#frist memory

[anniemalista]

What Is Your First Memory?

What is your first memory? Is it pleasant or unpleasant? What influence does it have on you as a person? How can you change your perspective toward your first memory to support your growth journey and positively influence your present?

How does your first memory influence you as a person? What is your first memory, and how does it affect your present? Talking about memory, do you know how much effect it has on you? It is more important than we realize how important our first memory is. Some memory is not at the cognitive level; however, our subconscious minds can recognize them. That is how those memories affect us at later…

[a4g]

[neuloef]

have some fun, make some noise, &c

Telling a group of people to draw a troll face by memory is the funniest thing I swear to god the results are always so asdfghjkl

[cinhomi]

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: roommate Kim Seungmin x fem reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: after a movie night with your roommate, or alternatively, your crush, you woke up a bit later than usual. he was supposed to be at work by that hour, but you couldn't imagine that he would sleep in too... and you couldn't imagine him seeing you on top of your pillow moaning his name.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom Seungmin, masturbation, pillow humping (and reader gets caught oopsie), fingering, penetrative sex, oral (m & f receiving), cum play.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.4K

I'm afraid that the end is kind of rushed... I'm sorry about that, I was a bit tired and just wanted to finish it :")

It was pretty late when your head frist laid on the pillow the night prior. Maybe it was a bit stupid to decide to stay up at such ridiculous hours, but the trilogy you were watching with Seungmin was too interesting to drop everything at the first movie and keep the fun for the next day, so you two tried to sit with your back as straight as possible in your shared couch that was very much inviting you both to sleep, drank sugar-based drinks and kept the volume as high as to not disturb your flatmates but still enaugh to have you two awake and keep your attention on the screen.

You and Seungmin enjoyed watching movies together and discuss them, but beside that you weren't as close as others would expect. At least in your opinion. Sure, being roommates let you two know your preference in matters such as 'how you prefer your coffee' or 'what type of shampoo is best for your hair' or even 'I'll wash your jumper like that because I know it's made of wool and it's delicate', but he didn't really talk to you about himself.

He wasn't cold towards you or anything, but he preferred silence most of the times, or at least, that was what you understood. When one day after a few months of living together you asked him if there was something that he didn't like about your cohabitation, he said that it was fine, that you were perfect, keeping everything clean and respecting the turns for all chores without complaining.

So why? Why didn't he feel the desire to know you better? Every time he mentioned his family or a past memory of his, you listened carefully, like he was a famous storyteller. His life was for a fact very interesting, he wasn't a boring guy, and still, you couldn't comprehend the reason behind his secrecy. He brought his friends home just a few times, you never saw a girl beside yourself in the house, and he never talked about one. When he left he would always come home with something for the apartment, so you thought that maybe he wasn't one to go to parties and stuff.

Despite everything, you found youself developing a little crush. Well, maybe a bit more than 'little'. Seungmin was a simple guy, really… but he provided comfort, always. He landed you a snack when he could sense that you were feeling down, covered you with part of his blanket when he felt you trembling beside him in the evening, often entered your room while you were on your desk with a tray in his hands, with a glass of water and freshly cutted fruit, leaving it on top of your messy papers. Sometimes he would come back from his grocery trip and tell you to take something from a bag, like the pack of clips he found discounted, because "I heard you lost yours the other day, so I thought they would be useful to you", or he would delicately take the knife from your hands while cooking together because "you'll hurt youself is you chop these like that, here, let me show you…".

Who wouldn't feel butterflies in their stomach? Only fools. On top of that he was extremely attractive, even more when you couldn't recall not even half a time you saw him shirtless. It never happened. He, on his behalf though, saw you just in your prettiest pantie-bra set one time, when he forgot to knock on your door to tell you to hurry up to go to work in the morning.

He became very careful after that time, a blush creeping on his cheeks every time you brought that up while attempting to mess with him, but never making him suspect your desire for that to happen again.

The sight of your mixed clothes inside the laundry basket made your heart race every single time. The lingering scent of his cologne in the bathroom whenever he left to go out made you sigh and daydream. The plastic containers of homemade food with little notes on top for you in the fridge almost made you cry. You made the best dreams every night that he remembered to wish you a warm "good night, y/n". Kim Seungmin was a little mysterious, and you didn't know much about him, but he cared about you, a little bit at least.

But that morning he didn't care about you enaugh to wake you up and prevent you from arriving late at work. Well, you supposed he would've already left because Seungmin never got up late.

It was half past noon already, and you decided to send a message and excuse your absence with a sudden stomach ache, that would strangely disappear the next day. You stayed sprawled on your bed for a while, letting your brain work and retrace the previous night's events.

His hand absent mindedly resting on your thigh, squeezing it a bit whenever the tension in the movie would rise and make you shift on the edge of your seats. He rarely touched you, respecting your personal space religiously, but when the occasion would occur your whole body electrified. His 'classic guitar calloused hands' on your smooth skin were a sensation that would remain engraved in your flesh for a long time.

His angelic voice dropping to a deeper and rougher one while the night progressed making you jump whenever he spoke to you, parted lips licked by his tongue when there was a scene he wanted to concentrate and analyze attentively.

Before you knew it, a hand traveled from your stomach to your belly, dancing on it for a while, just to reach under your cotton pants; you were already wet just by thinking about him, and not even making up scenarios in your head. You then went past your panties and run a finger on your slit, spreading your juices everywhere. Maybe if he knew that you touched yourself so often thinking about him he would be disgusted, but you couldn't really help it. Besides, being home alone, maybe you could do something more than your usual routine and make the pleasure last a bit longer.

The pillow that was under your head istantly flew in the middle of the bed, while you got rid of all your clothes; with a sigh you straddled it adjusting the material comfortably between your legs. You could already feel your juices coating the pillowcase sticking to your folds, feeling it a bit rough on them… but you liked it, so much. You didn't ride your pillow that often, only when Seungmin wasn't home and you really wanted to take your time and savour your orgasm, and it was so, so worth it.

Images of Seungmin started flooding your mind: muscled forearms peeking from his shirt, faint traces of his abs when the latter would stuck to his abdomen when laid on the sofa, v-line greeting the world whenever he stretched in front of you in the morning, jaw contracting whenever he was thinking hard about something. You moved slowly, the little friction already making you whine in excitement.

You started to imagine how the grip he had on your thigh would feel on your hips instead, while making you slide back and forth on his lap, pussy against his cock, teasing before fucking it into you. You held your breasts, imagining his hands instead of yours, groping and playing with them to his liking. You started to squeeze, to fondle them, occasionally pinching a nipple and holding it between your fingers making it almost hurt.

"Seungmin…" you were already whispering, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

Your movements got gradually quicker snapping your hips upwards and in circles too, making your clit rub on the fabric while your brows furrowed at the stinging sensation.

"Like… l-like that Seungmin, yes, yes…" short huffs escaped between your words as you lowered a bit and were now keeping yourself up with your elbow, one hand caressing your body and lingering a bit more around your hole.

You started to press harder on the pillow, soft moans filling the space as your imagination projected Seungmin behind you, your breath becoming unstable.

But you really didn't know that he was right behind the corner at the entrance of your room, with the door wide open, and that he was palming his achingly hard cock through his pants. And he felt a bit guilty when he first heard your moans from his room minutes before and didn't just put his earphones on to later reveal that he wasn't at work that morning, and that he fell asleep while listening to music, so at your "did you hear anything weird?" he could reply that no, no he didn't. But how could anyone ever resist with such noises coming from the most beautiful girl he ever met? From the girl he had a crush for, on top of that? You were touching yourself, being intimate with your body, your smoking hot body, seeking pleasure and ecstasy for yourself.

But while he was jerking off to your moans in his own bed he heard a name: it was muffled because of his closed door and the corridor between your rooms, but he was too damn curious to let it slide like that. So he just tucked his erection in his pajamas shorts and got up, approaching your room careful to not make any noise.

And that was when he heard it clearly. And that was when he finally peeked beyond the corner. And you were so, so beautiful in his eyes, with the soft light coming outside the window reflecting on your skin, bed hair framing your pleased face while you adorably grinded your pillow squishing it between your thighs, moaning his name.

But he still couldn't believe it. You weren't really thinking about him right?

"Seungmin! Fuck, f-faster! Faster…"

He felt his heart getting caught in his throat and all self-inibitions leave his body. He then stood in front of the entrance, observing you in silence. Seungmin bit his lip, breathing like he ran ten miles before that moment. He prepared mentally for his next step.

"Y/n."

You froze in place with your eyes still closed. Were you starting to have hearing allucinations? Probably. So you slowly opened your eyes and looked at your right: Seungmin was there.

Your vision started to get blurry from the tears forming in your eyes, threatening to streak your cheeks. Wasn't he supposed to be at work? Damn… everything was going to get ruined, he would tell you to leave and search for another place, he would hate you forever andー

"Is it me?" his voice soft, searching for your answer as he slowly entered the room.

You took the sheets in front of you to cover yourself a little, swiping the tears on the corner of your eyes with them.

"Wh-what?"

"Is it me, the Seungmin you were thinking about?"

The air in the room got dense. He wasn't looking at your body at the moment, he focused on your face. On your expression, your trembling lips that he was dying to kiss for months.

Seungmin was a man of few words, really, but he could get pretty loose and cool with people that got to know him over time. He didn't necessarly lust over your appereance, he just liked you. You were his main interest, he found all your little habits adorable, he thought that your mind, your way of thinking was extraordinary. He always paid attention to when you talked about yourself, interests, ideas.

But he was quite afraid to open up to you, even if he tried to do that day by day, at his own pace. What if you found him weird? Or you didn't like his personality at all and decided to go away? You were perfect for him, but he wasn't sure to be perfect for you. He knew you were special from the first moment he opened the door to greet you the first time, with your marvelous smile, bags and suitcases around you. You made him nervous.

Seungmin was nervous around you, but wanted to make you live comfortably even if he needed to split the rent. He wanted to let you live your life without a worry. Maybe one day he would have the courage to tell you his true feelings, but he needed to understand if you wanted something quiet, something like the first visible light in the morning, a field moved only by fresh wind, whispered sweet nothings between two people that are about to fall asleep.

Because a love with Seungmin would've been peaceful, with silence disturbed only by meaningful phrases or laughter.

"Seungmin please don't get mad, please."

"I'm not mad, I swear." he started to get closer, until he was in front of you. He kneeled on the floor, reaching your hands on your chest, stroking them.

"I just need you to tell me that you were moaning my name and not the one of another Seungmin, because your answer may change our entire life together."

You looked down at him with big confused eyes and he wanted to take your face and squish it before hugging you tight. If it was him, if it was really him…

"I don't know any other Seungmin." you sobbed, crying a bit harder. He felt relieved. He took your hands in his properly near his lips, kissing your knuckles, letting the sheets fall exposing your chest once again. Maybe he really had a chance to show his true self, and maybe, just maybe, you could love him honestly.

"Will you let me help you with that?"

For a moment you thought it was a dream. He was looking as beautiful as ever, touching you so delicately, and… was he hard?

For the first time that day you looked up in his eyes. They were sparkling, they made your core tighten.

"Let me. Let me take care of you." he got up from the floor and sat on your bed, guiding your arms around his neck to then gently hold your waist.

"Do you… do you like me?"

Your trembling lips made him furrow his brows. Having you so vulnerable in front of him, having you naked in his hands, he thought he prayed the right god while looking up the sky.

"You're the only one I answer the phone to when I have my vocal lessons. I do like you, a lot actually"

His passion for music and singing was the only thing you were certain about him. Oh, his voice when he sang random songs during the day, when he thought you weren't listening. Would he sound as amazing while being with you?

He lightly pushed you to lay down and discarded the pillow to replace it with him. Seungmin took a moment to admire you, slowly letting himself explore you with his gaze, not getting too close to where you wanted him most.

"Can I touch you, y/n?"

He was behaving like a prince. You really did think he was a prince, with all the times he was so gentle with you.

What was he expecting, a 'no'?

You nodded. He smiled. You tugged at his shirt. He took it off. Your jaw dropped.

It was as if a neoclassical artist sculped him with their own hands. Your eyes went from his collarbones, to his pecs, his abs, to then land on the light brown happy trail that disappeared under the elastic of his pants. You seriously didn't stop looking until he lifted your chin to analyze your reaction better.

"You're so beautiful Min." you said, words whispered for him and him only. Seungmin blushed because of the compliment, your needy tone, how you called him. He thought that he could get used to it. He took your hands in his once again, guiding them up your head while he lowered to be close to your face.

"You should see yourself then. I'm nothing compared to you dove" and after that, unpredictably, he kissed you. He finally fulfilled his need to have you close emotionally and phisically letting his plump lips rest on yours, moving slowly to let you feel all the passion he was feeling at the moment.

You two sighed, almost relieved that all that was happening even if not in the conventional order described by romance movies and novels.

The kiss was interrupted by Seungmin, that started to wander, leaving pecks on your jaw, behind your ear, to arrive at your neck inhaling your scent.

"Do you always touch yourself thinking about me when I'm out?"

The sudden question made you squeal, shame already making you look away.

"I'm joking! Look at me, hey." he cupped your cheek, your eyes meeting once again.

"I think it's cute. I do that too when you're out, you know? I dreamed about this moment for so long… I have too many things to tell you. Will you have the patience to listen to me, after this?"

He looked like a lost puppy, quite literally. It was as if he had his ears all low, a frown forming on his face while he patienty waited for your response while you felt crazy embarassed by the hidden confession of him touching himself to you too.

"I'll listen to anything you have to say, Seungmin."

You both smiled. The world outside didn't exist anymore, it was just you and Seungmin, in your bed, naked, about to make your fantasies happen.

You didn't even register his hand lowering down until you felt his fingers caress your cunt, lazily going through your folds. Gosh, you were so wet and he was still waiting, but he was just afraid that you would disappear with him waking up. But you were real, so real that when your whimpers reached his ears he hid in the crook of your neck to not let you hear his moan as a response.

Seungmin let one finger enter you, your legs becoming rigid around him from the sudden decision. After two pumps he added a second, curling them upwards and making them dance inside you. Where was prince Seungmin of few second before? Well, if he was going to fuck you like that you didn't really care. He took his thumb over your clit, slowly circling it and feeding off of your sounds. He didn't forget what you were doing before all that sweet talk; Seungmin beside being a man of few words, was a man with certain needs too.

"Open your legs wider dove, please" and you did as told, without even thinking about your actions, his words becoming your law.

He went down, down, down, until you saw his face at the same level of your pussy, with his fingers long gone from inside you, now smering your juices around his lips, licking them after.

Was he… really Kim Seungmin, your roommate? The most normal man you've ever encountered? He looked too hot doing that. But you needed to learn to not let your guard down with him: his fingers were inside you again, pumping faster than before. It was a bit embarassing that you were already about to cum, but you realized that he interrupted your orgasm few minutes before, after all.

"Min-" you tried to make him slow down by grabbing his wrist, but he was abviously tronger, and your attempts did nothing to his determination to have you seeing the entire galaxy during the afternoon. Yes, with him it was possible. He looked at you, with a soft smile that wasn't really suitable considering what you were doing.

"Don't worry y/n. Give it to me."

And again, you did what you were told. There was just something about his calmness, his gaze, the way he was playing you like his precious guitar, that made you squeeze your eyes shut and gush around his digits. Seungmin was happy, like the luckiest man on the planet. He was smiling like a child in front of a pile of candy. And he thought of you as a candy indeed, getting closer to your glistening cunt and licking it clean with long, slow motions of his tongue, silent moans making your vision blur.

But it wasn't fair. He was making you feel like a spoiled princess, and he was still there with an uncomfortable erection while you were doing nothing for him.

"Let- let me help you too Min… please!" he reserved his attention to you, detaching from your core.

You managed to sit up, your head a bit dizzy while getting on your knees, waiting for him to lower his pants. You too, thought you prayed the right god looking up the sky once you saw his length. What made you bite your lip wasn't his cock per se, but the entirety of his body. Why did he try so hard to hide all that? But you thanked him for that, deep down. Who knows how you would've acted if you knew he was built like that…

Your train of thoughts came to an end when he stroked your cheek, looking at you with big loving eyes; you didn't waste any more time, delicately wrapping a hand around him while the other got caught with one of his.

He didn't say anything, but with a nod he let you know that you could go ahead. You left a short kiss on his tip. He shuddered: you were being even more gentle than he could ever imagine, more than he could try to recreate with his own hand while thinking of you. Your little kitten licks made his eyes roll to the back of his head, your mouth gradually wrapping around him made him curse under his breath while he squeezed the hand he was holding. Simply the vision of your sweet face taking his cock was a bit too much.

"I can't, y/n I can't" he delicately made you back up, sighing: "I want to be inside, sorry."

You started to breathe again after holding as much air as possible in your lungs, heart ready to drop. You giggled at his distress.

"You have any protection here?"

You pointed at your left: "on the bedside table. I-it's just in case, y'know, it's not like I actually put them to use!"

Seungmin chuckled at your comment, calmly climbing over you to reach the drawer.

"You're the first guy that doesn't complain about it."

"Because I'm not a guy. I'm a man for you."

Oh. Waves of arousal washed over you again.

Before you knew it he was lining himself with your entrance, kissing you with such fervor you felt like spinning. And before you knew it he was inside you. And before you knew it he was stretching you with care and attention, letting you moan past his shoulders while he concentrated on his thrusts. Your walls wrapping around his cock, welcoming him like he was meant to stay there.

"Min- feels so good Min…"

He picked up his pace, faintly moaning, almost afraid of you hearing how much he was enjoying that. Suddenly he left you empty, confusion taking place on your face, just to transform in shock as he made you flip with your back against his chest, going inside you all the way in one motion, directly hitting your sweet spot: oh, the angle was perfect, heavenly, he decided that after your yelp.

Seungmin started to thrust again with more meaning, keeping you up by wrapping an arm around your belly pressing down on it, and the other over your chest. You let your head drop against his shoulder, getting lost in your own pleasure.

"You're amazing y/n- perfect, perfect."

You started squeezing him, getting closer once again as you felt him throb inside you, and Seungmin let out a grunt, fucking you at a rougher pace not caring about you holding youself up just by gripping his arms.

He caught your lips again, and that was it. That kiss was the one that set you on fire, making you two release, silently, continuing to move one against the other even after the peak.

When you two calmed down he gently placed you down, quickly getting up and disappearing for a short time, coming back with your towel, his wrapped around his hips.

Not a word was exchanged while he carefully cleaned you, leaving a peck here and there making your smile get wider and wider. He covered you up, just to get under the covers with you and wrap you in a warm embrace while playing with your hair.

"Are you hungry?" he asked before pressing his lips on your temple.

"A little bit…"

"We didn't have breakfast."

"But it's late, we could have lunch now."

"What if we have breakfast and lunch. I need my girl to be full of energy."

You looked at him with the most beautiful expression he ever saw on your face.

"Then we can talk about how cute you look riding a pillow, and how you can ride my face the same way, yeah?"

The next five minutes consisted in Seungmin trying to convince you to remove your hands from your face hiding from embarassment to let him kiss you for the thousand time, with a whole new warm sensation spreading in your chest.

Maybe you thought you weren't close, but how he treated you was enaugh to let you know that you were so, so wrong. That Seungmin showed his love and appreciation through actions, and that he needed just few words. You found out that he was just limiting himself because he had a huge crush on you, and that he had more to give than what he showed to others… it just took the right people to let out his true potential. And one of those people was you.

If you were sure about his love for music and singing, well, you soon would become sure about his love for you.

[drdtblingsceo]

THEORY - ACE MARKEY & TAYLOR RILEY

DRDT chapter 2 episode 13 & 15 spoilers

THIRD death on his hands ??

Of course he could mean Arei, Levi and HIMSELF... But he doesnt

The " third " ( aka: frist ) death on his hands is his friend Taylor

Already in episode 13 we could find out that his friend is dead – " that you and I were "friends" is an insult to his memory. " – this could mean that Ace and Taylor arent friends anymore, but Ace would definitely word that that sentence differently. During Aces execution, at the very start, we can see a grave with name " Taylor Riley " ( Aces friend )

So I think that Ace ( accidentally ) caused Taylors death. Or atleast REALLY blames himself for it

What if whatever happened to Taylor is the root of Aces fear of death ??

[semisolidmind]

Ok I have a question and if I asked this before sorry my memory sometimes bad.

So you said peach's died on the journey with her husband's. How did she die? And did they get revenge for her. Also at this point you would think peach's is there soulmate but peach's not liking it.

And dose she have a Mark of how she died as a brith Mark?

And what was Macaqa and sun frist meating with peach's like?

I really love your work

(tw, slight mention of blood and gore)

went on a bit of a tangent :)

reader was killed during a demon ambush. everybody was busy fighting the demons, and while reader was hiding, one of the demons escaped the warlords' notice. she didn't even have time to scream. it killed her, and then took and ate her body.

macaque was the first to realize her absence, of course. reader wasn't able to make much noise as she died, so he just thought she was scared, but... imagine his horror when he can't hear her heartbeat. he quickly dissapears into a shadow, leaving the fight behind. he checks where reader was hidden, and finds only a small puddle of blood. his breathing quickens as he follows the blood a ways further into the woods. he can feel his rage and anguish growing.

there, in a clearing, a rogue wolf demon seems to have just finished its meal, it's tongue licking the excess gore from its teeth. shreds of reader's clothing lay scattered at its feet, along with her satchel and book.

macaque bears his teeth in an enraged snarl and roars at the stupid beast. struck by grief, he falls to his knees, pressing his hands to his face as tears gather in his eyes.

the sound of his anguish echoing against the trees was enough to summon his brother; wukong, covered in the gore of his slain enemies, appears at his side. the king takes quick stock of the situation, and comes to the same heart-shattering conclusion as macaque.

she's gone. she's gone and this wretched creature destroyed her.

reader is dead.

the rage he feels rivals the burning of the stars.

the two bring down the full fury of their combined might upon the wolf demon. the warlords drag out their dismantlement, tearing the stupid creature apart peice by peice. once the offending beast is little more than a visceral stain on the ground..

...the brothers hold one another, attempting to ground each other through the torrent of their pain. they've lost their one, their only.

their dear reader, their beloved peach....she's dead. all because they took their eyes off her for a second, all because they were made to come on this cursed journey. were they not charged with protecting that blasted monk, they could have prevented this. wukong and macaque come to the same conclusion; they will not soon forgive the ones who brought them here.

the monkey demons gather reader's things, holding them as gently as glass...it's all they have left of her. not even a body to bury back home on their mountain.

the other pilgrims need only see these items and the baleful, enraged, tear-stricken looks on their companions' faces to know what must have happened. wukong and macaque say nothing as the monk says a prayer for her.

the two leave for a while.

they don't come back for three months.

when they do return to the journey at the behest of the heavens, they are reserved. withdrawn. they keep to themselves, only intervening when the pilgrims are in danger they can't solve themselves.

———

the monkey king and the six-eared macaque complete the journey. they refuse their new titles; the rage that simmers in them is far too great for the roles they've earned.

the monkey warlords go home. they grieve, properly this time, alongside their subjects.

the next few hundred years are especially brutal for any enemies of flower fruit mountain and it's king. without his queen, he forgets what it means to be merciful.

———

many centuries later, wukong finds a little monkey demon boy, seemingly sprung from the same stone he did. wukong adopts him, names him xiaotian, and teaches him to become a ruthlessly efficient warrior.

the child grows up hearing the occasional story about the mountains' queen, a once-mortal woman who held his father's (and uncle's) heart in her hands. his caretakers can't bring themselves to speak about her often, but they speak softly and fondly when they do. he hears stories of her adventures on the mountain; how she made friends with her subjects, worked in the kitchens and orchards, and cared for the mountain's children.

both wukong and macaque tell xiaotian that reader would have loved him dearly.

the small shrine in the palace temple (a satchel, a heavy book with nothing written in it, a few scraps of bloodied cloth displayed next to daily offerings of peaches) and furniture in his father's room (the combs, hairpins, and perfume bottles untouched but lovingly dusted) don't tell him much about who "reader" was—but the stories from the people who knew her do.

he wishes he could've met her.

———

when the boy reaches a certain age, he asks to go stay in the mortal world. his father reluctantly agrees.

xiaotian goes to the city, battles the dragon girl mei, befriends her, and allows her to teach him how the city works. she takes him to a noodle shop belonging to one of her friends, a gruff but earnest pig demon named pigsy. there, he meets mei's other friends; a gentle blue giant named sandy (and his cat, mo), a studious yet freeloading human named tang—and a friendly human woman who works at the shop...

...who happens to be nicknamed reader.

[sorensouls]

God this works

Danny will stick by tenko no matter what after the accident

Danny is shigaraki/tenko fav person and adores his Lil brother

# 8 Mha x Dp

Danny does not know why Clockwork sent him to Japan in a different dimension he was born into a new family that was called Shimura. Danny was the youngest of three, and any mention of Heroes has been banned in the household, Danny has seen how mean their father is to Tenko, every time Tenko would get in trouble he would beat him and no one would help him Danny had tried to help him a couple of times but he has always pushed away and held back to keep him from getting in his father's way.

When Danny was 4 Hana had gotten him and Tenko and bought them to their father's office to show them something it was a picture of their grandma that was a hero. Later that day Danny had been outside playing with Tenko and Mon the dog when their father came out and he was mad, Hana had claimed that Tenko was the one to find and had shown her and Danny, Danny tried to tell the truth but he was not very good at Japanese. Their father pushed Danny away and started to hit Tenko, their father forced them back into the house and told them to leave Tenko outside. Danny was forced into his home for trying to blame Hana, later that day Danny would have his first death.

[daydreamer-in-training]

✨ WIP-List ✨

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I realy realy wanna write more, so i am holding myself accountable by making this WIP-List. 🫡 Some ideas are more fleshed out then others and i am a slow little potato so this might take a while!

A cup of hot Cocoa with whipped cream while you wait ? ✨

🌿SFW 🔥NSFW

Penguin x f!reader p2 🔥

✨ One-Shots ✨

A continuation of the previos one; confession of feelings; maybe 5-Times format; only an Idea atm

Shachi x f!reader 🔥

Shachi just can't manage to tell you how he feels and why are you avoiding him?!; DevilfruitUser! F!reader; Friends to Lovers; they are Idiots your honour; fluff; confession; frist time; in progress

Shachi x f!reader x Penguin 🔥

Shachi was gone on a mission for a week without you and Penguin, so you two want to surprise him with something special; Porn with little Plot; You, Peng and Shachi are in a Relationship; anal; toys; Doublepenetration; crrampie; only an Idea atm

Priest!Sanji x f!reader

At this point this is just porn with little plot and a very vague and smutty Idea, medival!AU, religious themes; i might add plot around it; only an Idea atm

Multi-Chapter Fics 💪🏻

Sabo x Marine f!reader 🔥🌿 (dunno yet)

Childhood Friends to Enemies to Idiots to Lovers; this Man needs more fics written about him!

Sabo wasn't the only one that lost his memories after you got separated from the three Brothers as children, your live as a high ranking Marine Officer is turned into question when you see him again in Dressrosa, the Revolutionary Army takes you in after you get badly insured and you find yourself in a clash of your Belives as a Marine and your Feelings for the Flameemperor as your memorys resurface; might change the premiss a bit; needs more thinking and structure !

Trafalgar Law x Strawhat! Reader 🌿🔥

Working title: Words unsaid

Constant snarky comments and quips is the only thing you two share for a long time; Law is afraid of his feelings and so are you; the man needs a hug your honour; mutual pining, slowburn; Short Multi-Chapter?; First things written down but needs more thinking

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Let Me Do Your Hair M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Being best friends with the triplets and dating Matt has come with some unforgettable memories which brings you to the best memory you could never forget, going on tour with them. Throughout the whole experience of tour not only have you visited states you haven't been to before but you also shared a new sense of personal satisfaction with the triplets in your guys friendship, the relationship strengthening because you guys literally are sharing a common space on a tour.

This brings you to the last show located in their home town of Boston. You guys are currently at the venue for tonights show running through a dress rehearsal making sure everything is working smoothly before the fans start lining up for small talk and photos. You guys had finally gotten a small break to catch your breath, sitting on the couches that were in the dressing room next to the small talk area.

"baby can i do your hair"

matt softly asks you as you are sitting on the carpeted floor in between his legs in front of the brown leather couch.

"no babe i dont want to redo my hair before small talk"

you whine out because it was true you didn't want to redo the lazy style you put it up in with your basic brown claw clip that perfectly coordinates with the brown and pink fresh love set you ironically borrow from Matt's closet.

"come on please and if you dont like it then you can put this back in"

he persuades you referring to the claw clip you had in your hair. you eventually give and let him do so.

"there is no way you actually let him do your hair and I don't even where he is even going with this style"

nick speaks up as chris subtly agrees with him by nodding his head.

"shut up nick"

matt complains still keeping focus on the task at hand.

"guys stop i trust him"

you giggle responding to him. About 45 minutes matt had finished your hair which was just in time to start heading to your guys designated tables for small talk. You couldn't lie he did a really good job on it *reference*

You guys made your way to your table immediately getting a sneak peek at the line of screaming fans in the aisle lined up.

You guys were about halfway through the fans receiving endless gifts and hugs from everyone and shocking lots of compliments on your hair and how it looked for the show tonight.

'hi oh my goodness your so pretty"

you exclaim with open arms as the next fan makes her way to your table.

"oh my god hi i love you so much"

she exclaims back hugging you and then handing the poster she wanted you to sign.

"oh my i love you more"

you exclaim as you lean over momentarily to sign the poster in front of you.

"are you enjoying everything so far"

you ask trying to make the most of the time in between.

"yes"

she nervously squeaks out.

"thats good"

you trail off standing up and handing her back her poster, smiling at her.

"yeah"

she states.

"come here give me another hug youre too cute"

she reply opening your arms as she gives you another hug.

"your hair looks amazing by the way"

she compliments as she pulls away from you as you lightly giggle.

"thank you well dont tell anyone but matt actually did it"

you chuckle adoring the eye contact the girl was giving you loving that she felt comfortable enough have a normal conversation with you not as a celebrity but as a regular person.

"no way matt"

she giggles along with you as you nod your head.

"yeah well its good to see you enjoy the rest of the night"

you states waving your hand to her as she walks out of the small talk area.

Time Skip

"Okay guys we are going to do a QnA Session"

nick confidently speaks into the microphone as you all are walking around waiting for the first question.

"okay frist question is for matt's girlfriend oh my 'how did matt ask you out'"

chris asks reading the first question off of a slip of paper as everyone focuses their attention on you.

"oh wow um well we knew each other in high school and middle school and he was like Ive known you forever and youre very pretty and-"

you trail off as Matt jaw drops and starts to speak

"i mean look at her"

matt shouts in the mic as you takes your hand twirling you around as the fans start screaming.

"oh my goodness get a room"

nick rolls his eyes.

"but he asked me out after school before cheer practice but yeah"

you sigh out as nick picks up the next question to read off.

"okay then next question for matt's girlfriend again 'who is your favorite out of us three"

nick chuckles out as the crowd starts screaming shouting out different answers.

"oh my god whoever asked this i don't like you"

you squeal out placing your hands on face.

"who you picking"

chris chuckles out.

"i cant pick guys no"

you state looking out into the crowd.

"you dont have to i just made that up"

nick chuckles as you let out a huge sigh of relief.

"oh thank god"

you huff out as you pick up the next question.

"okay um"

you trail off looking at the question first and start to giggle into the mic when you realize what the question read.

"what"

matt asks as he looks at chris and nick in complete confusion.

"okay so the next question is for me and it asks 'who did your hair today it looks really good' "

you read off as the crowd starts screaming as matt's face lights up knowing the answer.

"okay so i didnt do my hair-"

"well first do you guys like her hair tonight"

matt questions the crowd turning his mic away from him as they loudly scream affirming the answer was 'yes'

"well i did it for her"

matt states as the crowd continues to scream.

"what a great boyfriend"

"everybody say 'yeah matt' "

chris jokes out as nick chuckles into the mic as Matt goes over and hugs you and your blushing state. You let matt do your hair more often after that night.

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Can I request Ramattra, Genji and Hanzo headcannons of them saying 'I love you' for the first time? 💗

Here we go! Hope they're okay! Again, I apologise it took awhile to get to!

RAMATTRA

He wasn’t used to love, but when he felt strange, feeling his circuitry warming up just at the thought of you, he would scoff.

At first, he would dismiss the entire notion, never even letting it see the light of day. 

His sensors would go off every time he passed you, his systems heating up rapidly.

He’d do his best to avoid you, keeping his distance whenever possible. 

Overtime, however, he was beginning to feel drawn to you, not wanting to leave your side no matter what you were doing. 

He was like a clingy child, not wanting to let go of you no matter the circumstances. 

His feelings only grew as the days went by and he felt you shift in the same direction. 

The two of you would get closer each day but when you uttered the three words “I love you” he felt his omnic heart almost stop. 

He wasn’t sure what to say. 

Conflicted feelings rose - Did he love you? Is that the right term? Can a human and omnic really love each other? 

He noticed you were absent after not responding back to you, and he felt guilty.

No matter what he would try, nothing seemed to make you happy. Small gifts, flowers, even handmade items didn’t give you the spark he had hoped. 

He felt like he had fucked up, but a few nights after his last attempt to make you smile, he sat down and thought long and hard about everything. 

Over the night, he went through his memory files, going over the files with a fine tooth comb, searching for clarification. 

As he kept watching, he’d noticed the way you smiled, the way your eyes sparkled no matter the light around you. The softness of your skin against his metal frame whenever you hugged him. 

Gradually, he learned that he did love you. 

He left his room, seeking you out and when he found you, he didn’t hesitate, although he was nervous for the first time in his life. 

“I love you.” 

It came as a shock to you, but to him, it felt like he finally had another purpose to his life. 

His fans whirred loudly, his systems heating up as if he was blushing. 

“I love you.” 

He repeated it again, more for himself. A confirmation of his feelings towards you. 

“I love you.” 

They were words he never thought he’d say, especially towards a human.

GENJI

He never hesitated. Straight up just told you. 

“I love you.” 

While his heart was racing, every sort of love emotion flooded through him. 

He watched on, gauging your reaction and when you returned the gesture, his heart felt like thumping out of his chest. 

He hadn’t exactly known you long, but he knew that he had feelings towards you. 

It wasn’t like anything he had felt before. 

This wasn’t like him, and everyone knew it, but he didn’t want to lose you.

His playboy days were over, he had someone he truly loved. 

Everything about you was everything he had ever wanted. 

“I love you.”

Every day when he’d wake up, he’d tell you how much he loved you. 

Every night before bed he’d tell you the same. 

He was giddy, like a school kid coming home for the holidays. 

He would always remind you, especially on days when you were feeling low. With his arms wrapped around you, he’d offer you comfort, listing all the reasons as to why he loved you. 

Sometimes he felt like he was being obnoxious, quietening down some days and not expressing his love, but when you asked him and told him you missed it, he’d instantly chirp back up. 

You were like a drug to him and he wanted you. Seeing your smile only made him want you more. 

He would never forget the frist time he expressed his love for you. The first “I love you” would be engrained within his memory for as long as he lived.

A nervous boy expressing their love for their crush, he thought, which would make him chuckle whenever he looked back on it. 

His heart would flutter each time he remembered it, and it brought him some peace and comfort each night before he slept.

HANZO

The archer would keep quiet, not wanting to move too quickly. 

His mind would wander to how he would say it. Was he to prepare dinner? Ask you out for the evening? You were just friends with him, did you even think of him the same way?

He would overthink everything for days, eyes always vacant and looking off into the distance. 

He enjoyed being around you, he wouldn’t deny that. He enjoyed your very presence, wanting more as the days turned into weeks. 

No matter what he would think about, he couldn’t get you out of his head, even when he was meditating. 

He’d try to keep his composure as he asks you to join him up on the roof, something of which the pair of you did almost weekly. 

You thought nothing of it, thinking it was just the usual late night conversations. 

Hanzo, however, thought everything of it.

He even went the extra mile to prepare drinks and a small helping of food and snacks for when you were up there with him.

His heart was pounding in his chest. The last time he felt this nervous was several years ago after seeing his brother was still alive. 

He made his way to the roof, setting every down like everything had a place already.

When you arrived, the soft moonlight glow on your face, his heart skipped a beat. 

Cue the panic rising. 

He didn’t want to fuck things up, but the way you smiled as you noticed the arrangement brought some peace of mind. 

He watched you sit next to him and then the conversations started.

Hours went by as the two of you spoke, seeming as if you hadn’t seen him for months. 

It was a perfect night, and it was slowly building into the perfect moment. 

Hanzo waited, the silence practically deafening in his ears before he speaks out. 

“I love you.” 

When greeted with silence, he felt a pang of worry as he looked off to the side. 

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked-

When your hand caressed his cheek, pulling him to look a you before your lips connected with his, his cheeks grew instantly warm and red. 

It was all the confirmation he needed, hand coming up to behind your neck as he deepened the kiss.

“I love you too…”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Wereharpy Vaggie au idea rant thingy: Lute accidentally 'created' or 'awakened' wereharpy Vaggie when she cut out Vaggie's eye with angelic steel. le whoops?

secondary ideas: Exorcists and their weapons as re-purposed "sin-eaters", the remnants of the hell-touched winner souls who were torn apart when their job of saving sinners from sins was seen as a failure and being able to permanently destroy them instead was discovered. The original wereharpies were the Sin-Eaters, who gouged out one of their eyes with their bare hands as a final test of their commitment of giving themselves up to save sinners, and took on their more monstrous forms after absorbing and battling with the sins they devoured. Their refusal to switch from eating sins to murdering sinners ended up with them being torn apart by the Sera. Adam then was handed the re-shaped pieces of the Sin-Eaters in the form of Exorcists, while the talons were used to create the alloy that came to be known as heavenly steel, the only substance capable of permanently damaging or killing a soul. (only like can cut like)

Lute cutting out Vaggie's eye with a heavenly weapon, specifically after Vaggie had refused to kill a sinner, reawakening the scrap of the Sin-Eater Vaggie had once been part of, including her 'new' wereharpy form.

The more time Vaggie spent in Hell trying to save sinners the more her harpy form, and the Sin-Eater instincts ingrained into it, started to come out.

Vaggie thought this was some part of being an Exorcist stuck with her prey and worried her harpy self would start mindlessly killing sinners if set loose. She worked with Charlie to keep herself as much under lock and key during harpy time as possible. Meanwhile Charlie just assumed this was part of Vaggie's sinner form and was happy to help her manage it in a way that kept her from hurting others or worrying about hurting others.

Neither of them knew the full history of the Exorcists or Sin-Eaters.

which, given in more detail, maybe goes something like this:

Heaven is new and workshopping how to handle having "winner" souls enjoying their eternal reward up there. YAY!! First problem: Winners are sad when their friends and family die but don't end up in Heaven with them. :( First solution: Create sin-eaters to take on the sins of souls down in hell, specifically the ones vouched for by someone up in Heaven! In eating them the Sin-Eater strips the soul blank, memories ripped out and sorted with the bad ones remaining with the Sin-Eater and good ones stored safely in Heaven while the soul is returned to Earth for another life and another chance at someday being with their former loved ones again- the memories of which will be returned once the soul arrives up in Heaven.

Perfect! How could this go wrong???

Snag number 1: Heaven born cannot sin or take on sins, so some Winners have to volunteer for the terrible job of going down to Hell and eating the souls, which isn't fun and will probably change the composition of their own soul. The Seraphim argue for a while if this can still count as being given eternal rest, but finally agree that they shouldn't deny the chance to any Winner that wants it. Some do, and the first Sin-Eaters are made.

Frist snag dealt with!

Snag number 2: Eating sins imbues the Winner soul WITH sins, obviously, staining their wings and tarnishing their halo and eventually twisting their entire physical form as well as leaving them with terrible memories and sinful thoughts haunting their minds. Sin-Eaters learn to focus wholly on their conviction of saving sinner souls, using the virtues to drown out the rising tide of sin in them, and their bodies warp into bird-of-prey and then harpy-like shapes in reflection of this. The Seraphim decide to make a dedicated area for the Sin-Eaters up in Heaven, both to shield other Winners from having to see them in their self-chosen suffering and to help maintain the concentration needed for the Sin-Eaters to contain their willingly taken-on sins.

Second snag.... mostly mitigated. The plan is still working. Continue.

Snag number 3: Lilith, with Lucifer's help, is working to make Hell a place that can be fun to live in actually, a place where no vice is taboo and no punishment can be worse than what's already happened. It becomes a place of power, passion, and personal freedom, sins as things that don't JUST have to cause suffering, and if the people around sinners aren't the nicest well no one really is and getting your head cut off means a lot less when you'll just pull yourself back together again. Some sinners start getting chopped into pieces for fun, even! In fact some sinners like their life in Hell so much they run from the Sin-Eaters that come for them, even when told this is happening on the request of someone who loved them in life and that a second chance at Heaven is waiting for them if they just HOLD STILL AND LET THEMSELVES GET EATEN FOR A MOMENT. Not many sinners do. First, sounds too good to be true. Second-Give up what they already have for something that only MIGHT happen? A lot of sinners don't like the odds on that, or the idea of losing their memories of the people they've met and befriended in Hell. Running from Sin-Eaters turns into fighting them. The Sin-Eaters are powerful though so that doesn't work so well.

Snag number three is. Kinda still there. And about to get Worse.

Snag 4: It turns out a soul can die. As sinners put more thought and effort into fighting off Sin-Eaters they start actually hurting them. Boons with the Queen of Hell give them very limited abilities to try fending off the Sin-Eaters who want to take them from Lilith's realm. It's not enough to really damage the Sin-Eaters, but it stops them in their tracks and makes some Sin-Eaters defend themselves on reflex. Which is when snag number four comes in like a wrecking ball- Because the souls torn apart by a Sin-Eater's talons do NOT pieces themselves together afterwards. They stay dead. And not only do they stay dead, their sins unravel into demonic energy and are released into the surrounding area, imbuing the fellow sinners with power and denying the Sin-Eaters anything to devour or save. Instead of reweaving the threads of a sinner's soul the threads are SEVERED. The Sin-Eaters are horrified. This isn't want they wanted, but apparently taking on parts of other souls (absorbing them, not chaining them) can distil a soul to the point that it tears apart other souls with it's own existence. (like a black hole that used to be a star collapsing under it's own weight and slowly devouring other stars in turn) The sinners are upset about all this for a hot second before realizing that having free floating demonic power in hell means ppl can take it for themselves. The ones that manage to claim this power now find themselves with the power to give their own very specific boons- and to do even more than that, for the right price. Power in Hell shifts slightly away from it's King and Queen and lesser nobility of the hellborn demons as the first Overlords rise up and start bartering souls from and among their fellow sinners, with all limitations on self defense removed from the abilities they can grant. Meaning sinners are powerful and can attack unprovoked if they want to. And oh, do a lot of them WANT to.

Not good! The Seraphim do NOT like seeing this!!!

Snag 5: Hell is suddenly getting MORE powerful, able to resist Heaven's will with force and self-cannibalize to condense power down among it's WORST and most ambitious sinners- But at least the solution is also part of the problem here. Adam, always grumpy about the idea of giving any kind of second chance to the "losers" his ex is SO proud of, floats the very obvious but also drastic idea of just, y'know, killing MORE sinner souls. Sure it'll free up more power for the Overlords, but that'll just make them fight each other over it even more, and hey, none of souls returned to Earth a second time have made it into Heaven anyway! Why not split the difference? "Free" souls from eternal torment by killing them, reduce the numbers Hell has at it's command, make more Overlords to fight the Overlords that are already running around. And maybe have some FUN with all it!

Sera thinks this plan might work....

Snag 6: The other Seraphim disagree, and so do the Sin-Eaters.

Snag 7: Sin-Eaters are losing control over the accidental soul killing, their sense of conviction shattered by this sin that they did not take on but CREATED with their own actions, they scream. The virtues they've been propping themselves up with like scaffolding crumble under the weight of sin and the need to confess it to the loved ones of those they killed. This need drives them into mindlessly trying to break free from their section of Heaven. Sera concedes to the other Seraphim that the Sin-Eaters cannot be asked to kill more souls.... ...but she also convinces guardians of Heaven that the other heavenly souls should not be burdened with knowledge of or guilt over sins they did not commit. The Sin-Eaters must be stopped. In the end the power of the sins proves too much to cage or chain and Sera herself rips the Sin-Eaters apart.

Well. That didn't end great. At least it's over through, right?

Snag 8: Sera still agrees with Adam's plan and has an idea of her own for how to make it happen. To create an army close-knit and bloodthirsty enough both to stand ready at Heaven's defense and have earned the pain that entails, Sera reforms the pieces of the original Sin-Eaters into the Exorcists- taking Adam's preferences into account, seeing as he will be taking responsibility of them from here on out. The resulting angelic women are armed with the weapons forged from the Sin-Eater's talons, and each year Adam leads them down to hell to Exterminate as many sinners as they can. He gives them cool horned masks to wear to match his own, since they're his girls after all, but adds the "stitched shut mouth" (they're not Sin-EATERS anymore and won't be spilling ANY secrets) and "missing eye" (which he has to admit DID look badass) details as an inside joke for himself to snicker at. As far as the rest of Heaven is concerned, the Exorcists are a host of Heaven born soldiers incapable of killing souls but willing to lay down their own lives defending them, and any resemblance to the Sin-Eaters is a only a memorial honoring those poor souls Heaven could not save.

Only Sera and Adam know the truth.

Now Adam is dead, and many Exorcists with him, and even IF Sera wanted to try undoing what has been done by piecing back together the souls she cut apart, hoping they might heal now the truth they died trying to confess to has come out... she can't.

That feeling, the drive all Exorcists take strength from, the need to be part of something bigger than themselves- it can't be fixed.

They can never be part of the whole that they once were.

But... maybe Vaggie is proof they can still help the sinner souls they so devotedly wanted to save. Maybe this new way is even better than the one that made them what they were.

Maybe the rest of the truth will come out someday, but until then, wereharpy Vaggie slowly feeling more protective of than bloodthirsty for the sinners living in her and Charlie's hotel is a something she can be relieved about. It's nice having friends. She's glad she doesn't want to kill them so much anymore.

(she doesn't know what that urge to feast on them really is meant for)

(so instead of taken their sins from them, she and Charlie go on trying to help the Hazbins live with and grow beyond their pasts instead)

(and. it. works.)

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Our longing love

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𓄹⠀𓈒⠀ㅤׄ glorfindel x top!reader ⋆.˚ ⠀ㅤ𓄼

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Emile Anderson - Glorfindel ( tentative)

( synopsis. ) You are the sixth Istari sent to Middle-earth, a Maiar of Mandos. You met Glorfindel in the Halls of Mandos, and shared a deep romantic bond with him. When he was sent back for his second life in Middle-earth, no one ever imagined that he would meet you again in Imladris.

( tags. ) top!reader , bottom!glorfindel , Istari reder , using fingers , climax , male reader , soft , smut , friend to lover.

( a/n. ) i found out somebody request this- (My frist time wrtiting)

You never realized just how important you became in his life. The beautiful memories between you and him are always circling in his mind.

From the moment he met you after his death in the Halls of Mandos.

You are the shining light, radiant and calm, just like your Valar. You are his sanctity. Even the kiss you left on his lips imprinted upon his soul.

Oh... you made him pray to the goddess of the stars, Varda, but it seems the one who listened to him was the just Lord Mandos.

Until today, his prayers will come true.

The afternoon sky, bathed in sunlight, slowly shifted westward. After three long days of patrol, Glorfindel was desperate to ride his trusted steed back to Imladris. Yet, this time, there was something different, something special about the journey home.

Upon arrival, Glorfindel wasted no time issuing orders for the patrol to disperse before heading to report to Lord Elrond of Imladris. His golden armor shimmered brilliantly under the sun, and as he approached, a familiar sight caught his eye—a tall gray hat. In an instant, he recognized Gandalf, the Gray Wizard. But it was not Gandalf who made his heart skip a beat.

Eru, was he hallucinating?

His heart thundered in his chest, loud enough that even the sixth Istari, the enigmatic figure conversing calmly with Lord Elrond, might have noticed.

You were different.

But you were unmistakably you.

The one who made him hope for the halls of Mandos once more.

You were unlike any other Istari—no flowing, aged robes or dwarven-like beard. You seemed... human, more so than the last time he saw you. But he recognized you immediately.

You noticed him too. Your eyes met his, and a small smile played at the corner of your lips. Your movements were quiet and deliberate, but in a blink, you stood before him.

"Glorfindel," you greeted softly, your voice warm and familiar.

He swallowed hard, his usual composure faltering. He stammered, trying to form words, but you spoke first.

"It's been a while, Laurëfindil."

Eru, he was about to faint.

His cheeks burned, and the sound of your voice made him feel like a young elf again, inexperienced and hopelessly infatuated.

"Y-Yes," was all he managed to say.

You leaned closer, your breath brushing his ear as you whispered, "I’ll come to you tonight."

"Will you—will you really?" he asked, breathless.

You didn’t answer, only smiled before leaving him standing there, flushed and dumbstruck, under the curious gazes of Lord Elrond and the twins. Embarrassment surged through him, and he quickly excused himself, retreating with all the speed he could muster.

In the solitude of his chambers, he found himself scrubbing fervently in the bath, as if preparing for a sacred rite. The thought of you made the tips of his ears redden beneath his golden hair.

When evening fell, he caught glimpses of you from across the dining hall, though no chance to speak arose. It wasn’t until he returned to his quarters and heard the soft knock—knock, knock—that his heart leapt.

You had arrived.

Was he presentable enough?

Glorfindel barely realized how flustered he was as he opened the door. Before he knew it, he had thrown himself into your arms. He couldn’t recall the moment he surrendered to the strength of your embrace, but he knew he had longed for it, for you, deeply and fervently.

"Eru, you’re still as endearing as ever," you murmured, your lips curving into a gentle smile as you pressed your nose to his golden hair, planting a tender kiss there as though it were a treasure.

"I-I missed you. I’ve waited for the day I could return to Valinor—for you," he whispered, nuzzling against your chest. The door behind him clicked shut as if sealing him away with you, in your world.

His lashes fluttered closed as he rested in your arms. He would give himself to you entirely.

You laughed softly, holding him securely. Your strength, the firmness of your embrace, stirred thoughts in him that were unbecoming of an elf of his stature—thoughts he dared not voice but could not banish.

Who would have guessed you could reduce him to feeling like an inexperienced youth once more?

You led him to the bed, yet nothing untoward passed between you—not yet.

The night was spent in quiet conversation, sharing tales of the centuries that had kept you apart. He lay against your chest as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His bright eyes gleamed with warmth, his golden hair cascading like a waterfall over your shoulder.

Your gaze, unwavering and fond, made his lips curl into a shy, innocent smile. Yet Eru, even as he basked in your presence, his mind betrayed him with images unfit for an elf.

He imagined how it would feel to have your arms wrap around him, holding him as he lay beneath you, waiting for the heat of your touch to fill the void within him.

The thought made him flush deeply, his ears burning crimson. He swallowed hard, wondering what it would feel like to have your hands, your fingers exploring the places he had kept sacred.

He had never experienced such things.

But he wanted to.

And you would be the only one he would ever give himself to.

Glorfindel sat atop your chest, his hips tilting back to press into the friction between your hand and his lower body.

His pants had vanished, leaving only a loose, silky long-sleeved shirt that hung just to his thighs. His lashes fluttered closed.

His lips pressed together as if to stifle any embarrassing sounds from escaping-sounds that might disturb the neighbors. After all, elves have excellent hearing.

You can see his blunt cheeks when you tease him with a juicy finger. Who knows how well he responds to your finger when it stretches through his butt.

Glorfindel's , stingy, hard nipples, rancid under his slippery fabric with your chest and grip your hair tightly, surging you down to catch his poor lips.

Your mouth is like his paradise. Your touch circling him makes him tremble like a bullied rabbit.

Your finger acts excellently. It bothers and causes his thought to fade and think of the acacia of how deep your finger gets into him. His wall strangles around your finger, tightening every time his finger presses around.

You just teased him. Press your finger in his butt while your mouth occupies his cavity.

He was extremely obsessed, almost unconscious. Until — "Ahh!"

His sweet moan survived the longing kiss. His butt is crushed towards you like a rabbit that has been raised by his master.

You find his sensitive sweet kiss easily. His wall nibble to get your finger to touch like this, raging in.

He fussed out the clams, moaning together with a hug around your neck, like finding a mosquito in the midst of this distraction.

He wants to know what it will be like if what's in him is not your finger. But your thick chicken bar that makes you dream.

His slippery long-sleeved shirt was skinned up until he saw the stiff, rancid nipples that twitched to your touch.

His chicken betrayed him by sharpening the pearl colored liquid. The steep hill plows on your belly and demands your muscles to work.

Now he is so beautiful and seductive that you can almost stop breathing.

His hands are sandwiched to the side of your cheek. His red pointed ear twitch His face was hot and his white body turned red like a plum.

He brings you near his bird for you to drink a beautiful pink candy on the top of his chest. Your other hand will not let him have to freeze when it pumps his cock until now. Glorffin is almost liquid as a jelly on his body.

Your fingers, your hands, your mouth, pamper him like a shift will make him exhausted until tomorrow's ridge.

"Hng! Don't-Don't stop"

He is fully outside. He is now yours

"Don't hold back my beautiful voice. Let them hear who my golden flower belongs to, Laurenfindel"

His eyes wide open. His walls fasten around your fingers, holding your fingers in him when everything is raging, wandering at him. Until his tens of thousands of years of innocence is lost with your hands.

"I-hngggg, I'm done (your name)! Ah-ahhh!"

His pearl colored water shed on your hands. His belly was blurred by his curls and he made a beautiful moan at his ear, until it was almost impossible to stop.

You kissed his forehead and rubbed his cheeks lightly. His golden hair group looks messy. No. — He looks messy on your chest.

"So beautiful, my flower"

You compliment him and withdraw his finger from his butt. Then gently massage at his beautiful soft entrance.

He fell down and tucked his face on your bouncing stall. His body is not shaking. And his chest rises and falls heavily from trying to breathe.

He is liquid on your body. He is yours.

During your thoughts, the floating mule can sense his mischievous hands. His beautiful blue eyes, like the spoon, look at you lustfully, but they hide it with a glow.

Glorfindel's magefully lips will speak with a hoarse voice from this blissful activity.

"Can I give you some flavor?"

After tonight, the elves in Imladris look at Lord Glorfindel and you with strange eyes.

dividers ➵ @chachachannah @anitalenia @cafekitsune

[caelium-moth]

Rainworld Enot/Inv/Gorbo. Backgroud inspired by memory crypts. This is my frist more rendered artwork too!

[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover part 1

This is the sequel to lust filled thoughts. Looking for a beta

Sanji yawned as he excited the bathroom, his hair still damp from his shower. He would love a nap, but he had far too much to get done today. He slipped into the galley, and Mr. Noddles starched from where he was curled up on the same stoll from yesterday and hopped down, meowing up at him.

“Are you hungry boy? Ready for breakfast?” Sanji opened the fridge and took out butter, the marmalade since he hasn't had the time to make more jam, whole sardines, chicken, a bit of liver and kidney for Mr. Noodles breakfast. He would need to dehydrate the organ meats to use for Mr. Noodles food, that way he had it readily available. If they could get fresh game that would be prefect.

Sanji placed the dish on the floor and Mr. Noddles attack the food in a very Luffy esce style. He turned his attention to the stove to start his breakfast while he planed the crews meals for the day.

He took a seat with his tea, toast and notebook. He keep a running list of everything about the ship, he could make shakuka for brekasfast with extra meat for luffy, tuna poke bowls for lunch with tuna steaks for luffy, maybe some ricotta and lemon pasta for dinner again extra for the bottomless pit of a Captain, semla for dessert. He had some fresh cardamom pods he wanted to use and it wasn't too sweet.

Sanji wanted to keep busy today so he wouldn't have time to think about last night. He felt embarrassed that he had gotten so upset at Zoro last night. It was a mix of things, he had been mocked during sex before and hated it, unfortunately with Zoros green hair it had also brought back memories of Yonji. Every if his shity family wasn't shitty he wouldn't want to think of them during sex.

While in the middle of mixing the paste with the cabbage, a pair of arms warped around his waist and a head rested between his shulder blades. Zoro muzzled againt the back of his shirt like a giant cat.

“Wow your up early, thught you'd still be sleeping,”

“Couldn't sleep any more after you left,” the green haired swordsman mumbled. “Why do you have to wake so early anyway?”

“I'm used to it, I like to have a bit of time to myself to drink tea, eat and plan out the meals for the day, some of us actually ha e jobs Marimo,” Sanji couldn't help but tease.

“Hey! I have a job, I'm the frist mate I protect the crew,” Zoro lifted his head and placed it on sanjis shulder. “It's to fucking early start shit Ero-cook,”

“Here,” Sanji held up a gloved hand, a pice of kimchi in his fingers. “Try this see if you like it before the fremastion,” Zoro allowed Sanji to feed him a bit of the red coated cabbage leaf.

“Mmm little spicy but good, more?”

“It's not that spicy, here have a piece of the core,” Sanji gave him another piece.

“Hmm maybe you just burned all your taste buds off, more,” Zoro demanded, his mouth open and waiting.

“Here the middle part, it's got the core and a leaf, next I'll let you try a piece of radish but that's it,” Sanji popped the piece into the swordsman's mouth.

“Stingy,” Zoro spoke before chewing after he ate the radish he spoke again. “I like that one it's crunchy,”

[minnie--verse]

First Date (Bang Chan x Reader)

!!PT 1!!

summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort.

general warnings:  barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.

word count: ~5.2k 

chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, frist meets.

author's note: I have literally never written fanfiction before BUT I wrote this for my best friend, Baylee!! So anyway, I am so terribly sorry if this is bad! Please comment any errors/thoughts about the work!

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The blaring alarm pierced through the veil of your dreams, a relentless assault on the peace that only moments ago had surrounded you. Groggily, you fumbled on the nightstand for the offending device, your hand clumsily slapping at the snooze button in a desperate attempt to silence the intrusion before your hand slips and it falls off your night stand, alarm still blaring.

“God damn it…” You curse under your breath as a resentful sigh leaves your lips. Reluctantly, you threw off the warmth of the covers and reached for your phone, the bright screen reading 4:30AM. Your body was protesting the untimely disturbance as the coldness in the air replaced the coziness of your bed. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow through the curtains, felt like a sanctuary you were being forcibly expelled from. The cool floor beneath your feet served as a stark reminder that the inviting embrace of your bed was now just a fading memory.

As you stood there, the harsh reality of the impending workday began to settle in. The day ahead loomed like an insurmountable mountain, and as much as you didn’t want to go make coffee for stuck up business men and housewives with too much time on their hands, you promised to open the shop this morning and you were absolutely kicking yourself for it. 

Dragging yourself toward the bathroom, you squinted against the bright light, your reflection in the mirror a testament to the reluctant and incredibly rude awakening. With each passing minute, the realization that the sanctuary of sleep was slipping away. The only thing keeping you moving was knowing you got to have a free cup of coffee as soon as you got there.

The clock ticks, the seconds slipping away, and with each passing moment, the inevitable draws nearer. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating the merits of calling in sick, but reality nudges you with a firm reminder of bills and responsibilities. With a heavy sigh, you brush your teeth and hair as you attempt to blink away the grogginess in your eyes. The morning routine is a series of half-hearted motions. Your reflection in the bathroom mirror wears the exhaustion of someone who'd rather be doing anything but going to work.

The uniform feels like a straitjacket, but you squeeze into it, donning the required apron with a resignation that accompanies the mundane. As you lace up your shoes, you can almost hear the distant and antagonistic laughter of those still wrapped in the warm embrace of their dreams.

The walk to work is a slow march, the chilly air of Seoul biting at your skin. The vibrant sunrise paints the sky, a cruel juxtaposition to your muted mood. The comforting scent of freshly ground coffee wafts from the shop, a mixed blessing as it both heralds the start of another day and wraps you in the familiar embrace of your workplace as you tuck yourself behind the counter swiftly.

The clock on the wall ticks accusingly as you rush through the door, a whirlwind of apologies already forming on your lips. Your boss, Changbin, glances up from behind the counter, an amused smirk playing on his lips. He raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"Late again, huh?" he teases, the playful lilt in his voice betraying the mock severity of his expression.

You roll your eyes, trying to catch your breath. "Traffic was ridiculous, Changbin. I swear, the universe conspires against my punctuality."

Changbin leans against the counter, crossing his arms with a knowing smile. "The universe, huh? Must be a powerful force to reckon with."

You shoot him a playful glare, knowing you're caught in the act of making excuses. "Well, you know, the universe has its ways."

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, Miss Universe, we'll let it slide this time. But don't make it a habit. The coffee shop can't run on fashionable tardiness alone."

You feign offense, placing a hand over your heart. "Fashionable tardiness is an art form, Changbin. A rare talent that only a select few possess."

He laughs, the tension dissipating like steam from a freshly brewed cup. "Well, I suppose we're lucky to have such a talented individual on our team,” He says with a sarcastic grin. “Now, go work your magic behind the counter before the suburban moms revolt.”

You give him a mock salute, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Consider it done, Captain Changbin. The coffee revolution will have to wait for another day."

Customers trickle in, their orders becoming a monotonous hum. With each espresso shot pulled, you feel a little more awake, a little more alive. The routine becomes a rhythm, a dance with the coffee machines. And as you hand over that first latte of the day, you realize that despite the initial reluctance for starting the day, there's a certain satisfaction in being part of the daily grind. And to which, you let out a small laugh at your own pun and shake your head before glancing back up to be met with the next customer.

At first glance, you were greeted with chocolatey brown eyes that crinkled a little as he smiled at you politely. He looked friendly, giving you a small bow of the head, “Hey, how are you?” 

He’s australian… bonus points in addition to his looks.

“I’m well, thanks for asking,” You say, returning the head nod to him, “what can I get for you?” You smile, tucking a marker behind your ear as you ready yourself at the register for his order.

“Ah… can I just get that last blueberry muffin?” He asked, pointing into the display case below the register before putting his hands in his pockets. 

“Anything to drink with that?” You say as you slide open the glass pane and pick up the muffin with some tongs, gently sliding it into a brown paper bag and setting it on the counter.

“I’m not huge on coffee or tea, so…” He laughs slightly, his head dropping to his chest in slight embarrassment as he meets your gaze again. 

“We have some lemonade refreshers if you want? They’re low on caffeine but still wake you up a bit--” You say, picking up a cup and slipping the marker out from your ear.

“Sure, why not,” the man smiles at you, his eyes flicking between you and the cup in your hands. 

“Cool, and your name?” You ask with a smile, as you bite down on the lid to the marker, pulling it off to write on the glass for the baristas to know what to make and who it’s for. 

“Bang Chan--” He starts, stopping himself and then pulling a hand out of his pocket to wave a dismissal at you, “--but Chan is fine,” He says as he watches you scribble across the glass. 

So his name is Chan. You look across his features again, keeping the observations brief. Your eyes squint with your smile, Chan suited him so well, you thought, gently putting the parker lid back on before tapping away at the screen. 

You read him his total aloud and he pays for his drink, he thanks you again before moving on to take a seat at the back of the cafe. You watch him take a seat and glance at you from time to time as you keep working.

The steam wand hisses to life as you expertly froth milk for a latte, your wrist tilting the pitcher with a finesse that comes from countless repetitions. The espresso machine purrs, a reliable companion in the creation of the morning elixir. As you pull shots of espresso, the deep, earthy fragrance fills the air, a testament to the craftsmanship embedded in each cup.

A regular approaches, and you already know their order – a double shot of espresso with just a hint of foam. You exchange a friendly nod, your hands working in a fluid motion to fulfill their daily ritual. The clatter of coins in the tip jar is a satisfying punctuation to the routine.

You glance at the clock, realizing your shift is winding down. With the lingering scent of coffee beans in the air, you start the familiar routine of cleaning up your station, wiping down the counters with practiced efficiency.

Changbin sidles up to you, a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. "Working hard or hardly working, huh?" He quips, a smile on his lips.

You play along, feigning a look of innocence. "Oh, you caught me. I was just practicing my world-famous coffee artistry in my daydreams."

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against the counter, "I hope those daydreams involve latte hearts and not forgetting to restock the sugar packets."

You give him an exaggerated gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "Restocking? You mean we can't just survive on the sheer charm of our baristas?"

Changbin grins, shaking his head. "As much as I'd love to believe that, I think our customers prefer their coffee with a side of sugar and not just sweetness from the staff."

You both share a laugh, the friendship you both built through countless cups of coffee evident. As you finish the last few tasks, Changbin glances at the clock. "Alright, time to clock out. Any big plans for the rest of your day?"

You give a playful shrug, "Maybe a daring rendezvous with my couch and a good book. The glamorous life, you know."

He nods in mock approval, "Sounds thrilling. Don't party too hard, now."

With a wink and a wave, you make your way to the time clock. As you punch out, the banter lingers behind as Changbin starts bickering with another coworker of yours. You let out a sigh of relief as you take your jacket off the hook and slip out from behind the counter, you glance to the back of the cafe once more, seeing Chan hadn’t moved from his seat.

You let out a huff of amusement through your nose as you watch him nod his head to the music in his headphones, mindlessly folding the receipt you’d given him into a tiny little triangle. His finger held it up by one point while the other point was against the table, his eyes fixated on the little paper football as he readied his other hand to flick it before choosing not to and letting it fall to the table with a limp.

Without really thinking you plop down into the seat across from him, making two ‘L’ shapes with your hands for a field goal. Chan’s eyes look up at you over his cup, furrowing his brows at you as he looks between your eyes and your hands. You nod your head to the paper football, letting a small smile creep across your face. 

“Did you make the football just to make it, or did I sit down for nothing?”  You say with a laugh as you lift your hands up and shake the field goal you made with your fingers.

As you take a seat, he motions to the small paper football on the table, "So, what's your experience level? Beginner, intermediate, or paper football prodigy?"

You chuckle, appreciating his easy going nature, "Let's go with intermediate. I've had my fair share of competitive matches in my day."

He raises an eyebrow, feigning skepticism, "Oh, we've got a pro here. Well, prepare to face the champion."

Chan holds the triangle up with his forefinger as he lines up his shot, slouching in his chair as he squeezes his left eye shut. He flicks it and it goes between your fingers, “told you,” He says as he sits back up with a smug look on his face while you reach down to your lap and pick up the football. 

“Hey-- I never doubted you, I just said I’ve had my fair share of matches,” You let out a laugh as you ready for your turn to flick it across the table. 

You send it flying, over-shooting the goal and Chan letting out a small chuckle as he picks up the paper, “So do I get to know my opponent’s name anytime soon?” He says as he flicks it towards you, his eyes flicking up at you from your hands as you pick up the little paper.

“Y/N,” You say as you sink down into your chair to line up your shot, your tongue sticking out as you focus and send it flying through his hands. You glance up at him as he picks up the paper, “So are you like-- a part of a famous paper football league that I’ve not heard of?”

Chan lets out a small laugh at your question, and you watch his eyes crinkle on the outside as his smile meets his eyes, “If there was a league, I’d be famous by now and you would have had to ask me for my name at the register,” he says with a playful head nod as he continues to flick the paper back and forth between the two of you, “But unfortunately there’s not, so I make music.”

"You make music?" you ask with a teasing glint in your eyes, "I thought you were auditioning for NSYNC with that outfit."

He looks down at himself, an amused expression playing on his face. "What's wrong with my outfit? I thought it was a fashion statement."

You lean in, pretending to inspect his ensemble with exaggerated seriousness, "Well, if the statement is 'I'm bringing back the '90s,' then mission accomplished,” you bring your hands up to make air quotes with your fingers when you say that.

Chan laughs, taking the ribbing in stride. "Hey, the '90s had some iconic fashion. I'm just paying homage."

You join in the laughter, your teasing tone softening into a genuine smile. "Fair enough. I suppose every musician needs their signature look. Just don't start wearing bucket hats and frosted tips, okay?"

He raises an eyebrow, pretending to consider the suggestion. "Bucket hats and frosted tips, you say? I'll keep that in mind for my next music video."

You let out a laugh and purposefully flick the paper towards Chan’s face, “Music is probably my favorite thing in the world,” snicker as Chan flinches at the impact, “I use it as a way to--”

“Escape?” Chan finishes your sentence for you, leaning on the table with his arms folded. You let out a huff of hair as you nod your head. It was nice to meet someone who finally had the same love for music that you did. Chan’s eyes seem to sparkle as he tells you about his work, his studio, and how music was always his first love.

Chan leans back, a contemplative expression on his face, "It's funny how a few chords and lyrics can transport you to another state of mind. Sometimes, it's the only place I want to be."

You giggle, feeling the resonance of his words. "True. I've had moments where a song becomes my soundtrack, turning mundane tasks into cinematic experiences. It's like my own personal movie scene."

He grins, "Exactly! It's like we have this secret realm that only opens up when the right notes play. A place where emotions are raw, and the world makes a different kind of sense."

The playful banter weaves through the conversation and as you sit across from Chan, the conversation flowing effortlessly, your attention is momentarily captivated by his smile. It's not just any smile; it's the kind that carries a warmth, a genuine invitation into the joy he finds in the moment. There’s literally nothing you’ve ever seen like his smile.

His grin, genuine and infectious, pulls at the edges of your own lips. You find yourself captivated by the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, as if every smile carries a collection of untold stories. In that moment, the cafe noise fades into a distant hum, the world seems to slow down, and your chest flutters each time you make him laugh.

There's something comforting about the way he smiles. It's not just a reaction; it's a genuine reflection of joy. It's as if, in those moments, the weight of the world lightens, and everything becomes a little brighter.

You catch yourself drifting into the details—the subtle play of light and shadow on his features, the sincerity behind his eyes, and the way his smile seems to reach beyond the surface. It's like a piece of his soul is shared through that smile.

"So," you tease, "are you telling me you've never escaped reality with an air guitar solo in front of the mirror?"

Chan laughs, caught off guard by your comment. "Maybe once or twice. But hey, everyone needs a rockstar moment in their life."

The conversation flows effortlessly with Chan, his words creating a rhythmic dance in the air. You're engaged, hanging onto his every word, but as he pauses, a subtle shift in his expression catches your attention. The realization dawns as he quirks an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as his gaze lingers, and the realization hits like an unexpected wave. Oh no, did he catch me staring? Panic flutters in your chest as you fumble for words, desperately trying to salvage the moment.

In the midst of a particularly engaging anecdote, Chan pauses, a playful glint in his eye. "Am I telling the story that well, or is there something else catching your eye?"

Your heart skips a beat, and a flush of embarrassment creeps up your cheeks. Caught off guard, you stammer out a response, "Oh, no, it's not that. I mean, yes, you're telling the story well. It's just... I wasn't staring, I swear."

He chuckles, a knowing smile on his lips. "No need to be embarrassed. I'm used to having an audience, but usually, it's for my music, not my storytelling."

You manage a sheepish grin, trying to play it off. "Well, consider it a compliment then. Your storytelling is so captivating; I couldn't help but get lost in it."

He raises an eyebrow, teasing. "Lost, huh? I must be doing something right, then."

As the conversation continues, you find yourself more conscious of where your gaze wanders. The playful embarrassment lingers, but Chan's easy going demeanor turns the moment into a shared laugh, a subtle connection that weaves its way into the ongoing banter. The embarrassment fades, replaced by a renewed focus on the stories being shared, and a newfound awareness of the charm that drew your attention in the first place.

“Y/N! Get out of here!” Chanbin yells with a short laugh as he taps his watch. You give him a thumbs up in acknowledgement as you turn to look at him, and you see a little flicker of concern in his eyes as he watches you and Chan.

The cafe's closing announcement echoes through the air, signaling the end of another day. You exchange a lingering smile with Chan as the realization settles that your time together is coming to a close.

"Well, looks like it's time to call it a day," you say, a tinge of reluctance in your voice.

Chan nods, the warmth of the moment still lingering in his eyes. "Yeah, it was great talking to you. Thanks for making the end of my day so enjoyable."

A genuine smile plays on your lips. "Likewise. And hey, I'm here again tomorrow. Same time. Same coffee-scented universe. You should swing by."

He grins, seemingly pleased by the invitation. "Sounds like a plan. I'll make sure to drop by and keep you company. Thanks for the offer."

As you both gather your belongings, the atmosphere is a blend of contentment and anticipation. The cafe, now dimming its lights, feels like a sanctuary of shared moments. "Until tomorrow then," you say, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

"Tomorrow it is," Chan replies, giving a small salute. "Looking forward to it."

The door chimes as you step into the night, leaving behind the familiar hum of the cafe. The promise of tomorrow hangs in the air, and as you part ways with Chan, there's a sense of anticipation, a shared acknowledgment that some connections are worth revisiting.

As you make your way to the train station, the echoes of your conversation with Chan reverberate in your mind. The city lights paint a vibrant backdrop against the darkening sky, but it's the glow of excitement within that captivates you.

Wow, that was unexpected, you think, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The coffee shop encounter, the easy banter, and Chan's infectious laughter had turned an ordinary evening into something extraordinary.

Did he really bring up air guitar solos and '90s fashion? A giggle escapes you at the memory as the wind whips through your jeans, the playful banter creating a warmth that feels like a secret treasure nestled within.

As you board the train, you find yourself replaying snippets of the conversation. His stories, his laughter—it's like there's this magnetic energy, you muse, feeling the flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

When he caught you staring, there was a spark in his eyes, a playful recognition that left you blushing. The realization makes you smile even more, and you lean against the window, lost in thought. The anticipation of seeing him again adding an extra beat to your heart. There's something about him—something that made you excited again.

The train rumbles along the tracks, and you feel a mix of contentment and exhilaration. The cityscape passes by as you repeatedly flip the paper football in your hands, but it's the mental snapshots of the evening that dominate your thoughts—the shared laughter, the playful teasing, and the promise of another day filled with connection.

As you step off the train and navigate through the familiar streets toward home, you can't shake off the feeling of warmth that Chan left behind. The city may be bustling around you, but in this moment, it's the quiet thrill of unexpected connection that accompanies you on the journey home, turning a routine commute into a canvas painted with the hues of excitement and possibility.

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Chan's footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor of his recording studio as he returned after a refreshing encounter with Y/N at the coffee shop. The rhythmic hum of the city seemed to follow him, blending with the distant sounds of music seeping from the studio rooms.

As he approached his designated space, the door creaked open to reveal the dimly lit room, adorned with soundproof panels and a myriad of instruments. The glow from the computer screen cast an ethereal hue across the room. In the corner, Jisung, his friend and fellow musician, hunched over a keyboard, engrossed in a melody that seemed to float in the air.

Chan couldn't help but grin, the residual warmth from his interaction with YN still lingering. "Hey, Jisung," he called out, his voice breaking the concentrated atmosphere.

Jisung turned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, look who's back from his coffee shop adventure. Find any inspiration in that cafe?"

Chan chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Not exactly, but I did have a pretty interesting conversation. You know, the usual stuff – air guitar solos, '90s fashion, and all."

Jisung raised an eyebrow, intrigued as he slips off his headphones and rolls his chair away from the computer. "Sounds like you had quite the day, who was she?"

As Chan settled into his chair, he began recounting the conversation, the banter, and the unexpected warmth he'd felt as he talked with Y/N. Jisung listened intently, the music fading into the background as the tale unfolded.

"You won't believe it, Jisung," Chan began, a lightness in his voice as he recalled the details. "She has this face, you know? Not just pretty, but there's something about her eyes – they light up when she talks about things she's passionate about."

Jisung leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sounds like you're smitten, my friend."

Chan chuckled, the truth behind the jest evident. "Maybe a little. But it's more than that. Her voice, man, it's like a melody. And her laugh? It's infectious. I couldn't help but get caught up thinking about how beautiful she’d sound if she’d sing."

Jisung, ever the skeptic, raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you've just stepped out of a romance novel. Are you sure this isn't just a caffeine-induced illusion?"

Chan shook his head, his earnestness shining through, "I don't drink caffeine-- you know that,” Chan says as he slouches in the office chair, “I'm telling you, there's something special about her. We talked about music, life, everything. It's like we were in our own little world, just sharing stories. I felt... seen, you know? It's been a while since I felt that way."

Jisung's expression softened, realizing the sincerity in Chan's words. "So, what's the plan? Are you seeing her again?"

Chan nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, we're meeting up tomorrow. And honestly, I can't wait. It's like I stumbled upon something unexpected, but in the best possible way."

As the two friends continued to chat, the studio filled with the echoes of Chan's genuine excitement. In that moment, it became clear that Y/N had become more than just a chance encounter – she was a melody that had found its way into the soundtrack of Chan's life, bringing with her the promise of something beautiful and unforeseen.

"You know," Jisung mused, "sometimes the best inspirations come from the most unexpected places. Maybe that coffee shop is your new muse."

Chan nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Maybe it is…” Chan trailed off, spinning his chair to face the recording studio as he sighed at the thought of seeing Y/N tomorrow.  “But enough about me. What've you been working on?"

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The piercing sound of the alarm clock abruptly interrupts the peaceful silence of your room, signaling the start of another day. Groaning, you reluctantly open your eyes and glance at the clock – 4:30 AM. The world outside your window is still cloaked in darkness.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle across the room to silence the persistent alarm. The cold floor beneath your feet serves as a rude awakening, but there's no time to linger. Yawning, you stumble your way to the bathroom, where the harsh fluorescent light reveals your reflection – messy hair and half-closed eyes.

The water in the shower provides a jolting wake-up call, and as the warm cascade invigorates your senses, you mentally prepare for the day ahead. With a sense of determination, you speed through your morning routine, dressing in the dim light of dawn.

The kitchen is a symphony of clinking dishes and the aroma of brewing coffee. You hastily prepare a simple breakfast, mindful of the ticking clock. Toast in hand, you grab your bag and keys, casting one last glance around your apartment before locking the door behind you.

You hold your keys in your mouth as you quickly slip on your winter coat, zipping it up to keep you warm from the city’s bone chilling wind. When you step outside, you stuff your hands in your pockets and feel an oddly shaped object. You pull it out to find a paper football tucked away in your coat… weird. You shake your head in dismissal as you start to jog to the train.

The city is still hushed as you make your way to the train station. The empty streets echo with the soft patter of your shoes against the pavement. The station is a ghostly quiet, and you board the train with a handful of early risers, all immersed in their own pre-dawn thoughts.

As the train starts its journey, you find a seat and settle in, a brief moment of respite before the bustling day unfolds. The rhythmic hum of the train lulls you into a contemplative state, but your peaceful interlude is short-lived. Glancing at your watch, a sense of panic washes over you – time is slipping away.

The train halts at your station, and you bolt out, maneuvering through the crowd with the grace of someone accustomed to the rush. The coffee shop awaits, its lights flickering in the distance. You quicken your pace, hoping to make it on time.

As you burst through the door, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans welcomes you. Your coworkers shoot you knowing glances – running on coffee shop time is practically a rite of passage. 

The jingling of the doorbell announces your belated entrance to the bustling coffee shop. Changbin looks up from behind the counter with an amused smile playing on his lips. His eyes meet yours, and you can't help but feel a mixture of relief and playful embarrassment.

Changbin, leaning casually against the espresso machine, quips, "Late again, Y/N? You're pushing the boundaries of 'fashionably late' here."

You shoot him a sheepish grin, trying to catch your breath as you put your stuff down and quickly punch in. "Well, you know me, always making a grand entrance. Adds a bit of excitement to the place, doesn't it?"

Changbin chuckles, a warm and understanding tone in his voice. "Excitement, or chaos? Either way, you keep us on our toes. Now, apron up and let's get you into the rhythm of the morning grind."

As you hastily tie your apron, Changbin hands you a not-so-subtle wink. "Next time, aim for early. It's a wild concept, I know, but give it a try."

You playfully roll your eyes, retorting, "Where's the fun in that? Besides, the best stories always start with a dramatic entrance."

Changbin laughs, shaking his head, "You're something else, Y/N. Just make sure the drama doesn't involve spilled coffee or broken mugs, alright?"

With a mock salute, you assure him, "No promises, boss. But I'll do my best to keep it entertaining without any casualties."

The banter continues as you dive into the morning rush, the camaraderie with Changbin adding a touch of levity to the fast-paced coffee shop routine. Despite the teasing, there's an unspoken understanding that your energetic spirit is an integral part of the caffeinated symphony that defines the heartbeat of the place.

As you deftly navigate the morning rush at the coffee shop, a handsome stranger with a disarming smile strides toward the counter, confidently locking eyes with you. Your customer service instincts kick in as he approaches.

You smile politely as you hop in front of the register as he approaches, “Hey, welcome in!” You noticed how his smile reached his eyes and caused them to crinkle, and how his hair fell over his forehead and rested right above his eyebrows. He’s cute. 

“Hey, Y/N,” He says with a grin as he playfully taps his fingers on the counter between the two of you.

You furrow your brow, racking your brain for any recollection of this charming stranger. Flashes of the previous day's faces and orders blur together, but his presence eludes you.

“Sorry… have we met?”

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Author's Note: I APOLOGIZE FOR HURTING Y'ALL BUT PLEASE STAY TUNED I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!! T-T <3

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How did save point gain the ability to save?

Savepoint sans was born with the ability to see.. something, little dull lights people just assumed it was his sight, which is why at a young age he needed glasses (that plus he was farsighted) However it only got worse after frisk fell... for the frist time, they started to become more and more intense. Over time each reset made it worse.. and worse.. and worse To the point he started to fully see them but grew wary of these stars.. however wouldn't you get desperate for some sort of escape from a recycle of a loop? Yes you would! (This au he remember way more than usual) so he interacted with these stars just... after almost dusting, he gripped the star which affected his soul, and code. He became apart of the savepoint, the one he saved to became apart of his body replacing his soul, and sooner or later his eye. After he woke up, it was a dark place... with white voids showing memories of that savepoint, each thing that was save to it... A button appeard infront of him, it said "reset" but it wasn't yellow anymore it was tinted with a blue hue. He clicked it, and he appeard... :)

(note he can only save himself, and rest himself not the people around him or the timeline)