#LET HIM LIVE IN PEAC E

[msrandonstuff]

I AM TRYING TO LOOK FOR MY BLORBO HERE

STOP POSTING SHIT BASHING HIM WHEN YOU ARE GOING TO TURN A BLIND EYE TO YOUR BLORBO'S PROBLEMS TOO AND CRUCIFY HIM FOR HIS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[rawjutsu]

chapter two.

pairing: snow leopard hybrid!gojo x bunny hybrid!femreader

keep up here

while you’re not fully adjusted to city life yet, it’s getting easier. you don’t think you’ll ever be completely accustomed to living with gojo satoru, but that’s getting a little easier too.

you’ve learned some survival tricks. like always showering before him. and always putting on a sweatshirt—or at least a bra—before you leave your room, because he loves keeping the ac cranked to arctic tundra levels. another thing?

don’t try to befriend him. because he will take it too far.

you’d figured, since you're stuck living with this guy until you can afford your own place, you might as well try to get along. you can’t help it if your rabbit instincts scream predator every time he so much as glances your way—but you can try to ignore them.

it starts with dinner. you’ll never forget the first time you sit across from him at the little kitchen table, sliding over a plate of leftover sushi rolls with a shaky little “thanks for letting me crash here” smile.

satoru freezes mid-bite, blinking like a cartoon character. then he flashes you that grin that makes your fur stand on end.

“aww, how sweet. bunny girl’s finally coming around.”

now… dinner becomes routine.

you still flinch when his knee bumps yours under the table, but the urge to flee has dulled into a low, steady thrum instead of a full-blown siren.

dinner was tolerable. then satoru started insisting on tagging along for errands. he called them “roomie bonding days.” grocery shopping. helping you lug a new dresser up five flights of stairs. even walking with you to the landlord’s office to drop off rent checks.

it was weirdly domestic. and the rabbit part of you—wired to crave comfort and routine—secretly loved it, no matter how hard you tried to stifle it.

like now, when you’re checking out at the grocery store and satoru swipes his card before you even unzip your wallet, the old lady cashier squints at the two of you and makes a little noise.

“you and your boyfriend make quite the pair,” she says, nodding as she bags up satoru’s absolutely unholy mountain of meat.

you laugh politely. “he’s not my boyfriend, ma’am.”

satoru’s already grinning. “nah, but she wishes.”

you scowl, but the old woman completely ignores him.

“oh, that’s a relief,” she says, casual as anything.

you both blink. “…oh?”

she hesitates, then continues, “well… the world’s different now, i know that. but a small hybrid like yourself should really be with others like you. biology is biology,” she adds, like she’s saying something wise, not offensive. she flashes gojo a tight little smile. “it just wouldn’t work.”

you open your mouth to laugh awkwardly—keep the peace, be nice—but then something warm wraps around your waist.

you freeze. it’s satoru’s tail.

it curls around you like it belongs there.

“oh, it works, lady,” he says, dangerously smooth. “matter fact—”

he reaches toward the display near the register, grabs something, and slams it on the counter with a smirk.

“—ring this up for me.”

you look down. your brain short-circuits. a box of extra extra large condoms stares back at you.

the cashier sputters like she’s choking on air.

your mouth opens. no sound comes out.

then satoru hums, looking thoughtful. “hmm… actually, we don’t need ’em.” he grabs your hand and the rest of the bags in one go, then drags you out of the store before you can even breathe.

satoru, to his credit, doesn’t say anything about the deep flush still burning across your cheeks as you storm down the sidewalk, fuming and trying to match his long-legged stride.

“she was an old lady, satoru! you could’ve just ignored her!”

he shrugs, cool and unbothered. “i don’t stand for discrimination.”

“no, you just love humiliating me!”

“humiliating?? that old hag should be the one humiliated.”

“oh my god—the condoms, satoru!”

he stops walking abruptly, turning to face you. there’s that little smile again—and even with his sunglasses on, you can feel the glint in his eyes.

“huh. so that’s what this is about. you mad i didn’t actually buy them?” his voice drops an octave. “don’t worry, little bunny. i’ve got some back home.”

your eyes go wide. "you're an idiot!" you hiss, dropping your grocery bags to the hot concrete. “and you can carry these yourself!”

you whirl around and storm off toward the apartment, small fists clenched at your sides, ears twitching in agitation. your face is burning so bad it practically sizzles under the sun.

you’re back at the apartment, curled up on the sofa and angrily flipping through channels, trying not to feel guilty about ditching him to carry all those bags in the heat.

when he finally walks in, he’s glistening with sweat, white bangs plastered to his forehead, tail swishing like an agitated metronome.

he drops the bags on the kitchen counter with a dramatic sigh. “do you not know what a joke is?”

you scoff. “a joke? it’s a joke to imply you’re having sex with me?”

gojo groans, dragging a hand down his face. “that wasn’t about you. i was putting that crusty old fossil in her place.” he mutters the next part under his breath, “clearly we’re not having sex…”

you don’t hear it.

you frown. “you kept going, even after we left the store!”

he sighs again, this time deeper. “okay. yeah. that was too much. my bad.”

you blink. he looks—ugh—actually guilty. which is disarming. and yeah… he’s still sweaty. you sigh.

“it was a lot. but… i get it. in your own ‘satoru’ way, you were just standing up for yourself. or… for us, i guess. it’s not easy dealing with people like that.”.”

he doesn’t respond, just gives a vague nod, and you grimace.

“also,” you say quickly, “not to excuse your behavior or like… totally erase my anger, ‘cause i am still upset—but i get kind of extra sensitive when my heat’s coming. around certain themes.”

gojo’s expression flickers.

“themes?” he echoes, but his voice is suddenly lower. throatier.

you wave your hands like a maniac. “like—sex themes! i mean—not like sex-sex, just… the concept. and it’s hot! like, the weather is hot! it’s just… a bad combo!”

he lets out a slow exhale and makes a small “oh” sound, lips forming a perfect o. but there’s a tightness in his jaw you didn’t notice before. you think he’s looking at you, but you can’t really tell behind those stupid sunglasses.

“gotcha,” he says a little too fast. “so—no more sex jokes for now.”

“forever,” you deadpan.

“right. yeah.” he waves you off vaguely, turning around and practically bolting toward the hallway. “i’m gonna shower. i’m all sweaty thanks to you. don't bother me.”

he disappears into the bathroom before you can blink.

you frown. that was weirdly abrupt.

later that night, you’re buried in your sheets, eyes wide open as you stare at the ceiling in the dark.

you’ve flipped your pillow three times. turned on the fan. turned it off. even pulled out your phone and scrolled mindlessly through apps you weren’t even looking at.

but nothing helps.

because all you can think about is that damn box.

extra. extra. large.

you groan and bury your face in the pillow.

did he grab it just to mess with the lady? or… had he actually known exactly what size to reach for?

you shift in bed, thighs pressing together as an ache begins to settle deep in your belly. it’s stupid. hormonal. biological. you’re pre-heat, and your body’s craving comfort, intimacy—touch. but even knowing that, your brain still clings to the memory of gojo’s smug grin, his tail wrapped protectively around your waist.

your ears flatten in frustration. you are not going to think about him while you do this.

but ten minutes later, you're digging in your nightstand, grabbing your little pink vibrator. the second it buzzes to life, your breath catches.

you bite your lip and carefully pull your thin shorts down, exposing skin that’s already flushed and damp from the heat. the vibrator presses against your inner thigh first, teasing your sensitive skin as you close your eyes, trying to drown out every noisy thought.

your breath hitches when you finally slide it between your folds, soft and slick. the vibration throbs in waves, teasing your clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure that make your toes curl.

your free hand grips the sheets tight as your hips start to rock involuntarily, seeking that perfect angle, that perfect pressure. your body trembles with each pulse, hot and sticky with sweat and desire.

you try not to think about him—his long legs, the way his tail sways, those mischievous dark eyes behind the sunglasses—but every memory is like a spark that sets your skin on fire. you imagine his fangs sinking into your neck, his rough tongue flicking over your skin, and your knees clench tighter.

the buzzing grows louder in your ears, mixing with your ragged breathing and the faintest whimpers that escape your lips. your ears flatten, cheeks burning as you squeeze your eyes shut, picturing the way your nose scrunches when you glare at him, how your floppy ears pull back in fear or frustration.

you’re so close now, hips trembling with the delicious tension, your heartbeat pounding in your ears like thunder.

you don’t know it, but just a wall away, satoru’s eyes snap open.

his ears twitch.

and then flatten back against his head.

the low, steady hum of your vibrator is faint—but he hears it. he can’t not hear it. his hearing picks up everything. the way your breathing catches. the soft shuffle of your sheets.

and that tiny, nearly inaudible moan.

gojo clenches his jaw so hard it aches. his fists twist in his sheets. his cock is already hard, throbbing against the band of his sweats, angry and hot and desperate.

but he doesn't move.

he just lays there, teeth bared, tail flicking in agitation.

this is your fault.

you're the one touching yourself.

you're the one being unbearably cute and annoyingly sexy without even trying.

and he's the one losing sleep over it.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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[ggukgoldensoul]

travel

pairing; idol!jk x reader

summary; reader has wanted to go to japan since she started watching anime when she was a child… good thing her boyfriend wants to make her happy whatever it takes.

warnings; nothing!!! pure fluff, jk loves so so so so much reader he would d!e for her and k!ll for her, and reader also loves jk so much she would kll for him.

a/n; i have started one piece and my anime root has started again (it never disappeared) i dont know why i didn’t started it earlier, such a good masterpiece!!! 

laying on the couch of the living room with the chill air of the air-conditioning wrapping around her like a second skin, the 5 episode of the second season of jujutsu kaisen was playing on the tv, a tray of food next to her. she knew she told jungkook she would wait for him to come back from the agency, but the need to continue the shibuya arc was stronger than any feeling. 

the front door opened and jungkook came in, leaving behind his shoes and jacket in the wardrobe. he heard the voice of gojo coming from the tv and froze. she stopped the episode and slowly turned towards him. 

“i can explain it” her hands up, trying to protect herself. against what? she didn’t know.

“yah, we were supposed to watch it together” he said while walking to the couch and sat beside her, arms crossed and a pout on his face, clearly annoyed and a little sad. she looked at him and grabbed his arm, shaking it a bit. “jungkook-ah, look at me, please, im sorry” still shaking his arm, jungkook let escape a hmm. “pleaseeeeeee…”

he wasn't going to give in. 

 sitting on his lap, she took his face in her hands so he was looking at her. they looked into each other's eyes, her doe eyes and pout melted something in him. damn, he couldn't stay mad at her. with a sigh, he hugged her and placed his face on her chest. laughing a bit, she hugged him back. “missed you kook” “missed you too sweetheart”

“would you mind if we start it again? i really want to watch it from the start” he said, excitement filled in his voice. she nodded and was about to sit beside him but jungkook’s arm tightened around her waist, not letting her go, and she was more than happy about it. 

jungkook took the control remote and played the first episode. she snuggled into him a little more and he placed a kiss on her cheek. 

time passed, night came, they finished the entire second season and then decided to continue with one piece. 

“do you know there’s a one piece theme park in japan? i really want to go, and also the jujutsu kaizen theme park and the nintendo one too, and then visit tokyo and buy things there” sighed “maybe one day i'll go.”

he listened to her rambling and noticed the sadness in her voice. he knew her financial situation wasn’t good, sometimes she would cancel their plans not wanting him to pay for everything, but he didn’t mind that a bit. he payed for her things because he wanted to, not because he was bound to it, he really loved to pamper her with love and things he knew would make her happy. 

“oh, we have runned out of food, im going to the kitchen to take more snacks”

jungkook stopped the episode and took his phone while she was in the kitchen. her head peeked out from the kitchen door. “we have runned out of snacks, do you want to order food?”

“ok!”

half hour passed and they were both eating and watching the series, enjoying a peaceful summer night with each other. 

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the sun was peeking through the curtains as if wanting to catch the lovers in their sleep. jungkook was the first one to wake up, admiring his lover by his side, the curve of her lip, the softness of her cheek, everything that made her being herself was something to admire. slowly, he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. he was making the toasts and the coffee when he felt her arms around his waist. 

“good morning, gorgeous”

“good morning, gguk”

she sat at the kitchen island looking at her boyfriend moving around the kitchen. “anyway, why are you up this early? its barely 8 in the morning”

“we are going to travel”

“oh, travel? where?”

he placed the breakfast on the island “its a surprise”

“yah! it's this about yesterday? are you mad?”

“of course not! why would i be mad with you about that?” he placed a kiss to her forehead. “eat, we have to prepare luggage”

“okay” she said with a singsong voice

they finished their breakfast and went to prepare the luggage. 

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the clock hit 11 in the morning, everything was ready, the tickets hid from her, everything was a surprise until they reached the airport. all the suitcases were at the front door, all the lights were off, the only thing left was a quick check of the things they needed for the journey.

“sneakers?”

“yes”

“coat?”

“yes”

“jungkook, we have everything, this isn’t necessary.”

“i know, but i don't want you to complain later about not having something”

she rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, even though she didn’t know where they were going to travel, she felt excited and happy about it.  

“okay! let's gooo!”

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the airport was buzzing with people going and coming, airplanes landing and flying. they entered the airport when a call was made through the speakers.

“dear passengers of the airplane 06132013, with destination tokyo, japan, its going to take flight in 10 minutes”

“oh thats our flight lets go, come on”

“wait- what? jungkook wait!” she yelled at him while running behind him, trying to catch him.

“come on!”

“you're too fast! slow down!”

people looked at them while they ran to the door. they arrived sweating and panting, but they were living their best moment right now, but it wasn't until then that it hit her, they were flying to japan, they were going to tokyo, her dream since she was a child was going to come true in that moment, when their feet where on the plain and all because she had by her side the most wonderful person someone could ever met. 

“hey, dont cry bae”

she didn't even knew she was crying “its just that” a sob stopped her from talking “i really love you jungkook, im so glad to have you with me”

he took her by the waist and pressed her to his side, leaving soft and loving kisses to her face, head and neck. 

“lets go sweetheart, japan is waiting for us!”

all rights reserved to ©ggukgoldensoul. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[blackcat-star]

[Married] Wiege.

Husband!Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

« Someone who loves you | That's all he needs »

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"흠, 음, 아가 (Hush, my little child)

어서 잠들거라 (And drift into your dream)

눈을 감으면 낙원에서 (A place where you can leisurely play)

뛰놀거라" (Our paradise)

Night has fallen over Seoul. It is time to start your bedtime routine which will help you unwind and sleep deeply tonight.

The moon radiates its bright light from the night sky tonight as it floats above like a large shining pearl. A soft spring wind moves across the landscape and enters the small room of a house near the city limits.

The pale curtains move slightly with the passing of a soft wind. Soft moonlight enters through the window to brighten the space where stuffed animals mingle with children's books in a pleasant and magical setting.

The room remains dark because the main lights are off while the night lamp shines softly and moonlight enters through the window.

Tonight is another quiet and peaceful spring night.

People who want peace should choose to live in the areas beyond the city limits. The outer city area remains quiet throughout the night with no vehicle noise or crowds like downtown but instead offers peaceful sounds of a baby sleeping next to its mother.

Sung Jinwoo remained still at the entryway while gazing into the room. He had just returned, he always came home late, his wife often nagged him about it. What could he do, the night was his territory, the most suitable time for all investigations and crimes. His job was to investigate and detain criminals, it sounded heavy and tiring.

But he did all this just to return to the warmth of his family's love.

His liitle, beloved family.

You were sitting by the crib, holding your little child in your arms. Your lips moved slightly, singing a lullaby in a deep, sweet voice like honey, so gentle that it made his heart skip a beat. You reached out to pat his back, your eyes strangely gentle.

He should have showered, changed, and crawled into bed like every other day. But that lullaby stopped him. Fixed him there, as if if he stepped into... this peaceful moment, it would shatter like glass.

Suho slept soundly in his mother's arms. Enveloped in the warm breath of mother's arms, mother's heart and the warmth of home.

Jinwoo's heart suddenly felt like it was melting.

He never thought that one day he would be able to start a small family of his own. The E-rank hunter back then never thought that his life would be like this, he didn't even dare to dream. Back then, he only cared about how to live, how to make money, he didn't think about falling in love, getting married, and having children.

Looking back at himself now, Jinwoo felt that he had accomplished so much. This was the greatest achievement he had ever had.

His wife and son.

You used to be a very strong and free-spirited person. You were always full of life and enthusiasm. Now that image has been replaced by a gentle image of you, the image of a mother and a wife.

You were once the brightest light on the battlefield.

He met you during the most chaotic days of his life.

A young girl with eyes that never looked down, walking through the ruins of a destroyed gate as if victory was inevitable. I once told him.

"This world is cruel, Jinwoo. But if we don't fight it, who will protect the weaker ones?"

You once stood alone in front of a high-level ogre, blood flowing from your forehead to your chin but my lips still curled into a smile. You once carried the wounded Jinwoo out of the battlefield, cursing profusely while your hands trembled with worry. You once rushed forward first, drawing your weapon from your backpack and shouting.

"Back off! Let me clear the way!"

Jinwoo never forgot that small but burning figure. Like a flame that resisted the storm.

You were never afraid. You were the first person to teach him how to hold a knife properly, the first person to swing a shield for Jinah when she was ambushed near the school gate. You were the one who climbed over the corpses of monsters alone to save a living child. And who once said, "We do not fight for fame, but for those who cannot fight."

There was a fire in you - strong, fierce, unyielding.

Yet, you were the one who put down your weapon first.

During your daily morning routine you started talking as you both drank coffee on the balcony. During your morning coffee you asked "What if I stop wanting to fight tomorrow? All I want is to become a wife and mother while devoting my time to my family."

Jinwoo paused to think before responding with a smile. "You made me realize this is the most lovely statement I have ever heard."

You smiled. Those eyes were no longer as fierce as on the battlefield. But gentle. Soft. But still you.

Jinwoo entered the room, very quietly, as if afraid to break the warm image. He sat down next to you, looking at the little boy who was dozing off. Suho's jet-black hair was like his, but those plump lips and rosy cheeks - they were clearly yours.

You didn't say anything, just leaned against your husband, your hand still patting Suho's back, the lullaby still on your lips.

"부드러운 (The gentle wind)

바람이 춤추고 (Writing its symphony)

간절하게  (The morning comes)

숨결을 스며들 때 (Unshaken and so certain)"

Suho is still sleeping soundly in his mother's arms.

Little Suho doesn't need to worry about anything, because his mother is always here to take care of him, his father is still here as a strong shield, protecting him from nightmares. And the shadow soldiers, always silently following behind, making sure everything is okay.

Suho was born with all the joy and love, so don't worry about anything, just sleep well, sleep soundly.

Jinwoo gently touched his son's cheek with one finger. The baby moved slightly, his tiny hand waving as if welcoming his father's presence, then lay still in your arms.

Then he looked at you. The soft light fell on your face, highlighting your eyes and lips.

In Jinwoo's eyes, you were always beautiful.

Jinwoo suddenly wanted to cry.

He would give anything for moments like this.

He would give up everything, even his blood and life, just to be able to keep this moment forever.

Jinwoo reached out, gently grasping the hand that was placed on Suho's back. That hand was still as strong as before, pulling him back from the brink of life and death. Now, that hand was caressing a small creature, with all the gentleness in the world.

The moonlight fell on your hair, creating a soft glow around your face. You were no longer the warrior you once were – no more blood, no more wounds, no more strong eyes that always looked forward. Now, you were Suho's mother. Jinwoo's wife. Home.

He just sat next to you, quietly listening to Suho's steady breathing, your lullaby, the spring breeze gently blowing through the window, and... the sound of his own heart beating.

He had thought he was dead, since the day his father went missing, then his mother fell into a coma, since his heart was covered in darkness, since he stepped into those dark and bloody dungeons. He had thought his heart would only live for fighting, for revenge, for protection.

But after he had solved everything, his heart beat for something else – for love.

Jinwoo lifted his gaze to study the window frame. The moon shines like a perfect round pearl in the night sky. The spring breeze continues to softly move through the grass blades as if a gentle spirit touches everything.

"자연스레 (Without a word)

품을 거야 (You will embrace)

노래하던 바다" (The endless sea that sings)

TAfter the song ended you placed Suho back into his crib.

Jinwoo held you close as he asked "Do you need rest?"

You leaned against his chest for support and pressed your face into his muscles while saying "Yeah...Suho tested my patience tonight and took forever to fall asleep."

He laughed quietly before placing a kiss on your hair and said "Thanks, love."

You studied him as you asked, "Why do you thank me?"

Jinwoo held your hand softly while keeping his gaze fixed on the peaceful face. "For choosing me. For staying here. For giving me a lovely family."

The moonlight remained suspended like a precious stone above the night sky. The soft spring air brought the fragrance of flowers and the night's fresh air into the room. Inside the small room three hearts made a soft family beat as they all throbbed in harmony.

"You are my home."

"And you are the last person I trust to turn my back on without defense."

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the song lyric: Wiege - Alien Stage

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Part of LIFE WITH YOU.

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[athenaluthor]

For you? Always.

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

summary: months after being away at war, general skywalker returns to his girl. they can’t keep their hands to themselves

warnings: 18+ MDNI, unedited, longing, princess!reader, smut, fluff, creamp!e and size k!nk, reader is fem and has long hair.

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The ship's hum drifts you away from the chaos outside. Unexpectedly, none of the noise seems to reach you here and for a moment, the galaxy outside seems to have disappeared. A temporary, lulling reprieve for the aches that have found a home in your bones since the start of the war.

A part of you wishes for no one to bother you ever again, to simply live in peace. It is possible, you suppose. To leave it all and return home to the comfort of your home. The guilt however, would surely eat you alive.

Deny as you might, it drives you insane. It somehow pushes all the buttons and pulls all the strings, all at once. The endless chatter of arguments and unyielding animosity is a stark difference than what you'd imagine life at the Senate would be.

Staring up at the ceiling your mind wanders, to home, to your parents and eventually to him.

Much to your dismay, you haven't had the chance to return back home. Each trip scheduled for your home planet as of late is always cancelled at the last minute, thwarted by the next issue at the Senate. The past few rotations are quiet too,barely any news came from the frontlines, even to the Senate.

As of now, your comlink also remains void of any updates from him, a rare occurrence for the both of you. Holding on to the small tendrils of hope, you tell yourself that no news is good news, and the force is indeed with him each step.

Princess?” A familiar voice snaps you out of your spiral.

“We've landed. Shall we make a move for your apartments?” asks Edwina.

Edwina. Oh, she's truly godsend. She and alongside the rest of your handmaidens are your tether to reality amongst this chaos.

They all fuss at how tense and anxious you are, blaming it on how overworked the Senate makes you.

Although you're certain Edwina knows about you and him, she mentions no word of it to the rest of them. She says no word of how each time the comlink beeps, you peer over to check it. She says no word at how your face and form falters when it's not him, yet beams when it is.

Gods, what you would give to hear his voice right now.

Edwina moves to help you, ensuring you slip on your shoes correctly, smoothing out your clothes and hair, making you somewhat presentable as the other handmaidens work to pack your things around the room.

The lack of answers from you isn't unusual for Edwina or any of them these days.

With the Senate practically disintegrating, calls for your return home have increased tenfold. Your parents have no desire to let their child fight for a losing cause, neither did your people.

Yet, here you are. Running isn't an option. Not when he is fighting on the frontlines, risking his life each time when Jedi are meant to be peacekeepers, not soldiers. Yet, they have surely become synonymous.

Soon though, the war will escalate, that much is certain. If the war reaches Coruscant, you'll have to leave for home, and might never see him again.

Will you ever see him again?

Vinnie’s gaze falls on you as you slip on the pair of gloves she hands to you. “Are you alright, Princess?” her gentle voice prods.

“Hmm? Just exhausted.” you reply, cringing at the sceptical look she shoots you.

To soothe her worries you reassure her, “Nothing a good night's sleep can't fix, Vinnie.”

Truthfully, no amount of sleep could fix this and even Vinnie knows it.

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Standing in the middle of the living room is a figure whose silhouette you know all too well. All tall and broad shoulders. His robes are clean and freshly pressed, he seems alive and well.

“Princess.” he greets you, voice gentle and laced with desperation and longing.

“Ani….” Without hesitation, you run to him. Anakin wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you bury your face in chest. He smells clean, like freshly done laundry.

“I missed you, my girl.” he says into your hair. Anakin pulls away slightly, lifting up your chin and trying to get a look at his beloved.

“Princess….what are these tears for, hmm?” asks Anakin, wiping away the tears spilling down your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m alright and I’m here, just like I promised, baby.”

He leans in, forehead against yours as he whispers "Everything's alright, my sweet girl. Everything’s alright.”

No words escape you as you sob. The relief washing through your body has rendered you speechless. The hours and sleepless nights of you pondering upon his safety has hit you all at once.

Your legs give out beneath you and Anakin gently brings the both of you to the floor. He peppers kisses all over your face, brushing away the strands of hair from your face and tucking them behind your ears.

“I’m sorry.” you laugh out through your sobs. “Please tell me you’re alright. Tell me you’re back with the same number of limbs you left with.” you say, desperation and concern seeping through each word.

Anakin laughs softly, his boyish grin melting your heart. “Yes, princess. Still only have one missing hand, the other limbs are still here.”

He unclips the cape around your neck, letting it fall off your shoulders. Anakin takes your gloved hands in his and carefully pulls off your gloves before bringing your hands to his lips. He places gentle, revering kisses all over your knuckles and wrists.

With a boyish grin, he says “Don’t think any war’s gonna take me away from you, princess. I’m always gonna come back, even if I have to crawl. Can’t have you lonely now, can I?”.

Anakin leans in, lips dangerously close to yours. He hesitates for a moment but abandons his reason and pulls you in a searing kiss. His kisses are passionate and desperate, filled with fervor and devotion as his hands cups your face. The kiss has you trying to catch your breath and keep up with him.

“I need you.” he whines once he pulls away, desperate.

“You have me.” you reply, lust lacing each word.

Anakin pulls up and leads you over to the plush settee. He lets you climb into his lap before pulling you into another hot, searing kiss.

Arousal floods your body and you move your hips slightly, trying to get relief on his clothed cock. The movement has him groaning into the kiss, his cock grows impossibly harder than before. You can’t wait any longer, and neither can he.

“Ani…. Please, I need you..” you whimper out.

Anakin somehow manages to free his cock from the confines of his pants. The head glistens with precum, hard and heavy for you. He pushes aside your panties and slides himself slowly inside you, mouth hanging open as he watches himself slip inside.

“I miss this, princess.” He groans out as he thrusts into you.

The stretch burns deliciously, months of not having him inside your pussy made you forget how good his cock was. Kriff, he’s massive. He stretches you out so much, every inch splits you open as he pushes himself deeper inside you.

“Ani… So big..” you whimper

Throwing your head back, you moan. The pleasure and pain sends your body into a fritz. Anakin too nearly cums at how tight you are, it's been too damn long since he had you. Countless nights, he hid away and tried to relieve himself with his hand. Unfortunately for him, his hand pales in comparison to you.

Anakin moves his hips and thrusts up into you, desperate to bury himself deep inside you. His pace is unhurried and sensual. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that has you turning into a moaning mess. Grasping the sides of his face, you lean into kiss him as he fucks you.

A particularly deep thrust has you whimpering and clenching down on his cock, earning a groan from his lips. “You’re so damn tight, princess. My pretty girl, I don’t think I can last long, it’s been too long.” He says, voice breathless and laced with lust.

Anakin grunts with each thrust as he fucks you faster and harder. The force has moaning his name over and over. It’s too much, he’s too deep and too big, yet it feels so good.

The coil within you snaps, your body trembles as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Your walls clamp down hard on his cock, pushing him over the edge. He cums, grunting as he shoots his seed deep inside you, covering your walls in his thick and white cum.

By the time he finishes rutting into you, you’re still trembling from the force of your orgasm. Only his cock could make you like this. You’re limp in his arms, pliant as ever as you try to catch your breath.

“Princess, you with me?” He asks gently, rubbing up and down your arms. He earns a simple nod as a response, when you bury your face in his neck.

His cock isn’t softening, you can still feel his hard cock inside you. “I’m not done with you, princess.” He says in your ear, hands moving up and down your clothed body.

Playfully you reply, “Give me a minute, Skywalker. Don’t think I have it in me right now.”

“Well, I’m inside you right now.” He quips back lightheartedly.

“You’re hopeless aren’t you, Skywalker?”

“For you? Always.”

banners by @cafekitsune

[bokettochild]

You ever think about how Sky's entire world got turned upside down like...days before what was essentially his highschool graduation ceremony? And, like, my dude got the Skyloft approximation of a full ride to college by winning that one race, but by the time he's saved the world, it doesn't matter at all- this thing that mattered so much just days ago- because not only has he learned more than most of the professors know, but also the school is basically going to be abandoned now

They're going to the surface, they're going to live there. Sky- finished his adventure and saved his best friend, and his reward was losing everything he'd ever known in life EXCEPT Zelda.

No one treats him the same; he's the hero now. He knows things they don't. He just got out of highschool and now his teachers are suddenly the ones coming to him to ask how the world works. He was going to be a knight and he is now, butt his experience is so drastically different from all the other knights around him.

He's this huge world now, this place he only is beginning to understand, and because he's the hero, because he's been here longer, he's the one everyone else comes to with questions. He's their leader now,w hen before he was a lazy teenager they always chastised with warmth, trying to teach him to grow up.

He's still a kid, still younger than the knights, the professors, but he's also the only person whos got much of an idea what's happening other than Zelda. That's got to be weird for everyone. People will come to him with things but they'll doubt him because he's still young, or they'll want to teach him something only to decide not to because he's the hero, he doesn't need their instruction.

Like, the game ends all bitter sweet, but let's be real: by leaving Skyloft, he loses his home, his plans for the future, any conception e previously had of the world, the other half of his soul (his best friend and companion!), his childhood, and probably any sense of freedom he had now that he's got the fate and security of his people on his shoulders now.

And then he somehow ends up meeting the chain. All capable people, who (like his professors, his teachers, his neighbors) know what's going on even if he doesn't, who can handle themselves, who can protect themselves, who knows more than him and are better (seemingly) at this hero gig than him, and Sky? He can finally relax. He's silly again. He's taking naps. He's able to zone out without consequences. he doesn't need to be in control and he's fine with that. He's happy with that. As long as all is well, he's content to just exist here, just for now.

But the moment that peace and security of being with other heroes is threatened? Yeah, that's when the god-killer comes out.

......

Anyways, yeah, I think Sky's more than just a big softie and sleepy-head. Man has issues he is avoiding with the power of ignoring them and sleeping, but on some moments (like Miss Her, or the Sunset arc) we see that he slips sometimes.

Long of the short: I have Sky brainrot these days :)

[mcrdvcks]

Congratulations on 2k girl 🥳🥂

Can I request for a Drabble or headcanons (whatever easy for you) about being married to Logan for 20+ years with kids. Still madly in love. Like full on domestic and Logan is pretty much retired, lives in his own house. (I know it’s sounds messy but idk how else to explain it)

Luv your writing so much <3

LOGAN LIVES IN A CABIN!!!! sorry, uh... i mean, it's my own headcanon that logan, when happy and retired, would live in a cabin. i'll never change that. anyways, i got carried away a bit, i hope i didn't repeat myself either, lol

send an ask for my 2,000 followers celebration!

warnings/tags: you and logan have 3 kids (and a dog), married life, domestic life, soft!logan, 20+ years of marriage, uhhh fluff, so much fluff

I’m going to say that you and Logan met at the X-Mansion. You were a teacher when he came arrived with Rogue. Now it’s been a little over 20 years and you and him live in a cabin in upstate New York, close to the Canadian border.

You have three kids: Laura, Elizabeth, and Kate. At first, you were going to stop at Elizabeth, but you agreed to try for another one when Elizabeth was 2 and Laura was 5. Logan made a joke that he was 2 for 2 with girls, and no boys. You told him that if the third baby was girl, you’d get a dog.

Low and behold, Pesto (Elizabeth chose the name, which Logan hated at first). A stocky, big-pawed German Shepherd pup with ears too big for his head and eyes that immediately adored your girls.

Elizabeth named him because “he’s the color of pesto” (he wasn’t), and Logan muttered “damn dog’s gonna be stuck with a salad name” for a week. But he’s the one who lets Pesto curl up on the porch swing with him every evening now.

Laura (now 17) is the calmest. Sharp as hell, emotionally steady, gets that from Logan.

She’s fiercely protective of her sisters, and never says much—but if someone even breathes wrong in Kate’s direction, she’s at their side in seconds.

Logan’s the only one who can get her to smile just by raising a brow and grunting “You’re taller’n me now, kid.”

She calls him “Dad” in public, “Old man” in private.

They train together in the mornings, still. Sometimes in silence, sometimes with quiet talks that never reach the house.

Elizabeth (14) is sunshine and absolute chaos. She talks with her hands and wears mismatched socks on purpose.

She's Logan's weakness. Absolutely the one who can convince him to do just about anything with a bat of her eyes.

She's the reason there's a glitter glue ban in the house.

She’s also the reason Logan has a pink beaded bracelet he still wears on his left wrist—it says “DAD (hearts) E,” and no, he’s never taking it off.

Kate (11) is all heart. Soft-voiced, bookish, with a deep curiosity about everything.

She loves animals and has somehow convinced Logan to build a tiny wooden shelter out back for “forest friends.”

She sometimes wakes up from nightmares, and Logan’s the first one there—scooping her up and carrying her back to bed without a word.

“You don’t have to be brave all the time, y’know,” he tells her, thumb stroking her hair. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Kate got Logan to buy an annual pass to the nearby Nature and Science Museum for the family. Every month all 5 of you go.

Logan grumbles about the long drives and overpriced snacks every single time—but you always catch him quietly staring at the girls with that full, soft look he tries to hide.

Laura always wanders off to the interactive exhibits on genetics. Elizabeth sneaks photos of skeletons making peace signs with their phalanges. Kate holds your hand the entire time, asking ten questions per minute.

Logan calls it “nerd day” but always makes sure the truck has gas and snacks packed the night before. He also never lets go of your hand in the planetarium. Not once.

He chops wood in the mornings, drinks black coffee out on the porch with Pesto at his feet, and swears he's "finally got the quiet he earned.”

You’ve caught him more than once watching you through the kitchen window with this soft, stunned kind of awe—like after 20+ years, he still can’t quite believe you’re his.

You and Logan still slow dance sometimes in the kitchen. Music playing from that old radio that cuts out every few minutes. You in a sweatshirt. Him in flannel and socked feet.

He always mutters, “Y’still got it, darlin’,” and nuzzles his face into your neck.

Logan is fully, shamelessly obsessed with you. He still calls you “sweetheart,” “darlin’,” “my girl”—and will growl if anyone talks over you or makes you feel small.

Any mention of you being “just a mom” or “past your prime,” and Logan is suddenly not retired for about 20 seconds.

He swears a little louder around you now, just to make you roll your eyes. He lives for your exasperated affection.

He kisses you like it’s still the first time. Hand at the back of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. Always slow, always sure. If the kids yell “eww,” he’ll smirk and pull you in even closer. “Let ‘em learn what love looks like.”

The bedroom walls are lined with framed photos, paintings, and kid drawings. Laura drew the family in crayon when she was six—Logan still calls it “her masterpiece.” Elizabeth once made a clay version of the cabin. It’s lumpy and crooked and lives on the mantle like it’s sacred. Kate writes you little notes and folds them into hearts. Logan keeps his in his sock drawer. Doesn’t say a word about them—but he’s read every single one.

He still gets nightmares. You still wake up for every single one. Some nights he sits out on the porch with a blanket over his shoulders. You come out, sit beside him, wrap your arm around his back, and say nothing.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmurs into your hair. You kiss his jaw and whisper, “You’ll never have to find out.”

You’ll tease him about his gray hairs or how he needs glasses now for small print. He’ll grumble, but that dimple still shows.

“Ain’t old,” he insists, squinting at the back of the cereal box. You just hum and pass him the glasses he insists he doesn’t need. He only wears them around the house, never in public. “They’re reading glasses, not a damn fashion statement,” he mutters, even though you told him he looks handsome in them (because he does).

The girls all tease him, too—Elizabeth once bought him a “#1 Grumpy Grandpa” mug. He drinks from it every morning now.

On weekends, the five of you make pancakes. Logan pretends he hates the chaos—flour on the floor, Kate dancing to the radio, Pesto begging under the table—but he always flips the pancakes just the way each kid likes them.

“No chocolate chips for Laura,” he says, handing her the first plate. “Extra for Lizzie. Kate—you still like ‘em with peanut butter?” You don’t know how he remembers all their preferences, but he does.

Every once in a while, he gets restless. Not bored—just twitchy. You’ll catch him staring at the treeline, like muscle memory’s itching. You rest your head on his shoulder and say, “We’re safe. You’re safe.” And he exhales like he believes it a little more each time.

He takes the girls fishing every spring. Refuses to call it “a tradition,” but still cleans the poles weeks ahead and checks the tackle box twice. He lets them bring books and snacks and nonsense. Elizabeth usually ends up half in the water. Logan never even gets mad.

“Better a wet kid than a bored one,” he shrugs, handing her a towel.

You still kiss him every time he comes back in from chopping wood. Even if he’s sweaty. Especially if he’s sweaty. He’ll pretend to wipe his forehead on your shirt just to hear you squeal.

He never forgets your anniversary. Won’t let you forget either. “Twenty-three years this year, sweetheart,” he says one morning. “Still the best damn thing I ever did.”

The kids planned a surprise dinner once—Laura handled the schedule, Elizabeth did decorations, Kate made cards. Logan teared up. Logan. He swiped at his eyes, muttering, “Allergies. Damn pine trees.” (You hadn’t even gone outside yet.)

You still slow dance on the porch sometimes. Pesto at your feet. Stars overhead. The hum of crickets and Logan’s breath steady against your temple.

[dduane]

A brief interruption of service

Just to let people know that over the weekend, @petermorwood developed—with somewhat unnerving swiftness—a severe throat infection that has deprived him of his voice, and his sleep, and his food (because it hurts a lot to swallow) and a lot of peace of mind while we've been busy trying to get him the medical assistance he urgently needed (short of going to the ER/A&E) at an Irish bank holiday weekend. And we'll be at our local doctor's tomorrow as well, dealing with this issue further until it shows signs of moving toward being resolved.

We'll be in and out of here, reading everything as usual... but please don't expect a lot of new postings. As usual these days, Ko-Fi is there for those who feel inclined to drop something in the pot to assist with the cab fares. (It's moments like this when you really feel the flip side of the realities of having given up your car when you live in the country...)

Thanks, all.

(aside to @brown-aes-sedai in the comments: …Boy, I wish I could get some of that, but it's somewhat harder to lay hands on these days after it was discovered that the use of xylocaine has previously unexpected cardiac implications, even in its topical forms. [I used it once long ago with good results on DeForest Kelley, when he came down with laryngitis at a Trek con. It can't be all that often that a nurse can claim to have cured Dr. McCoy…]) 😊

(and to @nimblermortal: does this look anything like what you have in mind? https://www.asiamarket.ie/drinks-bites/beverages/gold-kili-instant-ginger-drink-with-honey-360g-18g-x-20.html )

[rhaeverie]

₊˚❀ Blooming.ೃ࿔*:･

— NCT Dream Series Masterlist.

                            What just happened? 

One minute, you’re asking the universe to let you catch your breath, practically begging it to sweep you away from all your worries, problems… reality itself… and the next, you’re stumbling upon a garden, one sprinkled with flowers of all kinds. 

Out of curiosity, you enter the garden, admiring each blossoming plant as you pass. Some you recognize, and some not—still all beautiful, nonetheless. Each flower is labeled, with its meaning scribbled underneath. And as you pay closer attention, you soon realize something interesting: each flower possesses a story waiting to tell its bearer. 

You’re drawn in further… 

                         Which flower will you pick?

    “in an endless garden of flowers, i will always pick you.”

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Blue Tulips

𐔌 tranquillity, serenity, and inner peace .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: writer!mark x cafe-owner!reader genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, ?hurt/comfort

Mark feels as though he can never catch a break. Instead of looking forward to tomorrow, he’s forced to live life by looming deadlines. And now that his barely-there sleep reflects in his work, Mark knows he needs to do something about it. When nothing seems to work, Mark stumbles upon a cozy nap cafe tucked away in a secluded street. And in that cafe, he meets you, who, for some strange reason, manages to give him the rest he’s been chasing for weeks.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ China Roses & Yellow Tulips

𐔌 romance, cheerfulness, hope .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: nerd!renjun x popular!reader genre: fluff, acquaintances to friends to lovers, secret admirer!au

Renjun’s crush on you has been lingering for years, long enough that he’s convinced himself that it will soon disappear on its own. But when he’s given the opportunity to tutor you, he fears that this crush is not going anywhere anytime soon; in which, Renjun braves his timid heart and acts on his feelings for you using the yellow tulips he’s been growing in his backyard.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Chrysanthemum

𐔌 happiness, longevity, fidelity, optimism .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: jeno x reader genre: fluff, friends to lovers, set in the 90s

There’s nothing worse than moving halfway across the world and leaving your best friend behind. Actually—scratch that—nothing worse than moving halfway across the world, leaving your best friend behind, and your only form of communication being e-mail; in which distance, a computer screen, and pixelated words can’t stop either of you from ignoring how you truly feel about each other.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Sunflowers

𐔌 admiration, loyalty, hope, optimism .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: main-lead!haechan x stage-tech!reader genre: fluff, sorta-friends to lovers

You’ve never met anyone easier to admire and adore than Lee Donghyuck. In fact, you don’t think you’ve met someone who didn’t like him. Lee Donghyuck is so painfully likeable that it’s been impossible to shake your stupid crush on him off. Because why should you even try to act on it when so many other people feel the same? It’s safe to assume that a guy who seems so out of reach could never like you back, much less even consider you; in which Donghyuck’s your sun, and secretly, you’re his favourite flower.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Peonies & Ranunculus

𐔌 happiness, shyness, romance, bravery, attractiveness, charm .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: jaemin x reader genre: fluff, one-sided-'enemies' to lovers

You’ve been keeping a list of words you could use to describe Jaemin. Annoying. Intolerable. Insufferable. Unbearable. Frustrating. Cute—Wait. No. Not cute. Definitely not cute. Not when he’s looking at you like that. Not when he’s using his charm to lull you into his stupid, pretty-boy plans. Not now. Not ever; in which, Jaemin calls you beautiful only when he thinks you’re not listening.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Lavender

𐔌 silence, devotion, serenity, grace, calmness .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: intern!chenle x rich-kid!reader genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

When the expectations, demands, and pressure of being a godforsaken nepo baby start to eat at your sanity, all you want to do is run and hide. But in a world that feels like it’s asking for everything, you’re given your best friend, Chenle—the one and only person who has never asked you for anything but your presence. Because for him, that was enough; in which Chenle’s frequent ‘I love you’s slowly begin to change in meaning before either of you realizes.

𖧧 Sprouting…

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Gardenias

𐔌 purity, innocence, harmony, gentleness .ᐟ ֹ꒱ pairing: jisung x reader genre: fluff, strangers to ?

At first, Jisung could justify his fascination with you as simple curiosity—curiosity about a stranger standing right across the train station from him, like the universe had placed you there on purpose. But when Jisung starts catching himself thinking about you every day, hoping to bump into you again just for a chance to speak with you, he realizes that this was no longer curiosity. It was something worse. Far worse. A crush. (based off of ‘girl at the station’ by grentperez)

𖧧 Sprouting…

an: all untitled bc I title everything while I write/when I'm done lmao,,, my attempt in making a comfort series,,, I’ve been working on this for so long :(( these previews will prob be tweaked to reveal more of the story later bc I havent finished any of them! this is based off of the flowers each member had for the ‘chase the light’ md! — disclaimer: i only listed the meanings of the flowers that I'm using for my fics!

I wanted to use pictures from the md but I couldn’t find any good scans (╥﹏╥) flying kiss concept photos will do,, the quote is from aj lawless

taglist is open if anyone is interested!

[sethsclearwater]

M O O N B O U N D | masterlist

"had she really thought i would not know him? i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world." - madeline miller, song of achilles

nearly a decade after the events of breaking dawn, the wolves of la push are finally chasing peace. sam and jared have abandoned their wolf forms, choosing to age alongside their imprints. but for paul, embry, and seth, the question still lingers: was there a reason they were chosen to shift? should they let go too or hold out a little longer for the purpose they've always sensed but never seen? that answer arrives in the form of you.

back on the res to clear out your late grandmother’s house, the last thing you expect is to witness your new neighbor transform into a massive silver wolf. but what you don’t yet realize is that you're not just a bystander in the supernatural world - you belong to it.

pulled into the lives of paul, seth, and embry, the four of you quickly uncover a bond that goes far beyond coincidence. maybe it’s fate. maybe it’s magic. maybe there was always a reason those three were chosen… and you were brought home.

C H A P T E R S

one: homecoming

two: divas & vertigo

three: dusk till dawn

four: electric

five: tell me about imprinting

[circeyoru]

Inhumans Among Humans _ Prologue: The Plead and The Awakening

[Sung Jinwoo x Alter AU Shadow Monarch Female!Reader - Romantic | Monarch Change AU]

Request Base ― Teaser/Prologue (here) ― Part 1

In this world. In this cruel cruel world that I live in.

Flames burnt and buildings that were once tall and firm crumbled and fell to the ground like a house of cards. Bodies of what used to be people littered all over the cracked grounds. The air was polluted with smoke and dust while the melodies of cries and screams continuously echoed from all around.

What was once a peaceful day where my parents graciously took me out for lunch turned into my worst nightmare. A dream I wished I would wake up and find it all gone.

“Protect us!”

“We did so much for you, can’t you do this for us?!”

People ran, people hid, people fled. Survival instincts all kicked in when humans were no longer on top of the food chain. Humans are selfish beings. Humans are cruel beings. Humans are… worthless beings.

Monsters appeared and caused chaos and destruction wherever they went. The entire world was at the brink of its collapse. This wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a nightmare. This was reality. My reality.

“Please! There’s room inside, let me in!” A figure cried while begging to be let into safety. A loud stomp that shook the ground below made the figure flinch and froze in fear. All instincts screaming to run and hide, to survive somehow.

For so long… I clung onto the hope that they would love me just the same. For too long… I’ve been ignorant of the truth and reality before me.

The figure gripped onto a crowbar that was nearby―honestly, anything would work. This hideous beast, before their timid form, baring its fangs while drooling saliva dripped from its mouth. A prey and a predator. Yet all knew this world’s humans would know they were both prey and predator.

Power surged and aura was awakened. With this mere boost, the figure dashed toward and agilely climbed a fallen store to perch on top. With the crowbar wind back, the formerly trembled person’s gaze hardened to focus solely on that one point.

Just one. I just have to… 

The crowbar was launched at the beast, right into what was presumed to be their brains and they dropped to the ground. The figure turned away and leapt to another perch, escaping from the scene.

That was when I was awakened as an E-Rank Hunter. And another side of me.

[POTENTIAL CANDIDATE FOUND.] - OBSERVATION WILL BE CONDUCTED. STANDBY…

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Sung Jinwoo woke up, his eyes shone a purple hue under the moonlight that slipped through the narrow gaps between his curtains. Not another moment too soon, his form melted into the shadows and he was gone from his bed.

At another point, a figure finely dressed in a suit watched the full moon with his hands behind his back, the serenity and composed outlook of the man was all but a lie. When one observed carefully, his hand gripped the other fist tightly that the veins were visible and his feet kept tapping the pavement impatiently.

The shadows behind him stretched and another figure formed. The man turned around, a look of relief on his face as Jinwoo appeared behfore him. “Shadow Monarch, I’ve overjoyed you answered our calls.”

“What’s so important you’re here in the middle of the night, Ruler.” Jinwoo yawned unceremoniously as he gave the Ruler a bored look. “Make this quick.”

“I will skip the pleasantries and small talk.” The Ruler spoke with a nod, his relief turned to seriousness and stoic as he spoke loud and clear, “We have need of your powers, Shadow Monarch. The world is endangered by the Monarchs.”

Jinwoo glared at the Ruler in confusion and suspicion, “What nonsense are you saying now? I’ve already killed each and every one of them for the past 20 years.”

The Ruler nodded solemnly, “That you have, however, I do not mean our world’s Monarchs.” At Jinwoo’s silence, he took it as a ‘green light’ to continue and explained away. “Our world is one of many. In fact, there are many other timelines coexisting at once. In another world, you remained as a Hunter and witnessed the war between the Rulers and Monarchs. In another, your entire being was taken over by Ashborn’s vengeful spirit to wage the war. The possibilities of other worlds are endless. All that remains the same are the beings within.”

“Okay, if that’s the case, then nothing’s wrong, is there?”

“Not necessarily. Originally, we have no confirmation of these other worlds and timelines, it was a mere thought. Until we had said proof.” The Ruler raised his hand and summoned a feather from thin air, Jinwoo leaned forward and eyed it unimpressed. “This belonged to a Ruler and warrior not of ours, it belonged to a Ruler that broke through the very space between worlds to reach ours to deliver a dire message: Their Shadow Monarch had allied with the other Monarchs and overpowered the Rulers of their world.”

“But that’s their world.”

“It is and normally we have no right to do anything and shouldn’t do anything of interference. However, if their world’s Ruler had the power to cross worlds, their world’s Monarchs would soon have that power as well.” The Ruler spoke without pause as he turned to Jinwoo, predicting what would the Shadow Monarch’s remark would be. “You have be able to defeat the other Monarchs with your current strength, but can you say the same to another Shadow Monarch? Unlike you, this Shadow Monarch has allied themselves with the other Monarchs and act as one entity to overpower the Rulers. You were able to defeat and vanquish the Monarchs once and for all here, but that was on your terms, one on one. Can you vouch the same when the battlefield is Earth? Where you have to protect the humans and combat the Monarchs and their armies?”

Jinwoo remained silent. As much as he wanted to admit he could, there was that chance he couldn’t. Ensuring everyone’s safety is not impossible, he could have just devour everyone into his Eternal Rest Realm and do battle. Yet… If he were to face another Shadow Monarch, assuming all skills are the same, what would happen when both of them extract Shadows? If he were in battle and this other Shadow Monarch had the other Monarchs to help, the other Shadow Monarch would have the advantage. Plus, there was the little detail that they were victorious against the Rulers.

“Are you suggesting a united front? Against this new threat.” Jinwoo asked. If a threat of that level was coming, he needed to get his family and loved ones to safety.

“Not necessarily. You see, their world still have a chance. Their Cup of Reincarnation is on its last use. If their ending failed once more, it would be the end of all worlds.” The Ruler kneeled and bowed his head before Jinwoo. “Shadow Monarch, once more, we request your strength and power to ensure the worlds’ survival.” He raised his head as he proposed. “With this feather, we Rulers will open a dimensional gap for you to cross over, find the Shadow Monarch and prevent that ending no matter the cost.”

“Before I agree, there are a few questions.” Jinwoo raised, the Ruler nodded, allowing him to speak his mind, “First. Why can’t one of you go?”

“No doubt their Monarchs are aware of the Ruler’s efforts to reach help, be it successful or not, they would be expecting forces to help the Rulers and make countermeasures. Your human form and familiarity with Earth would serve you well to blend in and remain hidden for the time being. Of course, that would mean your powers must be limited and controlled to avoid detection.”

Jinwoo hummed in understanding, “Second. Are my Shadows going to be able to cross and function?”

“I am afraid not. There’s no guarantee that the Shadow Monarch there could not not take control over your Shadows and add power to their ranks. It would be best if you left your Shadows here as a line of defence if the worst comes to pass.”

Now that was risky. His Shadows had been nothing but helpful, sure, they were a handful sometimes, but they were dutiful all the same. Still, if his soldiers turned against him in masses, it wouldn’t be favourable. “Third. If I go, how long will I be gone? I’ve been missing for 2 years already, I can’t leave my family another time.”

The Ruler smiled, “Not to worry. We have a tool to stop time the moment you leave and restart time the moment you return. No one will know the difference, not even us Rulers.”

“Last question.” Jinwoo’s eyes flared with his signature purple aura. “Why did their Shadow Monarch side with the Monarchs in the first place?”

“...” Ruler swallowed. He was hoping for that question not to be asked, but since it was, he can’t lie or dodge the question. “Their Shadow Monarch is not vengeful nor bloodthirsty enough for war, however, it is due to that detachment that let the Shadow Monarch to side with whichever side approached them first. At some point, the other Monarchs acknowledged the power of the Shadow Monarch and changed strategies to gain the Shadow Monarch’s favour.” The Ruler looked at the human civilization, “Unlike you, this Shadow Monarch’s attachment with the human kind dulled or more accurately,” He turned to Jinwoo. “It was nonexistent. I have no idea what you have gone through, but if you could remain so selfless and righteous even with that, please hold onto it and never turn on the world.”

“When should I leave?”

“As early as possible. The dimensional travel is not a matter we can control or account for. Their Cup of Reincarnation has long been used, the timeline for them has been reset; a second wasted here is another step towards the end.” The Ruler bowed once more, “We will all pray for your success, Shadow Monarch.”

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Never… You never wanted to be here… You voted against entering those ominous double doors that screamed danger to your feeble mind. But the odds were stacked against you when you had a greedy human for a raid leader. Yet, who were you to complain? Because you were merely an E-Rank Hunter and more commonly dubbed as [The Weakest Human of All Mankind]. While you lacked power, you made up for it with knowledge. You dare say that you might be able to beat down a D-Rank if conditions were favourable to you. Still, none of that mattered now when you were on the brink of death. Again.

“No…”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t…”

“I’ll tell everyone of your noble deeds.”

“Come back…”

Tears flowed down your eyes as you watched them abandon you on the altar one by one, you clenched your teeth together. The sound of stone statues moved, their glowing blue eyes stared down at you with pity and indifference. Swords pinned your body to the altar by your joints, your blood flowed out of your body, your consciousness was slipping quickly and you couldn’t tell what you were seeing anymore. Before your eyes closed with a bitter smile, thinking everything ended so expectantly, you hallucinated a game window appearing before your eyes, comforting you before your final moments.

[POOR SOUL.] ! ALARM [YOU ARE REWARDED FOR PERFORMING THE BEST AMONG OTHER CANDIDATES! YOU HAVE ALSO COMPLETED ALL THE NECESSARY REQUIREMENTS OF THE SECRET QUEST ‘COURAGE OF THE WEAK’] ! NOTIFICATION [YOU HAVE ACQUIRED THE QUALIFICATION TO BE THE PLAYER. WILL YOU ACCEPT?] YES NO

What you thought to be the end of your life was just the beginning. Your eyes opened to find yourself lying on the bed inside a hospital, a room that you were familiar with after the countless times you were sent to the hospital during or after a raid. Like clockwork, the Hunter Association’s people asked for your testimony and you gave it. They even suspected a Double Awakening from you, which ended up as false hope. Still, after they left, you were given time alone.

You groaned and dropped into the comforting hospital bed. Not a moment later, you eyed the screen in front of you. You stared at it as if an eye would pop up and look back at you. It waiting patiently for a response from you. This was another turning point in your life that you were grateful for.

Eternally grateful for.

Note: This was in the works for so long and I've been thinking of ways to start this. I just wanna say that the continuation of this 'series' will entirely depend on you readers, cause I have absolutely no idea how to continue. There are scenes planned out already and such, but everything else is meh and up for changes/suggestions. I'll let this float around and see if anyone's interested first before I promise to continue. (that's why it's a prologue, or more accurately a teaser?)

The {Shadow and Void} series' next arc will be up in a few days as well! So look forward to that~~

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[carmensbrain]

30 years from home

Contains: Vampire! Bo Chow x Vampire! reader

Rating: E for every brain

Warnings: Spoilers for Sinners (the ending is changed A LOT), mentions of death and alcohol/substance use

Authors notes: I might make a second part to this but idk, i just wanted to write angst ngl

Word count: 1118

Fic starts below cut!

That summer night in 1932 was something you'd never forget… how could anyone forget a night like that?

It was the night the Juke Joint opened and it was full to the brim with passion and excitement, such feelings shared by you and your husband to their fullest extent. Maybe it was the fancy imported beer that you’d been sipping on or the fast pace of the night but you swore Bo had never looked better. 

It had been so long since you two had actually gone out together and enjoyed a carefree night, being busy with both the shop and your daughter after all. He had gotten all dressed up, hair gelled and clothes pressed for once, unlike how he looked at the shop when he was swamped with work, much like you were.

Sure, it was a bit suspicious to see the twins back in town after such a… loud exit, but the worry was drowned out by all the music. Bo spent most of the night playing cards, stealing glances at you through the curtains whenever you went to restock the beer, often allowing his opponents to get a win on him due to his distraction, but it didn’t matter to him.

Dancing with him later on into the night made everything fade away, the stress of the years of work and parenting washing away as he spun you around, almost as if you were completely weightless. It was perfect until a gunshot ripped through the air, then another, then about five more.

Everything changed from just that sound alone, the party stopped and everyone was ushered out, leaving you and your closest friends to see just what you were dealing with…

Vampires.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be forced to choose between your life and joining a cult of vampires, but there you were… the white man who had brought this chaos about the lot of you was watching as Bo attempted to either smooth-talk his way in or coax you out… You were all he ever wanted anyway.

In the end, he got you, your emotions getting the better of you as you clung onto him, feeling his fangs sink into your shoulder before everything went dark.

For 25 years, you thought he’d burned up in the sun, the morning Remmick and most of the other vampires did, the universal connection between all of you dying with the man. You bestowed the care of Lisa into the hands of a close friend, making her swear to keep your existence and condition a secret. You reasoned that it was for her sake so she could live a normal life, but deep down, you knew you couldn't watch her grow old while you stayed stuck in the day you died.

You vowed never to return to Mississippi, disguising yourself among nighttime crowds from Michigan to California and everything in between, but your emotions got the better of you once again, leading you right back to the Juke Joint.

You didn't expect it to still be standing, let alone running like nothing happened that night so long ago. It was just as lively as that night, young couples dancing around just like your friends did… just like you and Bo did… You were broken from your reminiscing when you heard a familiar voice call for you.

“Shit… (name) is that you?” The familiar vibrato of Smoke’s voice rang in your ears. He looked older, wiser, and more at peace with himself.

Unlike you.

He had finally settled down after he lost Stack, rebuilt his life with Annie, and had two kids. It felt selfish to meet his teenage children, knowing that Lisa was out there somewhere, thinking you were dead, and Smoke’s daughter was a haunting reminder of that. 

Annie showed you the memorial that the survivors of that night had created, a large shady tree that hid your skin from the sunlight stood by the river, surrounded by small stones with the names of each person lost that night. Your stone was placed right next to Bo’s, your fingers tracing over the painted letters, dust coating your skin when your hand returned to your side.

Annie was the one to convince you to stay, at least for a little while, so she could help you sort things out spiritually, which you weren’t entirely convinced that was her only intention. One promised week turned into five years, you took over the joint in the background for Smoke as he grew older… weaker.

You were packing up the bar just before the Juke Joint was to close the night your demons came back for you. It was dead in the joint, the only sounds being the clinking of cups being shelved and the soft sound of running water as you rinsed what felt like the millionth glass that hour. The sound of dress shoes hitting the floor echoed through the empty room.

“Bars closed, come back tomorrow,” you sighed, slinging the dishrag you’d been using over your shoulder as you looked up from the sink.

It felt like you’d just been kicked in the chest. He looked just like he did the day you’d lost him, the same pleading look in his eyes, the soft look he always gave you when you were alone in the quiet hours of the night. You’d spent so long coping with his death at the bottom of liquor bottles and the butts of ciggaretts, knowing that you’d mourn him longer than you were in eachothers lives and yet there he was.

“Darlin’...” His voice was a bit raspier than normal, his skin more pale. His presence felt ghostly, the chill running up your spine making you back away from the bar, your back hitting the shelf as hot tears stung your eyes.

“Darlin’ please..” He reaches out to grab your arm, his wedding ring still snugly fit around his finger.

You shook your head, unable to grasp the fact that he was real. He wasn’t just a shadow in your dreams or a voice in your mind… he was here. When you came back to your senses his arms were wrapped around you like you were a precious doll, which you were to him. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, tightly clutching him in fear he’d vanish again.

You should be mad at him, screaming, crying, throwing cups at him, doing anything, but you didn’t. He expected you to punch him or throw him out on the curb so the feeling of holding your body in his arms after so long made him cry, as much as he tried not to.

“I can explain everything..”

[sturniolohouse]

Scavenger Hunt - M.S

dad!matt x reader blurb - chris is the last in the house to find out about reader’s pregnancy.

"Alright both of you, close your eyes and hold your hands out," I announce, pointing to Nick and Chris who sit on the couch.

Matt sits next to them, his leg bouncing slightly with nerves. Our eyes meet, and he gives me a reassuring smile, though I can see he's just as anxious as I am.

Chris scrunches his face and looks between Matt and I, "What's going on?" He asks, clearly suspicious.

I see Nick hiding his knowing grin, pressing his lips in a line.

"Kid, just close your fucking eyes," Matt snaps, smacking Chris' shoulder which he immediately retialites with his own shove.

"Chris, c'mon," Nick says trying to keep the peace and I let out a breath. Chris rolls his eyes before closing his eyes and Nick plays along shutting his eyes with him.

"Are we getting a puppy?" Chris blurts out as I grab the envelopes from the counter.

I walk over to them, my heart pounding a little faster.

Holding two envelopes in my hands, I pause in front of the couch, glancing at Matt again, who gives me a small nod of encouragement.

"I have a big ask," I sigh deeply, looking to Nick sitting at the kitchen table.

I twist open the fresh pickle jar I made Matt pick up today. The smell of the brine hits me instantly, making my mouth water. I spear one with a fork before I take a bite, savoring the sour crunch.

Nick glances up from his laptop, peeking over his glasses as I lean against the kitchen counter, munching thoughtfully.

“No, you and Matt cannot move into my room,” he says flatly, before looking back to his laptop screen.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, finishing off my pickle before grabbing another spear.

"Chris can't know that you know," I finally say, feeling guilty.

Nick raises an eyebrow, closing his laptop halfway, clearly intrigued by the conversation shift. "Why not?"

"You know how he is," I sigh, gesturing vaguely.

"Yes, I'm very aware how he is, he's my brother… who’s an idiot." Nick says dryly, raising an eyebrow as he leans back in his chair.

"I just don't want him to get upset that he was the last to know,"

"If he gets upset that I knew before him, he needs to grow up." He rolls his eyes and I sigh.

"Nick," My tone is firm but pleading. "C'mon, just act surprised. I feel terrible, it's been weeks and we haven't told him yet,"

It's been a little over a month since I found out I was pregnant. Matt and I wanted to wait until I was closer to my second trimester to tell anyone, including Chris.

Which has been difficult considering we all live in the same space and this was the biggest secret Matt ever had to keep from his brother.

But we knew it was safer to wait a bit.

Nick leans forward, his expression softening as he realizes how much this is weighing on me. "Alright, alright. If it makes you feel better, I’ll play dumb. I’ll put on my best Oscar-worthy performance, I promise."

"Okay, keep your eyes closed," I say as I gently place the envelopes in their hands. "No peeking yet."

I hand them their designated envelopes, Nick’s marked with the number 1 and Chris’s with the number 2.

Nick lets out an exaggerated squeal as he clutches his envelope. I stifle a laugh at his act, while Matt rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a playful smirk.

"Open them," I finally say, and Chris immediately starts tearing into his envelope.

"Wait, wait—sorry! Nick, read yours first. They're numbered for a reason," I reach out, stopping Chris mid-rip.

He groans impatiently, leaning back while Nick shushes him with a grin, rubbing his shoulder.

"Relax," He says before opening his envelope carefully and reading it aloud.

“‘Hi Nick and Chris. Welcome to your scavenger hunt! Find the five clues to uncover the surprise... Your first clue is in plain sight, in the hands of the person to your right.’"

Nick turns to Chris, still grinning. “That's you, Chris. Go ahead,"

Chris’s eyes light up, and he doesn’t waste any time. Tearing his envelope open and quickly scanning it over before reading it out loud.

"'Clue number two is being kept warm and toasty... check the spot where you'd grab something cozy.'"

Chris’s wide eyes scan the room momentarily before landing on the basket of throw blankets. He glances at Matt for confirmation, but Matt just shrugs, keeping his face neutral.

"Something cozy..." he mutters to himself before he jumps up and makes a beeline for the blankets.

He digs through the folded blankets, shaking some of them out until he finds the third envelope nestled inside.

“I found it!” he yells, waving it around. “Bro, I'm killing this already. Nick, get on my level.”

"Kid's just too good at this," Matt says dryly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

"You better fold those back up when you're done," Nick warns, giving Chris a disapproving look.

He waves him off, "Nick, shut the fuck up," He rips open the envelope.

“‘To find the next clue, head to Nick’s keep. Near the gumball machine is where you should peek.’” He giggles as he reads it out loud.

“W rhyming. Nick, I'm so winning this," He says as he bolts up the stairs to get the next clue.

Nick rolls his eyes and shakes his head as Chris screams that he found the next clue, followed by his heavy footsteps as he barrels back down the stairs.

“Here, Nick, you can read this one,” Chris says excitedly, practically shoving the envelope into Nick’s hands, rubbing his own hands together in anticipation.

Nick clears his throat, "Feeling thirsty? Here's your tip: Check beside Chris's favorite sip."

"PEPSI!" Chris yells, sprinting for the kitchen, and I jump as he rushes past me, nearly knocking me over.

Nick stands, reaching to steady me and we both laugh at Chris’s excitement.

"Dude, be fucking careful," Matt sits up, his eyes wide with concern.

I assure him that I’m fine as Chris ignores him, yanking open the fridge and rummaging through the Pepsi cans.

“'Don’t stop now, don’t cease your strive. Your fifth clue is where you take late-night drives.'”

“Matt, toss me your keys,” Chris nods towards Matt, wiggling his fingers but Matt tells him that the car is already unlocked.

Chris darts to the steps leading to the garage before peeking his head back. “Nick, c'mon. Why am I doing this by myself?”

I nudge Nick and he rolls his eyes before getting up to follow Chris to the garage.

“Slow down, motherfucker.” Nick calls out as Chris runs ahead of him.

“How about you hurry the fuck up, goof.” Chris retorts.

Matt and I laugh at their muffled bickering as they get further away from us. Once we can't hear them anymore I let out a breath and sit on the couch.

“I might puke, I’m so nervous,” I admit quietly to Matt, who pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around me and kissing the top of my head.

“Me too. But I think it’s working. He has no clue,” he whispers back, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

We see Chris before we see Nick following slightly behind him when they return from the car.

Chris places his hands on his hips, catching his breath, and impatiently looks toward Nick, who’s carrying the fifth envelope.

"Hurry up!" Chris bounces on his heels while Nick shoots him a warning look.

Nick opens the envelope and reads aloud, “‘You've found the final clue, but there's one more stop! Your surprise waits with Mr. Wrinkleton sitting atop.'” He flashes a teasing look at Matt who just shrugs.

"Best guard dog ever," Matt quips with a smirk.

"Go ahead," I urge, getting up from the couch and gently nudging them toward the hallway leading to Matt's room.

Matt follows close behind me, so we can both see the reaction we've been anxiously waiting for.

Nick pushes the door open but Chris rushes past him, immediately spotting the white box on Matt's bed with the stuffed dog sitting on top.

Rubbing his hands together, Chris grins. "S’gotta be tickets to Disney."

He brushes Mr. Wrinkleton aside and grabs the box, giving it a playful shake like a kid on Christmas, trying to guess what’s inside.

He looks to Nick for permission who gives him a soft nod, his own excitement starting to show.

Chris then looks to Matt and I, who are barely keeping it together, both shaking with nerves.

I’ve resorted to locking my shaky hands behind my back while Matt stares intensely at the box in Chris’s grip, nervously gnawing on his nails.

"You guys are starting to freak me out... Why are you all looking at me like that?" Chris asks, his suspicion growing as he holds the closed box close to his chest.

"Chris, just open it," Nick says impatiently, trying and failing to hide his grin.

He hesitates for a second, glancing between all of us again before he finally sits on the edge of the bed, lifting the lid.

He halts immediately, his head snapping up towards me, then Matt, then back to the box. His eyes are wide and slightly vacant as shock washes over him.

Inside the box lays a folded onesie that says,

'I ❤️ my Uncles'.

"This is a fucking prank." He says with certainty, "Nick, are you in on this or something?" Nick covers his mouth his hands, trying to hide his shit eating grin.

"No, you guys gotta be fully fucking with us, because there's no way." Chris says, pushing the box to the side as if it will explode.

"Dude, it's not a prank. Just take everything out," Matt laughs nervously, but Chris sits there, mouth slightly agape, stunned and unmoving.

Nick takes it upon himself to lift the onesie up to reveal the sonogram photo underneath. Chris' wide eyes follow the photo before he looks to us again, pale as a ghost as realization settles in.

"Swear on your life this isn't a prank," he says, his voice wavering as he tries to hold it together.

"Chris, we swear. She's due in February," Matt steps forward, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing softly. Chris looks at me, his blue eyes welling up with tears.

He lets out a shaky breath, burying his head in his hands as his shoulders start to tremble. Matt and I immediately sit on either side of him—Matt wrapping an arm around him, while I rub his back.

I catch Nick pulling out his phone to capture the moment.

"Alright, buddy," Matt chuckles softly, his voice also thick with emotion, while I find myself tearing up with Chris.

After a moment, Chris lifts his head, turning to Matt. "You guys are having a fucking kid?" He says in sheer disbelief as he shifts his gaze to me.

He looks between my eyes, "You're pregnant?" His voice breaks.

"Yeah," I nod, emotion welling up as I manage a quiet smile.

He instantly goes in for a bone crushing hug and I wheeze at the impact, but return the tight embrace.

I rub his back and watch Matt's expression, his smile is wobbling as he attempts to hold back his tears.

"Easy, dude...how about your own brother getting a hug?" Matt speaks up jokingly and Nick snorts.

"Hey, she's the one doing all the work here, growing my nephew," Chris says, pulling back.

"Or niece." Nick and I chime in at the same time.

"Well, yeah. Niece or nephew." Chris corrects himself with a shrug. "M'putting money on a boy, though," He slaps Matt's back and brings him for a tight hug next.

Matt chuckles, his voice strained from the force of Chris' embrace. "We'll see, buddy," he says, patting Chris gently on the back.

Chris pulls back slightly, still absorbing the news as he looks between us, his thoughts clearly spinning. Suddenly, his eyes narrow, and they dart toward Nick, suspicion creeping back into his expression.

"Wait... Nick, why aren't you freaking the fuck out?"

Nick freezes, his eyes widening, caught off guard for a split second before he answers.

"I am! Are you kidding me? I'm so shocked, I'm… beyond shocked. I have no words." His voice cracks slightly, but he tries to play it off, though the faint grin tugging at his lips gives him away.

Chris's jaw drops, and he points accusingly at Nick. "You are actually the worst liar, dude. You knew! You knew this whole time!"

Nick throws up his hands defensively. "Okay, hey, whoa! I was sworn to secrecy."

Chris stands up and spins around dramatically looking between Matt and I.

"He knew?!" His voice strains, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. I sigh in defeat and stand quickly, grabbing a hold of his arm to calm him down.

"Chris, relax. He only knew because he was here when I found out. You and Matt were in Chicago."

"Dude, we wanted to tell you," Matt adds, "but we also wanted to wait until we were sure everything was happening. A lot can go wrong in the first few months." Matt explains and Chris seems to soften but he turns back to Nick.

"Fuck you," He pouts, pointing to Nick, though a smile threatens to break through when Nick scoffs at him.

"Oh, grow up, motherfucker. At least you got the fun way of finding out. I found out in the middle of tragedy," Nick crosses his arms, and I nod along.

"Yeah, finding out in real time was lowkey traumatic... I was going through it," I'm able to say a bit lightheartedly now, but I still feel Nick sneak over to rub my back comfortingly.

"Let me see the thing," Chris motions to Matt, eager to see the sonogram taken just yesterday at the 12-week scan.

The baby is significantly bigger and much easier to spot.

Matt hands over the sonogram, and Chris stares at the image in awe. "I can't believe this... you're not even showing." He glances down at my stomach briefly.

I shrug, "No, not yet... I just feel kinda bloated." I feel Matt tug on my belt loop, silently telling me to sit on his lap. I oblige, settling into his arms as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

Chris continues staring at the picture, his brow furrowing in realization. "Wait… do Mom and Dad know? Or Justin?"

Matt shakes his head, keeping his chin on my shoulder. "Not yet. We're gonna tell them when we go to Boston in a couple of weeks."

"This is fucking nuts. You guys are are nuts," Chris takes a seat back on the bed, still processing everything. Nick returns with a donut in hand before plopping down into Matt's streaming chair.

"Yeah, believe us when we say we didn't plan this." Matt laughs with a bit of flushed face.

"You dirty dogs," Chris mutters under his breath, shaking his head.

"Chris." Nick says with wide eyes, slight amusement in them.

"Not apologizing for that. You guys are sick," Chris confirms, looking between Matt and me and I place my hands over my face to hide the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Okay, okay, enough. Chris, I'm sorry you were the last of us to find out. It was really hard keeping it from you," Matt says, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"We have a proposition, though. Well—actually, for the both of you," Matt adds, glancing at Nick.

"We went to the doctor yesterday for our scan, and we did the blood test to determine the sex of the baby... so we were wondering if you guys—"

"Yes! Yes, whatever you're about to say– yes." Chris blurts out, practically bouncing in excitement.

"Chris, let her finish," Nick scolds, though he's smiling.

"They want us to throw the gender reveal party," Chris interrupts again, this time with a knowing grin.

Matt and I exchange a glance, laughing softly. "Yeah, something like that," I say, amused.

"We thought it would be fun if you both planned the reveal together," Matt explains, "But something lowkey, alright? No big party. Probably just the four of us, maybe a couple friends... and no explosives or forest fires..."

"But those are the best kind..." Nick says, sounding playfully defeated.

“Dude, c’mon, I’m being for real.” Matt gives him a pointed look, though a smile still sneaks through.

“Our neighbors already hate us enough," I remind them, thinking of all the noise complaints we receive weekly.

Matt groans, pressing his forehead against my shoulder. “You guys are gonna get us evicted.”

"Fine, fine. Lowkey it is, but we're going to find a way to make it special...this is the first baby," Nick says softly and I feel Matt squeeze my hip.

“Don’t worry you guys, Nick and I have it under control,” Chris wraps an arm around Nick before stealing his donut.

“I trust you guys,” I say confidently, turning to Matt, who still looks a little weary. “Right, Matt?” I nudge him gently. He hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between Nick and Chris, but eventually gives a small nod.

“Sorry Matt, you’ve already relinquished full creative control to Chris and I,” Nick tells him with mock sympathy.

Matt mutters under his breath, rubbing his eyes and I cover my mouth to hide my giggle as he buries his face in my back.

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”

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Summary: Being Steve Harrington’s twin sister means always living in someone else’s shadow, under the surface, you're just trying to feel seen. That is, until a chance encounter with Eddie Munson sparks an unexpected connection.

☆ Cool Your Engine (E)

Summary: A summer car breakdown leads to unexpected sparks when you're met with Eddie Munson, the mechanic.

☆ Silver Springs Epilogue

Summary: Years after Corroded Coffin's rise to fame, the band's frontwoman and Eddie Munson — once lovers, now estranged — find their past echoing through every lyric and chord. After a bitter fallout tore them apart, a chance reunion at a music awards gala rekindles old wounds.

☆ Out of Step, In Sync

Summary: After a disappointing prom night, you stumble into an unexpected conversation behind the gym with Eddie Munson—Hawkins’ favorite scapegoat and misunderstood metalhead. What starts as a casual talk over a shared escape turns into something else unexpected.

☆ Teenage Dirtbags (E)

Summary: Childhood friends turned rebellious teens, you and Eddie Munson have always been thick as thieves — sneaking out, breaking into abandoned diners, and laughing at the world that doesn’t get them. Her parents disapprove, the school calls him a freak, but none of it matters when they’re together.

☆ Uncharted Territory

Summary: During a study session that turns into something more, a simple kiss on the forehead unexpectedly leaves Eddie completely hot and bothered.

Steddie (Steve x Eddie)

☆ Baby, Come To Me Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Eddie Munson, capitalist-hater and full-time menace, makes it a point to visit Scoops Ahoy three times a week—not for the ice cream, but to get a rise out of one Steve Harrington. At least, that’s what Robin thinks.

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Din Djarin

☆ Unlisted Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (E)

Summary: Din Djarin accepts a bounty from Captain Teva to track down a mysterious fugitive hiding in the lower levels of Coruscant. Things took a left turn when his son took a liking to her.

☆ Take a Hint

Summary: You were only supposed to help Din Djarin with one bounty. But after the mission, you stuck around — teasing, flirting, testing the waters. He never reacted the way you hoped, always hiding behind practical words and stoic silence.

Or five times you thought Din was dense and one time you realized you were wrong.

☆ Become Human (D:BH crossover)

Summary: After Din Djarin takes on quiet contract work for the New Republic, he's now aided by a mysterious and hyper-competent woman who always stays behind the scenes. And she's not what he thinks she is.

Joel Miller

☆ Steady Now... Part 1 | Part 2 (E)

Summary: A quiet crush. A stolen glance. In the peaceful lull between seasons, you — Jackson’s gentle, sharp-witted stable handler — find yourself growing closer to Joel Miller. He’s gruff, older, and carries the weight of a broken world, but something about him pulls you in.

☆ In the Dark (E)

Summary: You've known Joel Miller your whole life — as your dad’s best friend, as Sarah’s father, and now, quietly, as yours. In a world that still thinks of you as the babysitter he once trusted, the two of you navigate love in the margins.

☆ A New Heartbeat

Summary: Joel Miller never thought he'd get another chance at building a family—especially not at his age, especially not after everything.

☆ Not Just One Night

Summary: You’ve been a regular at Joel Miller’s bar for months—sharing drinks, teasing flirtations, and quiet glances that never quite cross the line. After one too many heartbreaks, you’ve learned not to expect much from men. Still, Joel sees more than you realize. He watched you walk away too many nights, and he’s done staying silent. This time, he’s asking—if you’ll let him, he’ll show you what it really means to be cared for.

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

☆ Permission to Land

Summary: After the dust of combat settles and life slows down, Frankie Morales is faced with a different kind of battlefield: meeting your parents

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The Best Man: Aaron Pierre x Reader Fic

The Best Man || Aaron Pierre x Reader

Rating: E for Erotic.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Explicit Language. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 2k+

Summary: Things get hot and heavy between you—the maid of honor—and Aaron, the best man. And let’s just say, he’s living up to that title in every possible way.

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Drinks were flowing, music was pumping, great conversations were being had, and romance was in the air.

You were filled with joy watching your best friend since the 9th grade, Sophia, get married to her now-husband, Kelvin. You weren't just honored to witness it—you were her maid of honor. The entire day had been a whirlwind of nerves, happy tears, laughter, and utter bliss. You loved a good wedding, and it wasn’t every day you got to attend one, let alone be part of something so beautiful. So you were soaking it all in—every moment, every detail.

Something else you wanted to soak in—or rather, someone—was Kelvin’s best friend and best man, Aaron Pierre.

He looked unfairly good tonight in that black tux, just a little loosened at the collar now, his smile as sharp as it was warm. You’d felt his stare more than once across the candlelit table, both of you trying to play it cool as you mingled with guests, danced with cousins and aunties, and stayed just enough apart. But there was no mistaking it: the magnetic pull was there.

You and Aaron had been quietly, delicately dating long distance for about 2 months now. Not because you weren’t proud of him, or because he didn’t want to shout it from rooftops—but because the timing, the spotlight, his HBO series Lanterns filming between LA, London, and Atlanta... all of it called for care. And you both valued your privacy. He still managed to stay consistent—FaceTime dates, good morning texts, long calls after wrap days. And now, with filming wrapped, this wedding weekend had been your first chance to physically be in the same place with a moment to breathe.

You reached for your glass of champagne, your black gown catching the light—the jeweled corseted top glittering like stars. The fabric hugged you perfectly, making you feel regal, powerful, and just a little dangerous. A server passed by. You took a breath. Then, tapping your fork gently against your glass, you stood.

The room slowly quieted. All eyes turned. And though you were used to speaking in front of crowds, this one made your heartbeat drum against your ribs—because your voice, tonight, was for love.

“I wasn’t planning to give a big speech. I'm shy,” you began, catching Sophia’s eye at the head of the table, her smile bright through the flicker of candlelight. “But this day… this day has been too beautiful not to say something.”

A soft hush settled around the room. Aaron’s gaze found you again. Steady. Warm. Unwavering.

“When I think about love,” you said, “I think about my best friend since the 9th grade. I think about the long nights we stayed up dreaming about our futures, what kind of men we’d fall for, who would make us laugh, protect our peace, and dance with us in kitchens when no one was watching.”

You paused, your voice catching slightly before you smiled.

“And today, I watched her live it. I watched her marry the man who sees her exactly as she is and loves her for all of it. Kelvin, you are everything I hoped she’d find. And Sophia… you’ve always been the heart in any room.”

A few guests dabbed their eyes. You glanced down at your glass, then back up again.

“This day has been magic—nerves, happy tears, laughter… utter bliss. And I just want to raise a glass to that kind of love. The kind you grow into, the kind you choose, the kind that makes even the hard days worth it.”

You lifted your glass, your voice gentle but sure. “To Sophia and Kelvin—may your love be bold like red roses, steady like white ones, and may it always feel like coming home.”

Applause broke around you. You made your way over to Sophia and pulled her into a warm embrace, the two of you whispering soft I love yous through the emotion. Kelvin soon wrapped his arms around you both, completing the heartfelt group hug. Back at your seat to sit back down, heart still fluttering, and about to glance in Aaron’s direction, he was already there—pulling out the chair beside you.

His hand brushed yours under the table, a silent promise, a quiet fire.

And as the music picked back up, and Sophia laughed into her new husband’s shoulder, you leaned into the moment, letting yourself feel everything. Joy. Love. Anticipation. And the electric thrill of something just beginning.

The melody of Alicia Keys’ “Un-thinkable” began to play, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. The DJ extended the beat, giving people time to join the dance floor. Instantly, Sophia and Kelvin made their way to the center, wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying slowly to the rhythm.

“Can I have this dance?” a deep voice with that dangerously enticing London accent murmured in your ear.

You turned, meeting Aaron’s beautiful turquoise-and-gray eyes. Blushing, you nodded, letting him take your hand and lead you onto the floor. Nestled between other couples, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you close, your bodies moving in sync with the music.

“I was wonderin’, maybe, could I make you my baby? If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy? If you ask me, I'm ready…”

As the lyrics floated around you and your eyes locked with his, the truth between you settled like a secret only your bodies could confess. You were thinking the same thing—ready to claim and be claimed in every way. If he asked, you were more than willing to be his woman.

“That was a beautiful speech,” Aaron murmured, his voice low and intimate, meant only for you. “I hope I fit the man you dreamed of falling for.”

You smiled, emotion catching in your throat as you held back tears. “You exceed those dreams.”

A slow smirk curved his lips as he lifted your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “If I asked you to meet me upstairs once this song is over... would you?” he asked, a mischievous twinkle lighting his eyes.

Your breath caught, but you didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathed, biting your lip.

He gave a small nod, then leaned his forehead gently against yours as the two of you melted into the rest of the song. Across the room, Sophia caught your eye over Kelvin’s shoulder and mouthed, I knew it. You giggled and stuck your tongue out playfully.

As the final chords faded, Aaron pulled back slightly, eyes steady on yours. “Meet me upstairs in five. Room 306,” he said, then slipped away into the crowd.

You played it cool, walking back to your table. You finished the last sip of your champagne, letting the bubbles settle your nerves, then grabbed your clutch and made your way to the elevators.

Ding!

You stepped off and followed the gold-plated signs. Just as you raised your hand to knock, the door flew open. Aaron pulled you inside, swept you off your feet, and kissed you with the kind of hunger that said he’d been waiting all night.

Your clutch hit the floor as your arms wrapped around his neck, matching his intensity. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened for him without hesitation. You melted into the kiss, savoring the plush feel of his lips, the solid strength of his embrace. He nipped your bottom lip gently, then paused to catch his breath.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said, voice husky. “Well... really every day since we started seeing each other. Life’s been crazy and exciting, but you’ve been that extra anchor—my peace. I know it hasn’t been easy, but your patience... it’s meant everything to me.”

His eyes burned into yours as he continued. “I know I’ve got what it takes to give you everything you deserve. And if you’ll let me, I’d love to be your man. I’m all in, baby.”

You kissed him slow and sweet, sealing the moment. “I’m all in too. All yours, Mr. Pierre.”

His grin stretched wide, all 32 teeth on display, full of joy and promise. “I think that calls for a celebration..” he said, his gaze dropping to your jeweled corset. “Think we can manage getting this dress off safely? You look stunning, but I’ve been fantasizing about you out of it all night.”

You moaned as his lips found your neck, your nipples tightening against the fabric, your thong growing damp with anticipation.

“I think... we’ll manage,” you purred between gasps. “Take it off.”

Aaron moved behind you and loosened the strings of your dress. Once it no longer hugged your body like a glove, he slowly pulled it down, and you carefully stepped out. As you bent over to undo the straps of your heels, a firm smack met your ass, making you gasp.

“Keep them on, princess. Go sit on the sofa,” he commanded—gentle, but firm.

You obeyed, settling onto the plush couch as he stood in front of you. His eyes roamed your body, drinking in the sight. He slowly undid his tuxedo jacket and removed his shoes before slipping it off completely. Your pussy clenched at the sight of him—golden skin, muscular build, pronounced six-pack. His dick was thick, hard, long, and slightly curved. He looked handcrafted by the heavens, and you couldn’t help but trail a hand down to your covered pussy, slowly rubbing as the ache for him grew.

He bit his lip, eyes locked on the growing wet spot between your legs. Draping his tux and your gown over the armchair, he pulled a gold foil packet from his pocket and made his way over to you, eyes intense—like a predator stalking its prey. Kneeling between your legs, he gently moved your hand out of the way and slid your thong off with your help, your hips lifting in anticipation.

“Damn,” he murmured, staring at your glistening pussy. “I know we have to be quick, but I have to taste you,” he said, then began kissing the inside of your thighs.

His eyes found yours just before his lips met your center. You gasped as his tongue began circling your clit, slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched, back arching, but Aaron gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth.

He French kissed your lower lips, then gently sucked your clit while watching your body unravel. “Oh, baby…” you moaned, fingers threading through his soft, thick curls. Aaron groaned, sending light vibrations through you, before plunging his tongue deep inside. Your hips writhed, your stomach caved—all your nerves lit up between your thighs. Your moans grew louder as his thumb joined in, rubbing slow circles over your clit while his tongue fucked you faster.

“Oh my God… mmm! Baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered, head tilting back.

Aaron hummed in satisfaction, then traded his tongue for two fingers, flicking and sucking your clit while pumping inside you.

“Uuunhhh! Shit, shit… mmm,” you cried out as your release spilled onto his fingers. He slid them out and brought them to your lips, licking up every drop of you. You eagerly accepted his fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans as you tasted yourself.*

Satisfied with his cleanup, his lips trailed kisses up your stomach to your chest, stopping briefly to suck your nipples before capturing your mouth in a sensual kiss. You moaned softly, tasting your own essence on his tongue.

The tearing of foil filled the air, and moments later you felt the thick tip of him at your entrance. As he pushed forward, you gasped against his lips.

“Mmm... you feel me, baby?” he moaned, straightening up as he slowly filled you.

“Unh... yes, Daddy. You’re so big…”

“You can take it, princess. Just breathe. Feel me,” he instructed, setting a slow, deliberate pace. He fed your clenching pussy inch by inch. You reached for his forearms as he gripped your waist. You tried not to dig your nails into his skin, but with every deep, intoxicating stroke, he made it nearly impossible.

The rhythmic slap of your thighs and ass meeting his pelvis filled the room, harmonizing with the moans and groans between you. His strokes quickened as you stretched around him perfectly. His smoldering gaze drifted down to where your bodies connected, and a deep growl rumbled from his chest.

“Mmm... look at you takin’ me so well,” he moaned, watching you coat his length. His hand slid down your torso as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder. The moment his eyes locked back on yours, his thumb found your clit and began to rub, just as he drove into you harder.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you cried out at the added stimulation, your hand flying to press against his flexing abs. Feeling the power of him beneath your palm stirred the orgasm building deep inside you.

“You can push all you want... mmm. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Not until you cum on this dick,” he groaned, voice thick with emotion. “I missed you so fuckin’ much,” he breathed as he began to pound into you deeper, his hefty balls smacking against your ass with every thrust.

You wanted to tell him how much you missed him too, but the way he hit every spot just right—and the way his thumb kept working your clit—made it nearly impossible to form words. Instead, you reached for his face and pulled him into a deep, needy kiss. Everything you couldn’t say poured out through that kiss, and he felt it—knew the longing was mutual. The clench of your walls, your whimpers and cries, and the arch of your back told him everything he needed to know.

“Cum for me, beautiful... Ooh, shit. Look at me,” he growled against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes fluttered open, locking onto his—and that was all it took to ignite the fire burning inside you.

“Cum on your dick, baby.”

Your dick…

Something about the way it rolled off his tongue—how he claimed you as his—pushed you over the edge. The fire within you erupted, and you came with his name on your lips. Watching you writhe and fall apart sent him spiraling right after. His dick throbbed as he came deep inside you, lips latching onto your neck to muffle his guttural moan.

The rhythmic slaps slowed, then stilled with his final thrust. Both of you worked to catch your breath. He peppered your neck with soft, tender kisses, trailing up to your lips. You shared a slow, deep kiss, then whispered against his mouth, “I missed you too.”

After freshening up and getting redressed, you both made your way to the elevators, hand in hand.

“You catch the first one, and I’ll wait for the next—space us out a lil,” he said with a grin.

You nodded and giggled softly, hoping no one caught on to what just happened.

“I hope you know that was just a preview of what’s to come tonight. I’m not done with you,” he growled in your ear, his hand warm at your waist as you waited.

A chill ran up your spine.

“I’m counting on it, Daddy,” you purred just as the elevator doors opened. You placed a quick kiss on his lips before stepping inside, descending to the main floor.

You reentered the reception just in time for your bestie and bestie-in-law to cut their cake. Standing by your seat, you pulled out your phone to snap photos of the beautiful couple. As you watched Sophia feed Kelvin a bite of fluffy red velvet cake, a quiet thought crept in—maybe you were on a similar path.

Almost as if answering that thought, Aaron appeared beside you and handed you a fresh glass of champagne. He winked, and you returned it with a soft smile.

Looks like the best man just might be the best man for you…

The End.

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Just a lil smutty romantic moment for my babes. I hope you enjoyed it. Masterlist coming soon! My taglist is always open, feel free to join the gang. xoxo

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♡—♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 ♡—♡

♡–Genre: Fluff

♡–Pairings: Kim Seungmin x GN!Reader

♡–Warnings: maybe a bit suggestive?

♡–Cosmos note: the letter descriptions are all thanks to my pook @vampzity <3

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a — affection (how affectionate are they?)

Seungmin isn’t overly touchy, but when he gives affection, it’s intentional. He’ll pull you into a hug after a long day, adjust your jacket when it’s cold, or bring you your favorite snack just because. His love is quiet, but it’s constant.

b — beginning (how the relationship starts)

It starts with teasing. Lots of it. He probably makes fun of you before he even knows your name. But then he remembers everything you say, laughs a little too hard at your jokes, and suddenly… you’re texting every night and stealing his hoodie.

c — cuddles (what kind of cuddler are they?)

He acts like cuddling is too cheesy, but then clings to you the second you’re in his arms. He loves spooning you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, or laying with you on his chest as he scrolls TikTok like it’s no big deal.

d — domestic (what are they like living with?)

Seungmin keeps things tidy and efficient. He has a “system” for everything, and if you mess it up, he’ll sigh dramatically but fix it for you anyway. He handles bills on time, keeps the fridge stocked, and somehow remembers exactly when to water the plants.

e — ending (how would a breakup go?)

He’d be honest, but it’d hurt. He’s not one to ghost or walk away suddenly — he’d explain why, try to make peace, and make sure you felt closure. Even if he’s the one hurting, he won’t let it show too much.

f — fiancé (what are they like engaged?)

Chill on the outside, secretly freaking out about every little detail. He’d want the engagement to feel special but not showy — probably something private, like a walk by the river or a cozy night in. He’d wear the ring proudly though, always playing with it.

g — gentle (how gentle are they physically/emotionally?)

He teases a lot, but he’s incredibly gentle when it counts. If you’re upset, his voice goes soft and he listens without interrupting. He doesn’t baby you, but he treats your heart with so much care.

h — hugs (what are their hugs like?)

Warm, firm, and always just long enough. His hugs feel like coming home — especially when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind or pulls you close after a long day.

i — i love you (who says it first? how often?)

He waits. He makes sure he means it first. But once he says “I love you” the first time, it becomes part of your every day — in casual whispers, in text messages, and in the way he looks at you across the room.

j — jealousy (how do they handle jealousy?)

He doesn’t get possessive, but he definitely gets snarky. If someone’s flirting with you, expect a subtle but savage comment and a sudden arm around your waist. Later, he’ll pretend it didn’t bother him… but yes, it did.

k — kisses (what are their kisses like?)

Teasing, sweet, and sometimes unexpectedly intense. He’ll kiss your cheek just to make you blush, or press a slow kiss to your lips when you least expect it. Loves forehead kisses when you’re tired.

l — little ones (do they want kids? how are they around them?)

He acts like he’s not into kids, but kids love him. He’s great at making them laugh and teaching them stuff. He’d want kids eventually — not a lot, just enough to fill the house with chaos and laughter.

m — morning (what are they like in the morning?)

Grumpy until he has coffee, but sweet. He’s the one who wakes you up gently, brushing hair from your face and mumbling, “Five more minutes.” He gets ready fast and always remembers what you need for the day.

n — night (how are they at night?)

Nights are his soft time. He opens up more, loves laying around with music or movies, and always says “goodnight” like he means it. If he falls asleep before you, he’ll still instinctively reach for your hand.

o — open (how open are they with you?)

It takes time, but once he trusts you? He tells you everything. His hopes, insecurities, random thoughts at 2 a.m. He doesn’t open up easily, but when he does, it’s deep.

p — patience (are they patient?)

Very. He deals with chaos on a daily basis (thanks to his members), so he’s calm, collected, and rarely loses his cool. If you need space or time, he gives it without question.

q — quizzes (how well do they know you?)

Way too well. He remembers your order at every café, your favorite childhood cartoon, and exactly how you like your ramen. He uses that info to quietly take care of you without making a big deal about it.

r — remember (favorite memory with you?)

The first time you cried from laughing around him. It caught him off guard — how good it felt to make you happy like that. He thinks about that moment more often than he’d ever admit.

s — security (how safe and secure do they make you feel?)

He’s your emotional anchor. He makes you feel like no matter what happens, he’s got your back. He’s loyal, consistent, and always checks in with a quiet “you okay?”

t — try (how much effort do they put in?)

Seungmin isn’t flashy, but he tries in meaningful ways — remembering dates, writing you little notes, surprising you with something you mentioned weeks ago. He puts effort into making you feel seen.

u — ugly (what’s their worst trait?)

He can be too sarcastic when he’s upset. Sometimes he deflects with jokes instead of talking seriously, which can be frustrating. But he’s working on it.

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

He cares, but not obsessively. He knows how to dress and always looks good without trying too hard. But if you compliment him? He’ll act cocky about it just to see you roll your eyes.

w — whole (do they feel complete with you?)

Yes — though he’ll never say it like that. You balance him, calm him, and make his days brighter. He feels safest when he’s with you.

x — xtra (something special/quirky about them?)

He secretly sings to you when you’re asleep. Soft little hums or your favorite songs. He doesn’t think you notice, but it’s one of the things you love most.

y — yuck (what do they hate?)

Lying, being ignored, and loud chewing. He’s lowkey picky about food textures and hates when people treat others rudely in public.

z — zzz (what are they like asleep?)

Cuddly without meaning to be. He’ll knock out fast, but if you shift even a little, he’ll pull you closer in his sleep. Occasionally talks in his sleep — usually nonsense or soft whines when you’re not close enough.

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