#I don't understand the falling in love as soon at first sight though

[lilacgaby]

katsuki didn't expect to be here today.

with you, a gorgeous woman at that, laid in his arms. found passed out in the meadows, a flower bed beneath the two of you. time still, wind blowing through your bodies as you rested.

he had been out hunting, blowing off smoke. annoyed at his current situation of being forced to marry a woman he didn't know, one who'd likely never love him. one he knew he'd never love.

a life of loveless marriage, one he was raised under, scared him more than he'd pray tell.

he'd rushed out quickly, barging through the servants, the large doors, and his grand estate. only his bow and sword on him as he trekked through. familiar lands enveloped him, but the sight of you didn't. more importantly, the sight of you, who had started falling.

he was moving before he realized, catching you in muscled arms, the sad crunches of ruined flowers beneath him. though none compared to the sight of the one he held now.

his bow and sword discarded, hands moving out of instinct to wipe the tears off of your face. it was clear you weren't supposed to be out here, your dress one of a high noble, silks too expensive for a common folk to afford. a satchel.. one that bore an emblem that seemed all too familiar. thoug it didn't take his full attention. his body seemed all to keen to focus on you, his chest sought to match your breaths, hearts beating in tandem.

you awoke just a few moments later, eyes wide at the sight of him. he settled you next to him, as you spoke to him. "thank you, i don't know what came over me." you spoke gently, a tone of unconfidence as you looked down at your hands. a ring on your finger.

though it looked unfit on you.

"i understand." he replied gruffly, picking up his weapons behind him, hands feeling antsy to be occupied at the sight of the gorgeous stranger in front of him. "bad feelings 've been in the air lately, it seems."

you looked up at him finally, allowing him to get a clear view of your face. with eyes puffy, lips swollen and bitten, and cheeks red. he fought off a smile, this wasn't the time to be thinking of how cute you looked.

you let out a sigh of sorrow. "it's been getting to all of the heirs of age, it seems."

he held you for a minute longer, hands grasped together tightly, wordless comfort based of mutual understanding given. neither of you said anything, but you both felt like you needed it. he knew it in the way you didn't want to let him go. and you knew it in the way he didn't. it was hard for him to pull away, but he knew he had to.

after a beat, he stood up. lowering a hand to you. "no sense in worrying about the inevitable," you smiled slightly and took his hand. "right."

he looked at the sun, it was slowly falling, prime hunting time. "you should head back to wherever you came, it'll be night soon." you nodded, and brought a bag up from the floor, you opened it, and a bracelet was in your palms.

you handed it to him, the red ruby of the beads matching his eyes as they shinned in the sun. "take this, please."

he was taken aback, seemingly unaware of why you would do this for him. he tried pushing your hand away, but it was unrelenting. a stubborn look in your eyes and he rolled his, sliding it onto his wrist.

he moved to leave, when you grabbed your wrist. it was out of impulse, he felt the internal panic in your stance, your mouth hung open slightly, though no words escaping. finally though, you manage a weak, "your name?"

for the first time since his arrangement, he laughed. laughed at the simplicity of the gesture, at your expression, at his situation.

with a boyish smile, he rested your hand at your side, touch lingering for a second too long. "call me katsuki."

he turned to leave, feet feeling a little more heavy now, knowing he was walking away from you. someone he seemed to get along with so easily.

you yelled your name after him, the crunches of the grass underneath your shoes fading away too. you were gone now.

he looked back at you, feeling the beads of the bracelet under nimble fingers, before squeezing it in his palm.

the hunting went poorly, he was too distracted to aim. the night went painstakingly fast, the arrival of the family, his wife, the agenda for the day.

uncomfortable traditional clothes felt even heavier now, the chains of being binded to someone he didn't know being heavier than any chain he could break physically.

his head that was slumped on the table was now forced up, his mother kicking him in the foot to remind him to at least try and be polite. he sighed, a feeling of dread hanging over him as the footsteps neared.

each one was sealing his fate, the door click the nail in the coffin.

but all his negativity vanished, all poor thoughts ceasing at the sight of you. your eyes were just as wide as his, your hand over your face in shock. the entourage beside you confused at your expression.

"madam?"

"katsuki?" you whispered under your breath.

though he managed to hear you. how could he not when you demanded his attention so seamlessly?

but now it was his turn to be speechless. speechless at the prospect of your rank, of your arrival,

and at the realization that he'd be married to you.

tags: @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @exoticrasin @lavendarstarz @hisonlyobsession @i-the-fluffo @cookielovesbook-akie @frosted-flakes @irenne-stans @lulumi1u @bakunis @twirlyphim @drawingforshitsandgiggles

[nackrosor]

~Your Wish~

(Part 3/3)

Part 1 - Part 2

Brahms Heelshire x nanny!Reader

warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con (with very dubious p in v), power dynamics, mommy issues, Brahms is a perv through and through

word count: 2,9k.

author's notes: this is the filthiest thing I've ever written, I swear. I tried to imbue this with all my naughtiness lmao I hope it was enough! Also, here's some art I made 'cause I'm that generoussss. I hope you enjoy the food! Bon appétit! 🤤🌹

"Did I scare you, Y/N? I didn't mean to..." 

He grimaced at the way his child voice came out broken and less convincing than usual, but in his state, even simply speaking was a feat.

You had been sluggishly fighting against his persistent grip on you, yet once you heard him speak, a loud gasp of shock escaped you, and your body stiffened under his. The way you tensed up made your back arch and your ass stick out even more. His focus shifted to your half-clad bottom, which was hovering only inches from his face. The drenched fabric of your panties had somehow stuck to the side, teasing him - torturing him - with that mouthwavering sight of you. 

Oh, what a struggle it was for him to refrain from seeking your heat again and then shoving himself inside you, once and for all. He was shivering with restraint while proceeding to keep you pinned to the mattress. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back, though.

He wanted you to know who he was before he finally and thoroughly claimed you as his. His pride somehow exceeded his yearning.

"B-Brahms...?" You hesitantly whispered his name, hoping to catch a glimpse of him behind your shoulder. You could only make out a dark silhouette in your peripheral vision, for both the darkness of the room and his tight clasp prevented you from seeing anything else. "How-? W-what?"

Your voice was a little louder this time, and you sounded sharper. He also noticed with satisfaction that you were now remaining still under his hold. That was good. It would make things easier. He'd prefer not to fight you, not to force you... But if you were to refuse him... He would not hold back... He couldn't...

"You don't have to be alone anymore in this big, scary house." 

He made sure to stress out the last words, the same ones you used when you had confided your wish to the doll. He wanted you to understand… That wicked side of him wanted you to realise that he had always been there, watching you, listening in on you... That you have never truly been alone.

"Aren't you happy?"

He couldn't hide the impatience in his voice. His palm pressed harder onto your spine, imperceptibly rubbing up and down, seeking your touch. He found himself edging closer to you, his mask nearly touching your asscheek, his other hand ready to commit another despicable sin, the worst one yet.

“Let me see you? Please?"

He stopped in his tracks, momentarily stunned by your words.

You had asked so sweetly, your voice such a gentle caress to his ears, how could he have declined your request? After all, he had longed to have those gorgeous eyes of yours fall on him, finally seeing him, since the first day. And what would have been better than having you looking at him as he ravished you? Watching lust twist your features, the pleasure - he was igniting in you - flooding your lovely eyes. A shuddering breath escaped his lips as the vivid image arose in his mind, aggravating the torture.

Brahms loosened his grip, allowing you to turn around and lie on your back. As soon as your eyes met his, you let out another loud gasp. His gut flipped at the way your wide eyes flitted across his mask, chest, thighs, taking him all in.

You saw him. You were looking at him. Ah, what a dream... What a dream come true...

He wondered what was going through your pretty little head. How did it make you feel to know that the kid's voice you've occasionally heard reverberating through the mansion over the past few weeks hadn't come from a possessed doll or an imprisoned spirit... But from him. Your Brahms, in flesh and blood.

“B-Brahms…”

The way you tentatively called his name while looking up at him like a deer in the headlights was pure bliss.

He nodded enthusiastically in response and drew closer to you. His gaze flickered from your face to your hand, which he noticed slowly reaching up in his direction. He jerked back instantly out of reflex, frightened like a beaten dog meeting a loving hand for the first time, but as soon as he realized there was no threat in your intentions, he leaned back in and allowed you to touch his mask. Oh, how he yearned to feel your soft palm caressing his wounded cheek... to feel your gentle touch skin on skin… But that would have to be enough for the moment.

Now that he had your full attention. Now that you knew who he was and that no harm would come from him… with your eyes staring up at him with such awe and wonder… 

He couldn't wait any longer. 

His hand eagerly slipped between your thighs, fingers greedily seeking your heat. He caught with utmost satisfaction the way your eyes widened again, your lips parting to let out a shocked cry; you looked so adorable… so desirable… so vulnerable…

He kept his ever-attentive gaze fixed on you, desperate to catch your every reaction, as he stroked your wet folds and teased your entrance.

“W-what are you… Ah!~”

A tremor pierced him as he felt your body tremble so sharply when he easily entered you, triggering a loud whine from you as he drove his fingers deep into your walls.

His breathing was extremely shallow, and he could see your chest raise and fall as you began panting as well; the sight only served to add fuel to his burning desire, leaving him eager to make you cry and shiver just like that over and over again. 

His movement against you was firm but frantic, fueled by his long-repressed need, which was causing him to shudder and whimper as he fingered you. He had no idea what he was doing, but your moans and squeals were guiding and urging him to keep hitting that spongy spot deep inside you which seemed to make you scream the loudest.

“N-no… W-w-wait…”

Your hands shakily reached down to seize his and halt his actions, but he quickly grasped your wrists and pinned them both on your belly, holding them down with one palm while continuining on driving his fingers back and forth, unrelentingly, into you. He could tell you liked it, the lewd sounds you were making told him as much. He knew his actions were pleasing you. Your cunt was so wet, and your walls welcomed his long fingers with such hunger, swallowing them fully with each push.

How would it feel to sink inside you? To have your tight, spongy walls suck and squeeze his cock dry? Would his cum leak back out? It always did when he used his doll, the one he had turned to look just like you… He constantly had to push his fluids back inside the hole…

“Brahms... S-stop… Ah!”

Your broken whimpers sounded so cute. You were so cute. What were you asking of him? Certainly not to stop. Not that he would or could. The feeling of making you squirm under his touch was intoxicating, a feeling he had just discovered and yet couldn't get enough of. He had already grown addicted. The sight of you laying there completely vulnerable, completely his, was filling him with such a rush of euphoria. 

He released your wrists, disregarding the way you immediately but weakly started tugging at his hand again in protest. Instead, he reached down to his trousers, letting out a deep guttural grunt when he felt the dampness of the material, soaked with his seed. Leaked precum? Or did he burst into his pants without even realising? It didn't matter. His cock was hard and throbbing when he grabbed it, ready to slip out of the restraining cloth and finally sink inside you… He couldn’t wait, oh no, he couldn’t wait anymore-

“I said stop!” 

His entire body shuddered violently, and his senses suddenly sharpened as if he had just awoken from a trance. Both his hands abruptly came to a halt.

He wasn't sure if he was shaking more from the thrill your imposing tone caused in him or the excruciating hunger that was gnawing at him, demanding to be satiated. Possibly both combined given the intensity of the tension that had taken hold of his body.

Brahms stared at you with bated breath and childish fear, like a misbhehaving boy caught in the act of some deplorable deeds by his strict mother. He didn't dare to make a sound nor move an inch as he waited to be scolded.

A strange glint passed your eyes, one that he could barely catch, let alone decipher. However, your entire demeanour seemed to alter abruptly in response to his reaction.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He gasped. A flood of dread shook his entire being and made his stomach churn upon hearing your stern tone. Did he upset you? Were you angry at him? He couldn't bear it. Oh no… He only wished to please you... Only ever wished to please you...

"What were you doing, mh?" 

Brahms vehemently shook his head, his panicked gaze glued on your hard look. 

“Brahms.”

Your commanding tone made him shudder again. He cowered, crouching down and dropping his head on your lap. He didn't dare admit what he was about to do, what he had been doing long before you woke up.

"Brahms!"

He felt your hands pull on his arms, but he only pressed his head further against you, burying his face in your womb, his whimpers muffled by your skin. His hands reached to your sides, holding you vehemently but not threateningly. He wanted to show you how good he was. How good he could be for you. He was sorry. Yes. He was terribly sorry. He would never upset you again.  

"Please…" He pleaded in his childish voice, nuzzling his forehead into your belly.

"Please, what?"

He tightened his grip on your sides and cried again, "Pleaseee… I need you…" 

His meekness only increased as you delayed to answer. His hands cradled your body, fingers clutching desperately at your nightgown and creasing the material. His head anxiously swayed back and forth as he rubbed his mask against you.

"Use your real voice."

Another tremor shook his body and he quickly obeyed your command. 

"I need you."

His voice came out low and hoarse, such a stark contrast to his childish tone. It caused a vibration in your tummy. He could feel how your body shivered in reaction. 

Raising his head to meet your gaze, he noticed that your eyes had widened significantly. Was it because of his voice? The way he begged? Did you like it? He could beg you again and again in his real voice, if it pleased you so. If that meant you’d let him have you.

"I need you, please…" 

His fingers travelled slowly along your sides, gingerly getting closer to your panties again, quivering with impatience and constraint. He kept his imploring look on you as he stroked his fingertips on the damp fabric before slipping them inside to rub against your folds once more. 

He saw your eyelids flutter and your chest rise harshly as you took a deep breath.

He whimpered as he felt your fingers weave into his curls and then capture them abruptly in a tight clasp.

"Lay down, Brahms." 

He merely lingered for a moment to process what you had requested of him. Then he did it. He lay down on the mattress without question. Eager to please you. Desperate to be in your good graces. He would do anything for you. 

His entire body was trembling with anticipation, a deep-seated urge to be touched threatening to overtake him as you climbed on top of him, claiming his former position. His body craved your touch so badly, yet he had to wait until you decided to put him out of his misery.

“You’re such a naughty boy. You know that?”

When he felt your weight on him and your groin sitting directly on his bulge, he felt his breath catch in his throat and his hips buck up instinctively. Only his unbuttoned pants separated his arousal from your heat.

He was losing his mind…

"Nobody ever taught you that's not how good boys are supposed to behave, mh?"

More whimpers flowed from his parted lips as you began to grind against him, painfully slowly but with force. He struggled to keep his eyes open and locked in yours; his quivering hands went up to hold your hips, seeking to control your movements, but you intercepted them and forced them down on the pillow on either side of his face. He let you keep them still.

"Please…"

"I will teach you… Yes, yes... I will teach you. Bad boys never get their way, no matter how much or how long they beg."

Brahms had always obtained whatever he wanted since he was a little boy. If he couldn't have it, he'd take it himself. But he wasn't going to admit it to you. He merely groaned and twitched in response, every inch of his body ignited by your leisurely and frustrating movement against him.

He craved being inside you... To spill his load deep within your core... but he was so worked up… he had been holding back for so long, too long… and the way you moved was so rousing, provoking him just enough to…

His body abruptly convulsed underneath you, a deep sigh of relief escaping from his lips as a dark and large wet stain appeared on the material of his trousers. All of the desire coursing through him reached a fever pitch that consumed every inch of his body.

He had never experienced such an intense and violent orgasm before. He had jerked off numerous times, but cumming never felt so good... 

Brahms was still trembling and panting when his eyes opened again to meet yours. You had stopped moving when he started spasming. Even in the dark, he could see the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes were wide and glazed as they stared down at him, your own breath coming in short. 

"F-Fuck-"

His eyes were fixed on you, watching you as you gulped and shivered, clearly shaken by what had just happened. Your gaze kept darting back and forth between his pants and mask. When he felt your hands release his wrists, he pulled yours back, drawing you forward and causing you to fall on top of him with a yelp.

Brahms buried his face into the crook of your neck. Your scent was stronger than before, his nostrils filled with your natural aroma. His fingers trailed over your skin, feeling how clammy it was and relishing the way you shivered at the touch. He moved on along the curve of your neck until he reached the edge of your nightgown and peeled it down without hesitation, this time dragging it low enough to prevent it from rolling back up. The sight of your breasts made his stomach flip, just like it had done the first time. His body started to become stiffer once more. 

“Again…” he whispered breathlessly as he lifted your torso so you could sit on his lap just like before, straddling his groin. He could feel himself getting harder all over again. He could not possibly resist you.

"B-Brahms?"

His hands greedily mapped your body, groping every curve and dip they found. His touch soon became frantic and urgent.

"Again, again, again!"

He hastily freed his growing erection from his pants and without giving you time to register what was happening, he seized your waist and pulled you down onto him. 

At last, you had become one. 

The quiet room filled with both his and your moans of pleasure, which only grew louder as Brahms started guiding your hips up and down, each time with greater force, allowing him to fully sink into you. You were so warm, and the way your tight walls clenched around his cock was more intoxicating than he could have anticipated. It was maddening. The sound of your cunt slapping against his groin was the the best sound he had ever heard. He mentally added it to the list of pleasures he had so quickly become addicted to and sought to experience again and again and again...

He was a mess of sweat and whimpers and tremors, and so were you. 

Ah, to finally have you! To finally take you as his! This was everything he had ever dreamed and yearned for. You would never be alone or feel lonely again, and neither would he! 

Please you night and day, whenever and wherever! That's what he intended to do.

Oh, yes. 

He will be such a good boy for you.

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[n3ptoonz]

Hi I’m a bit embarrassed to say this lol, that’s why I’m anonymous. Can you please write headcanons for Bi Han, Liu Lang, Geras, Tomas and Raiden with someone who uh, really really likes to suck their cockk 🫣

😳

i sure as hell can anon🫦

Sub-Zero

knowing bi han stubborn ass he's gonna claim it gets in the way whenever you ask more often than not, but as soon as he picks up on your fixation...you can literally do no wrong

most times he takes control, other times the dome is so overwhelmingly good he grunts constantly and gets lightheaded, but don't tell nobody 🤫

you'd be surprised with the amount of praise he gives you. it would even go to point of him noticing differences and similarities between present and past with how skilled you were. leave it up to him to make everything into fighting terms (he doesn't know how to express his emotions give him a moment😹)

Liu Kang

at a loss for words tbh. he knew you loved getting intimate with him but specifically giving him oral caught him off guard. this is only bc he's used to being dominant and making sure your pleasure comes first that he's like woah, you're quite eager there 😲

he wouldn't be one to deny you though. in a way he's still prioritizing your pleasure since you are indeed receiving it from giving him head, and was not one to ever complain!

he's not one to have or show his ego, but damn, the lewd sounds that come from your mouth and the sight of you clearly enjoying yourself does make him feel like the luckiest god there is. to have you all to himself in this portion of his lifetime is the absolute highlight and he'll never forget it

Geras

ik geras isn't some giant monster man but he absolutely has a giant monster co-

you can barely even reach past the middle, and you want to keep doing that? okay, he thinks, by all means do what makes you both happy in the end

secretly worried for your jaws and sometimes your throat. he's gonna keep asking if you're okay and would prob be very confused/concerned if tears started falling from trying to take all of him. you gotta explain it's all part of the process and you enjoy it. he might not ever understand everything about mortals, but he sure loves the pleasure while he learns

Smoke

i 1000% believe that tomas is super sensitive around his dick. like, regular sex is already one thing. but...superb head from you? he MIGHT just die

theoretically speaking you wouldn't be able to pin him down while you suck him off but a girl can dream, let's throw logic out the window real quick. he'd lose his fucking mind and start muttering praises in czech

he does prefer to pleasure you BUT who would he be to say no to you?? he gets bomb head on a regular basis and a hot partner to do it. he wouldn't even have time to ask you for it because you keep telling him you will/you want to. if you really bout it, you'll discover he'd definitely be into getting oral in a secluded public space like the bathroom or training room

Raiden

like i always say, he may come off as a shy cutie (which he is) BUT when that dark side comes out it's over

i feel like he's a switch. so, whenever you ask if you can do a lil vacuum action it always starts the same way, but never ends the same way

it starts with him shyly agreeing letting you do your thing then bam, he either starts pushing your head down more and makes you go at the pace he wants OR you're just too good and make him squirm, buck, whine, and tremble. it's always a gamble but hey, i like these odds, don't you? you two equally go back and forth with pleasuring each other and he even worries he'd get selfish but like who cares mf im tryna hear you 😮‍💨

[zigrethsnotebook]

Hi!! I have to say that I suspect that your fics inspire me to some ideas. Eheh, it turns out that this happens. I have a request, I hope you like it. Girl-Reader and Ford. The reader is quite withdrawn, she is not afraid of people, she just does not like when there are many of them. She spends a lot of time outdoors with a guitar and… sings to all sorts of cryptids and mythical creatures. She is not interested in them from a scientific point of view, she treats them as something ordinary. She is not afraid of Gobblewonker, playdopuses, griffins and so on, and these cryptids themselves over time begin to behave quite peacefully and calmly near her. The reader is a bit of a Cryptid Whisperer)) She does not care at all, she just likes to sing in nature, the company of all sorts of creatures does not bother her. And at some point Ford notices that the girl is trying to stay away from people and closer to the forest. And when he sees the Reader singing for Gobblewonker, he wonders if she is a cryptid too? Or a half-breed? Are there half-breeds? And he starts following her, taking notes and simply falling in love. And the Reader starts noticing him often and doesn't understand why he is following her? This continues until one day she just calls him closer to her, since he is here anyway, it is better to sit on a blanket and not in the bushes, right? And that's how they get to know each other. I wrote a lot again, although the idea itself is stupidly simple, I really apologize for this! I hope you like the request) have a good time of day and inspiration to you!

oh my god, this is such a cute idea, i love it a lot actually!!

Are you a Siren?

Ford x Reader

words: 2,430

tags: sfw, fluff

The sun was shining through your window as you woke up, immediately lifting your mood, even before getting up. You knew it was going to be a good day with weather like that. In a couple of practised movements you got dressed and made yourself breakfast.

Work was equally great, surprisingly. You worked as a waitress in the local diner which means you have to interact with customers every day. And some of those people just love to be difficult. Not today though. It was just the regulars and everyone was in an equally good mood because the weather had finally cleared again.

The last week had been nothing but rain and thunder so basically the entire town was outside today, soaking in the sun. It was nice. But, as always, the longer your workday went on, the more exhausted you felt from having to talk to people and put on a smile for them.

When your shift was finally over you quickly got home to dress more casually and then went out into the woods. You took a thick blanket to sit on, because the ground would surely still be wet. You also brought your guitar.

When you found a nice spot on a little clearing, far away from the troubles of the towns-people, you spread your blanket and sat down, leaning your back against a tree.

You basked in the sunlight for a few moments. Soon, some little critters jumped out of the woods onto the clearing, sniffing in your direction and ever so carefully moving closer to you. You didn’t see them at first with your eyes closed and your face turned upwards.

You only noticed when one of them sniffed your hand and you could actually feel the air move against it. It wasn't too surprising though, you had come to this place many times and most of the woodland creatures knew your scent by now.

Without moving your hand away you opened your eyes to look at the animal. It was a Beard Cub with two more close behind it. You smiled and turned your hand around. "Aw, are you looking for some after shave? Sorry, I don't have any with me."

At that the Cub turned and scuttled away from you, the other two following close behind. You chuckled at the sight, those creatures always looked so silly. After another moment you decided it was time for your guitar. You pulled it into your lap and began tuning it.

When you decided that the chord sounded good, you started on a simple melody, something that would warm your vocal cords up.

Watch the sunrise along the coast As we're both getting old I can't describe what I'm feeling And all I know is we're going home So, please don't let me go Don't let me go And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay All I know is you're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

During that first verse you heard some twigs crack behind you. You didn’t look though, you knew the creature doesn't like being looked at.

Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh I wish I could live through every memory again Just one more time before we float off in the wind And all the time we spent waiting for the light to take us in Have been the greatest moments of my life

As you sang, more and more creatures poked their heads out of the forest, looking for the source of the music. You spotted a big creature that looked like some sort of goblin or something. In another corner, you saw a little plaid coloured platypus. You smiled.

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay You're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh

By the time you finished the song, many creatures had gathered around you at varying distances. The big Goblin-like thing stayed furthest away. Maybe because it knows that the others are afraid of it.

You looked around and spotted something that looked like a mix between a Leprechaun and a unicorn. A little more to the left you saw a few fairies sitting on a few mushrooms and quietly throwing up for some reason. If they didn’t like your singing they could just fly away, right?

"What do you say, guys? Do you want me to sing another song?" Most of the creatures made some kind of noise of agreement and you went back to it, placing your fingers on the strings and singing another song.

You'll fall asleep with your head on the grass And your eyes so heavy, they'll weigh you down when you laugh You ran to me and said, "Baby, I can't rest" I told you no one in this world has either, we're blessed

As you sang you continued to look around, the creatures had by now more or less become your friends. You knew they liked you or they wouldn't flock to you like this. All of them sat or laid on the ground, their eyes closed and smiles on their faces. At least all of the ones that could smile.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm feelin' it too, ooh

Here and there you caught one of the creatures fall asleep to the sound of your voice. You didn’t blame them, it was the perfect day for a nap in the woods to some live music.

I was wonderin' if you'd like to come inside And sit with me so I don't die I love you so and I'll never let you go And may the Lord be with you no matter where you go

You let your gaze wander around the clearing again. You spotted some Gnomes scattered between the other creatures, some of them were laying on their stomach and kicking their feet. You also spotted some weirdly shaped ducks, a winged octopus sitting in a tree, the man who's been following you and the beard cubs again.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh I'm feelin' it too, ooh

You took a deep breath after you finished the song and heard some of the Gnomes applauding softly. You thanked them quietly, not wanting to wake the creatures that had fallen asleep.

Your gaze landed on that man again. The one who's been following you? Yeah. Somehow, he always found you when you decided to relax in the forest. You didn’t mind all that much anymore, but you used to. The first few times had really freaked you out.

You had been scared to go home as much as you were scared to stay. These creatures would never hurt you, you knew that much. But a random man? Way scarier.

But he never did anything. Always kept away from you, never leaving the treeline when you sat in the clearing. He never said anything, never made any sudden movements. The first few times, he left before you did. Once, you left first. You could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest.

By that time you had more or less accepted him as one of the creatures, but having to go before him made all your worries bubble up again. You were convinced he'd follow you home. But he didn’t. Didn’t even get up at all. He just sat there and watched you leave. Somehow, that had eased your worries a little.

When you sang, he held the same expression as all the creatures did. Just pure bliss and contentment. You even caught him dozing off once. It was actually kind of cute, with his glasses all crooked, almost falling off of his face.

Right now though? He was scribbling something in his notebook again. It was a big red one that he always carried with him when he was here. Sometimes you wondered what he was writing in it. It had to be almost full by this point.

Today, you were in such a good mood that you decided to finally talk to him. He was a regular human guy after all! At least as far as you could tell. And if he actually was another creature of the forest? Even better.

"Hey, Mister. You don't need to hide from me, you know that, right?" You looked directly at him so that when he looked up and found your gaze on him, he jumped back slightly. It made you chuckle. Did he really think you hadn't noticed him?

"Why don't you sit with me and show me what you've been writing in that notebook of yours all this time?" His eyes widened in excitement. He got up and took a step closer to you but then halted abruptly. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just... Are you a Siren?"

You leaned your head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "What?" The question came out as a chuckle, because you found his worry a little ridiculous.

He looked around awkwardly and swallowed thickly. "If you are then I would put myself in grave danger getting closer to you." You chuckled some more. "I'm not a siren." He went to take another step and then retracted his leg again.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Now this was just getting ridiculous. "Well, if I was a Siren, why wouldn't I just sing a song and compel you to come over here?" Surely, he couldn't argue against that.

"Is that not what you've been doing?" You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What makes you say that?" The man played with the edges of his book a little, thinking his words over.

"I... About two months ago I was sitting outside on my porch when I heard the most beautiful voice echoing through the forest. Naturally, I wanted to find the source and there you were. In the same spot you're in now."

He gestured towards you as he said that. "I wanted to approach you further right then but I managed to stop myself and instead tried to study you." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Study you? You weren't that interesting.

"I've been trying to figure out whether or not you're a siren since that first day but I just can't figure it out. You draw all these creatures, me included, in with your song. I mean, look at the Gremloblin over there." He pointed at the big goblin-like creature.

"I have never seen him this relaxed. He almost killed my research assistant once." The man turned back to you with a sigh. "I just don't know. I don't understand you at all. Because. If you aren't a siren, then how are we all so drawn in by you and why do you have such an incredible effect on everyone?"

He looked so distraught and you couldn't help but smile at him again. "I guess you just really underestimate the power of music." His eyes locked with yours and you patted the blanket next to you. "Come on. I won't bite. I promise."

Hesitantly, he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the blanket. You leaned over your guitar and pointed at his notebook. "Aren't you gonna show me?"

The poor man's face flushed a bright red at the request. "I-I... I don't think that would be a good idea." He tried to move the book away from you and you pouted at him. "Show me, or I'll never sing in this forest again."

That got quite the rise out of a lot of the creatures surrounding you both. You even heard one of the Gnomes shout: "Just show her your damn drawings you idiot!" You chuckled at the reaction. They really enjoyed having you here, huh?

He swallowed and slowly opened it up. It was page after page of drawings of you with your guitar. On some there was some text.

Siren? Calming Siren? Is there such a thing as a Siren that doesn't hunt but just sings for the sake of singing? - Heavens, she is beautiful. - Her voice is angelic. - Is the risk of dying at the hand of a siren really worth it? Well, if I get to see and hear her one more time, then yes.

You blushed a bright crimson at all the drawings and compliments that were scattered on the pages. After a moment you looked up at him again to find his cheeks equally red.

"Oh my god." You breathed the words, your voice not quite with you. A panic went through the man. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you... o-or be weird or anything. I-I honestly didn’t think you'd ever see this. And if you're really not- Oh, no. You are just a normal human aren't you? Oh, Lord. I am so sorry. This must be so strange-"

You put a hand on his shoulder, which immediately shut him up, looking at you with wide eyes. "I am... flattered. Those drawings are really pretty. And I am... happy... that you enjoy listening to my singing so much."

The man looked like he was about ready to cry from embarrassment. You smirked at him. "It would have been a lot easier to just ask me out though." The guy cringed at being called out like that and you just laughed and leaned back against the tree.

It took you singing a whole song before you realized that you never introduced yourself to the man. You did and he told you his name was Stanford Pines. You could have sworn you saw a Stanford Pines in the diner a couple of times, but that guy looked nothing like him.

Either way, after a little more time spent singing and relaxing together, he managed to actually ask you out on a date. You gladly accepted. This was going to be quite something to tell Lazy Susan tomorrow.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

riffing off socially awkward deeply anxious König, do you think he would do better digitally? chatting with someone he met online or someone who streams an obscure game? you have a lovely relationship with him and then before you meet in person he's like so. i'm. very. awkward. as a real person. i might not. talk a lot. you'll be carrying the conversation, don't take it personally. you have a captive audience for ANY topic. anything. you want. and why is it going to be a/b/o's spn origins

Okay yes this absolutely. I can totally write something for that. I hope this story suffices!

Now, I have no idea what you mean by the omegaverse, but I could try making an omegaverse!König if you’d like. I do not understand by spn omegaverse origins. Please feel free to either respond here or ask in my inbox. It should be open??? Tell me if it isn’t.

Anyways, onto the story! More below the cut.

König Prefers Quiet Time

König is a voracious reader, so he’s rather verbose and eloquent when online. His messages are witty, insightful, yet practical and grounded. He’s quick to become your best online friend. After all, he’s so well-spoken! He writes beautiful paragraphs that are easy and amusing to read. It’s rare to find such a delightful person online.

And he’s so quick to win over your heart. Whenever he can be, he there’s for you. He’ll take pictures and videos of sights on deployment or jot down little stories to tell you when he can. Sometimes he can drop off the face of the earth, but he’ll be back online soon enough and messaging you about how his latest mission went and what he did (within reason, can’t give away secrets).

Every time he comes back online, you know you’re in for a good time. Whether it’s him complaining about teammates, or having to argue about directions with a local, he’s got fantastic (yet terribly awkward) stories about his days. He always says he’s so shy and hates social situations, and sure he sometimes sounds a bit strange when he recounts the stories, but they're so fun that you don't really take in how it would look from an outside perspective. Sure, he sounds a bit dorky in these stories, but still so eloquent! He’s got this little way of describing things with abstract metaphors that make you smile and wish you were there by his side.

It took a lot to convince him to have a relationship with you. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s that you ask to meet up in person. He tells you that he’s happy to meet you, but then why does he suddenly have more missions? He’s so punctual, but he missed his flight? When he goes on about having a stubbed toe, you have to put your foot down. You want to see him, and that’s final.

Begrudgingly, he books a vacation with you.

When you go to pick him up from the airport, the first thing that stands out about him is how tall he is. Then how big. You didn’t think they made people in that size. This guy has Shaquille O’Neil running for his money. Like, how? And then you realize that he’s crouching down to make himself look smaller. It’s insanity. At the very least, he’s easy to pick out in a crowd, what with his hood and all. You do worry about him fitting in the car, though.

So you go up to him, and then he sees you and he looks nothing but elated. It’s a beautiful moment between you two. In that hectic airport, with people calling in many languages and bags squeaking and the cars outside honking and revving their engines, it’s perfectly silent and beautiful. It’s a wonderful moment that you think you’ll cherish until you die.

The next moment is where it all falls apart.

He accidentally drops his bag and it spills everywhere. He scrambles to pick it up and he keeps looking around with wide eyes of terror so you take pity on the poor lad and lean down to help. He then promptly stands up and cracks the crown of his head against your nose and now your nose is bleeding and oh no he dropped his bag again and now he’s apologizing and then he’s rushing to the bathroom and you’re left with the realization that you fell in love with an absolute mess. 

By the time he’s back, your nose has stopped bleeding and you’re packing his belongings back into his pack. He tries to silently offer you tissues, so you take them and wipe your nose tenderly, but when you make a joke about it he doesn’t say anything. Odd, but maybe he’s just a bit frazzled.

You’re driving back home when he finally says his first words to you besides ‘hi’, ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’.

“Thank you,” he says as he stares at the road ahead.

“What, for the drive?” you laugh, “it’s no problem! I mean, it’s not too bad. It’s about an hour’s drive, but I’m fine with that!”

König says nothing, just nods as you speak. You’re starting to worry that you picked up the wrong person. Where was the confident and friendly man you spoke to online? Where was his friendly joking? At least you now understand his awkward and amusing stories he told you, because even though you love him, you can’t help but feel terribly awkward. If he’s this bad with you, you can only imagine how bad it is with others.

You were prepared for someone who was going to talk your ear off, but you felt like you just picked up a skinwalker instead. Was he even blinking? You can’t tell. He looks shell-shocked as he gazes off into the distance.

“So, um, how was the flight?” you ask with a wide smile.

“Gut.”

Anything more? No? Nothing more. Well, that’s helpful.

“Did they give you anything to eat on the flight? Are you hungry?” you ask, hoping to pry more than a couple words out of him.

“I ate,” he says quietly.

You nod and bite your lip. So this is what it was going to be like?

You take him into your home. For the entire night he refuses to take a step outside.

By the time noon rolls around the next day, you decide to take the initiative and knock on his door.

“Hey, König?” you call.

You get a hum from behind the door.

“Can I come in?” you ask nervously.

There’s a pause, then a hiss and a curse, then the door opens.

“Thanks,” you whisper as you squeeze by him, but he doesn't move to let you in any easier.

König sits delicately on the edge of the bed while you sit on a stool across from him. You look at each other for a few moments before you crack.

“Am I… Am I not what you thought I’d be?” you ask nervously.

König tilts his head as he narrows his eyebrows.

“I mean, just…” you sigh, “you talked so much online, but you’ve barely said a word since I picked you up from the airport. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”

You hesitate for a moment, before you tack on, “Is there something wrong with us?”

König’s eyes slowly widen before he shakes his head quickly, the fabric swinging like a dog shaking after a dip in a lake.

“Nein, you are…” he gestures towards you with one hand, “you are perfect. It’s just… Ah…”

You brace yourself.

“I am not good at talking,” he admits.

You deflate. That’s it? He’s not good at talking?

“But you’re fine online,” you point out.

“Ja, but this is… It is different,” he sighs, “I am not good at talking to people in person. It is.. Scary. I do not like to talk much.”

You nod as you listen carefully.

“So…” you rub your thumb over your kneecap, “would you like me to do most of the talking for us? Would that make things easier for you?”

König nodded quickly.

You laugh as you feel your shoulders relax.

“Great. I think I can do that.”

From then on, the visit is wonderful. Now that you know that König just isn’t great at talking in person, it’s a delight to talk to him. Sometimes you think you talk at him, but you realize pretty quickly that he’s listening attentively to everything you say. He’s a delight to speak to. If you ever lose your train of thought, he’s quick to help you get it back so he can listen to you further.

You realize pretty quickly that he worries too much. When you take him out to places, he’s nervous and flighty. The louder and more chaotic, the worse his social anxiety gets. As such, you find yourself going to more quiet areas. You chill and relax in quiet cafes, go to the aquarium at night, even play some games at a board game cafe in the middle of the day, when there’s nobody else there.

He’s a friendly man, all things considered. You also quickly learn the basis of his awkward stories.

You’re at a grocery store when you see it in action.

“Oh my God you’re so tall!” a woman looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

König barely turns to acknowledge her, but he gives her a curt nod.

“Can you, like, help me with something?” she asks eagerly.

König looks down at you, then back to the woman.

“What is it?” his voice is sharply cold, and you can see the woman wince.

“Well, um, there’s this thing on the top shelves, and I was hoping you could get it for me?” she says, a bit nervously.

“What is it?” he’s somehow worse than last time.

“Um, uh, I can show it to you?” she offers meekly.

“I need to know what it is,” König practically tears her head off with how brutal he sounds.

You grab his hand and squeeze slightly, but it seems like it’s all going downhill too quickly.

“It’s-”

König turns to face her abruptly and she’s stumbling back before scurrying off. König watches her go, then turns to you.

“Why did she go?” he asks innocently. You can hardly believe him.

“König…” you start slowly, “is that how you usually speak to strangers?”

He thinks for a moment, then nods.

“König I think I know why you think people hate you.”

König’s eyebrows raise up for a moment, “You do?”

You nod, and give him a brief explanation. You can see his brain doing somersaults in his head, practically melting out his ears as his entire world view is shattered before him. Before he can respond properly, the woman is coming back with security in tow.

It’s no wonder König has so many interesting awkward stories.

[aritsukemo]

Love at First Stitch | Sakura Haruka

( @nursedflowers / @maruflix )

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Author has not read the manga so character may be a bit ( or very ) ooc. You have been warned!

A/N: RAHHHH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT ON CHRISTMAS!!! 😞 THIS IS LIKE TWO DAYS LATE BUT HERE'S MY SECOND GIFT TO YA'LL, HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY THIS!! <33

Event: Relationship Points Event

The act of violence was always the same for Sakura.

He'd be going about his day like normal, and whether it'd be someone who took offense to his mismatched appearance, grew irked by him baring his fangs at their uttered insults or hate-filled glares, or were simply dumb enough to see him as some weak scrub they could pick at, he'd eventually get into some kind of altercation. It'd always end the same with him coming out as the bloody victor, but there were times where he'd end up being stained with his own blood along with his enemies'.

Though, now times are different. Now when he walks the streets, he's graced with smiles he still doesn't understand why he deserves. He gets trampled, but not under the weight of peoples' feet, but instead their endless gifts and praise. And now, when he gets into fights—when he sprays someone's blood against his white tee and gets his blood sprayed across his oppenents' outfit ( or outfits ) in turn—he earns the annoying sentimentality of the strangers he accidentally, and completely unintentionally, saves.

"What do you think you're doing?!" The gnarly yell of the two-toned male earned the stares of many townsfolk going about their day. At the sound, they pause and look up, but the sight they're met with is as endearing as it was comical. The sight of which being Sakura being dragged along by the arm by the one he saved; you.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Making a cake?" And with that, you burst through the doors of your family's shop, the familiar knocking of the glass chimes signaling your arrival to all that were there—which happened to be no one seeming as the shop doesn't open today.

After flicking the lights on and sitting him down at one of the booths, Sakura's mouth falls open to continue his fit of screams again only for it to fall close when you suddenly point his way.

"Stay," Was all you said before you walked off and disappeared up the stairs spiraling in the corner of the room, leaving him to do whatever he wanted—trusting in him that he wouldn't run amok in the short time it'll take to get whatever you were getting.

You were such a weirdo, he thought. To wholeheartedly trust a delinquent such as himself despite just watching him beat up a group of guys. Bofurin jacket or not, you shoulda ran as soon as the first guy had went flying.

Then again, you weren't the first weirdo he's encountered since he's arrived here. In fact, this town is full of people just like you who touch him in ways that don't bring pain, look at him in ways that're light and full of glee, and talk to him in ways that don't have him grimacing and boiling with anger.

And the worst part about it is that no one ever notices their weird behavior no matter what he does or says! It's honestly made him feel as if he's stuck in some endless fever dream! Though, it does feel nice.

"Alright. It's not the best in the world..and some of the stuff in here may be expired by a decade or two..but I found the shop's first aid kit," Hearing your voice made it dawn on him that he hadn't moved from the booth. He still sat, legs sprawled and spread along the cushion like an obedient mutt. It surprised him. Typically, when someone would bark at him to go right he'd go left just for the fact he was demanded to do so. He doesn't listen to those weaker than him, so why has he now all of a sudden?

That question lingered in his brain like a bad coffee stain even when you emerged from the stairwell with a first aid kit in hand and walked up to him.

He jumps when you crouch down, his face immediately hardening like a stone mask as he throws his now balled fists into the air. You pause, staring up at him as if he had grown a second head for a while before asking, "Uh..what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" He shoots out and it looks as if no matter what you say will get you out of the deck in the face you're likely to receive.

But you don't move. You don't flinch away. You don't glare or snap. You simply stare, and that confuses Sakura more than anything else.

"I'm..going to bandage your wound? ..Wasn't that obvious?" You slowly say, your words coming out more as a question than a statement. You reach your hand out to him in a slow, cautious manner—as if you were reaching out to a startled animal—until you're finally able to encircle his fist in your grasp.

He thinks, for a moment, that you were planning something nefarious. Maybe something like making him lower his fist so that you had a clear shot to punch him square in the face. With that in mind, he forces his body to tense, making it impossible for you to do anything. And, instead of going on the offensive like he assumed you would, you simply sigh.

"Stop. You're making things worse," He feels you tap his hand with your finger and it's only then that he takes the risk of breaking his gaze away from yours. Upon doing so, red fills his vision. Deep red. A color that has only brought searing, sharp and unbearably numb pain in its wake no matter the situation. It was a distinct, unforgettable shade that he had been forced to grow accustomed to unlike most his age.

It was blood. He was bleeding, and that blood was dripping down his arm. It stained his skin and the sleeve of his jacket, though the latter wasn't as noticeable due to the dark color of the leather. His gaze falls back on you after that, and whether it was due to a delayed reaction of pain or the surprise he felt at the sight of your suddenly stern gaze, his body suddenly went lax—or at least, lax enough that you were finally able to pry his hand open.

..And when you did, you immediately winced. To put things simply, his hand looked like a crime scene. It looked like some sorta gory murder had taken place right on his palm. You couldn't even see where the cut was as everything had seemed to blend together as one big pool of crimson. It honestly made you want to hurl.

But, despite the growing nausea, you tucked your lip and got to work.

Sakura watched with an almost unnerving gaze as you gently work at his hand. Despite the brash front you displayed, your fingertips trembled and twitched which made the strokes you made at his bloodied skin with the rag short and fleeting. As time went on, you grew to tolerate the sight more which made your movements slightly more comfortable and instinctively rougher for a time only to grow soft and withdrawn once again at the sharp cuts his winces made in the air. It honestly felt as if you had strapped him to a rollercoaster that only had steep heights and deep drops.

Despite that, though, it was still softer than any punch or kick or bite he had ever experienced, and to that, he didn't know what to do. He was completely frozen by trepidation, unable to move or speak until you finally released his hand—which had now been warmed by the soft, white bandages you had wrapped around it—from your grasp.

"There, it's done. How does it feel—? A- Are the bandages too tight?" You stumbled over your words and it was at that point your mask had been thoroughly cracked and peeled away to reveal the plush stuffing underneath. You gazed up at him, but it wasn't with the same tigress narrow. No, he handled that much better than how you were staring at him now; like some kitten who was awaiting praise after retrieving a gift for their owner.

And so, unable to handle such a delicate sight, he did the only reasonable thing he could think of to do; bolt to safety. In a flash, he was gone. Leaving nothing but the remnants of his loud, stuttering goodbye to hang in the air. He didn't even thank you for your good deed.

But you didn't mind. Breathing another sigh, you found yourself becoming overwhelmed by embarrassment at the feeling of your cheeks and ears being unbearably warm and slightly tingly.

You were blushing. It was spread all over your face, you could feel it. But why? You suppose you could pose the same question at the fact that your heart was racing a mile a minute. You also guess that you could ask that same question after realizing how clammy your hands are..

You had just met, surely this reaction wasn't because of that guy, right? It couldn't have been. You weren't some hopeless romantic who found every little interaction with someone as some kinda romantic innuendo. No, no, you know yourself. You weren't at all close to being that delusional.

In the end, your many repeating questions were left unanswered as the ring of your savior's voice began to fade form your mind. It left a hole in it's place, one that made you want to fill it again—made you yearn to hear his voice once again—and it drove you crazy.

Ugh! Now you wished he would've stayed! Just a bit longer...y'know, just to properly thank him for saving you and maybe get to know him a little.. ( And possibly get his number.. )

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[fourmoony]

hello, you could do something with Sirius by going to meet the reader's parents (Sirius was insecure about this), but he is welcomed and the reader's whole family seems to love him

thanks for requesting, sweetheart!! 847 words f!reader

this is short and thrown together worse than Sirius' cookies. sorry.

Sirius is crowded around your niece, boxing her in against the counter as she stands on her cooking stool. He'd been the only one left with enough energy to make cookies with her after dinner. It's sweet, the gentle tone he uses with her, the patience he has that allows her to do everything by herself. He doesn't balk when she spills all of the measured flour straight onto the counter, just hands her the bag with extra caution and tells her he'll tidy it up later, that mistakes happen.

They're in their own little world, unaware, or simply uncaring, of the eyes on them. You know a little about Sirius' past; his horrible family, his traumatic upbringing, how he never truly felt loved by anyone except his younger brother until he ran away and the Potters took him in. It would've been enough for you to assume the idea of doing such an activity, that requires such patience and acceptance of mess, would send Sirius spiralling. Except, he's embraced it openly, he was more than willing, and he seems to be truly enjoying himself.

In all the time you've known Sirius, you've known him to love loud and abrasive. He's jagged around the edges, a bright, shattered light of chaos and pure energy. He's over the top, loves too hard, is quick to anger. But with your niece, it's the first time you've ever seen Sirius quiet, soft. He's all gentle movements and murmured encouragements, and you like this version of him, but you find yourself waiting for your Sirius to return. The Sirius who can command a room with a single smile, whose laugh sounds more like a barking doberman, whose presence takes up every last drop of attention.

He'd been so nervous about meeting your family. Understandable, given his own upbringing. But, he never had any reason to worry. Not with the way your sister and mother watch him, black top and jeans covered in flower, dried egg white smeared across his cheek, and still, a wide smile across his lips every time your niece turns around, as if checking he's still there. Still encouraging her. He always is.

"You think you'll have one soon?" Your sister asks. There's a sly smirk on her face, as though the sight before you was purposefully designed to make you broody.

You answer with a shrug. You're not broody, but theres a glow to your heart with the idea of this being healing for Sirius. "Not sure. We've never spoken about it."

Your family don't know about Sirius' past, at his request. He'd wanted to earn their respect, not receive it through pity. You can't wait to tell him they respect him beyond what he could've ever imagined. He'll be so happy. He'd spent the whole way over fretting about whether he'd picked the right outfit, the right aftershave, what he should and shouldn't say. You didn't have the heart to tell him that your family, whether or not they'd met him before, already loved him, simply because of how happy he made you.

"You'd make cute babies." Your sister tilts her head to the side, very obviously ogling your boyfriend and you scoff.

"Subtle."

She shrugs, unfazed.

"I'm just saying. No man I've ever met has the patience for toddlers the way he does." She picks up her wine glass, takes a pointed sip, eyebrows raised.

"We'll see." You reply.

"He makes you happy. It's hard to watch your daughters grow up, navigate life and love," Your mother chips in, hands splayed out across the dining table, "It's hard to watch them fall, pick themselves back up, and fall again. Hard to watch them trust the wrong people. But I have no doubt that man would ever hurt you. He, perhaps, loves you more than anyone in this world."

It's a nice thought. The idea of Sirius loving you most. Your eyes find his, conversation coming to a halt as he lifts your niece out of her cooking stool and she toddles over to your sister.

The cookies are in the oven, and Sirius has gotten straight to the task of cleaning up. You join him, piling bowls and utensils into the dish washer whilst he wipes the copious amounts of spilled flour off of the counter.

"You think tonight went okay?" He asks, nervous eyes flicking to where your mother and Sister are fussing over your niece.

You lean across, lips pressed to the cracked egg white smudged across his cheek, "More than. They love you."

Your boyfriend breathes out in relief, "Thank god, because I have no idea how to make cookies and I need them to already like me when they taste them, in case they fail."

A startled laugh tumbles out of your lips and Sirius follows. Your Sirius, loudest laugh in the room, the man with the biggest heart you've ever known - even if it's bruised and battered.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, babe."

Sirius tsks, "You say that now, let's just wait and see if I give anyone salmonella."

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 005: POLARIS.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

YUUJI'S HEART WAS RACING on the way back to the dorms. everything happened way too fast back at the restaurant. right now, the five of you were cramped up in a crowded bus after bidding goodbye to the nice waitress.

"want me to sign your copy?"

the sentence was on repeat in his head, the events unfolding with meticulous detailing over and over again. not that he'll ever complain about it.

he could still feel the way your lips faintly brushed against his to ask the big question before nobara pulled you back from your tracksuit's hood, asking you to sign her arm instead. 

for the rest of the night he was stuck in a daze, looking absently at you commanding nobara to open her uniform's top buttons so you can sign your name on her tits as a better alternative.

he felt so confused. when he had met you earlier in the day, he thought your were dating fushiguro by the way you were openly showering him with affection. 

yuuji was still deep in thought when the bus stopped abruptly at their station.

"move it, loser." nobara called out, pulling him back to reality. "you're blocking the way," she sighed, shoving him aside before rudely pushing everyone else out of the way to get to the door.

yuuji's startled expression turned into a saddened one as you all made your way to the foot of the mountain. he chose to stay behind, silently observing your side profile when you talked to nobara in the front.

he wasn't insecure, but nobara's words earlier during their first mission made him a little self-conscious about his appearance. it was childish, it really was, and it didn't get to him back then. however, now that he was clearly thinking about it, maybe he really wasn't all that. he couldn't figure out your relationship with his classmate and the whole execution thing was slowly getting to him too. it was exhausting.

"a penny for your thoughts?" he looked up at the source of voice, seeing gojo walking by his side.  his head was slightly tilted to the side, his thumb curled under his blindfold. 

"thinking 'bout y/n?" at megumi's voice, yuuji's head turned back to the front, watching as his classmate had purposely slowed down his steps to listen to the their conversation. 

"yeah. yeah, i am." gojo wasn't surprised by yuuji's bluntness, but his heart dropped a little at the answer. he couldn't understand why since he had already anticipated this exact scenario.

megumi's silence encouraged him to explain more. "i was just— i don't know. i'm sorry. i figured you two might be together, so i'll back off. i just wanted to tell you the truth."

"we're not." yuuji's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected answer.

"huh?"

"we're not together." megumi confirmed again. "she's just... affectionate. i'm surprised you still believed we dated after the playboy thing." knowing that you weren't in a relationship reassured yuuji a little. he bit his lip to suppress a smile.

"can i make a move then?"nobara's comments clearly didn't matter anymore. maybe they never did to start with.

"so soon?" this time, it was gojo who interrupted. the said man didn't know why it stung. he tried to play it off as him meddling in his student's love life, but he knew he was lying to himself. he just prayed that megumi didn't find out anything. 

"yeah," yuuji immediately answered, "i don't know when i'll die, so might as well take every opportunity." 

he looked at the sky, spotting the pole star, polaris. he smiled softly. "though, it's a bit cruel that i met the person i grew feelings for the day after knowing i'll get executed."

he turned to gojo, and added, "i know that it's too soon, but it feels so right. it might just be love at first sight."

"love? didn't take you for a romantic." gojo mused. 

"well, i didn't fall in love with her yet, but i know that i will, you know what i mean? sensei?" he was desperately trying to get his point across. he wanted to illustrate the emotions he felt.

yuuji has a beautiful way with words. 

so beautiful that gojo felt it too.

"do whatever you want," megumi strarted, "but i have to tell you; she doesn't commit."

the warning didn't faze yuuji at all, he only smiled brighter.

"that's good."

he looked up at polaris again, before adverting his eyes to you. "i wouldn't want her to get too attached."

his eyes were too loving.

too loving for someone who knew the other for less than a day. 

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

"c'mon pretty, don't pout like that." the man chuckled, wiping away your tears with his left hand. his right hand was slowly rubbing circles on your puffy clit, edging you for what felt like hours.

"kin—m'sorry. i'm sorry, kin, i swear i just forgot." you hiccuped and hakari almost felt bad for you. almost.

"awww, did you really?" he asked, putting a little more pressure.

you gasped, arching your back against his chest, and he stopped moving his hand completely. 

you sobbed out of frustration, before feeling the other end of the sofa shift slightly. turning towards the newcomer, you looked at them through your teary eyes and blurry vision, your hand reaching out to them, "kirara, please, tell him."

kirara watched in amusement, eyes glinting dangerously, calculating every twitch of your body. "don't be so hard on her, kin-chan." they motioned  for you to get closer, "let me show you how to treat such a pretty girl."

you crawled towards kirara, sitting on their lap. they fondled your tits, squeezing them slightly, before kissing them all over, all while their free hand found your entrance, slowly circling it before pushing in and out over and over again. 

you weren't really a moaner, just cute little gasps here and there, little kiraras and thank yous filling the air of the cold monitor room. "now, promise me you won't do that again." kirara spoke between kisses.

"i promise, i swear!" you cried out. "kin," you called out for hakari, "i swear i won't do it again." feeling him kiss your neck all over was enough insurance that he forgave you, and you turned your head slightly to kiss his lips.

kirara hit that sweet spot inside, and you came in no time, moaning softly in hakari's mouth. he kissed you one last time before sitting back, manspreading on the couch. 

he pulled you towards him, looking down at you. "why did you contact the sorcerers again?"

"i didn't. gojo called me."

"and? what did he say?"

"he told us to come back tomorrow. he made some negotiations with the higher-ups."

he scoffed at the news. "took him long enough, huh?"

kirara came closer to you two, laying their head on your shoulder, "why'd you go meet him today then? if we're going back tomorrow."

"he wanted to show me the two new first-years." you were fiddling with your necklace, the same one gojo gifted you. the same one on the playboy.

"he could've done that tomorrow too, no?"

"i think it's because one of them is sukuna's vessel." you voiced out. 

"makes sense." kirara said in boredom, swinging their legs.

a comfortable silence surrounded the three of you. 

"wait— wait, hold up. sukuna's vessel?"

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

next!!

©potassiumivy, 2024. all rights reserved. do not translate / modify / republish my works.

[goddammitjosef]

Give me the name of every movie/documentary/things like that that has Alexander on it. Please😄

Warning: most are in Russian, good luck if you don't speak Russian

ok I'm not a big movie guy, so bare with me.

NORTHERN SPHINX

(Северный сфинкс) (2003)

Based on the novel of the same name by P. Gnedich.

About dramatic events in the fate of the Russian Emperor Alexander I. It was a time of mystical movements, Masonic lodges, the Holy Alliance, the Patriotic War of 1812, the Decembrists, Pushkin and the heyday of Russian poetry.

EMPIRE: ALEXANDER I

(Империя: Александр I) (2024)

The two-part film "Alexander I" is the fifth part of the documentary-fiction cycle "Empire", telling about the key historical events that shaped the path of the Russian Empire.

Having come to power as a result of a palace coup, Alexander I dreamed of a political reorganization of Russian society, and perhaps, if not for the opposition of the conservative nobility, Alexander's reforms could have significantly influenced the state structure. However, as we know, history does not require the subjunctive mood, and Alexander Pavlovich was destined for a completely different, much more important role.

He forever inscribed himself in history as the conqueror of Napoleon Bonaparte, a far-sighted strategist and diplomat, a loyal and loving son of his Fatherland.

ALEXANDER I

(Александр I) (2024)

Raised by his grandmother, Empress Catherine II, who saw in her eldest grandson the direct heir to the throne, and the European teacher Lagarp, Alexander adheres to liberal views and admires the first years of Napoleon's rule: he dreams that Russia will one day have a republic.

After Catherine's death, during the reign of Paul I, Alexander continued to hope for reform. However, he soon becomes disillusioned with Pavel both as a father and as a statesman. As a result of the conspiracy, Emperor Paul I is killed, and Alexander, haunted by guilt over his father's death, is forced to ascend the throne in order to resist the new intrigues of the aristocrats and his domineering mother. At the same time, Alexander understands that Russia is under threat: war with the invincible Napoleon is inevitable, it's only a matter of time.

DANCING ON GRAVES

(Tanssi yli hautojen) (1950)

In the early 1800s, Finnish governor's daughter first detests but soon falls in love with Russian Czar Alexander I who has just taken Finland over from Sweden's rule.

THE INVISIBLE TRAVELER

(Незримый путешественник) (1998)

The film tells about the everyday life, the most ordinary days of Emperor Alexander I and his wife Elizabeth , which they spent in Taganrog. As is known from history, in 1825 Taganrog became the place of the sovereign's last refuge. However, the film traces an unofficial historical version, according to which Alexander staged his death and funeral, leaving the throne in favor of a solitary life.

These are just the ones where Alexander is the main focus though, for more, you can check this Wikipedia page.

[karlurbanism]

A headcanon request for Kennex, if you’d like! (No pressure!)

John meets a woman he just completely falls for, she’s smart and funny and down to earth and to him she is absolutely beautiful. (He’s also done a thorough background check which she totally understands.) Is he taking her to bed on the third or fourth date (because she’s made it VERY clear how much she wants him, who wouldn’t??) or is he waiting awhile, trying to take it slow, or something in between? 😘

Thank you so much for your request 🤗 @enchantedflameandflower

I wasn't sure if I'll be able to write this as well as I imagined it, but it turned out better than I hoped 😊

I'm already thinking about a part 2 (established relationship headcanons). This is the first text I posted in years, so I hope you like it 🫂 🫶🏻

▶ John Kennex x GN!reader headcanons

▶ warnings: John's PTSD is mentioned / insecure!John, fluff, implied smut

▶ word count: 1k

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Do you believe in love at first sight? Well, John wasn't sure if he still did. He met Anna through an "accident" which most likely hasn't been an accident at all. He did all the background checks and found nothing. Then the incident during the inSyndicate raid happened. His partner and many others lost their lives. John lost his leg, his reputation, and the woman he thought of being the love of his life.

Then he meets you.

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It's just a normal day in his life, boring even - until it isn't anymore. You become friends rather quickly, and as time passes by, you start flirting with each other. It's nothing serious at first. John doesn't even know if he's ready to start a new relationship, but it's getting more and more obvious to everyone around the both of you.

Even Dorian points it out on multiple occasions. He mentions how John's heart rate increases as soon as you enter the room or every time anyone says your name. John acts like it's nothing, but Dorian's right, and deep down, John knows it.

That's when he starts background checks about you. To him, you are perfect. Not flawlessly perfect, but perfectly imperfect. He adores your eyes, your smile, your personality, even your quirks.

He's relieved when your background come back clear. He isn't really surprised, but his mind still tells him to be cautious. His heart, on the other hand, already tells him to go for it. 

It might be almost unexpected for you when he finally makes the move and asks you out. You're close friends and all, but he always seems to keep his distance. You don't take it personally,  though. You know about everything he's been through. It had been all over the news for weeks.

John won't plan anything too fancy for your first date. He's pretty old-school and casual, after all. He'll take you to a restaurant, maybe a place where you can get Asian noodles, or to the cinema.

He doesn't have expectations or anything, he just wants to spend some quality time with you and get to know you better.

Your first date is almost perfect. You're at an Asian restaurant, talk and laugh, and have lots of fun. Afterward, he takes you home, being old-school and all.

When the two of you reach your front door, there's an awkward silence and you don't know if it's the right moment to kiss him already. 

You're attracted to him, both mentally and emotionally. But you don't want to rush it. And he doesn't want that either. So he hugs you. A bit too tight and also a little too long. He doesn't kiss you, though. You're a bit disappointed, but you understand him.

On your second date, you go to the cinema to watch a movie. It's an action film you don't even like that much but John's face is it all worth it. He's obsessed with the fight scenes and the expensive cars.

His wide smile and sparkling eyes could light up the whole cinema hall. He can't believe you're there with him, still by his side, and that he can share his interests with you.

You keep admiring his beautiful face profile next to you. During the final battle of the movie, you both grab the armrest between you, and it's unexpectedly pleasant when his hand finds yours.

Just like after the first date, he takes you home again. You reach your doorstep, and as you say your goodbyes, he pulls you in for a tight hug. And then, when you least expect it, he lets you go just far enough so he can look at you. He admires your face, your eyes, your lips, and your smile.

That's when he kisses you for the first time. He's almost a little clumsy for a few seconds but he puts his whole heart into it, finally being able to let his guard down and express all those suppressed feelings.

You can't help but kiss him back, fiercely. From this moment on, you two feel closer to each other than ever. One of his hands finds the small of your back while the other caresses your cheek. Things get heated and you're separating from him just long enough to gasp for air. Then you invite him in, but he politely declines.

You trust him with your life and crave him, his body, his soul. But you want to give him all the time he needs. 

It takes him until your third or fourth date until he invites you into his apartment. You're excited to finally see where he lives and you enjoy spending the evening together. You're with him on his couch, watching the movie you chose. John sips on his bourbon, and you're nipping on your favorite drink.

Halfway through the film, you both start making out. At first, it's a glance. Then a touch, followed by kisses. Things get heated - again - and before you know it, you're taking off each other's clothes while you're still kissing. Your hands exploring each other's body.

None of you holds back this time until you're left in your underwear, now fumbling with his belt buckle. That's when he gets insecure for a moment. He trusts you just like you trust him, but a part of him is still scared of showing you his synthetic leg for the first time. He barely can accept it himself - so how could you?

But you assure him it's all right and that you can stop if he doesn't feel comfortable. You give him a tender smile, your his face in your hands and your face in his.

John barely thinks about it for half a second, your loving eyes being all the reassurance he needs. His iconic smirk returns to his face, and he immediately grabs your hip, pulling you into his embrace.

John still doesn't know if he believes in love at first sight, but he does know that he loves you with all his heart - and that you genuinely love him, too.

[cannibalisticdespair]

🔥 Despaircest (can't be unpopular as in "fandom hates it even though it's gr8"; we need to go weirder and deeper)

If those two fucking idiots ever had an actually honest and heartfelt conversation, things would have gone extremely differently because they actually did feel the same about each other.

The Despaircest plot is told out of order. 1-6's trial has Makoto's hope include the caveat of "we don't even know if Junko is lying!" Yes, he also goes "and if she isn't, we've got this", but that's just half of it and the other half is "nuh uh!" And here's the thing: SDR2 came out years later after DR1 was successful. DR1 never tells us if Junko was lying or not. So, view it with that in mind. DR1 leaves the question to us: was she full of shit?

Two years later, we get the answer. In 2-6. A whole game later, we find out the answer was "no, Junko was not lying". And that modifies the viewing of 1-6. Because now, you have to view 1-6 as "Junko is telling the truth here, she isn't lying to manipulate anyone, she's just being honest". When Junko says she loves her classmates? That's true. When Junko says the world ended? That's true. When Junko says Mukuro is just like her and loves despair the same way as her... wait, what?

Oh, but you're given a decoder ring. Beating SDR2 unlocks Danganronpa IF, where we find out that that is not at all true. But... if Junko isn't lying, but that isn't true, there's only one possible explanation. Junko's wrong. Now, how does that line up with IF? Perfectly.

In IF, Mukuro survives the murder because Makoto's memories start to come back and he warns her to dodge using her real name, so she does it on instinct, so she doesn't die, but he does get hurt trying to save her. Which leads to Mukuro turning on Junko. But importantly, there's the breakup.

"Say, sis?" "Oh! Junko, it's you!" Ikusaba's eyes brightened at the first sight of her sister in days, but they would soon go dim. "You know, I was always thankful to you, sis. I mean it." It was because Junko's voice, coming from the speakers, was terribly soft and gentle. "...Junko?" "I'm really sorry. I was being too harsh with you. I even tried to kill you just now, and I was about to make you do something horrible. Even though I know how you feel about Naegi." "I-I don't..." "Don't force yourself. You might not realize it, but it was really obvious. You never cared about those class pictures, but you looked at the camera properly that one time Naegi took the photo." From just the image on the monitor, the Super High School Level Despair looked like a girl with a sweet, innocent smile teasing her older sister. But that was exactly why Ikusaba was slowly falling towards despairing fear. "I always thought you should've put your all into it when you were in a picture with Naegi, but I guess that's all part of your disappointing self, sis." "But you know, you might be lackluster and disappointing, but I love that about you too." Ikusaba trembled. "I love you. How long had she wanted to hear these words from Junko? Ikusaba believed that, no matter what Junko said, she actually loved her very much. Ikusaba believed that she alone could understand the despair known as Junko Enoshima. It was a ludicrous notion. The moment Junko said, 'I love you', Ikusaba realized--to her agony--that she never truly understood her sister. Only now had she come to realize Junko's feelings. Junko was being kind. There was no lie in her gentle words. Perhaps she was being entirely truthful about loving her sister as well. This was precisely why this signalled the destruction of their relationship. Ikusaba realized that Junko was cutting ties with her. And before Ikusaba could say a word in reply, the girl on the monitor left her with a word of cruelty. "I know you'll make your dreams come true someday."

Do you get it? Junko really, truly loves Mukuro just as much as Mukuro loves her. And they never understood each other, but they both completely believed they did. Combine this with Junko in 1-6 talking about Mukuro and you have Junko's belief before the truth is revealed to her and Junko after the truth is revealed to her.

So, what was killing Mukuro? Trying to say "I love you" and make Mukuro's dreams come true without understanding Mukuro's love language or Mukuro's dreams. Consider how Junko describes how Mukuro "must have" felt. Why would she deny herself that despair? Simple: so Mukuro could have it, believing Mukuro wanted it just as much as she did. Her act of love in DR1 was self-sacrifice to give the greatest gift she could imagine to someone who she never realized didn't want it.

And what does Junko do when she does realize it? She breaks her entire sense of self and personality just to express her love to Mukuro. She realizes Mukuro has hope and everything, and she encourages it and fosters it out of love for her. She loves Mukuro enough that, even knowing they will now be enemies, she will speak Mukuro's love language rather than her own to make Mukuro truly know how much she loves her. This scene and killing Mukuro have the same meaning, and you can only come to understand this by combining 1-6 and IF to get two contradictory perspectives in order to recognize the before-belief and the after-belief.

Junko fucking loves her so goddamn much, but Junko expresses her love in a very particular way. Despair. Remember what she said to Class 78? She loves them all. She wasn't lying about that either. It's so personalized, so direct, so cruel, because she loves them. She loves Mukuro most of all, so she granted Mukuro the most intense despair imaginable, even though it meant losing it for herself, even though that is literally her entire modus operandi. It's fucking self-sacrifice when she kills Mukuro.

The twist is that she never understood that Mukuro didn't want it. Junko can understand and learn anything, except the one thing staring her in the face. But because of her talent, she can't imagine that there's something so blatant right in front of her she's failing to understand. Mukuro meanwhile? Danganronpa Zero gives us this:

Then, looking at the face Ikusaba-san showed me, I was suddenly taken aback. The ever so emotionless face was, ecstatic and smiling. "I don‘t know if...she is attracting despair or despair is attracting her but...she has lived her whole life with despair by her side. She lived while immersed in despair. That‘s why she began looking for despair in others. She learned to enjoy pushing people into despair. But you know, that‘s normal. It‘s the same as someone being cursed by misfortune fall into hatred for those who aren‘t. But what‘s special about her was that, she learned to enjoy inflicting despair onto herself. That‘s how the link to despair began. As she chased down despair, she pushed it onto others on the way. Doing so, it caused her to desire falling into despair even more...and because of that chain to despair, the Super High School Level Despair was born." While she spoke, it was like she fell into a fever, the expressions on her face turned into ecstasy. It was so completely absurd that it would have been hard for anybody to think of it as anything but a joke, but I understood that this was real. It might‘ve been because the memories of Junko Enoshima inside me led to that conclusion. "Hey, you don‘t get it right? I don‘t think anybody could. But you know, only I can understand it..." Consumed by ecstasy, even Ikusaba-san‘s breaths began to become ragged. "Only I am able of understanding her. That‘s why she needs me. She still hasn‘t realized that but, maybe she is only pretending not to realize. Ufu, that‘s because she‘s so shy. Ufufufu." Seeing this intoxicated Ikusaba-san continue to talk like that, repelled me. I knew that she definitely didn‘t have normal feelings for Junko Enoshima, but that sort of thing shouldn‘t have anything to do with me.

They both have failed to understand each other. Danganronpa Zero came out before Danganronpa IF. So,

Ikusaba believed that she alone could understand the despair known as Junko Enoshima. It was a ludicrous notion.

Is a callback to

"Hey, you don‘t get it right? I don‘t think anybody could. But you know, only I can understand it..."

Both of them are having their preconceived notions about each other shattered at the same time in that scene in IF. Because both of them just assumed they understood each other. Because of course they did. They've been linked at the hip so long, they're symbiotic. Except, no, they didn't. Because they both assumed, rather than ever actually talking and getting on the same page. And note,

Seeing this intoxicated Ikusaba-san continue to talk like that, repelled me. I knew that she definitely didn‘t have normal feelings for Junko Enoshima, but that sort of thing shouldn‘t have anything to do with me.

It was incest in 2011. Before SDR2 and IF released. It was always incest. DR3 just was going "now shut the fuck up, we've visually confirmed it for you".

So yeah, Despaircest was mutual love of equal intensity ruined by them both being arrogant dipshits who failed to get on the same page because they wouldn't just have a goddamn conversation about it because they both assumed that they would gain nothing from it because they totally already understood each other so goddamn well. It was mutual, and Junko actually really did love Mukuro just as much as Mukuro loved Junko. It turned tragic from a lack of communication.

[ssentimentals]

like a sunflower {choi hansol}

pairing: hansol x fem!reader

prompt: 'your heart is beating so fast right now' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here )

warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

hansol doesn't know how to do it. how to just- say it. words are usually so easy for him, they spring themselves into sentences and lyrics so effortlessly, so he doesn't really know why he's having such a hard time here. it's just- how can he say it? how can he tell you that sometimes he feels like he was born for you without making it weird? how he can explain that he thinks a lot about how so many people spend so much time trying to find their place in this world and yet he has no intention searching for it cause his is right next to you? words don't feel quite right whenever he tries to open his mouth and talk about it; words don't do justice to everything what's bubbling and brewing inside his heart, they fall flat when he tries to put it all on the paper. with a frustrated groan, he tears off yet another unfinished love letter, throwing it down.

'you're overthinking it,' joshua admonishes him gently. he's been quietly observing his roommate for the past twenty minutes and starts getting a little anxious at the sight of torn notebook pages at his feet. 'you two are so close, i think she'll understand what you mean even if you won't write an ode to her.'

'i want it to be perfect,' hansol replies, stubbornly tearing up another page. 'she deserves nothing but.'

'don't get so worked up,' joshua pacifies, standing up and coming over to his friend, patting his back comfortingly. 'i don't think she wants perfect, though.'

at this hansol looks up at him, frowning. joshua chuckles, putting his finger right between hansol's eyebrows, making him go a little cross eyed. joshua doesn't know how hansol can be this blind, how he can't see how you two are so close that whoever sees you for the first time always ends up thinking that you're a couple. he's never seen any other two people who care about each other so deeply as you two do, so hansol being nervous before asking you out is laughable. only hansol doesn't find it funny. joshua sighs, patting his roommate's shoulder. 'she doesn't want perfect, she just wants you.'

hansol blinks, mulling over what he heard. it sounds a bit too good to be true, but joshua is not cruel, he'd never joke with him about something so important. before he can properly give this idea a good thought, his phone beeps and from the ringtone alone he knows it's from you. hansol instantly jumps on his bed, ignoring joshua's loud snort at this and unlocks his phone, smiling at the text message from you.

'judging from your smile, i take it she invited you to come over,' joshua speaks, watching with amusement as his friend hastily starts to get dressed. 'what for?'

'i'll help with her halloween prep,' hansol mutters, pulling on his favorite sweater, the one that you gifted him for christmas. he wears it with utmost care, loving the most how you light up at the sight of this sweater on him every single time. 'and she'll help me with my statistics exam.'

'don't forget the umbrella,' joshua's voice reaches him when he's almost out of the door. 'it's gonna rain soon!'

hansol ignores it in favor of rushing to you, zipping up his backpack on the way. the road to your place is his favorite one, he knows every single crook down the alley, every single tree is familiar to him - he spent so many hours memorizing it all, because this road leads him to you and his mind shuffles everything which is even remotely close to you to the folder in his brain called 'important'. he huffs in annoyance when it first rain drops fall on his head and then groans loudly, when two rain drops turn into a full on downpour, making him look around in search of the hideout. without thinking he runs to the nearest shop, announcing his presence with a grunt, blinking up at variety of flowers in front of him in stupor.

'hello, how can i help you?'

he passed this flower shop so many times but never really went it, so young man in dark brown apron,who stares at him too kind eyes, is entirely unfamiliar. hansol clears his throat, helplessly staring back, gesturing towards the exit and mumbling something about the rain.

'oh!' understanding lights up in stranger's eyes and he smiles, nodding. 'seeking shelter from rain? it's fine, you can sit here.'

it's very kind and it makes hansol shuffle from side to side with unease as his eyes take in beauiful array of flowers. there are all kind of them, colors vary from dark to bright ones and sunflowers stick out amongst everything in their yellow-orange glory; hansol takes a step towards them. his eyes gravitated towards them just like they do with you and this thought makes him smile. 'sunflowers are not very popular,' the stranger chimes in, watching hansol with a smile on his face. 'which is a shame, really. they are very beautiful.'

'what do they mean?' hansol asks quietly, not looking away from the flowers. their color is so warm - it reminds him of you. something sparks up at the back of his mind, something that demands his attention as he stares at these flowers.

'hm, adoration in most cases, longevity in others. they are known for being 'happy' flowers, you know? like i'd give them to someone who make me happy, to person who i want to stay in my life for a long, long time.'

hansol blinks and moves on instinct, grabbing bunch of sunflowers due to his inner voice basically screaming at him to do it. 'i'll take those.'

'oh, okay. i can wrap them up in-'

'no-no, i'll take them like that, how much is it?' hansol interrupts, suddenly needing to get out of here and run to you like right now. his heart starts beating faster as ideas form in his head, joshua's voice loud and clear in his head with 'she doesn't want perfect, she just wants you'.

he hastily pays, ignores surprised looks from the guy and runs to you with sunflowers in his hand, getting wet in seconds under the pouring rain. it's cold and his clothes stick to him in the most uncomfortable ways, but his heart is marching so loud in his head, he can't think of anything else but... you. and how you will love these sunflowers. how he's an idiot for trying to capture perfect words in lyrics because perfection in this world exists only in you and nothing else. how he really can shake off any pretense and come to you with an open heart, soaked clothes and unwrapped sunflowers and that you will take him in, because that's what you always did, have done from the start. it's you-you-you and by the time he stands in front of your door, knocking urgently, hansol thinks he might have gone a bit delirious.

'who- oh my god,' you gasp, stopping on tracks at the sight of him. 'hansol, what even-' you blink, gazing in confusion at the flowers in his hand and then back at his wet clothes. there's thousand questions in your head, he can tell, but instead of voicing them out loud, you say: 'get in, god, are you okay?'

is he okay? this questions makes him want to laugh and he barely holds it in. is he okay? he doesn't know but despite the shivers running up and down his body from the cold, he feels like he's on fire. you say something about him being dumb for forgetting umbrella and every second which passes by and he doesn't confess to you feels like a second wasted.

'-you'll catch a cold if you keep on standing in these wet clothes!' you huff, pushing towel in his hands. 'and... um, these flowers..' you trail off, unsure. something ugle tugs in your chest at the thought of these flowers not belonging to you, but you stomp at these feelings. 'do you want me to put them-'

'these are for you,' he rushes out, tripping on his words. 'i mean- obviously. obviously these are for you.' hansol looks down and grimaces: 'i'm soaking your carpet, sorry.' he then quickly looks up, handing you the flowers: 'sorry, here. i hope you like them.'

'sunflowers,' you voice, carefully cradling them in your hands. 'they are beautiful.'

like you is on the tip of his tongue and hansol holds it back but then thinks better of it; why the hell he'd hold back? 'like you,' he says, smiling at surprised look on your face. 'and they make me feel warm just by looking at them and you do, too. i look at you and i- it makes me warm all over.'

you blink at him, not exactly sure what to do with this information. hansol, with this crazy look in his eyes, looks like he's on the brink of fever and you frown, stepping closer to him and feeling up his forehead for any signs of high temperature. 'you're not warm,' you state, buffled.

second passes and hansol huffs in disbelief. he takes your hand in his and moves it towards his chest, knowing very well what you'll find there. just like he predicted, your eyes widen: 'your heart is beating so fast right now.'

'i assume it would, considering how i'm about to confess.'

a stupor and then, cautious and hopeful: 'confess?'

'and ask you out as well,' hansol nods. he's mindful of not pulling you very close, not wanting to get your clothes wet too; but he still tugs at your sleeves so you'd step more in his personal space. this is where he wants you all the time. 'i tore up two notebooks, trying to write you a perfect song, or poem, or love letter. but it's hard cause i can't really find the right words for this feeling, you know? you feel it, don't you know? you know what i'm talking about, right?'

your eyes glow with a keen understanding but you still press on: 'what feeling?'

hansol sighs and when your fingers squeeze at his sweater unconsciously, in tredipation for what's to come, he knows he just needs to be honest: 'like i was made for you. like everything could change, but there's one constant thing in this world and it's us. what you and i have.' he pushes your hand tighter to his chest, searching for your eyes desperately: 'don't you feel it too?'

a fire can break down for all he cares, but he'd never look away from your eyes. you open up to him like a sunflower opens up to the sun, it's a beautiful thing. all you can do is nod, because hansol has always been better with words between you two and because you're afraid your voice might crack in the end from all of the emotions.

'i ran all the way here like a dying man cause one more second without you knowing how i feel just didn't make any sense.'

you shut your eyes, trying not to start crying. hansol, who you always seen as your soulmate, who has always been your side to the point that it's hard to imagine life without him; this hansol is the very same hansol, who tried to write you a perfect song, who ran under the rain here with sunflowers to tell you that he thinks he was made for you. you open your eyes, taking a deep breath. glancing at him and then at the flowers, you smile shakily: 'this is perfect.'

'it is?' he lights up like a little child. 'really?'

'i mean, i never really cared or wanted the perfect, i just wanted you.'

hansol sucks in breath, feeling like he was punched in the gut. god, he really needs to listen to joshua more. he opens his mouth and then tremor wracks his whole body, making him cringe: 'i..really need to change out from these wet clothes.'

sound of your laugh is the music to his ears. he watches the way your head falls back at your laugh and feels love pour out from his pores, unrestricted anymore. he may be shivering of cold now, but just by looking at you he feels warmer. just like a sunflower.

a/n: i think this ended up being way too long and maybe a bit too mushy but!! no blaming me, i had a rough time and i cope by writing something like this. to the anon who requested it - hope you like it! - nini

tagging @prpldahy

[rilakeila]

don't kiss and do tell, or where you and him have to kiss to prove a point that you're dating

word count 724 fandom harry potter pairing slytherin boy (draco, enzo, mattheo, theo, etc.) x gn!reader warnings none

summary you both have to prove that you guys are together but only at the expense of breaking one of the rules on your contract

BROKEN. you figured that you would have to eventually break the second clause of the contract, but not as soon as you thought you were going to have to. in honesty, it was not that big of a deal. you did not understand what was bothering you about breaking one rule. it did not mean anything. well, maybe it was the fact it was not out of love, but you can always retract your first, right?

“some people don’t believe that we’re dating, because we’re not openly affectionate,” he leaned against his chair, taking what may be his seventh break from studying his notes, more so the notes that you had to revise since he does what he calls his short-handed notes, also known as not paying attention enough to write the need to knows. 

you looked up from filling in the rest of his notes, “well, not all relationships are lovey-dovey. makes me gag a little, thinking about having to make out with my significant other, just to prove love. plus, we agreed to show little affection, you were the one who added the very minimal affection.”

“well, it would have been rude of me to overstep your boundaries or to disregard the vast amount of stories that makes you being a hopeless romantic quite obvious. a first kiss at a sunset, flower field, or at the lake. as long as it’s nothing too public,” he summarized your rambling about how you were heavily opposed to losing your first kiss because the want in having a perfect moment to remember.

“aww, i didn’t realize that you cared about me so much. you’re not falling for me, are you?” you wiggled the quill in his face before tickling the feathered end to the tip of his nose. 

he batted the pen away, trying to stop himself from sneezing at the ticklish sensation, “i’m just being respectful.”

you snorted before resorting back to fixing his notes, “okay, whatever you say. just found it funny that you remembered all of that.”

there was not a response, just him looking around the library to find the next most interesting to look and watch. you glanced up to him, only to see that he was carefully listening to the group of students that was a shelf or two over, seeing how far he was tilting his chair. you almost snorted once more, as he almost fell backwards by being leaning too far back. again, the second time in one study session.

“how far can we go on clause two?” he whipped his head back, the sound of his chair creating a loud as he stopped leaning backwards and instead reaching over the table to look at you.

his presence a lot closer than before, feeling his breathe and even almost hearing the sound of his blinking. you stayed in his proximity, he opted to stare at you in a closer range than you first appreciated, but it felt… nice. you cocked your head to the side, giving him the same amount of eye contact. even if he does this often and felt rather awkward the first couple of times, it felt.. nice. you cleared your throat, “well, what are you thinking?”

“the students over are gossiping again, saying that a kiss seals the deal and they’ll send someone over to do a walk by,” he adjusted his chair, sliding over to yours, grabbing a couple of looks from those in front of you from the sound of the loud chair once again.

“a cheek kiss, maybe. on the lips, feign it, maybe. i don’t know, like i wouldn’t mind. why, what do you in m,” you matched his hushed tones, watching him scramble for a book, just as confused.

though, your rambling was cut off as the student that was supposed to do the walk by came into the peripheral of your eyes. the sight was soon covered, as he lifted an open book in front of you, feeling his closeness yet again. before having the chance to say anything, his lips met yours, even if prying eyes cannot peek past the obstacle. nice. the only word you can think of, nice. what felt so long yet short, he pulled away, only to have that pompous smirk on his face.

“you’re not falling for me, are you?”

[nxtsnw]

Hello I saw you opened request. Can I have how Dazai and Chuuya act when they have a crush on someone? Thank you💕

— a.n. hihi, I am sorry for my lateness; my hiatus lasted a little longer. hope u will like it<3

— gender: fluff !!

— characters: chuuya, dazai

୨୧ CHUUYA NAKAHARA ୨୧

. If he had a crush, it would be clear to everyone but him. Every single time he tried to deny it, it would only serve as further evidence of his feelings.

. He will deny as much as possible that he has feelings for you. He will get to the point of being about to lose the opportunity, or even he would only realize his crush after losing it...

. Despite this I think he would yet be "jealous" when it comes to you and would keep any possible admirer keeping clear -Even with strong manners if necessary - He would do it almost unconsciously.

. He will likely try to get as close to you physically as he can. Simple greetings from a distance, hugs at first sight, and even hand-to-hand touch as you get closer all count as greetings.

. Chuuya would try his hardest to look you in the eye for as long as he could, but he would end up flushing more and avoiding his gaze instead. Uncontrollable blushing, especially on the tips of the nose !!

. Anonymous gifts! You can even get the impression that they are made by him. Who else would gift you a bottle of wine so pricey and rare?

. He'll reveal to you a side of himself that he usually keeps hidden. I don't mean to say that he would allow himself to be perceived as weak by you on the opposite. He would be happy to show you what he so jealously guards.

It's late at night and you've been dreaming for a while. The light slumber was, however, broken by a knock at the door. Who knows, maybe he missed you because he was the one that came to see you.

He'll invite you to go for a walk with him under the excuse that he can't sleep. Hence, you would find yourself walking side by side on a night when only the moonlight prevented the sight from causing you to fall somewhere. Nothing about it was romantic. You were still wearing your pink unicorn pajamas and seemed to be mostly sleeping.

The figure of the red-haired boy sparkling in the moonlight captured your half-closed eyes. He would confess his feelings when your head was still fogged with sleep and the only sound you could hear was the wind rustling. He might murmur something to himsel and he would clear his throat several times, before speaking aloud. Imagine trying to grasp what your friend was muttering when you already had trouble understanding where you were. So you smiled and nodded, unaware of his repeated confessions.

You were aware of his lack of patience. 

"Listen. I like you"

Soon after, maybe dreading your response, he would turn to go back. Chuuya had even considered the possibility of tricking you into thinking it was all a dream if you refused...

୨୧ OSAMU DAZAI ୨୧

. I thought a lot about how he would act around his crush even though we know "dazai likes all women". I think it would take him a long time to truly understand what exactly that particular emotion that everyone refers to as love is.

. He might have even tried it, but in such case, he would basically be lost and uncertain of what to do. I can imagine him admiring his crush with a gaze that is something between lost and frightening.

. I believe it would take some time for him to consider her feelings to be real, sincere, and concrete. "Oooh so I'm in love," he might think, and then break out in hysterics or simply widen his eyes in disbelief.

. He might spend long periods away from you before returning as if it was nothing; eventually, when his feelings for you grow, he might start to talk about them with you and give you kind of "explanations".

. It would be difficult to tell his feelings apart because he would be flirting with you nonstop and, as we all know, his first technique of approach would be double suicide (again, I don't think he understands them all that well either).

. When he becomes aware of his feelings, he stops flirting with you, almost as a sign that his sentiments were genuine?. Yeah,,,it would be a bit confusing to actually deal with him...

. He wouldn't reveal his emotions until you took the initiative. "Oh I like you too, I think I love you y/n".

Well, as I have already said, I think you would confess first. 

You know, hiding and denying your emotions will only cause them to increase, which will cause a maximal eruption of them. 

It was late at night when you decided to reveal to Dazai your true feelings the following day. 

You liked to think of the night as a friend, as the one who offers the truest, most seek advice from the depths of your heart.

Your confession should have been nothing extravagant or ridiculous; it had to be something natural and spontaneous. It was important to liberate yourself from the enormous burden you had been carrying for far too long.

The day passed quickly, yet you didn't even catch a glimpse of that boy's shadow. You searched all over for him, but in the end, you gave up and returned home defeated. You thought a lot while you sat in your room, you were genuinely persuaded that this was the right day. 

After that, until dusk, this thought remained. Until you heard the bell you reached the door at 8.34 p.m, and there you saw your friend, Dazai, waiting for you with two boxes of pizza.

There was no specific reason, he simply wanted - these were his words to your astonished expression. So you ended up in your room, where you and your friend lay in the fading light of a few candles and stared at the ceiling. Every shade was distorted because you were exhausted. Yet it wasn't scary; it was the opposite. The sound of your crush's laughter was the backdrop to those visions you had because you were tired. You were over the moon at the time, so what on earth could go wrong!  You wished that you could continue to live forever and repeat that same moment.

You said, knowing the consequences: "Sometimes it feels so nice when you're in love." He gave you a quick glance before responding: "So you are in love?? Who is the lucky person who has caught your heart??"

You spoke all of "you" in one breath.

After that, you then looked away, you wouldn't have made eye contact for a second longer.

"Oh, my dumbass y/n I've liked you for a long time already." was his only reply..

[huelovening]

let you break my heart again pt. 2

hueningkai x reader

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, hueningie says mean things

a/n: HI im so sorry this took like. a year i died

part 1 (UGH IT WONT LET ME LINK IT RIGHT NOW ILL UPDte later)

the amount of scolding kai had to endure after he came home, left him upset.

he opened the door and immediately came to sight of his four elders, expectantly looking at him. "where's y/n?"

oh, his next words will surely take a blow on them. "i-, i don't think y/n and i should spend time anymore. she likes me and i don't return her feelings like that."

mixtures of "WHAT?", "dude what the hell" and "beee so for real" spread throughout the room, kai sat down on the couch with his hyungs, expecting comforting words, but-

"dude, you can't be serious? you ruined your relationship with y/n, because apparently you don't feel the same way? i know you're insecure sometimes and unsure of your feelings but you like her. whenever we talk you bring her up, i was annoyed by it at some point but i knew how much she meant to you so i let it be. don't be a dumbass, kai." taehyun finished, sighing one last time.

"you don't know how i feel, don't fucking act like you do. she's nothing to me" kai spat, his words more venomous than ever.

he got up to go to his room after that, taking one last glance at his best friends infront of him.

he was furious, that was for sure. he couldn't understand why his friends had to meddle in his life like that, he could handle it on his own. though he knew he went kinda far and said words he didn't mean, (you were definitely not nothing to him) he didn't want to talk to them as for now.

kai never argued with his friends, so he didn't know what to do, but to rot in bed for a little while. he couldn't even talk to you cause he broke your heart!

the boy tried to act like it was your fault, for falling in love, for thinking he'd like you back. deep down, he knew, that some kind of feelings did in fact, linger for you.

not that he would ever admit.

truth to be told, he thought his heart had belong to yuna. though after their first date, he realised she wasn't what he wanted, she wasn't you. as he kept seeing her, the guilt ate him up, and she knew too. that's when she ended things, kai told this story to his friends, ...without the part where he didn't even like her.

so, what the hell is wrong with him? why did he reject you? it's so clear to everyone that he wants to be with you. he needs to let you know too.

you haven't been doing well. after listening in on his conversation soobin, you obviously knew he wouldn't want you, but still, it hurt.

so when you've spent the entire night crying your eyes out, you don't expect to hear the sound of the ringing of your doorbell at 3am.

you considered not getting up at all. probably just a prank, right? but with the loneliness consuming your mind, you already absentmindedly made your way to the door

"kai."

as soon as you see his face you want to leave. run out of the house, even if its yours. the thought of slamming the door into his face hurts you, seems too cruel. after all, he's still the same boy you fell in love with, even after getting hurt.

"y-y/n.. i-.. can i come in?" he stutters.

you study his face, not knowing what his intentions were. he walks to the couch you've shared endless amounts of time on, laughing together and you cant help but think if you ruined it for good.

as you both sit down, he expectantly looks at you, didn't he initiate this? "kai, what is it? i know how you feel, we don't need to talk any more about this." you shrug, acting as nonchalant as possible.

"no, y/n... it's.. i made a mistake." he takes a deep breather in between his sentences. "i like you. fuck, i know i cant say this but i love you. i always did, i don't know why i acted the way i did.. i guess i was scared. i'm an asshole, i know and i understand if you can't forgive me but.. i just need you to know, that it's always been you. i'm sorry." he finishes

you're speechless. out of everything that could've happened, you didn't expect this, not at all. (which doesn't mean you're not excited about it!)

"kai.. i.. i love you too but i need some time. suddenly you don't like me and then you do? i forgive you but.. i need to think about this." you say.

he gives you a look which.. you don't know how to quiet read. is he glad? or angry at you? you start becoming nervous again until he starts speaking. "okay. that's fine. take all off the time you need"

he finally shows his signature smile again, the one that makes you weak in the knees, the one that makes you want to kiss him stupid.

he indulges you in a warm hug and you cant help feel your heart beating the same way that it always has for him, and for the first time that night, you giggle.

"spend the night?"

[sourbinnie]

title -> she's all i wanna be genre -> pure angst (should not be a surprise by now) pair -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader plot -> getting replaced isn't fun (especially by someone who never gave you a chance to love them) lowercase intended | no warnings a/n: part 2 with maknae line? i'll see if i can make it different though :] lmk if you liked it!

stupid boy making me so sad

didn't think you could change this fast

"ah sorry (y/n), i have plans today with someone special."

at first it was fine and i could understand that he was busy or had plans with someone else. i didn't expect it to be her though and that's when jealousy started bubbling up in my chest. everyone loved her to the absolute fullest, how could you not? great dancer, incredible singer, lovely personality and an idol, she was full package (or an ace as they say). of course chan would fall head over heels for her, of course the plan was not just a plan, it was a date organized in secrecy so no photos would be caught and no scandals would be brought up. 

he looked at her with cartoonish eyes, full on heart mode. she was gorgeous, i could not deny it. i was just me, boring old me with nothing to show (at least that's what everyone led me to believe). as if i wasn't frustrated enough on their private social media they posted so many pics of them together and the last one being a kiss. he led me to believe at one point that when his contract would finish, we would be the ones having dates and kissing freely. but it looks like it was just a lie as if she fits that image more than i will ever do.

she's got everything that i don't have

how could i ever compete with that?

"she's so incredible like she can do anything."

yeah i know, i hear it every day minho. the choreography you guys pulled off went so well that you're now clouded with eyes only reserved for one person only. i expected this, i saw it coming from a mile away when she stepped into the jyp building and you just had an expression that i couldn't read 'cause that was love at first sight. you never looked in my direction that way but for her you would clearly do anything that she asked you to. i couldn't even get along with her before i found you guys making out after practice when we were supposed to go out.

i had to go home and cry into my pillow for hours as i tried to calm myself down but failed miserably at every attempt. it was almost like it was all a prank played on me since everyone knew about my crush on him and maybe that also meant he knew as well. god was i that awful? did i look that bad? i know i could not pull a dance move at all but did only that matter to be with him? maybe just wasn't meant to be like i thought he was. if this is a competition then i'm the loser 100%.

i know you'll go and change your mind

one day wake up and you're bored with mine

"i've been talking to her for hours, i could not get bored of her."

but you could get bored of me and pretend i wasn't there as i came to visit you but you were just on your phone. and this isn't even the first time that changbin has done something like this because when he falls, he falls hard. he could talk about her for hours and i would just have to put up with the weight of not being enough for him every single day. i would look at myself on my phone camera, my reflection in the mirror trying to figure out how i could improve myself for him (as if that wasn't pathetic enough).

i knew the day where he would ditch me would come. i just wasn't ready for how hard it would hit me, the reality of not being best friends anymore since he's now got someone who he can call that but also do so much more. i didn't want him to leave me hangin' but i became second choice as soon as she walked through the door. it was a punch in the face to see them hanging out in the distance when i was over at the dorms. seeing them kiss for the first time almost brought me to tears.

she's got everything that i don't have

and shе's all I wanna be, all i wanna be so bad.

"she's the love of my life and yes i'm sure."

i might have been there before but that didn't matter in hyunjin's eyes as he placed a kiss on her cheek. so many years together thinking that maybe i would have a chance with the one i used to call "the one". how incredibly delusional of me thinking that i would have a chance with hwang hyunjin when she was right there all along. her beauty was outstanding and her confidence showed with every move, every word, everything. but here i am being insecure about her, about him and about where i stood positioned.

i got up, leaving the place before i put myself through more hurt than i needed right now. it was so stupid of me to think that staying friends could be easy when i clearly couldn't do that. my eyes getting filled with tears as i just wished to be in his arms and take her place for a moment, for a second even if it was possible. i would just like the once feel the love of the one i wanted and his eyes reserved for me like i was meant to be the one he was looking at. but he said it, she's the love of his life right? no spot for me anymore.