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happy74827 · 1 year ago

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He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Introverted(ish)!Reader

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

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emmkayyy03 · 5 months ago

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✨ How Your Dominant Planet Secretly Shapes Your Teenage Brain ✨

Have you ever looked back at your late teens and wondered why you were so obsessed with certain things? Like, one friend was glued to their guitar and poetry journals, another was training for their fifth marathon, and you? You were probably neck-deep in your thing. Here’s the deal: your dominant planet was pulling the strings behind the scenes, shaping how your mind worked and what you gravitated toward without you even realizing it.

Let’s break it down:

🌞 SUN Dominant: "I need to shine—what’s the point otherwise?" Late teens for Sun-kissed folks are like a personal hero’s journey. You’re obsessed with figuring out who you are. Your brain’s constantly asking, Am I good enough? Do people see my worth? You might’ve been the captain of the debate team, the drama club star, or just that person who somehow made walking to the cafeteria look like a runway. How your mind works: Everything feels like a stage, and you want to perform your best—even in front of yourself. You seek validation, yes, but deep down, it’s about finding your inner confidence.

🌙 MOON Dominant: "I feel… everything. Is that normal?" For Moon folks, the late teens are an emotional hurricane. You’re all about understanding feelings, whether it’s yours or everyone else’s. You probably overthink texts (why’d they only reply with “k”?), cry over movies you’ve seen a million times, and have deep, borderline-therapeutic convos with your bestie. How your mind works: You process the world emotionally first, logically second. You’re learning how to handle your empathy without drowning in it.

🔥 MARS Dominant: "Let’s go! But… where are we going?" Mars kids are powered by action and passion, and your late teens are when you’re learning to channel that fire. Your brain thrives on challenges, so you probably signed up for every sport, pushed yourself in the gym, or got way too into proving someone wrong in an argument. Impulse control? We’ll work on that later. How your mind works: You process through doing. Sitting around theorizing makes you twitchy. You need action, even if it’s messy. Picking fights on the basketball court because the ref made a bad call, then realizing you’re actually just mad your crush didn’t text you back.

💬 MERCURY Dominant: "Wait, how does that work? Tell me everything!" Mercury-dominant teens are curiosity machines. Your brain’s like a search engine that never stops running. You want to know why, how, who, and what if. You’re that kid who can’t let a fun fact go without looking it up. Debates? Bring ’em on. Trivia? Your jam. Group chats? You run them. How your mind works: You connect ideas at lightning speed. Learning isn’t just a necessity; it’s your love language. Staying up until 3 a.m. watching YouTube videos about conspiracy theories, then showing up to school explaining why aliens totally built the pyramids.

💎 VENUS Dominant: "Why settle for okay when life can be beautiful?" Your late teens are a crash course in pleasure, relationships, and aesthetics. You’re probably experimenting with your style (cue questionable fashion phases), figuring out love (hello, hopeless romantic), or diving into art and music. Life needs to feel good, or it’s just not worth it. How your mind works: You’re tuned to beauty and connection. Your decisions are emotional but driven by desire—whether it’s for love, art, or the perfect selfie.Spending an hour perfecting your eyeliner just to go to the grocery store because what if you meet someone cute?

🌍 SATURN Dominant: "I’m too busy for nonsense." While your friends are out making impulsive mistakes, you’re busy building your future. Saturn-dominant teens have an old-soul vibe. You’re focused on responsibility, probably working a part-time job while juggling school and worrying about saving for college. Fun? Sure, but only if it’s productive. How your mind works: You crave structure and long-term success. While others wing it, you plan 10 steps ahead. Skipping a party to study for finals because failing isn’t an option—not because of pressure, but because you expect better from yourself.

🚀 RAHU Dominant: "What’s the wildest thing I can do right now?" Rahu teens are like explorers charting unknown territory. You’re obsessed with breaking rules, chasing thrills, and doing the forbidden. If it’s edgy, you’re into it. You’re the one sneaking out, dyeing your hair neon green, or trying things that make adults nervous. How your mind works: You’re wired to seek more. More excitement, more knowledge, more of life’s extremes. Going on a spontaneous road trip with friends, breaking the rules, or getting into something your parents wouldn’t approve of—just because it felt like the next big adventure.

🌌 KETU Dominant: "I’m here, but also not really here." Ketu teens are all about spiritual detachment. You’re introspective, reflective, and a bit aloof. While everyone else is chasing their dreams, you’re figuring out why dreams matter at all. Meditation, tarot, or even just staring at the stars for hours—you’re vibing on a higher plane. How your mind works: You reject surface-level stuff, diving into the depths of existence. But you also need to learn to be present. Skipping out on big social events to sit at a park by yourself, journaling about the mysteries of life, or getting into spiritual practices like meditation because they felt more authentic than anything else.

🚀 JUPITER Dominant: "Knowledge is freedom, and I’m going after it!" Jupiter-dominant teens are all about growth, knowledge, and the bigger picture. Your late teens were likely filled with plans for the future, exploring new ideas, and constantly looking for ways to improve. You may have been the one always talking about your next big trip, your dream career, or the philosophies that shaped your world view. How your mind works: You crave expansion and understanding. Learning is your path to freedom. Deep-diving into a topic you just discovered, researching potential career paths, or discussing ideas about travel, culture, and self-improvement with anyone who would listen. Your teenage years were wild, weren’t they? Which planet had your brain on lock? Reblog with your planetary dominant and let’s compare chaotic late-teen stories. 🌠

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azrielbrainrot · 1 month ago

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Summer Nights

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Description: Feeding cats with Azriel.

A/N: Azriel is just a big cat to me.

Velaris was home to many wonders. A simple walk around the city was enough to make anyone gape at its beauty especially if done in the evening when the streets were more alive than ever and the moon and stars were shining vibrantly in the sky. It was easy to understand why it had earned the name of Court of Dreams at a simple glance.

Azriel always prefered watching the streets instead of roaming among the people, sticking to rooftops, back streets and shadows. It was probably the result of his job or childhood, but he always found his enjoyment dim in crowded places.

His position also brought a certain notoriety that he wasn't quite sure how to handle, his ears always starting to heat up as everyone's eyes easily found his imposing figure, studying his wings, shadows and face with curiosity. It was very rare that any of this was done with ill intent in this city, but that didn't make it easier for him to endure. It only made it worse in fact.

And so he tried to keep to himself as much as possible when he wanted to take a walk around the streets and feel the summer breeze. It was on one of those days that he found out that some neighborhoods had taken some of the stray cats as pets, leaving food and water for them by their backdoors or even some open windows for them to enter if they so wished.

Humans had been the ones to start taming some of these animals since their lifetimes were similar, but some of these customs had somehow made their way through the wall. Keeping pets wasn't that common in fae lands, the animals' lives were too fleeting, only lasting a decade or two if you were lucky, and giving your affection and care to something that could last so little was scary for most.

The cats in the night court were notably independent, some even temperamental. Most prefer to keep to themselves instead of leaning on fae to survive. That didn't stop them from accepting the food or the attention though. At least when they saw fit.

Azriel had always found most felines to be extremely beautiful and elegant, and with the addition of being so small compared to their relatives, he found cats to be adorable, especially since they managed to keep all the attitude within their tiny bodies.

Over the last couple of weeks, the shadowsinger had realized they were great company too. He liked to sit on empty rooftops next to purring cats, much like he did now, content in being in their presence even when it was extremely rare that they let him pet them or even really acknowledge them. He could understand the sentiment completely, Azriel also didn't much like being touched.

When the black cat that sat close to him got up and started climbing down to the floor in a hurry, his eyes fell on the backdoor of the next house, attention immediately stolen by the figure that emerged from behind it with a couple of bowls of food in hand.

“Hello, cuties,” the melodic voice happily greets the half dozen cats that now gathered around. “I hope there's enough for all of you.”

It felt like his breath had stuck in his chest as he watched you set everything down for the cats, cooing at some of them before sitting on the step as you watched them eat away what you brought them. It's impossible to say how much time passes, and as embarrassing as it would be to admit, he's sure that he wouldn't have been able to look away or move until you left if his shadows hadn't traveled down the walls, approaching the cats and in turn catching your eye.

The confusion that crosses your face is quickly replaced with surprise when you follow the shadows until you find him. He stands frozen for a second longer, and it's only the memory of a conversation he had with Rhys long ago that sets him into motion. He had told him that just because his job was to spy on people getting caught doing it to anyone else besides a target was, well it was really creepy. Azriel knew that of course, he had even been offended that his brother thought he didn't and felt the need to bring it up, but given the circumstances he found that he really couldn't blame him for saying it.

With a nudge from his shadows and Rhys' words echoing in his mind, he finds himself standing and letting his wings slowly and carefully glide him down to the floor, landing at a distance so he didn't startle the cats or you.

Another too long moment passes after his feet find the ground where neither of you speaks up, and Azriel almost wants to curse himself for being so awkward, trying his best to find his voice so the awkwardness was only felt by him and you didn't feel uncomfortable.

“Good evening.”

“Ah,” you gasp, eyes widening again as if you were convinced he had been nothing more than a hallucination before. “Good evening.”

Both of you let your eyes travel down to the cats once more, and Azriel finds his buddy looking up at him quizzically, as if asking what he was doing.

“I was sitting on the rooftop next to that cat when you called for them and he came running,” he explains, taking a tentative step closer. “I was just curious, didn't mean to startle you.”

“No, no.” You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I just wasn't expecting anyone to be here, that's all.”

Azriel nods, hands finding his pockets and shadows climbing up his body when he doesn't know what else to say. Luckily you seemed to understand and kept making conversation, easing him into it.

“I work at a restaurant by the Sidra so I bring leftovers for them whenever I can.” He quickly finds himself wondering what restaurant you meant and if he has ever had the pleasure of tasting your food. “They're not mine though. Only a couple of them even let me pet them.”

“I've noticed people have taken a liking to them.”

“Mhm, a lot of my neighbors also leave food out for them.” With another couple of steps, Azriel finds himself crouching down next to you, body relaxing when you simply smile up at him and continue. “They're adorable so I can't blame them.”

Azriel easily nods in agreement, eyes finding the cats again to see they have already finished what you brought, some now cleaning themselves after their meal and a couple sauntering off with full tummies.

“That black one always comes to me.”

“He does?” The excitement in your voice makes him stop watching the cats in favor of searching your face, nodding in answer. “I can't even get him to look at me sometimes and I'm the one that feeds him.” As if proving your point, the cat walks a few steps closer to Azriel and away from you, turning his back.

“I guess he really likes you,” you add a bit more defeatedly. This makes him want to make you feel better, almost going to grab the kitty and let you pet him before realizing that would only make things worse and he would be upsetting the poor cat.

“It's because of my shadows.”

“What do you mean?”

Azriel lets a couple wisps roam around the cat slowly until he takes the bait, jumping around happily as it chases the evading shadows, some of the other cats joining in as well. In a flurry of movements, only one black, one grey and one orange ball of fur could be seen as they kept jumping over each other, trying to catch the shadows before the others. It reminded him of something but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

A delighted laugh leaves your lips as you watch them, and Azriel can't help the grin from overtaking his lips at your happiness. He was convinced it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard in his five centuries of life.

“I'm not sure he would like me half as much if it weren't for them,” he says, making his shadows stop before the cats get too rowdy, letting each of them catch one of the wisps of shadows.

“I'm sure he would.”

“You think so?”

You nod with a smile. “I think you're a bit alike actually.” Azriel doesn't have enough time to figure out what you meant or decipher the knowing smile on your lips before you get up, his body easily following yours. “Listen I have to go to bed now, it's getting really late and I have work early tomorrow, but I'll probably come feed them at the same time tomorrow so maybe I'll see you around?”

“Yes,” he finds himself answering too quickly, clearing his throat when your smile only grows. “I mean I'm usually around here at this hour so we'll probably see each other, yes.”

“I'll see you tomorrow then,” you murmur, contentedly making your way to the door. “Good night, Azriel.”

“Good night.”

He watches you leave and close the door behind you with a smile, your sweet voice saying his name echoing around his mind the whole time. It's only when his little friend sits by his feet that he realizes he didn't even ask for yours.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fic #my writing

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zummmii · 3 months ago

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Make A Wish

Summary: You stay up late, and Spencer comes to find you.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader, established relationship (no mention of yn)

Warnings: Sassy Spencer, mention of sleep deprivation, mention of case but not really, not proof read

wc: 960

You had always been invested in space. The thought that you weren’t the only living things out there. The thought that even if there was another living thing out there we’d never know because of light years separating our timelines.

If there was something out there, looking for a similar civilisation, they wouldn’t find people, they wouldn’t find you. They’d find the jurassic period, the ice age, the mosaic period.

And so in the dead of night you find yourself sat on the sofa closest to the window, a book in your hair as you stared up at the sky, clear and dark blue. Little twinkling stars starring back at you.

Your legs tucked under yourself as you sat perched on the couch, one of Spencer’s over sized shirts and panties. Nothing much but it was comfortable.

He was asleep, you didn’t want to wake him up, he’d just got home for a week long case. You missed Spencer, more than you thought you would.

You missed his voice, how soft he talks to you compared to everyone else. The soft brown eyes he gives you every time he looks at you, like you’re the most expensive piece of jewellery in the shop. You missed his gentle touch, the possessive but caring way he holds your waist at any possible chance.

It always worried you, when he left you didn’t know whether he’d come back safely and unharmed, or even come home at all. All these terrible people, horrible, cruel people- murderers, kidnappers, terrorists, he put them away with the BAU team, and as much as you are proud of him, you can’t help but worry.

The cool night time breeze drifted through the small crack in the window, blowing your hair gently out your face with minor hesitation, the little wispy strands that had fallen down from the hair tie dancing quietly. The stars twinkled through the dark blue sky, the moon not even half full glowing brightly in the middle of it.

You had the perfect view from Spencer’s apartment building. His window was right on the corner of the street, pointing exactly diagonally from the building across. There was nothing blocking your view from the endless abyss of space.

The apartment was silent, safe for the whistling wind outside. So quiet you could hear a pin drop from the top floor.

Foot steps, muffled and muted against the floor boards from socks approached from behind you, Spencer. He was supposed to be asleep, the case taking a toll on his sleep schedule. But still, you glance over your shoulder, your gaze landing on the curly hair Dr who was rubbing his eyes and blinding walking over.

His lips brushed against your ear as he moved to kiss the temple of your head. You only shudder, turning to catch his gaze with your own eyes.

Spencer’s brown eyes glistened in the dark light shining down on the two of you as he bends down to be closer, leaning over the sofa. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” He murmurs, his voice reminding you how much you missed him over the past week.

Your lips found his jaw. “I was.” You whisper softly against his skin.

Spencer stood up straight, a quiet groan leaving his lips as he stretched out his back. The sofa dipped beside you as he climbed over the back, claiming half the sofa as his own. “Was.” He repeats, rolling his eyes in feigned disappointment.

A small smile etched its way to your lips, you lean into his side, pulling a blanket up to cover your legs when the breeze got too cold. You don’t look at him, your gaze, again, glued to the dark sky. “Was.” You nod against his chest, repeating the word in the same tone. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

The glow of the moon shown down onto his face, defining his lips and jaw line into intricate beauty. Soft curls coiled messily over his forehead. “I was, but I woke up and couldn’t find you.” His excuse was lame but heart-warmingly sweet.

You lift your head from his chest, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over the patterns of the shirt he wore. Your expression was purely unimpressed as he had given a lame extended version of your reason, just twisted into a different tale. “Was.” You roll your eyes, poking his cheek as a smug lazy grin makes its way to his face.

The sky shone brightly, a flash of light lighting up the room. The line disappeared just as quickly as it came. Spencer’s hand wrapped around your shoulder, moulding into the curve. “What did you wish for?” He asks after a few seconds of silence.

Staying quiet you stare up at the sky, your eyes looking for any other movement. “Can’t tell you that.” You break the silence.

“Well,” Spencer pulled you closer his arm slipping under your knees and the other under your shoulders. “I wished for you to come to bed.” He gave a flat smile standing up with you, your arm snapping out to wrap around his neck.

Spencer gave you a hurt look. “You don’t trust me?” He frowned, his lips curling upside down into a pout.

“You’d probably drop me on purpose.” You roll your eyes, and your point was proved when he jutted in the door way of his bedroom, his grip on you faltering.

But he caught you.

“I hate you.”

Spencer drops you onto his bed rolling over top of you to the other side. “Get off, you big child.” You hit his shoulder and he settles on the other side of the bed.

His arm curled around your hip and pulled you closer. “love you too.”

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #fem!reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #s12 spencer reid #established relationship #fluff #make a wish

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perfectlyoongi · 7 months ago

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JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who watches you closely at every party. Jungkook didn’t even realize he was looking at you — it was something instinctive for him: to admire you, to pay attention to you and any of your actions to see if you needed him; simply having you always there in some way was the most natural thing for Jungkook. that’s why, when he followed you with his eyes, making sure you were having fun, he didn’t realize that he prolonged his attention when someone wanted to be nicer to you; or when someone wanted to take a little risk and try to touch you in some way, Jungkook simply couldn’t look away from you. Jungkook just wanted to make sure you were having fun, but that you weren’t having the time of your life without him. “oh, was i looking? sorry. i was just admiring how all the men here are mere children in adult bodies. just a thought, really”

JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who made getting to know you a contest. Jungkook knew that, at the end of the day, he was the one who had you. he always saw you talking to everyone. your words came out freely without any problems, revealing fond memories and fantastic stories. in just a few hours, you made yourself known to those who wanted to know you. but none of them knew how you liked your coffee; none of them knew you were still crying over lost friendships; none of them knew how you liked to make your bed; none of them knew you, as you were, in your entirety. none of them except Jungkook. he was the only one who knew you. he was better than everyone. “what do you mean they only found out now that you don’t like elevators? you’ve been afraid of it since you were 5. frankly, they could be more considerate and walk up the stairs with you, but oh well.”

JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who compares himself to everyone you talk to. you might be accepting a drink from that bank clerk, but Jungkook cooked for you every saturday. you’re laughing at the professor’s joke, but you ended up crying and clutching your stomach from laughing so hard with Jungkook. the engineer could have put his arm around your neck, but it was Jungkook who hugged you from behind when you felt under the weather. you’re telling the story of how your boss mistook you for an intern to the psychologist, but it was Jungkook who heard all your secrets. yes, they could be a lot of things, but none of them were Jungkook. “are you sure the story you just heard was the best you’ve ever heard? don’t you remember how you liked that story i told you so much that you called me at 4 in the morning asking how it ended?”

JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who had no doubt that you would be happier by his side. no matter how many laughs and conversations you had with everyone else, Jungkook was still special, he knew it. he was the only one capable of turning your tears into melodious laughter, he was the only one capable of bringing you comfort on the coldest nights, he was the only one. yes. Jungkook didn’t need to worry — he was the one who knew you, who made you smile, who made you happy. no one else could make you feel grateful to be alive like Jungkook did. none of these people who wanted your attention knew how divine you were. only Jungkook — the only one capable of making you truly happy. “i know we agreed to marry each other if we’re single by 35, but i’m just suggesting you consider moving that date forward. that’s all.”

JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who just wanted to make you smile like others did. yes, Jungkook was himself, and he was a lot to you, but he couldn’t make you smile like that. you had shining eyes, your skin was glowing, and your smile, as if drawn by the happiest artist, sculpted by the luckiest god, painted by the brightest star — your smile was everything. and Jungkook had never been able to put a smile like that on your face, a smile capable of stealing the light from the moon and the heat from the sun — pure, heartfelt, yours. “i noticed that you were enjoying the conversation with the group of professors. you looked really pretty smiling.”

JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who doesn’t want to lose you, but he can’t ask you to stay. you were happy. you were having fun. you were charming the entire audience with your smile. you didn’t belong to Jungkook anymore — you never did. now you were theirs. of all those who admired you and wanted to know you better. and all Jungkook could do was look at you, admire you, see you conquering the entire world without any effort. like he always did. like he always will.

JEALOUS!JUNGKOOK who finally decided to talk to you. “when you were with the others and having fun with them it was as if you held my heart in your hands and squeezed it with your every laugh. i feel like i was never able to make you as happy as you were with them and i realized that that hurts, a lot. what i’m trying to say is that i like you, and that’s why i don’t like seeing you with others.”

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sweetpascal · 10 months ago

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— 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫

pairing: general marcus acacius x fem!reader

summary: unsure of whether or not your husband is alive leading his army's invasion, the only method of tranquility is by reaching into your past memories as a necessary distraction.

warnings: MINORS DNI, wife!reader and husband!marcus, mentions of TW: miscarriages, (probably incorrect) roman history, mentions of TW: blood and death, making love, sweet nicknames (carissima/me - dearest, dulcissima/me - sweetest, meum cor - my heart, melculum - my little honey), marcus has a big dick, creampies, tender softness, probably ooc marcus ??

wc: 4.4k

notes: oh booyyyyyyy. so we all collectively agree that general marcus is scrum-diddly-umptious ?? all the pics, videos, and gifs dropping does not ease my obsession. so.. i turned my obsession into a work of art for all of you to read ^.^ idk squat about the roman times, but i did do my best to research !! divider from @saradika-graphics 🤍

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It seems like the days have been mixing in with each other the more time has passed. Unsure of which day started and which day ended, you lost track of time. It had been one month, maybe two at this point. The sun rose and set, the moon and stars following in tandem. It was almost like a dance. It was amusing, to say the least. It reminded you of your relationship with your husband. With the light color dress wraps and delicate gold jewelry you'd wear around your neck compared to his permanent scowl, it's clear to civilization who's the sun and who's the moon. But you both complement each other in more ways than one.

You're able to calm him down with a simple touch on his arm, causing his boisterous voice to quiet down and his heart to steady its pace. Marcus' presence looming behind you around others, everyone already knows how dangerous he can become if someone even looks at his wife the wrong way.

Now, without his presence and his voice and his touch, nothing feels real. Pacing around in the dining hall of your home, you rubbed your hands tenderly over your barely-there baby bump over your soft blue wrap dress that Marcus surprised you with the last time he had come home from a previous battle for more land. He had won, of course, because General Marcus Acacius never loses. The mere thought of him losing a battle led by him with his army in tow is one of your greatest fears as his wife.

Staying inside your home and wallowing in your fears was no good for you and your unborn child. You couldn't go through the stress of worrying after your husband and deal with another heartbreaking loss alone. The night that Marcus had come back, you had broken down in front of him, shakily telling him through your thick tears that you had lost your son.

"A son?" He had quietly asked you, his eyes wide and heartbreaking.

"The teller that settles by the river," you told him with a broken voice. "She had confirmed it with her readings."

You remember it clearly as day; the look on his face equivalent to that of a broken man. You had choked on your tears, begging for his forgiveness for not being more careful, for not being a dutiful mother that was supposed to protect their child. You had knelt down in front of him, grabbing his knees and pleading to him and the gods for forgiveness and punishment, your hands pressed together in a prayer.

"Carissima," he had whispered quietly to you, slowly getting down onto his knees to remove your tight hold on his dirtied pteruges. His hands, trembling and unsteady, tenderly hold your cheeks to look into your heartbroken eyes. "I shall never strike a hand upon you, need you deserve it or not. I shall never lay blame on something the gods have brutally stolen from us. Oh, my dearest wife." His last whisper had you gripping onto his arms and crying your heart out into his shoulder. He said nothing more, nothing else. On the ground that day, all he did was hold you, and that was more than what you needed.

Breaking out of that distressing memory, you busied yourself with around-the-house distractions. In your hands was a handmade wicker basket you had purchased at one of the markets. The owner was a sweet, older woman that knew of your reputation amongst the others. She always treated you with kindness and looked at you with excitement every time you came by and not fear. She also gifted you a handmade blanket sewn with intricate patterns of the moon and sun.

"I gift this to you as a thank you for your kindness," she had said, pushing the blanket further into your hands when you had protested. She lay a wrinkly finger against her lips and drooped her eye to a wink.

Stepping outside with the wicker basket in your arms, you traveled a short distance to a small pond with many bushes, trees, and delicate flowers all around. This was your happy place. And this was also where you and Marcus had made love for the first time so long ago. The tree, the rock, the patch of grass. All of it held a distinct memory of your first time. Thinking back to it brings a smile to your lips.

"Tell me to stop, and I will. Tell me to stop right now and I shall go back to where I rest and I will not pursue you any longer," Marcus had told you breathlessly against your jaw. He had you laid on the soft grass underneath the moon, the light shining against the pond in a way that makes the gentle movements look like glitter. Your dress was hiked up around your hips as he rested heavily between your trembling thighs, your hands squeezing on his strong biceps that flexed in response to your sizzling touch.

"Marcus," you sighed prettily in his ear, and it sounded like the sweetest song he has honor of ever hearing. "My need for you has not gone away. It will not go away unless you take me right here, under the moon and stars, until I'm singing for you in pleasure."

The look in his eyes was that of desperate hunger and wanton need. When he had slid himself into your cunt for the first time, all of your prayers to the gods have been finally answered. Marcus was made to be yours. And you were made to be his. Hushed moans and frantic thrusts, Marcus fucked like how others perceived himself – like a barbarian. Some women would disagree and find it appalling and dirty, but it was perfection. He wasn't scared to touch you. He touched you as though if he were to let go you would float away, for he would no longer be able to taste you on his tongue or feel your tight warmth wrapped around his thick cock.

A touch to your shoulder had you gasping and dropping the basket onto the ground. You spun around and laid a hand on your chest and one on your bump, staring at the poor maid that scared you accidentally.

"I deeply apologize for frightening you, miss," she stares at you with her hands up in defense as though she was staring at a frightening animal backed into a corner. "General Marcus has arrived and he asks for your presence in your bedroom."

"No, no, it's quite alright, dear. My head was in the clouds again," you offer her a gentle smile and a brief laugh, laying a hand lightly on her shoulder to ease her worries. "And Marcus, is he...?"

The young maid recognized your worry and shook her head as an answer to your unspoken question. You hand her the wicker basket of plucked fruits from the bushes and politely tell her to wash and ready them, and to bring them to your bedroom when the task is done. She nodded and hurried off immediately.

You carefully, but also hurriedly, made your way into your home. Nodding and giving polite smiles to the people inside, you walk up the spiral marble stairs. When you reached the top, there stood a statue of yourself sitting atop a stone with a statue of hour husband on his knees and his lips pressed to your knees. There were intricate details in the statue, like of Marcus' fingers gripping your thighs or the soft rolls of your body. Your husband preferred a large home such as this for his growing family. You preferred something quainter and more personal, but what your husband says, goes. You recognized his large, dirty footprints leading to your bedroom, another young maid already on her knees scrubbing the stains.

"Aureia, there's no need for that," you tut softly at the young girl, and she looks up at you with wide eyes. "Leave that alone for now, alright? As for this moment, will you please gather the others and bring pails of hot water for a bath?"

"Right away," she nodded and hurried off. It brings a smile to your face at how eager the young maids are to please. Unlike the other men and women that have maids in their homes, you treated yours like people. They respect you and in return, you respect them. Marcus used to disagree until he remembered how you grew up when it was just you and your widowed mother, along with the reputation of being poor. Realizing that you see yourself in these young maids, your husband made it a point to allow you to be in charge of them and do whatever you see fit. Having that much power can be overwhelming, only because of the fear of having your kind heart be taken advantage of. But those that work for and with you know to never cross you, for they'll have to deal with the consequences your husband has waiting for them.

When you entered your private bedroom, there he sat, still dressed from head to toe in his armor. He sits with his back facing the door, his sights focused on the large window that overlooks the garden which circles around the empty thermae. You slowly move around the bed and finally stand before him, essentially blocking his view of the window. Marcus doesn't look up at you just yet. So, you stay silent and let him do what he needs to, let him think what he needs to think.

His hands, still caked with dirt, grime, and dried blood, move up to your stomach. Your bump is within his line of sight. Both of his hands rest on either side, feeling the firmness and shape of the bump. You watch as his eyes shut and his jaw clenches. His face was also caked with dirt, grime, and dried blood. The ends of his hair are curled with sweat from the heat of his long journey back home to his family. Marcus says nothing when you stroke his jaw silently. Neither of you register the door opening and four maids coming in one by one to empty two pails each of hot water into the tub that sits in the corner of the room. They know better than to interrupt.

When the door shuts, Marcus moves to rest his head against your bump. His ear is pressed into your soft flesh through the dress adorning your body. He can faintly hear the thumping of your heart and that brings him back down to earth, back home to you. Your hands, warm and gentle, card through his messy, graying curls. Damp with dirt and sweat, you don't care. Feeling him right here, right now, was all that mattered.

"It's over," he finally speaks, his voice rough and low. His hands move down to find a home on your wide hips, fingers just barely digging into the shape. "The war is over. I made sure of it." And he leaves it at that.

Your eyes shut and you let out a sigh of mixed relief and heartache. You couldn't imagine what your husband had to go through, as a leader, to make sure that he and his army of men make it out alive. You couldn't imagine the number of bodies that are lying out there, hundreds of miles away, torn apart and bled out, mangled flesh and bone. You couldn't imagine your husband possibly being one of them. Bending down as best as you could, you tenderly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and kissed the back of his head. You briefly sniffed his hair and pulled back.

"Let's get you inside the bath, hm?" You whispered softly, hands lovingly scratching at his scruffy jaw as you pulled his head up to look into your eyes.

When he stands, you almost forgot how imposing he was. His height was a strong factor. The bloodied armor he wears makes him look much broader and more dangerous. The exhausted look on his face makes him look much more mean – evil, even. But he's neither of those things, at least not to you. He stands as still as a tree as you begin to unclip and pull off his armor one by one. From the thick leather chest plate bound with protective metal underneath, all the way down to the thick leather arm-wear covering his forearms. Unsheathing his sword from its belt, you unclip that from around his waist as well. Having done this a million times, it's muscle memory.

He stands before you, naked, dirty, and exhausted. You reach behind your neck and slowly untie your dress wrap. It pools at your feet, your naked body now on display for him to see after months apart. Marcus' eyes take in every detail. The delicacy of your collarbones, your perky breasts, the curve of your growing belly, the soft curls of your pubic hair, those thighs that Marcus loves being in between, all the way down to the dangling anklet he gifted you.

"Come on," you whisper softly and take his hand to lead him to the filled tub. Steam sits above the water and Marcus' aching muscles scream out to it.

He enters first, hissing at first from the heat but then moaning gruffly once he sinks further into the hot water. Almost immediately, his sore muscles begin to relax. He could fall asleep right this instant. He feels a gentle push on his shoulder. He scoots forward and allows you to enter behind him.

"What are you doing, dear wife?" He doesn't hear an answer to his question. He's about to turn his body, but then he feels your hands massaging his tender scalp and washing his dirty hair. His eyes shut almost instantly, and he groans huskily with parted lips.

You wanted to laugh at his reaction but decided against it. Marcus never had time to relax and wind down. He was always on his feet, always discussing the next steps of battle, always readying his army men with hardcore training. It pained you to see him like this, especially at a distance. He never wanted you around to witness his leadership. Not wanting to induce stress onto you early on in your pregnancy, not wanting a repeat of your last pregnancy, he had given you strict instructions to let him handle everything.

"Meum cor, you do so good with taking care of your husband," Marcus quietly tells him, his entire body shuddering when your nails tenderly scrape the sensitive parts of his scalp. "I know the other men are envious of the treatment I receive from such a divine woman."

"Mm, I know, my love," softly laughing at his goading. You reached over the side of the tub to grab a small wooden bowl. Using that to pour water onto his soapy curls, you gently tipped his head back and did just that. You kissed the side of his head and gently cleaned away the dirt and grime on his beautifully tan skin. You paid extra attention by lovingly kissing the scar on his right cheek.

For the next hour, you put all your focus into washing his body. No longer was he a filthy barbarian. No, he was now your clean, fresh smelling husband. His damp hair curled elegantly behind his ears and neck. You had maneuvered onto his lap to focus on his front. There were more prominent bruises on his chest and arms, as well as some cuts that have begun its healing process. You gave him a small pout, to which he tuts and lovingly cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I could ride into the sun and still come back to you in one piece, meum cor," he tells you quietly, moving his face much closer and shifting you to sit comfortably on his lap. "No man, no sword, no army could ever strike me down and take me from you."

Holding onto his scruffy jaw and peering into those dark chocolate eyes of his, he looks at you with such tenderness that no stranger will ever witness. Your bump is resting against his own stomach, and he feels every breath you exhale. Heads lean closer, his aquiline nose resting on the side of yours, lips just a hair away. There's distant chatter outside in the gardens, the curtains swaying gently from the warm breeze coming through the open windows. The water in the tub is still warm and steaming, the clearness of it was now murky from the dirt you cleaned from his aching body. You have half a mind to drain the tub and call out for more pails of fresh hot water, but you're so comfortable and safe in the arms of your husband.

"Do you recall the night I took you underneath the stars?" Marcus asks you huskily, both hands gripping your hips, strong fingers digging into your plushy flesh. He forces your hips closer to his, thick thighs tensing underneath your own. "The way you begged me to keep going, even when it began to rain down upon us."

Your lips parted to elicit a soft gasp when you felt his hardness on your thigh, thickening and rising with each second that passed. You do remember that night like it was yesterday. The soft rain pattering on your naked, writhing bodies. Your nails had dug deep into his skin to keep him from moving away. You had cried out to the gods for more, more, more.

"I do believe I may have scars from those nails of yours," Marcus joked lightly against your jaw, pressing a kiss to the bone with his plush lips.

Giggling quietly in his ear, you held his head close to your chest as his kisses traveled south. "I do believe you're creating tales, carissime."

He hums disapprovingly, holding you tighter on his lap when you shift. The steam from the water made his skin feel sticky and warm. You tasted salt on your tongue when you kissed below his ear. It was intoxicating, to say the least. Tasting him, trailing your tongue all over his molten hot skin, licking over his scars and freckles. There was a quiet minute when you both looked into each other's eyes again. Marcus can see the light hasn't died. He can see the adoration you have for him in the way your pupils dilate, and breathing quicken. And you can feel the love Marcus has for you in the way his eyes get slightly wide as he takes in your features, most likely mapping out which ones he hopes your unborn child takes from the both of you.

"Take us to bed, meum cor," you beg him. No longer able to keep looking at your handsome husband and not do anything about it, you leave it all up to him.

Without another word, Marcus stands with a hoarse grunt. With one strong arm wrapped tight (but not too tight) around your waist and his other hand under your thigh to keep you up and against his body, he steps over the tub and makes his way over to the bed. Neither of you care if your wet bodies are soaking the sheets. As he lays you down and rests on top of you, nothing else matters at this moment.

"Melculum, you look like a goddess with the sunlight kissing your naked skin," he whispers to you, lowering his head to kiss at your breasts and collarbones. You gasped and arched your back, further pressing your breasts into his mouth, to which he sucks a sensitive nipple between those lips.

Marcus rests on his forearms on either side of your head with his big hands tenderly cupping the crown. Your feet teasingly trail up and down the backs of his thighs, and you feel his hardness twitch between your bodies. Whispering his name in a needy voice, he looks up at you and catches the look in your half-lidded eyes. The flush on your skin makes your skin glow. He would never disrespect his gods and goddesses, but Aphrodite does have a competition on her hands.

Feeling too eager, you take charge and yank his neck down to finally kiss him. After months of not feeling his body, hands, and lips on yours, you powered all your emotions in this kiss. It was messy and desperate and hard. Tongue, teeth, garbled whimpers and heavy breaths. Marcus suckled at your bottom lip, letting it snap back against your teeth to then suck and bite at your neck. Your hips were shifting to slot his hard cock between the silky lips of your wet cunt. Grinding up and down, the thick vein that rests on his hardness glides easily against your swelling clit.

"Marcus," you weep quietly in his ear. "Oh, my husband. I need you more than life itself. Oh, you're the bravest, strongest soldier known to man. You're so... powerful, so dangerous. You keep your family and your people safe, my love." Saying this all while you're grinding your sweet cunt up and down the length of his hardness has Marcus growing erratic by the second.

He looks down between your bodies. Your cunt lips open like the blooming petals of the sweetest flower. The soft dark curls of your pubic hair rubbing against his own. Your small belly bump that keeps your unborn child safe and sound. Marcus uses his thumb to guide himself inside your cunt, breathing shallowly when the warm tightness sucks him in, inch by inch. Your mouth falls open to let out quiet, needy moans.

"There we go, melculum," Marcus grunts lowly in your ear, lowering his hips further down into yours and his thick cock slides deeper inside your leaking hole. The heat, wetness, and tightness of your cunt has him spiraling already. The knot in the pit of his stomach further unraveling the deeper he gets. "You were made for me," he breathes deeply, the heat of his breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

When he starts fucking into you, he was mindful to not rest his entire weight on your belly. He repositioned himself in a way that had his back curving to drive his hips deeper, faster, and harder into your own. The action had you arching and gasping. Your soft breasts and feet bounced gently from the movements. Marcus lovingly strokes down your temples with his thumbs and kisses you hard once again. Your fingers curl into his hair, now drying and curling beautifully. He looks like a god. It makes you want to cry. But then, his cock starts punching against the one spot that makes you scream.

"Oh! Marcus!" You yelped, eyebrows furrowed and lifted up as your mouth fell open and moans started pouring out. "Right there! Right... there. Ri-ight the-ere!"

He slows his thrusts until he's grinding so deep and so slow. Your moans turned into whimpers. He was able to hear the sloppy noises of your cunt soaking around his hardness. He grins down at you, his dimple deepening when you twitch and writhe.

"So beautiful," he whispers against your jaw. "So ethereal underneath me, writhing and begging for my cock." Marcus sharply drives his cock into your cunt unexpectedly. You let out a long, wanton wail that has his grin widening. He does it again, and again, and again. It was driving you absolutely crazy.

Your slick is most likely dripping out of your hole and onto Marcus' balls which slap against you. You can practically feel the weight of them, so heavy and full of two months' worth of cum. He drags his cock in and out of you slowly now, allowing you to feel every vein and every inch. Your thighs spread wide for him, eager for more. He answered your silent pleas and fucked you at a quicker pace again.

"Wrap your arms around me, Marcus. Oh, please, please, please!" You sobbed quietly, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. He follows immediately. His strong arms wrap under your back and he rests some of his weight onto your front. Your thighs widen to accommodate his size, allowing his cock to nudge deeper in a way that steals your breath. "Just... like... that," you whimpered after each thrust Marcus gives.

He feels dizzy and overwhelmed in a good way. The smell of the homemade soap on your skin, the softness and warmth of your naked skin against his, your sweet moans like a pretty song in his ears, the slick tightness of your cunt sucking him in repeatedly. Feeling, smelling, and hearing all of these at once was enough to finally let him spill out his moans without holding back. His chest vibrates against your bare breasts with each grunt that passes his kissed-raw lips. The vibrations on your sensitive nipples tickled you erotically.

"You are intoxicating," he moans heavily against your sticky skin, his scruff scraping deliciously and his lips and teeth leaving little love bites. "Non possum satis de te." I cannot get enough of you.

With your eyes rolling back and your thighs trembling around his wide hips, you simply cannot control what your body does. Marcus catches you off guard by messily kissing you, his tongue intertwining with your own, tasting each other's saliva. The taste of him had you whining into his mouth. There was a faintness of wine on his tongue. Although you obviously couldn't drink while you bear his child, the lingering taste of it on your husband's tongue was enough to drive you wild. Your hands, originally placed on his shoulder blades, trail down to his tapered waist and finally cling onto his perky bottom. You squeeze the tender flesh and briefly dig your nails into the skin, feeling the muscles clench and unclench with every roll of his hips and cock driving into your cunt.

"Tu parum desperatus es, huh?" Marcus' voice sounded cocky and the grin on his face didn't help. You're a desperate little thing, huh?

One of the things that made your husband a respected leader was his arrogance was never wrongfully directed. He loved to gloat, about anything and everything. But when it came to you, his wife, his ego inflates to the point of popping.

That's when you felt it. The coil in the pit of your stomach gets tighter and tighter, forcing your gooey walls to twitch around Marcus' thickness. He moans lowly at the feeling of it. He hooks one of your thighs over his arm, bracing your knee into your chest to fuck you deeply. The position change had you shuddering, more slick leaking out and staining the sheets below your bodies.

"I'm... I'm... fuuuck!" With one final cry out to the gods, you scratched down Marcus' skin and braced yourself for impact.

Your orgasm washed over you like one of the strongest ocean waves known to man. Your body wouldn't stop twitching and writhing underneath his massive body. The squeezing tightness of your cunt wouldn't let your husband fuck you any longer. He drops down and lets out a final rough grunt before spilling inside of you. He has a entire body shiver as his cock twitches repeatedly, his thick cum spilling out every few seconds. It finally stopped after a whole minute; yes, you were counting. The tickle of his cum hitting you deep inside had you giggling drowsily.

"You should be thanking your husband for giving you a well-needed release, not laughing at him," he hums against your skin, the vibrations of his voice and bristles of his scruff tickling you further, causing you to laugh louder. He feels your belly jumping from your shaking body and he can't help but to smile.

Being in the arms of his wife after a long journey of war and death, there really is no place like home.

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wcnderlnds · 12 days ago

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lets not fall in love ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: working on the set of the newest bigbang video, you instantly find yourself crushing on seunghyun ・❥・word count: 1.3k ・❥・warnings: none, just fluff. ・❥・ authors note: this was a request that ive been so stoked to write because it's my favourite bigbang song!!

The name Choi Seunghyun wasn't new to you. In fact, you'd first met him when you were kids. You hadn’t spoken to him much back then. There had only been casual hellos, like kids often did. That was pretty much it. He had been a quiet kid, often spending time alone. Then, you'd switched schools and hadn't seen him again until he popped up on your television one day. BigBang were the most popular band in Korea. It felt surreal to see someone you had known be that famous. It was fame you hoped to achieve one day as an aspiring actress. So far, you'd had a few little jobs here and there in advertisements and that was all well and good but you wanted more.

When you landed the job to star in a BigBang music video, you were over the moon. Maybe this would be the break you needed. So many people loved those boys, so eyes would be on you. It made you excited at the possibilities it would bring for your career. And, it would be nice to see Seunghyun after all these years. He probably wouldn't remember you – he met so many people everyday so why would he remember a kid from years ago that he’d barely known?

Shockingly, he did.

When you’d greeted all the boys, introducing yourself to them, it had taken him a moment but when it clicked, he smiled warmly at you. That smile of his made your stomach flip. The dimples on his cheeks, the way his blonde hair fell in his face; it was enough to make anyone weak in the knees. It was safe to say he’d grown into one of the most handsome men you’d ever laid eyes on.

“You’re cool if I hold your hand, right?” Seunghyun asked as you prepared for the first scene. You’d got the lucky part of playing his love interest in the music video.

“Yeah,” you replied quickly. Way too quickly. “I mean, sure, yeah, that’d be cool.”

Seunghyun laughed, leaning against the metal pole of the fence. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shutup,” you blushed, playfully pushing at his shoulder. “You know what else would be cute? If you hugged me from behind.”

“Oh, yeah, I bet you’d find that really cute.”

“You’re the worst.”

The director signalled that it was time to start filming so you took your position by the picnic table. Once action was shouted, you played your part to perfection, looking away acting like you had no idea Seunghyun was watching you. When he wrapped his arms tightly around you from behind, you leaned back into his embrace. It was all definitely for the cameras and not because you liked the feeling of his arms around you. It was all over for you when he took your hand, raising it above your heads as you walked around the table. The feeling of his hand in yours made you feel warm inside. The way he laced his fingers with yours with ease, it made you weak at the knees. You had to knock some sense into yourself – this was all an act. It wasn’t like any of it meant anything… but somewhere deep inside, you’d already realised you were crushing on this man and you’d only reconnected with him about an hour ago.

It was so easy to lose yourself in acting like a couple with Seunghyun. He made it so easy, telling you dumb jokes to make you smile, booping you on the nose. At one point, you’d rested your head on his shoulder. It was an instant reaction from him to rest his head on yours, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. Seunghyun had this magnetic charm – it was easy to get enraptured in everything he did. The way he moved, the way he talked, it was mesmerising. No wonder he had so many girls fangirling over him. You could easily understand why. Not only did he have the looks but he had the personality to go with it. He was sweet, kind and always seemed to do whatever he could to put a smile on everyone’s face.

There was a bit of time before your next scenes so you decided to take a bathroom break. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you tried to calm your pounding heart. You hadn’t come here to get a crush on the person you were acting with. This was supposed to be professional.

‘Get a grip,’ you thought to yourself. You were almost tempted to splash your face with cold water as if that would help but then remembered the makeup you were wearing. The makeup artists had spent a good chunk of their time getting you camera ready, you couldn’t mess up their beautiful work.

Little did you know, Seunghyun was having the same internal dilemma.

“I’m screwed, bro,” he said to Jiyong as he threw himself dramatically down on the couch in their dressing room, his hand covering his eyes for added effect.

Jiyong snickered. “The song is called Let’s Not Fall In Love not Let's Fall In Love With My Old Classmate Turned Co-Star.”

“Yeah, okay, shutup,” Seunghyun peered through his fingers at his best friend. “What do I do?”

“Ask yourself when was the last time you’ve liked someone this quickly before. Then do something about it,” Jiyong shrugged.

Seunghyun thought about it. It really had been a long time since he’d caught feelings for someone so quickly. Actually, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had, that’s how long it had been. The second he’d laid eyes on you, his heart had started racing. Now, he didn’t believe in love at first sight and he definitely wasn’t in love but he had to take it as a sign. If you could get him this out of sorts so quickly then maybe he did need to do something about it.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“Bet you can’t catch it in your mouth,” you challenged Seunghyun, a piece of popcorn ready between your fingers.

“Challenge accepted, go for it,” he opened his mouth. You threw the popcorn and he jumped up a little, catching it in his mouth with ease.

“Ugh. Are you just good at everything?”

“Dunno, wanna find out?” He raised a brow at you causing you to flush at the insinuation. You brought your hands up to your cheeks, trying to cover them but of course he noticed instantly. “You’re cute.”

Luckily you were saved by the director yelling for the scene to begin before you could embarrass yourself. In this scene you were watching a movie with Seunghyun, joking around. At one point, as you were staring at the screen, you could feel his eyes on you so you turned to face him. He broke into a cheeky grin, puckering his lips up and leaning in like he was going to kiss you. You were supposed to raise your hand up to stop him but as you did, Seunghyun moved it away, holding it in his.

This wasn’t part of the script.

Instead, he swiftly captured your lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. You were caught completely off guard, freezing for a second before relaxing into it. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, lips moving slowly against his. ‘Cut’ was yelled from somewhere around you but it seemed like neither of you cared. How long his lips were on yours, you had no idea. Slowly, he pulled away. His eyes never left your face, his lips upturned in the sweetest smile.

“I hope that was okay,” his voice was quiet, almost cautious as if he was second guessing what he’d just done.

“It was more than okay,” you assured him. “I wouldn’t even complain if you did it again.”

“Maybe I’ll have to take you out after we finish shooting then. Really give you the full, genuine Seunghyun romantic experience.”

It was hard to contain a smile, eagerly nodding your head. “I’d love that.”

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narxcisse · 13 days ago

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Can you please do an express their love with the legendaries? Sea fairy, Fire Spirit, etc etc? :3

— How they express their love.

– With: Sea Fairy, Moonlight, Fire Spirit, Wind Archer, Frost Queen, Stormbringer and Black Pearl.

– CW: implicit(? past SeaMoon mentioned.

— A/N: Remember, requests are open! You can read my pinned post for more information. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

— English isn't my native language.

— Sea Fairy

She shows her love through quiet, constant presence—always there beside you when you need her, even if you never ask.

She often gazes at you with that same longing she once reserved only for the moon, eyes full of soft sorrow and hope.

Her voice is rarely raised, but when she speaks to you, there’s a softness even the tides don’t hear.

When she holds your hand, it feels like waves brushing the shore: patient, cool, and always returning.

“I have known eternity in solitude… but your presence feels like something I was always meant to find.”

— Moonlight

She often pulls you into dreams with her, where you drift among stars and forgotten spells in peaceful quiet.

Her love appears in gentle touches—brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, resting her head on your shoulder, watching you as you sleep.

She still dreams often, but now she looks forward to waking up—because you’re there.

Sometimes she reaches out in her sleep, fingers brushing yours, murmuring your name like a lullaby.

“I see you, even in dreams. Especially in dreams.”

— Fire Spirit

He shows his love loudly—boasting about how lucky you are to be with someone as amazing as him... while clinging to you like wildfire.

Playfully teases you until you laugh, then gives you a wink like he’s just conquered the world.

He gets weirdly possessive whenever another Cookie flirts with you—but he’d rather explode than admit it bothers him.

When you’re upset, he’ll burn down the problem... or at least threaten to. He's not great with feelings, but he'll try, for you.

“You’re the only one I’ll turn the heat down for... don’t tell anyone.”

— Wind Archer

He watches you quietly from the treetops and always lands softly at your side when you’re alone.

He rarely says the words, but his actions are constant: shielding you from harm, gifting you wildflowers, bringing you spring air on hard days.

His voice, usually so formal, softens when he speaks to you.

Offers his loyalty silently—sits beside you in stillness, just to exist together.

“You are the only place the wind longs to return to.”

— Frost Queen

She may seem cold, but she always notices when you’re cold too—and she’s silently placing her cloak around your shoulders.

When she trusts you, she lets her icy guard down—revealing small smiles, shared silences, and soft words.

Her touch is rare but meaningful: a hand to your cheek, a brief embrace, the warmth shocking in contrast to her chill.

She protects you not with warmth, but with presence—she will never let anything take you from her cycle.

“In this endless frost, your warmth is what I never knew I needed.”

— Stormbringer

She teases you constantly—calling you her “little cloud,” even when she's secretly smitten.

She summons lightning to impress you... and maybe flex a little. Okay, a lot.

Tries (and fails) to be subtle about watching over you, usually hidden among the clouds.

She acts like cuddling is beneath her... but falls asleep on you mid-storm, snoring like distant thunder.

“You’ve grounded me, storm and all.”

— Black Pearl

Her love is dangerous and deep—she pulls you into the sea when no one else is looking, where you can be alone together.

She warns you not to trust her... but she’s always there to protect you, her trident poised against anything that dares approach.

She shares ancient sea secrets with you—things she’s never said to anyone else.

She’s sharp to everyone else, but when you touch her face, she leans into it like it’s the only warmth left.

“I’ve lost everything once. I will not lose you. I cannot.”

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coqhee · 1 month ago

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﹙✧﹚ㅤㅤ TO THE MOON AND BACK, I LOVE YOU

ALT ✷ you never liked astronomy until you met han taesan, your crush since freshman year. in an attempt to get closer with him, why not drag along the boy that's been there all along? ∘ ∘ ∘ catalogue \ romance told

西村力 x f!r ―ㅤ fluffㅤ comedyㅤ &&ㅤ f2lㅤ ⨯ㅤ 3533

em's note ★ yay!! first romance: told fic out!! it only took this long!!! hope the anon who requested it enjoyed :3 btw I've never been to a planetarium lawl...

─── ♡

when you found out that your crush, han taesan, was taking astronomy for an elective in senior year, you immediately put that down instead of your originally planned “late arrival”. a free point five elective credit AND a chance to see your crush one last time? hell yeah. but then came the realization—you had no idea who else was in the class, and the last thing you wanted was to be stuck alone with a bunch of people you barely talked to.

so, naturally, you turned to nishimura riki. the weird boy that you had always been friends with since before you could even fathom.

“riki, please take astronomy with me,” you had begged, practically hanging off his arm.

“absolutely not,” he had deadpanned, barely looking up from his phone. “i’m not trading MY late arrival so you can go the tan haesan.”

“it’s han taesan, but whatever. don’t leave me alone.” you had whined, poking his shoulder. “what if everyone sucks? what if i end up next to some weird freshie who smells like expired milk?”

“then don’t take a class that would have freshmen in it?”

"but jungwon is taking it," you pointed out, as if that was all the reasoning he needed.

riki sighed, finally glancing up from his phone. “so? what does that have to do with me?” riki hates to admit it but he knew he would already be talking to his counselor the next day to swap out his cherished sleep period.

you huffed, dramatically slumping against his shoulder. “because I don’t want to suffer alone,” you mumbled. “i need my best friend with me.”

at that, riki stiffened for just a second before rolling his eyes. “you’re so annoying,” he muttered, but you caught the way his lips twitched—like he was already considering it.

“please?” you dragged out the word, gripping his sleeve and giving him the best pleading look you could manage.

“fine,” he grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket

you beamed, throwing your arms around him in excitement. “i knew you loved me.”

“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but his ears burned a little red.

he made it sound like a hassle, like you had dragged him into it against his will. but really, it wasn’t like he needed much convincing. if there was anyone he’d willingly lose his late arrival period for, it was you.

─── ♡

on the first day of the new year after summer break had ended, you walked into period 1 to see taesan already sitting in the middle row, scrolling through his phone. your heart did that stupid little flip it always did when you saw him, and for a split second, you forgot riki was even behind you.

“oh my god, you’re so obvious,” riki muttered, elbowing you in the side as he followed your line of sight.

“shut up,” you hissed, shoving him back before making your way toward an empty seat behind where taesan was sitting.

before you and riki could bicker further like you always did, class started to your dismay and it was finally starting to settle in that the two of you were in for a class, neither of you cared about.

riki let out an exaggerated sigh as he slumped in his seat. “this is your fault,” he whispered, tapping his pencil mindlessly against the desk. “we could be in bed right now.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “oh please, you would’ve just spent that extra hour playing video games.”

“exactly,” he grumbled. “prime gaming time, wasted on stars.”

before you could retort, the teacher started going over the syllabus, droning on about assignments, projects, and participation. you tried to pay attention, but your gaze kept flickering to the back of taesan’s head, watching the way he absentmindedly spun his pen between his fingers.

riki caught you staring and groaned. “this is painful to watch.”

“then don’t watch,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

he gave you a deadpan look. “i have to. it’s like witnessing a car crash in slow motion.”

you stifled a laugh, “shut up and take notes.” shoving his hand back to his paper, away from doodling on your fresh blue, 70 page, college rule notebook.

“uh huh”

you shook your head, turning your attention back to the front just in time to hear the teacher announcing partner assignments for the semester-long project.

“please let me be with riki,” you whispered under your breath, fingers crossed beneath the desk.

riki hummed in agreement. “i swear if i end up with some guy who doesn’t know the difference between a planet and a star, i’m dropping this class.”

but, of course, fate had other plans.

“y/n l/n and han taesan.”

your stomach flipped. riki turned to you slowly, horror written all over his face.

“no way,” he whispered.

but there was no taking it back now. taesan turned slightly in his seat, a small smile tugging at his lips. “guess we’re partners,” he said, voice smooth and easygoing.

“yeah,” you breathed, hoping you sounded normal and not like your brain had short-circuited.

riki gagged dramatically beside you.

“nishimura riki… you’ll be working with…oh, looks like we have an odd number, you can join y/n and taesan,” the teacher called.

riki perked up instantly, all traces of his previous horror vanishing. “oh, sick,” he muttered under his breath, shooting you a victorious smirk.

you, on the other hand, were caught between relief and something dangerously close to disappointment. you weren’t even sure why—you wanted riki to be your partner, didn’t you? but now, instead of getting to work one-on-one with taesan, riki was right there in the middle, like a human buffer.

taesan didn’t seem fazed, though. he turned back to you both with a nod. “works for me.”

riki leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “yeah, totally. wouldn’t want my best friend suffering alone.”

you elbowed him under the desk.

the teacher moved on, and taesan shifted slightly to face you. “do you guys wanna meet after school to start planning?”

“sure,” you answered at the same time riki groaned.

the rest of class went by in a blur, the lecture on introductory astronomy terms barely registering in your brain. every so often, your gaze would flicker to taesan, watching the way he twirled his pen, the way his lips pursed ever so slightly when he was concentrating. it wasn’t fair how effortlessly cool he looked doing the most mundane things.

“you’re doing it again,” riki muttered beside you, barely moving his lips.

“doing what?” you whispered back, eyes still locked on the front of the classroom.

“staring at him like he hung the stars in the sky.”

─── ♡

riki had been enduring your hopeless crush on han taesan for seven full days now, and, frankly, he was over it.

“you know, i really just don’t get what you like so much about him. he’s just a guy,” riki muttered, barely dodging the kick you sent his way from across the library table.

“oh my god, shut up,” you whispered harshly, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard. “and just a guy? you make it sound like i’m drooling over some random dude.”

riki raised an eyebrow. “you are drooling over some random dude.”

you ignored him, instead recalling your advances towards taesan, convincing yourself that it was going just great.

on the second day of class, and you had strategically chosen to sit beside taesan instead of riki, much to the latter’s dismay. you figured starting small was the way to go—nothing too forward, just a simple, friendly compliment.

“i like your hoodie,” you had said, giving him what you hoped was a casual but cute smile.

taesan barely glanced up from his laptop. “thanks, my mom got it for me.”

…that was it. no follow-up, no return compliment, no you’d look good in one too—nothing. you had expected something to work with, but instead, he had gone right back to typing like you hadn’t even spoken.

gosh, it was like he wasn’t even interested in you.

on the fourth day of class when you figured you were going to make another attempt to talk to him.

“oh, i saw that you listened to understand by keshi on your story” you had mentioned casually as you slid into your seat beside him. “such a good song.”

taesan had nodded. “oh yeah, it’s good.”

you had stared at him for a moment, waiting for anything more, before finally just pulling out your own notebook in defeat.

and of course, riki, from his seat across the room, had been watching the entire thing unfold, shaking his head in barely concealed amusement. riki had been patient—far more patient than he normally was—but after an entire week of watching you fumble through failed attempts at flirting, he had reached his limit.

"alright," he announced, slamming his notebook shut. "i can’t take this anymore."

you blinked at him, caught off guard. "what?"

"this," he gestured wildly between you and the table, "this pathetic, one-sided crush. you’re driving me insane."

you scowled. "wow, thanks for the support, best friend."

he ignored you, leaning forward with an exasperated sigh. "look, it’s not happening. you’ve tried, like, four different approaches, and taesan has given you nothing to work with. it’s time to move on."

"i can’t just move on," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "it’s not that simple."

"oh, it’s that simple," riki countered, standing up and grabbing his bag. "and you know what? i’m gonna help you."

you eyed him warily. "help me how?"

he smirked. "by showing you what it’s like to actually have fun with someone who does pay attention to you. plus i already bought tickets to the studio ghibli movie fest for tonight and the rest of next week, so you’re going.”

“you’re joking,” you gasped with excitement, jumping up and down, loud enough for the two of you to get kicked out of the library. but who cares when you could go see ponyo tonight, howls moving castle tomorrow and every other ghibli movie for the rest of the week.

he shook his head with that familiar, comforting smile, "this is already more fun than whatever you thought you had going on with taesan," he said, nudging your temple with his knuckles.

you sighed, leaning into his side for a moment. "yeah," you admitted, and for the first time in a week, you actually believed it.

─── ♡

throughout the week, you still found yourself looking for taesan, but not nearly as much as you used to.

by the third night of the ghibli fest, you had almost forgotten why you had been so fixated on han taesan in the first place. between sneaking in your own snacks, debating over which ghibli protagonist had the best character arc, and riki dramatically reenacting scenes on the way home, your mind was too occupied to obsess over every little interaction with taesan.

but that didn’t mean you never looked for him.

in class, your eyes still wandered toward his seat before you could stop yourself, scanning for any hint that maybe he had started to notice you back. but taesan was always the same—calm, polite, distant.

“you’re doing it again,” riki muttered under his breath, flipping his pen between his fingers.

“doing what?” you asked, even though you knew exactly what.

you shot him a glare. “i’m not staring.”

riki gave you a pointed look.

“…i was just glancing,” you clarified, sinking into your seat.

he snorted. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

but the thing was, riki was right.

taesan was never rude—if anything, he was nice in that effortless, detached way that made it impossible to tell whether he actually cared about your presence or was just being polite. he answered your questions, acknowledged your comments, but never extended the conversation past necessity.

and after a week of being around riki—who never once let a moment fall flat, who filled every second with banter, laughter, and the kind of easygoing energy that made everything feel lighter—you were starting to realize just how dull it was trying to get taesan’s attention.

“hey,” riki nudged your arm, bringing you back to the present. “movie’s at seven tonight. spirited away. we’re going, no excuses.”

you sighed, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. “yeah, okay.”

maybe looking for taesan wasn’t worth it anymore.

on the final night of the ghibli fest, you and riki found yourselves in your usual seats—middle row, slightly to the left, close enough to the screen without being too close. you had gotten used to this routine by now: sneaking in snacks, arguing over who got to hold the drinks, riki making dramatic commentary under his breath just to annoy you.

but something about tonight felt different.

it could’ve been the way that he already had bought your entire movie theater snack order before you even arrived, the way your heart skipped when he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "if this movie makes you cry like you always do, i won’t judge,”

“i never cry at movies,” you shot back, ignoring the way your face felt weirdly warm.

“uh-huh,” riki smirked. “that’s what you said during my neighbor totoro, and yet—”

“i had something in my eye,” you interrupted quickly, shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth to avoid further discussion.

it felt like it could’ve been normal, but the air between the two of you had shifted, and part of you didn’t want to jump to a conclusion or even admit that it had shifted to begin with by any means.

he just chuckled, settling back into his seat. but his arm stayed where it was, fingers still lightly tapping against your shoulder. while you should’ve been focused on the movie, every fiber of you wasn’t. instead you were focused riki, taking a second longer glance everytime the two of you leaned over to make some dumb and stupid comment.

when the movie was over and riki had teased you for how you cried once again, you rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag and following him out into the cool night air. but as you walked side by side down the quiet street, the warmth of his arm against yours lingering like an unspoken thought, you couldn’t help but wonder—

when did everything start feeling like this?

since when did your heart start beating so fast, pumping so much blood it felt exhilarating just being around riki.

you didn’t know when it started.

you just knew that it had.

─── ♡

the next day in class, you found yourself sliding back to the seat next to riki as usual, all of a sudden not finding the back of taesan’s head that interesting.

you were doodling on your page listening to your teacher explain the moon’s orbit in relation to earth, then somehow get onto a tangent about the moon’s symbolization in cultures.

before you could zone out completely, the teacher clapped their hands together, bringing the class to attention.

“alright, everyone! before we continue, i have an announcement—next friday, we’ll be taking a class field trip to the planetarium.”

your head perked up at that.

“you’ll need to complete a small assignment while we’re there,” the teacher added over the mix of groans and excited whispers. “but other than that, you’ll have plenty of time to explore.”

immediately, you turned to riki, already knowing he’d be your partner. he was grinning, kicking your foot under the desk. “guess that means we get a free pass to mess around.”

“or,” you corrected, “we could actually pay attention.”

he snorted. “we both know that’s not happening.”

you just rolled your eyes, shifting back in your seat as the teacher dimmed the lights to play a video about the moon’s phases.

a few minutes in, riki nudged your elbow. when you glanced over, he was pointing at his notebook, where he’d drawn a very questionable-looking moon with a lopsided smile.

you bit back a laugh. “what is that?”

“the moon,” he whispered, as if it were obvious. “but, like, happier.”

you shook your head, flipping to a new page in your notebook. with a few quick strokes, you sketched out your own version—a smoother crescent with little stars around it. riki peeked at it and scoffed. “show-off.”

you grinned, flipping your pencil in your fingers. “you’re just mad mine looks better.”

“whatever,” he muttered, turning his attention back to the video—but not before sneaking one last glance at your drawing.

toward the end of class, as you were packing up, taesan passed by and nodded toward your desk. “what were you two so focused on?”

before you could answer, riki shoved his notebook under his arm, grinning. “just academic excellence.”

you snorted, and taesan just gave a small, amused nod before heading out. once he was gone, you turned to riki with a knowing look.

“academic excellence?”

“obviously,” he said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “what else would it be?”

you just laughed, shaking your head as you fell into step beside him.

─── ♡

the planetarium was dim, lit mostly by the soft glow of the exhibit lights, casting shadows across riki’s face as he stood beside you. the hum of other students echoed faintly in the background, but you hardly noticed.

the two of you took your seats underneath the large screen and gazed up into the above, admiring the way the stars swirled in the galaxy.

just how small the two of you were in the giant universe, yet here this moment existed for just the two of you to remember.

you smiled softly to yourself. there was something comforting about it all. something warm and endless and beautiful.

but you didn’t notice the way riki never looked up.

while you sat there, eyes wide with wonder, his gaze never left you. not even for a second.

he watched the way your lips parted just slightly in awe, the way your eyes shone under the artificial starlight. how still you became when you were lost in something you loved. and maybe it was dramatic—maybe it was just the darkness, or the quiet, or the closeness—but in that moment, you looked more magical than any of the stars above.

“the earth and the moon: an eternal dance. though nearly 400,000 kilometers apart, the moon’s pull shapes the tides of the earth. it never strays far, always orbiting—faithful, constant. even in darkness, it reflects light. it stays.” the narration continued on,.

you smiled faintly and pointed up. next to you, riki followed your gaze, then tilted his head.

“sounds kind of dramatic,” he murmured, nudging your elbow. “like some tragic love story.”

you continued looking at the spherical projected figure, amused. “i think it’s kind of sweet. the moon never leaves.”

riki hummed in response. then, so quietly you almost missed it, he said, “i’d stay, too.”

your breath caught in your throat.

you tried to play it off with a gentle nudge to his side. “stop being weird.”

you finally looked down, ready to say something about the way the moon was just so pretty.

riki was already looking at you.

and he wasn’t embarrassed about it. he didn’t look away, didn’t pretend to be interested in the show you’d both come to see.

his eyes were soft, unblinking. like you were the one he had come for.

“you’re not even watching,” you whispered, voice shaky, heart louder than it should’ve been.

riki tilted his head, lips curving into the smallest smile.

“i am,” he said quietly. “just not the stars. or the moon for that matter.”

you froze, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat. he didn’t look away. not even for a second.

“you know,” riki continued, voice just low enough for only you to hear, “if the moon really is 400,000 kilometers away, i think i love you to the moon and back,”

“riki…” you whispered, unsure what you meant to say next. you felt breathless, like the words were still catching up to the moment.

but he only leaned back slightly in his seat, his shoulder brushing yours. “you don’t have to say anything,” he said, softer now. “i just… i wanted you to know.”

your fingers twisted in your lap, eyes flickering back up to the stars for just a second, like they might tell you what to do next. they didn’t. they just kept spinning silently across the domed ceiling, beautiful and endless.

you turned to him again. “i think,” you said slowly, “that maybe… maybe i’ve been looking in the wrong direction.”

he looked at you then—not surprised, but quietly hopeful. like he’d been waiting for you to realize it.

“yeah?” he asked, voice steady but a little too careful.

you nodded. “yeah.”

suddenly, the stars or the moon weren’t the brightest thing in the room anymore.

and somewhere above you, the moon kept orbiting the earth. steady. constant. never fully leaving the planet’s side.

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luverine · 18 days ago

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⊹₊Shy ⌞ ⌝

Yandere loser photographer x gn reader જ⁀➴

0.9k words // Nsfw (ish) // gets caught // takes pictures and videos without reader knowing // angsttt // crying // reader is flabbergasted // Yan just wants a hug // :‹

He’s shy.

God, he’s so shy.

He lurks in the shadows, always in the back, always tucked away somewhere dark where no one ever has to look at him.

Moping. Frowning. Whining.

Drowning in some pathetic pool of self-pity because he’s never strong enough to speak up, never brave enough to be seen.

The tears that fall at night, soaking into his pillow.

The red, angry marks on his palms from clenching his fists too hard all day just to stay silent.

The dark, heavy circles under his dulling eyes, carved there from hours and hours staring into camera lenses instead of facing the real world.

The sick, pale skin from hiding inside all the time, too scared to breathe the same air as everyone else.

The only time anyone notices him is through the college paper. His photos.

They always say he has a good eye for beauty.

Funny.

Because there’s only one thing he actually thinks is beautiful.

You.

You’re the only thing he’s ever had eyes for.

And thankfully, he’s good at hiding, because it lets him watch you all day.

Trailing behind you, camera always in hand like it’s his lifeline.

Snapping pictures of you when you smile, when you frown, when you just exist.

The things he does in secret

Sneaking into your dorm just to collapse on your bed, face buried in your pillow, greedy for the scent you leave behind.

Stealing your shirts when you’re not looking, clutching them to his chest and wearing them in the secret privacy of his own room- where every wall is completely covered in different pictures of you. He wants to be completely surrounded by you.

The tiny cameras he’s hidden in your pencil sharpener, your toothbrush charger, unnoticeable desperate pieces of himself clinging to you.

He sees everything.

Every soft moment when you think no one’s looking.

Every time you let your guard down.

Every inch of your beautiful, ethereal, breathtaking body.

And each time, it makes him ache. Makes him starve for you.

You are his sanctuary.

You are the only place that feels right.

You just don’t know it yet.

He wants so badly for you to look at him.

To want him.

To pull him into your arms and never, ever let go.

But you don’t see him.

You never do.

And he’s too much of a coward to step into the light.

He knows it.

He hates it.

Still, he wishes anyway.

Wishes on everything he can find. Full moons, four-leaf clovers, shooting stars, coins tossed into wishing wells, begging the universe for you to notice him.

To need him.

Until then, he’ll stay hidden.

Just him, his camera, and his stupid, pathetic, breaking heart.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Watching you.

“Please come to me, my light,” he whispers into your pillow, voice cracking as he sobs.

“Please.”

“What are you doing in my room?…”

He stiffens, heart dropping,“I-” His voice dies in his throat.

You’re staring at him like you don’t even recognize him.

Like he’s something wrong.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” your voice cracks with something between confusion and fear.

You take a step back, away from him.

And it cuts him deep.

He launches forward without thinking, still clutching your shirt, still smelling like you, desperation pouring off him in waves.

“Please- please don’t, don’t look at me like that,” he stammers, reaching out like he could pull you back to him. “I didn’t mean to scare you! I swear! I just- I just love you!” He cries.

You shake your head, overwhelmed, confused.

You feel sick.

You remember the missing clothes, the little things that had been moved, the uneasy feeling of being watched, followed…

The pieces click into place like a knife twisting in your gut.

“You…”

You can barely breathe.

“You’ve been stalking me?”

He whimpers at the word.

Like it physically hurt him.

“N-no not like that-” he pleads, voice breaking. “I was just- watching over you, I was not stalking you, I swear!”

You step back again, faster this time.

Your stomach turns.

You can’t think straight.

“I don’t even know you,” you choke out, anger sparking through your fear. “You- you’re sick!”

The words hit him hard.

He collapses to his knees, crawling after you without thinking, grabbing onto the hem of your pants with shaking hands.

“No, please, please don’t say that,” he sobs, tears pouring freely now. “I’m not sick, I know you! I’m yours- I’m yours, I’ll do anything!”

You try to pry him off, but he clings harder, wrapping his arms around your legs, burying his face against you like a terrified child.

He’s trembling so violently you can barely keep your balance.

“I need you,” he gasps out. “I need you. Please don’t push me away! Please don’t hate me! Please!-“

His fingers dig into you, like if he just holds tight enough, you won’t be able to fight him off.

You’re frozen. You don’t know what to do. You’re furious. You’re scared.

But he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he whimpers. “I just wanted to be close to you, I just wanted- I just wanted you to see me!”

His voice breaks into a raw, guttural sob.

“Please don’t push me away,” he cries. “Please. Please. I’ll die without you-“

You shove at him weaker than before, but he just clutches harder, like he’s trying to melt into you, like letting go would make you vanish.

“Let go of me!” you finally shout, voice hoarse and eyebrows pinched anger and confusion.

But he doesn’t.

He just cries harder.

Mumbling apologies into your tear-stained pants, swearing he’d be good, he’ll do better, he’ll fix this, he’ll do anything, anything, just don’t let go of him.

A/N: This is a lil different than my usual Yan I write. I wanted to try something from the horny violent obsession that I typically write for Yan’s. Hope you like it :D

Likes, comments, reblogs appreciated! ❤︎

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harmoonix · 1 year ago

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Stars Waterfall

°Short Astrology Observations°

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🌃 - Scorpio Ascendant in your Venus persona chart makes people to envy your beauty, or to be obsessed/manipulative with you

🌃 - Taurus Mercury/Mercury in the 4th house can have the most cutest voice ever, their voice can be light and soft and also very cute (for both genders, men with these placements are 10000/10 omg)

🌃 - Aquarius Risings with their trendsetter style, they inspire a lot of people, their mindset/clothes/personality Inspire people, and they have a really great influence in the society

🌃 - Mercury square/opposite Moon can be prone to sharing secrets/gossip/ and talking bad behind others back, they can aslo be the type of person who's always talking about someone

🌃 - How can people with Sun in the 12th house be so magnetic?? They're always surrounded with mystery and striking beauty, they pull you towards them without realizing

🌃 - Jupiter/Sagittarius in the 11th house are so good at manifesting things, and they have luck for this aswell, they're full of desires

🌃 - If you are attracted by men and you have Jupiter in Libra/Jupiter in the 7th house, you may want your partner to be romantic. I cannot imagine these natives not getting in relationships with non - romantic people

🌃 - Chiron in the 9th/12th house can be religiously wounded, they can often believe that "God" abandoned them or that he doesn't love them etc..

🌃 - Chiron in the 12th house can heal with sleep, like sleeping is the best method to do when you're hurt because while you sleep your body tries to heal so just sleep or idk transform into the sleeping beauty but don't let the prince to wake up...

🌃 - Saturn in the 4th house/Saturn in Cancer can have an very nurturing yet hurt soul, like they have this nurturing/healing/soft energy but also some of pain/sadness/nostalgic in them

🌃 - Gemini Rising natives can often look younger than they actually are, so people can mistake their age a lot like for example you're 19 and people think you're 16/17 because you look younger than that

🌃 - Leo Sun/Moon/Rising like to be everyone's favorite, they're cute but they can get so jealous if someone dear spends time with someone else rather than them...

🌃 - Pisces Sun/Moon/Rising/Venus are very clingy people, if they are not clingy it's probably because they're either very shy or introvert to be clingy

🌃 - Pisces Midheaven or MC in Pisces Degrees 12°, 24° can find themselves being attracted to multiple things at once, especially in their career/job, one moment they can like art, the next moment they may like acting/singing etc..

🌃 - Pluto conjunct/trine/sextile Mercury are very revengeful in words, when they hurt they can say things they may regret but omg, their words have a very big impact on others

🌃 - Pluto aspecting the ascendant can have that rbf (resting bitch face), to show when they're irritated, angry, overwhelmed...

🌃 - If your Dad has any earth placements especially an Earth Moon/Earth Saturn they may like country music, or just that type of old music that people listen in the old times

🌃 - Ascendant at 4°. 16°, 28° degrees > gosh I just know these natives have really beautiful eyes, they look very feminine, no matter the gender, they're gracious

🌃 - Jupiter in the 9th house can end up to travel the world around with their partners? Maybe they can end up like those couples on YouTube who travel around the world with their van or something

🌃 - Moon in the 8th house people don't fw with people who seem suspicious at first, they're very picky at people and don't like to share their time with people who seem "bad"

🌃 - Uranus in your 4th house > This placement can manifesting as you have so many ideas about your home and you don't know how to put all of them in work. It may be a bit stressing for you to decorate your house because you have too many ideas

🌃 - Mercury in the 11th house > They have the most funniest conversations ever, these natives can connect so easily with other people

🌃 - Earth Moon/Venus may enjoy traditional music. Especially if you have it placed in your 4th house, they love culture/traditions and things that remind them of their home

🌃 - Pluto in your 1st/11th house > You can get envy just because of being yourself, you have a very powerful presence in other people's lives

🌃 - Mars in 1st/2nd/10th house can have a very gorgeous body. Especially if they work on their bodies. It ends up with good results

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🌃 - I love making spiritual posts because they are giving such a good vibe, its always this comforting energy coming in!🌃

🌃 Hope you all have a good day full of blessings to everyone reading my notes 🌃

- H a r m o o n i x

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unfading memories/price of perfection

vi is married with cait, living in a grand kiramann household, with a secure job. There’s nothing to really complain about, however one day she reunites with the reader by chance and realizes the perfect life she’s living in isn’t what she wanted.

She decides to wash out the dirt beneath cait’s nails.

send me one + a character and i'll write you a drabble

─── Ⅵ LIKE MY WHISKEY NEAT (or, the price of perfection)

violet; sfw, fluff and angst; vaguely implied infidelity

it was a good life, vi thinks, smiling at caitlyn from across the market, the bright progress day sun beating down on her shoulders, making her skin go tacky beneath the thick fabric of her enforcer's uniform.

it was a stable kind of life, vi reflects, letting cait lace their fingers, lean down to murmur something about a trinket or other. there's a badge heavy around her waist and the dull buzz of the crowd humming somewhere behind her ears.

"— this year… vi?"

vi blinks, shaking her head, "huh? oh — sorry cupcake, got distracted." vi flashes cait a half-strung grin. cait smiles, the uncertainty that had once sat behind her ocean eyes having flashed off the with the passing months, years…

vi swallows, following behind cait as they work their way through the vendors on the bridge of progress, ostensibly on "patrol" but vi knows (and so does everyone else who sees them) that its just a glorified shopping trip.

this is what you've always wanted, vi thinks, staring up at the moon-slatted ceiling, cait lying by her side. her breathing is steady, her honeyed scent familiar and slightly cloying. its a scent that vi's grown to love, she tells herself — to love.

"do i really have to wear this?" vi asks, plucking at the dark red organza monstrosity currently strapped around her torso. cait tuts, glancing at her in the mirror.

"its not for long — you know how big this council gala is —"

vi sighs, her hands dropping to her sides as she watches cait fuss with a pair of sapphire drop earrings the precise color of her eyes. something inside her flops — its a soft, sagging kind of feeling — and vi wonders why it feels so suspiciously close to where her heart used to be. she takes a breath and puts on a smile, the kind of smile she remembers offering to powder when she wanted to placate her, the kind of smile that's tight-lipped. the kind that doesn't quite touch her eyes.

this shit itches — it's the only thought vi has as she waddles her way through the piltover glitterati, cait laughing softly behind her hand at something someone's said, the sound prickling at vi's skin till she can't help but to scratch at the material of her top. thankfully, cait had spared her the horror of wearing a dress and had only insisted on a pair of tight black slacks.

someone somewhere tries to press a glass of something into her hands but cait only smiles and waves it off.

"sorry. gin, vodka, or champagne only, please."

vi purses her lips into what she hopes is a convincing grin before turning away.

the music starts, and a stream of feathered burlesque dancers flow onto the small stage situated at the center of the room, surrounded by a mote of champagne glasses. guests gasp with delight as the dancers start to sway in tandem with the music, a few clapping as a few dancers fall into graceful flips, each layer of brightly colored bodies falling away like the petals of a blooming flower, and at the center, rising above all the rest —

vi's breath catches; her heart thumps like a fist against her sternum, heavy and insistent.

you.

you'd always been beautiful, the kind of beauty that is in and of itself a defiance, especially in a place like zaun. vi can't believe how much she's forgotten, but it also startles her how much she can remember the moment she sets eyes on you — the sound of your laughter, the coco butter smoothness of your skin, the twinkle of lost stars caught behind the twin mischief of your eyes.

you'd been friends, once — or perhaps even more. but neither of you had been old enough to know the name for the unspoken thing that had strung between your bodies, glimmering and gossamer thin, caught with the pendulous dewdrops of adolescent longing.

the world falls away as you start to dance, twisting your body around a long metal pole striking up to the ceiling. men and women alike share appreciative, covetous glances at you, and you bask in the attention, glowing beneath the attention and concentrated stage lights — glowing. vi hears nothing of the music, but she feels the breath and swell of it in the way you move; she doesn't know the words but she knows that it's a love song without ever having to stop and listen.

for a second, your eyes flicker down to meet hers, and the recognition she sees there paralyses her.

a breath, and the dance has finished. the song tapers out even as the room rumbles around her with thunderous applause. you sweep into a deep bow, and vi fights for a breath you've long since stolen. she grapples at her own chest with a hand, gasping. by the time she looks up at the stage again, you've gone, but she's pushing her way through the crowd before she can stop herself.

a pair of hands catch her arm and she twists around to see cait's wide, questioning eyes.

"vi? where're you —"

vi swallows, licking her lips, "i'll — i'll be right back," she says, and her stomach clenches at the taste of the lie — she's long since forgotten how sweet they could taste. she sees the worry flicker out of cait's eyes as she lets vi go, nodding.

vi turns and tries not to gag around the bitterness already welling up the back of her throat.

she finds the dressing rooms without much difficulty, following the soft laughter and click-clatter of dancers heels and the tantalizing smell of perfume oils. when she peers around a slightly opened door, she catches sight of one of the other dances, who glances at her as the door creaks, a knowing grin slung around her hips.

"ah — she's here," the dancer says, shooting vi a playful wink, jerking her head towards the back of the room. vi doesn't even have time to question how this dancer knew just who she'd been looking for before her gaze falls on you again and the words slip from her, as does all coherent thought except —

"oh."

you turn, your eyes limned with kohl, your cheeks dusted with rouge. there's a sparkle to your skin that vi suspects isn't entirely natural, but the way you smile is everything she remembers and more. a thrill tingles down her spine, and suddenly, the dressing room feels too small and too big all at once, space pressing in and pushing out till she's stumbling forward.

"if it isn't zaun's very own piltover enforcer," you say, drawing out your vowels as you twist around to grin at her. the oxymoron of your words don't escape her, and vi feels heat flush into her cheeks as she presses her lips.

"i — it's —" she clears her throat, curses inwardly, and tries again, "it's been a long time."

you bite at your bottom lip in a gesture so familiar vi's entire stomach flips.

"yeah, i mean —" you wave a vague hand at the shape of her, standing awkwardly in your dressing room, her itchy, tulle-pleated top making her skin prickle worse than ever. an amused grin spread across your lips even as vi resists the urge to yank the entire thing off, "i never thought i'd see you in something so…"

you trail off, searching for a suitable word. finally, you settle on —

"festive."

vi frowns, shoving her hands into the blessedly deep pockets of her slacks.

"it was just for the party," she says, feeling more defensive than perhaps absolutely necessary. you shrug, light and uncaring, turning back to your mirror, picking up a small white pouf to dab at the bridge of your nose.

"even so, i hear you've been living the good life," you say, glancing at her from the reflection in the mirror. vi crinkles her nose and takes a few steps forward, something very much like a scream building in her chest, though she doesn't quite know why.

"it's —" her breath cuts off as she realizes the knee-jerk denial that had bubbled up out of her before she could even think to stop it, acerbic and mind-numbingly honest. you pause mid-pouf to pin her with a look, and for a single, solitary second, vi can almost pretend you're both kids again, her watching you primp in the reflection of a shard of mirror (broken, of course — probably stolen), leaning against the edge of her and powder's bunk bed.

"it's… not all bad," she finally manages, to which your answer is a single derisive ha of laughter as you continue to dust a fine shimmer of light powder over your already flawless skin.

"sure," you say, your voice going saccharine in a way she's always hated. vi sighs, dropping her eyes. she realizes then that she'd been fiddling with her fingers, an old nervous habit she thought she'd kicked years ago.

"it's not —" she says, though her voice wavers, and when you make a noncommital noise, vi huffs out a breath. "this — this is what i've always wanted — what we've always wanted — i — i'm — happy —"

you set the pouf down and lean forward to straighten a few strands of artfully loose hair framing your face before twisting and pushing yourself up from your chair. like this, you're almost nose to nose, and vi has to suck in a breath to keep from the tantalizing thought of tipping forward, if to find out if your lips were still as sweet as she remembers them to be.

you cock you heard, watching her with dark, light-stricken eyes.

"vi… i never said i thought you were unhappy…" you say, your words low and steady.

vi's heart skids; her stomach clenches. a dull, pulsing ache is settling behind her eyes that she does not have the name for but perhaps, once, it'd been a familiar thing — want. that sparrow-wing thing, desperate as it beats up against her chest, threatening to crest like a tide of feathers into her throat — back when she could still remember what revolution tasted like on her tongue.

"r-right…" she breathes, falling a half step back, even though you haven't made a single move towards her. she runs her fingers through her hair, tugging on the ends just to ground herself in the sting against her scalp.

"but…" you say, and vi's eyes snap up again to find you watching her with a grin curling at the edge of your lips, a molten, midnight light caught behind the flicker of your lashes. you take half a step forward and vi feels the air rush from her lungs at your advance, "if you want… we could sneak out for a drink," you offer.

vi nearly gasps as the sudden rush of certainty that floods through her, thick and hot as adrenaline, at your words.

"y-yeah — i think — i think i can swing that."

you laugh, softly, lightly. then, you peer at her from beneath your thick band of lashes, a wicked grin twisting at your mouth as you cross the gaping cavern of space between you.

"tell me, violet…" you whisper, brushing your lips by her cheek if only to feel her shiver beneath you, "do you still take your whiskey neat?"

a whine almost works its way out of vi's throat as she hisses out a breath, nodding.

"yeah — fuck — yes. i — i do."

#⛈ monsoon season #vi x reader #vi angst #arcane x reader #arcane angst #vi x you #arcane x you #vi arcane #vi arcane x you #vi arcane angst #violet x you #violet arcane x reader #vi x y/n #vi x fem!reader #arcane x fem!reader #arcane #HELLO friends i just wanted to get something up and written #been going thru quite a lot recently so im just happy i managed to write like... anything T^T #here we are back on the angst train lmfao

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