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cantwritethetword · 9 months ago
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Waking Up Next to You
Fic Descript: Henry unconsciously steals the blankets in the middle of the night and refuses to return them, forcing Alex to get creative to get them back.
~ A/N - I AM A FIC MACHIIIIIIINE
Lmao wassup. I've got a RWRB fic coming up for you all today ^^ based off of this meme that I saw aaaages ago lmao I thought I absolutely HAD to write something and these boys are PERFECT for it.
I still have to finish the book or watch the actual movie lmao... should probably get on that...
Hope you all are vibing <3
Enoy! ~
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It still amazed Alex that the sun actually existed sometimes in England.
Mornings like these, the amber rays leaking in through the curtains, the cool breeze wafting through the window, birds chirping faintly outside.
A gentle reminder that England was not the grey, dreary commonwealth of boredom he had once envisioned.
No, mornings like this were quiet, pretty, perfect.
Well, almost perfect.
Because somehow, during the night, Henry - the absolute love of his life - had stolen the entire fucking blanket.
Those amber rays? Rare patches of warmth and hope keeping Alex right on the edge of freezing to death. The cool, refreshing breeze? Jack Frost's pesky fingers trying to strip the flesh right off his bones. The birds and their sweet, beautiful songs? Evil little shits taunting him with their built-in feather shields, protecting them from the harsh elements he was currently at the mercy of.
Sort of... The heating was on inside the house, so perhaps he was being a touch dramatic.
Still, the question remained. Should he let Henry sleep in, or should he reclaim his rightful half of the covers?
His boyfriend did look quite adorable like this, his perfect hair all tousled, his face relaxed so far his mouth was slightly open. And while it was getting more and more common for Alex to see the real Henry, and not Prince Pompously Pedantic The Third, he still treasured these moments of pure unfiltered Henry.
Maybe if he just slowly pulled...
"Alexxxxx..." Henry mumbled, still half asleep, before pulling the blanket over his head and turning around.
Alex gave a soft, indignant gasp. "Well good morning to you too."
No response.
"You've got the blanket." Alex said flatly.
Henry stirred. "I do."
Alex's face fell into a glare. "All of it."
"Yes." Henry hummed. "And it's incredibly comfy."
The prince didn't have to turn around for Alex to know the little shit had a smug (albeit sleepy) grin on his face.
"And you're not going to share?" Alex shuffled himself closer, almost leaning over Henry's shoulder.
"Hmm..." Henry pondered, becoming more and more awake by the second (though he kept his eyes closed throughout the exchange). "No."
Alex rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't let me freeze."
"What if I don't want to freeze?" Henry said - trying to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.
"Henry, it's a king sized blanket! We'll both have heaps of space."
Unable to stop himself, Henry let his face fall into a smirk. "Yes, it's a king sized blanket. Fit for one king. That's me."
Alex flopped backwards onto the pillow, rolling his eyes with a laugh. "You're not a king yet!"
"I'm closer than you'll ever be." Henry mumbled, though he couldn't help the laugh that leaked into his tone.
And, just adding insult to injury, Henry wrapped himself even further into his blanket like a caterpillar into a cocoon. Alex didn't have so much as a thread to pull over himself after Henry's little burrito moment, but that might just play into his favour.
Realising just how much Henry had restricted his own movement, it was Alex's turn to smirk.
"You wanna stay in the blanket that badly?" Alex muttered under his breath, before jumping onto his boyfriend. "Fine."
"Ale-HEHEX NOHOHO!" Henry shrieked, jolted out of his fake sleep by Alex's hands squeezing ferociously into his hips.
Somehow, Alex had intensified the pressure of his thumbs to be the perfect level of force through the blanket. By the time it reached Henry's hip bones the sensations were unbearably tickly, and it was driving Henry absolutely mad.
"No what?" Alex teased, expertly keeping his balance atop his squirming partner. "What's wrong baby? Not quite the sleep in you were looking for?"
"STOHOHOP IT! PLEHEHEASE!" Henry thrashed violently from side to side, but the blanket restricted his movements so much he could barely move a few inches each way.
Alex grinned, opting to change his tactic to aim for Henry's exposed neck. "Too late for pleading baby, should have given me the blanket when I asked."
"NONONONONO!" Henry squealed, trying desperately to find some way to cover the ridiculously sensitive target. He couldn't decide what was worse, the drilling thuds of Alex's thumbs through the blanket against his sides, or the whisper-light scratches of Alex's fingernails on his bare skin.
"Unless..." Alex continued to tease, trailing off to allow Henry to put the pieces together. And just for encouragement, he brought one hand back down to squeeze up and down Henry's sides while the other continued to torment the future king's neck.
"YOU CAN HAHAHAVE IHIHIT!" Henry surrendered, his body caught in an odd dance between escaping Alex and unravelling the blanket to get both off his body. "TAHAKE IT TAKE IHIT TAKE IT!"
With a smirk, Alex ceased all his attacks and helped his beloved boyfriend emerge from the duvet.
"There." Alex smiled in satisfaction and the pair lay down next to each other - equally covered under the quilt. "Was that so hard?"
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realcowboysdrinkjuice · 3 months ago
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omfg i put jrwi wonderlust into the pinterest search and 80% of the shit that popped up is cause of me saving it please god don’t perceive me i’m having a hot flash now
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ccrv-7 · 7 months ago
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wait okay i have no particular interest in actually going there especially since my friends are too broke to come with me and närcon is only a 35min bus ride away but WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOLAN NORTH AND MISHA COLLINS WERE AT COMIC CON STOCKHOLM THIS YEAR. WHAT. I DIDNT THINK IT WAS THAT HIGH PROFILE
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bokettochild · 5 months ago
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Just saw the update!
So, first thoughts!
Gremlin Legend and Sky is something I am LIVING for. Sky's little look of approval as he stands between Wars and Legend after that little move is sending me!
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(Wild is not impressed)
I also really love that JoJo played with Warriors' cape/scarf being capable of doing that, which is a major risk btw, but I love that we see it's potential now!
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Like, Legend's timing is perfect (and I love that this confirms the Legend v. Wars dynamic we all love) especially considering Hyrule was literally talking about the same thing and you'd THINK Captain-War-Hero over here would be more cautious because of it (although the fact this implies Legend doesn't trigger Warriors danger sense is GREAT for the fluff fic writers like me!)
Time and Wars looking like disappointed parents though is brilliant
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(Warriors with messy hair is so funny to me, help)
The continued portrayal of Time being too harsh with the boys, all tense after what happened to Twilight, that's great. i'm glad the consequences of past events are following them, it really makes this all feel linear!
I also am ALL HERE for the boys finding their differences! Warriors and Wild both admitting to being new to dungeon crawling and the monsters involved is a great thing we've all been playing with in fics, but making it cannon feels like validation :)
Also, Warriors being defensive of that, and maybe a bit prickly about their judgement, I think it shows a lot of him. he's got his pride,a although he's learned to tame it. He's feeling a bit miffed to realize how different he is, but doesn't want them seeing him as lesser as well (although they never would). I can also hear him using a clipped military sort of tone when speaking here. It's just the way his words are selected and strung together that makes it seem he's being very to the point, direct, and cold in his tone, which really sells the whole difference between a soldier and the "average nobody" that the rest of them were (ironic, since he's trying to act like the difference isn't a big deal but only further accentuates it this way).
Twilight being pleased that Epona is fine and just enjoying a meal made me grin so big though. He's all worried for his girl but she is, quite literally, happy as a horse over there LOL
Also, this bit:
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recognition for Sky's right-handedness, my beloved! (JoJo is giving us all the easter eggs!)
The fact that the passage is too small to let them all fight though is a brilliant way of preventing some of our heavy hitters and more skilled heroes from being able to do anything though!
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I like how that gives us the chance to see Time one-shot the foe and also gives him the impression that the rest are maybe not skilled enough to do this alone. WE all know they are, but they're a handicap to each other right now, and it's only further cementing in his mind that they're not ready for all this, which will make his overbearing speech and the judgement he casts on them in combat all the more an issue.
I mean, we all know the hero's shade was like that, but JoJo has shown Time acting this way from the start
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(Deep Shadows P.2)
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(Likelike)
So I guess we're in for more of that now, and most likely someone (probably Legend, as it's usually him, or Wind, who is very aware of judgement from teh rest) is definitely going to have to call him on it soon, maybe in the dungeon. Will that lead to some bonding with Time where he has to admit he cares and worries about them as though they're his own? I hope so!
Anyways, all this to say, we really are seeing how much they struggle to work together, so hopefully this dungoen will teach them all how to do that better, as Time mentioned earlier
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(Dawn p.8)
Now, to finish it off!I would like to thank JoJo for giving us so many beautiful shots of Twi this time around. I'll admit it now, he's pretty darn fine <3
That said, I'm loving the Legend content too! i hope we get to see some more starring moments from him going forwards, what with him being the dungeon veteran and all! It's great seeing his childish/playful side these last few updates, but I'm really craving some veteran Legend right now >:)
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stormblessed95 · 1 month ago
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I'm the world's most awkward person and to the person I ran into today, if you see this, no you didn't and I'm sorry 😅🤣
Let me set the scene:
Here I am, out in public, by my lonesome, and reading on my phone.... This one is on me, because I normally have my brightness turned way down, but it was up and the person behind me in line saw I was reading and decided to strike up a conversation.
Random extrovert: oh, what are you reading?? Anything good?
Me: oh, just it's just a fanfiction actually sorry.
Her: oh which one?
Phone chimes with Tumblr alert message from @theschizotypalsolilquy (so actually I can blame you for this too, just a little, for daring to converse with me 😭😂)
Me: *stupidly clicks on it and opens my notifications forgetting this person is probably still looking over my shoulder and trying to talk to me*
Her: wait, are you Stormblessed?!
Me: *closes phone* um, no. *avoids eye contact, quickly buys my stuff and leaves store very very fast*
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I didn't like run away or anything, but I did leave quickly 😂🤣😂🤣 I've never even met another ARMY in real life and no one ever needs to know who I am from Tumblr. Luckily I was not anywhere I normally am and no where close to home. And hopefully I never see this person again 🫣 and if they see this, again, it's nothing personal and I'm SO SORRY 🤣🤣🤣 I was just super caught off guard! Lol and not prepared to be recognized like I'm not a nobody 😭😅😂
Hopefully they are the kind of person who will keep things to themselves anyway 😂 and I probably would've continued a fanfic conversation with you if I didn't ruin it by dropping my Tumblr by accident....🫣 My bad
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reareaotaku · 7 months ago
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I Know You Got Issues & I Do Too
Summary: Wednesday has a nasty habit of stalking that needs to be nipped in the butt Pairings: Male! Wednesday Addams x GN! Reader Tw/Cw: Stalking, Short Blurb, Gender of Reader not specified Taglist: NONE [I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE ORIGINAL LOL. If you saw the og- No you didn't-]
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Wednesday hummed as he scanned through his notebook, before his eyes were drawn elsewhere. His eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, always looking for something... Someone. You. You fascinated Wednesday in a way not many could do. You held his attention, unlike anyone he's ever met. There was something about you... And he had to figure out what it was.
You sat perched on a bench, reading one of your fantasy books. Your eyes wandered the page, unaware of the eyes watching you. You hummed to yourself, as you turned the page smiling to yourself.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed, before he had to push some of his hair back. He wondered what book you were reading. What was going on in your mind? Was it some cheesy romantic book? Were you hoping some hero would swoop you off your feet? Or was it about the guy nobody notices finally getting the girl? Maybe it was a book with poetry from Edgar Poe; He liked those books.
A shiver ran down your spine, causing you to glance up and make immediate contact with a pale skinned man. You scrunched your eyes to get a better look at him, but you couldn't make out his face with his black fluffed hair covering it.
You think you went to school with him, but you didn't know his name. It was strange that he was there, but you were at a public park, so it's not like he was unwelcomed, but something was off.
You pushed your book in your bag, before standing up and stretching your arms. You sigh, before grabbing your phone and checking the time. It was late- Like really late- Almost curfew. You groaned, but ultimately pick up at pace and head back to the dorms.
Wednesday let out a breath of relief. He was worried you had realized he was watching you. Thankfully, you hadn't. He watched as you left the park, before realizing he too had to leave. Hopefully, you don't get too worried when realizing he's behind you. Why, you might think he's following you.
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midnightsimpsstuff · 4 months ago
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A LOVERBOY'S CATASTROPHE
Warnings: none its just fluff lol
Summary: Spencer has had a crush on you for a while, with the help of Morgan and Garcia he summed up the courage to ask you out what happens if you already had plans either a potential significant other?
a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr and maybe my love for spencer just brought me to write this I actually don't know but please enjoy regardless. If you like the book please like and reblogg if possible
Word count: 2.6k
It was going to be a busy day for you, so you had woken up a bit earlier than usual and went to work by far earlier than you would have on a normal day.
Paperwork littered your table, mainly because you shot the unsub from your last case partly because you procrastinated to the other ones that were all due this evening.
So when you rushed into the bullpen taking a seat at your desk, with your signature Scooby-Doo coffee mug filled with coffee with a little to much sugar. You were by far to busy to notice Spencer at his table looking absolutely petrified to see you here by this time.
Spencer is your bestfriend, but to him you are his crush, so far the biggest one he has ever had. What attracted him to you wasn't just your looks, it was mainly about personality, he wouldn't have loved you if he wasn't your best friend and that made it by far worse because he doesn't know what to say in the speech he planned on telling you when he finally wants to confess
And the early mornings when it's just him, Hotch and Rossi were the perfect times to plan what he would say, they were the perfect times to deceive himself that today would be the day he would tell you, he never did.
But today he was so sure of it and due to the peptalking from Garcia and Morgan the day prior he was sure he could do this, he was sure he would do this.
It wasn't easy when he saw you pass by the front door, he began rethinking all his previous choices and he knew this was the universe giving him a chance, he could just talk to you now and if you reject him, nobody would be around to see and hopefully you two could just go back to normal.
He thought it through and began muttering under his breath what he planned on saying to you but when he was just about to get to your table, your phone rang and he felt his heart deflate when he thought he saw "Boo 💕" as the contact name.
He didn't know you had a boo, and it made him feel bad that he didn't know and he is your best friend. It made him feel worse when he realised what he was about to do, but he couldn't help himself but listen into your conversation, his brain tried telling him it could just be a misunderstanding.
'Hey bae' you had said and he was sure he had never felt his heart break in that manner before in his life.
'Yeah, I am totally free this night, why?'
...
'Of course! You don't even have to ask you know you are the love of my life' you had said completely oblivious to the fact Spencer was right there while he was getting his eyes getting teary when you said 'love of my life'
...
'Don't worry, you don't have to tell me, you know I'd wear something cute' he couldn't help himself but think about the fact he wouldn't care if you look good or not. That he is obviously the better choice.
....
'Yes, for your eyes only.' he watched you have a jittery smile before you said something about having to get back to work then ending the call with a smile on your face.
And that's when you finally realised the figure hovering above your table, and you greeted him with a smile that once brightened his day but now shun to mock him.
"Hey Spence, need something? The way you're looking at me is a little creepy" you said, but your smile had now dropped a little as you noticed his eyes looked like he was about to cry.
"No, I don't just came over to say hi" his voice had betrayed him a bit he sounded a little to icy, it wasn't your fault you got yourself a date with your secret significant other the day he was meant to ask you out.
Your face looked confused and a little hurt as he walked away which made him feel a little guilty but he couldn't do anything about it but hope that you'd understand when he apologises and makes a lie about why he acted like that towards you.
But it won't be today, he just can't face you or the embarrassment today, he'd try on Monday, because today was Friday and it hurt him even more thinking about it because he knew it was Friday and he had a lot planned, because Friday is the best day to ask someone on a date because there are a lot to do.
As he finished up his paperwork and more people began entering the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated, he knew you didn't like showing your body off, he knew if you ever went on a date you would prefer it at one of you both's houses not at a cafe, or fancy restaurant, and he knew you didn't like when people that aren't your boss tell you what to do, you can allow it if needed but being told to wear something cute to a date was not needed.
He felt really bad of thinking of another man's girlfriend in such a manner, he knows he wouldn't like it if someone thought of his girlfriend, if he had one, in this manner but he didn't care, it just wasn't fair.
Morgan had looked over to his desk and couldn't help but feel a little bit sad on his behalf the little frown on his face was enough to show he didn't get that date he wanted and Morgan began feeling a little guilty because in a way it was his fault, if he hadn't encouraged him he would have never gotten his heart broken. He made a silent note in his mind to make it up to him before walking over to Hotch's office like he originally planned to.
The rest of the day went by quickly but Spencer had ignored you the whole day, your snarky remarks during meetings he didn't laugh at one like he usually would, during lunch you offered to go to you both's favourite cafe with him and he declined, you even tried offering him a ride home but he declined that too and you wondered why because he was just asking Emily if she could give him a ride and she said she couldn't and both of you guys apartment's are on the way of each other's that's when you felt you had done something wrong and you decided to find out later but that would be after your little meet up with one of your female bestfriends from college.
( ´_ゝ`)
Spencer had spent a couple of hours binge watching Doctor Who and Star Wars while eating chocolate ice cream. He read somewhere that watching his favourite shows and eating good ice cream could make someone feel better during heartbreak.
At one point he just accepted his fate, you two were not meant to be, that's why the universe made you his best friend and not his lover. He could just hope you're alright and the guy wasn't a douche but part of him realise you two could be fucking or making out and he decided to stop thinking about it all together.
He had gone to the fridge to get more ice cream when he heard the doorbell ring. His eyebrows furrowed, he wasn't expecting anyone and it was around 2am, who's coming to his house at 2am? He checked the fish hole to see who it was incase it was a new unsub and he would be the first victim.
But when he was met with your face in a black satin dress that looked beautiful on you but most of it was covered by a jacket, he completely forgot himself as he admired you, when he noticed you were shivering as you rung the doorbell again he flung open the door.
You looked absolutely tired, and Spencer had to rush you in and sit you on his couch before going to get some ice cream for you because you were showing signs the date didn't go so well.
When he put the ice cream in your hand, you were yawning and accepted it with a smile, muttering something about not wanting to disturb him.
"Nonesense, you could never disturb me, did the date not go well?" He said while looking at you with care, he would have touched you but you low-key smell of alcohol like you weren't drinking it but everyone around you had been and he wasn't going to contact any germ just because of friendship.
He watched your smile go down as you said, "Date? What date?" you looked so confused that it made him feel like such an idiot and that's saying something because he is in fact not one in the slightest.
He decided to say the little secret he was keeping from you from this morning, "I heard you accepting to go on a date with your boo, or love of your life as you called them" he watched you laugh and he felt even more embarrassed when you had said.
"That's not my actual boo, that's my friend Betty from college, we all call her boo, she asked me to go with her to the club because she wanted to try one night stands again and she knows I don't drink so she invited me so she could be safe."
You watched as his mouth formed into an "oh" and you let out a short laugh before speaking again "Besides if I had a boo do you think I won't tell you?" you watched him shake his head as if to say no.
"Is that why you were acting weird all day, because you thought I had a lover and didn't tell you?" you had taken a spoon of ice cream and now the faint scent of alcohol from you was now smelling like ice cream, Spencer's favourite ice cream and he didn't care anymore, he was going to tell you.
"No, it's because I wanted us to do something together—" he started "but you could have gone to our cafe with me?" you had interrupted and he would not think it's fair if you reject him after calling a cafe 'our' cafe. "—please don't interrupt me (you muttered a sorry) — I didn't want to go because you were offering to go as my bestfriend" he watched you eyebrows furrowed in confusion before they relaxed again like you understood and that's when he knew there was no going back.
"What do you mean Spence? Did you want to be my-" and you had never felt better, he feels the same "Did you want to ask me on a date, is that why you were standing in front of my table this morning?" Spencer knew the smile on your face was a good sign so he nodded.
Before he could understand anything, your lips were on his, and he actually forgot how to function before he could kiss you back, he tasted the chocolate ice cream and a bit of alcohol from your tongue it got him even more interested he pulled you unto his lap and the kiss had gotten he steamier and although Spencer felt like he could not breathe he kept it to himself because he never wanted this moment to end.
You pulled away from the kiss and Spencer chased your lips and pulled you into another one before you pulled away again, your face felt unbelievably hot. "Spence, I have always wanted to go on a date with you and I never thought you'd feel the same way, I have always wanted to call you mine." you smiled at him.
"Can I be yours?" Spencer said as he looked into your eyes and you finally understood what that glint in his eye was, it was longing.
"Of course" you had said before you both continued kissing, well making out before Spencer helped you change into some clothes of yours he has at his house and you both slept off while cuddling into the later moments in the day.
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struwberrii · 4 months ago
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Hi! I love your American high school headcanons! Do you have any headcanons for the Karasuno third years hehehe
haikyuu!! at an american highschool ⋆���˚.⋆
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thank you for the request!! hopefully u all enjoy ^.^
pt. 1, pt.2
characters: tanaka, noya, kiyoko, sugawara, daichi, asahi
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tanaka
there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll actually show up to class
drives the most beat up busted car with no tint and no bumper
he and noya in the parking lot blasting music with the windows down
cafeteria lunch defender
probably pulled the fire alarm at some point as a joke
teachers have to tell him to pull his pants up bc he sags 😭
speaker in his bookbag
has been high in class multiple times
literally has no school supplies
does interview in the halls with his phone as a mic and is constantly getting humbled by pretty girls
somehow pulled kiyoko (everyone rips on her for dating him)
falls asleep in class and snores
bro is not graduating 😭
he and noya troll teachers
noya
uses a children’s bookbag bc he thinks it’s funny (people think he’s actually a child)
tanakas #1 meat rider
always making mildly gay comments and everyone in their friend group gets so mad at him
gym try hard
doesn’t have a car but skips in the bathroom sometimes
probably smoked one time and saw literal demons now he’s too scared to ever do it again 😭
his mom drops him off at school
another boy the girls have to hit with the “hear me out”
actually gets his work done but hardly passes
brings like whole family packs of cookies for lunch
crocs all day everyday
makes fart noises in class then blames it on other people
let’s his friends hype him up to ‘rizz’ up girls and 9/10 the girls laugh at him (poor guy lol)
kiyoko
unproblematic and everyone loves her
guys probably spread rumors about her when she rejects them but nobody believes them
you either want to be her or be with her
half ap classes
accidentally starts trends (like fashion trends)
tries to help tanaka with his work but he doesn’t ever pay attention
the only thing people criticize her for is going with tanaka 😭
quiet and keeps to herself
takes super neat notes
drives a pretty nice car and it always smells like japanese cherry blossom
always has one airpod in too
probably class buddies with suga and asahi
girls in the grades below her view her as like big sister
takes low effort instagram pictures and always ends up on the explore page with thousands of likes
suga
takes ap classes
the best and safest driver and offers everyone rides
sketches and doodles on the corners of all his assignments and notes
color coordinated notes with pastel highlighters
people think he’s gay but he just likes cute stuff
shit talks with teachers
everyone trusts him and he is very reliable
boy next door
has the cutest keychains and pins on his bag
‘takes notes’ on his ipad but actually just plays roblox
probably has a job at like a pet store or bakery
daichi
him and suga are the unexpected best friends bc they’re so different
spends all his free periods in the gym working out
has social media but never uses it
drives a truck but isn’t annoying about it
curbs #1 enemy
has really random knowledge about dumb stuff, like you could be complaining about your ankle hurting and he knows exactly how to fix it
he does not tolerate disrespect, shuts it down real quick.
plays cod during his free time
takes all regular classes but his grades never fall below 90s (As)
him suga and asahi get lunch together off campus at least 3 times a week and he always drives
working out 24/7
asahi
works at barnes and noble or a coffee shop
has a car but never drives because it makes him anxious
gets rides from suga
plays word cookies in class
smells really good and citrus y all the time
the craziest rumors go around about him, like about him being a grown man and being held back or being a criminal
nicest guy in the entire school
staff has stopped him in the halls multiple times because they thought he was a grown man and had to see his school ID 😭
always gets vending machine frappes
dresses like a youth counselor
watches movies during class
underclassman call him unc
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misc-obeyme · 11 months ago
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Well okay. One whole person stated they would like to see the pegging version of catboy Satan so here it is.
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I see you, @cactusmisslittle. I hope it’s okay that I tagged you, but your tags here are the only reason this version exists lol.
An important note! I've been calling this pegging because that's how I've been thinking about it, but I also wanted to keep things gender neutral if possible. I don't know if I succeeded, but to that end, I've used the word "cock" in place of "strap." So if you're imagining a strap, let's just say you call it your cock, okay? I don't know, I couldn't come up with a better way to go about it.
Oh yeah and one more thing - I didn't talk about the putting on of a strap, either, but it would happen when MC is taking off their clothes. Tantan is being patient and waiting for them lol.
The beginning part is all the same, with Satan dropping hints and MC walking into their room to find him. The only part that's changed is the actual sex. Once again, I apologize for low quality, I'm still getting into the swing of writing again.
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GN!MC x Satan
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: soft dom!MC, cat collar with bell & cat ears, praising, use of Tantan as a nickname, still a lil bit of biting, penetration (Satan receiving, could be read as pegging hopefully)
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It might be difficult to tell from an outside perspective, but you knew that Satan was soft for you. The way he trusted you entirely with his feelings, even his anger, let you know that he was perhaps more comfortable with you than anyone else.
So it wasn't entirely a surprise when you started to pick up on some little hints of something he didn't seem to have worked up the courage to ask you directly.
You weren't sure what was happening right away. It started one day when he showed you a collection of cat collars that were for sale online. He scrolled through the pictures on his phone, finally stopping on one with a little bell.
"This one is especially cute, don't you think?" he asked.
You smiled indulgently. "Yeah it is. Are you going to get it for one of the strays in the garden?"
Satan blinked as if he was surprised by this suggestion. He looked at you and the confusion in his eyes was clear. Then you watched as a deep blush spread across his face. "R-right," he said. "Yes."
He immediately changed the subject, but you couldn't stop thinking about his reaction. Like maybe the two of you had been talking about different things.
You puzzled over this for a little while, a suspicion starting to form in the back of your mind.
Confirmation came in the form of a cosplay catalog that Levi left in the common room. The cover featured an anime character wearing cat ears and a collar.
Satan picked up the catalog and you could tell that he had known it was there. "Levi must have left this here," he said. He showed it to you. "Wh-what do you think?"
You looked at the cover. "Hmm," you said. "I like the cat ears. The collar should have a bell, though."
You watched in satisfaction as Satan's face flushed so hard and fast you thought steam might come out of his ears.
After that, you knew what you had to do.
You were careful about your purchase. You made sure it was obtained discreetly.
The collar itself was thick and black with a large silver buckle and a round silver bell. You had chosen black cat ears to match. You left them on Satan's bed with a note that said, Is this what you had in mind? MC.
And then you waited.
The next time you saw Satan was at breakfast. He sat across the table from you and met your eyes directly. He held your gaze for a moment too long before looking away. Nobody else seemed to notice and he acted completely normal the rest of the day.
You had no other indication of his reaction to your gift. For days, you waited for him to do something or say something. Was he upset? He wasn't acting angry.
And then one day you walked into your room and nearly died on the spot. As soon as you recovered, you closed the door and made sure it was locked. And that's when you remembered that everyone else was out of the house today. Was that what Satan had been waiting for?
You turned back to your bed to take in the sight of him.
There he sat, on his knees, with his hands pressed onto the bed between them. The collar was clasped perfectly around his neck, the bell and buckle shining. The cat ears were nestled in his hair, their black tufts a nice contrast to his bright blond. He was frowning, his eyes were closed, his face flushed, and he wore absolutely nothing else.
You slowly approached him, watching him as he stayed still. When you got to the edge of the bed, you stopped. You cupped his cheek, tilting his head to look up at you, even though his eyes stayed closed.
"Look at you," you said softly. "What a beautiful boy you are."
Satan's blush deepened, but he opened his eyes. You saw desire and pleasure and nervousness and embarrassment tumbling through the shades of green.
You brought up your other hand and held his face. "Don't be embarrassed. You look amazing."
The frown eased just a little. "I didn't think you would actually want to do this."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why would you think that?"
Satan looked away from you. "It doesn't… make you uncomfortable?"
You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed his forehead. "No. It makes me horny as fuck. And I can see what it's doing to you, too."
You looked down deliberately where Satan's cock had been steadily growing as soon as you got close.
Satan buried his face in his hands, causing the bell around his neck to jingle slightly.
"No, no, no," you said softly, pulling his hands away. He opened his mouth like he was going to protest, but you cut him off with a kiss.
Satan responded to you instantly, opening his mouth for you. As your tongues entwined, you let go of one of his wrists to reach up and grab the collar. You used it to pull his head back, giving you easier access to his mouth as his hand now tugged on the edge of your shirt.
You pulled away to kiss the wrist of the hand you still held, trailing your lips down his arm and up his shoulder. He was breathing heavily as you traced your tongue along the edge of skin where the collar stopped, ringing the bell playfully with your fingers.
Satan moaned, his tugs on your shirt feeble but persistent.
You gave in, moving away from him to remove the shirt quickly, along with all the rest of your clothes. He waited patiently, mouth open, skin flushed, cock straining.
You sat beside him on the bed, putting two fingers beneath the collar to pull him toward you. He moved easily with your guidance, the bell tinkling ever so softly as you caught his swollen lips with yours again.
You ran a teasing finger along the shaft of his cock and it came away covered in pre-cum. Satan whined against your lips and the sound of it sent a shiver through your body.
You pulled away just a little bit. "Use your words, Tantan. Or would you rather meow for me?"
Satan shuddered and the bell tinkled. "Please, MC," he said, his voice low and gruff. It seemed he wasn't quite comfortable enough to meow and his eyes were closed again, his face turned slightly away.
"Look at me," you said.
Obediently, Satan opened his eyes and looked at you. He might have been frowning if he wasn't so overcome with lust in that moment. You took in the darkness of his eyes, the heat clearly visible on his skin, the expression that vacillated between need and embarrassment.
You realized you could tease him for hours if you really wanted to. You also knew that he would let you. Something about the way he was looking at you let you know that he was trusting you entirely. That he was putting himself in your hands, letting you do whatever you wanted to with him.
Certainly, part of this had been previously discussed. The two of you had an established routine, after all. But he was entrusting you with more than he normally did and you recognized that extra vulnerability.
The light of your room hit the silver of the bell around his neck. You took in the collar, the ears. Maybe next time, you could get him to meow for you.
For now, though, you wanted nothing more than to hear that bell chime with every thrust.
You leaned forward, running your fingertips down his cheek. "You're such a good boy," you said, loving the way he seemed to melt whenever you praised him.
You took hold of his collar again, this time pulling him with you as you sat back against the pillows of your bed. You had considered other positions, but you wanted to see that bell as it sounded through the room.
Satan moved where you guided him, but when you let go of the collar, he no longer waited for your direction. He put his lips on your neck, straddling your hips, pressing himself against your cock, his hands roaming across your shoulders and chest.
Satan hesitated, pulling back to look into your eyes. It was as though he caught himself being too eager and now he needed your confirmation.
You had already taken a bottle of lube from your nightstand and now you slathered your fingers with it. You smirked at the way Satan reacted when you slipped them inside him, carefully, one by one. He shivered and the bell tinkled.
You took your time with him until he was whining again, his eyes squeezed shut. When you pulled your fingers out, he didn't wait for anything else. He slowly sank down on your cock and you watched his expression change as he took it all in.
Satan arched his back and your eyes fixed on the brightness of the bell around his neck.
To your great satisfaction, that bell did indeed jingle with every thrust, louder than it had from anything else. Satan was almost creating the sound himself, bracing his hands against your shoulders as he moved himself. But your hands were on his hips, guiding him, and you couldn't prevent yourself from thrusting up into him as well.
The way his moans mingled with the chimes, the way he flung back his head - he was beautiful. There was a soft rumble in his chest and it seemed he was okay with purring if not meowing.
Satan was lost in the sensation of you inside him, but you found it was easy to make him react even more by nibbling a little on his flushed skin. He gasped and clenched down on you every time he felt your teeth pierce him.
You could tell it wouldn't take much more. He had been so good for you and you wanted to reward him. So you took hold of his already slick cock and pumped.
Satan's nails dug into your skin, the bell continuing to jingle as he kept up his pace. His eyes flew open and he looked at you with an expression unlike anything you had ever seen - desperate, begging, needing something more from you.
"It's okay," you said softly. "Come for me, Satan."
It was exactly what he needed to hear. You watched as Satan bit his lip, his body arching as his cum spurted across his stomach.
Satan's body relaxed, the bell no longer jingling as he settled in your lap. He looked at you with heavy eyes. The cat ears were still on his head, but they were askew, poking oddly out of his blond hair.
You reached up to fix them. "Promise me you'll wear these again."
Satan let out a huff, frowning. "I couldn't refuse you even if I wanted to."
You smirked. "Good thing you don't want to, then."
Satan pulled himself up off of your lap and proceeded to give you the most amazing head of your life. It was a struggle not to knock off the cat ears while your hands were twisting in his hair.
Perhaps next time, you would bring a little leash, too. You were curious about how he would react to such an addition. Although he seemed unlikely to do this again when his brothers were around, so you might have to wait. You caught yourself kind of hoping one of his brothers would come home just to hear the consistent jingling of the bell on Satan's cat collar.
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cinnajun · 1 year ago
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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: waking up with zb1
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a/n: anon who requested this i saw the req and i actually felt my third eye opening ty for your service
notes: yujin is not included due to his age!, university au for gunwook’s
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jiwoong
jiwoong wakes up before you about 95% of the time
he seems like the type of guy who just … wakes up at the same time every day, no matter how late he went to sleep the night before
body clock and all that
so i imagine jiwoong wakes up at around 7, but he doesn’t move for a good 15 minutes
during these 15 minutes he makes an important judgment call: do you want to sleep or do you want him to wake you up
he’s your personal alarm so he’ll have to wake you up at some point, it just depends on when and how he’s going to do that
sometimes you get offended when he lets you sleep, other times you will ignore him trying to wake you and continue slumbering until you smell whatever he decides to cook for breakfast
this is the most stressful decision of his day 99.9% of the time
if you wake up, you will copy his morning routine while half asleep and then doze off at the dining table until the food is ready
if you sleep, he will wake up you when the food is ready
it’s lowkey incredibly exciting for you when you wake up before him, mostly because of how infrequent it is
you’ll lord it over him for the rest of the day like it was some sort of competition in the first place LOL
he’ll be like “just set an alarm?” but that doesn’t count because he’ll wake up, too
he doesn’t understand the joys of waking up before your boyfriend who’s a responsible adult that wakes up at 7 am without even an alarm
WHEN YOU WAKE UP, you can see the light coming through your eyelids, but your brain screams at you to just go back to sleep. You begin to turn onto your other side, trying to find a new comfortable position so you can go back to your dreamland when something occurs to you.
There’s an arm draped over your middle, unmoving. You don’t hear anything but rhythmic breathing, too—no chuckles, no sighs, nobody saying your name softly.
So, your eyes rip open, immediately assaulted by the sunlight coming through your blinds. Once the shock ends, though, you’re met with the sight of Jiwoong, dead asleep in front of you. His hair is messy and his mouth is slightly ajar, his eyes are shut and his face is somewhat puffy from a full night of sleep. The sight is mesmerizing, and you bask in how beautiful your boyfriend looks, even in the morning.
Then, after a few minutes, you get to scheming.
It takes everything in you to suppress the manic giggle sliding up your throat, and, as slowly as you possibly can, you pick his arm up off your side and drop it back onto the bed.
I am going to make the best breakfast in the world, you think, scuttling out of the bedroom while you think about how exciting it is that you finally woke up before he did.
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zhang hao
i imagine you wake up before zhang hao most of the time
he seems like the type of guy to be absolutely dead to the world when he’s asleep idk
you make it a point to go to bed before him too so you don’t have to listen to his snoring
i feel like hao likes being the little spoon </3 so i imagine you wake up with him nestled right up to you like a cat
of course it takes everything in you to not start screaming and crying over how cute he is
as aforementioned hao is a deep sleeper so most of the time you get up and start your day, and you only wake him up if he asked you to the night before
usually, hao will wake up when you’re sipping your morning drink of choice and scrolling through your phone on the couch
and he’ll waddle out and collapse on top of you :( head on your chest and arms wrapped around your middle … and then he goes back to sleep ON you
you’re rendered unable to move for the next half an hour so hopefully you have nowhere to be
when hao wakes up (rare, special event!) before you he doesn’t think much of it lol
usually, he just takes it as an invitation to lay in bed with you for longer
then he’ll get bored and wake you up “so you can chat”
“do i ever wake you up to chat?”
“no but i’m me”
then you’ll listen to him ramble on for a good twenty minutes while you try to wake up
he ends his little rambling session by giving you a big kiss and then getting up for the day
he’s so perfect lol
YOU WAKE UP to Hao’s finger on your cheek and his face inches away from yours, which scares you so bad that you yelp and jerk back. Hao frowns, jutting his bottom lip out as if he didn’t just wake you up at 7:30 in the morning.
“Why are you up so early?” you manage to choke out, cringing at the way you’ve woken up feeling.
“I don’t know, but I have a question,” he says, inching closer to you so his head is now on your pillow. “Do you think the government has actually found aliens and they’re just not telling anyone? Like, is that possible?”
“Huh? Why are you asking?”
“Just think about it,” he says as if there’s anything you can manage to think about at 7:30 in the morning. “Would they be able to pull that off without us knowing?”
“How would I know? I mean, maybe? If they tried hard enough?”
Hao hummed in response, tapping on his chin. “Okay. You can go back to bed."
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hanbin
things are pretty middle of the road when it comes to hanbin
you could wake up first, or he could, or you wake up at around the same time
i think he has a daily alarm so whenever that goes off, if you’re both still sleeping, you’re both waking up at the same time
then there’s your allotted morning hanbin time
he doesn’t strike me as someone who wakes up quickly, so he’ll turn his alarm off and then cuddle up to you
i think he’d prefer sleeping face-to-face so most of the time your face is either buried in his chest or vice versa
at some point, he will begin the day with a “good morning beautiful” or a solid “i missed you” and it kind of feels like being punched in the stomach (he’s so UGHHGHGGH)
and he’ll ask how you slept, how you’re feeling, what you’re doing that day, etc … and you’ll do the same ofc
he’s very gentle in the mornings and he has a severe case of pink cheeks so he’s adorable to you
i see hanbin as the type of guy who likes doing his morning routine with you so you’ll get up together, brush your teeth together, wash your face, and all the different things
but i think he really really likes it when you cook him breakfast
it’s kinda odd but he will literally eat anything you put in front of him … like it could be a plate of salt and he’d be like “mmm this is delicious”
he will sit and watch you cook with a silly little grin on his face
he’s so sung hanbin
this guy is fatal
HANBIN FOLLOWS YOU to the kitchen like a chick, and, the moment you walk behind the counter, he’s immediately sitting on a stool, head resting on his arms.
“What do you want to eat?” you ask, opening the fridge to survey your options. You had plenty of eggs, and you had quite a few bread spreads that could make good toast. You had an avocado left, too, which meant you just needed to hear from your boyfriend to start cooking.
“Whatever you want.”
“Savory or sweet?”
“I could do either.”
You sigh, wondering what you were expecting. So, you take the carton of eggs from the fridge and place it next to the stove, putting a pan on and turning up the heat. You hear the sound of the stool screeching behind you and, a second later, Hanbin is wrapping his hands around your waist. You feel the weight of his head on top of yours, and you’re almost melting at the gesture.
“How do you want your eggs cooked?”
“I don’t care.”
The moment is instantly ruined by the answer, and you sigh in exasperation. “Oh my god, please just pick a type of egg. Scrambled. Over easy. Sunny side up. I will do anything, please just pick.”
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matthew
matthew is another guy who wakes up before you
except he wakes up to go to the gym so when you wake up, he’s gone and there’s a little note on your nightstand telling you when he’s going to get back and how much he loves you
good news is he comes back with food so you two are NEVER cooking in the mornings
spiritually i just know that matthew is an acai bowl guy so he comes back with two of those and then you both chow down
but i think, on special occasions, he will sleep in (when this happens, he’s usually not in the mood to go to the gym), and you’ll usually wake up before him when this happens
and i think matthew treats you like his own personal teddy bear so you wake up, arms around you and head on his chest while he’s snoring away
usually, you’re good to just lay there for a while until you start getting a cramp from the way he’s holding you
you’ll try to wiggle out but it’s no use, he’s got you in an unbreakable grip
so you’re left laying there, whisper-yelling “matthew!!! matthew!!!!”
at this point you haven't even seen his face yet, just his arms iron-locked around your waist and whatever else of him that you aren’t laying on top of
finally, you give up the whispering and just flat-out yell his name, which scares the shit out of him
he lets go and you roll off of him, sighing in relief at the feeling of your cramp beginning to go away
“what was that for?”
“leg cramp”
you and matthew will proceed to not move for the next 30 minutes to an hour, with there being small conversation interspersed throughout
FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, you wake up to Matthew laying next to you, rather than you laying on top of you. He’s laying on his stomach, practically face down on his pillow, with one hand on your hip and the other jutting off the side of the bed.
You giggle at him, wondering how he ended up laying like this when he usually has you locked up in his embrace. You reach behind you as steadily as you can, feeling around your nightstand for your phone so you can take a picture.
Once you manage to grab it, you quickly turn it on, but your plan is interrupted by two things. One, it’s nearly 10 in the morning, and, two, you have three texts from Gyuvin that were sent over an hour ago, asking where Matthew was.
It takes a moment of thinking for you to realize that he’d probably slept through his alarm, leaving Gyuvin completely in the dark. You lightly poke his bicep once, and when you get no reaction, you go again, but a bit firmer this time. Matthew doesn’t even stir.
“Matthew? Hello?” you ask, but nothing. So, your only solution is to half-yell his name, which causes his eyes to fly open.
“Oh my god, what?”
“You blew off Gyuvin.”
The moment you say that he’s up and on his phone, frantically typing while you laugh at him.
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taerae
i actually think you wake up before taerae nearly 100% of the time
with the newfound news that he’s a gamer, i actively think he’s probably up way later than you and doesn’t get up until like noon
because of that, if you wake up earlier in the morning, you’re either waiting 70 years for him to rise from the dead or you’re getting up without him
he’s not that hard to detach from either, as long as you replace yourself with a stuffed animal you’re good
and 90% of the time you’re the one holding onto him so it’s not that big of a deal
sometimes you’ll be eating lunch when he finally emerges and then he’ll just eat the rest of your lunch
but he always greets you and asks how your morning was :) it’s very endearing
however, when taerae wakes up before you, it’s quite literally like he just won the lottery
he treats it like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him (similar to things with jiwoong tbh)
gets up and takes 80,000 pictures of you so he can tell everyone the good news
he attempts to make you breakfast in bed but, when he’s gone for too long, your spidey senses go off and you wake up like “oh my god where is my boyfriend he’s GONE”
so you go searching for him and find him partying it up in the kitchen
and then he gets upset at you because he had a tray ready and everything
the big event is when you wake up around the same time though
usually, it’s because you both got really drunk the night before
neither of you are happy but at least you have each other
YOU WAKE UP TO a pounding headache and a slight bit of nausea, which is something absolutely no one wants to wake up to. Taerae is lying in front of you on his back, arm over his eyes and a look of utter displeasure on his face.
“How did we get home?” was your first question, realizing that you didn’t remember anything after shotgunning an entire drink after someone told you they thought you couldn’t.
“Hanbin drove us,” he groaned, voice deep and hoarse from the sleep you just endured. You looked at the clock and realized it was 2 in the afternoon, which made you feel even worse without you trying.
Regret begins to soak into your skin as you shuffle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tucking your head into his chest. He weakly puts an arm around you, too, and you can tell he’s feeling the same way.
“Let’s never do that again,” you propose, which causes Taerae to laugh. His chest rumbling actually relieves your headache a bit, although you’re unsure as to why.
“You say that every time we go out.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.”
He scoffs, and you tighten your hold on him. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
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ricky
with ricky it’s also a big 50/50
except he wakes up at the same time every day, with no exceptions
he goes to bed at the same time, too
he will never sacrifice his routine and every time circumstances have him waking up earlier than usual, he’s unhappy and quiet
but when he’s on schedule he will continue his schedule whether or not you’re awake
you can’t really blame him because you’d kill to be as put together as he is
so when you wake up before him you really treasure it
ricky is a beautiful sleeper, he never stops serving face
you’ve never managed to catch him looking ugly while sleeping and you’re beginning to think it’s quite literally impossible
you’ve shown your friends pictures and they’re always in awe…how does he just look like that even when he’s entirely unconscious
i think he likes to sleep near you but not necessarily cuddle
he’s mostly fine with you just being next to him, but he won’t push you off if you happen to latch onto him in the night or anything
so you usually wake up facing him with him facing you, perhaps a knee touching or something
and you ogle at him until he wakes up and goes “what are you staring at” like hello??? you, you beautiful loser
when he wakes up before you, he will wake you up when he finishes making food. always has a plate ready for you :)
very cute guy overall
YOU WAKE UP to Ricky standing over you, already completely ready for his day. He’s gotten dressed and done his hair up, and all of his jewelry on.
“Morning, princess,” he hums, and, as you come to, you realize you can smell something cinnamony coming from the kitchen. “I made breakfast if you want to come eat.”
You mumble a string of incoherencies, pushing yourself up from your comfortable position and staring at the wall for a second. Then, in what could only be described as laziness, you look at Ricky and hold your arms up. He stares at you for a second, confused as to what you’re asking for, but gets it after a couple of seconds.
He lifts you up from the bed in one fell swoop, and you wrap your legs around his waist, putting your head in the crook of his neck. You’d never felt more content in your life, and, briefly, you wondered how you managed to get yourself a Ricky.
But, the moment is over all too soon, and he’s putting you in a chair, walking over to where you assume were the premade cinnamon rolls he’d put together. “How many do you want?”
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gyuvin
gyuvin strikes me as the type of guy to love sleepovers
aka you stay up until like 4 in the morning doing god knows what, and then you don’t wake up until 2 in the afternoon
and most of the time you’re waking up incredibly disoriented because you’ll have fallen asleep pretty much everywhere but your bed
once you fell asleep on a couch outside and woke up to the worst sunburns of your life
sometimes you’re laying on top of him on the couch while the TV plays the 10th hallmark movie of the day
other times you’re asleep on the floor with literally no recollection of how you got there
you’ll always have intense back and neck pain for the rest of the day though so don’t worry
but, in the off chance you two actually made it to a bed (which only happens when you have ‘girl night,’ aka you do face masks and watch mean girls), i think gyuvin is nice to wake up with
he’s the type of guy to wrap literally all of his limbs around you and trap you in a leg-and-arm cage
he’s tall and lanky and doesn’t like the fact that his feet go off the edge of your bed so obviously the solution is to just entrap you
and he’s not an incredibly heavy sleeper so he’ll notice you woke up and wake up too
the sleepover antics continue with the two of you going over every important notification you missed while you were asleep, sometimes including entire events you missed
“oh i forgot i was planning on going to lunch with gunwook and yujin…oh well”
sometimes you miss classes even though the night before you’re swearing to him that you’re not going to stay up super late and miss them
after that, you go about your day like normal
and plan to do it all again that night too
WHEN YOU WAKE UP, the first thing you notice is the extreme pain in your neck. Then, you notice the fact that you’re not laying down, rather, you’re sitting up with your back against the wall, your computer open and dead in front of you.
You then feel the weight of Gyuvin’s head on yours, and the feeling of his shoulder under your head. Your stirring wakes him up—you can feel it—and suddenly he’s groaning about how bad his neck hurts. “What were we even doing?” you asked, swiping your fingers on the mousepad of your laptop. It doesn’t turn on, and you decide to attempt to sit up straight. In the process, a bunch of pops come from your back, which feel awful and good simultaneously.
“I don’t remember,” he said, a slight strain to his voice. “I think we were binging the, like, golden buzzer videos. Right? Isn’t that it?”
“I don’t know.”
You turn to see Gyuvin stretching, most likely trying to rid himself of the pain from sleeping like you had. For some reason, the sight causes you to burst into laughter, which causes him to do the same. And, for a few moments, the two of you sit there, cracking up at nothing but each other.
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gunwook
the third routine haver of zb1 after matthew and ricky
he’s awful at sticking to it though
you and gunwook wake up at the same time because his alarm (titled “wake up and go to the gym”) wakes the two of you up
because he’s only 18, you’re not living together, so you aren’t really used to waking up with him lol
also because of your youth, when you’re waking up with each other, it’s often in his twin XL dorm bed
so you’re laying on top of him practically and you’re sharing one pillow
it’s really not comfortable but gyuvin, his roommate, spent the night at ricky’s so you didn’t want to pass the opportunity up
you both regret it the moment you wake up cause you’re sweaty and gross LOL
usually, you’re the first one to sit up, mostly because he can only get up once you have
but then you spend like 30 minutes just sitting up on the bed holding hands
you’ll ask what time gyuvin is gonna get back and he just shrugs
neither of you wants to get up literally every time this happens so by the end of the 30 minutes you’re back to laying down
except your head is on his chest and he’s got his arms around you
then you lay there for another hour until gunwook gets a text that gyuvin’s on his way up because he forgot his wallet and he and ricky want to go out
gyuvin CANNOT see you in the room because he’ll make fun of the both of you endlessly
you’re both super awake now
panic ensues
YOU PRACTICALLY FLY off the bed the moment you read the text, Gunwook following quickly after you. You whip your head around the room, looking for a place to hide from the monster that is now quickly approaching your safe haven.
Under the bed is too obvious, and too open, so Gyuvin would easily be able to see you. Under the desk isn’t big enough, nor is it covering enough, so there’s only one option for you, and Gunwook has already beaten you to it. He’s throwing the closet door open, ripping a shirt and jeans from inside, while you practically nose dive in.
Gunwook slams it shut, and there are mere seconds until you hear the door unlock and open. Your heart is pounding as you hear Ricky greet Gunwook, and Gyuvin rustling through his stuff.
“Oh, [First] isn’t here?” Gyuvin asks, sounding genuinely bewildered.
“Isn’t she probably just hiding?” Ricky counters and your heart drops. Gunwook laughs, and you hope they can’t tell it’s incredibly panicked.
“Should we look?”
It goes silent, Gunwook offering another awkward laugh. “Nah, just kidding. See you later, man.”
The moment the door opens and closes, your body deflates in relief, and Gunwook opens the closet door, letting you back out into the world.
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chemblrish · 2 months ago
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Hey Lena, any tips for how to make friends in uni as a nerdy but introverted/socially anxious girlie? 🥺 thank youu
Hi!
I need you to know I saw this ask and immediately thought, "Did I just get a message from my past self?" 😅 Nerdy and introverted? Check. Used to have very bad social anxiety? Check. I was in therapy though and it was immensely helpful! I'm still a little shy but doing incomparably better, so I can tell you what I've learnt and hopefully some of it can help you too :)
Excuse the language, but first of all, you need to give yourself a fucking break. Shy people, we tend to fixate on ourselves: our looks, our posture, on whether what we just said was weird, and so, all our flaws (both real and imaginary) appear magnified tenfold - but only to us. Because truth is, nobody else is judging you half as harshly as you're judging yourself. Nobody is analyzing all your jokes or the way you walk. If you trip or say something awkward, it genuinely doesn't matter. It happens to everybody sometimes, it's okay. Remember that there's nothing wrong with you. Maybe you're shy, maybe you're easily overwhelmed, maybe you have very little experience making friends - but none of these make you inherently weird. So give yourself a break. You're sincerely doing a lot better than you think, I promise.
Small talk is actually not a bad thing, no matter what some edgelords may try to tell you. I used to spark up a lot of conversations early on in uni by bringing up things like the last test (because most of the time I'd get a mildly pained sigh in response and then we'd bond over how hard it was and how the professor was crazy lol) or the upcoming lab class ("Any interesting exercises in your schedule?") or how my commute to uni that day wrecked me and hey are you a commuter? Oh, you live in a dorm, how do you like it? And many other things of this sort, because if you think about it, uni is a neverending source of conversation topics when you're a student talking to another student.
You know how shy people are advised to just ask questions because everybody loves talking about themselves? That's not a bad advice. The trick is to be genuinely curious about other people. Don't ask just to say something, ask to hear what that other person has to say. This is helpful for two reasons: it takes the focus away from you (which is exactly where shy people shouldn't keep it) by directing it at the other person, and it actually helps to keep the conversation going, because it allows you to find either another thing that might interest you about that person or something to share about yourself.
Maybe it's obvious, but don't hide yourself. I know it's a lot easier to just curl up in a corner with your phone, but you gotta put yourself out there. Hang out with the rest of your course mates outside the lecture hall as you're all waiting for the professor. Take your time packing up afterwards instead of dashing straight for the exit. Don't look for that secluded spot where you can hide safely with a book (even though your introvert instinct tells you to do just that), be where the other students hang out.
Sometimes you have to keep choosing someone. Storytime with a moral: I took a liking to one of my current friends very early in the first semester. She seemed like exactly the kind of person I wanted to stick with in uni. I'd always come up to her and talk to her first but she hardly ever did the same. For some time I'd think, "Welp, clearly she doesn't dislike me, but she doesn't seem to like me much either." Now I can't even remember when that changed, but in an honest conversation we had maybe last month (so after almost two years of knowing each other!!), she told me she often struggles with figuring out whether someone likes her and wants her around or not, so she usually just stays away. You aren't the only introvert out there. Maybe the person you're trying to befriend is also a little anxious and needs a bit more time and effort from you. Don't give up too easily!
Not all people are your people and that's okay. You'll find that trying to talk to someone continuously feels like a chore no matter your good intentions. That doesn't mean there's something wrong with you or with them. Everybody can't click with everybody and that's fine!
And lastly: "different friends for different things" is a liberating philosophy. Maybe there's this one person in this one class that you always sit with and get along with well, but it doesn't seem like either of you wants to take it any further than that. Cool! That's your buddy X from Y class. Not everyone has to be your bestie who knows all your secrets and shares all your interests. Be open to the concept of casual friends, so that you don't miss out on the more meaningful relationships by chasing someone who's just not feelin' it if you know what I mean.
Good luck my fellow introvert. Remember getting better at making friends is a process but also a skill that can be practiced and polished. You got this, I'm rooting for you!
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kyber-crystal · 11 months ago
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scarlet ibis (songbird) || anakin skywalker
summary: they say the purest love takes the longest time, and your story is nothing short of that. there’s fragility within beauty and to him, you’re a mosaic of stained glass (alt title: 5 times you call anakin skywalker by his last name, and 1 time you finally call him by his first.)
words: ~3.2k
warnings: angst, mild violence, mentions of blood + death (but no major character death dw), two oblivious idiots in love
a/n: 2nd place fic from my mini poll! not my best work LOL, but i think this is one of my favorite fics i've written (so far). i've had this in drafts for about a year or so as well...
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It was safe to say that even a nanosecond of interacting with Anakin Skywalker made your blood boil. 
He knew just how to push all your buttons and you hated it. How could one person exist for seemingly one purpose only—to piss you off—you didn’t understand it and weren’t sure if you ever would. “Loyal Jedi” my ass. 
If you were the first person to speak up during meetings, he was also the first to counter your points and shoot you down. If you were late to meals in the mess hall, he took the last roll of bread, so you’d have to wait an extra half hour for more to come out. If you were dueling together, he would always point out every microscopic flaw in your technique. You were sure that your head would explode at any moment by his existence alone.
This is so ridiculous—you’re ridiculous.
“You know I can hear you, right?” Anakin glanced at you in his peripheral vision. “Don’t be mad because my plan worked, and yours didn’t. There’s this thing called accepting defeat.”
“Just because I don’t do things the way you do doesn’t mean they’re wrong.”
“They’re not wrong, but they’re not safe. You can’t declare safety compromisation a success. There’s a clear difference between the two.”
You scoffed. “Since when did you, out of all people, account for safety?”
“I should be asking you the same thing.”
“You’re not answering my question.”
“And you’re not answering mine, either.” He reaches behind his ear and turns his comms on. “Now are we going to head home or what?” 
“Aye aye, General,” you responded sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “Let’s embark on the journey of a lifetime.” 
Awkward silence pierces the air like a dozen tiny needles, but you’ll take it over arguing with a wall any day. You knew what you were fighting for and why. You were confident in your actions and believed you always stood on the right side. 
Except, he didn’t. 
It was a quick two day recon and you got the job done in half the allotted time. In and out faster than you could blink. Of course, Anakin would find fault in that one way or another…and he did. You got caught as you were escaping…dragging the mission duration out by an extra day.
Granted, you were only delayed by a few hours, but it was enough to upset him. You couldn’t even feel the ropes digging into your wrists after hour two, anyway. But from the moment he broke in and saw the first speck of blood on you, a look of fury flashed across his eyes. I’d be surprised if he had even half a heart under all that thick skin, you grumbled to yourself. He’ll slice at anything that moves. 
“You know—” Anakin’s voice breaks through the tension-filled air. He wants to say something else, but the words get stuck in the back of his throat and his tongue goes numb.
“I don’t care.” You pick at your scabbing wounds, not caring that they’re starting to sting and peel all over again. Before he can catch you doing so, you tug your sleeves over them and grit your teeth. “We got the job done, Skywalker, that’s all that matters.”
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Maybe it was time to stop trying to commit mass murder on the punching bags. They weren’t going to do anything except break after two minutes of merciless attacks. 
Hopefully…you wouldn’t get in trouble for the glass vase that happened to get in your path. Nobody ever bothered to wander to the west wing of the Temple often enough to notice, anyway.
As you clenched and unclenched your fists, the cracks in your knuckles slowly started to stretch out like thin, red spiderwebs. The dots of brilliant ruby seemed to glitter among the pristine flooring—almost like they were meant to be there from the start. 
With every shard you threw away, the cracks and fury dug themselves further into your skin, threatening to explode.
You didn’t even need to look up afterward to know his scalding gaze was on you again.  
“Are you trying to get an infection?”
“Fuck off.”
He ignored your biting reply and kneeled down to clean up the mess. Once he was done, he stood back up and grabbed you by the wrist, leading you down the hall to his quarters.
As soon as he sat you down at the edge of his bed, you shot him a death glare. “What in Force’s name is your problem?”
“My problem,” Anakin replied, “is that you’re about to bleed all over the place. Let me help.”
“I don’t need fixing, Skywalker,” you snapped. “It’s just a cut.”
Anakin raised a brow at you, then looked down at your hands. “Too bad, I think you do. Broken glass will buryinto places you don’t expect.”
“Then you’re severely underestimating what I’m capable of. So let me go,” you snapped, jerking your wrist out of his grip. You unfortunately did this too fast, and hissed in pain as a result. “I’m fine.”
Sighing, the young Jedi reaches for the bacta pads next to him and works carefully to patch you up. He pretends not to notice the tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. Or the way you pick at the skin by your thumb, or the way your left foot taps the floor in a nervous rhythm. He pretends not to notice everything you do, but you’re everywhere. It frustrates him because he can’t escape. 
“Why do I have a feeling that exterminating the centuries-old vase of magic and splendor wasn’t in your original plan?”
“I was,” your voice wavers, fingers twitching. He notices this, too. “Leave me be.”
Shadows of the late afternoon light dance across the bridge of your nose, and he lets himself stare for a bit longer than normal. And…being who you two are, neither of you realize the fact.  
“You can go now, if you want,” he finally says after the sun begins descending into the horizon. “But make sure not to overexert yourself again.”
You don’t move. You stay there; quietly sitting in the middle of his room with glistening cheeks. Anakin doesn’t bother asking you to leave a second time. 
A fallen angel trapped in an endless prison; a halo and fractured wings that rendered her unable to fly. And yet, amidst all that death and despair, nothing could mar her beauty.
He feels those same little spiderwebs running through his palms, and he feels them shorten. Just a little bit.
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The halls of the Temple were eerily quiet early in the morning. You would expect more Jedi to be up before the sun rose, but today, all activity had seemed to stop. Gathering the ends of your cloak into your arms, you made a careful climb up onto the rooftops to watch the sunrise. 
It seemed like you weren’t the only one who had this in mind, though.
“The hell are you doing at this hour?” 
“I could ask you the same exact thing,” Anakin replied as he stood up and turned around to face you. “You’re going to fall.” 
“I’m fine, don’t—” You let out a small squeak as you lose your footing and slip. Luckily, though, he catches you in time by wrapping an arm around your waist and holding on tight. Fire shoots through your veins at the feeling of him pressed up against you. “Let go of me, Skywalker!”
Once he leads you to where you can get more stable footing, he lets you go. But even then, there’s a hand that hovers over the small of your back. 
Brilliant bursts of sunlight stream over the horizon and wash over the world in pale red and pink. It stops you from saying something snarky to Anakin because you’re speechless at the breathtaking sight above. 
“I have…something for you,” he clears his throat. “—And don’t hit me. I’m not trying to poison you.” 
“Okay…?”
He reaches into his cloak pocket and pulls out what appears to be jewelry of some kind. 
“How many innocent beings did you kill to get this? Please don’t tell me it was smuggled. Or that you robbed someone for it. I can’t keep something like that.” 
“Y/N.” 
“What?”
“Do you…like it?”
You paused and took one good look at the necklace in his hand. It had to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in all twenty years of living, and even that was an understatement. A teardrop-shaped, deep vermillion stone encased by tiny, glittering jewels—it was as if he had captured the stormclouds himself. It was perfect—too perfect, almost. 
Your voice came out in a whisper. “It’s so pretty.”
He takes a careful step to stand behind you in response. His fingers brush against your neck as he puts the necklace on, and fireworks explode behind your eyes.
Without another word, you turn towards him and rest your chin on his shoulder. He pulls you closer, and your heart feels a little fuller than before. 
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The warzone was an ugly place. 
If hell was a real thing, this had to be it. The sky is bleeding red and each burst of lightning splits it further apart, the smell of death swirling around with the debris. Battle droids push forward in a stampede and you try your best to ignore the sickening crunch of bone beneath their metal feet. You squeeze your eyes shut as you tighten your hold around your lightsaber and pray to every god out there in the universe because war was cruel and mean and you just wanted to go home and sleep forever because anything, absolutely anything, was better than the suffering you were having to endure now. 
When the shot originally meant for Anakin hits you in the side, you’re unable to fully comprehend the pain because your brain won’t let you. You force yourself to keep going. Pain was temporary…you’d deal with the aftermath later. You could afford to.
What feels like hours passes by and the gunfire doesn’t stop. The incessant ringing in your ears is something you’ve forced yourself to grow accustomed to. 
“Y/N!” Anakin’s voice manages to cut through the howling winds. “You need to—”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before a grenade detonates near you and throws you against the walls. A searing pain shoots through your body at the impact and the world tilts on its axis. Scarlet seeps into your tear-stained vision and suddenly, the whole world is drenched in blood.
This was it…
If you were going to die now, it would be as far from pretty as you could possibly get. 
It’s another slow few minutes before he finally finds you slumped against the stone. Somehow, you manage to shoot him a small smile before wincing. “Took you long enough to get here.” 
“You…”
“Oh, wow, I’ve been shot,” you let out a dry laugh, pressing a hand over your wound. The color immediately drained from his face as he saw blood seeping through your fingers. “That’s a whole lot of red.”
He crouches down next to you to assess your state, pressing the commlink in his ear as he does so. “Why is it that you’re always getting hurt?” 
“My middle name is Trouble, that’s why.” You cough, and more red drips down your lips. “Trouble follows me around wherever I go.”
“It’s not fair,” Anakin mumbled under his breath, applying pressure to your torso as you wince again. “I’m supposed to be jumping in front of bullets for you and getting close to being blown up, not the other way around.” 
“I decided that your massive ego needed a little break so I took the workload for you,” you snarked. “Happy now, Skywalker?”
For the first time ever, he doesn’t bite back with an equally sarcastic response. You don’t question it. “No. I’m not.”
The returning journey's dead silent, save for your labored breathing due to your cracked ribs. You try to sit up, but he places a firm hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving. 
“I told you I’m fine—”
“You need to rest,” he exhales, the distress and tiredness evident in his eyes. “Please.”
“Okay…”
Wordlessly, Anakin reaches over to cup his hands over yours and and brings them to his lips. A pleasant sense of warmth overtakes you and you can almost pretend like the ship’s heater isn't broken and you’re melting, little by little. And if you look closer, you can see clusters of galaxies and shooting stars behind his steel blue eyes. The thought alone comforts you and starts to lull you to sleep. 
His eyes shift to the necklace; the gemstone sits still against your sternum as your chest rises and falls. Beauty among chaos. He wonders every day how such stark differences can coexist in a peaceful manner. 
“For what it’s worth,” he murmurs long after you’ve drifted off, “I never really hated you.”
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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You placed your hands on your hips as you observed the pitiful scene before you. The Jedi Order could host extravagant events and use expensive artillery and clones, but wouldn’t account for comfortable sleeping accommodations. Making a mental note to politely complain to Master Windu, you let out a long sigh. 
“If I stretch out, I’ll fall off,” Anakin pointed out as he too stared at the small queen bed (you were sure it was a twin, though). 
“I’d fall off, too.”
“You know what…I’ll take the floor. I don’t want to hear you complaining about back pain in the morning.” 
He was about to take his pillow and toss it to the floor before you grabbed his wrist. “Are you nuts? I can’t let you do that.”
“Then what do you want me to do?” 
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know, share the bed without kicking me in the middle of the night?”
Both of you stopped and stared at each other at this. 
“The audacity you have to say that when you’re the kicker…” Anakin began. 
“I’m using the bathroom first.” You pushed past him to go wash up. “Don’t be a bed hog, Skywalker.”
Minutes later, you’re both settled in under the covers and have fallen into a comfortable silence. The only things you can hear are the crickets chirping outside and Anakin’s steady breathing. If you ignored the fact that you were on a mission and crammed into an incredibly tiny motel room, you could imagine that this was a peaceful weekend getaway to some tropical planet. 
You’re the first one to break the silence and speak up. “Do you wonder when the war will end? Or if it’ll end at all?”
“All the time.” He rolls over on his side to face you. “And what I’d do afterwards.”
“Where would you go?”
Anakin hums for a moment before responding. “I don’t know. You?”
“I’d go back to Naboo. To the lakes, where the water is so clear you can see your future, and the roses are redder than your face under the summer sun. Padme would take me there all the time when we were younger.” 
“I think I’d follow you, then.”
“But there’s sand, and lots of it,” you laughed. “Are you sure?”
“I’d be willing to bear its coarse, rough, and irritating qualities for you. Only once, though. I have my limits.”
Your heart warms at the mini confession. “I wish we could just end everything now. Call off the troops, sign a few treaties or something…end the war. I’m tired of the violence and bloodshed. I know everyone else is too.”
“I know.”
Anakin’s hand finds its way into yours, and the tension in your shoulders slowly unravels as your fingers lace with his. 
And all the cracked and bleeding crevices on your skin start healing the longer you lean into his touch. It’s like he has a needle and spool of thread in hand, and he’s slowly but surely stitching you back together. 
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The giant metropolis of Coruscant had gone quiet under blankets of snow—it was a sight unlike any other. You hadn’t seen a speck of snow hit since you stepped foot onto the Jedi Temple as a child. 
You stood alone in the hangar bay with bated breath and reddened, frostbitten fingers. Like you’d dipped them in blood before letting them dry for a bit.. He had to be here any minute now; you didn’t want him to return and not have anyone to welcome him back. So despite the subzero temperatures and barely-healing knuckles, you remained in place. 
When his ship touches down and he hops out with a wide smile, you can feel a giant weight being lifted off your chest. He jogs toward you and brings you in for a crushing embrace, and for once, you finally feel at home. 
“It’s freezing. What are you doing here?” He’s sweating, even though he looks like he should be cold. “You should’ve headed inside.”
“I waited for you, what else would I be doing?”
Anakin grins again and hugs you even tighter. “I missed you. More than anything.” 
Your heart suddenly starts to ache at his admission and that’s when the realization kicks in. “I thought I lost you, Anakin. You could’ve died. I couldn’t sleep for three days after I lost your signal. And yet you’re standing here acting like it’s no big deal because at least you’re alive and in one piece.”
“Y/N…”
A chill runs down your spine and you know in that moment that it has nothing to do with the weather. You knew this wasn’t right; you weren’t supposed to be doing this, but it felt more natural than anything you’d ever done.
That’s when you find an Anakin-shaped shard of glass wedged deep in your heart and you don’t know how it found its way there, but you don’t even bother pulling it out. Glass splinters are supposed to be these jagged, disfigured things, but this one is beautiful and even shines amongst the rubble. It’ll bury its way into places you don’t expect. With the way he fits against your body, you can’t help but feel like he was meant to fill the gaping hole in your heart. So wholly, so perfectly without a single scratch or flaw. 
You look up at him and feel your breath get caught in your throat. Since when did he make you so nervous? 
He’s even closer now and so are you, so you press your mouth to his as if doing so would save you from falling apart. Your brain short-circuits, and as you sink into the sudden burst of warmth you realize you don’t want this to end.
“Took you long enough,” he mumbles against your skin as you pull apart. “I was starting to wonder when…”
“Shut up. Don’t ruin the moment,” you muttered before bringing your hand to his cheek and kissing him a second time. He doesn’t object and tightens his hold around you, and a fire spreads through you from head to toe. 
“I love you,” Anakin says after a while. “Even though you like sand, and I don’t.”
“I knew that already,” you joked with a smile and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. “You’re not exactly the most subtle person ever.”
“Neither are you,” he chuckles.
“But I love you too.”
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parad-ice-lostandfound · 1 year ago
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Prompt: "Come on, get in the spirit! Dance with me!"
Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu
Genre: Fluff
TW: Lilia attempts culinary terrorism lol
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It wasn't everyday that you saw Silver running over to you as if being chased by blot monsters. You stood up from where you had been tending to the small flower garden you had planted in front of Ramshackle. The usually stoic boy had a look in his eyes that immediately put you on your guard, and so you met him halfway. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern when he doubled over, hands holding his knees and breathing wild and fast.
"Silver?" You spoke to him as one would approach a wounded animal, careful not to make any sudden moves. "Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
Silver looked up at you, eyes wide with a deep-seated dread in them that was all too familiar to you. "Father-" he wheezed, and you rubbed his back, encouraging him to breathe. "Father is trying to cook-"
You grimaced. You loved Lilia but.... his cooking left much to be desired. "Did you try distracting him?"
"Sebek and Malleus tried, but he's determined to cook dinner today. We couldn't get him to leave the stove alone for more than five minutes," he said, finally standing upright, his cheeks flushed from the energy he exerted in running from Diasomnia to Ramshackle. "It is tradition to have a grand feast today. Back in Briar Valley, the feast would be prepared by the chefs at Malleus' castle, but since we are here, Father took it upon himself to follow the tradition."
"Oh. Oh no."
"Prefect, please. You are our only hope now."
You let out a soft chuckle. With the way the silver haired boy was acting, one would think the world was ending. "Let's go and stop your father from committing any culinary terrorism, hm?"
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Malleus watched the ancient fae as he danced in the kitchen, a smile on his lips as he cut and measured and mixed ingredients into the pot bubbling away merrily on the stove. Diasomnia's lounge was empty, the students having retreated into their rooms in order to avoid having to eat their vice-housewarden's cooking.
"Has Silver not yet returned with the Child of Man?" He asked Sebek softly, careful not to alert Lilia to their presence after they politely turned down his offer of acting as his taste-testers.
"No, my liege," Sebek hesitated, one eye trained on the door. "What if he fell asleep on the way to Ramshackle? Perhaps I must-"
The door opened at that moment, and in came Silver, followed by you. Sebek frowned in displeasure as he whispered to the silver-haired boy, "What took the two of you so long-!"
"Nevermind that," Malleus placed a hand on Sebek's shoulder as he made his way to you, effectively shutting him up. "Child of man," the young fae prince started, your hands clasped tightly in his, "I implore you to help us. Silver must have made you aware of the situation..."
You nodded, and Malleus let out a sigh of relief. "Go ahead and work your magic, Child of Man. We wish you success," he hummed, gently pushing you in the direction of the kitchen. The three watched intently as you entered, each one praying that you'd be able to accomplish what they could not.
"Lilia," you called out to your lover as you entered, smiling when he turned to you with an overjoyed look on his face. "Little bat," Lilia chuckled as he skipped over to you, pot of unidentified (and hopefully uneaten by the end of the night) matter forgotten.
Taking your hands in his Lilia spun you around, relishing in the sound of your laughter. "What are you doing here?"
"What, I can't come over to see you when I want?"
"Of course you can. Nobody could possibly stop you," he hummed, pulling you close. Lilia smiled as he looked at you, eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. Sparkling eyes that turned curious when he saw you take your phone out and place it on the counter.
His questions were answered as a soft little tune began to play from the device. One he recognized as a fairly popular winter song in Briar Valley.
"Dance with me?" You asked, holding out your hand to him. Lilia smiled and took it, your warmth bleeding into him through the point of contact.
"It would be my pleasure, my dear~"
Silver smiled as he watched the two of them waltz around the kitchen, before turning to Malleus and Sebek. "We should give them some time alone," he suggested and Malleus nodded. The three of them left, hearts lighter and stomachs grateful for your intervention.
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deadricslover · 2 years ago
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little admirer
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here's my masterlist!
a/n: I've been stuck for ideas I'm sorry I've been gone :/ but hopefully I will get back into the routine of posting! this is also shorter than usual but I didn't want to drag it out lol
summary: you always hated getting bombarded by 'fans' of Bruce and the paparazzi. You didn't think this encounter would be any different but you were wrong. It was actually one of the most wholesome ones and definitely your favourite.
warnings: this really isn't about Bruce but he's the boyfriend ok? so...ya. and scars I guess NOT PROOFREAD
pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!musician!eader
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When you looked out the window and saw the crowds of people outside, your fear reached its pinnacle. The only thing you wanted was to spend your anniversary with Bruce alone, free from intrusions other than kisses, of course. Yet that was all wishful thinking. It was obvious that it would not occur. Given your animosity for the paparazzi, Bruce had made an effort to ease your fears, but in reality, you both knew you would just have to get through it. You might have thought you would get used to it since you were also a fairly well-known musician, but not as much as Bruce, the prince of Gotham. However, Bruce took your hand and urged you to break the habit of chewing your nails while staring at the crowd.
"how do they even know you're here?" to ask turning to him
he huffs and shakes his head in thought. "I don't know. maybe someone saw us walking in"
"can we not go to dinner in peace? I mean.." you were at a loss for words, you didn't know how people could be so invasive and inconsiderate.
"I know. I know" he soothes gently kissing your hand and stroking your opposite shoulder whilst his arm is around your back.
"do you want to just get it done?" he inquires and you knew it was the smart thing to do even though you didnt want to. at all.
"yeah sure" you reply turning away and grabbing some last minute things off the bed. On the way out of the elevator, Bruce gently yet firmly places his hand on your waist in order to keep you close. Cameras flash, questions are thrown as you try to make your way through the flood of people. Bruce usually liked to put away a minute or two for some real fans who just wanted a high five off of Bruce Wayne, but he wasn't so sure about right now. You encouraged him to do it, not to break tradition and said you would wait elsewhere. Usually people would recognise you, but Bruce Wayne was right there so of course nobody would pay attention to you...not that you were complaining. A couple people did ak for a photo and you kindly obliged as long as they were sincere about it. As you stood watching Bruce interact with kids and their parents, not paying any mind to reporters, you feel a little tap on your arm. You look around and notice a little girl standing next to you with loving eyes. You crouch down to the little girl thinking maybe she was lost.
"hi sweetie. Are you ok?" you ask the child glancing around to see if her parents were anywhere to be found.
"I'm very good." she replies cheerfully
"awh that's good. where are your parents?" you ask
"getting a photo with Bruce Wayne."
"ooohh. everyone wants to don't they? he's really famous" you emphasize trying to make conversation with the girl
"not as famous as you, though"
she knew who you were? that's so sweet "no no. Bruce is way way more famous than me. but thank you! what's your name?"
"Camilla. You're my favourite person, ever!" she jumps lightly squealing.
oh my- of your heart wasn't throbbing before. it sure is now. the smile on your face couldn't be bigger.
"awh that's so sweet! you're my favourite person too, Camilla!"
"can I tell you a secret" she whispers after a couple moments of silence
"of course you can" you tell her pretending to zip your lips and lock them. She rolls up her t-shirt a little to show you a scar on her tummy. Whatever caused that scar, you felt horrible, especially because she said it was a secret. your eyebrows draw together as a reaction to your reaction.
"I used to hate it and cry all the time because I thought it was weird. but then I found out that you had one too, and now I love it, because my favourite person in the whole wide world has the same thing as me!" she tells. you honestly could cry. A little girl hating something about her body ay such a young age is bad enough but also the fact that she grew to love it because you had one too?! your heart throbbed.
"I do have one. it's on my arm. But yours is so much more beautiful"
"I got mine from an operation when I was a baby" she informs you butchering the word operation as any child would.
"ooh interesting. see all those people asking Bruce for a photo? with all the cameras? well I got mine from them. one time I finished a show and was going home and they hurt me" you recall in simple terms
"my mommy and daddy hurt you?" she asks shocked
"no! not your parents. some others that don't work there anymore."
"that's sad" she replies
she looks off into the crowd for a second and waves to her parents before telling you she has to go now-- not before asking for a hugh though. you kindly oblige without a second thought and embrace the girl smiling. her parents walk over and thank you for being kind to her and watching her. you tell them it was no problem as they leave and you wave to the little girl. Right on queue the famous Bruce wayne walks over without you noticing
"she seemed to love you"
"tell me about it. I'm her favourite person ever in the whole wide world" you recall
"she's not the only one" he adds to taking your hand in his and starts walking
you smile lightly and nudge Bruce slightly "she showed me something too. she had this scar on her stomach from a surgery when she born and she used to always be insecure about it" you start
"that's horrible, she's only young" he butts in genuinely sorry for the girl
"yeah, but the nice part that she found out that I also had a scar the same shape as hers and because of that she grew to love it...all because I had one too!" you exclaim still in disbelief
"you're such an influence. that's so sweet" he responds continuing to walk. "it is isn't it?" you reply placing your head on his shoulder while strolling to the restaurant. Usually you hate the paparazzi, but this time was different, it was sincere and sweet. definitely your favourite so far.
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I don’t know why but I got this idea in my head of Cater’s sisters being really into Ace’s brother. Maybe because I got Cater and Ace mixed up all the time when I first saw the character designs for TW.
Ah, yes. Putting more Heartslabyul boys in familial crises with the fear that their own [relative] may start a relationship with a [relative] of a classmate (the last one was Mrs. Spade + "Silver's dad") :)) That's been my favorite thing to write lately, lol
I wrote Cater’s sisters with the concept of bubbly, sociable girls and gyaru fashion/subculture in mind. There's a lot of "like" and "totally" in their vocabulary! Ace's brother is 7 years older than him, so in my head I'm placing the Diamond sisters around that ballpark too. (We don’t actually know what the age difference between the Diamond siblings are, nor do we know that much about the character of the sisters other than having girlish interests and being somewhat bossy with Cater.)
Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.
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Head-turning was an understatement for the effect the Diamond sisters had on NRC’s general populace. The gemstone of their surname might have implied elegance in the right context—but they were more the gaudy kind of jewels, shining so brightly it was difficult to ignore them.
The Diamond sisters dressed loudly, talked loudly, and lived, laughed, and loved loudly. It earned them no shortage of strange looks and stares. Attention, but not the good kind.
The cards that Cater held so close to his chest threatened to slip out from between his fingers and scatter. Putting on an act was one thing—but when his sisters were present? A whole different act to balance.
People looked too closely. They wondered. All things he worked so tirelessly to avoid.
His house of cards threatened to topple.
“Is this really your dorm?” one sister gushed, disrupting Cater’s thoughts.
She gazed at the red roses that wreathed the lounge. Cards were also strung above to give the illusion of floating down. Suspended clocks ticking away the time, racking up the seconds.
“Heartslabyul’s, like, so aesthetically pleasing!” the other sister declared. “It’s like I just walked straight into a viral Magicam pic.”
“Yup, it’s my dorm alright!” Cater said quickly, careful to not let his smile falter. “Hey, if you like Heartslabyul, then we should check out the other six dorms too. You might find a place that vibes with you even more!”
“Really? But I wanna soak up the atmosphere of your dorm first!!” The first sister fell back into a quilted couch with a pout.
The second shook her head and tutted. “Let’s stop and smell the roses, okay, Cay-Cay?”
“Eeeeh? That’s easy for you two to say… I kinda get tired of smelling roses all day myself. Don't 'cha find it a little stifling? There are other places we could hang."
His sisters looked at him incredulously, neither of them willing to budge. He had feared this--their headstrongness had been the cause of many disputes as children.
"Maybe we could hit up the gardens then?" Cater offered, changing up his tactics. "It's so big, and there's so much to see there! Lots of 'cammable spots! We could spend all afternoon wandering it and getting lost~"
Hopefully out of sight for the entire day. It was more energy than he had hoped to expend, but it was a concession Cater was forced to make.
At this, the Diamond sisters leapt up excitedly.
"Omg, pics with floral backgrounds are like, SO hot right now. It's the season for it!"
“Is there a flower archway? Or a trellis we could pose in front of?”
“All that and more!“ Cater beamed and gestured to the open door. It led into a twisting hallway, checkered in black and white squares. When he looked to his sisters, he mustered all the eagerness he could. “Come on, let’s shake a leg and check it out!”
“What, you’re checking me out?”
“… Eh?” Cater whipped back to the doorway.
A man was now there, casually leaning against the frame. He wore a confident grin on his handsome face, poised with the laidback sort of swagger of a street-smart alleycat.
Riddle would have blown a fuse at how he dressed—his vest was open, his shirt wasn’t fully tucked in, nor full buttoned. His tie was loose too, and tossed over the shoulder… and, worst of all, he had the same impish glitter in his cherry eyes as Ace did. Double trouble, it seemed.
“I didn’t think my lil’ bro’s classmates would be so into me,” the Ace-like man joked.
Cater blinked as realization kicked in. “Eh, could it be that you’re Ace-chan’s…”
Right on cue, the first year in question popped up from around the corner. He crammed himself in the doorway with his brother with a groan.
“Would it kill you to wait up for me?!” Ace cried indignantly. “Just cuz you’re visiting your alma mater doesn’t mean you can ditch me to run off and do whatever!”
“Can’t help it if you still can’t outrun me,” his brother smirked. “Maybe you oughta work out some more.”
“Yeah, right! You just got a head-start is all. I bet I’m WAY more in shape than you are!”
Yup, that pretty much confirms it… They argue like siblings—I’d know it anywhere.
"I didn’t know your brother would be dropping in," Cater began. Rapt gasps cut off the rest of his thought.
“O. M. G.”
The blood in Cater’s veins ran cold. He didn’t need to look to know that something had completely entranced his sisters.
They were both suddenly on either side of Cater, sandwiching him between them. "Cay-kun, who’s this cutie?! Where have you been hiding him?"
For once in his life, he was at a total loss for words. Cater stared pleadingly at Ace, his puppy dog eyes (a technique he had learned from many fake Magicam apology vids) on full blast.
The first year wiggled his brows at Cater, then strolled forward. He slicked hair back with both hands (he had seen it once in a movie) and made what he probably thought was an attractive expression. “Ladies, ladies! I know I'm hot stuff! No need to clamor, there’s plenty of me to go around.”
The Diamond sisters flew right by him, snubbing the boy.
"... Huh?"
Both Cater and Ace gawked as the girls clustered around the older of the Trappola brothers. One sister took hold of his right arm, the other, the left, in a desperate bid for his attention. The Diamond sisters giggled coquettishly, batting their eyes at Ace's brother and toying with locks of their hair.
"Hey, cutie~ You free right now? Cuz we totes are!"
"Let's ditch our bros and get to know each other better! You're, like, def our type."
"Oh, you've got to be kiddin' me," Ace groaned, face-palming.
His brother smiled languidly and shrugged. "Sorry, my dude. I can't help being a chick magnet. Better luck next time."
"You don't sound very sorry about it!!"
"What else is a guy supposed to do in a situation like this? I'll make it up to you somehow, promise!"
"Aw, you care about your little bro's feelings? I love that," one of the Diamond sisters swooned, a hand to her forehead.
"Hot and considerate? He's the total package!" The other traced a light circle on his chest, a longing sigh drawn out from between her lips.
"Oh, BARF." Ace yanked on Cater's sleeve, demanding, "Uh, a little help here, Cater-senpai?! You CAN'T be okay with this, right?"
"Eeeh, you seriously want me to get in the way of true love, Ace-chan?" he pulled back, both hands up--distancing himself from the situation. "Sorry, but I'm not up for it."
"Oh, come on! True love, my ass! You're fine with your sisters peacing out on you to flirt and make goo-goo eyes?!"
"Honestly, whatever keeps them out of my hair~" Cater replied with a mischievous wink. "And besides, I don't want to deal with the potential fallout if they kick up a fuss about it. Haven't you ever heard of 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'?"
With a grin, the third year wrangled his junior by the shoulder and brought him close. "I should actually be thanking you, Ace-chan! You got me out of a real tight pinch there~"
“Yeah, and now you put me in a pinch!” he groused back, shoving Cater away. There was no shame to his senior’s smile, only smug satisfaction. “Traitor!”
“Geez, that’s mean of you to say. I didn’t ever promise you anything, did I? We just happened to cross paths and things worked out in my favor 🎵”
"Well thanks for NOTHING, then!"
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"~The most radiant angel in all of Heaven~"(pt2)
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(Flashback)
As Lucifer and Lilith were about to be banished Sera said
"Does anybody object? speak now or hold piece"
Lucifer slightly turned to you he now what he did was wrong but he still had slight hope you'll say something at least a farewell.
When Sera noticed nobody raised there hand she was given the green light to banish Lucifer.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw you seemingly lightheaded that beautiful smile fading until you passed out!? How? why? it was to late to say anything..
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"Seeing her beautiful smile, her kindness towards others everything , bout her is something i miss nothing can change what i did can it? would i ever be able to get her back? most importantly has she moved on?"
Anyway Lucifer was not only scared for charlie going into heaven and being rejected like he was all those millions of years ago but he was also scared of charlie accidentally meeting you.....
Reluctantly he agreed and he teleported back to his palace.
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Today is the day ,the day Charlie and vaggie go have a meeting with heaven in heaven.
After St.Peter and Emily sang welcome to heaven, Charlie and Vaggie where shown to there room to freshen up.Then Emily invited them to the zoo with two of her friends and Charlie agreed but Vaggie decided to stay behind.
"Hey Charlie!" "Hi" "wheres Vaggie?" "Well she said she wanted to stay back"
"Oh.. Well that's fine! Come on let me introduce you to my friends Faith and Hope there twins" Says Emily so excited to show Charlie around
"Okay were here ........ were could they be.. Oh there they are!.. Faith ,Hope i want to introduce you guys to Charlie!"
"Hi I'm Faith but you can call me Faye" says Faith
"And that's Hope You can just call him Hope! Hes a little shy" Says Faith after seeing Hope get extremely nervous.
"Well lets get going i wanna show you every single animal!"
As the three girls went in front of him hope took it as a chance to text you and when you didn't answer he excused himself to the bathroom called you.
"Mom" "Yes dear?" "Um i got a quick question...BUT promise not to get scared angry or anything bad okay?" "Okay? if you got hurt just come over here and were's Faye?" "Um well Faye is with Emily and um-.......the princess of hell"
There was a long pause until...
"The what? hunny i can't hear you, You'll have to speak louder"
"The princess of hell"
"Who?"
"Well her name is Charlie Morningstar and i got a question about her"
"Um- well I- I don't know her but um what is the question you have dear?"
"So to put it straight she looks like me?" "How so dear?" "you know by the little red circles on my cheeks? so um just wanted to know about dad since i never knew much about him is he alive? are me and faye related to charlie?"
".........I- I don't know.........But your little head shouldn't worry bout it don't mention that at Lunch okay? I'll give you more answers soon okay?"
"okay mom...Bye"
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Hello again! finally finished after high demand lol. Hope ya'll like it.part 3 will hopefully be out later this week.
Tag-list: @yourmommylol04 (won't let me tag you) @lxkeee @vann13 (can't find acc) @adaizel
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