a Ramona playlist on spotify and saw it fitting for it. But then, like the person with a giant imagination and person that talks to herself 24/7, I ended up coming up with a whole scenario for a possible music video, that I hope to do at some point when my brain finally tells me 'alright, you can animate now you dumbass'. LET'S START.

We begin to a scene of Raph in his bedroom on his bed. We see he is drawing someone, it's Mona Lisa. He takes a deep breath and sighs as he closes his sketchbook. He recalls how several of his friends made fun of the idea that Raph actually got with a salamander alien from another galaxy.

Slash: "Hehe. You sure Raph you didn't accidentally get high while in space?" Catty: "BAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING EVER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" Lotus: "Let us meet her in person and if we don't meet her we know your taking drugs." Emina: "Awww. Is she your imaginary girlfriend? If so that is adorable! I hope you'll one day find the girl you dream of her to be."

These were some of the many comments Raph has gotten. He got up from his bed and went out of his room. He decided to leave the sewers for a while.

It was late at night and the sky was almost pitch black filled and covered with bright sparkly stars. We see Raph jump from roof to roof. He was still thinking about Mona. He stopped as he looked at the moon. It was a full moon. Gorgeous and beautfiul. It shined across the city, creating a sort of blue-ish dark purple like moonlight (how the f do you describe these things-??). Raph sat down on the edge of the roof. His green eyes tilted up towards the moon. Sitting by himself, all alone. It was just him and the moon.

His hand slowly reached out to it as he thought he saw glimpses of Mona in the moon. He looked down and pulled his arm back. He closed his eyes as he felt the moonlight hit his green like skin that also had diamond like shapes all around his body (Raph is a diamondback-terrapin in my AU along with Leo and Jennika). Raph thought of Mona and all the things they have went thru. He opened his eyes once more and looked back up at the moon. Wondering of Mona Lisa was still thinking about him and hasn't forgotten about him.

We cut to a new scene. Also if you wanna make it more fun with the song make it cut to a female cover of sorts. This time it shows the planet Salamandria, Mona Lisa's home planet. We find out that Mona became the talk of the town after the Salamandrians reclaimed their planet back from Dregg. Everyone found out about the turtles and their gang and how they were friends with Sal Commander/G'throkka and Mona Lisa/Y'gtthba and also how Mona fell in love with Raph and became his lover.

The female salamanders would gossip about her and question if she is okay in the head. They also thought it was embarrassing of Mona that she would choose a creature of lower rank and from a disgraceful planet. The males kept telling her that all he is trying to do is seduce her and to be with a real man. And that all he will try to do to her is try and impregnate her and make her bare his children that he will then not care about (babygirls acting like they won't also do the same to my queen and they act as if they don't want my girl to carry and deal with billion trillion gazzilion kids). Sal would defend his friends and especially Raph and that Mona made the right choice falling in love with him.

Mona hated how Raph was seen by her people. She was able to see how judgemental they were towards people all because they were a lower rank compared to them. Also she found it hypocritical that people said she made the wrong choice picking a low rank creature when many of the people that said it are lower ranked salamanders and she doesn't even know them. The things they said kept being repeated on and on in her head. She didn't like it in the slightest.

She walked thru Salamandrian and saw a few hills. She decided to climb a bit. She actually enjoyed doing that. Even as a kid she loved it. Mona kept on climbing until she saw the full moon shining in the dark sky. The stars shining bright as always. She sat down and crossed her legs together. She did a similar thing like Raph did in his segment. Reaching her arm towards the moon, having small glimpses of Raph, but then she looked down. She hugged herself and sighed. Mona wondered if Raph was still thinking about her and hasn't fallen out of love with her. As she closed her eyes she thought of Raph again and hoped he was truly the love of her life. She was really hoping she wasn't just being some stupid fool.

Now the male and female cover mash together and we see both Mona and Raph side by side. Both finally speaking and calling out if either one of them can hear each other calling them. Only to once more look down. The moon was still there shining brightly.

Finally we show both Raph and Mona side by side. Doing what they were doing in the earlier scenes. Both staring at the moon, reaching their arms towards it as they see glimpses of each other. But then they look down and close their eyes. Slowly, both got up and began to walk away with sad like expressions. They missed each other a whole ton and they were wondering if they will ever see each other or will they forever be far away from each other? Neither don't know...

Finally, the music ends and it's over....

Damn I wrote this really fast which surprises me lmao- Anyway- To my brain: PLEASE LET ME GET MOTIVATION TO ANIMATE THIS PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED MONEY TO FEED MY 10 MILLION KIDS AND HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO CURRENTLY LIVE IN THE SEWERS AND HAVE TO EAT RATS IN ORDER TO SURVIVE PLEASE HELP-

[ambrosialdesire]

u have said that before but that doesn’t stop my dreams.

also my dumbass thought u finished the reiner fic and i was confused at the end and birth control a real one 🙂‍↕️☝️

-🌷

HELP then i dreadfully wish you luck on your attempts tulip anon 💀😭

I WISH I FINISHED IT TO BEGIN WITH TBH LOL but i think the fact that it was so long + not me being able to write the smut caused its major delay in the first place, also because i'm so tedious with adding details and editing haha

YES i purposefully made bert a progressive alpha, supporting reader's dreams of being more than her subgender and being a cool bro overall. originally, i was gonna make it be that he was pretending cause reiner always gets the omegas, reiner always gets the fame and the adoration, and bertolt is always left with scraps like the rest of the team even though he's the only one that can match up to reiner's feats and playstyle. so seeing this omega, the very one that reiner is so head-over-heels over and has a strong head on her shoulders, why doesn't he try to claim her before he does? it'll show reiner that he can't get everything he wants, plus he gets to keep a cutie as his permanent partner. he still likes annie, but he already knew it wasn't going to work out between each other due to them being both alphas (and she's already taken), so BAM he already has a back-up plan, poor ol omega reader.

idk why i didn't go through with it tbh, but i felt like the reader was already going through it mentally due to the self-deprecating trait i gave her lmfao what more ANOTHER fake friend who's actually trying to fuck her too (which was actually supposed to happen when i had them share the bed after annie rejected him hehe cause if any of you remember, i said something vaguely about making a big choice during the making of bloodsports pt 1 idk if i already deleted the post but this was the choice: either they sleep together and reiner smells her on bertolt or they just snuggle hehe)

[didyoulookforme]

(not quite) sfw alphabet: cute & soft matty healy x fem reader

oh, hello hi! seems like many of you enjoyed the nsfw alphabet so i thought i would try and do the (mostly) sfw version to give lovely soft matty some sort of backstory.

again, in my dream world this bf matty is a shy romantic horny opinionated man who is mostly a sub.

nothing super unique, just mostly here for the soft matty vibes because we all deserve one of those. that and i've been in my fluffy feels these past few days.

warning: 18+, some smutty mentions. grammatical errors, typos. this doesn't really follow a timeline, so let's suspend reality here.

au masterlist here

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a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

towards his friends: he will give them a hug here and there, but he usually reserves those for very special occasions (eg. birthdays or record launches) or if someone is clearly upset.

towards you: he will shower you with affection whenever he can without being too overbearing in public (unless he's had too much to drink hehe. he will cling to you like a leech then.) hugs, kisses on top of your head, holding hands. he likes cute signs of affection while you're out and about. now, if you're alone, he will hold you for as long as he can. think cuddles on the couch, limbs all intertwined, your bodies melting into each other, him almost begging for you to please play with his hair because he loves the feeling of your nails against his scalp. he will listen to you ramble on about whatever happened at work, pretending like he's following along but half of the time he can't keep up because you talk 10 miles per second. he knows that your favourite flowers are tulips, so every spring he will make sure the vase on your bedside table is full of them, and if he's on tour, he'll arrange for you get a special delivery of the yellowish orange ones you love so you don't dare forget about him. not that you ever would <3

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

lucky for you (and not in a sarcastic way), matty's been your best friend since year 9 when you became his tutor because him and numbers do not mix. you would stay with him after classes to try your best to help, but half of the time the two of you would end up getting distracted talking about random topics such as your favourite bands and gossip from school, or sneaking out to smoke (he’s the one who showed you how to do so). you found him intriguing since the beginning—you weren’t sure how someone so shy and soft spoken could be in a band and have a bunch of teenage girls lusting after him... you may have also had a crush on him in years prior... he was quiet, sure, but very witty and funny once he got on chatting. he took an interest in you too, noticing how you’d try your best to keep the conversation going as he wasn’t an eloquent one with words. he appreciated that, your patience to actually keep him engaged and your eagerness to connect with him. even though the girls were after him and his bandmates at all times, he never really paid attention to them, thus the boys were in shock when he brought you over to practice one night. like, matthew bringing a girl to their sacred space, wtf? but handsome george did notice how matty played effortlessly and better when you were around so george would try and get you to come to practice every once in a while so they could get the best version of matthew possible.

as best friends, you were there for each other through it all (even through your arguments) because you just clicked so well. you knew everything about each other. every. single. little. thing. but as the band started to get bigger, it was difficult to find the time to hang out as he would be rather busy. you were always supportive, but you'd be lying if you didn't miss having your friend around and being able to see him whenever you pleased. it wasn't the same just seeing photos of him pop up on the internet or get texts from him whenever he could find the time. however, when we would come back, you picked up as if nothing had ever changed. and it is always hard to believe that after 15-16 years of friendship, you'd finally get over yourselves and actually try to see if you could work out romantically. which you do :)

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

"can i have a cuddle?" is probably one of the things he says the most to you. he loves loves loves to snuggle, but just with you though. he enjoys the company and the warmth of having you close to him when possible. it makes him feel safe. his favourite is when he gets to cuddle you after you wake up, just heavy limbs around each other while lazily kissing your lips. there's been times when he's been sad about something and you're not there, so george will tease him (do you need a cuddle, sweetheart?), but the good friend that he is, he will actually spend some time with him, an arm around matty's shoulders trying to cheer him up. it does the trick most of the time.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

my boy here calls in the movers (eg. george and ross) the second you accept to move in with him. matty is over the moon that he will get to wake up pressed against your naked body every morning, that he will get to see you wear his clothes when you make your daily cup of tea, that he will come home to you and mayhem cuddled on his sofa after a long day at the studio. he's been dreaming of this moment for quite a while and when it does happen, he's thankful to everything that is holy that you like him enough to deal with him on a daily basis.

which, you do have to deal with his messes because he is not the neatest person. he's not that bad but you have to pick up after him when he gets distracted because he's already probably making a slight mess elsewhere. think shirts over chairs, empty mugs on surfaces, socks by the sofa, towels on the bathroom floor, a stack of open books on the desk, etc etc. again, not bad really, just a quirk of his. however, you don't mind it at all as he's a mean cook in the kitchen. matty will treat you to a three course french gourmet dinner any evening (plus some sex as an extra dessert).

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

oh god... he thinks the world of you and wants you to be the happiest ever so if at some point he feels like you'd be better off without him, he'd heartbreakingly let you go, letting you know that he will always be there for you. if it were to happen, there would be endless tears and so much pain due to the loss of your relationship. but you would eventually be friends again, maybe not as close as before, but you've shared so much together to not be a part of each other's lives in some way, shape or form. ugh. too much for my heart to handle. don't make me even though i secretly love angst.

f = fiance (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

on the same vein as above, commitment often scares him but not because he's afraid of spending the rest of his life with you, but mostly because he's weary of not being enough or giving you what you deserve. he's also not really sure if he's the marriage type of guy, thinking that it's mostly a label and what would actually change if you did get married (other than having fancy rings?). but that was until that one time when you got a piece of mail and, for some reason instead of it having your surname, it had his attached to your name. this made him feel some sort of way as his heart started to race and his hands got all clammy, the name being repeated inside his head over and over again. huh. it didn't sound half bad, did it? that stayed with him for weeks on end, until one night, when you were all at a bar with friends and someone asked the both of you that annoying "do you think you'll get married?" question. you were about to answer, but were surprised when matty beat you to it, "i think i could see myself settling down." he looked at you with apprehensive eyes, knowing that he had never voiced any interest in marriage out loud and was nervous of what you'd say. but you responded with a blush on your face and a soft "yeah, maybe" while you grabbed his hand under the table and gave it a tight squeeze which he returned. <3

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he's the most gentle boy you could ever imagine, you couldn't have dreamt him up even in your wildest dreams. i guess that's partly due to his shy, soft demeanour. he's always been that way as far as you can remember. well, to you at least. he can be snarky with his other close friends if deeply provoked, but it still takes a lot to get him to that point. but yes with you, he'll do everything in his power to make you feel at ease. if you're anxious or sad, he will listen to you and hold near you while you cry (and let you take out his frustrations out on him). if you're in pain, he will comfort you, wishing he could take the hurt away (and this is where period sex comes in because he knows it will make you feel better...)

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he loves them. cannot get enough of them. each time he sees you he has to wrap his arms around you and bring you as close to him as humanly possible to breathe in your scent. BUT that's only after you started dating. prior to that, yes, he would hug you but tbh it was very hard on him as he was (very obviously) pining for you. before you were official, it would take all of his strength to not keep holding on to you but he knew that if he did it for too long, then his heart wouldn't be able to take it. this boy NEEDED YOU for him to be complete. poor matty. however, now that the both of you are an item, he hurries to wrap his arms around your waist each time he greets you, drawing soft, gentle circles on your back as he kisses the top of your head. he's a precious one.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

the thing is that, even before you confessed you liked each other, matty already knew he loved you so it was very difficult for him to not say it right away. you might be surprised because, well, it's shy subby matty we're talking about here, but he was actually the one who said it first a few months after you were dating. not entirely sure of the situation (as this could be a blurb on it's own because who doesn't love a fluffy 'i love you' story) but when he did say those three words, it took you a minute to realize you weren't dreaming that even sweetheart matty got very nervous and begged you to "please, say something" as he grabbed and kissed your hand. it wasn't until you finally came back to reality and the ringing in your ears stopped, that you said it back to him. and there was a lot of kissing and passionate sex after lol.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

sweet matty tries to pretend like he NEVER get jealous, but it's so darn obvious when it happens that it's actually endearing (most of the time, at least). he won't really get mad at you per se as you are not really the flirty type, but what triggers him is when other guys try to touch you in a suggestive type of way (eg. when a hand lingers on your arm for too long or someone wraps their arm around your lower back). you can tell he is jealous because his nervous tendencies become apparent, like the rapid tapping of his foot or running his hands through his hair nonstop. but if he gets really, REALLY jealous, then his small but possessive side will show, going to interrupt whatever inappropriate interaction is taking place. when this happened the first time, you were taken aback as to how suave he was when he put a hand on your ass and pulled you close to him, continuing on to interrogate the other guy who was trying to get in your pants.

an interesting time was when you (drunkenly) admitted that you once made out with ross backstage (pre-dating him). matty about went and drove to his house to give him a piece of his mind but he ended up just sitting on the couch acting all upset that one of his best mates got to kiss you. the next day you got a text from ross "hey. is matty alright? he keeps looking at me like i just kicked a baby kitten..."

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

75% of the time they're sweet and gentle with the other 25% being needy, sloppy (in a good way), and breathtaking (literally). he's one of those that will have his sleeves over his hands as he cups your face and sweetly kisses you, cutely grinning against your lips and whispering endless i love you's. or he'll place his arms on your shoulders and wrap them around your neck, bringing you as close as possible to kiss you as if this is the last time he will ever have you, all while countless moans and whimpers spill onto your lips (<- this will usually happen when he's very very turned on).

this man loves to kiss your hands, too. he loves to kiss them as often as he can. whether it is when he firsts sees you, or when you are in a date, or when you’re holding his face.

and for him, kiss that spot under his ear where the jaw meets his neck and he will melt. every. single. time. if you do it while pulling on his hair? that's it. you will have him at your mercy to do whatever you require (not that he really needs any convincing).

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

seeing him around children is one of the most endearing yet hilarious sights ever. he treats them as if they were already adults. he'll have conversations with then about topics that no child should be discussing (eg. the film he just watched or the state of the world). but his favourite is making them listen to music he likes because he wants to be the cool uncle / friend / individual in this child's life and introduce them to good music early on.

you haven't necessarily discussed having children, but every now and then you'll catch him say "when i have a kid, they will..." or "my kid would be / do..." which makes it fairly obvious that at some point he does want to have a family of his own.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

you usually end up waking up first, but you'll be sure to cuddle with him prior to actually getting up for bed. that or having morning sex because that never hurt anyone, did it? unless you have something to get to, as then you'd for sure be late for it because, as we know, quickies aren't a thing for either of you. ANYWAY. a perfect morning for the two of you is a lazy one, really. not having much obligation nor having to think about what the day holds ahead. there are times when you'll just spend a couple of hours cuddled up watching your fav show—matthew would probably end up passing out again. or sometimes you'll be out n about doing some grocery shopping while matty tries his darnest to pick up after his messes only to end up being distracted by a song idea, his puppy, or browsing ebay for some new art to buy.

if you for some reason do have to get up super early, you better be sure there are 5 or 20 alarms set as the two of you combined can set the record for the most snooze hits in an hour.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

when you finally live at matty's, you get into your ritual of making sure you eat dinner together when he's around. it's filled with him cooking up the new recipe he just found, sharing a bottle of red wine, listening to some of your fav records, a cute cozy endeavour. there's an unspoken understanding that this is the time when you catch up each other on how your days went.

every now and then, you'll take a bath right before bed and he will come in and sit on the chair besides the tub, reading you a few pages of your book outloud. you may have sex, but even if that doesn't happen, you'll always kiss each other softly for a few minutes before calling it a night. he then passes out stat.

when he's away on tour and if there's nowhere to be after a show, you can expect that he'll be in his bunk or at the back of the bus texting or facetiming you depending on the time zone. if it's a very late video call, it's mostly a silent conversation while you look at each other, sometimes quietly sobbing because you miss each other so.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

this is a slow endeavour for the both of you, not because you don’t trust each other (hell, you eventually become bffs), but because you are interested in each other romantically almost from the start and don’t want to ruin your friendship by divulging too much. at the beginning, you’d talk about common interests and what not. as you grew up you'd talk about your relationships trying not to be awkward about it. which btw, when you told matty you had lost your virginity he about passed out because a. you were having sex with someone who wasn't him, b. it sounds like the dude was fucking awful at it (you didn't spare the details mentioning that he didn't make you cum), and c. you were comfortable enough talking about your sex life with him which he secretly enjoyed as he got to take mental notes of what turned you on... just in the off chance he could have an opportunity with you... he mostly listened and nodded and shook his head. on the other hand, whenever he would talk about his dating and sex life with you, you'd question him about every single detail (you have no shame or filter), sometimes making him turn scarlett red because of the questions you ask (eg. what's are your kinks or how do you like to go down on a girl?)

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

for the most part he's one patient human being. he has a pretty chill, calm demeanour in most aspects of his life (eg. the band, his friends, his family, you). he doesn't really believe in getting stressed out too much when things are out of his control, maybe it's all the weed too, though.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

when it comes to you, it's almost like he has a filing cabinet inside his head, filled with anything and everything in regards to you and your friendship / relationship with him. he's head-over-heels smitten that he remembers and notices the most random details about you: your favourite tea condiments (oat milk and honey), your favourite eye shadow colour (cobalt blue), your favourite kind of cat (orange tabby). he also remembers every single one of your exes and has noticed, funnily enough, that most of them tend to have brown curly hair…

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

there have been so many memorable times spent with you, but one instance that often comes to his mind was after one of their first shows. everyone was over at his place. you all went outside behind the house to a beautiful green space leading up to a small creek, everyone sitting down by the edge of the water drinking the many beers and bottles of wine brought along. after a few hours, everyone (including yourself) was properly drunk and it was all bliss. you spent hours upon hours talking to all of them, hearing about their thoughts regarding the show they had just played, sharing their favourite bits from the set. it seemed simple, but knowing that you cared so much about him and the band meant the world to him. he remembers as everyone eventually started heading off to bed, but you didn't, you stayed behind to chat with him even though he could tell you were growing tired. and out of nowhere (probably due to the alcohol in his system) he asked you about a boy you had been seeing on and off. "how come you two aren't together?" "i guess i'm old fashioned and just want someone to myself and he doesn't. so i'm not really what he's after." "there’s nothing wrong with that. but i think he's an idiot for not being with you." you laughed it off casually, but he very clearly noticed as you slowly scooted closer to him until your legs were touching. again, it was a small gesture, but that was the first time when he felt that maybe, just maybe, there was something that could happen between the two of you. and god knows he wanted it because he had been dreaming of being with you so badly. however, it still took years to get there. all good things take time.

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he's shy and soft, but he is oh so protective of you almost to a fault; he wants nothing bad to ever happen to you, physically or emotionally. he will defend you whenever someone says anything remotely bad about you. sometimes it's not even something overly malicious, but he can read into things too much when you're involved. like that one time a girl mocked you for your outfit. you honestly didn't think much of it (you agreed really, even if she was a bitch about it), but dear matty here wouldn't shut it as he was more offended than you. he means the best, though.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

oh god, the dates and anniversaries. he wants everything to be perfect that if something goes wrong, then that's one of the times when he'll actually get stressed out and flustered. he's got the dinner making down to a science (he knows your fav recipes by heart), he knows what you like for physical gifts (he has a list on notes app of things you mention in passing), but when it comes to scheduling events or making reservations... that doesn't come so easily to him lol. he has a horrid habit of leaving it until the last minute. that's probably why at the beginning of your relationship, the dates always (well, for the most part) end up being in your flat, with him making you dinner instead, which you honestly prefer that as it makes it for personal and romantic. after a few months, it becomes an unspoken agreement that you're the one that schedules any restaurant dinners or trips (and he's oh so grateful for it). you just tell him where and what time, and he'll be there with bells on, wearing his best bf matty outfit possible. you better bet that for one of your restaurant dates he'll pull out this number and you won't even want to finish dinner because you have to get back home and shag him. and when he wears this one for your one year anniversary, well, you end up renting a room at the closest hotel because there is no way in hell you're waiting to use that bow tie to have some fun.

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he picks his nails and it drives you up the wall. you try to get him to stop but he always swats your hand away when you do so. he does it so often and doesn't even realize it. you've jokingly given him mittens every single year for his birthday as a (not so silent) plea for him to stop lol.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

it goes in phases with current bf matty. it mostly depends on his mood, really. there are times when he'll just choose from the pile of clothes he left on the floor throughout the week and that will suffice. but there are other days when he tries out about 7-8 different outfits until he lands on the right one for the occasion (mostly to impress you).

for some reason he has gotten into straightening his hair every now and then which made you throw a fit when you saw the photos on twitter while he was on tour. the thought of him frying up those beautiful curls of his made you tear up a bit but deep down you were like FUUUUUUUUUUCK ME UP DADDY you're gorgeous.

and don't get me started on the chain necklaces. if he wears those without a shirt on? you immediately have to excuse yourself and go scream into your arm because you cannot handle it. and he is well aware of this, which is probably why he does it in the first place. little minx.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

nope. even if he waited years and years you're the only person who would truly make him complete. and to be fair, everyone and their mum knew this was the case before either of you fully recognized it or did anything about it. he's like a lost puppy without you, even to the point that when he hears your name mentioned, he perks up looking to see / hear what is being said about you.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he has one of those freaking electric scooters which he likes to ride everywhere, and he can be very annoying about it. you bet he's inside the concert arenas doing laps on this thing while the stage is being set up.

he will try to get you to ride with him even though you hate it as you feel like you're just gonna fall off and break your leg. but in reality, he gets you to ride along as an excuse for you to hold on to him, because he's too afraid / nervous to show physical affection towards you in many other ways.

once you start dating and he reveals this, you bow to never go on or near that thing ever again. but that same christmas he does gift you your own as a joke (well, not really tho) so you have to resign yourself to ride around with him, but not after getting yourself a helmet because the last thing you want is for your death certificate to read "cause of death: matty healy's scooter."

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

some random things that he dislikes: sandals with socks, raw onion, cars honking, his old cranky neighbour, vaping, hann when he's trying to teach him a grownup lesson.

some things he doesn't like in a partner: when they chew loudly or when they lie. we're talking two very different ends of the spectrum here. make sure you never lie to him if you don't want to see him get truly mad...

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

it's absolutely clear to every single person who knows bf matty that he LOVES his beauty sleep. he makes sure to take a short nap (almost) every day to give him some energy, cuddling up to mayhem and/or you if either are near him. during tour, everyone knows to not wake him up when he's in his bunk otherwise he'll be grumpy and a diva for the rest of the day. when he's not sleeping with you in his arms, he will lie on his stomach with his arms under the pillow and snooze away. he's also an underwear-only kind of guy when he goes to bed at night (or naked if he's just had sex with you).

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if you made it this far again, thank you for indulging me :)

let me know if there are any bits you'd like me to expand on. always more than happy to do so when it come to this matty (my dream boy, really).

[sephyriae]

ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕃

𝕡𝕥. 𝟚

Warnings: None

About: A little something I wrote for myself hehe

canon × oc (sona)

꧁ 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 ꧂

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As he and the main actress take the stage, Vil is as focused and driven as Rie remembers.

His acting is spot on, and he shows his co-stars how to perform at the level of his own expertise.

However, he never seems to miss an opportunity to watch and look at Rie with his piercing gaze, which makes her feel a little nervous, regardless of his charming nature. He may not brag about it, but his acting skills are top notch and he knows it.

You can't help but wonder how he will portray his role in the play.

Rie shudders at Vil's deep gaze and looka away, reading her lines over and over in her head, trying to concentrate.

Whenever he acts, Vil seems to become the character he portrays, but as he always gets villainous roles, when he acts his gaze reaches a whole new level of beauty as his eyes become as piercing as jewels.

His gaze is enough to make people feel weak in their knees, that is why he suits villain roles so well... His gaze is the perfect example of the dark, seductive side of evil, capable of making anyone fall in love with a villain.

Yet he doesn't seem to realise this beauty only he possesses, as he feels upset for never getting the hero's role he so dreams of.

Sometimes, Rie finds herself thinking that if she had to choose between a prince charming and an evil Vil, she would probably rather end up with the villain.

As he goes through the performance he seems to radiate charm and seduction in equal parts.

The audience is captivated by his performance, his eyes showing his emotion and his body following in perfect choreography.

In this play, his character is the classic villain who seduces the female main character with his eyes alone, and he pulls it off with ease.

As he acts, his body language and voice seem like a perfect fit for his villain-like demeanour, but he makes it all seem natural and realistic.

All in all, he is a perfect actor.

"Can I sit here?"

A cheerful voice speaks next to Rie

She looks around and sees Neige LeBlanche standing there, smiling kindly at her

"Oh, please do..."

She says as she move aside, making space for the boy to sit.

Vil never so much as glances your way during the play, all eyes directed forwards, and all emotions expressed through them. His voice, while seductive and seemingly evil, also exudes passion for the characters he portrays, allowing the audience to feel his character's emotions.

After what seems like an eternity, he bows his head and the curtains close, bringing the captivated audience back to reality as the sound of applause fills the room.

"Excellent performance, Vil"

Neige's voice rings out.

"You were amazing as always, Vil.

Good work today!"

Rie smiles radiantly at Vil.

"Thank you, Rie."

He smiles back, his tone slightly flirtatious, and his voice, soft and caring.

Vil gives one last smile before turning away and exiting the room.

As he walks away, he looks at Neige for just a moment, his head angled to the side as he gives him a suspicious look of displeasure, though there is no way Neige would notice this.

Rie looks at Vil as he goes away, wondering why he left in such a hurry and without even saying goodbye.

"Sephyriae, please come on stage!" the director calls for her as it is now her turn to practice her part.

She quickly collects her script and gets up on the stage.

This time around, Rie plays a minor role as the helper of the female lead: her character, the spirit of a lake, helps the female lead, who has been turned into a duck, become human again for a short period of time so she can meet with the male lead, her destined true love.

The magic happens thanks to the spirit's miraculous voice of nature, as Rie starts to sing a soft melody.

The female lead crouches down like a swan facing the audience: it's Rie's cue to begin her part.

As she starts singing, silence fills the room and not a sound other than her voice echoes throughout.

Once she finishes the song, she gets off the stage and after collecting her belongings, she silently wavea at everyone so as to not disturb the other people who are still practicing and leaves.

As she reaches the door, Rie sees that both Neige and Vil are still standing right outside.

She looks at the both of them as the air feels heavy and the mood sour.

"Uh? You two were still here? I thought you had left"

She says with a smile, ignoring the awkwardness in the air.

Seeing as the two don't say anything, she tilts her head to the side.

"Is anything the matter?"

Vil looks at Rie as she talks, and his demeanor immediately changes.

All traces of distaste are gone, and he seems to return to the nice Vil from before.

"Ah, not at all dear.

We were just having a quick little chat is all.

No need to worry about a thing."

He smiles warmly at Rie.

It appears as though he is able to shift moods rather easily.

His eyes soften and his voice becomes more caring, albeit a bit less flirtatious compared to how he spoke before.

Vil puts a hand on Rie's back as he walks her towards the exit and they both head back to Pomefiore together.

Rie turns around and waves at Neige, who waves back as a seemingly knowing smile appears on his face.

Once he is sure Neige can't see either of them from where he is in the theatre, Vil sighs as he looks at Rie and shakes his head slightly, his face looking rather dejected.

"Vil? Is everything okay?"

Rie asks in a confused voice as she looks up at Vil, who runs a hand through his hair and looks away before finally looking back at her.

"I just don't like him, that's all. Don't listen to anything that punk says to you."

His words show hatred, and it seems like he can't even say Neige's name without a foul look coming over his face.

Rie had heard about Vil disliking Neige, but she never thought his hate would run this deep.

"Do you two not get along?"

She asks as they slowly go back to the dorm, thinking about how happy Neige seemed when looking at Vil.

"He's everything I hate about actors rolled into one."

Vil looks at Rie sternly, even though she is not necessarily the subject his gaze is directed at.

"...I do not want you associating with him or taking advice from him."

"I understand"

Rie hums, not exactly sure about what Vil is talking about and why he is acting like this.

She looks up at his foul expression.

Maybe she'll ask him more about this topic... But not now, he's clearly not in the mood to talk about that at this moment.

"I have to take care of the flowers, would you like to come with me?"

She says instead, smiling at Vil as she nonchalantly changes the subject, hoping that spending some time outside will help fix his sour mood.

"Of course, Rie. I would love to accompany you."

Vil gives a small, polite smile.

It seems like he is already recovering from his bad mood.

"Thank you for allowing me to accompany you... I believe I should offer an apology.

I had hoped not to treat you with such harshness, but my hatred for him overcame my own better judgement."

"Hmn, there is no need to apologise"

Rie speaks softly

"We all have people we can't stand, that's just how life is, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that" she chuckles.

Vil begins to relax a little more.

His hatred for Neige has not yet dissipated, but it's the first time he's been told he doesn't have to get along with someone he doesn't want to get along with.

He felt... understood.

"You're too kind.

I am just glad you understand why I am so hostile towards him.

I've had a rough time in my life, and as such, Neige represents all that I hate.

He is everything bad about actors and more."

Vil shakes his head and he sighs.

"You've really helped me relax Rie, thank you for that."

"No problem, I'm glad I was of help"

She smiles softly at Vil in response as they reach the garden.

Vil takes out a large handkerchief and he positions it on the ground, proceeding to sit down on it as Rie puts on an apron and a pair of gloves, getting ready to fix the flower beds and care for the flowers and plants.

"These past weeks have been a bit tough, and this garden has always relaxed me. I find it rather calming, don't you?"

Vil smiles softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as the cool air tickles his nose slightly.

"I agree... Whenever I feel down, this garden never fails to comfort me"

Rie smiles as her hands gently fix a bush of tulips.

After a few moments, she walk over to Vil, who is resting with his eyes closed.

"Here" she says softly as she offers him a lilac tulip planted in an elegant blue vase with golden ornaments.

"For you"

Rie smiles radiantly at Vil.

He smiles in surprise as Rie gives him the lilac tulip, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the beautiful flower.

"Are you sure? With how much you care about the garden, I'm afraid I'd be doing you a disservice if I took this from you.

How can you be so kind?"

He holds the tulip close to his heart.

"Thank you Rie.

Your gift means more to me than you realize."

Vil smiles and reaches out to brush his hand against the girl's cheek as she looks at the other tulips, gently caressing their petals.

He stops his hand mid-air, as the feeling that she would disappear if he got too close washed over him.

Rie giggles at Vil's words.

"Of course, I believe this specific tulip would fit in better with you rather than in this garden... I'm happy you like it"

she says as she smiles brightly at the man standing next to her.

"You have my gratitude, Rie."

He says, his hand reaching out to brush against the petals as he closes his eyes.

"The gardens are quite beautiful today, aren't they?"

Vil smiles as he takes a deep breath, the fresh air bringing a sense of calmness to him.

Rie smiles in agreement as the serene environment envelopes the both of them.

✿ Lilac Tulips are often referred to as a symbol of royalty, power, luxury, and serenity.

They are also a symbol of perfect and deep love.

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[levenxa]

DSST Blue and Nightmare pre-Incident?

Maybe a sort of surprise visit from the bloo boy?

Here you go!

Sorry this took so long istg I asked for writing rq’s right before descending into writers block :,D

I’m good now, so here’s the first public fic I’ve posted on Tumblr!

Blue visits Nightmare // pre-incident (DS! Storytwist)

// Word Count: 2152

The day was going pretty swiftly, time flew as Nightmare got himself invested into the prolonged storyline of a book. He sat behind this large stump of bark, leaves falling from the top. He was leaning against a tree, the very well known Feelings Tree.

Whatever it was called, it was a very calming place to relax and chill at. His legs were slightly propped up, knees up against his chest, he rested his book on the small platform, silently reading.

“You wanna go and explore the village?” Someone asked.

He had luscious black hair, small light highlights on the tips. He wore a black sweater, with a brown t-shirt right on top, two tan straps on both sides, topped off with a shiny golden crown. This was Dream, Nightmare’s technical roommate, or friend. The relationship was unclear for the most part.

“Nah, I think I’ll just stay here.” Nightmare replied, flipping through a page in his book.

Dream scooted himself next to Nightmare teasingly, a small smile on his face while doing so. “Come onn! It’ll be fun I promise! Or partly promise.” He insisted.

Going into town was one of Dream’s favorite things to do. He loved to engage with people, even when everyone just toyed with his gratefulness. “There could be chocolate~”

Nightmare just laughed at that, nudging the other in a joking way. “Hey! You know I like sweets but hate the village! I’m not going with you.” He answered.

“Ughhh fine. Just stay here okay? I’ll be back before midnight. Stay out of trouble.” Dream finished as he waved goodbye, making his way to the large village where he would hang out with friends and have a better social life.

Once he was gone Nightmare immediately went back to reading, he was at an interesting part, where the main character finally met the love interest. How terrible, let’s keep reading.

“pssst hey—psstttt hey nutcaseee…helloooo~!”

“What..” Nightmare started before he looked up, not seeing anyone there. Glancing behind him however, to the left was a blue and white clothed individual. Great, another person to bother him. But wait…this wasn’t just any person, these two knew eachother.

“Blue what the fuck.” The negative one said, slowly standing up to properly face this menace.

The so-called ‘Blue’ waved cutely, making his way over to give Nightmare a big hug. “I just got back! I wanted to see you again, haha~!” He acknowledged. Blue regularly visited Nightmare at the tree, constantly bugging him whilst also befriending him. It was kinda sweet really.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon. How was all the traveling?” Nightmare wondered, slowly putting his book on the grass right next to him. Blue often explored many different areas and very much enjoyed doing it. That’s how he found Nightmare in the first place.

Blue let go of Nightmare and kneeled in front of him. “It’s been soooo tiring, yet so fun! But my favorite place to visit is here~” He teased. His bright blue irises glowing in the sunlight, as he leaned in with a smirk.

“Oh shut up…” Nightmare flourished. He hid a small blush behind his book as he propped it up for cover.

“Hmm, why~? Are you embarrassed about me visiting you? You should take advantage of that, you know? Hehe~!” Blue spoke, as he decided to sit right next to him.

Nightmare had always felt a bit awkward around Blue, but somehow they had managed to become friends. Even if Blue still acted like a child sometimes.

“No, I don't want Dream to get the wrong idea. That's all.” Nightmare responded, turning away from Blue, once more looking at his book.

"Aw, come onnn~!” Blue whined.

“People don't like others who tease them, idiot.” Nightmare mumbled under his breath, he didn’t look at Blue while talking.

“Yeahh, I know. I’m so unlikable but you still talk to me!” Blue stated.

Nightmare sighed, he couldn't ignore him now. "Don't say that about yourself."

"It’s true though!" Blue whined, crossing his arms as he pouted in frustration.

Nightmare looked to the side, seeing the other being his usual train wreck self. “No it’s not. You're actually kind, caring, funny, and smart. You may tease me a whole lot, but that doesn’t speak for your entire character." He explained.

Blue seemed to calm down a little, as he dropped his pouty expression. "Oh uh…thanks. That really means a lot." He said, speaking quite softly just then. Nightmare really admired that part of him, he knew exactly how to make people smile.

“Sure thing.” The negative one replied.

“Soooooo���are we gonna sit here forever or what? Let’s do something fun together!” Blue suggested.

Nightmare looked at him, considering it. "What, why?" He shrugged, sitting back onto the tree.

Blue took that opportunity to suggest something. "Let's go explore the world! I know some cool places that I want to show you! We can travel the whole world together!" He pleaded.

Nightmare stopped for a moment, glancing at the blue eyed boy. "That sounds nice…but I'm still trying to finish this book."

Blue looked disappointed for a second, before he chuckled. "How boring. How do you even stay interested in books like that? It's a boring romance plot. Exploring the world is more fun.”

Nightmare tilted his head curiously, turning his attention back to the book. Was it? He thought. Maybe he just thought so because he liked the protagonist. Then again, maybe the book really was shit.

“I’m not much of a traveler, Blue.” Nightmare admitted. He was more of a homebody.

“You don’t have to be! I can show you all of the amazing things I've seen! It would be a way better romance plot than that book for sure! And we can vibe together~” Blue kept insisting, never giving up on his adorable face.

Nightmare just nodded as a sign of approval, and then spoke, “Okay. I'll trust you on that. If you insist that much, I guess I will. Where are you taking me?"

“Oh! Well, the first trip is…my house!” Blue declared excitedly as he stood up.

“What?!” Nightmare was caught off guard by this sudden request, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Blue smirked, knowing exactly what he did. "I’ve seen your place sooo many times! And I realized you’ve never been to my home. So I figured that would be our first trip! You also haven't seen my room yet~” Blue teased.

Nightmare huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew Blue was just messing with him, but at least it gave him an excuse to leave the tree. With that the two set off away from the village, walking side by side.

Nightmare looked around, noticing the sun setting in the distance. It was already twilight, the sky had turned orange and purple. As much as he hated leaving the tree, he also loved being with Blue. They walked for a good half hour, until eventually they reached a large, secluded town. Unlike the village, this area was quite full. There were many other townspeople nearby, bustling about their business, some even greeting Blue.

"Wow, this is a big town. I wonder what part of this place you stay at." Nightmare said curiously, looking around. It wasn’t hard to imagine what Blue’s home looked like, he’d just wished he was told about this sooner.

Blue led him deeper into the town, towards a house on the outskirts. It was quite large, but not as large as the houses within the village. "This is my house~! My brother Cider lives here too!” He announced proudly as the two approached the door.

Nightmare stopped and stared at it. "What about your parents?" He questioned incredulously.

“Well…no not really.” Blue muttered awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry. I just realized we never got too deep into your family life." Nightmare commented.

Blue smiled, grabbing the handle and opening the door. "Yeah, my parents passed a few years after I was born." He said.

"I’m really sorry about that…" Nightmare commented, concern and sadness on his face.

"It’s fine. Thanks for the curiosity though. It helps to talk about it every once in a while." Blue admitted. “Now, let’s go in.” He said, stepping into the house happily, his mood shifted almost instantly once he spotted someone.

“Cider!! I’ve returrrnnnedd~!” Blue exclaimed, voice echoing through the house.

The view into the house became larger, revealing a large man with fluffy light brown hair, wearing an orange t-shirt with a galaxy print in the middle of it. He looked to be about twenty-eight. His eyes widened when he saw Blue, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh hey, welcome back Bloo. I’m glad you made it back in one piece. How are you?" Cider asked calmly. This must’ve been a normal thing for him.

Blue waited to reply, first he dragged Nightmare inside the house. “I’ve been good! This is Nightmare, he came with me this time!” He announced happily.

Cider looked at Nightmare, his face showing surprise. "Wow you're actually real. Didn’t think Bloo really found an ancient tree guardian.” He seemed to realize that saying something like that probably wouldn’t be the best first impression, and quickly took a step back. “Ah sorry, I’m Cider. It’s nice to meet you.”

"It's nice to meet you too." Nightmare replied awkwardly, looking around the large house.

"Come in, come in. We have lots of snacks to get through. Right Bloo?” Cider encouraged, as he pulled out some chips from a cabinet.

"Right! Let’s eat!" Blue stated excitedly.

Nightmare followed behind Blue as they all made their way to the living room. From what he’d seen, the house was pretty average in size. Very comfy. However, it was mostly filled with various furniture and decorations.

“So, where did you guys go?” Cider asked, sitting down and pulling out a bag of chips.

"We didn’t really go anywhere else but here. I originally decided to visit Nightmare, and then asked to bring him here! Toootally worth it.” Blue acknowledged.

Nightmare sat down beside Blue, who quickly handed him a bag of chips. "Thank you." He stated politely.

“You’re welcome~” Blue chuckled as he grabbed a bag for himself, sitting in between Cider and Nightmare.

Cider stared at him intently, as he continued to eat. "So you're a tree guardian huh? It's rare to find a guardian these days, especially one so young." He remarked.

“Yeah, it��s definitely been an adventure.” Nightmare answered, he had yet to experience the life of a regular civilian. This felt like a really pleasing adventure. He was very thankful.

"Mhm, I bet. I hear most guardians live for several decades." Cider commented.

"I don't know if I'd call this 'living'. More like existing." Nightmare replied, sounding a bit melancholic.

“Don’t be so depressing Night, if you want to enjoy the guardian life you have to embrace it! Plus, I think it’s really cool.” Blue interjected.

"Yeah I guess. Thanks." Nightmare murmured, quietly appreciating Blue’s small words of encouragement. The more this trip went on, the more he questioned how he really felt about him.

They talked for hours on end, until it was time to take Nightmare back to the tree. It was a pretty fun day for the most part, Cider was really nice, and Blue was being his normal energetic self.

They both stopped at the bottom of the hill, Dream was already back at the tree. He was probably really worried about where Nightmare had gone.

Blue turned to face the other after spotting the positive one at the tree. "Alright, let's plan our next adventure once I come back to visit you again, okay? I’ll be back soon~" Blue stated softly, giving him a small wink.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Nightmare replied, giving him a soft smile.

Blue’s face flushed a bit, taken aback by the pretty smile Nightmare had. He was always the one with the most confidence out of the two, but one smile like that would take it all away.

“Well then, bye bye Nightmare! See ya later~!” Blue waved as he started to walk away from the tree’s hill, heading back to his town.

Nightmare watched as the blue eyed boy disappeared into the distance, before turning back around. He then took a deep breath, and stepped up on the hill, making his way to the tree.

He was suddenly greeted by a bright yellow-eyed friend, as Dream frowned at him. "Where were you? Why did you disappear like that?!"

Nightmare sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, I kinda forgot you’d be home by now. I'll explain everything, but then you have to tell me about Alexis." He requested.

Dream looked at him tirelessly, he wasn’t his normal cheery self, that twat probably got to him again. "Yeah alright, let’s talk for a bit before bed. How does that sound?"

"Good. Thanks Dream."

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don���t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[starlitheaven]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ♡

pairing: choso x reader

note: slightly nsfw at the end. headcanons on what it’d be like being in a relationship with choso<3. I absolutely adore him (as all hot people do)

❥ Choso absolutely adores cuddling. His love language would be acts of service and physical touch. When he’s the big spoon, he’ll wrap his arms around you to secure your back against his chest and kiss the top of your head. When he’s the smaller spoon, he likes to rest his head against your chest while one of your arms is wrapped around him and the other is playing with his hair. 

❥ He’d suddenly cradle your face, very gently. You look up and smile at him as he pulls you into a kiss. 

❥ Attentive to you and how you’re feeling. If something is bothering you, he won’t always ask about it but he’d remain observant. You don’t always want to talk about something bothering you in your life and sometimes you do. He somehow knows when you want to be asked, and when you just want his presence to comfort you.

❥ He’s a listener more than a talker, so he’ll prefer someone who’s more talkative. He loves the sound of your voice anyway, especially when he’s resting on top of you.

❥ Very overprotective of you. Usually him looking deadly calm with just a slight scowl is enough to get men to back away when they try getting into your space and boundaries. Sometimes there’s a man who’s cocky and doesn’t stop. You don’t even get a chance to try and tell the guy off before Choso grabs him by the head like a ragdoll and throws them, with the same energy as a regular person flicking a bug away.

❥ Absolutely adores and melts when you call him angel or mi amor. (or Chosito hdfshk)

❥ He is very chill. As much as he enjoys trying new things and going on dates with you, he also likes to be inside and alone with your company. He’ll grab your hand, leave soft kisses over your knuckles and pull you into his lap while you two decide what to order in or what movie/show to watch. 

❥ Taking a nap with you counts as a date for him. This guy loves naps. He always tells you if he dreams of you.

❥ Candlelit baths with rose petals. Surprise him with that and he’ll fall in love with you then and there. Choso likes floral & fresh scents mixed with the warmth ambiance that candles and roses bring. He’d sit with his back resting against the tub and you sitting in between his legs, resting your back on his chest. He’d probably give you his entire life if you ask to shampoo his hair. Imagine him with his hair down!!!!!

❥ He talks about Yuuji often. Specifically, he talks about the types of things Yuuji likes and how he tries getting him into his own hobbies. Choso trusts his little brother’s opinions and recommendations above all. Yuuji is always right anyway. It’s how Choso comes to enjoy museums (hehe death painting), poetry, watching movies/going to the theater, and going to shows then getting into the pits.

❥ He loves CDs! He begins collecting them and listening to them on a CD player Megumi gave him. You give him a Paramore CD (I headcanon him as listening to mainly female artists with dreamy sounds) and it brings tears to his eyes when he listens to it. He also listens to hardcore/metal/thrash.

❥ You & Yuuji assign a random day in August as his birthday, since he was incarnated in August 2018 (oh fuck is he a Leo then).  

❥ Nudity is something he doesn’t think about, and he normally wouldn’t be fazed by it, but it’s different with you. You’re wearing a knit sweater and when you take it off, Choso feels his face heat up at the sight of your shirt riding up. Looking at your exposed skin makes him blush and feel a little restless. 

❥ Which means he’d love strip teases. He’d like you to do it up close, too. Maybe he’ll sit on the couch and you stand between his spread legs. He watches your face and lets his eyes roam over your skin as it slowly reveals itself to him.

❥ Not even then would he be leering. Choso would look at you with reverence and adoration. He’s really your biggest fan and supporter! He thinks you’re just so pretty and is lucky to have you show yourself to him.

❥ Listen, Choso is a virgin. If you have a corruption or innocence kink, you’ll have a great fucking time with him. You want things to be sweet and at his own pace, but you also can’t help but tease and fluster him. He loves both. He appreciates the care you’re giving him. Yet he also gets excited at how humiliated and good he feels when you first roughly pull on his loose hair while grinding on his lap and kissing his neck. He’ll honestly be open to anything. It’s exciting for the both of you to push his boundaries a little to see what he likes. (maybe I’ll go into detail someday idk)

❥ He will eventually become more dominating. As the eldest brother, he’s used to and comfortable with taking control. He just likes the feeling of getting caught up in being corrupted.

❥ Has an exhibition kink. More like, he doesn’t care for other people being around. He normally ignores other people, but yeah Choso there’s laws. Obviously he doesn’t care about laws or other peoples morals fjskfk. 

❥ Overall, an absolute sweetheart. Relaxed, comfortable, and eventually kinda kinky. ❤️

[januaryembrs]

THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM  | JAVIER PENA X AGENT!READER  (PART 1/?) 

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Description: In an effort to prove yourself to your male peers and catch Pablo Escobar, you make some pretty reckless decisions. It’s only a matter of time before Javier says something, to your surprise, out of worry.

OR. the multitude of times you put yourself in danger doing the right thing and the one time Javier says something about it.

Length: 2k+

Javier Pena x f!Agent!reader MINI series. colleague romance, reader being bad ass, age gap (reader is 25 ish), sexual tension. if you’re anything like me, dissapointing your boss needs a heads up so that happens! Initial tension between you and Javi, Javier being a slut but being soft for you hehe etc

Trigger Warnings - rated mature for: drugs (obvs), murder, MENTION OF INFAMOUS SERIAL KILLERS, intense violence, use of g*ns, homicide, sexism/mysogyny you’d expect in 80s police department, foul language.

NOTE. I MEAN NO OFFENCE TO THE REAL VICTIMS FOLLOWING THE SHOW’S PLOTLINE. THIS IS SIMPLY FANFICTION OF THE NETFLIX SHOW

main masterlist ═ ★ ═ that girl masterlist

It’s funny how your dreams can be shattered within minutes of them truly beginning. There you were; Columbia, the drug epicentre of the 80s. You’d made it after four long years of training to be the best in the academy; the extra classes you took while living in the States, the hours spent practising foreign languages, the perilous lessons in the shooting range emptying rounds until you hit dead centre every time, the tireless gym sessions that made you as physically fit as any man in your class, and then some. 

You knew it wouldn’t be an easy task going up against the men you’d work alongside, let alone the drug dealers themselves, so you did everything in your power to ensure they would have not a single fault to pick with your work.

When everything began kicking off in Columbia, there was a shortage of agents working to find Escobar while the US was so busy with their communist problem. It seemed only logical that you, eager to please your superiors and with the résumé to match, would volunteer to uproot your life and move across the world to help the other agents fighting the drug war as your first official job. Talk about hitting the ground running.

You had moved in, not even the day before, to a fully furnished, modest-sized apartment on the nicer side of town. There were still gunshots and shouting all through the night that meant you barely got any sleep as if your nerves hadn’t been a cause for a rough time as it was, but you couldn’t really complain. The excitment was too strong to dwell on the negatives.

But you were here, now three cups of coffee in. At the steps to the Embassy, résumé in hand and smart black trousers donning your legs, you tried to calm your breathing as you realised the altitude of what you were walking towards. You had trained for this, prepared for this, and yet you were truly throwing yourself in at the deep end.

And the thrill of it all made your heart race with euphoria. You were finally ready for your first job.

But, as with most things in life, you were severely disappointed at the reality. You were told to meet the man who would be your boss. ‘Colonel Carrillo’ the letter had said. Your father, also an agent, had said Carrillo had been a friend of his back in his own academy days before Carrillo had gone down the drug enforcement branch while your father had chosen homicides, where he had met your mother. You didn’t doubt carrying your family’s name had probably propelled you forward in the eyes of your superiors, your parents were well known for their success as detectives, but hey, being a woman was only slowing you down so at least this somewhat evened things out.

You were given his office room number under the time of the meeting, and after stopping many women in smart, vibrant coloured skirt suits to ask for directions, you were finally there. You raised a shaky hand to the door and knocked twice, hearing a deep voice beckon you into the room and twisted the handle to enter. The door squeaked as if to laugh at your piteously nervous figure and your eyes caught sight of the man at the desk.

You had never felt so small for someone who had been so eager for your first day as you did in that moment. Carrillo, you quickly learnt, had the intensity in his eyes that only came from seeing the real bad shit that happened in this world, and it made you feel like a mark on his wall the second you entered his office.

“Who are you?” He was a man who cut to the chase it seemed, though that didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“The new agent from the States, sir-colonel-uh, Sir?” You spluttered at the already disapproving look in his eyes of your jittery demeanour. You were normally able to hold your own, but this man held a stone-cold grip over your already wobbling nerves.

“Steve Murphy?” He asked sceptically, to which you shook your head and instead handed him your papers. His face scanned over your name and almost instantly this crease in his brow settled. Something close to a tiny smile twitched at his lips. “Oh! You’re Pete and Anya’s girl.”

“Yes, that's me.” You said humbly, the weight on your chest ebbed at the sight of his intimidating glare lifting.

“You should have said. Sit!” He said lightly, though a grin still didn’t grace his features, he just seemed much less terrifying than before. You took a seat opposite him at his desk, and crossed your legs to seem more relaxed. You really hoped those hours spent reading up on your psychology tricks and techniques worked and that he bought it, because you were still shitting it. 

You made small talk for a moment as he looked over your file, nodding in approval and congratulating you in some parts. “Wow, kid. You certainly got your papa’s work ethic. How is your father anyway? Heard him and your mother are killing their field over in the states, excuse the joke.”

You chuckled slightly, “You sound just like him. They’re acing it, if that’s what you mean. They got promoted after their last big job actually.”

“I heard. Huge bust of that family in Frisco was them, wasn’t it?” You nodded, smiling with pride at your parents legacy that seemed to have earned them a reputation in the police departments all over. Carrillo nodded slowly in consideration of his old friend. “Well then, I hope you know you have a lot to live up to.”

“Believe me, I know-” You were cut off when the door to his office swung open and two men waltzed in, talking over each other and you, effectively ending your conversation.

They both stopped when they realised their boss wasn’t alone and both sets of eyes landed on you.

“Pena, Murphy.” Carrillo greeted them, his steely tone back in full swing as it seemed whatever they had to say most likely had something to do with the problems you were here to help fix. Nothing killed an agent’s good mood like the illusive drug lord that kept slipping through their grasp.

“Who’s this?” The older one with darker hair asked, eyes trailing up the black, pant suit you wore until they met your raised brow and he looked away with a small clearance of his throat.

“This is Y/n. She’s one of my old buddy’s daughter, from the academy,” You knew the man was probably just excited to have heard from someone in his past, but the way he almost disregarded your achievements and only tied you to your father made you internally wince. You had a full résumé sitting infront of him with all your achievements, complete with a few letters of recommendation from your tutors and trainers detailing just how talented you were at your job, the ones he’d just read and loved the sight of. You couldn’t help feel a little put out, but you hadn’t really expected anything less in a job like this. You didn’t hesitate on the thought, however, you were just happy to not be the one subdued to his cold gaze anymore. “She’s going to be working here.”

“I’m Steve Murphy,” The blond one who had yet to speak introduced himself and you stood to shake his hand, a purposely kind smile on your face. If you were going to be working alongside this man you wanted to make a good impression. The other was so undeniably attractive, your feelings fizzled out when he seemed too interested in how your suit cupped your ass. Typical. He introduced himself as Javier Pena after a beat of silence with a lingering handshake. He had very large hands, you noted.

“We’ll just get out of your hair until you’re finished, Carrillo.” Javier turned to leave but was stopped by the man in question, who stood to lead you out the door too.

“Wait. Show Y/n around for me, would you? We got carried away talking and I’m about to be late for a meeting.” He explained looking at the watch curved around his wrist, leading your trio out into the hallway and shutting his door behind him. He turned to look down at you and lord he was big, you realised, “You’ll be working with Pena and Murphy so I’m sure they’ll find you something to do while you learn the ropes.”

That ghost of a smile graced his face again, and even the men seemed surprised to see him so pleasant as he patted you on the back and sent you off in their direction. The pair looked at each other questioningly at the nice attitude that had overcome their boss and simply shook their heads, brushing it off.

“Where did you say you were from?” Steve asked you, plucking your files from your hands and having a read over it with his eyebrows raised in surprise as you trailed after them down the corridor.

“All over really. My parents work in homicide so wherever the cases popped up, they followed.” You explained as Javier began pointing out the different rooms in the embassy. It quickly became clear when you reached the second floor that he didn’t like the men in the CIA department, but whether it was their job or their personalities you couldn’t decide.

Murphy handed you back your files, a staggered gaze in his eye as he clearly eyed you up and down. You were proud to say your documents really did sell your work well and it showed, judging by the look he concerned now you with. He was about to open his mouth when Javier beat him to it, opening the door to the final office. It became clear this was his and Murphy’s, guessing from the way he comfortably threw himself down in the desk chair behind a mountain of paperwork.

He shoved an empty cup towards you and gestured towards a small table by the door with an electric kettle, a few sachets of milk, sugar and other such amenities laying ontop of it.

“It was lovely meeting you, but I take my coffee black with two sugars,” He said running his hand over his face tiredly and searching his desk for something. 

You looked down at the mug with your brows furrowed. That was odd. Was that a courtesy here? That newbies made the coffee rounds? But it had come off a little rude the way he said it. 

Why did he- oh.

“Javi, she’s not-” Steve tried to cut in but you were quick with your reply as you slid his mug back over the desk, a single brow raised at the man.

“That’s nice. I take mine with three,” You said pushing your files in the man’s face making his head snap back up to you in confusion. Your blood rushed to your face in anger, and you felt yourself get hot in the ears at the nerve of this man. This had been your dream for years to follow in your parents footsteps, and you weren’t about to let this man trash it with his stupid mug and his even stupider attitude. 

A look of realisation washed over his face, and he looked to Steve who simply shook his head and hid a laugh.

“You’re not…” He trailed off, realising his mistake judging by the way he straightened up in his seat.

“Your new secretary? No, I’m not.” You said, trying to keep your tone cool but it became obvious you were pissed judging by the way you all but snapped at the man. “I’m an agent. So how about you tell me what needs doing and I’ll catch us some bad guys, huh?” You smiled at him too sweetly, as he quickly scanned over your file.

Steve covered his chuckle with a cough at the way Javi flailed to recover his usual cool demeanour, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he thought of what to say. 

Maybe it was the way that you had shown him up to his partner, or maybe it was the way such a spritely looking woman like you vastly excelled at his own experience in the academy at a ripe young age of twenty-five, judging by the papers you forced him to look at.

Either way, the man who was lost for words hardened slightly and he pointed to the cupboard in the corner of their office with the bold label of ‘FILES’ engraved in the frosted window.

“Okay, agent. The file cupboard needs organising.” He said almost smug he had regained control by clearly giving you a job meant for a secretary.

But if he wanted a tidy cupboard, you thought bitterly, then he’d get the tidiest cupboard he’d seen in his entire fucking life.

And as you sat in that tightly spaced cupboard rearranging folders and colour co-ordinating the labels, overhearing the two men discussing the mission they were going on that weekend in Medellín to scope out some narco party, you vowed to make Javier Pena rue the day he ever underestimated you, no matter what it took.

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And This One 

This One Too

A/N: Hehe...size and pain(I got a lil carried away with this one teehee) kink and daddy!harry😌prepare to be h worddd!! It’s a tiny bit cute too, but in a hot way for sure...the best way I can really describe this one is by saying that it’s filthy. Enjoy🙃

You wanted to feel it; like really feel it. You wanted to feel all of Harry’s cock pushing all the way up into your stomach over and over again as he fucked into you. Whenever you had him in your hand or in your mouth, your mind always drifted to how good he’d fill you between your legs. The way you stuffed your mouth and throat with his massive cock was the way you wanted him to stuff your cunt. It’s just that he was so big, almost too big if you had to be completely honest. You were barely able to completely wrap your hand around his shaft. Not to mention the fact that he was beyond blessed when it came to his length. You could confidently bet a good amount of money that when you saw him for the first time, your jaw dropped to the ground and your eyes fell out of their sockets from how big he was. But even though this is the case, even though Harry has an intimidating monster in his pants, you are still very determined to take all of him inside. 

You weren’t completely sure if you had an underlying pain kink that you were beginning to uncover, but you were completely obsessed with the idea of Harry stretching you out. Like whenever you thought about the sting that came from Harry stretching your walls to accommodate his cock, a warmth would flood your body and you’d feel a tingling sensation forming between your legs. But if you were to sit down and really think about it, you having a pain kink wouldn’t be that much of a revelation. You were constantly daydreaming and actual dreaming about Harry not showing you any mercy and just ramming all of his big cock deep inside of you while you cried about how big he was and how hard he was going. You were constantly looking for him to choke you too. You could care less about whether or not it was a hand tightly wrapped around your throat or him forcing his cock down your throat causing you to claw at his thighs and gag until he finally pulls you up by your hair to let you get a couple breaths before forcing you back down to take him again, all you cared about was him taking that type of control over you and making you struggle a bit. You were also obsessed with Harry spanking you. You couldn’t get enough of him taking you over his knee when you were being bratty, you loved it when he delivered little slaps to your inner thighs to keep them open when he had his head between them, and you also loved it when he delivered those slaps to your cheeks. They weren’t too hard but they were hard enough to leave behind a bit of a sting. 

And to make it fully sink in that did in fact have a pain kink, you were also in love with Harry degrading you a bit. Now you weren’t completely sure on whether this fell into the “pain kink” category, but you decided to put it there anyways. See, you only let Harry go but so far with it because even though you were dying for Harry to really give it to you and practically give your insides a beating, you were still soft and sensitive on the inside. So to get the best of both worlds so to speak, Harry sat you on his lap and the two of you came up with a list of names that Harry could call you. And from that point on, the the names on that list were on constant rotation. He’d always use them patronizingly you whenever you were crying about how full you felt (even though he was only a little over half way inside), when you were begging him to let you cum, and when you were begging for his cock. He’d be so smug and condescending with it all on top of doing everything else you absolutely loved! Whenever the two of you went at it in any capacity, you were always on the verge of exploding. 

So to simply say that you had a pain kink would be an absolute understatement. But going back to wanting to “feel it”, you were going to have and feel all of Harry’s cock inside of your cunt no matter what. Even if it meant being a little bratty to do it. 

After almost two hours of lying in bed with Harry watching a movie on Netflix that ended up being a bit of a let down, you were bored. And the only thing you could think of that would quench your thirst for excitement and fun was sex. Luckily for you though, Harry was always on board for some impromptu and hot sex. So that’s what the two of you decided to spend the rest of the night doing. It all started with a simple make-out with the two of you practically dry humping each other in bed through whatever clothes you had on. This little make-out session of yours was filled with a lot of laughs (together, the two of you were too playful for your own good),  a lot of touching (obviously), and a lot of tongue (obviously again). Now while this make-out did last a hot minuet, it did escalate to something spicer pretty quick. Before long and after a lot of dry humping and a countless amount of sloppy tongue filled kisses, you and Harry moved into the second stage of your night in bed together. This stage included the both of you completely naked, Harry lying on the bed, and you lying on top of him with your body going in the opposite direction, giving the both of you access to the area between each other’s legs. This was definitely one of you guys’ favorite positions. You got to have your mouth on Harry while being pleasured with his and Harry got to have his mouth on you while you pleasured him with yours. It was a win win situation through and through and the two of you absolutely loved it. Harry had his arms wrapped tightly around you right at the swell of your backside to keep you in place as he skillfully licked into you. His face was nestled between your thighs as he continuously devoured your pussy. And while he did this, your mouth never left his cock. Aside from catching your breath after you took all of him into your mouth and throat, your mouth was always on him. You suckled the thick head of his cock, you licked up and tugged at his shaft,  and you bobbed your head up and down on him. Harry even helped you out a little at times and either unwrapped one of his arms from around you to bring his hand down to the back of your head so that he could force his cock down your throat or closed his thighs around your head when you see-throated him so that you’d be forced to keep his cock in your throat for a little longer. You also rolled his warm and pretty heavy balls around in your hand as you mouthed at his cock. And during this entire time, the both of you could feel the vibrations from your moans resonating throughout our bodies which only caused you two to moan even more and fall right over the edge and into your first releases of the night, letting go right in each others mouths. 

And once you and Harry fully regain the feeling in your bodies after the seismic releases you two had, it was time for the third and final (and funnest) stage of your night together. After giving one another the green light  that you both were ready for the next round, you roll yourself from on top of him and you move to straddle his lap, placing yourself right on top of his cock to which Harry is quick to flip you both over so that he’s on top and in control. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry smears his lips against yours for a messy kiss as he slightly ruts his cock against your leg, and as one of his hands begin to travel down your body. You felt his hand squeezing at one of your breasts and pinching your hardened nipple before traveling further down your body. Before he brings his hand between your legs, he flattens his palm against your lower stomach and applies a bit of pressure there, causing you to let out a muffled yelp and causing Harry to let out a muffled chuckle from how sensitive your still were. After applying a bit more pressure to your lower stomach and ticking you a bit while you squirm helplessly below him, Harry finally brings his hand down to where you wanted him the most. As soon as his hand slides down your cunt and just cups you, your body goes limp against the bed and you relax into his touch, still lazily moving your mouth against his. 

“Ready for m’cock baby?” He mumbles against your mouth, giving your pussy a couple of light slaps.

“So ready!” You whine against him, rutting your hips up a little against his hand.

“Good girl.” He chuckles, giving a final tap to your still buzzing clit, before moving his hand from your cunt to his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Controlling his cock with his hand, he does a once over of your pussy, dragging himself up between your folds and to your clit, and back down to your entrance. He then begins to slowly sink into your plush and tender walls. As he does, your hands go straight to his biceps where you dig your nails into his skin.

“Oh my g- so big!” You pant, as he pushes halfway into you. Just taking half of him gave you the sting you loved so much, and made you feel so good and incredibly full. But you wanted more. You just knew that you’d feel even fuller and better if you had all of him inside of you at once. Plus you knew for a fact that Harry would definitely enjoy having his entire cock engulfed by your pussy. All you had to do was convince him to go deeper. 

Once the both of you calm down a bit, Harry begins thrusting into you, delivering shallow yet powerful thrusts into your cunt as the two of you moan loudly into each others mouths. As he continues to thrust into you though, your thoughts were stuck on him going deeper into you and filling you to the brim. You no longer wanted it, you were now in need of and desperate for it. 

“Deeper, Harry, I want your cock in all the way inside me.” You whine through your moans, slightly pulling away from his mouth in the process. 

"Baby I don't want to hurt you..." He whispers back to you, afterwards reconnecting his lips with yours. Now you would’ve melted into his embrace and continued on enjoying the pleasure he was giving you with his cock; if you hadn’t heard this same exact line all of the other times you’d asked him to go deeper. You loved that he didn’t want to hurt you in this way and you were so lucky to have a caring boyfriend like Harry. But you were a bit over being treated like glass in this aspect, you wanted it rough and deep. This is the time where you had to get a little bratty in order to get what you wanted. And the one thing that would definitely do the trick of flipping the soft and sweet side of Harry off, is his narcissistic side. Especially when you were the one poking and prodding at him and his abilities in the bedroom that he never fell short of defending. So as he continues on thrusting into you, you bring both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pushing his mouth from yours and locking your eyes with his. When you do this, Harry’s thrusts come to a halt and his full attention is on you as you say the one sentence that changes the atmosphere around you both.

"Yeah? How are you gonna hurt me when I can't even feel your cock in me?" You ask, even though you were shaking with each of his thrusts before.  When you say this, you can see Harry’s eyes darken a bit as he takes in what you just said to him. From the outside looking in, there’s an obvious appearance of Harry having all of the power. But in actuality, you had a bit of power yourself. You were able to perfectly piss him off to the point where he could care less about whether or not  he went too deep inside of you. Which was exactly what you wanted. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby?” He asks, picking back up with his thrusts and picking up the speed, you can feel his cock beginning to push in deeper than he’d ever been.

“More…please, right there!” You’re a whining mess under his skillful strokes, continuing to push deeper into you.

“Oh, can you feel me now, baby?” He asks condescendingly, playing into the little game you tried with him. 

“Mhm” You hum pitifully. 

“You sure about that?” He asks. “Gotta get it all the way in my baby, gotta feel it in there.” He pants, pressing down into your stomach while you go back to clawing at his biceps as your mouth just hangs open. Neither of you could believe how deep inside of you he was. You could feel him nudging at the put of your stomach with each and every thrust. Harry on the other hand could not only feel what it was like to be nudging at the deepest part of you, but he could also feel where he was inside of you. With every thrust, Harry could feel his cock nudge at his hand that was on your lower stomach. The both of you were losing your minds from this. “That’s it, only the best cock for my baby.” He’s grunts, continuing to deliver the deepest thrusts he’s ever given you.

“Harder Daddy.” You manage through a whisper. You may have been losing your mind a tiny bit more than Harry. But you were asking for something, making your wishes known. Which meant that Harry had to oblige. 

And that’s certainly what he did. 

From that moment on, Harry had one goal: fuck you, mainly your pussy, sore. And Harry went above and beyond in accomplishing this goal. He was consistent with having a tight grip on your throat as he pounded down into you. He roughly flipped and pushed you into so many positions that your body would definitely be sore in the morning. And most importantly, he mercilessly pounded into you. All you could do was scream from how good it felt to be fully manhandled by him. Your pain kink was definitely being fulfilled. It became so much for you that you were screaming for him to stop. But Harry just ignored all of those cries and kept on fucking you however he wanted. See, the two of you had a little thing going where stop didn’t actually mean stop. The safe word you and Harry came up with meant stop and unless it’s used by either one of you, there would be no stopping whatsoever. And of course, you and Harry had a serious conversation beforehand that solidified you guys’ limits and what was best for the both of you so that this added layer to your sex life could be fully explored and enjoyed. Harry was definitely enjoying it this time. 

“Aww, does it hurt my little slut? Am I too big and for you?” He coos patronizingly after flipping you over so that you’re lying on your back below him again, never once letting up on his rough and deep thrusts.

“Yes daddy!” You cry as little tears streaming down your face from how intense everything was for you. Your legs were quivering as he relentlessly and deliciously pounded into you over and over again. Even though you were beginning to feel a dull throbbing sensation between your legs, the pleasure Harry was giving you was through the roof and you were soaking all of it up. 

“Well that's not my problem now, is it? Just wait until I shove my cock into that cute little ass of yours.” He chuckles cynically as he begins to feel the rumblings of his release forming in the pit of his stomach. As he continued on thrusting, the rumbles got louder and louder, causing his thrusts to become staggered. But to keep going and giving it all to you, Harry began to grind into you, keeping his sore hips tight against you so that his cock would be fully lodged between your walls. You were already extremely close to the edge, but what pushed you right to and almost over was the feeling of the curly hairs surrounding his cock rubbing up against your now beyond buzzing clit as he grinded himself against you. The feeling only made you try to tighten your legs up but Harry was quick to stop you in his tracks. “Keep those legs doll, I'm not done with you just yet.”

“M’gonna cum!” You pathetically whimper out to him, realizing that you weren’t going to be able to hold it in. 

“You're taking me whole and you still manage to look all pretty for me.” He praises, taking in your completely fucked out face qne body, your tearstained cheeks, your just about limp body, and your cute little cries. Now he really wasn’t going to be able to last any longer. “Just let daddy do all the work for his dumb little pup. Daddy’s gonna make his favorite little set of holes cum.” He reassures before wrapping a hand around your throat and going back to delivering power filled blows into you one by one, catapulting you both right off the edge together and into your releases. Not to his surprise, as he floods your stomach and walls with his thick cum, you squirt heavily all over him, getting Harry even more wet with your juices. 

Once you two were all done cumming and squirting, Harry pulls his cock out of your used pussy. Before falling back onto the bed next to you, Harry leans down and gathers some of his saliva in his mouth before spitting it down into yours. He does this a couple more times, each time lauging a bit from your eagerness for more. He then releases your throat and gives your cheeks a couple of small slaps before falling onto the bed next to you. 

“That was fun.” Harry hums happily beside you, relaxing in the fact that this was just the beginning. 

Masterlist

[skzwhoree]

hi ! can you do something with rosé x fem reader, ennemies to lovers, on a kitchen counter ? 👀 no kinks, no dom/sub dynamic (if that's okay), just them being mad at each other, but at least some comfort at the end

lol hi i am back hehe, i loved this idea and i wanted to write it asap, i have been writing this for the past 3 hours now, i hope i didn't drift away from your request, Enjoyyy <3

I'll always love you

Genre- Angst, Enemies to lovers, Smut, Fluff, K-pop!AU (idk correct me if i'm wrong)

Content- Homosex, fingering, Oral (both fem receiving), Mentions of SA, Explicit Language, after sex comfort.

Pairing- Rosé x fem!reader

word count- 2.3k

CONTENT WARNING- CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND USE OF EXPLICIT LANGUAGE (MINORS DNI), PLEASE DNI IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY.

i have listed the content warning already, view at your discretion .

also let me know if i have made any errors i will correct them, english is not my first language.

enjoy bbgs;)

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This is a dream come true.

You never thought that just a mere video of you singing at a friend’s party would blow up enough for YG Entertainment to notice you and not only that, but to approach you with a life changing offer, A chance to debut as BLACKPINK’S fifth member.

You being just stuck with your regular editor’s life, wanted a change, a new chapter to spice up your life. This was the beginning of that chapter; how could you turn it down? But life isn’t easy, you had to leave everything behind and this could end up in complete vain. Getting a job again could be extremely tiring and you didn’t have enough time to waste with your mid-twenties hitting already. What if they eliminate you halfway? What if they are not satisfied with you? Even if you debut, will the fandom accept you? Will you be enough?

All these questions cloud your headspace and suddenly you want to decline the offer, continue your event-less life and accept reality, you call the agency’s office to decline the offer, but they invited you to the workspace instead.

2 days later...

The meeting with YG Entertainment’s creative director was today, you had made up your mind, politely decline the offer and continue with your 9-5 job to save for the future, live like a nobody for the rest of your life.

You enter the mesmerising glass panelled building, so beautiful really. You didn’t even want to blink thinking that wasting even a millisecond on blinking your eyes you cost you to lose the perfect glimpses of the interior.

You reach the reception desk and mention your meeting with the creative director to the fashionably dressed woman, “The Creative director has arranged a training section tour for you, please follow Angeline to the 7thfloor”, extremely confused you inquire about the sudden scheduled tour, “He mentioned about you declining the offer but before that he just wants to show you what you will be missing out on, he wants you to take this as a chance to rethink your decision” after this statement the receptionist gets herself busy with a phone call so she doesn’t have to answer your questions anymore.

The blonde-haired woman who actions you to follow her is allegedly Angeline, seeing she didn’t look Korean you were taken aback from asking her questions, so you quietly followed her to the 7th floor as told, she takes you through a series of grey corridors that had beautiful portraits of artworks and some framed album covers hanging on the walls, engrossed in your observation, you didn’t notice Angeline stop and continued walking which led to you to bump clumsily into her back.

Embarrassed you immediately apologise, she gives no reaction to it and leads you into the dance practice room, which makes the situation irresistibly awkward, looking down and slapping yourself lightly on the head, your curse your stupidity “stupid, stupid ah”, as you look up in slight irritation from yourself, you feel your body relax and diffuse into the air around you because you were not in any other dance room, but the one where all the magic was done, where the four incredibly hot and talented woman practiced their breath-taking choreographies.

And you could too, the huge mirror wall, the camera setup in the corner of the room, the huge door that led to the gym, another huge door that led to the classiest locker room you had ever seen, the blue-ish lighting of the dance studio, the black wooden floor, everything about it was amazing.

As you glared at the beauty of the workspace, Angelina spoke something about the background of the place in a robotic tone, which you paid no attention to. Leaving the dance studio, you were then taken to the music and recording studio, one of the biggest you had seen so far, also far better than what you had imagined, several seating areas, the walls were sound-proof, cushioned with black leathered sound absorbers, advanced music equipment and of course the editing and podcast area.

Angelina proceeded to show you around the several lounge and video recording areas, personal cafeterias, and many more luxurious amenities that the world-famous K-pop girl band was provided with.

When you thought the tour was over you had managed to still rethink your thoughts and resist the urge to give in, your answer was unchanged, you were definitely declining the offer, until-

Angelina took you to a room which you expected to be another lounge area, which it was only, there sat 4 stunningly gorgeous women, Jisoo, Jennie, Lisa and their leader Rosé. The women looking even prettier up closely, you were overwhelmed. The members introduced themselves to you and so did you “h-hello, nice to meet you, I am y/n”

Your answer was a no, up until this very moment, Now- You were all ready to accept the offer, and change your life forever.

The members seemed beyond sweet to you, they talked to you with extreme respect, they all mentioned seeing your viral video and then your audition video, you were nervous at first but it faded away within a few minutes and you could talk to them comfortably, as if they were your old friends.

Waving a bye to the members, you step out of the room to find the CEO of the agency to be standing right in front of you, Taking the opportunity you accepted the offer to debut as the fifth member of the world-wide known K-pop band black pink.

A month later….

This isn’t easy, not that you expected it to be, but because you did not expect it to be this difficult. “y/n it’s a small step, just pull back and jump!” it was 11pm and you were exhausted, the practices ended at 7 for Jennie, Lisa and Jisoo, and here you were- with Rosé practicing overtime just because that one damn step your body won’t allow you to do, “I am trying! Just my body is beyond exhausted to keep going!” you reply to her with a hint of annoyance in your tone, “you better not talk to me like that y/n, I have no interest in staying this late with you, if you are going to debut in our group, being the leader, I have to make sure that you don’t embarrass us” Rosé scolds you, you scoff and tell her to go back to the dorm if she was that uninterested.

Rosé leaves cursing at your stubbornness. You didn’t expect to have such a love-hate relationship with Rosé, she was attractive beyond words could explain, you could spend all day staring at her, the way her body moved, her accent, her swaying blonde hair, her confidence and the way she’d get so easily annoyed with you, you found her adorable, but on the other hand, she’d be so hard to deal with at times, yelling at you, commanding and dominating.

Even so, you felt more love towards her than hatred, her appearance making you day, her smile bringing a sense of life into the room and as much as she hated to admit it, you caught her staring at you with admiration in her eyes several times, enough to ensure you, that there might be something between you two.

She’d find ways to touch your body when you guys practiced alone together, she’d bring her face close to your neck inhaling the vanilla scent of your body and hold your hips to “help you move better”.

As time passed, you felt your feelings growing stronger for Rosé, you wanted her to be all yours, you wanted you kiss her every time she laughed and cuddle into her arms when you felt low.

It was just another day of you practicing alone with Rosé, you were doing so good, all steps were on point and you were listening to her. When you guys took a break, Rosé praised you and asked you to keep up the spirit, as she passed a soft comforting smile to you. You passed the smile back and then continued to plainly stare at her with a gradual eager look, her smile faded slowly and one moment you guys are staring at each other, the other you are making out passionately, eyes closed you kissing her gently but deeply and her kissing you back, she holds your waist and pulls you closer, and you cup her face in your palms.

When something unexpected happens- she pulls away. “Y/N I- I can’t- I can’t do this” she seemed a little nervous and afraid, she quickly picked her bag and sprinted out of the dance studio, leaving you in complete shock. Tears roll down your eyes, “am I not enough for her, did I take it too far?” you whisper to yourself.

The rest 3 months before your final debut on the stage with the members passing in extreme awkwardness between you and Rosé, the rest of the members were confused to see this but no one quite enquired as they thought they’d be interfering with something personal; Rosé and you had caught feelings for each other and it was evident to everyone.

Nevertheless, your debut went better than you had planned and you realised it was finally time you had moved on from the incident that occurred between you and Rosé. You started seeing and hanging out with a well-known male model, but as you started to move on, Rosé’s feelings only deepened, whenever she heard Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa talk about you and your new boyfriend, Rosé couldn’t help but feel her chest burn with pain and anger.

When you kissed her, she was flustered beyond explanation and nervous because she had never felt this way for a girl. She loved you. She decided to not hold her feelings back anymore and confess her love for you and ask for a second chance.

You were still moving out from your apartment, Rosé headed straight to your place but right before she rang your doorbell, she heard something-

y/n- “listen I don’t want you to touch me like this”

bf- “it’s okay, I am your boyfriend, I wouldn’t want to hurt you”

y/n- “but I don’t want to sleep with you yet, I don’t think I’m ready”

bf- “baby, just once, please”

y/n- “leave me, LEAVE ME”

bf- “just once”

Rosé hears you yell in pain and starts ringing the bell and shouting, your bf who was trying to force himself on you leaves you and in attempt to run away jumps from the balcony,(your apartment was on the 2ndfloor so he could’ve broken a bone because you heard him shout an ‘ouch’ unfortunately enough he didn’t die), rushing to the door you open it and see Rosé shouting frantically, at the sight of you being okay, she jumps to hug you, and you hug her back.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N” she yells at you, “I know I fucked up” you reply, completely disappointed with yourself, “ARE YOU REALLY THIS DUMB?” Rosé yells in frustration “WELL THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF I WAS WITH YOU INSTEAD OF THAT BASTARD”

Rosé smashes her lips against yours and kisses you sloppily, you kiss her back and next thing you know, you are bent over the kitchen counter with Rosé sucking on your clit, she runs her tongue all over your bundle of nerves while fingering you with her digits, you hold on her hair and push her face even deeply into your pussy , licking and tasting you while she thrusted her fingers in you at a high pace felt like heaven, didn’t take you long to cum all over her fingers.

She licked your cum off your cunt and the rest that was on her fingers went straight into your mouth for you to taste yourself. “I bet my fingers made you feel better than his 2-inch ever could”, you moan at her words and then turn around to choke her and kiss her, while your other hand slides down to rub her clit, she plays with your nips and licks them pulling away from the kiss, you help her onto the counter and then climb on top of her, pretty soft moans leave her mouth as you sit on her pussy in a scissoring position, rubbing yourself on top of her while you kiss her calves softly and dig into her cunt.

“fuck baby, you make me feel so high” Rosé says as her orgasm approaches, almost yelling when you rub on top of her with more pressure, She comes all over your pussy, without letting each other rest even for a moment you are now in a 69, licking each other clean till you both cum for the second time that night.

Completely exhausted your body still asks for more, Rosé starts licking you again, you twitch as you’re still sensitive from the orgasm “fuck baby, you wanna go again?” “Why? Are 2 orgasms all you can take?” she mocks you, so you start thrusting your tongue in her hole , “oh, Fuck” she moans loudly and you let out a soft chuckle, pushing each other to the limit, you both cum for the third time, after which you finally collapse.

You clean each other and help yourselves to the couch, Rosé buries her face in your neck from the back while she holds you tight, “I am never leaving you now, I’m sorry baby, I made a mistake” she whispers softly in your ear after which she continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulders, “you better not, because I know you’ll always love me and only me” you turn your head slightly and kiss her on her forehead, slowly drifting into slumber.

[glazelilyy]

Luce, could I ask for writing advice please 👉👈

writing advice? aaa i'm not sure i'm the best blog for this but i'll do my best! >:) (i'll try to not base this off of my style, since every writing style is unique!)

before i begin, i want everyone who reads this to keep this thought in mind: there is NO right way to write! everyone's style is different and unique to them, and no one has any right to tell you that your writing isn't proper or "right", because the concept of writing being "right" in a story perspective just doesn't exist. if you have a story to tell, show it in your own way! (but understanding grammar and punctuation, dialogue tones and plot progression can really help you fully convey the story you want to tell and help your readers understand better too!)

use interesting vocabulary

find words that speak to you and incorporate them in your writing! this also helps to diversify your writing and make it interesting as well :D this can also help clearly explain emotions and convey personalities of characters and ideas without needing to explicitly say them

ex (using the word "sad"):

alternatives to "sad": sorrowful, melancholic, dismayed, petulant, crushed, despaired, heartbroken, numb, frigid, somber, listless

if you look up the meaning of each word, they all convey different emotions though tie back to the general feeling of "sad" in the end. for example, "listless" is defined as "(of a person or their manner) lacking energy or enthusiasm", whereas "petulant" is defined as "(of a person or their manner) childishly sulky or bad-tempered". both convey the general emotion of sadness with different connotations. using diverse vocab adds a twist to your writing and also helps to better convey your story/emotions!

i'm including some resources to help with vocabulary if anyone's interested :) (they're ones i often use myself and find helpful!)

thesaurus.com -> basically an online thesaurus, type in a word and it'll find a bunch of unique synonyms for you to use!

onelookthesaurus -> this one is super helpful! you can type in words and phrases and it'll give you alternatives with more depth!

show, don't tell

this is a principle that my writing teacher often hammered into my class' brains. when you show something, you paint a picture in the reader's mind and immerse them more into the story, whereas just telling the reader what was happening eliminates that sense of connection they have to the plot and/or characters. it's important to note that telling isn't "bad", and is best used when you want to convey quicker passages or time or ideas/concepts that aren't as important to the overall story or meaning.

ex:

the happy boy walked down the street

this sentence conveys exactly what is happening and is no more than it's supposed to be: just a happy boy walking down a street

vs

he sauntered down the street, head high, shoulders rolled, and smile more vibrant than the sweltering gaze of the noon sun

this sentence adds immersion to the mix: the reader is able to visualize someone who is obviously happy without the author needing to explicitly say so.

new character speaking = new paragraph

this helps both organize your writing and helps the reader understand who exactly is talking. another thing to note is that it's always especially helpful to make clear of which dialogue is which characters :)

play around with some literary devices!

literary devices, depending on your point of view, can be fun to experiment with in writing! want to convey a deep, emotion point without actually saying the concept out loud? try a metaphor, simile, or even a juxtaposition! going back to "show don't tell", it's also a helpful way to do exactly that: show, and not tell. literary devices help convey ideas, concepts, and information in unique ways, so if you're fond of more "dream-like" storytelling, i'd suggest you take a look at some literary devices and see which ones you like! :)

here's a list of them that i found hehe -> boop

tell a story that YOU want to tell

writing is always defined by the author. whatever you write for, it should always be a story that you want to tell. i know on tumblr many accounts can ask for requests, and if you're comfortable with taking requests then go for it!! but it's important to note that if you don't see anything among the requests that you really like, don't force yourself to write it. storytelling and writing will always be defined by an author's will and sacrificing your desires for the sake of others won't be any good. this is your pen and paper, and you can write anything your heart desires (within reason)*!

*obviously i mean don't write anything illegal PFBFBT

i think this is all the advice i have to share, i'm not exactly a professional or qualified writer, but i've been writing for a long time and i'm more than happy to share with you all that i've found out in the time in between :) if you have any questions, feel free to send an ask in! (i hope this helps you mika, and anyone else who takes my advice!! <3)

[fruitsilly]

10 people you want to know better (tagged ppl are under no obligation to do this <3!!)

thank you jude @pansyfem for tagging me! this looks like fun :3

relationship status: single, but heavily lushing/meshing (the sensual/alterous equivalents of crushing respectively) on this guy in my class at uni rn. and i really. Really want him to be my boyfriend holy fucking shit he's so cute. anyways. i also have a milder squish on a girl who's also in my class. i have two exes but i am aromantic and since they were romantic relationships which needed reciprocation they didn't work out. i am still friends with one of my exes (who's also arospec) tho so it's all good!! :•D

favourite colours: my top 5 fave colours are

green

purple

pink

yellow

blue

in that order :)

favourite foods: ough pasta. any kind of pasta really but i am especially partial to lasagne. i also love cheese and pizza. oh and how could i forget!!! millionaire's shortbread!!

song stuck in my head: TOXIC BY BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!!!!!! although before this it was the borgia family horrible histories song :)

last thing you googled: i use firefox bc im swag so technically i duckduckgo'ed this Anyways. i searched for the tv show "you" bc i saw a gifset from that show featuring a lady i am incredibly bi for and i was like 👀 will i have to watch this now

time: 9.32PM (im gonna write the time of posting this bc i wrote this in my notes app)

dream trip: spain or scotland!! spain bc im learning spanish and scotland bc it's just such a lovely country <3

last thing you read: "the children" by lucy kirkwood! it's a play im reading for my course :)

last book you enjoyed reading: ugh i haven't had the capacity to actually sit down and read a physical book for... too long it's been ages. it's mostly to do with my disabilities and time :( i started reading good omens on my phone but i didn't finish it (i like it so much better than the show lmao). but the actual physical book i read last was "death sets sail" by robin stevens, the final book in her "murder most unladylike" series. ough. ive been with that book series from literally the very beginning. id highly recommend 👍

favourite thing to cook/bake: sadly i don't do enough cooking or baking to know but what i have made is fudge which was quite fun! ive also made a delicious cheesy pasta bake hehe

favourite craft to do in your free time: again. i haven't had the capacity or time to actually make any art since like... march, so, 7 months. yeesh. i miss making digital art. id like to pick it up again but idk when that'll be. id also like to try and get a badge maker bc i have loads of ideas but ugh time is a problem. im just so busy at uni.

most niche dislike: im sure there's Something since im autistic and autism is the Strong Opinions Disorder but nothing's coming to me atm [shrugs]

opinion on circuses: ive only been to one in my life and i really enjoyed it apart from the clowns who i found scary but i was like 8 i think. im less scared of clowns now. also the general aesthetics of them fuck severely

do you have any sense of direction: hardly lol! i have a great photographic memory so even going a certain route once with someone who knows the way i can remember it HOWEVER i am utter shit at finding my way with a map on my own. google maps is always open when im trying to find a place and even then i frequently go in the wrong direction or miss a turning. i just cannot translate distance on a digital map to irl distance. don't even get me started on using a traditional map bc g-d above. id end up more lost than i was before. im excellent at just confusing the hell out of myself <3

tagging: @sillyspooky @skylightz @bromantically @transgenderpolyhedrals @folderone @gir-posting @nvr-pass-spookier-version @heartslobbf @taikacohen @laymedowninsheetsoflinen (plus anyone who sees this and wants to do it just say i tagged you ^_^). again no obligation to do this !! :)