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bvidzsoo · 2 days ago

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Took me some time to answer this, but I hope you know I'm kicking my feet, hehe. Love u, Mina! <3

I certainly wasn't expecting Wikipedia to be involved, but nonetheless, amazing.

lmaoo, let me have my moment of weakness...at least it wasn't CHATGPT ikyk;)

The "you can't see color until you meet your soulmate" has since like middle school been one of my favourite plots ever, so to read yeosang fanfic created by none other than ari had me kicking my feet in the air. I was so excited to read this when we first started planning the event and im still vibrating with excitement 🤭

maaan, stop, why haven't you told me when we were planning the event, WOMAN??? This is so sweet tho, thank you very much! You're jinja the sweetest, ack!

I really like this MC. She can both feel envy for those who have found their soulmate but also be happy for them. and, oh my god, how she wonders if the warmth of seeing her customers happy is the same as the one she'll get seeing her soulmate 😭

she wants to hate them couples, but deep down, she can't because she's just a hopeless romantic lol (like me?? idk)

The further into the fic I get, the more I fall in love with your writing again Ari. There's something so special about how you describe the MC finally being able to see the colors. Like it doesn't hit her all at once, but gradually, as if she's always known that blue is the shade of the sky and green is the rich color of grass outside. And it's amazing how everything clicks in place when she sees Yeosang's reaction. I also love that she takes the time to drink in everything after Yeosang leaves. She admires the flowers in their true form for the first time ever and I think that's really sweet 🥹

ahh, I had this scene envisioned even before writing it...like, i got this idea when we were randomly searching for the tropes and I was like OMG i want this trop because i could do this really cool scene with it-and to know it came off well...THANK UUU

She doesn't get it by looking at the different ribbons or flowers, when a wave of rainbow washes over her, no. She realises that she has met her soulmate by seeing him. And, in some way, I find that to be more romantic than if she'd put two and two together by seeing the true color of the ribbon for the first time.

it iiis so much mooore romantic, AAACK!!

I freaking love their date 😭😭 They are so cute and soft with each other, and just taking it slow until they gradually warm up and are more relaxed. AND MC GIVING HIM A FREAKING HUG, THAT WAS SO CUTE- UGh....🤧 I love how they are always somehow touching whether its hugging, holding hands or literally knees nudging together 🥹 They've been apart for too long that they can't help it oh my heart~~

im glad you liked their cute little dates because i was kicking my feet HARD lol. And yes, they've been apart for too long now and don't want to miss any more seconds. I'm glad they are endearing hehe

THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT EARLIER!!! They're just so comfortable with each other now, as if they've known each other for years 😭 A thing that's sorta important to me is the idea that you can sit in a silence with someone and not feel awkward about it. Like you can just bask in each other's presence and think, "this is nice" despite not exchanging words.

if the love that finds me isn't gentle, I DON'T WANT IT OKAY?? I love moments like this one so much UGH, i was unwell writing it LOL. I knew you'd be a sucker for them as well, hehe ^^

IM JUMPING IN A DITCH THEY ARE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEEEEEE, MAY A LOVE LIKE THIS ATTACK ME. LITERALLY TAKE ME BY THE NECK AND BODY SLAM ME 🤧

lmaoo, you always make me crack up when you say this...im pinning it, btw!

Ahem, anyways! This story is so sweet and cute and soft and- *inhales* I'm now in need of more Yeosang fanfics 😭 As I always say, you never cease to amaze me Ari and this fic, at least I feel like, made you explore the more softer side of your creativity. Considering we've read a plethora of different genres, but now we get to see more of your fluffy-side and I can say I'm in love with it. Matter of fact, I might even send you a request of more fluffy!Yeosang 👀🩷

AAA now stop it Mina, that infinitely too sweet, I cannot do this. You saying I'm exploring my softer side of creativity has my heart soaring through my chest for some reason, thank uuu so much. I've been really enjoying writing these stories, thank you for taking part in it and giving me a chance to do something fun on this site hehe. That being said, I'll be catching up with your Hwa story!

A world in your colours

𐀔 Cherry Blossom, March Event 𐀔

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Daycare teacher!Kang Yeosang x Florist!reader

𐀔 Warning: none 𐀔 Word count: 6.2k 𐀔 Rating: sfw 𐀔 Genre: fluff, soulmates: you see all the colours for the first time when you meet your soulmate, strangers to lovers, fated together 𐀔 Summary: A world through the faint hues of your soulmate's eye colour isn't the most colourful life to live. Approaching twenty-five and still being unable to see all the colours the world has to offer has you worried that you'll never meet your soulmate. Doubts and questions riddle your mind day and night, but at least you have the one thing that makes you happy no matter what, your little flowers. You can't actually see their colours, but you can imagine their vibrancy. And then, one day when you're making a bouquet for a lovely man, your whole world gets covered in an overwhelming amount of colour, rendering you stunned.

A/N: Here it is, our lovely Yeosang's drabble. I love this guy and I love this little fluffy story, man, I was smiling so widely while writing these two, they are so endearing. Despite writing a florist!au...I cannot take care of my plants for the life of me, even though I really love them...especially pretty little flowers, but oh, well, I'll have to get better at taking care of them once I move out...I hope you enjoy this drabble and let me know what you thought of it, your feedback is much appreciated! Enjoy! ^^ divider @cromernet

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Colour, as defined by everyone’s best friend, Wikipedia, is the visual perception based on the electromagnetic spectrum. Although colour is not a fundamental attribute of matter itself, the way we perceive it is intricately tied to how an object absorbs, reflects, and emits light, as well as the subtle play of interference within those light waves. That was another sentence you had long ago read on the internet, and it stuck with you. Your peers have always considered you a bit strange for your obsession with colours, but then again, in a world that was painted mostly grey with hues of brown, amber, and copper, you couldn’t help but obsess over it. It wasn’t by choice that you couldn’t see all colours…if it were up to you, you’d coat your whole life in nothing but a mess of bright and light pastels. You sighed at the reoccurring thought as you walked over to another plastic vase to grab a purple Lily to add to the bouquet. You double-checked the label before grabbing it, though; you didn’t need another embarrassing incident today.

The sole reason as to why you couldn’t see colours yet was because you hadn’t met your soulmate yet. In a way, it was something you were glad for because you’d know for sure who your soulmate was. You’ve read stories written by famous novelists who fantasized about a world where your soulmate's first words directed at you would be inked into your skin, and you wondered whether that felt as magical as the author made it seem. What if five different people said the same exact words to you that were on your wrist? What then? How would you decide which was your soulmate? You didn’t like thinking about that, though, content with the reality of your world. Sure, it was a bit depressing and quite literally grey, but it also brought a sense of excitement and anticipation with it. Whenever you allowed yourself to fantasize about the moment when you’d meet your soulmate, your cheeks would burn hot, and your heart would race. You’d close your eyes and try to imagine all the vibrant colours that suddenly coloured your surroundings.

You figured it would feel overwhelming at first, making you sentimental or sending you into a panicked sobbing. You thought it would blind you and make you feel nauseous as all the colours would be suddenly as vivid as an explosion in the distance that was now right under your nose. You thought you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself anymore, that you’d need a second to piece your thoughts back together, to make sense of the situation, to tell yourself that everything was okay. That’s how you imagined you’d react, but you were always a person full of surprises, even to yourself. Besides, diving too deep into this topic always leaves you with a sour aftertaste. You were twenty-five, and your world was still gloomy, devoid of the warmth and brightness everyone around you gushed about. It wasn’t unusual to be still single by twenty-five, but most people have found their soulmates back in high school. Your parents, for example, were even luckier than that and met in middle school; their worlds suddenly filled with all colours. You were jealous of them, but you also admired them profoundly.

Their love was deep and unlike anything you’d seen before. Their respect for each other went even deeper than their love, kindness and devotion, just a few sentiments that could be added to their plate when cherishing one another. You wished for a gentle love like theirs, for quiet moments where no words had to be uttered to be understood, for genuine kindness and laughter that filled the longing in your chest. You smiled at your customer as you tied her bouquet together, getting an excited grin back in return.

“Oh, this is gorgeous!” She exclaimed as you grabbed a little butterfly sticker, searching for the perfect leaf to press onto, “My little one will love this!”

You were happy that the mother was excited; seeing your clients excited and happy over the flowers you loved so much always filled your chest with warmth. You imagined being with your soulmate felt like that, too. You handed the bouquet over to the woman once you were done with it, accepting her card when she said she had no cash.

“I’ve never seen anyone combine these colours so beautifully before,” The woman mused to herself as her eyes took in the plethora of flowers, a mixture of white, yellow, pink and even a little bit of purple in there, “You’ve got an artistic eye for it.”

You felt proud at the praise as you handed the card back, grinning at the lady as you bowed your head in gratitude, “That’s a lovely compliment, thank you so much!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell the lady that you had no idea what the flowers looked like in colour, whether the pink bow you’d tied to keep the bouquet together matched with the flowers you had chosen. The lady left soon after as she was in a rush, and you sighed, looking around the flower shop. You could tell the walls were a lighter orange, the shades a dark brown and probably your soulmate’s exact eye colour since the colour was so rich in hue. You’ve always wondered if the other colours were just as beautiful as the ones you could lightly see from time to time—or more pronounced if they were the same colour as your soulmate’s eyes—and your conclusion had always been that, yes, no matter what nuance or hue, all of it was just as gorgeous.

You thought of colours as you thought of flowers, special and unique in their ways, distinguishable and rather easy to remember once you learned their properties. Flowers have been your escape since a young age when your preschool teacher tasked you with growing little beans, encouraging you to name them and speak to them daily. After that, you had asked your parents whether you could try and cultivate your little garden in your room, and once they’ve given you the go, you had never turned back. The flower shop that you were working at wasn’t yours just yet, but its owner—a lovely middle-aged woman—was considering passing it on to you once she had grown old and tired of her business. You’d gladly take over it as you had no big plans for your future. You were content living in the place you had been born, surrounded by friends and family. You realised you were luckier than most that you could live a comfortable and fulfilled life, and that’s why you always made sure to give back to your community, even if it was something little.

You were just about to walk over to the vase with sunflowers when the doorbell chimed, signalling a new customer. You plastered a small smile to your lips and straightened your back, welcoming the man who had decided to walk inside your store, “Hello, how may I help you?”

“Hi, uhm, it’s my mother’s birthday today.” The man spoke, surprising you with his deep voice. His features were soft and relaxed; it was an unexpected juxtaposition, “Her favourite flowers are Magnolias; do you have any of that?”

You nodded your head, walking over to the vase placed right by the entrance. They were fresh as they had come in just today, so they were gorgeous as they were in bloom, “Silk Magnolias are mostly used for bridal bouquets, but I can make you a simpler one if you want me to.”

“I’d love that, please.” The man said as you two looked at each other, and for some unexplainable reason, your heart skipped a beat. You averted your eyes shily and crouched down to grab three Magnolias, your long skirt brushing past your ankles.

“They go well with Gardenias; would you like me to add some of those too?” You stood back up, realising that since the bouquet would be all white, you could add a deep red coloured ribbon to it, or perhaps even a soft pink one. The challenge, however, would be to find the right nuances since your coworker messed up some of the colours after her shift. You’d be embarrassed to ask the man for a little guidance, and that would be also you assuming that he had found his soulmate already, which would be a bit rude as you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Due to you being unable to see all colours, everything inside the store was labelled with little post-it notes, bold letters stating the colour of the flowers. With that also came the shelf behind the front counter always being organised after a system that you had already memorised, no need to read the labels anymore. All ribbons and coloured foils were placed in their designated spot so that you’d know which one was which colour, but your coworker had mixed up the black and blue ones, resulting in you embarrassing yourself not even half an hour ago when a customer asked for blue ribbons and you had given them black ones. You quickly fixed your mistake, and the man wasn’t even upset, but your cheeks still burned with shame as now the man knew you still hadn’t met your destined partner.

“Uh, if you think it’ll be pretty, sure.” The man said, walking to the counter as you went behind it to organise the bouquet for him, “May I ask…what colour it’ll be?”

You froze for a second before you hummed, going over to the Gardenias to grab two of them, “White, if that’s alright.”

The man nodded eagerly, letting his green briefcase rest on the counter where it didn’t invade your space, “That’ll be perfect, my mother loves the colour white.”

You smiled as you glanced up at the man, and somehow it seemed as if the sunrays shining through the window were brighter, creating a white haze around him. He looked really pretty with his curly hair falling over his forehead, curling around his cheekbones, and you noted its copper hue with slight admiration. Afraid you were starting to stare, you lowered your eyes and started working on the man’s bouquet. You first made sure all the flowers were fresh and in perfect shape, undamaged by transport, and then cut into the ends a bit. Then you held the Magnolias together, arranging the Gardenias in between and adding a few dark green weeds for a better aesthetic. The handle of the tape was almost black, and you found yourself humming a melody as you taped the flowers together just until you’d tied the ribbon around it. You pulled the bouquet away from your face and felt the customer’s eyes on your face, almost insistent, but you kept working with a small smile on your face, catching a glance at your bright orange nails. You remembered your mother saying that colour might be a bit too bright, but since you couldn’t see it well as it was dulled to your eyes, you decided to still go for it. It was fun, after all.

You turned then and looked at the shelf behind you, tilting your head in wonder. There was the blue ribbon that had embarrassed you earlier, small white dots decorating the fabric, and you found it cute how the pastel colours blended nicely together. You glossed over the black and blue ribbons, they wouldn’t make the white pop right now. You needed something intense and eye-catching—like the burgundy fabric that would look gorgeous in contrast with the white flowers! You grinned triumphantly and grabbed it off the shelf, turning around to tie it tightly around the bouquet, making sure the flowers didn’t move while you worked on making the perfect bow, not too small nor too big. Your chest felt warm, and you were aware of your cheeks burning, but you couldn’t decide whether it had gotten warmer inside the shop or if it was the man’s eyes following your every move that made you feel shy. Nonetheless, you smiled brightly as you raised the bouquet and extended it towards the man. His eyes were slightly wide as they frantically searched your face, and you felt a little disheartened as you couldn’t decipher what his reaction meant. Was your bouquet really that gorgeous, or did he perhaps not like it and wasn’t sure how to voice his thoughts?

“Oh,” You muttered, eyebrows slightly raised as you glanced at the man’s burgundy red hair and then at the ribbon, “The ribbon matches your hair! What a coincidence…”

Your smile froze on your face, your heart stilling in your chest. The ribbon matches your hair, kept repeating in your head like a distant echo as your fingers slightly trembled, your eyes running all over the man in a panic. He was taller than you, a bit buff underneath his dark green suit, tailored to fit his body prettily. His necktie was a light orange, a lighter shade that still matched his beautifully dyed hair, his lips a cherry red much like the small heart-shaped discolouration on his left temple. Your breath stuttered in your chest as your hands fell to the counter, mindful of the bouquet in your hands still.

“You’re…”

“I am.” The man sounded just as winded as you did, a huff of disbelief leaving his mouth, “Your socks are so bright, they match your nail colour.”

Your bottom lip trembled as you laughed, looking down at your socks that peeked out from underneath your skirt. They were bright, really bright actually, a neon colour worse than your nails. You had no idea you even owned them, and you wondered why your mother had never said anything about them.

“The bouquet will be 15€.” You said as you typed the amount into the cash register, and the man nodded, opening his dark green briefcase.

“Right, thank you so much.” The man said, fumbling with his wallet as he opened it, pressing the crumpled-up money on the counter. He reached out for the bouquet but hesitated slightly, and you averted your eyes as your fingers brushed together. You had a feeling it wasn’t by accident, given that the man’s cheeks also flushed pink, eyes abashed, “My mother will love it.”

“Happy birthday to your mother.” You found yourself saying as the man pressed his wallet into the small pocket of his suit jacket, briefcase in his firm grip. You didn’t want him to leave, not yet, but you couldn’t keep him here all day…it was his mother’s birthday, after all.

“I’ll come by tomorrow, same time as today. When does your shift end?” Your heart skipped a beat as the man stumbled into the open front door as he was walking backwards, his eyes not leaving you for one second. You chuckled and bit your bottom lip, playing with the money in your hands.

“I have the morning shift; I’ll be ready to go by the time you make it here.” The man’s lips pulled into a wide smile, lighting his whole face up. He looked gorgeous, and you felt breathless as you watched him wave at you and almost get stuck on the door handle, his cheeks flushing pink again as he finally left the store with haste. He glanced back inside through the huge window, and you told yourself to hold it together until you couldn’t see him anymore, and then came the squeals you could barely contain in front of him, your heart racing a mile. You had to take a seat and press your forehead against the cool counter, and even that didn’t help the warmth from spreading throughout your body as if winter was finally over and the first spring sun was here to warm you up from the inside out. That man was your soulmate. Your fingers trembled as you raised your head, blinking hard.

The world was so…different. Everything had colour, absolutely everything, and you didn’t know how to react to it all. The counter, which you thought was a light green or blue, was actually a cute beige colour, the stickers stuck to it a whirlwind of bright colours. You traced them before looking back up, eyes taking in all the beautiful flowers. You couldn’t believe that you could see the yellowness of the Sunflowers, a little taken back that they looked mustard coloured…or was that right? You hadn’t seen mustard yet, so you couldn’t tell; you’d have to test your theory out once you got home. The Lilies, the purple ones, left you in awe of their beauty, and you couldn’t help but walk over to the blue Orchids and trace their petals with a fond smile. You wondered who the man was as you looked out the window dreamily, your heart racing in your chest uncontrollably. He was a gorgeous person, and he also seemed kind; you couldn’t wish for tomorrow to come faster. You giggled to yourself and hurried back behind the counter, hands shaking as you dialled your boss in your excitement, too eager to tell her that you could see all the colour around you now.

Your hands trembled as you clocked out, locking eyes with your grinning co-worker. She was a bouncing ball of nerves, even more excited than you over the fact that your soulmate was supposed to show up any time now. You chewed on your bottom lip and smoothed down your kaki long skirt, your black blouse thin so you had to cover up due to the morning chill. Your warm and long coat was a bright orange, and on your way home yesterday, you had realised that orange was slowly becoming your favourite colour. Judging based on your wardrobe, littered in colours you had no idea even existed, you had concluded that even unknowingly, your world had always been infused with colours. Your mother cried, and your father jumped around in happiness when you told them about this new development, right while having dinner, accidentally slipping up by saying sunflowers were definitely not mustard coloured. You had wanted to tell them in a cosier setting, perhaps in a cuter way too, but what was done was done. Your mother then made you call your grandmother, who was groggy since she was getting ready for bed, but the soft smile on her lips told you that she was just as happy for you as your parents, co-worker, and boss.

“What was your first impression of him?” Your co-worker smiled brightly at you, fiddling with a ribbon she had difficulty tying around the thick bouquet.

“He’s just…he seems very sweet and caring.” You heard yourself saying, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes were glued to the huge window. He was supposed to be here a few minutes ago, but then again, he hadn’t specified an exact time when he’d stop by, “His features are really delicate, but he looks manly still. I love his hair, though; it’s so rich in colour.”

“What colour is it?” Your co-worker followed up with her question quickly, too invested to pay any attention to the bouquet she was supposed to finish in five minutes.

“Burgundy, and he has a matching—” You gasped, eyes widening as the man was here. He wore a tailored suit again, a beaver brown—you’d stayed up until a very late hour last night, researching colours and hues, shades and tones, trying to memorise them all in your rush of excitement—and his tie was a darker orange. Your heart was racing furiously as it felt impossible to look away; your eyes met when the man arrived by the door. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks slightly flushed a light pink colour, and you took a deep breath before you turned to wave at your co-worker. She looked stunned, eyes frozen on the man before her grin spread wider, ushering you out the shop with a squeal. It was embarrassing, but you were more preoccupied with walking straight without having your knees give out as you watched the man open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You lowered your eyes as he hummed, stepping aside to make space for you, “Hi…uhm, it’s lovely seeing you again?”

You wanted to facepalm yourself for making it sound like a question, but the man didn’t seem bothered as he chuckled, ducking his head. His suit jacket was nicely folded over his arm, his white shirt clinging to his body. It had gotten significantly warmer by noon, but you were someone who easily got cold, so you didn’t take your coat off.

“Hi, it’s really nice seeing you, yeah.” Then, the man cleared his throat and looked up with more confidence on his face, “I didn’t introduce myself yesterday. I was honestly too stunned to function properly. My name is Kang Yeosang.”

You extended your hand to shake Yeosang’s hand, your soulmate, and blushed when your skin made contact with his. His palm was bigger than yours, and his skin was really soft, but his grip was confident and strong without hurting you. You told him your name, and his eyes sparkled under the bright sunlight, and you felt yourself unable to look away. Yeosang was gorgeous; seldom did you see a man like him. It felt slightly surreal that he was your soulmate, and you felt extremely lucky all of a sudden. You didn’t know him yet, but something told you he was an amazing person.

“Where would you like us to go?” Yeosang’s question reminded you of the fact that you were still standing outside the flower shop, quite blocking the entrance actually, and you flushed darker when you realised your co-worker was most likely watching the two of you.

“Maybe for a stroll in the park just there?” You pointed across the street, the gates of the lovely park in the heart of the city visible. Yeosang nodded enthusiastically and motioned in front of himself as a way to tell you to lead the way. As you took off, you found yourself walking as close by Yeosang’s side as you could without making it weird, and your heart hadn’t stopped racing ever since you saw him. There was something magnetic about the man, about your soulmate, and you felt like you couldn’t last another day without being in his presence. Matter of fact, you didn’t want to be since you’ve waited twenty-five years for this moment.

“Would you like some coffee? Or tea?” Yeosang asked as you two noticed the small coffee stand at the same time and you hummed, looking at Yeosang a little sheepishly.

“I don’t like coffee, but I really like tea.” Yeosang chuckled, something like endearment appearing on his face as he grabbed your elbow gently and veered you away from the oncoming crowd of teenagers.

“That’s funny. I don’t like tea but basically live off of coffee.” You chuckled too, your eyes meeting as Yeosang walked you two over to the coffee stand. There weren’t a lot of tea options, so you settled for wild berries, glad that the vendor had some homemade honey for you to mix with your tea instead of sugar. Yeosang asked for a simple black coffee with ice, a bit of milk and one spoonful of sugar, and you found yourself reciting his order in your mind until you could recall it easily.

With your drinks in your hands, you headed for the crosswalk, having to wait since it was red for the pedestrians. The street was bustling with many people at this hour, and not everyone was as self-aware as you—and it seemed like Yeosang, too—so they either didn’t look where they walked or purposefully pushed people around to get further to the front. You had to make space for a guy on his phone, not paying even a little bit of attention to those around himself as you, too, could hear the music coming from his headphones. You tried to make space for everyone, but before you could step behind Yeosang, you felt fingers sneaking between yours, a warm palm pressed against yours as you were gently guided into Yeosang’s side. His eyes were still sparkling, his cheeks were red—not as red as the discolouration on his temple—and you thought for a second you could hear his rapidly beating heart.

“Is this okay?” He asked almost too quietly for you to hear with the honking cars and loudly conversing people, but you did catch it, and you nodded eagerly, making sure to squeeze Yeosang’s hand for extra confirmation.

“Yes! More than okay, actually.” You sounded more confident than you felt, and Yeosang was suddenly smiling widely, his cheeks pulled up and making him look the softest. Before you could do something as crazy as lean up and nuzzle your nose against his, the light turned green, and you followed the crowd, crossing the street. The walk to the park’s entrance was quiet, your hands fitting perfectly into each other’s, and you revelled in the comfort of it all as Yeosang occasionally glanced at you. The park wasn’t as packed as the sidewalks, and you could freely roam around without bumping into anyone, and yet, your hands stayed intertwined.

“So,” You spoke up, taking a sip of your tea before you faced Yeosang while walking, “What do you do for work? I’m a florist, but you know that much about me already.”

Yeosang hummed, facing you with that adorable small smile on his lips, “I’m a daycare teacher. The school isn’t far from here. You actually saved me yesterday. I was running late for my mother’s birthday dinner, and I thought there weren’t any flower shops close by.”

You chuckled, veering Yeosang away from the flock of birds that didn’t look too friendly, “Did your mother like the bouquet?”

“Yes, she loved it, thank you.” Yeosang then stopped, tilting his head with furrowed eyebrows, “I told them…my parents…that I found my soulmate, and they, well, uhm, they want to meet you. I know it’s too soon, and I asked them to wait a little bit until we’ve gotten to know each other, but they are just too impatient and excited to finally meet you.”

You felt your heart swell and almost burst out of your chest as your smile grew into a wide grin. You didn’t even realise it, but you had taken a step closer to Yeosang, smiling up at him so widely that your cheeks ached. Yeosang looked stunned for a second before he returned your smile, biting his lower lip as he averted his gaze down to the ground, “I’d love that, but I want to do what makes you feel comfortable. If you think we should wait, then we will; if not…just let me know when it’s good for you and your parents.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes finding yours, “You are so kind.”

“You are too, Yeosang.” You chuckled, and it was your time to look down. Yeosang seemed to feel proud over that compliment before he took off, guiding the two of you through the park.

“I don’t feel like we are rushing, but I think it’s more responsible if we go on a few dates first.” You felt like a high school girl, wanting to squeal over the fact that you’d be going on dates with Yeosang, “My parents are nice people, but they are…well, they had gotten a bit desperate about me finding my soulmate. Honestly, they thought you were dead.”

Well, that thought had never crossed your mind before, but it definitely didn’t sit well with you as you looked at Yeosang with a frown. His expression looked neutral, but he squeezed your hand, “I’m twenty-seven, so they think I’m too old to be single. My parents’ families were close friends, so they’ve always known they are soulmates. They had it easy, so it was weird seeing their son struggle to find his soulmate.”

“Did it hurt you? That you sought me out without success for so long?” You found yourself asking, curious to know how Yeosang felt. He seemed to think for a second, humming as he looked down at his cup of coffee.

“It was frustrating at first, mostly because my parents were also pressuring me.” He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, then shrugged, “Then I realised I wouldn’t find you faster if I made myself mull over it, so I just let it go. Since we are fated to be together, I realised I couldn’t trick fate and quicken the process.”

You hummed in agreement, realising you’ve had a similar mindset to Yeosang’s for the past one or two years, “I’m twenty-five and had lost hope at some point. My parents, similar to yours, met very early on, in middle school. I thought I’d also find my soulmate around that time, and when it didn’t happen, I thought it would come in high school…but then that didn’t happen either, and I felt disheartened, like something was wrong with me. And then I realised I can’t push something that isn’t meant to happen just yet.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait.” Yeosang’s answer was quick, his hand squeezing yours as your eyebrows furrowed.

“Don’t apologise, the wait was worth it in the end.” You giggled, averting your eyes shily.

“Yeah?” Yeosang sounded surprised, perhaps even a bit cocky, “You think so?”

“I think that you’re very handsome, Yeosang, and soft.” There was no reason to be embarrassed in front of your soulmate, certainly not when it came to complimenting him, “You have an aura of kindness and brightness around you; I think it’s everything I wanted in a partner.”

Yeosang was smiling widely again, nodding his head as he became shy once again, “You’re cute and vibrant; your smile makes my heart race. I’m thankful that you are my soulmate.”

You stopped walking, the sudden urge to hug Yeosang wasn’t something you could control, so you threw your arms around his torso and leaned into him, smiling to yourself as your head landed on his shoulder. Yeosang’s arms were quick to go around you, squeezing you into himself, and you realised he smelled like oranges and fresh grass, refreshing and calming. You loved the fresh smell of nature, and you loved Yeosang’s natural fragrance. You heard a chuckle, and suddenly something was plucked out of your hair, making your eyebrows furrow as you slightly pulled back, looking at Yeosang’s hand. A dry leaf was between his fingers, his expression amused.

“You’re like a garden fairy, do bees gravitate towards you during summer?” You laughed and shook your head, feeling a bit embarrassed as Yeosang pocketed the leaf instead of letting it fall to the ground. Your cheeks burned as you two let go of each other, fingers naturally intertwining as you headed for a bench, “Why did you choose to become a florist?”

You sat down on the bench, facing each other, and Yeosang’s knee brushed lightly against your thigh. You held your cup of tea in both hands, playing with it as you looked down in your lap, “Well, I just really love nature. I’ve always felt at ease around my little plants in my room, and then I realised I just really love flowers. They are so beautiful and tender, you have to nurture them and take care of them as if they were human. I feel like I have a connection to nature; it’s like I can be completely myself around all that beauty—and the colours! Oh, I love their colours, they are so gorgeous! I’m so glad you walked into the shop yesterday. I had no idea I was missing out on—so much!”

Yeosang watched with fascination on his face as you spoke, a little overexcited that he wanted to hear your hobbies and likes. It was only normal; you’d have to gradually get to know each other, yet it still felt surreal that the sky was an almost transparent blue, the clouds completely white, the barks of the trees various shades of brown, the grass so green, all the leaves, and all the colourful flowers. You loved seeing all the colour on people, too, how they expressed themselves by their outfits, all the colours inside buildings and outside. You’d have to buy some more colourful furniture for your room since it’s mostly beige and yellow. You wanted to cover your world in the colours of the rainbow, in every possible hue and shade.

“Yes, the world is so…intense now, vibrant. It’s impressive how I could live without it all.” Yeosang’s deep voice was soft and quiet as if he was speaking to himself, “I like being in nature, surrounded by wildlife, away from the noisy city. We could go on hikes and maybe even camping.”

You nodded eagerly, having fond memories of the hikes you had gone on with your friends and family, “I’d really love that, Yeosang. I’ve always wanted to go camping, but my parents don’t like bugs, so we never stayed out after nightfall.”

Both you and Yeosang laughed at that, and then you were eager to learn too about Yeosang, “I imagine you love children since you are a daycare teacher; how did you realise that?”

“It’s nothing too revolutionary,” Yeosang chuckled, finishing his cup of coffee, “I would babysit for our neighbours when I was a teenager, and then my cousin had a baby brother, and I’d spend a lot of time with them. As I was growing up, I realised I was fond of those little ones, so…it just happened, I guess.”

You nodded, understanding him, “Would you want children?”

The answer was obvious to that, but you still wanted to ask, “Definitely, if you’d also like to have children, of course.”

Your whole face flushed, and you coughed, a little taken off-guard by Yeosang’s direct answer. His eyebrows raised and his ears flushed, and suddenly he was stumbling over his words, “I mean—like, whoever is my partner, I care about that! You know, like, whatever my partner wants—whether it’s you or someone else, not that I’m thinking of anyone else—but I’m just…yeah, I think that was too soon, wasn’t it?”

He was adorable, you had to shield your mouth with your hand as you laughed quietly, shaking your head at Yeosang, “I mean, since we are soulmates, I don’t think any topic is too soon, Yeosang.”

“Yeah?” Yeosang asked, not quite looking at you yet, “Right, I mean, sure, that makes sense.”

Comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and you picked a stray string off Yeosang’s knee. He watched you quietly, taking in your serene expression, and your eyes met as you raised your head. You smiled at Yeosang without saying anything for a second, then chuckled, this whole situation feeling unreal. Just yesterday, your whole world was covered in grey and hues of brown, amber and copper—and now, your soulmate sat next to you on a bench, the world infused with so much colour you still weren’t used to it, and to top it off, your soulmate was kind and loving, good with children and soft-spoken despite his uncharacteristically deep voice. His face was gentle, his features almost as if they were sculpted by Greek Gods, his burgundy hair even curlier than yesterday as it was pinned back by a little pink bow, and it made you wonder if it was a child from the daycare that had placed it there. Yeosang’s expression looked a bit baffled as you continued to stare at him without saying a word, and not wanting to look weird, you spoke up, “I’m just admiring you because I cannot believe you are real.”

A surprised gasp left Yeosang’s lips at your words, and he didn’t shy away this time, leaning forward to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You grinned as he caressed your cheek, his palm warm and his skin soft, and for a second, you forgot there was anyone else in the world beside the two of you, “I’m as real as it can be, and I’m here to stay, by your side, for an eternity, Y/N.”

And your heart skipped another beat hearing his words, your body freezing when Yeosang suddenly started leaning towards you. You were ready, if he wanted to kiss you, then you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as it felt like your heart was in your throat, but instead of kissing your lips, you felt something warm press against your cheek, underneath your left eye, then your right eye, and it felt more intimate than any other kiss. You bit your bottom lip and opened your eyes, staring deeply into Yeosang’s rich brown ones, an almost red-like hue licking around his irises.

“Would you like to spend the rest of your day with me, Yeosang?”

“I don’t think I want to spend any time away from you from now on, Y/N.”

And you knew in your heart, in your whole being, that the future ahead of you two was bright, vibrant, gentle, and so, so colourful.

#feedback: cherry blossom march event

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kortac-sweetheart · 10 hours ago

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i miss my wife i miss him very much

anyway nikto who’s so heartbroken every morning when you have to pry yourself away from his bear hugs to get ready for work. complains and mutters like a petulant child at the loss of your warmth, “so cold without you. why don’t you just quit? we have… enough money already…. i’ll build us a farm… just…stay.. at home…..with us…” before he slowly falls back asleep under the covers warmed with your residual body heat.

nikto who wakes up again, your side of the bed is agonizingly cold and he can only sigh. his eyes then flit over to your pajamas from last night, soft and comfy, they smell like you. your natural scent, a slight twinge of your laundry detergent and a whisper of your perfume, your scent in it’s purest form. he buries his face into it, inhaling deeply in an effort to cling onto the after images of you.

he smiles happily after, nuzzling his face into it. the warmth may have dissipated long ago but it still feels like a fluffy blanket draped over their very soul anyways.

he gets out of bed with a small pep in his step, brewing a pot of tea before tidying up your home, dusting here and there, rearranging that little book nook, and starting dinner. all the while they periodically smell your pajama sweater, sighing happily before ruing and cursing your stupid job for taking you from them, and returning to give your sweater another sniff.

(he becomes the living embodiment of those “i miss my wife” reddit posts when you’re gone for the day)

he’s overjoyed when you’re finally back home, and you are too, tired from a long day at work. he greets you at the door, ever the loyal hound, pressing sweet kisses to your face as he helps you dress down and relax.

your interest is piqued when you take a closer look at him.

“honey, is that my sweater?”

he doesn’t even have the mind to be ashamed about it, why should he? they miss you so it’s only logical that he’d wear your sweater around your home.

“yes. we missed you. and it smells like you.” pulling you into a warm hug and frowning when he smells you. that clingy metallic scent of the outdoors lingers on you like a second skin, dulling your own scent. that can’t do.

after a relaxing shower with him you’re smelling like yourself again, and he just can’t help but to keep sniffing around the collar of your hoodie. warm and sweet, but light and airy, they wish they could drown in that scent.

you can only giggle as he nuzzles his head into your neck like a needy cat, running your fingers through his hair and it’s almost like he’s purring too.

from then on he always goes out of his way to give you his sweaters and hoodies to wear. they look amazing on you, little you all swaddled and comfy in his clothes, and the scent of you lingers on them for days after. (plus you love wearing them too— so win-win!)

(oh and, don’t think that he’s not going to try and convince you to quit, too. he definitely is, he’ll show you that you don’t need that pesky job anymore. want a cozy home near the seaside? done. want to be more self sufficient with a farm? never thought you’d ask. please, he’ll do anything to keep you at home and right next to his side, where you belong.)

#nikto x reader #cod nikto #leon writes ˖◛⁺⑅♡#cod x reader #nikto

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sunrisecaminus · 2 days ago

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This is my first time requesting for a blog ever and I was wondering if I could get tfp Ratchet and Knock Out with a delivery drone reader that is half their size s/o! Please and thank you!

Message - This is a very adorable idea and I like it. I tried to find what to put down because my mind is drained right now. Tried my best though for what I have.

Ratchet/Knockout x Short Reader SFW Headcanons

Summary - You are a little drone Cybertronian that becomes attached to Ratchet/Knockout. Headcanons of them with you when the relationship becomes close.

Warnings - None

Ratchet

~ He wouldn't say anything about how short you are until you both got closure.

~ Having you help him grab stuff and him getting his mail from you, helps with him trusting your relationship

~ You are so adorable to him, but he would never say anything about his opinion unless someone asked.

~ He would rest his arms on your shoulders when he needs a break. Yes he will state that he is just hugging you. Yes, you know he is lying about it and he actually is secretly thinking about how short you are.

~ Ratchet kisses you every time you come in to give him his packages now. All he does is a little "bop!" on your head and leaves you alone.

~ Sometimes you have too many packages, so when Ratchet turns to see you, he sees boxes balanced on your head while also carrying multiple in each hand.

~ He loves your dedication for your work and never yells at you when you get tired.

~ Speaking of getting tired, if you ever collapse from exhaustion, don't be surprised if you wake up in Ratchet's private hospital room. He will make sure you are ok and scold you for being too hard on yourself.

~ Yes, he is very horrible at being a hypercrit. Ratchet would tell you a whole list on what to and not to do.

~ Having him as your personal doctor is great because he knows exactly what to do, and honestly he would care about you more than the other sick patients he has (No matter how much he states how cruel that sounds and isn't true.)

~ The best thing he loves to do is pat your helm until you sleep, doing paper work with his other hand while you lean against his shoulder plate.

Knockout

~ Goodness does he love to see you everyday to give him packages.

~ At first he was annoyed how small you were, but he just had to realize he was jealous of how cute you were that size.

~ If he can't have your cuteness, than he might as well date you! Yes, he asked you out first.

~ He loves to make-out with you to make you late for your other packages. You getting in trouble is not his problem unless it is Megatron.

~ Knockout will be your doctor and will give you a discount on any parts you want to upgrade.

~ Yes you will hear an ear full about how his day went and what patients he had to deal with.

~ He will love on you everyday you come by, not letting you leave until you kiss him on the cheek at least.

~ "Come oooon, you know you want me <3".

~ Get use to his crazy antics when he leaves to go race with humans, yeah it can be a problem because Megatron yells at you to get him back.

~ People have questions Knockout on why he likes you, knowing you are just a regular mech with no special qualities. To Knockout though, you are the brightest sweetheart he has ever seen and don't want to leave you.

~ Yes, he will make short puns.

~ No, he will not stop.

~ He loves to meet you after work and go out for drinks, paying for your meal from having a better pay then you.

#maccadam #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #ratchet #ratchet x reader #knockout x reader #knockout

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eternal-love · 3 days ago

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IT AIN’T ME, BABE

Pairing: Austin Butler x Controversially young gf!reader

Summary: People warned you about him moving on too fast. You didn’t listen.

Warning: Bathroom quickie, reader’s much younger than Austin (20-33), smoking.

Proofreader: baby court @aust-een

The after-party was glamorous, partying with rich people was always fun when they knew how to do it right. Which champagne to buy or which kind of cigarettes to offer. You stood on Austin’s side, smoking a cigarette, as he chatted with other men.

You held onto him for dear life, as if he would run away if you let him go for a second. Wearing an expensive YSL dress. You felt out of place but it was fun to pretend to be a socialite. Like a child playing dress up.

Austin was being a bit touchy too, hand on your lower back or your waist. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he hugged you from behind, being playful.

“Let’s go into the bathroom…” He whispered in your ear before kissing your neck from behind.

“Here? Austin…” you scoffed but giggling also, his stubble tickling you.

“It’ll be a quickie, baby. Come on… m’ so horny.”

Doing it in the bathroom of a luxurious home, where an after party for a luxury brand, it wasn’t your plan but with Austin, things were always unpredictable. And soon enough you were making your way into a bathroom.

Expensive tiles and golden decor, your back was pressed against the cold wall as his lips attacked yours.

You felt yourself getting wet each second passing by as his big hands found their way inside your strapless dress. His hand squeezing your breast, making you moan in his mouth. He pulled away, laughing.

“That needy already, baby? I barely touched ya.” He whispered against your ear, his voice mocking you as his free hand lowered the zipper at the back of your dress. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

He was quick to lift you into the sink countertop, getting in between your thighs and riding up your dress. Thankfully you were wearing the underwear he liked, but he didn’t even bother with it, almost ripping the beautiful lace apart. He wanted no barriers between you two.

“Such a pretty baby…” Austin whispered as his lips found your neck, biting and kissing with a rush. As well as he rushed to unbutton and pull down his slacks.

His hardness evident on his Calvin Klein boxers, practically begging to be released so it could feel you. Your throbbing core had never felt this way, but as soon as he pulled down his boxers, he didn’t even give you time to process it become he slammed himself into you.

His movements fast and rough, thrusting into you with urgency as his hand braced the mirror behind you.

You threw your head back due to the pleasure, his large and thick cock filling you up just right, and he doesn’t measure his pace. You can only whine in response, it felt too damn good.

“Quiet.” He grunts, but it’s useless when he’s fucking you dumb. “You want everyone to know what I’m doing to you? Huh? Is that what my baby wants?”

“N-no…” you shake your head, but whimpering every once in a while. Your breath hitching with each powerful thrust.

You can see in his face how much he’s loving this, how your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock, he’s already imagining how he’s gonna come inside of you, how you’ll have to go back to the party while still being a dripping mess of his cum and yours. Because nothing is going to waste.

“You take me so well, it’s pathetic.” He grunted, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Your hips start bucking forwards too, wanting to help his swift movements, you’re reaching for your climax because you feel it coming.

“Don’t stop. Please, Dont stop.” Your voice shaking, eyes watering from the pleasure. You want to finish already but he’s torturing you even if it’s a quickie.

Austin’s thrusts became more powerful, and deeper. His cock hitting you in that sweet spot repeatedly, his hand went to cover your mouth as he found his pace to hit that spot that made you shake.

“So fucking— tight. Baby.” He grunted in your ear, his voice shaky and breathless too. You bucked your hips so you could help him, and it did help. His hands went to your hips to pull you closer, he wanted to feel you whole.

You felt your stomach turn into a knot and you knew you were so close. He thrusted into you a few more times, and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“I think I’m gonna— gonna…” you said, moaning in ways you’ve never done before.

“Can’t come this fast, baby. Give me a minute.” He thrusted even faster, but not as deep as before. His nails digging onto your hips. “I wish I could be your age once again. Getting railed in a bathroom, without a care in the world. Recklessly.”

And sooner than later, you both finished, he grunted loudly while you let out a high pitched moan, it made him laugh, someone definitely heard you two. “I love you, so much.” He whispered in your ear as he rode out his orgasm.

Austin gave you a long kiss, his tongue sneaking into your mouth before pulling away, he laughed as he gave you two soft pats on your cheek.

“Get cleaned up.” He gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at your face in the mirror. Red lipstick smeared all over your face, eyeliner and mascara smudged. “Cause you totally looked like you just got fucked.”

He pulled his clothes on again, and went to fix his hair and wash his face before leaving the bathroom before you. Leaving you alone.

You stayed alone, trying to fix the mess he turned you into. Trying to fix your makeup, you took about fifteen minutes up in the bathroom until you felt that you look somewhat decent again.

You made your way to the after party again, alone, but you couldn’t find Austin anywhere, and now you totally felt out of place. That feeling of being surrounded by people yet feeling alone, specially knowing people were judging you because of how long you looked.

It ain’t me, babe by Joan Baez started playing in the background and you sear her for your ‘boyfriend’.

And then you spotted Austin from afar, chatting with another woman, she was wearing a tailored suit, her hair looked so sophisticated and simple, her makeup only enhanced her features and so did her glasses and it made her look so untouchable from where you were. She looked so cool, like Françoise Hardy. You looked down on your outfit, it was pretty yes, but it didn’t impose anything other than look at my barely there dress.

Austin looked like he was having the time of his life with her. Like the conversation was flowing like water, you’ve never seen him talk to you in that manner, either that enthusiasm, with that glimmer in his smile and eyes.

They both seemed like they came here together, like they were both on the same level. She seemed about his age, even her mannerisms were mature and sophisticated. Not even a single cigarette near her.

It was clear in your eyes at least, you weren’t what he wanted, you weren’t what Austin needed.

He never was the type to settle with anyone, he knew his worth, he knew it. And to be honest, a part of you knew your mother was right when she said men in their thirties never take college kids seriously.

Even after he said ‘I love you’ did he? Did he or was it because you were an easy fuck and just that?

He wanted to have profound conversations, someone that was probably able to pick up after themselves, someone that could be emotionally mature to pick him up and be there for him. Someone with whom he saw a future with. A lover for his life and nothing more.

You went back to LA with him, but he seemed very different, he was more on his phone, more distant.

And you knew it was coming, specially when he invited you to his house. He went straight to the point. Not fooling around.

“You’re too young for me. I need someone who’s able to be by my side at any time. That’s actually smart enough to understand what I’m going through. You’re a nice kid, you are. But you’re still a kid to me. Can’t handle all of this.”

Your eye twitched, so you were old enough to get fucked but not old enough for something serious. But the words couldn’t come out your mouth, but your heart did break.

“So it ain’t me? I’m not what you’re looking for?” You were finally able to mutter.

“You need someone your age, and I need someone my age. And anyways— I’ve found her. I’m not alone anymore.” He said, hanging his head low. He knew he was being a dick.

It felt like he was trying to be soft when in reality you never meant anything to him. And it hurt, because you cared a lot for him.

But he didn’t see you as anything more than a rebound and a good piece of ass. You wanted to lash out on him, but you already knew all of that yet you didn’t want to accept it. Everybody knew. Everyone.

It wasn’t you.

You weren’t what he wanted.

Not what he needed.

It ain’t you, babe.

#austin butler #austinbutler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #austin butler fandom #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler is so hot #austin butler smut fic #austin butler smut

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your-sleeparalysisdem0n · 2 days ago

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Mr. Alpha? 🥺

HSR x reader, no nsfw. 1K words of pure cringe. Read at your own brainrot risk.

A/N: Guys, I swear I'm not a furry. This is just a phase. IGNORE THIS AND DO NOT MENTION THIS POST TO ME EVER AGAIN OR I'LL HAUNT YOUR WALLS. My friend keeps on saying that she's a sigma so I made this monstrosity. Enjoy!!! And to my lovely people who sacrificed their brain reading this, my apologies and ilysm. I never write first-pov so if this is the first time you're interacting with my blog and you see this? Then I swear I'm normal.

Tw: UwU cat reader, Brainrot, first person pov

'Grr Kitten you-you're not gonna want to make me angry🤬😡👿"

Mydei flexed his alpha muscles with the level 100000 gyatt he has. I as an omega🥺 trembled before the sheer alphaness of his skibidi. "My-Myddeiii you're- you're scwaring me😫😔😭 pwease stop my alpha??🥺"

Mydei's eyes softened as he started howling "AROOOO Kitten you make me so angry BARK BARK😡!" he sighed "But I'll stop if it makes my kitten feel sad." I cried tears of joy😥😛 at my alpha🐺 finally calming down, now I can hug my alpha again!!

"HEY, GRR🐺 BACK OFF MYDEI😡🤬👿 KITTEN IS MINE AWOOOOOOOOO." GASP! PHAINON THE ALPHA AND MY ALPHA BOYFRIEND ARE FIGHTING FO ME🥺👉👈 KYAAA I'M SO RIZZED UP RN ACK!

Phainonie bared his less sharp teeth at my alpha, he was so scary OMG! My puffy tail was trembling 🥺 fwom fwear😭 Mydei let out a growl from his throat, making me shriek and hide behind a near pedestrian. "You wanna go beta? fine, my kitten ONLY BELONGS TO ME👿🤬" As I hid behind a pedestrian's back and hid from the two scary wolfs, I smelled a nice fragrance. Warm... it made my omega self wanna bury my face in his hair UwU.

The male looked down at my omega self and just scowled. "Can you not cling onto me, it's giving major aura loss." A growl appeared from his chest, rumbling which made me scwared😫😳. "O-Oh! Okwey! UwU" I said as I twiddled my thumbs. Suddenly, Mydei sniffed the air and looked in our direction. "KITEN!!😱😡 WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT ALPHA, YOU'RE MINE KITTEN AWOOO" "B-But Mydei-" "NO, BUTS GRRRRR WOF WOOF, STAY BEHIND ME KITTEN, THINGS ARE GONNA GET MESSY AWOO"

My alpha charged at the green-haired Alpha, who had a determined look on his face. "This kitten is mine. Don't come any closer!" He got into a fighting stance🤸‍♀️🤺🤺 and EEKKKK! CHARGED MY ALPHA! WHO DO I SAVE? WHO DO I PICK AHHHH. I clutched my hands together and yelled "Ya-YAMATE KUDASAIIII!!!"😳😰🥺 (like the audio, no offense to Japanese ppl)

Everybody stopped and THEY WERE ALL LOOKING AT ME EEEK!! I need to do my BEST motivational quote so that this stops!!!!! I fiddled with my thumbs and looked down at my toes "uhm... Alphas, Please stop✋😰🥶!!! we need to overcome our differences with the power of love💖🥰❤ and f-friendship🥺🥺🥺!!!" I skibidi yelled at those meanie alphas! They were all so mewing! I was 💩ing myself AHHHH!!

Mydei stopped, a surprised look on his mogging face. My alpha looked at phainon, then the green alpha and said "You're right kitten😳 we were mewing 🗿 so much that we lost sight👀 of what really matters. In the end, the real jujutsu kaisen was the friends🫂 we made along the way grrr."

Phainon-chan nodded his head. "You're right grrr we should get along like how Dora the Explorer taught us to skibidi." He whimpered, tail hanging from shame. "WOOF grr we're sorry 😔😟 kitten."

Xanaxagoras just scoffed and looked away like the emo🥶 edgy😎 bad alpha🐺 boi supreme he is. "You all are idiots🤓." He said, looking at you in particular.

You gasped, feeling UwU tears well up in your omega🐺 eyes👁👁. "M-MYDEI MY ALPHAAA CHAN!" You cried, running towards him for comfort😔.

Mydei alpha barked at xanaxagoras, suggesting a gacha life singing🪩 battle. Mydei challenged Anaxa to see WHO was the realest one of them all. The song? Your all time favorite- 'Thick of It' by KSI.🥶

My alpha🐺 sang first, his tail going up as he tried to MOG Xanaxa. "HOWLLLL I'M IN THE THICK OF IT🥶🥴 EVERYBODY KNOWS, THEY KNOW🧠 ME WHERE IT SNOWS ❄️ I SKID IN AND THEY FROZE🥶🥴" (This almost killed me)

They were trying to out-rizz eachother out fo-for me 🥺🥹 ACKK I WANT BOTH I CAN'T DECIDE OWO. As soon as I was gonna pull a Sakura Haruno however, Phai Phai swept me away 🥰 kya!

"You're mine kitten." He growled, his arms tightening around me as his alpha tail WHOOSHED fwom side-to-side, his blue eyes i-intimidating me 🥺. He used his alpha-ness to clutch me in his arms and leap over the cloth roofs of marmoreal market OwO.

I watched as Phainon barked at any other wolves🐺 daring to approach us, but it wasn't until golden strings came down from the night sky that I knew that my fav beta🐺 huzz was here.

"Grrr Phainon, what are you BARK doing with my Puppy? 👹" ACK!!! IT WAS M-MOMMY AGLAEA!🥺 before I could ask her for her MOG routine, my kidnapper Alpha snatched me away with a HOWLLLLLLLLLLL and ran away from ze golden sharp sticks.

I screamed as Phainon-alpha's movement started swowing down😢 not wanting the moment to end yet, I OwO'd at Phalpha, making his alpha heart♥️ go 🧨BOOM BOOM BAKUDAN!!!🧨 in the end, we both skibidied our way through the huzz with rizz and ended up walking into the sunset together with the power of friendship and love <3

OR SO ME AND MY BADDIE ALPHA THOUGHT BARK BARK BARK cause death and butterflies was here to make my UwU life un-UwU!!!!! She lost 1000000 aura points for that you huzz!!!! 😡🤬🤬👺 I'M TELLING MY MYDEI ALPHA YOU'RE BULLYING ME CASSIE OMEGA!!!!

My phai-phai growled and set me on the ground. I missed his stwong arms UwU. "Stay back kitten" he said, his voice low and in a hot snarl. "Things are about to get serious👺 and you do NOT *snarls* want to *scratch scratch* see my Darkside AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

I-it was so hot🥵 and so sigma that I 💩 my pants right then and there!!!! At phalpha's words, Casussy baka🦋 went and replied back "Grrrrrrrrrr who do you think you are to take MY kitten away from me? I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE ALPHA!!!"

It was a flurry of the furries!!! For an Omega, Casussy baka fought with so much aura!!! She was logging Phalpha?!?! How!!

"HOWWWLLLLLL NOT SO FAST 👺👹" A familiar gruff voice was heard as my Mydei CHARGED straight for Casussy Baka and Phalpha?!?!🥺 OMG EEEKKKKKK HE'S SK SCARY BUT SO HOT UwU. Just as Myalpha was about to make contact with the two, a familiar green haired wolf also joined in!!! 'You all are idiots and I'm better than you!!' Is a weird battle cry, but hey we listen and we don't judge.

It seemed so bad AND IT ONLY GOT SKIBIDIER?!?!? Mommy came in whirling awound with her golden sticks and started growling "GRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF KITTEN IS MINEE 👹" Aglaea lowkey kinda rizzing me up frfr.

The place was chaos!! I-I was so vewy scwared 🥺 so I sucked it up, put on my adult pants, and yelled "S-STOP ITTT!! W-WE SH-SHOULD OVERCOME THINGS WITH THE POWER OF FWENDSHIPPPP🥺!!!!!!"

My alpha's eyes widened as his tail drooped in shame. He looked down at his paws and whimpered "You-You're right kitten grrrrr... We should be filling this world with sunshine, rainbows and cheese. Not FIGHTING AWOOOOOOOO."

Phalpha also agreed, "Yes, y-you're right y/n! 😔 scratches ear grrrr, I'm so AWOOOO of what I've done😥 lets all be pookies guys."

They all agreed as yall walked into the sunset and ykyk.

A/N: WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS WHY DID I WRITE THIS. Ahem, if you've made it this far, congratulations! You're officially immune to June-level cringe! Guys I swear my writing isn't THIS terrible, this is just something I thought of while doing that omegaverse quiz in the Stellaron Hunters server... Uhm yea, so... thx for reading 1k words of brainrot and uh I'll return with an actual fic soon. Bye... walks away quickly because she is too ashamed to show her face to anyone

Tagging @vxnuslogy, @m1ckeyb3rry, @wystiix in here bcs Vee helped me embrace my cringe, Mira said that we need more omegaverse in this server, and Wys because I wanted to torment her with this.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #juneedstostfu #x reader #hsr x you #amphoreus #mydei x reader #honkai starrail x reader #—stellaronhvnters.#mydei #mydeimos #hsr mydei #honkai star rail mydei #hsr phainon #phainon

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quietplace26 · 3 days ago

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Another SAGAU au idea, but this time mixed with SAHSRAU?

I'm basing this idea off this post (the creator is called @suiana. give them love!) where the MC lands in Honkai: Star Rail and every character, besides the Trailblazer, Pom-Pom, and the Aeons, hates them.

Warnings: Cringe worthy content. OCness from the characters. HSR characters (minus Trailblazer and Aeons) calling MC an 'it'.

Notes: This is mostly crack, so don't take it seriously. I only included certain characters that I felt comfortable with since I'm not good with keeping characters in character. So, if you want, please send me any suggestions about shenanigans the Genshin crew and MC could get mixed up with while trying to get back to Teyvat, or just how they would interact with the HSR crew.

Basically, the MC is stressed beyond belief. Besides Trailblazer, Pom-Pom, and the Aeons, everyone MC once admired in Honkai: Star Rail, hates them, calls them an it, tries to hurt them, and even tried to KILL them on many occasions.

And when everything becomes too much, they kind of break down? Maybe wishing they landed in Genshin Impact instead.

Then because of Aeon shittery, as the MC is their darling and want them to be happy, MC's wish is granted... and the next moment, characters from Genshin Impact start appearing on the Express... and they all know the Reader!

Reader is quickly surrounded by worried Archons and vision holders, and their chosen Traveler was hugging them, saying they were worried as your presence just disappeared!

Needless to say, the Astral Express becomes more crowded, and you gained a whole bunch of bodyguards that weren't afraid to throw someone down for your honor and safety.

One thing I think would be hilarious if Nahida met Dr. Ratio. He's like all, 'I'm above you or something', because one, she's a 'child', and second, she was with that... thing (the MC).

But then Nahida just tears him down with a sweet smile and quick wit... and then he finds out this 'child' was actually a Goddess of Wisdom.

And speaking of children, the child vision holders become absolute menaces to the HSR characters.

The MC had to on many occasions stop Aha or one of the more chaotic Aeons from blessing the Genshin children.

Especially Klee.

MC and Jean: "Klee where did you get that bomb?!"

Klee: "Masky gave it to me!"

MC: "AHA!"

Klee is definitely Aha's favorite of Teyvatians. She's just so naturally chaotic it brings them joy!

The Aeons as a whole find the Teyvatians to be... interesting, but this could probably be because the MC was very fond of them, so of course the Aeons would be interested as well.

Did the Archons count as Teyvat's Aeons? The Sovereigns? Maybe?

If Long somehow pops in, alive, jump scaring the Vidyadharas, and just zeros in on Zhongli and Neuvillette.

Long's like, dragons? But not mine, not Vidyadhara? There's more like you two (Zhongli and Neuvillette).

And then MC's telling Long all about Dvalin, Azhdaha, Apep, Mini Durin, Ajaw, and goodness knows, all about Natlan's adorable and amazing Saurian population.

Long would also probably find the Melusines fascinating as well because they were born from the blood of the dragon Elynas. And there's 48 of them???

Childe would definitely pick a fight with an Aeon, only for either the Traveler or the MC to grab his ear and pull him away.

Yae Miko would go about trolling the Foxians and spending time with the MC via asking them to help her go over potential new novel ideas. Because this whole experience would no doubt make the best novel to hit Teyvat.

Ei would be like MC's protector like the others but would help them relax via teaching meditation... and if one of the HSR characters butt in, they're in for a nasty shock to the ass.

Zhongli and Neuvillette casually dunking on Dan Heng and the other Vidyadhara, both of which are in awe and slight terror as these true dragons...

...who only spends time with it (the MC) of all things!

Zhongli, for shits and giggles, shifts into a tiny, chunky form of his Exuvia form, his Chonkli form if you will, and lets MC cuddle and smother him with affection all the while Dan Heng and the Vidyadhara are watching in disbelief.

Like this man was like an elder Vidyadhara, a TRUE dragon... and he was waddling around in a tiny, chubby undignified form, and lays on its (MC's) lap like a common house cat!

Zhongli only innocently bleeps his tongue at them before making biscuits on MC's lap and curls up to for some cuddles.

Neuvillette immediately joins in so not to be out done by the Geo Archon, but his form is rather large, so he tends to squish the MC but they only giggle and return the cuddles.

He's so big and long that he scares most of the Honkai characters away while MC naps with him.

If MC starts feeling nervous or scared, Furina dramatically swoops in to steal MC away, drawing their attention by retelling a story of one her many plays as she helps MC with their hair or clothes, maybe even pulling them into a small performance with her Hydro familiar's while Neuvillette stands guard.

Wriothesly helps with MC's self-defense after they admit about feeling scared whenever the Trailblazer, he, or the Aeons aren't around. And considering how the most of the HSR crew treats you... he becomes MC's self-defense coach.

Though afterwards he always asks you to join him for some tea, which usually leads to Neuvillette or others always inviting themselves to join.

When the Genshin crew gets to know the Trailblazer some of them make a connection that they reminded them of the Traveler... A bit of a more feral and raccoon like Traveler.

And since they were kind to MC, protecting them when no one else on the Express was willing to, the Trailblazer was automatically granted access to any of the nations of Teyvat if they wished to visit once the Teyvatians made it home.

Except for the Trailblazer, no one else from the Astral Express was given this permission. In fact, any special guilds, explorers, Stellaron Hunters, and especially the ICP was banned from setting one foot in Teyvat.

Nanook and a few other Aeons made sure to emphasize on this... after setting an example with the first few foolish ones that tried to force their way in.

And that's how Teyvat quickly becomes something like vacation spot for the Aeons whenever any of them wanted to visit MC.

#genshin impact #honkai star rail #sagau #sahsrau #genshin impact x reader #honkai star rail x reader #crossover #this is a mess #my genshin content

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edb954 · 3 days ago

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Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader oneshot where Steve is playing hide and seek with their daughter and he pretends he doesn’t know where she is but he can hear her giggling and he eventually sneaks up on her and grabs her and starts tickling her and reader watches and thinks how adorable he is with her and how much their little girl adores him?

Spring Days (Steve Harrington x reader)

(Summary: While Steve plays hide n seek with your and his daughter. Y/n watches them admiring how their daughter adores her father.)

Word count: 868

Masterlist : Request info

(A/n: I hope you liked it! It's short and sweet! You are literally my first request so I really hope you like it and feel free to send more requests!!)

(Warnings: Pure fluff!, NOT FULLY PROFF READ)

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It was a perfect spring Sunday not to cold and not to hot. Y/n and Steve had decided to do some spring cleaning around the house. They had almost gotten everything done except the kitchen. Sitting down at the island for a mini break, when they hear little foot steps come running in to see their 4 year old daughter Layla with a giddy glint in her eyes.

"Daddy! Please come play hide n seek with me!" Layla pleaded giving her father puppy dog eyes.

Steve looks at Y/n as if asking if it was okay. Y/n giggled before nodding.

"Alright only for a little. You better go hide!" Steve said, as Layla shouted "yay!!" before running off to hide.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like I'm making you do everything." Steve asked. Y/n waved him off before leaning in and whispering.

Little well known fact about Steve he never wanted to be one of those boyfriends/husbands that made their wife to do everything around the house or in general. Whether it stemmed from his own father and his actions or for his actions in the past. So when occurrences like this happens he needs a bit of a reassurance.

"You don't make me do everything plus I'm just cleaning. You are awful at that especially the kitchen! Which is what I'm doing now." She said in a joking manner. Hoping to lighten his guilt.

Steve huffed at her comment.

"I'm not that bad..." he said.

"At cleaning the kitchen yes you are!" Y/n giggled. "Now go play hide n seek with our daughter." He smiled.

"Alright! Ready or not here I come!" Steve shouted lightly before getting up off the stool at the kitchen island.

He checked around the downstairs before going upstairs and as he was about to walk past Laylas room going into Layla's room until he heard a giggle. Smirking as he headed inside.

"Hmm.. I wonder where Layla is? Is she under her bed?" He said as he checked. "Hmm nope not under there." As he heard another little giggle.

"oh no! She's not under there either! Oh where oh where could she have gone? I guess she's not in here!" Steve said playfully trying to full his daughter. As he neared the closet. Hearing a sweet little giggle again.

Before she slowly opens the door and he grabs her. She lets out a surprised scream and starts laughing as Steve tickles her.

"Ahh! I found you!" Steve said, ticking her as she laughed.

Layla manages to stands up. "You scared me daddy! But I am so happy you found me!" She said! Wrapping her small arms around his neck.

"Oh I'm sorry I scared you.." Layla pulled away ever so slightly. "It's okay! I forgive you!" Before going back into the hug.

"I love you daddy!" She whispered. Steve smiled hugging and give her a kiss on the forehead.

Neither of them noticing Y/n leaning on the frame of the door way as she watched how much their daughter adored her father. Steve looked over smiling which Y/n returned.

"Alright. Layla can you please go clean up your toys in the playroom?" Y/n asked. Layla pouted not wanting to do it. Looking at her father with big eyes.

"Layla you have to do it... and after we can go get ice cream!" Steve said trying to bribe her just a bit. Laylas eyes lit up before getting out of her father's arms.

"Okay I'll do it!!" She said excitedly before running out of the room.

Y/n giggled. Giving Steve a 'are you serious look?' Which Steve shrugged his shoulders. Coming up and wrapping his arms around her giving her a kiss on the lips. She kissed back. Leaning against the hug smiling up at him.

"She absolutely adores you. You know that?" Y/n said. Looking at Steve in admiration.

"Well we did have experience before hand." He said, remembering the group of kids who are now all out of school and pursuing their own careers. After everything that happened. They still were all okay.

Y/n laughed remembering her brother and his friends that coincidentally they both ended up looking after taking the roles of the 'babysitters'.

"And to think of it wasn't for my little punk of a brother we would have never met." Y/n said.

"I really have a lot to thank that little shit for.."

y/n laughed.

"That little shit is going to be your brother in law." She said. Steve sighed before laughing."Now come on you promised us ice cream." Grabbing his hand pulling him away to get their daughter. He laughed shaking his head.

Thinking how he wouldn't have it any other way...

@borhapgirlforlife19

#stranger things #fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #father and daughter #stranger things season 4 #dustin henderson #Henderson reader #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #memories #fluffy #cute #steve harrington fluff

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bidisasterevankinard · 7 hours ago

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Buck knows Tommy avoids him.

He feels him putting the distance between them. Feels when Tommy looks at him with not love and fondness as before, but with something dark and biting. Something that feels like his husband harbors hate for him.

He hopes he's wrong.

But when Tommy doesn’t give him his hand to feel the kick of their daughter he knows it’s true.

Something is wrong between them.

Tommy avoids him. His husband doesn't need him anymore.

“D-don’t you,” Buck coughs, “don’t you want to feel her first kick?”

Tommy slowly looks at his hands, then at the bump.

Buck’s sure with how cold their bed was and with how man never was present when Buck’s changing from his hoodies and shirts, Tommy sees it for the first time in a while.

The silence feels too loud. It surrounds him uncomfortably, like an unwanted hug.

Tommy’s voice breaks it. Buck wished he'd drown it after hearing what his husband said.

“It should have been me.”

“What?”

“It should have been me,” Tommy repeats in the voice so cold Buck needs a jacket, “It should have been me with a bump. It should have been me with morning sickness. It should have been me feeling she was moving all the time. It should have been me!”

Buck is speechless.

“And yet, it was you! I was trying for months. Changed my diet, read thousands of recommendations, took vitamins, stopped working to prevent stress, but one night! One night when YOU asked us to stop stressing over it and boom! You have all I dreamt about!”

Buck feels like if the words were poison he would be dead. If the eyes could kick he’d be laying near Tommy bleeding.

He doesn’t know how to react.

“I-I though we were happy with it?”

Tommy was smiling when he looked at the test. He held his hand and told him he couldn’t wait to see them.

When did it change?

“That’s what you always do! You think just because it’s easy for you and you’re happy others are too! That I am too!”

“YOU NEVER SAID YOU WERE NOT!” He can’t stop that scream. He’s too angry for their baby. Tommy should be happy she’s there. Not hate that it’s Buck with her.

Maybe he hates that she’s part of you, says that small dark further corner of his brain that Buck believed disappeared after their engagement.

He coughs and adds in a smaller voice, “you l-looked happy. You were talking about how you can’t wait to see her.”

“Just because someone plays their role doesn’t mean they’re actually happy Evan. But what can you know about it, right?”

“W-hat does it mean?”

“It means that it is always easy for you! You have parents who say sorry and try to have relationships with you and even agree for therapy. You have the family you built in 118 in a year, when I was there for more than decade! You come out in five minutes after finding out you like men! You don’t overcompensate more than one date to prove you’re straight! You don’t spend years upon years trying to love who you are! You get pregnant in one night!”

Tommy turns to look at something.

“You know what? I’m tired of it all,” he takes his jacket and goes to the door, “I’ll live with Sal. I’ll take my stuff tomorrow when you’re at work.”

Buck rushes to him, grabbing his hand, “Tommy, please. L-let’s talk. If not today then soon, please, W-we can,”

Tommy interrupts him, pulling out his hand and shaking it as if he had stumbled into something unpleasant, “we can’t have anything, Evan. I will send you divorce papers soon.”

Buck never knew your heart breaks in seconds with so much pain that having a fire truck on you is like walking in a park.

He looks at the door for a long time till his legs feel weak.

He sits on the couch. The last half an hour feels like a nightmare. Strong pinching does not lead to waking up.

That’s when tears come.

“I’m-m sorry, love,” he rubs his bump, “s-sorry you must have my curse of watching people you love leave you. It’s unfair. B-but, hey, I’m always here for you. Pinky promise.”

He touches his belly with his pinky and feels her kicking that place, so he smiles at her even with tears running down his face.

“And papa hates me, not you, ok? He will be here for you too. Eventually.”

Buck hopes he actually promises her truth. He feels like he never knew Tommy at all.

Buck puts the last biscuit on the plate when he feels too dizzy and his pants get wet too quickly. Looking down, he feels nauseous from the amount of blood.

“EDDIE!”

He knows his voice is too frantic but he can’t help it.

He loses his daughter. He can lose anything, even his life, but not her.

“Oh, fuck, I’m calling 911, let me see.”

Last thing he remembers is Eddie helping him sit on the floor in his kitchen when he blackouts.

Please let Sky live. Choose me over her if needed.

“What do you want, Eddie?” Tommy sighs, sitting on the couch in his new apartment he found a month ago.

“First Presbyterian,” the man says, basically roars through his teeth, “he wanted you to still be part of her life. Sky needs you.”

“Evan chose the name already?”

Tommy remembered his ex-husband wanted to wait till she’s here before deciding.

“Yes. And it’s a good thing because if her dad won’t survive she deserves to at least have the name he chose for her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you missed me starting with the hospital? Buck had complications. They did a C-section and Sky’s here, four weeks early but passing everything with flying colors. 36 weeks is actually basically not premature. But Buck,” Eddie’s voice breaks. “It’s a miracle he didn’t bleed out at home.”

Eddie ends the call.

Tommy feels like he ended his life.

Was he too late to make it right between him and Evan?

“You said you promised to Sky that you would always be here for her. So do it, Buck!” he hears Maddie’s voice but it’s like it goes from the radio.

He tries to move to it.

“C’mon, Evan,” he feels a soft silky touch of something really small to his pinky. It tugs him up, up, up. Till he opens his eyes and sees the most precious little girl in Tommy’s arms, her pinky is connected to his.

He did as he promised.

“Welcome back,” Tommy smiles.

Buck just nods.

#bucktommy #my fics #mpreg #angst #tw blood #arguing #divorce #hopeful ending #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard

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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 2 days ago

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"I love to cuddle. I'll definitely cuddle you every night. And every morning I can. You might even ask me to let go of you a little bit when you find out how hugging you makes me feel."

Rick felt calm, loved, safe, he felt special and in love. And with that love being corresponded, he felt a warm sensation in his chest and so much happiness.

When she grinned and asked him why he had cursed, he blushed and smiled, his lips pouting a little. "Yes...yes it's what I wanted." He hid his face against her and chuckled silently, so happy they were together, so happy she had accepted his love, his cheeks still so red whenever she grinned at him, or teased. "...it's...that...every time you move...- I...it...it hits...strong." His cheeks got even warmer when he heard himself trying to explain it. He was falling for it wasn't he? Maybe she just wanted to hear from him that she could fuck really good and make him go crazy. But he felt that saying in such way could sound...a bit rude or...too blunt...?

"Y...yes...it's what I wanted." He looked down to where their parts were connected, that warmth still so present in his face, even his nose getting red now- specially after seeing her breasts so close, so hard, so pretty- all of her. He let another soft moan escape when he contemplated their position, when he felt her hands running over him. "Mnm...yes....please do that..." he whispered, looking down, hiding his face a little, still a bit timid around her, specially when she touched him- some spots were really sensible- he was still too timid to ask her to caress them, so he would just let her find them out.

"I'm not naive anymore to believe in heroes and such...but...you are my hero." he smiled, eyes so in love for her. "You're my light, Wren...you...gave me my world back..." he whispered to her.

"Fine...he's ditching you...a little. But...he...he'll come back. He told me a lot about you during dinner when you were busy and I was still eating. We could play cards all together next time so you two can teach me." He was realizing how happy he was...and how it had been such a long time he hadn't felt that way.

"Scarred? Oh no...I locked the door and closed the curtains so no one shows up here. Christ no, don't even make me imagine that-" Rick giggled sheepshly. Wren had called him love...

...

His heart even beat faster.

"When I do...what? I'm just...relaxing my troat and...groaning..." The sound was very similar to some weird purring though. "You're running your hands all over me...while...having me...still...and...warm...holding me..." His eyes met hers. "Mnngh...it...it's so good...it feels so good...Wren..." He kissed her neck, exchanging the caresses, hands feeling her sides and ribs, slowly cupping and feeling her breasts and chest, moving his hands to carress her back and give it soft scratches.

Feeling Wren snuggle against his chest made him melt even more. That moment was so special and so precious. She really...liked him, didn't she? "Wren...when you said...you loved me...did you mean it? Or...was it just because you were..." he felt his cheeks warm up again. From time to time he just closed his eyes and snuggled back, relaxing, savoring each second of the moment.

Being with her so close also made him feel safe. He felt that if he got all broken and beaten again, she would be there to give him shelter and care again. The world seemed a bit less scary with her. She had taken the shards that were left of his world and placed back together.

Rick chuckled at her joke, true, they needed another shower to start the day, his cock was still all wet with her, their scents mixing together. "Maybe we can shower together. I would love to wash your back." For sure that would include a ton of caresses, considering how romantic Rick was.

Sometimes he wished he could be inside her all the time- it felt warm and comfy, and so intimate. "W...Wren...as we...as we cuddle, can I..." He felt really shy to ask that- specially because it had such a load of emotion and intimacy. Instead of finishing his sentence, he positioned his cock against her entrance and left it up to her to press herself against him or not. He also needed to see if she would take action about their love making, and he needed to feel her dominance a little, even if just a little, he craved for it- she deciding things as well was one of the most important details in this bond they were forming. He also wanted to know what she liked, and sharing their thoughts during their little aftercare seemed perfect.

"Yes...we're dating...so you're my girlfriend." He smiled, relaxing as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm all yours, Wren." Rick seemed really happy about all that, and really happy about having her in his arms.

"Carl? Well, if you want to keep our relationship a secret for now, it's okay, we don't have to tell everyone, it's our life and we can be reserved about that. But if you want to make it public, then I can talk to him- we can talk to him. He really likes you...so I don't think there will be any problems."

#wren x rick

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onskepa · 2 days ago

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Stxeli: The night of Eywa's gift pt2

Okaaaaaaaaaaaay here is the second part of ch10! Had to cut it in half cause I went over board on this one. Either way! Enjoy!

Stxeli Series

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This night was supposed to be a joyous one. Smiling, not caring about tomorrow, only the now. Yet for kame, this night is one full of secrets and betrayal. Every day there seems to be a new secret he has to hide from his new friend.

His guilt grows everyday. And his latest stunt would put him in a fragile state if stxeli finds out.

Speaking of, she looks very pretty in his eyes. The colors reflect her personality and her glow.

Slowly he makes it through the crowd to get to the center.

A part of him wants to go straight to stxeli and join in the fun, but the other part of him wants to stay on the side. This is her night, so he should give her space to enjoy it-

“Ah kame!”

He turned to see Tsu'tey with a more loose stance and slightly goofy smile. They greet each other.

“Is there something you need tsu’tey?” kame asks.

Tsu’tey shakes his head but places his large hand on kame’s head, “no but stxeli does. As much as I dont like you being around her so much, she requests you. So, as your teacher and her good friend, I promised I would find you”

If tsu’tey knew what his mother does, he might have every right to forbid kame from stxeli ever again. That is another thing he hates, also not able to tell tsu’tey what is really happening.

“Come come, she waits for you” tsu’tey guides kame through the crowd and to the center. Stxeli spotted him immediately and ran over to the two.

“You made it! Come on! Join me!” stxeli smiles even wider, grabbing kame’s hand she guides him to the dance circle. May Eywa forgive him, perhaps he should hold onto the secret for a little longer. Let him indulge in this tiny selfishness of being with his dear friend.

Eytukan was enjoying the festive night. Delicious food, delectable yovo juice. By stxeli’s request. Lovely dance, energetic people, seeing his daughter happy and thriving. What more could he ask for?

For kame to be gone.

Day one, his instincts were telling him to not trust the boy. Mo’at being the more sensible person tells him he is just a child. And true, he is. He has done nothing to offend eytukan or anyone. Stxeli likes him to be around and even insists he joins their circle during communal dinner.

Yet he can't help it. Is it his fatherly instincts? Is it the past still haunting him? Or is he really overprotective?

Whatever it is, there are so many alarms in his head to not trust kame, no matter what.

This is the best night ever!

Stxeli was enjoying herself to the fullest. Yummy food, endless hugs and kisses from her family. Gifts that she gratefully appreciates. Kame was there to dance with her. Best of all? YOVO!

The night where she was allowed to go nuts on the yovo. Yovo slices, yovo juice, yovo sweets? Yes please!

Letting the music take control of her body, in high glee stxeli dances like no tomorrow. She dances with kame, with the other children, with her mother, father, neytiri and even tsu’tey!

Even better, soon after the celebration, she will end it with a grand way!

However….

“Ma’ite, its time”

Time to meet the ugly alien with ugly hair eyes.

3 hours have gone and the festive spirit is still holding on strong, however the drums have begun to sound their beats. Announcing the first important part of the night. For young stxeli to meet jakesuli, the dream walker. The sky demon in false skin.

Many come to like him, but there are still many who dont trust him.

Whatever stxeli chooses, accept for reject him, the people will follow without question.

And that is something both jake and stxeli are deeply nervous about.

Will stxeli make the right choice? Will she come to regret it? What if the choice she makes is the wrong one?

“Ma’ite, its time” eytukan breaks stxeli’s train of thought.

“Sempu….” stxeli slightly whimpers, clinging onto his hand tightly. Sensing her distress, eytukan picks her up and holds her close.

Mo’at noticed and told the people to keep going until stxeli is well enough.

Jake on the other hand was slightly confused.

“W-what’s going on…?” he asks.

Neytiri looks just as confused, patting his shoulder she says, “I will be back”

Tsu’tey stays with jake but secretly he wishes to see if the young child is alright.

Mo’at, eytukan, neytiri and by the plea of stxeli, kame, were all in the upper areas of the home tree. After announcing that it was time for stxeli to meet jake, stxeli suddenly got cold feet.

“I knew this was a bad idea. It has ruined her night” mo’at was the first to say. She gently strokes stxeli’s carefully braided hair. The young child still clings onto her sempu, seeking comfort in his warmth.

“Sa’nu…” neytiri quietly pleads.

Mo’at shakes her head, the anxiety quickly creeping up on her.

“No, despite what you saw, neytiri, he shouldn't have come. Whenever he is around your sister is limited to go anywhere. That is not how she will continue to go on. Send him back now. He won't see her again, not now, not ever-”

“Tsahik”

All heads turned to kame who was a nervous wreck of his own, spoke.

“It is clear you care for stxeli very much. There is no doubt. And I know I am the least to give my opinion in this matter but as stxeli’s friend, I believe this choice should still lie on her. As scary as this may seem”

Stxeli heard his side, and it is true. She was given a choice to make, as much as she loves sa’nu, this is something she can do without her…..

Its just….

“I'm scared I will make the wrong choice…” she confesses.

“Stxeli, what is mine and your sa’nu’s role?” eytukan asks.

Stxeli looks up at him a bit confused bit answers, “you two lead the people. In spirit and in body”

Eytukan nods, “and you know we have to make choices constantly, correct?”

Stxeli nods this time.

“Everyone is given choices, what we choose does affect later on. Whether it is the best decision, or the worst, we can never know until the moment arrives. We may feel like the choice we picked is the worst but turns out, it is the best outcome. When given a choice, you have to weigh the outcome. How big will it effect other things, how will it change the path. All of that must come into consideration. But know stxeli, what you choose is not a wrong or a right choice, you won't know the answer until later on”

Stxeli’s eyes sparkled at his wise words. Sempu truly knows what to say!

Taking a deep breath, she is ready.

“Jake sully”

The avatar in question turned to see the family come back down. Stxeli walking towards him. The people making way for her. Behind her was a na’vi he has never seen before, neytiri and her parents.

Jake takes in the full view of the child. And her in return.

There was long moments of silence.

Jake honestly didn't know if there is something he has to do or say.

“Narvä'!!!”

The child shouts, pointing at him.

The whole crowd gasps. Except tsu’tey, who just laughs his whole heart out. Then the child began to giggle, neytiri soon after and even the child did as well.

This made jake blush out of slight embarrassment. Out of all the words he learned, he knew exactly what that one meant.

The na’vi smiled and some shook their head, as they seem to understand her humor.

The next part however, made even mo’at slightly surprised.

Stxeli pressed her fingers on her forehead and brought her hand downward.

“Oel ngati kameie” she says.

With a shaky hand, jake does the same, “Oel ngati kameie”.

Neytiri won't admit it, not so loudly, but she is secretly happy her little sister accepted jake. Spending time with him, albeit not so voluntary, has become very enjoyable. She even looks forward to it now.

His smile is no longer creepy or odd, but now soft and bright. His eyes no longer boring or dull, they are now bright and full of curiosity. Despite the clear differences in fingers and facial structure, neytiri finds him very…cute.

But that is something she would keep with her until her last breathe.

Sylwanin loved and admired the humans, expanding her influence to neytiri. Though she has yet to pass down the same thing to stxeli.

Humans are still evil, corrupt and destructive, but jake is constantly changing and challenging her views. Something she enjoys. Something new in her same day routine.

And with stxeli now giving the ok to let him in, there are more possibilities. None which require hiding or changing paths. Its all hands on stone now.

The festive night was coming to a near end, but before the big thing happens, stxeli took kame up to her nook.

“Stxeli, is anyone supervising this..?” kame asks a bit worryingly.

Stxeli waves her hand, “its fine, it will be quick! Look!”

Kame looks at stxeli curiously, with a smile she present him a vial.

“Tada! This is my best version yet! And I made it especially for you!”

Stxeli handed him the vial, a very special one. Made of obsidian, it shined brightly against the small torch kame was holding. His eyes widen at this surprise.

“I thought I made 10 vials the other day, I guess I was so sleepy that I imagined it. But oh well! I had enough time to make this one. My sempu told me you were going to begin climbing through the mountains as part of your training, so I made this new and better glue for you! I know that between the winds and the rocks, the travel can get very rough”

Kame didnt know what to say. His mind went back to the early morning, stealing that 10th vial. This whole time it was for him?

He made her do double work…

Clutching on the vial tightly, he hugged stxeli the best he could.

“Thank you..” he mutters. Trying his best to hold in the tears. The guilt is rising again. She is never going to forgive him if she knows….maybe…its not too late…?

“stxeli…I-”

“Come on silly, you can thank me later! Let's go back before tsu’tey or sempu finds out”

Grabbing his hand, stxeli leads him back to the celebration. Its not too late, kame will tell her. Not tonight though, but he will tell her. Soon.

The night had come to an end, jake, and even the clan all went home after being drained from the celebration. It had come to a good end. Now all that was left was stxeli and her family.

She was really tired but did her best to stay awake a little longer.

The time was here.

“Are you excited ma’ite?” mo’at asks softly.

Stxeli yawns but nods, “I am sa’nu”

Mo’at, eytukan, neytiri and stxeli all head towards the tree of souls. The presence of Eywa was strong, the proof of the atokirina’s. Hundreds in the numbers. They are waiting for her.

They walk towards the center, mo’at placing stxeli gently at the base of the tree. Roots quickly make their work. Covering stxeli from the base of her neck down to her little toes, the child relaxes at the familiar feel. It felt like a warm embrace.

“Im ready…” she whispers.

Quickly her family connect their kuru’s to the nearest vines.

“We are behind you my sweet one” eytukan speaks.

Stxeli relaxes as though she is going to sleep. Closing her eyes, she travels. The familiar pull, as though something is dragging her to somewhere else.

“Stxeli….”

She opens her eyes and smiles. Looking at her surroundings was her home, the forest. Eywa has welcomed her once again.

“Stxeli….”

The child turns to see who calls to her. Smiling even wider stxeli sees her.

“tsmuke!!”

Aaaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! What do you guys think? Lemme know! Until next time! See ya!

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