#dividers by fanguro

[forget-me-not-kid]

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Adrian's

Introduction

Adrian might sometimes come off as a little rude or cold, someone might say, but this coldness of his and his slight apathy towards the world is nothing but a facade, the way he was taught to be, by life itself.

When he was just a young boy of six years, his mother, Marguerite-Alene Eldritch, had fallen ill and eventually passed away, leaving her husband, Christopher Eldritch, responsible for the upbringing of their children.

Once she had passed, Christopher almost immediately moved on to marry one of their maids and mother of Adrian's half brothers, since by the time Adrians mom died, the maid and Mr Eldritch were already having an afair.

Regardless, Mr.Eldritch was never quite fond of actually raising children, like any other man in the 16th century, his goal was to have as many descendents as he possibly could, in this case, to take over his horse breeding business when he would be too old and tired to keep it going himself. The Eldritch was a big name in the equine industry, "The Eldritch horses have got the purest blood in the trade, only ridden by high society!" the town would whisper. Truly, in such competitive field full of lies and shrewd bargaining, the Eldritch family was on top, and Mr.Christopher aspired to keep it that way. 

It was quite obvious that growing up, Adrian was in a manner of speaking, the black sheep of the Eldritch; from an early age, one could tell little Adrian wasn't like his brothers at all.

Both his half brothers, Henry and William, seemed to always look up to their father and try to follow in his footsteps; having started to learn accounting and finance from very young and often accompanying their father on trips regarding the horse trading. "They seem to try so hard to make father proud" Adrian often thought, but he never fancied the thought of joining. He was always more drawn to his mother, before she was gone, and just like she did, Adrian grew to take delight in poetry and painting.

Even though his half brothers were somewhat younger than Adrian, they didn't pay much attention to either him or their baby sister Grace, who was only two years old when their mother passed away, therefore she was almost exclusively raised by nannies and the family's maids and butlers.

As Adrian's father (and brothers) were usually absent, the one who Adrian got to spend time with was a trusted butler of the Eldritch family, Leopold. Adrian learned to trust Leo more than any family member, since he was the only person than he could always speak his mind to.

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[ayatxt]

[punkiesallie]

Father’s Day Uncle’s Day. | E.M

Characters: Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson.

Words: 945.

A/N: English isn’t my first language and I’m not that good of a writer. Feel free to correct me on my mistakes, but please be kind. Thank you, and enjoy. (Also, requests are open so don’t hesitate asking !)

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1987. A whole year after Hawkins’ earthquake. A whole year after Vecna’s defeat in the Upside Down. A whole year of recovery for Eddie.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

After spending almost two weeks in the hospital — with visits, of course — he could go back home. This day, Wayne came to pick him up. He helped his nephew with his belongings because he was still a little weak. And since that day, Eddie had the feeling to rediscover what it was like to live. To really live.

When Eddie nearly died in Dustin's arms back in the Upside Down, he finally understood the importance of words, the importance of verbalizing his love to his relatives. But, this unconscious reluctance to express his feelings is not going to solve itself as if by magic.

He still struggles with this, and it bothers him. After all, with a dad that was always rejecting his love when he was younger, how can he express himself correctly ? And even more without being cringed ? It was Al’s fault for that. In fact, Al’s is often at fault when it comes to Eddie’s emotional wounds. He is feeling like he’s a kid again when he thinks of his dad. The hurt is still so vivid, the tears always pricking at the corner of his big doe eyes, discreetly.

That is exactly why he doesn’t talk about Al. And the rare times he evokes him, the hurt is always drown in a sea of sarcasm. But, drowning the hurt is useless: it knows how to swim. And it’s painful. Very painful.

But in his eyes, Wayne kind of erased Al’s behavior and it’s effect on him. Even though Wayne doesn’t know how to correctly verbalize his love for his nephew either. That’s when Eddie decided to make him a gift, Like a father’s day, but for his uncle. He’s still scared to have his gift rejected, like with Al when he was a kid. But this is different. Wayne is way different from his brother. Behind his tough and gruffy outside, he is a softie at heart. Just like Eddie.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

He knew exactly what he could gift to his uncle. Wayne was actively searching for a new truck since a year and a half. And right before the summer of 1987, while taking a drive in Indianapolis, a truck caught his eye. He asked the garage owner if it belonged to someone, and the answer was no. It was sold so the garagist could take the pieces to repair other vehicles. Eddie nearly lost it, the truck was in good state. It just needed some painting and little reparations he could do himself. The problem was the money. "Not enough money, like always." Thought Eddie. But, it would take so much more to get him to give up. He noticed the "Looking for a mechanic for the summer. Urgent." sign outside.

"Are you still searching for a mechanic ?" Asked Eddie.

The middle aged man scratched his chin.

"Yeah, kiddo. Why ?" Asked the garage owner.

"Then I have a suggestion. I work here for the summer, and I get the truck."

The man crossed his arms on his chest.

"Do you even know anything about mechanics ?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The curly haired boy nodded quickly. "Yeah ! I mean, I didn’t study mechanics in school, but I know things about cars and trucks. Otherwise I wouldn’t try to suggest my services."

The oldest frowned his grey eyebrows, and took a cigarette. He lightened it. Finally, his face softened slightly.

"You have guts, kiddo. I like that." He nodded, taking a hit of his cigarette. "Work here this summer, and the truck is yours. It seems like this old thing caught your eye."

For once in his life, Eddie felt like he could thank his father for something. And at least, his knowledge about cars and trucks are used for the good cause. Everything was according to plan.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

And Eddie kept his promise. He worked at the garage, all summer long. Despite the heat, despite his PTSD from the Upside Down, he did it. He got the truck. Frank, the garage owner agreed to deliver the vehicle in the trailer park for Wayne’s birthday.

Eddie got up early to wait for Wayne to come home from work. After an hour, the soft purring of an engine can be heard. The young man recognized immediately the sound of his uncle’s old car. He got up from the stairs of the porch to meet Wayne halfway. The engine stopped, and Eddie’s uncle walked to his nephew.

"Hey, son. You’re up early." Says the middle aged man. He noticed the truck. "Whose truck this is ?" He asks.

Eddie smiles. "Oh this ? It’s yours."

Wayne’s eyes widened. "Mine ? This ?"

The metalhead nods. "Yeah. Yeah it is. For your birthday."

"How… Eddie, it must have been so expensive…"

"Remember the summer job I had ? At this garage in Indianapolis ?" Wayne nods. "Well, it was to buy this little beauty. I did the painting on it and stuff." He smiles.

"You didn’t had to, Eddie… Oh my…" Wayne is moved. He doesn’t even know what to say.

"I… I wanted you to get a big gift. You deserve it…" Says Eddie. "You’re the closest I have of a father. And uh… Yeah. I really wanted to gift you a truck. Happy birthday, old man." He smiles.

Wayne doesn’t say anything, and hugs his nephew. Eddie hugs him in return.

"Thank you so much. I love you, son."

Eddie feels his eyes welling up with tears of emotion. Screw Al. He has Wayne.

[kvomi]

꒰ ˙ᵕ˙ ﹑𝐚𝐝𝐢'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 ! event requests are closed. inbox: 1/10.

ah, november. how wonderful a month it is.

a late autumn’s breeze tugs at the fabric of your coat, gently urging you down the market’s dirt path. your latest acquisition, a hot drink cradled between your hands, dispels the chills nipping at your skin, leaving both body and soul warm as you peruse the stalls’ offerings. a tote bag filled with previous purchases swings in tandem with your steps, a reminder of just how wonderful a decision it was to visit the yume creator’s market in the first place.

glancing off to the side, a newly set-up stand catches your attention, a pair of silhouettes idly chatting behind their displays. crates of vibrant flowers catch the sun’s golden rays, drops of water glistening like gems against the surface of gorgeous petals and leaves. thoughts of your beloved invade your mind, and you soon find yourself changing course to approach them.

the taller of the duo, a violet-haired man with an egregiously thick book in hand, is the first to notice your presence — though it’s actually his brunette companion who rises to greet you. they gesture eagerly to their goods, a small smile pulling at their lips as they introduce themself and their partner, who nods along in agreement to their words. touched by your desire to purchase a bouquet for yours, they quickly reach for a clipboard and pen.

“so,” they begin, “what would you like today?”

001 ﹑guidelines.

i'll be writing selfship drabbles / ficlets for this event, which you can expect to be somewhere around 500 to 1,000 words long. while i'll do my best to complete any requests as quickly as possible, university may slow me down.

when submitting a request, please include as much detail as you possibly can about your selfship! dynamics, ship memes, picrews — anything works!

i won't be accepting any other selfship requests involving dr. ratio, as he's my "main" selfship for the event. my other f/o's are fair game, however, both for requesting your own selfships or asking about mine!

as i'm not yet fully caught up with penacony's / natlan's storylines, any writing i do for their casts may be ooc. i apologize for this in advance!

002 ﹑choose a centerpiece.

red rose: symbols of romance, commitment, and undying love. uncontestable in their popularity, different quantities of these flowers harbor their own hidden meanings. ↪ ꒰ baking together꒱

white yarrow: symbols of courage, restoration, and adoration. named after the greek hero achillies, they possess the ability to cure several maladies and stop bleeding. ↪ ꒰ lazy mornings ꒱

gardenia: symbols of harmony, affection, and rebirth. having represented secret love within the victorian era, they're still commonly used to express feelings for crushes. ↪ ꒰ fall picnics ꒱

honeysuckle: symbols of happiness, devotion, and protection. you recall learning of their medicinal properties while examining them, fingertips gliding over curled petals. ↪ ꒰ snowball fights ꒱

white peony: symbols of romance, happiness, and prosperity. a long, long time ago, you'd sit cross-legged before a tv screen, decorating block houses with tall lilac buds. ↪ ꒰ ice skating ꒱

pink hyacinth: symbols of rebirth, playfulness, and all-permeating love. beautiful baby pink buds gather on lush green stems, a gorgeous display their of everlasting unity. ↪ ꒰ huddling for warmth ꒱

write-in: decisiveness doesn't have to be a bad thing. there's no shame in striving to achieve an outcome you're aiming for, after all, so just go ahead and give it your all. ↪ ꒰ create your own prompt ꒱

003 ﹑choose some wrapping paper.

clear cellophane: simple, but classic, and absolutely perfect for all the minimalists out there. red hearts line the edges, reminding you of the flowers sold in grocery stores. ↪ ꒰ canon compliant ꒱

translucent cellophane: lacking any printed designs, the varying colors of these semi-opaque sheets provide their own spin on the classic. layer sheets to create gradients. ↪ ꒰ modern au ꒱

embroidered tulle: embellished with all kinds of cute yarn flowers, this wrapping paper is sure to bring joy to all who see it. you recall favoring such styles during your youth. ↪ ꒰ university au ꒱

printed paper: endless patterns mean endless possibilities, a thought terrifying to some. they come with mini notecards, perfect for expressing any urgent sentiments. ↪ ꒰ mutual pining ꒱

004 ﹑submit your order.

"finally," adi calls out, piercing through peaceful silence as they place their clipboard before you, pointing at an empty section near the bottom of your order form, "i'll just need you to write the name of the special someone you'd like to address this bouquet to, as well as confirm everything you've chosen thus far. that is to say, your completed order form should follow this format: ꒰flower꒱ + ꒰wrap꒱ + ꒰f/o꒱."

"you can drop it off in that little 'inbox' besides me once you're finished. we'll also be accepting orders until 11:59 p.m. est on november 18, 2024, so there's no need to worry if you'd still like some time to mull things over."

they pause for a moment, allowing you to process their words before continuing. "regardless of whether or not you decide to place an order, however, i hope that you have a wonderful rest of your—" you interrupt them, then, as they begin to turn away, one final question slipping past your lips. adi regards you with wide eyes.

"huh? buy something for us? are you sure?" you nod your head, and they smile brightly. "that's awfully sweet of you. really, i appreciate it. and, in that case," they trail off, "go ahead and address your order to adtio. i'll know what you mean when i see it."

"now — thank you for stopping by! i hope you have an amazing day! ♡"

[maesonjarcollector]

A Prayer For Winter

I found this, and wanted to share it. It made me so warm and happy being able to pray it. My version down below has some of the words changed, but no matter what you say, just know that G-d hears, and is with you :]

Our Father, Our Mother, Our Divine Creator

Be near as we move through this winter, seeking the warmth of Your presence and the light of grace in our darkness. Remind us of the joy, magic, and comfort that can be found during this season.

Creator of the hibernating animals...

We pray for our community. Let us be together, a place of warmth in our lives, as we share the flame of hope and connection. We extend our thoughts to all those who are cold this morning, lacking shelter or love to keep them warm. Let us wrap our prayers around them and each other like scarves, and hope for protection in the storm.

Creator of the gently falling snow...

As each snowflake was created by You in its own unique shape, help us to remember our own gifts of diversity. May we celebrate the magnificent creation inside each of us. Help us to use our skills, our knowledge, our positions in society, and our strength in You, as a community of faith, to support our neighbors. Just as the individual snowflakes pile up in great quantities outside our door, remind us of the power in working together for justice.

Creator of the frozen lakes...

We pray for our leaders. Like the miracle of science that allows water to hold weight in winter, give our leaders the strength to hold the weight of decision making for our communities big and small. May their guidance not cause us to falter and fall but move with freedom and gracefulness. We especially want to pray for the educators in our communities, who after years of challenging burdens in the school community feel the anxious burden of unsteady cracks in their surface. Heal them, restore them, be strong where they are weak, and show us how we can do the same.

Creator of the bitter cold...

We pray for the sick and suffering. It is easy to forget about the springs of life when we feel as lifeless and cold as the leaves and trees surrounding us. Be the strong bark of protection around those who ache with pain of body, mind, and soul. Remind them they are firmly rooted in your love, and this will bring them the nourishment they need. Give them rest in their hibernation and restoration for the spring that will come soon. 

Creator of the evergreen trees...

We pray for the departed. Be with those mourning the loss of a loved one that they may find peace in remembering their life and acceptance in letting go. Like the tree masterfully designed in your image to be forever green and alive, remind us of your ever steady presence in the darkest of days. As the branches of an evergreen bends with the weight of snow, teach us to be held by your strength. May the eternal life of the evergreen remind us of your great promise of everlasting life in you. Amen.

[onna-musha-mari]

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 💙✨

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠!

I’m Mari! And this is my main blog! I shall be moving my writing over to a side blog but this one will have all my random posts but mostly my f/o or oc stuff! I’m 110% open to sharing f/os and I love seeing over peoples s/I or ocs so please feel free to share/gush! 💙

𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘! - (fanfics and whatnot/coming soon!)

𝕆𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘! - (where most of the content for my ocs will be/coming soon!)

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽/𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕥!

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

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DNI ON NSFW CONTENT IF A MINOR 

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(I won’t be posting a lot of nsfw content but just as a warning)

𝔽/𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 + 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝔽/𝕠’𝕤 ❤️

Aaravos (The Dragon prince) - Starlight 💜✨ Adrian Alucard Tepes (Castlevania) - Sundrop 💛🦇 Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer) - Dewdrop 💙💧 Howl Jenkins Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle) - Drama King ❤️✨ Lotor (Voltron) - Lo 💜🌌 Neuvillette (Genshin Impact) - Neuvi 💙🌧️ Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Sugu 💙🐉 Vax’ildan Vessar (Vox Machina) - Vaxxie 🤎🐦‍⬛ Viktor (Arcane: League of Legends) - Vik 🤎⚙️ William James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) - Liam ❤️📖

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝔽/𝕠’𝕤

Albert James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) - Al 🍷 Ekko (Arcane: League of Legends) - little man ⏱️ Grog Strongjaw (Vox Machina) - Big Guy 🍺 Jinx/Powder (Arcane: League of Legends) - PowPow 💣 Keyleth (Vox Machina) - Kiki 🌿 Leola (The Dragon Prince) - Little Unicorn 🦄 Louis James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) - Loui ☕️ Markl/Micheal (Howl’s moving castle) - Little Apprentice 🪄 Percy De rolo (Vox Machina) - Specs 🔫 Pidge Holt (Voltron) - Pigeon 💻 Pike Trickfoot (Vox Machina) - Pikes 🔆 Scanlan Shortholt (Vox Machina) - Short Stack 🎶 Sypha Belnades (Castlevania) - Sy 🔥 Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer) - Young Kamado ☀️ Trevor Belmont (Castlevania) - Belmont 🗡️ Vex’ahila Vessar (Vox Machina) - Stubby 🏹 Vi/Violet (Arcane: League of Legends) - Vi 🥊

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤

(will be used in a post that mentions my oc/s/i, romantic f/o, and at least one platonic f/o who are all in the same media/family/close friends) (not all will have one)

Adelheid, Alucard, Sypha, Trevor (Castlevania) - VampFam 🦇⚔️❤️

Eliza, William, Albert, Louis (Moriarty the Patriot) - Lord(s) of crime ☕️🧪❤️

Vladislava, Vaxildan, + all other members of VM (Vox Machina) - Idiot adventures 🗡️🏹🤎

Yvaine, Aaravos, Leola (The Dragon Prince) - Starfam ✨🦄💜

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕆𝕔’𝕤/𝕊𝕚’𝕤 + 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒

Adelheid Mahler (Castlevania) Cassiopeia - (Cassi) (Voltron) Eliza Dove (Moriarty the Patriot) Fuka Satio (Jujutsu Kaisen) Fulmati (Genshin Impact) Mari/Just me! (Howl’s moving castle) Shannara (Arcane: League of Legends) Sunako Asaba (Demon Slayer) Vladislava (Vox Machina) Yvaine (The Dragon Prince)

[moonchild9350]

Fade Away

summary: hyunjin is your best friend, your confidant, your lover, these things can't just fade away right? pairing: hyunjin x fab!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers, slice of life, sci fi au, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI word count: 8.7k warnings: masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, nipple play, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, somniphilia, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), multiple rounds, implied shower sex, mentions of memory loss, mentions of abuse notes: this was kind of a dream and thought it would be cool to write it out. let me know what you think of this, I'd greatly appreciate it! I really do value your feedback :)

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

divider by @fanguro

They say a best friend walks with you through everything, whether it’s an uplifting period of life or when it goes to absolute shit, and you can honestly agree with the statement having experienced it yourself.

Hyunjin has been your best friend since you both were little, since he saw you crying on the park bench right outside your house at the measly age of eight. He comforted you in that moment, trying to distract you from your shitty step parents and the abuse you suffered at their hands.

He cheered you up right away, even going as far as wiping the tears from your face, as you looked at him with your snot stained face and puffy, red eyes. Hyunjin didn’t care however, as long as you were ok.

You both sat on that park bench first in silence and then slowly opening up to each other as your legs dangled over the edge of the seat. Hyunjin listened as you told him your story, that you were adopted and never knew who your birth parents were. Your step parents started to turn on you, hitting you, or locking you up in your room when they didn’t want to be bothered by you shortly after their biological daughter was born.

Hyunjin listened as you described your days, unpredictable and unstable, never knowing what type of mood the adults of the house would be in. Now that your sister was older, she joined in on torturing you by getting you in trouble, blaming things she did on you. Your parents believed her every time, leaving you to take the punishment.

As your tale came to an end, you sniffled and wiped your eyes, looking down at your legs, too ashamed to look at the boy next you.

“Well your parents are assholes!” Hyunjin exclaimed, shocking you completely. “If you need to escape, come to my house!”

Once the initial shock wore off at his kindness, you smiled and kicked your feet.

“Ok,” you said in agreement, nodding your head so he could see.

As the sun slowly descended, casting its pretty glow of reds, pinks, and orange, and the moon took its place, you both sat there, talked and laughed, swinging your little legs in tandem as a new found friendship strengthened.

That was seventeen years ago. Hyunjin is still very much your best friend, so much so that you both live together, splinting the rent of your run down apartment in the side of town that isn’t the best to be in.

He’s been your rock, your foundation and continues to be so, even in the throes of adolescence.

You look at him now as he adjusts himself on his stool, his tongue sticking out as he ponders how he should proceed, his paintbrush resting at his side. There’s soft music playing in the background, creating a cozy atmosphere while the rain pelts the windows, masking the sounds of the busy city below.

You don’t want to break his concentration, so you smile and go back to your book, focusing your mind on the events that are unfolding, as the main character and their beau are about to confess their love for each other.

You and Hyunjin were both off today, your schedules aligning for once. Since it was a gloomy day out, Hyunjin suggested staying in and you couldn’t agree more, not wanting to get out in the nasty weather.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours as you both sat in comfortable silence. It wasn’t until you finished the chapter you were on that you moved.

“Hyun! I’m hungry,” you whined as you slammed your book shut.

The loud noise in the otherwise quiet room startled Hyunjin, his paintbrush falling from his hands as he yelped.

“Y/n! Jeez I could have messed up my painting,” hyunjin retaliated with a scowl as he bent over to pick up his paintbrush.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response.

“Well, you know how I get when I’m hungry,” you said as you walked over to his seat.

You stood behind him and grasped his shoulders, your fingers lightly messaging the tight muscles as you peeked at his canvas. Your eyes roamed over the rolling hills he depicted on the canvas, met with the various little houses painted in detailed on the landscape.

Hyunjin sighed as he relaxed into your hold, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the massage you were giving him. Hyunjin was talented, gifted with the ability to recreate any scene, person, or object on canvas, telling a story with the various colors and mediums he chose.

He worked full time at the local coffee shop, saving up money so he can attend the art program at the university.

While he was gifted, you worked two jobs, splitting your time between your job at the book store to your shifts at in the lab working as a research technician. You loved science and wanted to make your mark on the world, so you applied to assist a doctor at the hospital with his research.

Both of your days were long and hard, as you worked towards your dreams, using each other as support. When you had time off, you both spent your days together, participating in craft night or movie night, or just enjoying each other’s presence as in tonight.

“Looking good,” you said as you continued to apply pressure to Hyunjin’s shoulders, chuckling as he let out a low moan as you worked a particular tense area.

“Mmm, thanks. I’m not quite done with it. I want it to be perfect so I can add it to my portfolio for when I apply to the program.” Hyunjin said as he opened his eyes to look at his work.

“They’d be stupid not to take you Hyun,” you replied as you walked away, making your way to the little drawer full of take out menus you’ve both accumulated over the years.

“Pizza? Burgers? Thai food? What are you in the mood for?” You asked, peering over your shoulder at Hyunjin.

“Surprise me,” he said as he got up and started to clear up his mess.

You grinned at his response, remembering that he is not the person to discuss options with as he could never make up his mind. You flipped through the menus, looking out for anything that seemed good.

As you came across a menu for the local pizza parlor, you pulled it out and grabbed your phone to order. Once done, you made your way back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to Hyunjin. You stared incredulously at the tv screen, as Hyunjin rapidly flipped through the various shows and movies, looking for one only he knew.

Finally, he settled on a drama, his attention glued to the couple on screen who were in the midst of a fight. You tucked in and watched the show with him until the food came.

As the night came to a close, your eyes grew tired, the lids closing as you tried to focus on the show on screen. However, between the sounds of the rain pelting the window and the warmth you felt radiating off Hyunjin, you didn’t stand a chance. Sleep was about to win when Hyunjin shook you awake, chuckling as you let out a grumble at being disturbed.

“Get up sleepy head, let’s get you to bed ok?” Hyunjin said softly as he gently stroked your leg.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, stretching your back from lying on the uncomfortable couch. Hyunjin guided you to your bedroom and picked out your pjs, setting them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth. Once you were done, you slipped into the cozy set he picked out, the fleece warming your skin in the chilly apartment.

Turning out the light, you walked to your bed, the blankets pulled back with Hyunjin perched on the edge.

“Come on sleepyhead, get in,” he said as he patted your bed.

You giggled as you slid beneath the blankets, lying on your side as Hyunjin tucked you in, making sure you were all nice and snug. Once he was satisfied, he smiled and wished you good night, flipping the light off and closing the door as he left. You could feel yourself drifting off, as you thought of how lucky you were to have such a sweet best friend like Hyunjin.

To you, it seemed like your normal routine, Hyunjin looking out for you, making sure you were well taken care of. It was just him keeping his promise from all those years ago. However, to him it meant a little more, a fact that you were oblivious to as you lived your life with Hyunjin.

The next morning Hyunjin wakes up bright and early, the bright sun filtering through his window. He glances at the light, annoyed that his curtains do nothing to keep the sun out, instead it’s nearly for decoration, adorning the otherwise bare room.

He sat up and yawned, wishing he could go back to sleep since he doesn’t have to go into work until second shift. However, he shook the thought away, willing himself to get up so he could prep breakfast for you as you worked first shift at the bookstore today.

Yes, he makes you breakfast whenever you have an early shift, wanting to make sure you’re well fed to endure the long day ahead of you. It’s just one of the many things he does, not minding in the least for helping you out. He’s felt the need to watch over you, ever since he saw you crying on the little bench as kids, sad and neglected by the very people who were supposed to shower you with love and care.

Hyunjin is in love with you and has been for a few years now. His heart beats ridiculously fast whenever you’re near, threatening to leap out of his chest; he feels flutters in his stomach when you wrap your arms around him in a hug, the scent of your strawberry shampoo drifting through his nostrils; he feels soft towards you as you focus on your goals, working two jobs trying to climb to the top, to be somebody in this godforsaken world.

Hyunjin loves you, and he will always love you. He’s scared to have that discussion with you however, nervous that you would reject him, state that you only want to be friends and not pursue a relationship with him. He’d rather play it safe and stay the ever doting best friend.

As he gets up and searches for his favorite hoodie, he hears you stumble around your room, the sound of a door slamming echoing through the otherwise quiet space. He searches more quickly, wanting to get started on your breakfast so it is ready by the time you make it to the kitchen.

“Ah ha, gotcha,” he mumbles as he pulls it from under a pile of clothes he’s left on the chair.

He slips it on and pads to the kitchen, flipping on the lights as he goes. Hyunjin settles into the familiar routine of making breakfast as he cracks eggs into a pan, pulls the bacon out and gets the coffee started. He shuffles around, working swiftly but efficiently, adding the finishing touches just as you enter the kitchen.

“Morning Hyun,” you grumble, heading straight for the coffee.

He hands you your travel mug and says, “Morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?”

“Fair enough,” you say, pouring the hot liquid into the mug, your tone lightening up at the prospect of the caffeine entering your system soon.

Hyunjin plates up your food and sets it down on the table, beckoning you over to sit and eat. He smiles as you do so without fuss, tucking in to your plate. He busies himself with cleaning up the mess he made as you eat, the sound of your fork clanking with the plate occasionally.

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he goes and sits down next to you just as you finish up. He glances at you, taking in your simple attire, perfect for the day of work you have ahead. He smiles as you scarf down the eggs, cooked to perfection just the way you like.

Hyunjin takes another sip of coffee before saying, “I’ll be home later this afternoon since I'm working second shift.”

You hum at his statement, acknowledging that you understand.

“Take out then?” You ask him, glancing up at his face.

“If you’d like,” Hyunjin said with a shrug.

He knows you don’t cook, almost burning down the kitchen the last time you tried. He remembers your shrieks of terror as the pan went up in flames, the piece of meat you were trying to cook engulfed in the yellow-orangish flames. After he simply covered the flames with the lid of the pan, he had to comfort you as you burst into tears, babbling about how you didn’t mean to do it.

Hyunjin watches as you finish the last bite of breakfast and get up, taking your plate with you. You grab the to go mug of coffee he fixed you and bid him goodbye as you head to your shift at the bookstore.

The front door clicks softly, the sound of your key in the lock as you lock the door behind you. Silence reigns over the apartment as the sun begins to shine into the living room, ushering in another long day. Hyunjin finishes his coffee and gets up, planning to sketch a little before he has to get ready for work.

He walks back to his bedroom and grabs his supplies before settling back in bed. He opens to a fresh page and brings pencil to paper, moving his hand gently over the paper, the scratch of the lead soothing to his ears. He begins to hum as a person becomes visible on the page, his eyes taking in what he has drawn so far.

His lips turn up in a smile as he glances down at you, gazing peacefully at him from the page. Your delicate features stick out, soft and gentle just like you. Hyunjin has many sketches of you, little doodles he’ll make whenever he can, his heart soaring as he draws in the many beautiful details of your face and your body.

He’s loved you for ages, his heart twisting every time you gave him that soft smile as your giggles filled the space, livening up the place. He wants to love and protect you forever and always. However, he is sure you don’t feel the same, never having given him signs that you love him more than just a friend. It hurts deep down, but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship you both have, as you are his lifeline and he doesn’t want that to change any time soon.

Despite this, he can’t help but think of you every second he gets and it’s no different now. The thought of your beauty causes the blood to rush to his cock, the length steadily hardening within the confines of his sweatpants. A wet stain appears on the fabric as he leaks pre-cum, his cock twitching in need.

Hyunjin groans and sets down his sketch pad, his hand palming his erection through his pants. He squeezes his cock and whimpers, imaging your hand on him instead, teasing him, touching him until he begs for you to take it out. He teases the skin of his belly, playing with the little hairs that make up his happy trial.

He takes his time before reaching into his sweats, his hands finally making contact with the head. He gathers some precum before smearing it around, his other hand pushing down his sweats in desperation to touch himself. As he pushes his boxers down, he lets out a hiss as his cock is freed and stands at attention angry, red, and leaking.

With a shaky breath his grasps the shaft and begins to stroke, his hands building up a steady rthymic motion as his mind wanders to you. He wishes it were you, desperately wants it to be you with your hand wrapped around his cock, pleasuring him until he’s squirming and begging for his release. He strokes and strokes, wet sounds filling the room as he’s a leaking mess. His moans mix with the sound of him pleasuring his cock, his breath shaky as his orgasm builds up.

As he continues to stroke himself, his other hand reaches down to fondle his balls, giving them a squeeze as they sit hot and heavy in his hand. Hyunjin’s back arches off the bed as his orgasm washes over him without warning, the pleasure so intense he’s seeing stars, his hearing diminishing as he moans out. His pace doesn’t stop as spurt after spurt of hot cum splatters his hand and belly, painting it with the sticky white substance.

Once he’s empty, he relaxes on the bed, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high, the sound of your voice whispering how good he is in his head. He whimpers as he gathers some of his cum that’s starting to dry on his belly and brings it to his lips, tasting the salty liquid on his tongue. He closes his eyes as his hands rest at his side, his now soft cock lying haphazardly as he wills himself to get up and get cleaned up.

He’s down bad for you, yes, but he doesn’t mind. He welcomes the reminder on a daily basis and will continue to do so for as long as it takes.

Hyunjin finally wills himself to get up, making his way to the bathroom to get ready for work. Once dressed and deemed presentable for his shift at the coffee shop, he gathers his phone and wallet and makes his way to the door.

And as Hyunjin leaves his home, he thinks of tonight when he gets home, to you the love of his life.

You are ready to be home, ready to take a hot shower and get into some cozy clothes and relax in front of the tv. Your shift today was not the best, the events of the day replaying in your mind.

It started off good enough, some of the regular customers stopping by, looking for a new read and others were new, curious to see the old fashioned bookshop that is present in the otherwise modern town. You loved to help others find their next read, wanting to help them escape to other worlds, another place then their everyday mundane lives. Your customers could tell of your passion as they asked you for recommendations and had in depth conversations about the latest books and authors.

However, what started off as a good day turned sour really quickly as your friend Tiffany, stopped by, wanting to gossip about her new boy toy. You have been friends for ages, not as long as you’ve been friends with Hyunjin, but long enough. You love her for what she’s worth, but sometimes she can be a little much for you, her bubbly personality taking over, even when the situation is dire.

You don’t agree with her methods of “dating,” and you’ve let her know your thoughts more times than you can count, today being one of those days. However, Tiffany must have found offense as she started to yell and berate you and your opinions. You couldn’t get a word in as she babbled on and on about how you don’t support her and that the reason why you’re still single is because you have a stick up your ass.

You were taken aback by her words, never having heard her have an outburst quite like this. You didn’t say anything as she stormed out of the shop, the door slamming shut with a final tinkle of the bell that hung at the top of the door.

As you made your way home, you mind wandered to Hyunjin, hoping he would be home on time tonight. You wanted to feel his presence, needing to be comforted. You felt the tears crowd the corner of your eyes, the hurt settling in from today deep in your chest. You needed to get home quickly, so you weren’t crying on the side of the street.

Picking up the pace, you arrived home in no time, your hand shaking as you attempted to slide the key in the lock. Softly grunting in frustration, you cleared the water from your eyes and focused on the hole, the key finally sliding into place. You quickly opened the door and slid inside, dropping your stuff haphazaly on the floor as you made your way to the couch.

You collapsed on the cushions and continued to cry, your sobs echoing in the empty room. You let it all out, putting your head on your knees as you squeezed your legs, hoping Hyunjin would come home soon.

As if he heard you, the door opened, annoucning that he was finally home.

“Y/n! I’m home!” Hyunjin shouted, the sound of his keys dropping on the hallway table.

“Y/n?” You heard Hyunjin call out again, this time cautiously.

You remained on the couch, not moving or saying anything waiting for Hyunjin to notice you.

“Oh y/n, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin said, his voice barely above a whisper as he rushed to you.

You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you close, his hand cradling your head into his chest. You gripped his shirt and buried your head in the fabric, breathing in the scent of coffee and Hyunjin, the smell itself comforting. You both sat in silence as Hyunjin rocked you side to side, as he softly hummed. After a while you disentangled yourself from him and leaned back, wiping your eyes in the process.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Hyunjin inquired, his eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to speak.

You’re sure your eyes were red and puffy, but he gazed at you with such tenderness, not caring what you looked like.

“Tiffany and I had a fight…I’m not sure we’re friends anymore. She said some pretty nasty things about me…”

You watched as Hyunjin balled his hands into a fist, his eye twitching as he fumed in anger. You knew Hyunjin never liked Tiffany, calling her a bad influence on you. Deep down you knew he was right, but you had been friends so long with her, you didn’t want to cut ties with her as he suggested.

“You were right about her Hyunjin,” you said as you twiddled your thumbs and looked down at your lap.

“Oh y/n, it’s ok. You only need me yeah?” He said, as he tried to reach for you once more.

You pondered his words, seeking the truth in them. Hyunjin is your everything, has always been. You sniffled and wiped more tears from your eyes. You had no one else in this world, as you were estranged from your parents, your sister. You only had Hyunjin.

“I only need you Hyun,” you agreed, looking him in the eyes.

Hyunjin smiled gingerly at you as he brushed his fingers down your cheek. In that moment, you could feel the dynamic shift between you two as you both came to an understanding. You only needed each other in this world, you only needed to live in this atmosphere that you have both created for yourselves. As long as you both had each other, you’d be alright.

“Do we have enough snacks?” Hyunjin asks, worry etched on his face as his eyes glanced over the various bags full of treats that littered the blanket.

You chuckled at his distress, knowing he needed tons of the salty and sweet treats for the movie.

“Yes love, I think we have enough,” you said as you brushed some of his hair out of his face.

Hyunjin looked up in that moment, his eyes finding yours, a smile gifting his face at your love and tenderness. He felt his heart skip a beat as he took you in, the perfect girlfriend he could ever have.

It’s been a year since that fated day when you both declared that you only needed each other, love laced with each word as you both sealed in your fates. Each day passed the same, your routines not really changing other than the fact you greet him with a kiss when you come home. Hyunjin has cherished each day, engraving each memory deep within the recesses of his brain, never wanting to forget these happy days.

Hyunjin clears his throat and crosses his arms as he pouts, deciding to tease you. “This may be enough…that is if you don’t eat it all angel.”

You giggled and pushed him lightly, his body tipping over and landing on the blanket. “Hey!” He said as he laughed, before righting himself.

“Well, you deserved it!” You said as you grabbed the other blanket and drapped it over your thighs.

You both were at the park, participating in a summer event called movies in the park. Hyunjin had suggested it after seeing an ad on the announcement bulletin board in your apartment complex. You wholeheartedly agreed to going, believing it would be fun. Luckily, you both were able to get that day off from work.

Hyunjin took you to the store and you both piled your cart high with snacks and drinks, giddy with excitement at the outing. He only had to compromise twice, after you begged to get one of your favorite candies, instead of the salty treat he so desperately wanted. It was worth it however when he saw your eyes light up as he agreed to your demands, his cheeks blushing as you placed a soft kiss on the heated flesh.

It was a nice summer night, the kind where the sun warms your skin, but you can enjoy the sensation without sweating, as you breathe in the warm summer air. The park was filled with families and couples, everyone eagerly waiting for the film to begin. It didn’t take long as the sun melted into the horizon, the screen turning on to project the featured film.

Hyunjin pulled you closer, slipping his legs underneath the blanket as well. He smiled as you snuggled against him, grabbing a bag of snacks to munch on as the opening credits began. As the sun went down for good and the stars made an appearance, littering the clear night sky, you both watched the movie enjoying a rare night off together.

Afterwards, you gathered your stuff and made your way home hand in hand. Hyunjin listened as you chattered about the movie, discussing the plot and how you liked it very much. He chattered back with you, equally as invested in the discussion about the movie as you were. You both were yapping so loud that the others who were sharing the sidewalk with you turned to look at you both, their faces in shock.

“Oops,” you giggled as you noticed their stares, “maybe we should tone it down a notch.”

Hyunjin chuckled and squeezed your hand, “maybe so angel.”

You both chattered more quietly the rest of the way, making it back home in record time. Hyunjin locked away this memory, walking home with you on a warm, summer night, after spending a relaxing and fun night with the love of his life.

-- --

Once home, Hyunjin watched as you bustled around the apartment, unwinding from your little outing. He listens as you’re humming a little song, one that sounds familiar, but he can’t quite place where he’s heard it. He loves watching you in these moments, you being you, just for him in this safe space.

Hyunjin feels the need to be close to you so he makes his way over to you and stops you in your tracks as he wraps his arms around you.

“Hyun, what..” You begin until he cups your face as he gazes into your eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours, sighing as he’s found his home.

Hyunjin lazily kisses you, pulling you closer, smirking against your lips as he listens to you whimper. He drags his hands up your sides before dragging them back down, his fingers gliding over your shirt and leggings until he reaches your ass, gently cupping the flesh in his large hands. He gives it a squeeze before slapping it, chuckling as you let out a yelp.

He drops his smile however as you bring your hand to his bulge and squeezes his semi-hard cock, his eyes finding yours as you smirk back at him.

“Two can play that game Mr. Hwang,” you tease as you stroke him through his pants.

“You little minx,” he murmurs as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss as you continue to palm him.

Suddenly he pulls back and grabs your hand, dragging you to his room that is now both of yours. He pushes you to the bed and climbs on top of you, his hands reaching to strip you of your clothes, tossing them away as quickly as possible. He needs to see you, feel you bare beneath him, engrave your beautiful body to his memory once more.

He unclapses your bra, your breasts spilling out as he removes the garment, his eyes glued to your hardening nipples. He licks his lips as he finds the waistband of your panties and drags them down your legs, a groan leaving his lips as he notices your soaked as a string of your slick connects your panties to your pussy.

Hyunjin proceeds with removing his clothes, feeling the relief as he rock hard cock is finally free of the restricting garments. Once you both are bare for each other, there’s a moment of silence as you take each other in, in awe of each other’s raw beauty as if it’s your first time. Hyunjin’s cock twitches as you blush, squeezing your thighs together in embarrassment at his gaze, his ears perking up as he hears you quietly whimper.

His hands reach out and cup your breasts, his fingers ghosting over your nipples just how you like, the feather light touch causing you to moan and arch into his touch seeking more stimulation. He continues to tease the buds, not fully applying pressure as he knows you like the soft touches he gives your breasts.

“Hyun…love,” you whimper as you cant your hips towards him, your eyes glued to his leaking cock.

“Ok angel, bear with me yeah?” He cooes as he continues to touch you, his fingertips barely touching your skin.

He draws invisible patterns on your skin, his eyes glued to your rising and falling chest as you try to regulate your breathing, lost in his touch. Hyunjin watches as your hands grasps your breasts and play with them as he continues to torture you. He eventually reaches your thighs as he gently rubs circles on the flesh.

Deeming your ready, he parts your legs baring your glistening pussy to his eyes. He loves that he gets you so wet and needy, your folds just begging for him to touch them. And touch them he does as he drags a finger down the puffy folds, your body shuttering at his touch.

He takes his time as he buries his fingers between your folds, easily finding your clit. He applies gentle pressure to your bundle of nerves, bringing you to your high slowly but steadily. He listens to your moans, as he continues to pleasure you, the sound music to his ears. He knows you’re close as he’s very attuned to your body. Withdrawing his hand, he chuckles as you let out a whine, your eyes wide and on him.

“Want you to cum around me angel,” Hyunjin says as he grasps his cock, stroking the shaft a few times to coat it in his pre-cum.

He brings the tip to your entrance and lightly pushes in, your walls sucking him in instantly. He continues to push his length in until he bottoms out, your walls fluttering around his cock as he stills to let you adjust.

“Move, please move,” you beg as you wiggle your hips, attempting to fuck yourself on his cock.

Hyunjin smiles as he places his hands underneath your thighs, holding your legs open as he begins to thrust within you, his cock easily sliding in and out of your walls. He lets out a whimper as he feels your warmth engulf him again and again, your little hole stretching perfectly around him like you were made for his cock.

He’s not going to last long, always feeling overwhelmed once he’s inside you. What would normally embarrass most, he doesn’t mind and he knows you don’t either as you know he’s going to take care of you, make sure you reach your high.

“Touch yourself angel, touch your clit for me yeah?” Hyunjin begs as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He groans as you bring two fingers to your clit and rub, your wrist keeping in time to his thrusts. His tongue lolls out as he glues his eyes to your pussy and how wet it is, a mixture of your slick and his sweat coating the puffy flesh and dripping down your ass. Your fingers slip and slid, little whines leaving your mouth as your fingers slip off the bud. You quickly replace them however chasing after your high so you can come with your lover.

Hyunjin’s breath hitches as he feels you clench around him, his balls tightening within as he lets go in a flurry of loud moans, his cum painting your walls white and sliding out around his cock. His eyes meet yours as you let go, as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you arch your back as your walls rhythmically clench around his cock over and over. He gently fucks you through your high, pushing his cum back into your pussy.

As you take a stuttering breath, your eyes match his, as you clench around his cock one last time. Hyunjin softly moans before leaning down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, your lips moving together sweetly.

Hyunjin gets up and withdraws his softened cock, clucking his tongue at the sight of his cum leaking steadily from your pussy. He has to tear his eyes away in order to clean you up. Once you’re both clean, he pulls you under the blankets, cuddling you to his chest.

You both lay there breathing in tandem, sleep slowly taking over your bodies. Hyunjin logs away the feel of your soft, warm skin underneath his fingertips as he lazily drags them up and down your back. He memorizes the dips and turns of your body, mesmerized with your beauty as always. As he closes his eyes, he begins to dream of you and the eternity he plans to spend with you.

The next morning, you awake, feeling refreshed after last nights love making and a good nights rest. You look up to see Hyunjin sprawled out on his back, his chest softly rising and falling as he slumbers. As you stare at your lover, an idea comes to mind and as you glance at the clock, you notice you have a little time before you have to get up to go to your second job.

You carefully scoot closer to Hyunjin, careful not to wake him up. He has kicked off the blankets at some point during the night, leaving him uncovered. Your eyes go to the bulge in his boxers, already semi-erect. You gently palmed his cock, your eyes glued to his face to ensure he doesn’t wake up.

You smile as he doesn’t move, but continues to softly snore. You reach into the crotch of the fabric and pull out his cock, your eyes feasting on how how red and angry the head is, as drops of pre-cum drip down and coat his shaft and your hand.

You shuffle onto your knees and lean down to take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head. You press your tongue into his slit and then stop for a moment as Hyunjin moans above you, the sound short but audible. You wait a few seconds more before suckling the head as you stroke his shaft, savoring the salty taste of him on your tastebuds.

As Hyunjin slightly jerks in his sleep, you take more of him down your throat and bob your head in earnest, taking him to the base each time, the little hairs adorning his pelvis tickling your nose. You continue to pleasure your lover, alternating between suckling the head and deep throating him, awaiting the moment he realizes the pleasure he’s feeling is not a dream.

It doesn’t take much longer for him to wake up, his hands gripping your hair your sign he’s fully awake.

“Y/n…ah!” He mumbles, his voice deep as it’s laced with sleep.

You hum around him before increasing your pace, wanting him to come down your throat. You clench your thighs together as Hyunjin moaned and thrusted his hips upwards as he fucked your mouth gently. You grasped his balls in your hands and began to fondle them.

“Mmm close angel, don’t stop,” Hyunjin whimpered.

As you licked up his shaft and then swirled your tongue around him once more, Hyunjin grasped your head and pushed it down, forcing you to take him to the hilt, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat. He let out a loud groan as he came, spurt after spurt of his cum filling your mouth. You withdrew as he took a shaky breath, his hooded eyes set on you as you swallowed his cum, licking your lips afterwards ensuring not to waste any that may have dribbled out.

“Such a good girl for me,” Hyunjin murmured as he gave you a smile, his hands reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t I return the favor? You have to work this morning right? How about I join you in the shower?”

You couldn’t say no to such an offer as you were dripping, your slick coating your panties causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. You’d be killing two birds with one stone too. You giggled as leaped out of bed, grabbing your lovers hands to pull him after you to take care of both of your needs before your shift.

--

As you entered the lab, you put your phone on silent so as to not have any distractions while working. Your second job was in a research lab at the local hospital. You enjoyed this job as well, the prospect of making strides in the scientific world giving you a thrill.

You pulled out your supplies, grabbing your agar plates from the incubator and settled in. You decided to play some music to pass the time away since you had the lab to yourself today. Getting lost in your work, your fell into the familiar routine of extracting cells, mixing them with solutions, and spinning them down, all to prepare them to extract the DNA.

However, you were so into it, that you accidentally knocked over a bottle that was laying on the counter, the clear liquid spilling all over the counter and you. You shrieked at the feeling, quickly picking up the bottle to stop more of the liquid from dripping onto the tabletop.

You noticed the bottle didn’t have a label, so you had no clue what was inside. Your skin wasn’t burning which you thought was a good thing. You quickly made your way to the wash station, and turned on the water, dousing your arms underneath the stream to get the strange liquid off.

You stayed there for ten minutes before you deemed it okay to stop. Turning off the water, you dried off your arms. Satisfied, you went back to work, picking up where you left off before the accident. The day continued, time flying by quickly as you made progress in your project. As mid day rolled around, you decided to call it quits.

After cleaning up your space and properly storing your specimens, you packed up your bag and left, making your way back home. The apartment would be empty as you got back, as Hyunjin would have already left for work.

Once at home, you changed clothes and decided to read, wanting to have a chill afternoon after your busy morning. As you were settling in, rain began to spatter against your window, the pitter patter soothing to your ears. Your eyes began to droop, slowly but surely until you succumbed to sleep, your book falling from your hands. -- -- “Who are you!?”

You awoke with a start, your eyes wide as you thought an intruder had entered your home. Blinking away the sleep, you focused your eyes to the man in front of you. Standing in front of you was…wait…it was Hyunjin. Why was he asking you who you were? You were y/n, his girlfriend, his best friend in the world.

“Hyun, it’s me…” you said incredulously.

Hyunjin stared at you for a moment, blinking his eyes slowly. After a while, there was a look of recognition on his face.

“Y/n? What just happened?”

You stared back at Hyunjin confused. “You just asked who I was.”

“I did? Why would I do that? I know who you are,” Hyunjin said as he sat down next to you.

You sat there in shock, confused as to what just happened. You could tell he meant what he said, his face telling it all that he had no clue who you were. As strange as it were, you decided to let it go. You latched onto his arm and snuggled into him, sighing at the comfort the warmth of his body brings.

As the night went on, your mind kept wandering to the night’s events, confused as to what transpired. A part of you thought you should have continued to question Hyunjin, ask him why he thought he didn’t know you. As you tossed and turned in bed, you couldn’t help the feeling of dread that lingered as you tried to fall asleep.

Time passed and with each day, stranger things occurred. Over the last few months, Hyunjin has forgotten your birthday, your favorite foods, even your favorite books which you constantly talk about. He always claims he’s not sure what has happened, confusion laced on his face as he ponders why he forgot that information. He’s also forgotten who you were a few more times, but he always recovers and remembers a little while later.

As you were getting ready for work, your mind was a nervous wreck as you considered every possibility as to why he’s forgetting the little things about you and your relationship. You walked to your bathroom to do your makeup when you looked in the mirror. You yelped at your reflection, your eyes widened in horror.

You were there, but your skin seemed to have faded a little, a small outline of your body seeming to glow in the light, almost like an aura. You touched your arm, sighing in relief as you could still felt solid.

What the hell is going on? Are you imagining things? That has to be it, yes. You continued your morning routine, convinced that it was all a hallucination since you hadn’t had your morning coffee yet.

Later, as you entered the kitchen, you found Hyunjin sitting down on the couch, his sketch book in his lap. You stopped in your tracks, confused as this was the first time you worked an early morning shift and Hyunjin had not cooked you breakfast. Even though he didn’t owe you the meal, you still found it kind of odd that he would break his usual routine.

“Love?” You questioned as you entered the living room.

Hyunjin snapped his head up in shock, some coffee sloshing over the rim of his mug and onto his clothes.

“Shit, what?” He asked, his face scrunched up in annoyance at the interruption and spill.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just going to go to work now,” you said quietly, his outburst shocking you.

Hyunjin never snaps at you, he's always gentle and considerate of your feelings. So his actions this morning have definitely shaken you up. You try not to linger on the feeling as you get to work. You immerse yourself in your books, helping out the various customers that come in throughout the day. You only hope that Hyunjin would have calmed down by the time you got home.

Hyunjin felt off. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He knows it has something to do with your relationship, but he can never remember what it is. He spends his days frustrated as he forgets your name, your favorite book, or even your daily routine. He doesn’t understand why it’s occurring as he lives for you, breathes for you.

He can see the hurt in your eyes each time it occurs, how dejected you feel when he snaps at you once again. He doesn’t mean to, he just doesn’t know what else to do or say when these events occur.

He decides to make an effort to not forget, to focus hard to remember, to turn this whole mess around as quick as possible. Hyunjin looks up eagerly as you walk through the door, arriving home after work. You seem tired and run down, your skin dull and lackluster but also a little translucent.

He comes to the conclusion that you’re getting sick and decides to help nurse you back to health.

“Hey, welcome home angel. You look exhausted, let’s get you in a bath yeah?”

You shake your head yes gratefully and let him guide you to your bathroom. He busies himself with preparing the bath, making sure the water is the right temperature, that he fills the tub with your favorite bubble bath. He throws in some bath salts as well before deeming the bath satisfactory.

“Alright angel, let’s get in.” Hyunjin ties his hair up and strips and gets in the bath first.

You follow right behind him, the water slowly rising as you settle in between his legs. However, as you lay back against his chest, he’s not met with your solid body, but yet a more squishy feeling, almost like your skin is moving against him.

He’s startled to say the least, confused as to how you can feel this way. He reaches to grab your arm and is barely able to hold on.

“Angel, what…” he asks, not finishing his question as he’s not sure what to ask anymore.

“I’m not sure Hyunjin,” you sob as you breakdown. “I’m slowly fading and I have no idea why. I think it’s why you forget who I am at times and things about me.”

Hyunjin feels a pang in his heart as you cry, wishing he could wrap his arms around you, feel you as he has in the past. He attempts to comfort you, frustrated that your skin moves underneath his hands. He’s not sure what to make of the situation, but what you have proposed makes sense.

“How did this happen?” He asks quietly as you continue to sniffle.

“M’not sure,” you whimper. “What if you forget me forever? “

Your body shakes as your wracked with fresh sobs, your anguish echoing throughout the bathroom.

“I could never forget you angel, never.” Hyunjin says.

He really won’t, how could he as you’re the love of his life. If he has to write your name down everyday, he will, whatever he has to do to remember you, he will do it. He will help you through this no matter what.

Hyunjin says he won’t forget you, but you know it’s inevitable. You’ve faded away even more now, so much so that you can’t leave the house, scared others around you will think you’re a ghost. You spend your days at home, curled up within a blanket as you stare blankly at the tv.

You’ve made a link to the spill of the strange liquid at the lab to what has been happening to you for almost half a year now. Whatever it was must be altering the atoms of your body, slowly allowing them to spread, causing you to fade away.

You barely lift your head as Hyunjin walks in the house, as he walks right past you without giving you another glance. You wait a full two hours before he notices you, recognition and then shame gracing his face at his mistake.

He walks over to you and leans down to kiss you, but he is met with air. You begin to cry, leaning away quickly at the realization that you will never be able to feel Hyunjin’s lips on yours, his hands on your body, his warmth. You can see the sadness in his eyes as he realizes the same thing.

Hyunjin sighs and walks away, locking himself in his bedroom. You don’t see him for the rest of the night, which leaves you heartbroken. You make your way to your room to go to bed, as you consider today another disappointment.

Hyunjin wakes up, the sun is shining brightly through his window, promising another good day. He sits up and stretches, enjoying the pull on his muscles. He gets up to start his morning routine as he works the morning shift today.

He hums a little song as he washes up, dresses himself and then makes his way to the kitchen. He busies himself making breakfast, the familiar routine comforting. Once he’s done, he sits down to eat, humming at the taste of the food as he scarfs it down.

After the last bite, he takes his plate to the sink and dumps it. Grabbing his wallet and keys he leaves for work, shutting the door behind him.

His day passes without incident, the coffee shop bustling with customers as always. He decides he will sketch when he gets home, needing to finish his projects before the deadline for the art school he wants to apply to.

His boss lets him go earlier which is a godsend to Hyunjin as he can make it home before the rain decides to fall, blanketing the roads with puddles and mud. Once he arrives home, he quickly changes and grabs some juice before sitting down on the couch.

Pressing play on a little remote, soft music drifts through the room, blanketing his world with the sound of piano keys, perfect for his afternoon of sketching. He grabs his sketch book and opens it, the book falling open to some sketches he’s already completed.

He stares down at the woman on the page, her features beautiful and breathtaking. As he gazes at sketch after sketch, he feels as if he’s forgetting something or forgetting someone. Every time he gets close to the answer, it slips away, like silk slipping through his fingers.

Hyunjin can’t remember who the woman is in the sketch, but he’s glad he’s thought of them, wanting to include them in his portfolio. As he picks up his pencil once more, he begins to draw, his hands traveling around the page with practiced ease and familiarity. He focuses hard, needing the details to be just right.

As he finishes, he sets his pencil down, and glances at his sketch. He has sketched the woman again, the woman who seems to plague his subconscious. He gets the nagging feeling that he knows the woman but can’t recall why or where he knows her from.

Despite this, he has captured your beauty, your perfect features in great detail, immortalized forever all within the pages of his beloved sketchbook.

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[bcmbiquinn]

BURNING FLAMES

Summary: Emperor Geta, known for his cruelty and cunning, rules with an iron fist, determined to leave a legacy of strength and dominance had fallen in love with a young servant, who’d turned his entire world upside down.

Pairing: Emperor Geta | fem!reader

w/c: 2.6k

Content warning: Smut +18, minors dni.

Credits for divider: @fanguro @aquazero

The grand halls of the Palatine Palace were always a hive of activity, filled with the soft rustle of robes, the echo of sandals on marble, and the murmurs of servants carrying out their duties. Emperor Geta, draped in a deep crimson toga, stalked through the corridors like a lion surveying its domain. He thrived on control, on the fear he commanded with a single glance

One afternoon in the marble halls of the palace, Emperor Geta strode through his domain. His eyes dark as obsidian swept over the bowing servants with cold indifference. At twenty three he had already earned a reputation for ruthlessness and cruelty that could make any man shake in fear in just his presence.

As he kept walking, he noticed you.

You stood among the other servants, your head bowed like the rest of them, but something about you caught his attention. Perhaps it was the way your dark curls fell down on your shoulders or how your hands, though roughened by work, moved with unexpected grace fixing your tunic.

Geta found himself slowing his pace, an action that confused his guards. The emperor never slowed for anyone

“You.” He said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. “Look at me”

You raised your eyes and Geta's world seemed to stop, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in his chest. Your eyes were the colour of amber honey, and though fear flickered in their depths, there was something else there, a quiet strength and magic that both intrigued and unsettled him.

“Your name.” he demanded.

“y/n, dominus.” You answered, your voice steady despite your obvious trepidation.

Geta looked down and up at you, wondering what it was you had that had captivated him so deeply. As his heart started racing, he walked away, anger building within, how dare you, a servant, make him feel this way? At the mercy of his most primal desires.

One evening as you were arranging fresh flowers in a golden vase, a guard approached you, the emperor demanded your presence at his chambers. You felt your heart dropped, all possible scenarios running through your mind. Have you done something wrong? Did you forget to pour wine in his goblet? Did you dare to look at him wrongly?

You shake your head trying to appease your thoughts, you look up at the guard and nodded . He turned around and you followed him to the emperor’s chambers.

In the dim flicker of oil lamps, Geta stood rigid at the marble balcony overlooking Rome. His hands gripped the stoned edge tightly, his jaw clenched, as he could crush the feelings threatening to spill forth.

As you walked inside the chamber, Geta turned slightly, the full moon highlighted his strong features.

“You summoned me, dominus?” Your soft voice broke the silence.

He turned, his dark eyes narrowing as they landed on you. You bowed your head, not daring to defy him and look at him. He walked toward you, staring deep into your soul, he looked at how you were dressed in a plain tunic that clung to your slender form, your dark curls falling down your shoulders. You were no noblewoman, no consort of rank yet you stirred something within him that no legion or conquest ever had.

“Yes” he said, his voice sharper than intended. He cleared his throat. “Pour the wine.”

Obediently, you crossed the room, your steps light but deliberate. He watched you, his eyes betraying a hunger he despised in himself. He was Geta, ruler of Rome, a man feared and revered in equal measure. And yet, in your presence, he felt disarmed, weak and out of control. He got close to you, his tall frame hovering over you, his hand gently grabbed your waist and you felt your body tense at his touch, his left hand started caressing you hair as his mouth got close to your ear.

“Do you know?” He began, his tone almost casual. “What would they do if they saw us together like this?”

Your body tensed, your eyes looked at the darkness of a corner. “They would condemn us both, dominus.”

His lips twisted in a bitter smile “Condemn me? No. They would whisper in the shadows plotting my downfall, but none would dare to challenge me. You however” He stepped closer, his hand now resting on your him. His voice dropping. “They would make an example of you. A lesson in obedience and the price of overstepping one’s station.”

You could feel your heart beat fast as if it were to come out of your chest but you couldn’t deny the adrenaline and desire you felt by having Geta so close to you. It was wrong, so incredibly wrong.

Your gaze met his, unwavering “You summoned me, dominus.”

For a moment, the air between you crackled with unspoken tension. Geta closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin upward. You looked at him, directly at his eyes, you could feel fear, desire, shame running through your body but you did not pull away.

“You bewitched me, y/n” he murmured. “And I hate you for it”

In the days that followed, Geta found himself creating reasons to pass through the eastern corridor where you worked. He told himself it was mere curiosity, the same way one might be drawn to examine an unusual butterfly before crushing it.

He watched how you moved among the other servants, quiet and gracefully. You weren’t like the other servants, who scurried away like frightened mice whenever he appeared.

One evening, as the setting sun painted the palace walls in shades of gold and crimson, Geta dismissed his guards and approached you alone.

“Come to my private gardens tonight” He commanded. “After the evening meal.”

It wasn’t a request and you knew it.

Later that evening, after you finished your meal, you walked rather slowly throughout the corridors of the palace. Your hands shaking and your heart racing. Although you felt fear deep in your bones, you couldn’t deny the excitement building up in your heart just by thinking of being alone with Geta, in this very moment as strange as it was, nothing else mattered to you.

The imperial gardens were Geta’s sanctuary, a place he could escape from his role as emperor. As he waited beneath a blooming cherry tree, he questioned his own sanity. He was emperor of Rome, descendant of gods, what was he doing, meeting a servant in secret like a lovesick boy?

When you appeared, in your plain tunic, messy hair from all the work you’ve done during the day, Geta forgot all his doubts, he saw you moving like a spirit through the moonlit garden, how dare you be so beautiful, so breathtaking?

“You came.” He said, surprised by the softness in his own voice.

“You commanded it, dominus.”

“Geta.” He corrected you. “Here in this garden, I am just Geta.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but then nodded. “As you wish…Geta.”

You talked through the night, and Geta discovered a mind as beautiful as your face. You spoke of your childhood in a small village, of your dreams of seeing the great library of Alexandria, of your love for poetry. You asked him questions no one had dared to ask before, about his thoughts, his hopes, his burdens.

For the first time in his life, Geta felt seen not as an emperor, but as a man.

Your secret meetings continued, and with each passing night, Geta felt the walls he had built around his heart crumbling. During the day, he maintained his fearsome reputation, perhaps becoming even more brutal to compensate for the softness he felt in private.

But in the gardens, with you, he was different. He learned to laugh again, to speak of things beyond power and conquest. He shared with you the weight of his position, the constant fear of betrayal, the loneliness of absolute power.

"Sometimes I wonder," he confessed one night, his head in your lap as you stroked his hair, "if I am becoming the monster they all believe me to be."

Your hand stilled. "We all choose who we become, Geta. Even emperors."

Your words haunted him, especially during the day when he sat upon his throne, passing judgment on those who had crossed him. But nothing could be changed, he knew it and that’s why he found such a beautiful freedom with you, freedom that to him borderlines with madness.

One night, you were walking through the corridors of the palace after Geta summoned you again in his chambers, as you walked in you saw him standing at the balcony looking at Rome. You made your way throughout the room towards a small table where his goblet was and you poured some wine. Geta turned and his gaze lingered on you, admiring the way your hair fell in loose waves, the gentle curve of your neck, the quiet strength in your posture. He found himself wanting more of this subtle beauty.

“Leave the wine.” He said finally. “I have other matters to discuss with you.” He waved a hand dismissively at the empty plates and cups. He walked toward you, his movements fluid and purposeful, he close the distance between you, until you stood mere inches apart.

His hand cupped gently your cheek and looked at you with adoringly eyes.

“Tell me, my love what is it that you desire?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Geta’s touch ignited a fire within you.

“To be free.” You whispered, the words barely audible. “To be free to love you.”

Geta felt his heart filled with a warmth he had never felt before, he pulled you close to him, holding you tight in his strong arms as if you were to disappear in front of him.

“If this is a dream.” He murmured, almost to himself. “I pray the gods grant me the mercy of never waking.”

You closed your arms around tightly, feeling his warmth covering your body, your heart felt full, complete in his arms, you didn’t want to let go of him, ever.

“I have lived so long in the shadows of my own making, convinced that I was destined to walk this path alone. But you… you bring light to the darkest corners of my soul” He confessed.

You looked up at him and gently caressed his cheek, Geta closed his eyes at your touch.

“Geta my love, you are not alone, not anymore, you’ve got me, all of me, my love, my soul.”

“You’re too kind, too good.” He murmurs. “I don’t deserve your love, your compassion. But gods help me, I crave it like a starved man.”

His hands started gently caressing your arms, his right hand reached out to tilt your chin upward and then kissed you, his lips felt soft and warm. He kissed with such gentleness as if you were to break if he dared to kiss you harder.

His hand slipped beneath your tunic, fingers brushing against the smooth skin of your thigh, inching higher towards the heat of your core. You gasped as Geta's fingers grazed the edge of your undergarments, the intimate contact sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Your legs trembled, threatening to give way, but he locked his arms around your waist, anchoring you to himself.

“What we’re doing is so wrong, so very wrong…” you said softly against his lips. “But gods above, Geta... I can't resist you. Not when you touch me like this, when your words make me feel like the most desirable woman in the empire."

Geta lifted you in his arms and laid you down on the bed, his fingers danced along the lace trim of your undergarments, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. He reveled in your conflicted responses, the way your body yielded to his, despite your feeble attempts at resistance.

“My dearest, you are the most beautiful creature in this world.” He said and kissed you again.

With a deft motion, he pushed your undergarments aside, exposing your slick, swollen folds to his probing fingers. A strangled moan escaped your lips as Geta's fingers delved into your dripping heat, stroking and curling inside you in a way that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Your head fell back, exposing the column of your throat, as waves of pleasure crashed over you

He got closer to you and undressed you, your tunic fell on the floor and then he took down your subligacalum. He admired the beauty of your naked body, a true daughter of Venus.

Geta's eyes flashed with triumph and lust at you, your complete submission to him a heady aphrodisiac. With a swift movement, he shed his own garments, freeing his rigid manhood from the confines of his robe. He positioned himself between your thighs, the broad head of his member nudging your entrance.

“You shall have all of me, my sweet y/n.”

With a powerful surge, he drove into you, burying himself to the hilt of your tight, wet heat. A guttural groan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your walls clenching around him, welcoming him home.

Your scream of pleasure was muffled by Geta's mouth claiming yours in a searing kiss as he filled you to the brim. The intense stretch and fullness sent shockwaves of delight through your quivering form, making your toes curl and your inner muscles flutter around his thick length. You whimpered against his lips, your nails raking down his back in fervent appreciation. You wrapped your long legs around his waist, locking your ankles to keep him buried inside you as he began to move. Each powerful thrust hit your sweet spot, sending sparks of euphoria racing up your spine.

Geta's grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pounded into you with relentless intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the chamber, punctuated by his ragged breathing and your high pitched moans.

Your climax came to you intensely, your body bowed off the bed, a keening wail tearing from your throat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.Just as your tremors began to subside, Geta's own release barreled into him with the force of a storm. With a hoarse roar, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside your spasming channel.

Geta collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His chest heaved against yours, your sweat slicked skin sticking together as he struggled to catch his breath.

“You are exquisite, my love.” He panted, nuzzling his face into the crook of you neck. “So perfect.”

He lifted his head to gaze at you, his usually cold, calculating eyes now soft with satisfaction and a hint of tender affection, he gently kissed your lips, your cheeks, your eyes, pouring all his love onto you.

Geta rolled onto his side, pulling you close and wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you against him.

As you two laid together, in the dim light of the oil lamps of the chamber, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would be of you two. You belonged to him completely now and the thought of letting him go was clouding your mind.

“My love…will they let us be?” You asked, as you grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles.

"I am emperor," he growled, pulling you closer. "I decide what can and cannot be."

And with those words you knew, there was nothing else to fear, if the gods had decided to bring you to him who were you to deny.

[caramilena]

ignore the request that was sent in before this I’m pretty sure I messed up;

Logan coming home late only to find f!reader asleep on the couch, cold dinner on the table, and melted candles

hii, thanks for the ask. Here it is!

Warnings: none, established relationship 

Divider: fanguro

He knows he’s later than he said he would be, but work had kept him so busy that by the time he realized how late it was getting, he finished up swiftly to come home. He worries that you must’ve waited for him. He quietly unlocked the door to your home and let himself in. The living room and kitchen lights were on. He shucked off his leather jacket and shoes and went in search of you. 

He paused at the kitchen, noting the food had gone cold and the candles on the center of the table had melted down to just a stub. His lips twitched in a small smile when he saw that you had cooked his favorite dish. You took such good care of him, and yet he stood you up and made you wait. His fists clenched, he was gonna find you and show you how much he’d missed you in a minute.

However, you weren’t in your bedroom. So he went to the living room and found you asleep on your side on the couch. He knelt on the floor next to the couch and leaned over your sleeping form, watching you intently for a moment. You looked so peaceful and cozy, he didn’t wanna wake you up. Instead, he pushed some stray hairs away from your eyes and cheek. 

You were wearing one of his shirts. It was quite loose and oversized on you but you didn’t care. He snorted softly and stroked your cheek with the pad of his thumb. He liked coming home to find you wearing his clothes, irrefutably smelling like him. His only regret was making you wait.

He tucked his hands under your side and knees and gently hauled you up into his arms. Standing up easily with you in his arms, Logan began walking over to your bedroom. You stirred and rested your head on the crook of his neck. He kissed the top of your head fondly.

Once you guys reached the edge of your bed, he set you down ever so carefully, adjusted your limbs to be comfortable, and pulled the covers over you. Before he could change out of his clothes and join you, you blinked up at him groggily.

“Logan?” You mumbled in a daze, between sleep and wakefulness.

 He hummed. “Sorry, bub. Had to look into some things with Charles.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb as he apologized. 

You mumbled incoherently. He exhaled in amusement, he couldn’t tell if it was a protest or acknowledgment of his words. “Gimme a minute, I’ll join you.”

“Don’t go…” you sighed and reached for him. 

He took your hand and squeezed it, “not going anywhere, baby. Just gonna take my jeans off. You hate outside clothes on the bed, remember? When you got mad at me for it?” He laughed as you screwed up your face in thought.

You yawned but nodded. Watching blearily as he pulled off his jeans and flannel shirt. Clad in only his boxers and tank top, he crawled into bed with you. His chest to your back, he pulled you snugly against him. Finally, you could rest knowing that he was home, in your arms. 

He placed a kiss on your nape and hummed deeply, his chest vibrated behind you with the sound. “Missed you.” He muttered before you drifted off to sleep together.

Feel free to send me more asks, I might be late but I’ll def try to whip up something

[shatcey]

Hey!! It’s me again😂 The anon that asked the question before about Will and Vic!! You inspired a new question from me! Since Will is canonically 28, how much older than him do you think Vic is?!💗

Oh my, curious and talkative anon… Finally, my type of person. ALLY, we have someone to talk to!

Cybird follow the same pattern from game to game. The oldest guy is no more than 10 years older than MC. I don't know why. Perhaps there are some restrictions in JP. I know that in Korea, relationships with a large age difference are not very welcome in society. Maybe it's the same in JP.

So, based on this… We know that Kate is about the same age as Liam, about 26 years old. So Vivi is 35-36 years old. For a long time, I was sure he was 35, for no logical reason. Maybe my brain figured out this pattern and gave me the final result, who knows.

But Cybird can break its own rules and make him older. I wouldn't be surprised if he's 38-40 years old. His design gives that impression, and his voice is mature as well. Don't get me wrong, I really love his voice. It resonates… you know. But in terms of relationships, it can be quite tricky to write. So… very unlikely.

I'll stick to 35. Until the devs give us another number.

And that answered your question. The difference is 7 years. I know they don't look that different in age. But I think the reason is that their psychological age is the same. They both have a very strong, confident aura.

Actually, if you're interested, I was trying to figure out the age of the guys and when they joined the crown. But it's not finished yet, there's too little information. I haven't read Jude's route yet, I don't have much time right now. But after I read it, I hope I can finally finish this table. Here.

dividers @.fanguro

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[tsel-bas]

PLUSHIE DREADFULS (SOME HEADMATES!)

⚠️WARNING⚠️ HEADMATES MAY NOT TURN OUT EXACTLY AS DESCRIBED. ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING CAN BE CHANGED TO FIT YOUR SYSTEM.

⋆NAME: MEIRA, THERON, NOAM, ASTRAEA

⋆PRONOUNS: SHE|HER, THEY|THEM, IT|ITS, STAR|STARS, BUN|BUNS ⋆GENDER: GENDERFLUID, MIDNIGHTRABBITGENDER, HAREALIEM/HAREALIASC, BUNNYPLUSHIC, DISSOCIATIVEGENDER ⋆ORIENTATION: BI-LESBIAN ⋆TERMS: FEMININE, MASCULINE, NEUTRAL ⋆AGE: 22 ⋆ROLE: ACCODARE, OVERSEER ⋆SOURCE: @/TSEL-BAS, PLUSHIE DREADFULS (DID) ⋆DESCRIPTION:

SAY HELLO TO MEIRA! THE FEARLESS LEADER OF THIS LITTLE TRIO! SHE'S FEISTY YET PROTECTIVE OVER THEIR HEADMATES.

IT'S ROLE IN THE SYSTEM ISN'T SET, SO IT CHANGES DEPENDING ON THE NEEDS OF THE SYSTEM AS A WHOLE OR A CERTAIN HEADMATE.

STAR WATCHES OVER THE SYSTEM AND KEEPS TRACK OF OTHERS TO KEEP THEM SAFE FROM HARM. IT'S BUNS MISSION TO DEAL WITH GENERAL THINGS INVOLVING THE SYSTEM, SUCH AS DEALING WITH DISSOCIATION.

SHE LOVES TO PAINT AND DRAW IN THEIR SPARE TIME. USING ALL SORTS OF DIFFERENT MEDIAS AND TOOLS TO EXPERIEMENT WITH ITS ARTSTYLE. ⋆FACECLAIMS:

⋆NAME: CYRA, ELIO, SYLVAINE, EVREN, DEYANIRA ⋆PRONOUNS: SHX|HXR, HY|HYM, IT|ITS, BUN|BUNS, STITCH|STICHES ⋆GENDER: GIRLBOY, SOLIBUNIC, TRAUMABUNGENDER, RUNNINGRABBITEUS, BPDTHING ⋆ORIENTATION: GAYBIAN ⋆TERMS: FEMININE, MASCULINE ⋆AGE: 17-19 (AGESLIDER) ⋆ROLE: BPD HOLDER, TRAUMA PROCESSOR ⋆SOURCE: @/TSEL-BAS, PLUSHIE DREADFULS (BPD) ⋆DESCRIPTION:

ELIO CAN BE QUITE ENERGETIC, BUT ALSO HAVE MOMENTS OF ANGER, FRUSTRATION, AND JEALOUSY. SHX IS THE BPD SYMPTOM HOLDER AFTER ALL.

HY TAKES BOTH THE BPD SYMPTOMS AND ALL TRAUMA EXPERIENCED BY OTHER HEADMATES AND STORES IT INSIDE OF ITSELF TO HANDLE LATER. BUN MAKES SURE TO DEAL WITH IT IN A HEALTHY MANNER RATHER THAN BOTTLING IT ALL UP AND HURTING STICHSELF

SHX ENJOYS BREAKING SOCIAL NORMS AND GOING ALL OUT IN EVERYTHING. FROM OUTFITS TO THE WAY HY ACTS AND TALKS. IT'S QUITE ENJOYS ALTERNATIVE FASHION ALONG WITH PUNK IDEALS. FOLLOWING THEM PRACTICALLY TO A T. ⋆FACECLAIMS:

⋆NAME: NEFELI, KALEN, CYRAN, SYRIN, KOA ⋆PRONOUNS: HY|HYM, SHY|HYR, IT|ITS, OU|OUCH, PAI|PAIN ⋆GENDER: DEMIBOY, AFFECTIBUNIC, BLUEBUNNIC, BUNBODIMENT, ACHEGENDER ⋆ORIENTATION: PANSEXUAL/PANROMANTIC, DEMIAROACE ⋆TERMS: MASCULINE, NEUTRAL ⋆AGE: 14 ⋆ROLE: PAIN HOLDER, PAIN MANAGER ⋆SOURCE: @/TSEL-BAS, PLUSHIE DREADFULS (CHRONIC PAIN) ⋆DESCRIPTION:

KOA IS QUIET, SHY AND ALWAYS IN PAIN DUE TO BEING A HOLDER FOR CHRONIC PAIN. BECAUSE OF THIS HY PREFERS TO STAY BY HYRSELF TO DEAL WITH, AND MANAGE IT SO THE REST OF THE SYSTEM DOESN'T HAVE TO FEEL THE PAIN.

IT ENJOYS SOFT HOSPITAL AESTHETICS AND HAS AN INTEREST IN MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE, FROM SIMPLE DIAGNOSISES TO FULL ON COMPLEX SURGERIES. IF IT EXISTS, OU PROBABLY KNOWS ABOUT IT.

OH, AND PAI KNOWS ALL ABOUT BUNNIES SEEING AS HY IS ONE. IF YOU NEED HELP RAISING A RABBIT OR KNOWING WHAT TO DO BEFORE ADOPTING ONE, SHY HAS YOUR BACK. ⋆FACECLAIMS

DIVIDER CREDITS- @/FANGURO

[gauntlings]

Six Song Soundtrack - Lauralene

(aka my victorian vampire aka the siren of the south aka lady lazarus aka jewel of the daughters of cacophony)

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

An event that defines your character’s past | Don’t Panic - The Harmaleighs

There's something about the night's silhouette caressing its way across my chest that refuses to let me sleep until the morning I'm biting my nails until they bleed as I watch my love sleep comfortably Does she know I'm slowly poisoning? Robotically we pass the days 'I love you' is just another phrase, can she recognize she's not happy? But they say don't, don't panic No, no, no, don't, don't panic But what if it's all I'm good at?

How your character sees themselves | Sour Switchblade - Elita

My point of view that's a lot to live up to, my point of view I want to worship you, make you feel brand new Is that true, you really do voodoo, is that true? That's a lot to live up to, my point of view, that's a lot to live up to I want to fuck with you You could bring your friend too, or is it too taboo? Remember who you're talking to

How others view them | Sweet Jane - Cowboy Junkies

Anyone who's ever had a heart wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who's ever played a part wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Oh, sweet, sweet Jane You're waiting for Jimmy down in the alley You were waiting there for him to come back home You're waiting down on the corner And thinking of ways to get back home

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic) | (like prev i also have a chelsea wolfe song here oops) (also may have named her sire Marie after this song bc of how well it fits) Oui Oui Marie - Chelsea Wolfe

Oui oui Marie will you do this for me? Oui oui Marie and I'll do that for you I love your eyes, they make me feel so swoony You drive me loony You're teasing me Why can't we parleyvous like other sweethearts do? I want a kiss or two from ma cherie Oui Oui Marie if you'll do this for me, Oui oui Marie and I'll do that for you

A major fight scene | Cover My Face - Miranda Sex Garden

I know you're watching, you know I see my face in your eyes I know you see As I run blindly From the fear I know's not real, cover my face do not watch my eyes Let me hate for you and hate for me my face in your eyes all I can see

End Credits | Laura - Julie London

Laura is the face in the misty light, footsteps that you hear down the hall the laugh that floats on a summer night that you can never quite recall And you see Laura on the train that is passing through, those eyes, how familiar they seem She gave your very first kiss to you that was Laura, but she's only a dream

tagged by irl dreamboat @aztarion and tysm this was so fun <3 im such a playlist ho i pondered this for way too long

i know this template has been used mostly for world of darkness characters but am still tagging moots with oc's i love just in case they want to use this format as well but ofc no pressure my babies <33

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Hello hi! I'm Slug or call me whatever! pleasure to meet you! I'm a demi-girl and I go by she/they/it!, I am also uranic

I am 18 and above undergoing phases (/silly)

this MAIN blog is a selfship blog

and do please use tonetags around me hahah! /gen

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