#it was a joy to make tho truly such a lovely smile
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Yuki Ishikawa 10 Essentials GQ Japan
#yuki ishikawa#rjn#anon!!! this set is for you <333 sorry it took me a few days and i hope you'll see it!#it was a joy to make tho truly such a lovely smile#also it's so freeing to gif him as well because it truly is just for me LMAO#and dear anon who asked for a set of him smiling#like this gets one note and i'm over the moon#will gif s.vt again tho when the sncp photoshoot comes out#b.edits
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#mtas#my time at sandrock#mtas wei#mtas builder#fanart#i found my true love target ; v ;#the smiling type is the ones that truly snatch my heart#they bring me the utmost joy#as much ironic it is unsuur makes me unsure of the rest of the stage after confession#i just thought i marry him in case the builder parents come and there would be some kind of scene over it like in portia#till the very last minute my heart was somehow still half in about it#tho in the game unsuur is read very close as 'unsure' i actually pronounce it differently bcs it's close to something in my language#unsur : means element; i thought that's nice bcs it feels closely to rock related thing#https://translate.google.com/?sl=id&tl=en&text=unsur&op=translate#if anyone even interest the slightest on how it sounds when pronounced by me here's the google translate link#but yea i'm dying that it is literally being pronounced 'unsure'#pls help him he just needs to be given a chance to command so he can learn to do independent thinking from experience#like yeah probably there would be lots of mistake at first#but u're like a mom justice who decides everything for the child so when u ask the child they just be like don't know ask mom fshdshd#he needs to be put out there#or had that been done justice if so i am sorry ; v ;#but seriously i'm dying when i kept adventuring with justice and logan and unsuur was just told to wait like a puppy fhsdh#he needs to be taught how to decide things by himself seriously#it's honestly hard to write unsuur's character#like no matter how u tried somehow it doesn't feel as close as funny or as serious deadpan like the original#wei here is like a piece of white paper i can scribble whatever i want#it's unexpected#but i ended up liking wei
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the other day my 15 year old cousin was pretend shooting at me [24], my aunt [late 40s], and my partner [25] with a small gun.
i pretended to be hit, then quickly ducked and dove around the counter, looking for a weapon-shaped item frantically. my aunt, with such malice in her voice went, "what are you *doing*?" i hardly huffed a response back bc i was So focused. then, there i saw it: an unopened bag of marshmallows. i quickly ripped them open and tossed one up in the air to land around the corner into my cousin's room while going "ITS A GRENADE!" and he laughed. it was one of the few genuine smiles i'd seen him make the whole few days we spent together.
i dont care how old you are, if you see someone playing pretend, it's your duty to hop on that moment and keep it going. no one is "better than" imagination. you're not superior bc youre in your 40s and dont know how to have fun. life is about silly moments like this (to ME and im on my high horse PREACHING at u to fill your life with love light and JOY)
#personal#hi. i literally just wanted to preserve this memory bc it was so sweet#i hope i didnt sour it by rambling at the end about how my aunt sucks and more people should have FUN#but i truly believe plenty of people are filled with love and light and fun#this is a reminder tho for any of u youngins out there who think growing up is becoming boring and ''''mature''''#its literally not.#to me life is about making those around you smile and doing whatever u can to make yourself genuinely smile too#''do goob!'' as john always says#.txt#maria is literally just rambling. hi#the ending is a joke btw if anyone is struggling with tone. i dont actually mean to come off as preachy or on my high horse. thats the#opposite point. everyone is literally just vibing. do what u can to be happy and dont kill others' joy#ESPECIALLY younger ones!! and animals!! omg i LOVE playing with cas#when i see my lil kitty peeking around the corner im like HELLO OMG. ITS HIDING TIME!!!#fun#love#cats#family
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— nerd!chan drabble #1
part 1 / part 2 / headcannons
synopsis: the aftermath of what happens between you and nerd!chan following the events that take place in part 2
tags: nerd!chan x cheerleader!fem!reader, established relationship, lots of fluff, lots of kissing, nerd!chan being a cutie, oral sex (f. recieving), unprotected sex (plz do not), basic lovemaking, aftercare, etc
wc: 1.70k
add. notes: idk why i wrote this n how tf it got so long. those pictures (i cannot upload them rn idfk why. if they r uploaded by the time u r reading this then good for us if not then i'll kms) seriously did a number on me i think tho bcs holy fucking shit man he looks so good. like i adore this man to death n beyond GRRR!!! anyways enjoy :3
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saw chan's latest post and now i can't stop thinking about how the pictures are extremely nerd!chan universe's bangchan coded.. specifically, they're the type of photos chan would post the day you guys finally get together, on the first day he gets to call himself your boyfriend at last.
he's long dropped you off at home and is still reeling from the excitement of everything that's happened after the game, not to mention that he was so giddy to the point he ended up texting all his friends about everything that happened, making sure to repeat how he finally, finally!!! got the girl of his dreams at last. his joy is to the extent that when he gets home, he can't stop thinking about you, thinking about how you sounded and felt, thinking about the way you'd straddled his lap in his beat up car, thinking about how you'd kissed him breathless, just thinking about you.
when he's in the safety of his room behind locked doors, he positively melts against the wall, crumbling to his feet with a lovestruck grin on his face as he repeats everything that went down an hour prior and quite literally changed the trajectory of his entire life if he's being honest. when his phone pings with a message, he's immediately shooting to swipe for his texts, giggling at the sweet messages you've sent him to remind him once more that you love him and can't wait to see him tomorrow. he'd reply back with a goofy smile and kick his feet, of course, before impulsively making the executive decision to once again, stalk your instagram.
when he pulls up your account, his heart clenches against his chest, because there you are, plastered all over the feed with your beautiful features that he's fallen for over the last few months. the way your hair cascades over your shoulders, how your face is lit up and beaming in every post he looks through, your uniform or even casual clothes clinging to your body perfectly in specific uploads— everything about the way you are makes him feel dizzy in the head. he genuinely can't fathom the fact that you're all his starting today and onwards.
the next day when he sees you, he thinks he might ascend onto a different dimension. he's all dazed and in awe when he approaches you, softening at the way your eyes brighten after falling on his figure, watching with honey dripping as you parade up to and crash into him with your arms wrapping around his waist on instinct, no less in public. when he hugs you back, he can smell the familiar scent of your perfume and shampoo mixed together, burying his face in an effort to cling onto you like he's often dreamed of. though he's a bit pouty when you eventually pull away, he thinks you you make up for it by leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand to drag him away for a late lunch date.
the hours pass with you and him spending as much time as you can together to make up for however much you'd lost avoiding each other and sneaking around in private previously. chan does his best to pay attention to what you're rambling on too, something about your professor marking you down for a test when you'd answered correctly, but he truly can't seem to focus with the way he's so down bad for you. everything you do, everything you say, everything you are in general makes him want to swoop in and kiss you silly.
so, he does.
it catches you off guard when he leans over the table you're both sat at and connects your lips together, but you're no stranger to his affection (okay, maybe you are a little), so of course, you kiss him back, giggling against his mouth with him. he thinks your laughter might be his favourite sound in the world.
as the sky turns to orange with the sun dipping down, chan allows you to tug him around campus, going with you to the library to pick up a book you needed for your class and accompanying you to the university cafe where he insists on paying for your drink. you both eventually end up back in your dorm, with you letting it slip mid-conversation that karina would be at her parent's house today. the seemingly little tidbit makes him freeze in his place, but he brushes off the lewd thoughts entering his mind in favour of continuing the impromptu and innocent study session you decide to hold in the middle of your side of the room. he tries, he really does, to concentrate on the material he should ideally be preparing for his next exam, but you look so cute focused on the text you're busy highlighting that he can't resist reaching over to graze his thumb over your palm softly. you look up at the sensation of his touch, cheeks tinting pink at the way your boyfriend is staring back at you.
and so, it doesn't take very long for the two of you to get back into locking lips once more, chan hovering over your sprawled out body as his mouth ghosts the skin of your jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulder, everywhere. you swear he's gotten more bold ever since you started dating, but one glance at the burning red of his ears is enough to make you chuckle. when he asks you what's so funny, you simply shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to yank him in for another kiss that leaves both of you practically levitating.
chan makes quick work to have you cumming on his face after that, languid swipes of his tongue flicking against your clit and swirling at your entrance as you let out the cutest whimpers he's possibly ever heard. when his wet muscles wraps around your sensitive nub and sucks, you see stars, clenching around nothing with your juices gushing down his chin as you spray everywhere. when your boyfriend rises to meet your gaze, glasses fogged up and stained with your release, looking like he'd descended from heaven itself, you can't stop the meek "need you inside, please" that leaves you from escaping. it makes his eyes widen, but he's stripping off his clothes in record time at your plea, causing you to laugh quietly in the darkness of the room, save for whatever light is streaming through the curtains.
when chan finally does enter you, despite having done so multiple times, you gasp. you still get butterflies from the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and he still can't shake off how his stomach swirls in delight at the way your warm walls basically suck him in. he moves slowly but surely, deep thrusts hitting every right spot that has you keening and shaking under his hold. his words are barely above whispers, filled with nothing but loving remarks and reminders of how much he adores you and can't believe you're his. he babbles about how lucky he is to be yours, and how he's never going to let you go, to which you breathlessly huff out something about how you'd never want to go anywhere anyways. that sentence coupled with the way your doe eyes blink up at him is enough to send him hurdling to his climax, triggering your own. you both lay there in the comfort of each other's arms for a while after that, snuggling into one another's skin and exchanging short kisses.
it's only after a few moments pass that chan gets up to clean you off, tugging his clothes back on along with the glasses he'd tossed on your bedside table before wiping you down with a wet cloth. the way you look at him as he tends to your needs makes him flush bright under your gaze, which only has you tittering and sitting up to kiss him once more.
by the time everything's done and he has to go home, chan lights up with an idea, lacing your fingers in his and rushing you outside the doors of the student accomodation. he flashes you a grin that makes you weak in the knees, ruffling his hair to slide his hat on before passing you his phone and posing for the camera. you're confused what this has to do with anything, but you click the pictures for him anyways, heart fluttering at the way he beams at the lens, or rather at the fact that you're the one behind it. when you're done, he thanks you with a smooch to your forehead, shrugging off his jacket to wrap it around your frame despite it being one too many sizes big for you. he buttons you up to the end, throwing his head back at the way you look so tiny compared to the clothing you've got on, which only makes you roll your eyes regardless of the smile that creeps up on your face at his joy.
it's only when you've said your goodbye's and shared a last few kisses of the day that you find yourself back in bed, wrapped up under chan's clothes and inhaling the scent of his cologne that brings back memories of today. when you open your phone, you're hit with his notification in an instant, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you read him asking you to check his instagram but doing so anyways. you think your heart stops when you see what he's referring to.
chan had tagged you in the photos you'd taken a few minutes prior to seeing him off, but not just that, he'd captioned it too—
@.gnabnahc: thank you for being mine, pretty girl.
hot infatuation floods your system at the words he'd used, and for some reason, it dawns on you now of all times that chan is yours. he's yours. all yours. you can't stop the smile that graces your features at that realisation, replying back to him with something cheesy. safe to say, you drift to sleep that night with thoughts filled of your precious boyfriend.
in conclusion, chan may be smitten, but you're just as bad as him, it seems.
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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3
#✰ sunny's drabbles!#bangchan x reader#bangchan smut#bangchan x you#bangchan x y/n#bangchan imagines#bangchan hard thoughts#bangchan hard hours#skz x reader#skz x you#skz x y/n#skz smut#skz imagines#skz hard thoughts#skz hard hours#stray kids x reader#stray kids x you#stray kids x y/n#stray kids smut#stray kids imagines#stray kids hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours
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I'D DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU WANT ME ━ enhypen hyung line relationships as "number one girl" lyrics
toxic boyfriend! enha・ fem!reader genre. angst, toxicity, hurt wc ・ 0.8k
Sae's thoughts: hai guys! i like this one a bit better than my first fic its a little sadder tho :( i also got a little carried away with sunghoons teehee. As always, feedback, relogs, likes and comments are appericated and i hope you enjoy !
Heeseung - “Say what I'm dying to hear 'cause I'm dying to hear you”
Neither of you could pinpoint exactly where the relationship went sour. It just seemed as time went by slowly the hushed whispers, the fluttering kisses, and the sweet honey like compliments slowly died out. You loved it when heeseung complimented you, he always managed to make you feel so heard and so loved, unlike any of your previous relationship. So when did it all go wrong? how did your once loving sweet man turn into a shell of himself. One whose eyes now bore into you with such intensity. One who's honey voice now sounded bored and monotone when talking to you. His once intoxicating voice now just seemed faded a distant memory of the past. Sometimes you could remember the jittery butterflies you'd feel whenever his sweet voice talked to you. Arguments, screaming and all was all you could recall in the months leading up. All you wanted was to be loved and heard again, to hear his voice call you "princess" or "doll", anything really, anything but what you had now.
rest of the members are under the cut!
Jay - "Tell me I'm a little angel, sweetheart of your city"
Jay was truly a gentleman by heart, he always made sure you ate, sleep well enough, bought you expensive jewelry. You couldn't have asked for a better man, he even made your strict parents smile a little. He made a romantic relationship seem so easy and sweet, because even in times of argument and turmoil he always put you first. This all just made the introduction of Hana ten times worse, its wasn't her fault really. She was sweet, kind and perfect for Jay , you even saw the sparks fly. In recent time, things had not been going well, your relationship with Jay had slowly been picked at with arguments now becoming daily. The sweet intimate love you once had was now gone, a shadow of its self. What hurt even more was the look of love in Jay's eyes when he looked at Hana. It was the same look he once gave you. You already knew that you were no longer the woman who ruled his heart, you weren't his sweetheart anymore - that was hana's position now.
Jake - "I'd do anything to make you want me"
Jake didn't do relationships, he did one night stands and freedom. The freedom of not being held down by someone or responsibilities was his way of living. You couldn't blame him though, when during your time of knowing him you caught feelings. He was just such a sweetheart, he took you on dates, held your hands, whispered sweet nothings in your ears after a long tiring day. It all seemed so good and like he was your actual boyfriend. That's why seeing him with another woman shattered your fragile heart. He had the same look he did with you, that heart eyes. You knew from the beginning that there was never supposed to catch feelings. You had someone how managed to fall down a rabbit hole of falling for jake sim. Anything to get those sweet memories, the cuddling sessions the anything back again. You just wanted him to choose you.
Sunghoon - " I'd give it all up if you told me that I'd be the number one girl in your eyes"
You knew Sunghoon before he even became a trainee, you were his ice skating partner. You knew the shy boy ever since you two were kids and grew up together on the rink. You saw his goods and bad's and you had a ton of respect for him. That's why, during one evening practice when he asked you out you were basically jumping with joy. You couldn't imagine a childhood friends to lovers story buts that exactly what was happening. Practice was so much fun, so much better with someone who loved you there. especially because your parents forced to you to join but weren't even supportive. When he told you that he became a trainee for Be-lift Labs you were so excited for him, you knew that this is what he's wanted for a long time. what you didn't know was how hang-ups and dates became shorter and less often. he would even sometimes leaving you alone and embarrassed in a cafe desperately trying to call him. How your time and memories started to drift apart with him being so focused on debuting and you continuing your career. You had tried to reach out, plan dates and all but nothing. It was all in vain as you saw him on the TV, just announced as a member of the new and upcoming boy group ENHYPEN. What he didn't know was that you were okay with giving up your ice skates, just for a last hug.
#✧˚ . 𝓪ll 𝓶y 𝓵ove#saemisic#enhypen reactions#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen angst#enhypen#enha hyung line#enhablr#heeseung angst#jay angst#jake angst#sunghoon angst#number one girl#rosie#𝓼aena
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AHHHHHHHHHH. I CANT BELIEVE IT. ITS 2025. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE WHO SOMEHOW FINDS THIS POST
i would also like to say happy new year and thank you for making my 2024 from absolute hell to slightly more bearable in only a few short months (i mean if that happened in a few short months, imagine a full year!!) to these people:
@wish-i-were-heather (ik you’re gone but shhh), @lovethornes (GLAD YOU MATCH MY FREAK), @shattered-glass-roses (you’re so sweet and caring. ily), @enbypalsidk (idrk you but you seem extremely cool. talk to you more in the new year fs!), @rins-batcave (you’re so silly and i will be bothering you in 2025), @folklorelover26 (again. idrk you BUT. i will talk to you more in 2025), @your-mommy-ems (AGHHHH. you’re like my role model so im like scared to talk to you!!! but. i will get over that in 2025), @toooster (you’re silly. I WILL be slightly bullying you more in 2025), @whoaaaoaoo (ILYYYY. i’m so glad we became moots. and i’m excited to learn more abt you), @gandergaal (idrk you either. GASP. but. i shall in the new year), @elizarivers (GOD you’re so cool and im excited to see the craziness that ensues in 2025), @def3nestrati0n (IDRK YOU EITHER. god. i need to get to know you in 2025), @elysianwayy77 (ILYYYY. happy to have you in my life more in 2025), @his-littlefox (AGAIN. a role model that i extremely want to talk to more in the new year but im scared LMAO), @xoxo-g0ssipgir1 (HARLEYYYY. i’m excited to cause a little chaos with you), @discoveredreality (ARIIII. we don’t talk much but we should change that FRRR), @foreverwinter22 (ALICIAAAAAJOWMSLSKSKE we don’t talk nearly enough. like our characters talk more than we do??!!! let’s change that asap), @eternal--dream (enaoskkwmkeenkenekr i’m so excited for this new year tgt PLUS i’m (kinda not really) sorry for all the chaos), @his-imperial-highness-and-co (you’re so sweet and caring. even tho you’re rarely online i love seeing you in my notes. i would LOVE to talk to you more. i’m looking forward to it), @graaaaaayy (ah yes. the other embodiment of chaos. truly. i wish us both luck in 2025 that we don’t end up in the 7th ring of hell or whatever.), @str1ngsss (we don’t really talk but i see you in my notes all the time. it’s truly so fun seeing you there but we need to talkkk more!!), @theodditylacey (i feel like i stalk you so much but i never click your ask button and that’s just sad…. I WIL TALK TO YOU IN 2025), @zuzanna-jadw1ga (OMG YOURE SO SILLY. i seriously don’t know if we’ve talked and that’s criminal), @apollosmusee (girl your theme eats all the fricking time. ilyyyy), @letmeliveinelfhame (girl. ily you’re so silly and whimsy), @never-enough-novels (AVIIIIIIIAMALSMSPSIXIX. ily. and god idek what to say. you’re so cool and amazing and GOANSLSS), @sweetreveriee (i’m so glad we became moots bc omg. ily. you’re so silly and whimsy and every synonym for those words. sjownwlemkeen), @sleepy-boything-shit (BESIDES YOU GIVING ME A HEARTATTACK SAYING YOU WERE DEACTIVATING, i loved having you here with me in 2024. i love stalking your account and even tho i don’t do it as much, talking to you brought me so much joy this last year.), @myhyperfixationisbooks (MEOWMWLEMLEEM you’re so silly and goofy and amazing and i’m so excited to see you in my phone in 2025), @littlelovelover (SISSS. talking to you is so fun!! i literally am counting the minutes til we talk more), @littlemissmentallyunstable (BELLLAAAAAAAAA. i’m glad we agree that glenn powell is not hot. and even tho you’re like never online, i will be WAITING so that we can team up on mira and eun together), @balladofareader (ahh yes. mira. idek what to say to you girl. everything in your b day post times infinity. i can’t WAIT to make fun of glenn powell even more in 2025), AND FINALLY @blocked-zombieartist (you sir you. i’m glad you’re last bc i’ve got some words for you. idek exactly what to say to you. you being a smile to my face all the time. i see notifications from you and i squeal a little bit. i’m a little invested in this not-so-little crush situation you have. i may blame you for my lorenzo crush but in the nicest way possible. i kind of look up to you in this weird way?! idk either. i truly truly am just so excited to talk to you more in 2025.)
DAMN THAT WAS A LOT OF PEOPLE. GOD. ILY ALL. WHY DO YOU GUYS LIKE ME. IM JUST CHAOS. jokes aside:
to everyone. i hope this new year brings new beginnings, joy, safety (big emphasis on that), love, happiness and that you find everything you’re looking for. i hope that you all find these coming months to be amazing wondrous ones.
signing off,
emi <3
#emi talks <3#moots <3#happy new year#2025#i hope that it’s a good one#truly#for the sake of everyone
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RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 3 - A TREAT
Pairing : Sinclair Bryant x OC
Summary : It's December, Sinclair's favorite time of year, at least before his divorce. But this year, it will be his first Christmas with a woman who truly loves him for who he is, not for what he represents. She is his special treat.
Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut. Fluff.
A/N : And here the third story for this intense Rickmas. It's challenging but it brings me a lot of joy. Thanks for it @deepperplexity
This is the part 2 of I am yours
Part I
Also read on AO3 - Wattpad
Two months. It had been two months since you had finally offered yourself to Sinclair for his greatest happiness. Officially, you had been a couple for eight months, but it had taken you time to offer yourself to him and to feel comfortable enough to tell him your little secret. Well, you hadn't really told him, Sinclair had guessed and you had simply confirmed.
It was now the beginning of December. The week before, you had celebrated your birthday, a drizzly day in November but that Sinclair had managed to brighten up with his presence. And with a chocolate cake, your favorite. He hadn't forgotten. Some people like to make fun of him by saying that he always talks without ever letting anyone else get a word in edgewise, but that's not true, he knew how to listen too.
Today, you were both busy decorating the tree that stood in the beige-toned living room. The warm atmosphere of the room, illuminated by the garlands and the small colored lights that blinked all around you made the living room even more comforting than usual.
"This tree is a little too big, isn't it ?" you asked, laughing softly.
"It doesn't even touch the ceiling," Sinclair replied, kissing your temple.
This was your first Christmas together. The fifth for him since the divorce with the one-who-was-no-longer-named. Well, in your head, you nicknamed her the bitch who had fucked her brother.
"What do you normally do at Christmas ?" you asked, hanging a glass ball on the tree.
"When I was a kid, we had big, lavish parties. My parents' whole house was decorated: big trees, luxurious dinners, expensive gifts. The kids stayed in the playroom most of the time. Honestly, it was kind of boring."
You looked away, a little embarrassed. It was obvious that you and Sinclair didn't come from the same world, even if it had never bothered him.
"With... With you know who, it was always very cold. If I threw a big party, she told me she felt left out, if we were invited to my parents' house, she said he made fun of her - which is totally false ! - and if it was just the two of us... well, I wasn't enough for her. And nothing I could offer her was ever enough," he said bitterly.
He fell silent, his cheeks slightly red, as if he regretted talking about her. You took his hand in yours and gave him a small smile. Sinclair tried not to mention his ex-wife in front of you so as not to hurt you, but sometimes, it was stronger than him, he needed to talk about it. You didn't mind, you understood that he was still terribly scarred by what she had done to him and you appreciated knowing that he trusted you enough to open up and share what was still hurting him today.
"But after the divorce, and after an exorbitant amount of therapy, I learned to love the holidays again like I did before... her."
"At home, we didn't really have any traditions," you said to lighten the mood and distract Sinclair from his gloomy memories, "it was just my parents and I. We'd eat a simple meal and then spend the evening in front of the TV watching Christmas movies. But it was never really a big holiday in our house."
"Do you regret it ?" Sinclair asked sincerely.
You thought for a moment before shaking your head.
"Not really. When I was little, we spent Christmas at my grandmother's house with my father's whole family and it was so... hypocritical. Everyone pretended to get along and smiled at each other falsely. Of course, I was too young to understand, but once I was a teenager, those Christmas parties became heavy. When my grandmother felt too old to host us all, we started to do it just the three of us and it was fine like that... And then... as an introvert, big crowds tire me out quickly," you added with a small smile.
"I know, and I am eternally grateful to you for accompanying me to all my professional parties," Sinclair said with a smile even brighter than the garland he was diligently hanging on the wall.
"It's normal, I want to be with you. That's what good girlfriends do !"
Sinclair's smile widened even more.
"Are you glad your parents are here for New Year's ?"
"Yes, they love you," you replied, handing him a thumbtack.
Your parents had met Sinclair shortly before you moved in with him, and your mother had told you that it might have taken you a while to decide, but at least you had chosen well. Your mother never made a mistake, and you had known she was the right one. As for your father, all it took was for Sinclair to start talking to him about sea fish for him to fall under her spell.
"I'm glad to spend this Christmas in a simpler way," Sinclair said in his deep voice as he stepped down from his stepladder.
"Really? I don't want you to change your ways for me."
"Not at all. It's you and you alone that I want to be with. This will be our first Christmas and I love this simplicity."
He kissed you tenderly before deepening the kiss. He lifted you up with ease and as your legs wrapped around his hips, he led you into the bedroom to share a tender moment under the sheets filled with caresses, tender kisses and sweet words whispered in your ear.
The following days, you began to create your own traditions. You walked in your favorite park on a sunny and dry but particularly cold afternoon at Sinclair wrapped you in his wool scarf when you started to shiver despite your own scarf and your wool coat lined with silk that he had given you for your birthday.
You had also spent an entire afternoon preparing gingerbread cookies and cupcakes with delicious and colorful decorations with Christmas music in the background and in the evening, to accompany your pastries, you had prepared a hot chocolate garnished with marshmallow.
There had been Christmas movie nights of course, but also board game nights and many reading nights during which you took turns reading your favorite novels, sometimes introducing the other to an author they would never have thought of reading before.
And slowly but surely, the days had passed until December 24th. Sinclair, who had worked all month, was finally enjoying a well-deserved day off. In the early morning, you had left him to enjoy a restful sleep and had gone to prepare his favorite breakfast: fried eggs with sausages, bacon and warm toast. You had also prepared a hot chocolate that you hoped would soothe his irritated throat and you had left a bar of honey-filled chocolate, your favorite.
You woke him up with a series of kisses on the back of his neck, but without you expecting it, Sinclair turned you over with a fluid movement and you found yourself pinned to the mattress, Sinclair pinning you before his solid body.
His lips crushed gently on yours as one of his hands moved up the t-shirt - his t-shirt - that you had worn to sleep. His lips traveled down your throat and, in one movement, Sinclair removed your t-shirt to let his lips travel down your almost naked body.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered in your ear.
"Keep going," you told him as you buried your fingers in his dark blond hair.
His lips traveled down to the bottom of your stomach as his fingers played with the edge of your pajama pants. You lifted your hips slightly and he slid your pants and panties down your pale legs before throwing them to the floor.
You placed your cold hands underneath Sinclair’s shirt, making him shiver slightly but, far from turning him away, he continued to explore your body, his tongue gently caressing your clit.
“Sinclair, please,” you whispered as one of his fingers teased your entrance.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to tease your clit, his eagle-beaked nose pressing just where it should have been to make you moan without giving you the release you craved.
Just as you were about to come, Sinclair stopped, chuckling softly when you let out a small frustrated groan. He then got rid of his boxers, and positioned himself at your entrance, his hard member teasing your soaking pussy, ready for him.
He gave you a tender look to make sure you were ready. A nod from you, and he was already slowly sinking into you, his slow and calculated thrusts sending shocks throughout your body.
"Faster," you said in a breath.
Sinclair didn't need to be asked twice, his movements intensified, but still with a certain reserve. His member was longer than average and even if since your first time you had shared several nights together, you remained inexperienced and you were still learning to recognize what you liked and didn't like while he guided you with patience and love.
"Sin... Sinclair," you stammered as you felt your orgasm building inside you.
"I love you, [Y/N]," Sinclair said breathlessly.
"I love you too," you replied, one of your hands gripping his hair and the other sliding down his back.
Sinclair picked up the pace a little more, his eyes closed as if he was trying to stay focused as your toes curled against the sheets and your nipples hardened with each new thrust from Sinclair.
"[Y/N], I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
Sinclair didn't have time to finish his sentence as his orgasm caused shockwaves into your vagina, triggering your own orgasm. Feeling your tight pussy contract against his cock, Sinclair let out a grunt of satisfaction, a primal grunt that made your own chest vibrate.
Sinclair kissed you one last time, then pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling that he quickly filled by holding you close to him.
"Thanks for breakfast," Sinclair whispered, making you laugh softly.
The rest of the day passed in relative calm. You were wearing casual clothes. You had nothing planned and no one was going to disturb your little cocoon of warmth and intimacy. In the living room, the tree was shining brightly, on the TV, "Die Hard" was distracting you and the cinnamon and orange scented candles added a pleasant touch. You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, leaning against Sinclair's chest, who was totally absorbed in the movie, so much so that he had forgotten his bowl of popcorn.
Well sheltered, protected from the cold outside and the snow that had started to fall at the end of the morning, covering the garden and the windowsills with a white blanket, you felt good, safe in each other's arms. And for the first time in a long time, Sinclair felt serene.
After the movie, you headed to the kitchen. You had taken care of the main course: vegetarian lasagna, and Sinclair of the dessert, a surprise you knew nothing about. The smell of tomato sauce and grilled cheese perfumed the entire kitchen. Sinclair was busy preparing the table while you watched the lasagna. When you came back with the dishes, you saw Sinclair's effort to prepare a pretty festive table. He had laid out a pretty white tablecloth decorated with gold snowflakes. Candles provided an intimate atmosphere and in the background you could hear Wham!.
"I can't wait to taste your lasagna !" Sinclair exclaimed as he sat down at the table with an almost childish excitement.
You had done well to have planned two large dishes of lasagna. Sinclair had several helpings and he was already looking forward to knowing that there would be some more for the next day... or for the evening if he ever got a little hungry.
"Please, this is my first try so don't make fun of me if it's inedible," he said as he arrived with his dessert.
It was a Christmas Pudding that looked... unappealing. But you said nothing, waiting to taste it to give your opinion. If the visual aspect was not the most inviting, the taste was exquisite.
"You're too demanding of yourself, Sinclair. It's delicious," you said between bites.
Your sincerity, your happy and loving gaze, erased all his fears. With you, he didn't aim for perfection. All he wanted was to see that glow of pride, contentment and reassurance, mixed with the obvious love you had for him.
You shared a hot, foamy bath enhanced with lavender essential oil accompanied by champagne. You dozed gently against him as he told you how sparkling white wine had become champagne. He continued by telling you about Henry II and how his conquest of Gascony had allowed the introduction of viticulture in the United Kingdom while wrapping you in a thick bathrobe.
A few hours before Christmas, you settled back into the living room, both of you covered with a blanket. Sinclair was reading Emily Bronte's work out loud while you absently stroked his arm, wondering how you had managed to be so lucky, to have met such a man and for him to have let you into his life without knowing that Sinclair was asking himself the same question.
"A hot chocolate?" he asked suddenly, making you jump slightly.
You nodded and smiled gratefully. Except that when he came back, Sinclair was not only holding a steaming cup in his hand, but a small package that he handed to you with barely contained excitement.
You opened the velvet box under his watchful gaze. Inside, there was a gold mesh bracelet with several small pendants.
"Sinclair! This is too much!" you exclaimed, moved.
"Nothing is too much for you," Sinclair answered sincerely, taking the bracelet to put it on your wrist. "A book, because you were reading Sense and Sensibility the first time I had the courage to talk to you, a cup, for the milkshakes you drink every day, a car so that you have one of my passions with you, a clover so that you always have luck and a heart," he listed as he presented each pendant to you one by one.
"My heart," he added almost shyly, a rare occurrence for Sinclair.
You kissed him without hesitation and he hugged you.
"I'm a little ashamed to give you my gift now," you said with a little redness in your cheeks.
"I'm sure I'll love it !" Sinclair exclaimed excitedly.
You went to get it, hidden among your beauty products, and handed it to him a little shyly. You had spent weeks and weeks to finish it on time. It was only yesterday afternoon that you had finally managed to complete your work, albeit imperfect.
You would have liked to give Sinclair something more beautiful, but he already had all the books in the world including first editions - not that you could have given him a first edition on your meager salary as a receptionist for a private school - and you had never seen him wear jewelry.
"[Y/N], it's beautiful," Sinclair said as he unwrapped a hand-knitted scarf.
You weren't really convinced, but nothing could have made you doubt his sincerity, especially when he wrapped it around his neck without hesitation.
"I know it's not much..." you started, but he interrupted you almost immediately.
"It's perfect ! Just what I needed to keep warm this winter."
And just like I will always protect your heart, Sinclair, you thought without daring to say it out loud.
He hugged you and you settled back on the couch. Sinclair turned on the TV just in time to see the beginning of Little Women, a movie he knew you loved. He absently played with the bracelet that hung around your wrist, smiling to himself. There, in the comfort of your home, in the warm caring embrace, he felt at peace.
Nothing mattered anymore. Past failures, loneliness, Natalie and Richard, nothing. Except you. You and the calm with which you surrounded his existence, soothing the demons of his past that had haunted him for so long, reminding him again and again of the burning pain of the humiliation he had felt.
As midnight struck, announcing Christmas, and the snow fell harder, Sinclair observed your peaceful face on which the glow of a candle danced. You had finally fallen asleep, totally abandoned in his arms, in full trust. His heart swelled with love. You had become, in a short time, the center of his universe, his source of joy, peace, love.
You were his present and his future. You were his special treat.
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oooo okay what i'm boutta request may sound crazy but
could you do a fluffy fic where it's all in matt's pov and he has a huge crush on the reader and he's so anxious around her and nick puts it together that matt is in love with the reader and one day they're hanging and matt's nervous around the reader and the reader is worried and asks matt what wrong and like after being so scared and shy matt blurts out he's in love with the reader and has been for a while and it turns out reader is in love with matt too and boom they kiss and become boyfriend and girlfriend
Dreaming
Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Plagued by the constant nervousness Y/N makes Matt feel he takes to his journal. Afraid that his feelings are one sided he keeps it quiet until Y/N confronts him 📝
Warnings⚠️: None, kinda short??? I hope you enjoy tho🤞🏽
Song for the imagine: Ivy- Frank Ocean
I thought that I was dreaming
When you said you loved me
The start of nothin
I had no chance to prepare
Matt’s POV
Entry #14
Writing this down seems embarrassing because this isn’t something I do, but I have no one to talk to. I think that I’m falling in love? No! I know I’m in love, but does she love me back is the million dollar question.
I don’t crush on girls often, but when a girl is as gorgeous as Y/N how can I not? Everything about her draws me to her….like a moth to a flame. An ache comes to my heart everytime I see her because she’s so close yet so far away.
I was never shy around a girl I liked, but there’s something about her….I can’t explain it. Her dark intense eyes, her soft face, her gorgeous smile, her nails always perfectly shaped. Long but not too long just enough to capture someone’s gaze. The way she’d blink faster and bite her pointer finger nail when she was thinking hard about something.
Her ring clattered fingers, like ice to my skin when she’d grab my arm to tell me something. I mean her laugh…..always covering her mouth because she hated the face she’d make as she let laughter erupt from her chest.
She was always laughing too and it made me smile just to hear the joy come out of her. I’m not really sure when I started to like her, but it just happened. One day her looks and her touches made me nervous. It was a gradual liking that suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
She’s also our best friend, so admitting my feelings to her seems a bit dicey. I was never given any notion that she liked me more than a friend, unless she’s good at hiding it. I can’t fathom losing her as a friend because of my stupid feelings.
I guess time will tell…
-Matt
“Matt what the fuck are you doing?” Nick says barging into my room. Causing me to slam my book shut and snap my head up at him
“Nothing. I’m writing” I said placing the book on my lap
“We’ve been calling your name for a while….Y/N thought you weren’t here or anything” he said laughing
“Y/N’s here?” I asked my eyebrows perking up
“Uh yeah” he said furrowing his brows at me
“And she was looking for me?” I asked scratching the back of my neck
“Well we were all looking for you….What's going on?” Nick asked looking at me sideways
“Nothing nothings going on” I said shaking my head
“Okayyy then” he said raising his eyebrows
I threw my book on the bed and stood up stretching and patting Nick on the shoulder
“I’ll be in living room” I replied walking out my bedroom door
Unbeknown to Matt his journal had propped open on his bed. Showcasing the entry he just wrote, and Nick raised his eyebrows. Truly enticed by what he was writing
“Nick this is wrong” the boy said to himself
He trotted over to the bed and shook his head…thinking he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. Matt was acting weird lately and he figured the reason would be within these pages.
Looking over to see if anyone was near the door he let a breath of air out as he grabbed the book and looked down.
His eyes popping out of his head at what he was reading. Holy shit? My brother is in love with our best friend? He thought to himself
The way he described her had Nick's eyes scanning the page rapidly looking for more. How did Y/N not realize how head over heels this kid was for her….
But then he thought and things started to add up. Nervous around Y/N randomly, avoiding eye contact, getting embarrassed easily, catching him stare at Y/N always….
He knew it! All along Nick knew that his brother had a thing for Y/N, and he feels kind of dumb that it took him this long to realize why his brother was acting so weird.
Nick shut the book and placed it back on the bed. His heart racing with this new information that he was not supposed to know about.
Matt’s POV
Y/N had come over for our monthly movie night. Since our friendship started one night every month we binge watched all types of movies.
Y/N called it her stay relevant with current pop culture night. I just think she liked movies and needed a good excuse to keep us seated for hours on end.
Before playing our first movie we decided to eat dinner. Chris offered to cook and we all scurried away from the kitchen. Opting for McDonald’s instead.
“What movies are you planning for tonight?” Chris asked Y/N
“I’m not sure I think we should start with something sad and then build our way up to scary and then romance and then comedy” she said taking a sip of her drink
“What’s your idea of sad?” Nick asked her
“Now I wouldn’t say it’s sad, but it seems alt and creepy and it has a deep message” she began to say
“You’re such a weirdo” Chris said cutting her off
“Hey! Let her say the movie” I butt in sticking my hand out to stop Chris
“Thanks Matt, it’s requiem for a dream” she said looking at me
“Never heard of it” Nick said
“Yeah me neither” Chris replied
“Well it’s about drug addicts who are trying to find ways to get their next high, but it all starts to go wrong and it’s supposedly really good” she said getting excited
We all kind of looked at her. Me enticed and Nick and Chris bored
“Nick and Chris are looking at me like I’m crazy, but how about you Matt?” She asked looking over at me
“Hmm?” I replied looking at her
“The movie? Want to watch it?” She asked
“Uhh yeah, sure” I said smiling at her
“See! This is why you’re my favorite” he said leaning over and hugging me while laughing
Instantly her touch made me stiffen up. I was becoming nervous and my voice was straining far from me. All I could do was offer a pat to her arm and a smile.
Her eyebrows furrow at this and I mentally smack myself in the head. What the fuck was that? I thought
We cleaned up our wrappers and headed back to the couch
“Matt sit by me?” Y/N asked me patting the empty spot next to her
“Okay” I blurted out nervously
I sat down next to her, stiff like a board might I add. Not really letting my body touch hers as my breathing began to quicken in my chest.
Everything about this situation was making me so fucking nervous. How she mindlessly situated herself, often brushing her leg or hand against me and offering soft “sorries” to which I replied with a shake to my head.
We began the movie and it was actually very interesting. Keeping my eyes locked in the whole time, and scratching my head at the plot.
However I kept noticing Y/N glancing over at me. Making me swallow thickly as anxiety crept up the back of my neck.
She wasn’t even doing anything and my body was reacting. My leg started to shake and I mindlessly started to bite the inside of my lip.
“Hey you okay?” Y/N leaned over and whispered in my ear
“Yeah yeah I’m okay” I replied quickly glancing at her
“You seem a bit on edge today” she said back
“What? Me? No” I replied a bit confused
“Well okay” she said sitting back against the couch
What the fuck was I doing? The anxiety is becoming too much. I decided to stand up and head outside for a breeze and to clear my mind.
Nick had watched Matt walk outside, furrowing his brows and looking over at Y/N who’s eyes had followed where Matt was going.
A smile grew on nicks face and he began to speak
“I think you should see what’s wrong with him” Nick said to Y/N
“He seemed a bit on edge I don’t want to make him mad” she replied looking over at the boy
“No he’s just got some things on his mind I think you talking to him would be better than one of us” he replied to her
She nodded her head and offered him a small smile.
She got up and headed outside
Matt’s POV
I sat on a lawn chair looking at the trees moving in the breeze. My thoughts interrupted when I heard the creak of the back door
“Matt?” I heard from behind me
“Yeah?” I replied looking over my shoulder
“What’s wrong? You seem off” she said sitting next to me
“Nothings wrong I promise” I replied smiling at her
“You’re lying” she said staring blankly at me
“Okay fine….just a bit of anxiety is all” I replied
“That was the half truth…what’s really going on” she said rolling her eyes at me
“You wouldn’t get it” I replied looking back at the trees
“Matt, come on. We tell each other everything” she says groaning
“But this I want to keep to myself” I said rubbing my eyes
“But if it’s making you anxious you should just say it” she said back to me
“I don’t know how to say it” I said turning and looking at her
“Oh sure you do come on” she said egging me on
“It’s just I am so madly in love with you, and I have been for a while. And I don’t know that you feel the same way and I can’t risk losing a friendship over this. But everytime I see you it’s like my body is on fire and my chest aches for you. Everything about you is gorgeous and amazing and I can’t help myself from falling more and more each day” I blurted out
“Matt….I….I like you so much. And I thought the lingering touches and the glances would give you an idea. But I figured I was creeping you out” she said laughing a bit
“No. You were making me nervous” I replied laughing too
Without a second thought Y/N pressed her lips to mine, and at first it took me by surprise. But then my right hand laid on her cheek as I pressed my lips against hers.
This kiss was better than I could have ever imagined. It was like we were made for each other. Her soft lips made my skin melt as the stars aligned above us.
I pulled away and looked at her before smiling at her
“Can I….can I be your boyfriend?” I asked smiling at her
“Yes Matt! 100 times yes” she replied before crashing her lips to mine again
A beautiful kiss under the clear night sky…just like a movie<3
The End
HIIIIII hope yall enjoyed this one🥹🖤🖤 I got many more requests to pump out, so stay tuned! Love yall dearly 🤭🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets imagines#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo imagines#Matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo imagines
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kawnglan [ˈkawŋ.lan] adj. malicious, bad hearted
Anonymous Request: Can I request a fic where Neteyam is being teased by Aonung and Lo'ak for not choosing a mate. It leads to the three making a bet that Neteyam has to court someone within 3 months and have the person fall for him. Neteyam does it just to get them off of his back, but eventually falls in love with the Metkayina reader, only for the bet to be exposed, making the reader feel like a game and a laughing stock to the boys even tho Neteyam's feelings became real.
The moons are high in the sky when I return home late that evening, a smile spread widely across my face that I don't think will ever fade.
The last few months have been the best and strangest of my life. Never had I imagined, when the Sully family had arrived on our shores, that they would effect my life so deeply.
One of them, in particular.
Though I was an orphan in the Metkayina clan, that didn't mean I'd grown up alone. I had an entire community around me, supporting and loving me. I had my tulkun sister and my friends, plus my aunt and uncle, to help guide and keep me safe as I grew.
But something was missing. I had always hoped that, when I was of age, I would find a mate to truly become my family.
I had just assumed he would be Metkayina - but Neteyam, the oldest son of the Sully family, had caught my eye the moment he set foot on our beaches.
He was tall, as tall as his father, and broad-shouldered, with long braids and a stern face, until he smiled, and then he became soft and kind; you could see who he truly was.
It was a long time before we spoke for the first time, but I spent time observing him and wondering how to introduce myself. Eventually, he did it for me, walking up to me on the beach and asking about the net I was using.
He asked me to teach him, and from that day on... Neteyam was always there, nearly everywhere I went. I couldn't remember the last time someone paid such attention to me, listened so intently, made me laugh so hard; it was a joy to spend every day with Neteyam.
On this night, just three months after that first time we spoke, I finally told Neteyam how I felt - that it was as if that missing piece of me was replaced, that he filled a hole inside of me that had been aching for so long.
And he told me he loved me.
I practically skip home, lighter than air, tears of joy on my cheeks, so proud to have earned the love of such a kind and gentle Na'vi.
"Y/N!" I turn to the right, and see Kiri coming my way. I wonder what she could be doing out so late, when most of the clan is asleep. I try to wipe the tears from my eyes, embarrassed by them even if they're happy tears, but she notices as she reaches me.
"Oh crap," she says, her shoulders slumping. "Did they tell you about the bet?"
I tilt my head to the side. "The bet?"
Her sad look turns to shock - eyes wide, mouth open - and she takes a step back.
"What bet, Kiri?"
As she tells me a story, a rage rises within me more powerful than anything I've ever felt.
I don't make it home that night.
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Neteyam is up early the next morning, despite being up late the night before, eager to find Y/N. Last night was the best night of his life - but today, he has to tell her the truth. He can't stand it anymore; it feels like lying to her.
The bet on the beach that day was so stupid. Aonung and Lo'ak, both younger than him and happily mated, continued to tease him for not having shown interest in a woman.
Neteyam, hurt and embarrassed, chided back that he could have any woman he wanted.
Lo'ak challenged him, pointing to the closest Metkayina woman, and telling Neteyam that if he could get that woman to fall in love with him in three months, he'd tell their mother who truly destroyed her favorite necklace years ago.
Neteyam had been taking the heat for that one for too long - and he readily agreed.
He had not really thought the bet was something anyone would follow through on. He thought he would make a show of talking to this woman, and everyone would have a good laugh and forget everything... but things had turned out so differently.
He hadn't expected her. Of course she was beautiful, but you could tell that from a distance. It was up close, talking to her and spending time with her, that quickly made Neteyam fall in love.
The bet was far from his mind when he approached her every day. He wasn't doing this to get Lo'ak to confess to some teenage crime - he was doing this because he was infatuated with this confident, strong, fierce, talented woman.
"Neteyam, I must tell you something," she had told him last night as they sat on the beach, holding each other close and looking out at the waves. He felt a pang of panic in his chest, thinking someone had revealed the truth of their first meeting to her, but she went on to say, "I've always felt like something is missing. My parents died when I was little and it sort of felt like I missed out on a family. I always hoped, when I met my mate, I would feel sort of, you know, complete... and I do. I feel that with you. Whole again."
Tears sprang into Neteyam's eyes. She was whole without him, but he was still so happy she felt this way. He told her immediately that he loved her, that he wanted her to be his mate, and that he would never let her feel alone again.
And now, he has to tell her the truth - that this started as a silly bet, but it's so much more.
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I have not slept the entire night, despite trying. I thought the crying would wear me out eventually, but sleep never comes, and I continue to cry through the night, until I'm all out of tears.
When the sun rises the next morning, I stay curled up against the wall of my mauri pod. I am too embarrassed to face anyone again.
Though my anger is mostly focused on Neteyam, I also feel betrayed by Aonung and Lo'ak, who instigated the bet and never thought to tell me that I was being tricked the entire time.
I was walking around like an idiot in love! And it turns out, I was just an idiot.
There will be no family for me. The hole I feel inside my heart is widened now, and I fear there's nothing that could fill it.
The tears start again, and I hear his voice. "Y/N?"
He's at my archway, and I huddle against the wall. "Go away."
His footsteps approach, and I feel him kneel behind me. He places his hand on my shoulder, and I flinch away, crawling to the other side of the pod, crouching down to glare at him.
"Go away," I reply with a hiss, and his face falls.
The expression is unmistakable. He knows that I know.
"Get out!" I scream, hissing once more, crouching as if to attack, though I barely have the strength to stand.
Neteyam surprises me by leaping forward, grabbing me by my upper arms, and forcing me to look into his eyes.
"No! You will listen to what I have to say, and then decide."
"Decide what?"
"Whether you want to speak to me again."
I stand up, breaking free from his grasp. "Speak, quickly."
He rubs his forehead, clearly not prepared to explain himself. "I don't know what you heard, but... here's what, this is what actually happened. Lo'ak and Aonung, they were making fun of me, telling me it was clear no woman was going to be interested in me, if they weren't already. Joking about how, I couldn't talk to women. So I, I said some dumb stuff, about being able to get any woman I want."
I scoffed, stepping away from him. Did he think this story was going to help?
"Just listen!" he insisted. "Lo'ak made a bet, said if I could get a woman to fall in love with me, he'd tell our mom the truth about something stupid he did years ago. Anyway... Aonung pointed you out. I figured I'd walk up to you, make a big show of talking to you, and everyone would forget about the bet. It wasn't serious, and it wasn't nice, to take it serious. It wouldn't... be fair, to anyone. So everything after that first conversation was real, Y/N." Neteyan drops to his knees in front of me, reaching out to grip my thighs. I want to shove him away, and I want embrace him, so I stand there, as still as possible. "I wasn't trying to convince you to fall in love with me to win a stupid bet. That's how I ended up speaking to you... but it isn't why I kept speaking to you. I fell in love with you, Y/N, almost immediately. Everything about you is... so impressive.
"You're the most talented, smart, and strong woman I've ever met. You are fierce, almost terrifying, and I was so proud that you taught me to make that net, so proud you wanted to keep talking to me. I almost forgot, about the dumb bet that brought me to you. I wish I could forget. I wish I could make you and everyone forget."
I sink down to my knees before him, and see the tears in his eyes, the way his lips are trembling, and he places his hands over his heart.
"I felt so foolish, when Kiri told me... I felt embarrassed, and hurt. To have told you that, that you are my family, and to find out it could all have been a lie," I reply. I take one of his hands from his heart, and place it over mine. "Promise me, Neteyam, that you do not wish to make me a fool. Promise me, Neteyam." I thought I could not cry anymore, but the tears fall down my cheeks freely again, and there's a burning in my chest.
"Y/N, I promise that I have truly loved you every day since the moment we met. I should have been honest with you right then and there. I will never forgive myself for hurting you. Never."
His fingertips press into my chest, and he is crying as hard as I am now, and I know that this is truly Neteyam.
Honest. Kind. Thoughtful. He would never have led me on for three months, and he would not be crying before me now if I did not mean something to him.
I lean forward, pressing my cheek to his chest, and he wraps his arms around me.
"Be my mate, before Eywa," he whispers. "Let me make this up to you every day, for the rest of our lives."
Through the tears, I smile. "Yes," I whisper back. "Just make me one last promise."
"Anything," he says, and I lean back to look up at him.
"Tell me what stupid thing Lo'ak did years ago."
A wide grin spreads across his face, and we both laugh. Just like that - the hole is filled, and I know everything will be okay.
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Hello, can i ask for Idia or Ace (I can't choose between the two the one I want, so you can choose it), Lilia and Ruggie (my man need more love) hc with a reader that adopt legally Grim ? Like, now Grim have the last name of reader, and he call reader his dad/parent, and they have to be approved by Grim to date the reader ?
(separate please)
Have a good day/night (sorry for my bad english)
-Anon
. . . INTRO TO NON-HUMAN PARENTHOOD
pairings : Ace Trappola , Lilia Vanrouge , Ruggie Bucchi x gn!reader
genre : fluff , written with graduated!reader + characters in mind , established relationship
cws/tws : very tiny book 7 spoilers…like rlly small
a/n : it feels so weird not having any work done since my teachers assigned all our work before christmas break so we’d be able to rest
ACE TRAPPOLA !!
If he has to be honest, he doesn't know how to feel, not in a bad way tho!! He's so used to teasing Grim as a part of the first years friend group, but now that he's legally your child (and by extension his son), it just feels weird sometimes.
But in the end their relationship doesn't change one bit, this also means there's endless bickering whenever Ace comes by your place.
The one thing he can't get used to is though is Grim referring to you as his parent. I mean, c'mon, if you've been hearing "henchmen", "my human" for years it's bound to be quite the change.
During the legal adoption process, he's the type to be beside you searching on his cheap little laptop the meaning of so many words on the documents you're meant to sign (this is his way of helping you).
It doesn't sink in for a while that the three of you are technically a family, you occasionally joke about getting married in the (probably near) future and making Grim be the ringbearer or flowerboy.
One night when Ace crashed at your place, you came home to see him and Grim passed out on the couch next to each other, even seeing two slices of pizza purposefully left for you and hints of the tomato sauce stuck on the edges of the two's lips. You smile, nothing truly changes with these two.
Lilia Vanrouge !!
He's SO excited.
Silver's getting a new stepbrother once the legal process is done.
He's slightly disappointed though that, since Grim is already grown at this point, he won't be able to raise him like he did with Malleus and Silver but he'll still consider him a son either way.
I don't think unwanted fatherhood included brushing up on law and the adoption process so your guess on what terms on the documents mean is as good as his.
But we have the internet! Like Ace he's searching the meanings and making sure you understand the depth of every word printed onto the documents. Although he's hasn't formally adopted a child, he at least knows the legal repercussions that could happen should anything happen to Grim.
Overall, he's happy to have a new addition to his family :) First it was Malleus, then Silver came by, then Sebek, then now you and Grim.
When he first heard Grim refer to you as his parent, he can’t help imagining if Grim would call him “dad” or “father” like Silver does [cue heart attack].
He thinks about his general days occasionally, especially when he gazes on as you and Grim play around the field near the house he found after leaving NRC. He did not enjoy the war, not in the slightest, but maybe fighting in it was worth it if this was the type of future he's able to enjoy.
Ruggie Bucchi !!
He was really surprised, as in super surprised.
The entire concept of parenthood didn’t interest Ruggie in the slightest since it just meant more money to spend, even if it meant you had a little bundle of joy, but when you said that you were legally adopting Grim…
He looked at you like you set off a bomb in front of him 😭.
But after calming down a bit, he realized that Grim wouldn’t be even more of a handful than he already is since it’s not like he’s a baby that needs 24/7 caring.
Ruggie’s worked a ton of part time jobs just to earn some extra cash while on Sage’s Island, so he’s definitely dabbled in the law in one way or another.
He’s also just generally smart so he was your go-to man in asking the meaning of some legal jargon and he was happy to help you free of charge.
Hearing Grim call you his parent for the first time and even refer to you as that when you’re all at home surprised him a lot.
You’re telling him the little brat that always called you “human” and “henchman” in NRC calls you his parent now?? He can’t believe it.
After finally being able to adopt Grim, he didn’t feel the need to act “fatherly” since he’s known you both for years ever since NRC. Sure, he might be more open to going on midnight snack runs, but that’s it!
When reality sets down on him that he actually has his own ‘family’ now, it was a strange feeling. A sort of bittersweet happiness. It was a dream to him that he wishes would never go away, and you were there to remind him that this was his reality.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#disney twisted wonderland#ace trappola x reader#ace x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#ruggie x reader
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Gender neutral! Reader X Gotham Rogues Crochet Headcanons
This is so self-indulgent and too detailed for how dumb this concept is...my God. Anyway, crochet headcanons for the Gotham Rogues. How do they react to your crochet hobby? What do you make for them?
Featuring: The Penguin, The Riddler, Zsasz
The Penguin (Ozzie my beloved)
One of Oswald's most prominent love languages is gift-giving (he is SUCH a sugar daddy, c'mon)
So whether you already know how to crochet before meeting him or gently bring up wanting to try it while sharing dinner one night...
He is already getting out his card. A set of beautiful, ergonomic crochet hooks with colors to differentiate between the sizes, a leather yarn bag and organizer, plus yarn to fill it up.
He IS such a snob about fibers tho, he would get you local wool spun right outside of Gotham, bamboo, etc. anything expensive and natural and beautiful. (Even if you beg for some cheap acrylic just to start out with)
He also gets you little penguin stitch markers. He does his research on gifts and makes sure you have EVERYTHING you need to start a new hobby. (Now why is that so hot? Anyway)
He enjoys nothing more than sitting by the fire with you, drinking brandy, (or sometimes nice hot tea), and letting you cuddle up to his side as your nimble fingers create something.
He never gets tired of the cute face you make when you concentrate, or the joy and pride you show when you finally finish a project.
The first project you EVER made had to be a little amigurumi penguin. It was terrible and lopsided and you were almost ashamed to show him. You wouldn't have, actually, if he hadn't been sitting by you the whole time you were making it.
"Little Dove, is that for me? You shouldn't have." His hands plucked it from yours before you could protest, and he hugged it to himself and complimented you. He was so cute and so genuinely happy with it. And it stays on his little bedside table to this day.
BUT to truly make something for him? You try to go with the classics, as Ozzie is a classic guy.
Hat, scarf, mittens.
You use smaller yarn and stitches to give it more elasticity, the yarn is all a deep, darker purple and SO soft. (Cashmere bought on his dollar but it's the thought that counts right?)
You even managed to make a little penguin on only one side of the scarf, making it a little secret for Ozzie while still keeping the scarf classy.
He loves any gift from you but this? He starts planning his winter outfits to match your creations immediately.
He can smell you on the scarf still, since you spent so much time with that yarn, and it makes him smile even as the wind bites at him on cold days in Gotham. 💜
The Riddler
Listen, he's great but we all know he is kinda patronizing and a little bit of an asshole right? (Some versions more than others)
So he supports your hobby, even if your yarn and supplies take up space that he could be using for traps or riddles.
He does to research and figure out as much as he can about the hobby, but he won't dedicate time to it like you will, so he never gets as good. But he DOES know the basics, which means he can now critique you.
You are having trouble with a pattern? "Darling, that's just a double crochet into a half-double crochet into a triple crochet repeated 10 times into a magic ring. Simple."
You lost track of your stitch count? "Well I guess we can't all be multitaskers like me. I'll be silent for a bit while you count. 🙄"
With that in mind, he DOES leave you riddles in crochet pattern form occasionally. They take forever to solve but he's with you for a reason. And success is always...pleasurable for you both. 👀
Your first creation around him was just a little round frog. Green, because you thought you could gift it to Eddie.
It turned out misshapen and lumpy (listen all first projects are like this). And he teased you mercilessly for it.
"I suppose it could be a frog, from a certain angle. Maybe it's supposed to be abstract?"
It went missing after that. (Secretly Eddie keeps it at his workbench and squishes it when he's feeling stressed. The cute face you put on it does make him smile, too, but don't tell anyone 🔪)
For your actual real gift for him? You make a little crochet Riddler plush! You know the man well and he loves himself just a bit too much sometimes. (except maybe Dano Riddler but he would love it too for different reasons)
You decided to not go for realism and keep it simple in the face. But you DID go all out with the clothes. A little green suit jacket, pants, even a belt!
And you found little glasses to put on it. 🤓
When you presented it to him, he was speechless.
He takes it from you, examines it, and the wonder in his eyes makes your heart swell with pride. That is until he opens his mouth again. "I couldn't think of a better subject, truly. Though the face needs some work, dear, it doesn't truly capture my likeness."
But he says this all while hugging it to his side absentmindedly. He hugged it to himself for the rest of the night, actually. (And he now has another crochet project at his work bench)
You sometimes hear him talking to Ed Jr. while he's working, and you just smile to yourself and leave them be, turning back to your own crochet project and enjoying the peace.
Victor Zsasz
My headcanon is that Zsasz is into needlework and crochet, maybe someone in his family taught him?
He recommends what most seasoned crochet people will tell you, don't buy the fancy stuff and get some $3 goodwill hooks to start out with.
He also gifts you some yarn remnants to practice with, and when he doesn't have a job he'll sit next to you on the couch while you watch a movie, patiently helping you with steps you may struggle with.
Sometimes he may silently correct your form, showing you a different way to hold yarn tension or helping you remember how to make a slip stitch.
Your first project was just a simple washcloth. ("Nothing fancy to start out with, get the basics done first and then we may start with other stuff. If you do good.")
And you succeeded! Turns out it IS easier to do something basic at the beginning. Who knew. (Victor did)
After that you continued to have YouTube Video Essay/Needlework nights. Victor would sometimes not even work on anything and just lay against your side.
Sometimes he would even lay in your lap, spitting out any yarn fragments dramatically if they got in his mouth and pouting up at you until he got your attention.
Anyway. The actual project you made him was a nice, cozy sweater. And it was HARD to hide from him. Luckily, his profession DOES sometimes take him out of your apartment for hours upon hours at a time, so you have the ability to work in secret.
You think a simple black sweater is just perfect, something made of cotton or wool and maybe lined with red on the collar/trim, but that's it.
His immediate reaction when you gave it to him was to kiss the LIFE out of you, thanking you for thinking of him.
Then he pulls it over his head immediately, poking his head out and grinning goofily at you.
That night, you don't work on any crochet projects because he takes up your whole lap, cuddled up in his sweater and rubbing his hands up and down your sides, your hips...
Yeah he distracts you well.
And he wears the sweater proudly, but not on jobs. He reserves it for walks around town with you, so he can say his partner made it for him.
#lawrites#reader#gotham x reader#gotham rogues x Reader#gotham rogues#batman rogues#batman rogues x reader#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#oswald cobblepot x reader#the Penguin x reader#victor zsasz x reader
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Hi, thank u for ur reply and I'm glad to hear ur doing well. I will send in my request again if u wish to write it although I don't remember it exactly. I think it was about a fem reader with hanahaki disease who is in love with kazuha but feels unworthy of him and she thinks she doesn't stand a chance with him because she isn't beautiful or smart and there are better options who are interested in him as well. Regardless she is happy and grateful she got to meet him and be part of his life even tho it leaves her with so much pain and suffering. Also she hides her disease from kazuha. I think it went something like this?? And sorry about the dumb request u don't have to write it, I remember I was going through a rough patch which is why I submitted such an angsty request in the first place. Btw if u choose to do this I'll leave it up to u if kazuha reciprocates her feelings. Thank u in advance and have a lovely day.
Genshin Impact
Character(s): Kazuha
Genre: Angst + Comfort
Type: Headcanon + Small Drabble
Description: Life becomes desolate when one finds themselves alone.
Warnings/Notes: Gender-Neutral Reader(gender did not matter for this), Death(implied + mentioned yet doesn't occur), Inability to Breathe(mentioned + described)
your request isn't dumb at all and i'm happy to write it, anon <33 thank you for sending it in again, i hope you like it!
At first, it was a mere ache. A subtle, dull pain that pulled at your heart. It was something you easily wrote off as longing at first, but, as time passed, you realized it was your lungs. A squeeze and a brush...you could still write it off as another thing if you truly tried. Excitement or anguish, perhaps even just simple joy. But it was painful, almost unbearably so.
As if air could barely make it in or out, your sarcophagus felt clogged - tight with whatever couldn't make it out. You could still breathe, though, so you carried on. Perhaps a little silly of you, but it wasn't...terribly concerning. It could just be allergies.
It was difficult to watch him smile and laugh with someone that wasn't you. Seeing that gleam in his eyes directed at another being more than enough to inflict you with hurt. He began to notice that here and there.
The way you grew distant whilst hanging out. The way you cleared and rubbed at your throat. You remember him giving you a cough drop once when it got bad. His gentle voice suggesting that you should take it easy and rest up.
The first petal happened that day.
It was ticklish and uncomfortable, but there was a sense of relief once it was out. You had looked upon it and...threw it away immediately. In your mind you had already known what was happening, but simply wished to ignore it. Maybe even pretend it wasn't happening at all.
Ignore it. Ignore it and carry on. Feelings can shift and change like a water's tide and everything will soon cease.
...in a way, it was easier than continuing to think about him and how far away he feels. Than to keep acknowledging how good he looks with someone else.
It didn't turn out so well after a week.
There were more petals- one even being half a flower at one point. You didn't even think about him all that much, but it just kept getting worse and worse.
He found you a few days after that, worried and wondering why you've disappeared. Despite the lack of contact, he has a hunch...one that he desperately hopes isn't true.
The knock on your door turns into the turning of it's knob.
He freezes as soon as his eyes land upon you, a panicked chill running down his spine. His mind is scrambling despite his careful movements.
There's so many flowers—too many flowers. But you're still here. You aren't gone.
It'll be okay.
He won't lose you too.
"..y/n- hey, hey, hey," You feel the way he comes closer, his body heat joining just beside yours. "You'll be okay.." It sounds like he's reassuring himself rather than you. His hands find your face, palms gently cupping your cheeks and fingers lightly brushing against your ears. There were many thoughts crashing through his mind.
Why is it this bad?
Who in your life caused it?
His mind stills.
Who else but him?
With quickened breaths, he moves a little and shifts himself in front of you—knees just barely brushing against your own. He wants to say something—anything, but knows he lacks the words.
You feel his arms wrap around you and pull you close, his soft hair gliding across your skin. He's pensive, unsure how to get you out of this alive. What words would be the best? Those of comfort or from his heart? His arms squeeze you a little tighter before lightening up, fingers lightly digging into your clothes.
"Go- don't...don't go." Dwelling on his own emotions, he manages to form segments of sentences and wastes no time in saying them. It'll be jumbled, but there's rarely a need for flowery words when one's love is dying.
"I love you."
#♡ - Rosie writes!#writing#x reader#headcanons#drabble#hcs#x gn reader#hurt/comfort#angst#genshin impact#kaedehara kazuha#kazuha x reader#gi x reader#gi kazuha#genshin impact kazuha#scenarios#hanaki disease
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I need to update mertwins and Prowl auughhhhghh I need to know how they are doing
I'd like to think that, once Prowl finally gets his shit together and finally goes to see his mers, they will sort it out. It's awkward tho. When Prowl approaches the water, the mers look a little wary and keep a distance from him. It. It honestly kind of hurts that they don't immediately pounce him like they used to. But Prowl knows he deserves it. He's been avoiding them for a while now. He should never have done that to them.
He denied it for so long, but now that he's accepted it, it's so obvious that he cares. He'll never know what they truly meant when they claimed to 'love' him... but isn't it good enough to know they care for him? They like him? Prowl is ashamed to admit, but he now knows he loves them too.
He gently beckons them over to him. He hates how they look wary, maybe even a little scared. He offers a gentle smile to ensure them its alright.
He hates admitting that he has grown so attached to his mers. But he hates even more how painful it is to see them act so distant
The red mer slowly approaches him first. He kind of. Gets closer. Little by little. Chirping just to make sure. The moment he's in reach, Prowl carefully reaches a servo out to smooth over Sideswipe's fins. He feels his joints relax the moment the mer visibly relaxes under his touch, leaning against his servo, and then shifting in closer.
Sunstreaker then finally slowly swims over too, eying Prowl suspiciously. But he leans in close enough to Prowl to begin petting him too, and sighs when he feels the familiar servos on his helm again.
Prowl feels so stupidly relieved with the two mers tucked against his sides again. He still doesn't know what they understand, but he apologises in the most simple way he can. He says sorry. He says he shouldn't have abandoned them. He... he loves them too.
The two mers immediately perk up, their fins shooting up. They stare at him with wide optics.
......Prowl feels his cheeks heat up and very much regrets saying that. But it's not like he can take it back.
The mers happily chirp at him. Their fins flutter in what can only be pure joy as they nuzzle against him. Even though embarrassed, Prowl allows himself to laugh, honestly just happy to have this again
Prowl will steel himself to eventually grab one of them and. And kiss them. Or whatever it is that do. Licking their mouthes or something. Whatever it is is important. And intimate. And he wants to show he cares for them too. And... and maybe he misses it. Maybe he kinda liked it when his mers would press him against the glass and thoroughly lick the inside of his mouth
Ohhhh yesss good good, finally Prowl came to his senses <33
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Let’s Make Out Memories
pairing: Tom and Y/N
Warning: May include spice, making out and words that’ll make you blush (not THOSE words)
summary: Tom and Y/N filming the Yule ball scene in the Harry Potter 4th movie but then something spicy happens…
a/n: I’m truly sorry for being not active anymore. I just started taking breaks for the past few weeks and now, I feel motivated here on tumblr again. Anyways, I thank you @qrvmlfoy for choosing this since I convinced you to choose a oneshot for me to write. And for @slytherinqueenrose, I’m gonna write the rest of the other oneshot you requested, k? Love you all!
“Draco won’t be having much screen time tho” Tom said to one of the directors.
“Yeah but he’d be seen in the background. Y/N can start practicing the dance with you now.” The director patted Tom’s shoulders as Tom just chuckles.
“Yeah okay. Y/N, mind if we take a quick practice? I mean, I already got my feet ready that it’s excited to burst out of these polished shoes.” Tom smiled which caused me to laugh awkwardly.
“Yeah totally. Okay, let’s go to the ballroom.” I chuckled which made him smirk and grab my hand.
He lead me to the big, mesmerizing ballroom which made me distracted a lot. Well, of course, no one knows when I’d step on his foot every time.
We started taking it slow, slow dancing. Which made the feeling so joyful. I haven’t felt this joy for a while since I’ve been busy filming with Tom.
Later then, he started twirling me around as if I was a princess and a ballerina at the same time.
“Tom, you’re gonna make me dizzy.” I whispered which made him laugh.
“You’re too irresistible, do you know that?” He whispered back, grabbing my waist with his right hand and his left hand grabbing my chin.
“Tom..” I mumbled but he just forms a grin.
“There’s loads of people here so.. Do you mind?” He signaled me to go to the toilet in the corner of the ball.
“Tom, we still have to film. Maybe later?” I tried to convince but he just pouts.
“You’re no fun” He whispered which I rolled my eyes at.
“Yeah whatever.” I went to Emma and Daniel who was busy practicing their lines.
*A FEW HOURS LATER*
“Gosh! Did you really have to pick me up and spin me?” I whispered-yelled to Tom.
“Well, don’t blame me. The director told.” He grabs a chocolate and munches it while fixing his bow tie.
“Typical Tom.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay okay break time over! Back to dancing!” The director said.
Me and Tom came in position, hand in hand and my head on his shoulder.
The dance was again slow but then we started going in circles, him twirling me around and do some salsa.
To be honest, I loved this day. The way Tom would dance with me is enough to fill my heart with joy. This is what I always wanted. Happiness.
“Do you still wanna dance or?.. Go to the toilet?” He asked, smirking while whispering it to my ear.
“You know what? I feel bad for you so, I’m going to the toilet you’ve been begging to go.” I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom.
His smirk grew wider before locking the bathroom door.
“Don’t go too far tho.” I placed my arms around his neck as he lowly laughs.
“I can’t promise or swear that.” He pulled me into a kiss which, I gladly did as well.
We both loved each other. Ever since the beginning and ever since we met. We knew we were a match.
He then started playing my mouth with his tongue. I was surprised on how he managed to fight the dominance between us but I didn’t mind.
He started pinning me against the wall, removing his white suit in a rush.
“Tom.. I told you not to take it too far..” I whispered, in between kisses.
“Darling. I just can’t resist you. I told you, you’re irresistible. You’re so goddamn perfect, Y/N. I love you a lot. And if you love me back, I love you even more.” He said before pulling out from the kiss and then started kissing my neck.
Before I could even moan out, someone came inside the bathroom.
“OH MY GOD- I AM SO SORRY.” Emma said before she immediately left.
“That was-“ I got cut off by Tom.
“-Awkward.”
#Tom imagine#Tom Felton#Thomas Andrew Felton#harry potter goblet of fire#harrypotter#draco malfoy#draco lucius malfoy#draco#tom x y/n#Tom Felton x y/n#Tom Felton x reader
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Small Scar/Impulse thing I wrote for demon au @stiffyck and I go insane about
All fluff!
Short drabble, around 500-600 words
"I like your tail and the way it forms a heart—" But his statement was cut off by Scar looking up, blinking in something akin to confusion.
"Wait wait—a heart?"
"—I like you, and I like how soft your hair is—" He smiled, running his hand through Scar’s hair.
"—And I like your horns, and I love your smile—" He continued on, pretty much bathing in the joy complimenting Scar gave him.
Scar groaned, covering his face with his hands, glowing a dark grey all around. His tail swished side to side behind him and Impulse found himself staring at it. He found himself staring at Scar too.
"And I like—" "Oh jeez, Impulse please shut up," Scar groaned into his hands, no true malice behind his words. Impulse laughed.
"But I'm not done yet tho!" He called out, receiving a whine in reply as Scar leaned over to hide his face in Impulse's shoulder.
The moon was high and the air smelled of pink. Flowers blooming and the world sleeping with a tint of laughter.
And Impulse wondered if Scar was truly glowing, or that he could simply not focus on anything else. Scar shined in ways Impulse didn't have words to describe. His chest felt warm and he couldn't help the slight tint of adoration.
So he took a breath in. He'd be as annoying as he could be.
"I like your tail and the way it forms a heart—" But his statement was cut off by Scar looking up, blinking in something akin to confusion.
"Wait wait—a heart?" He asks, suprise and confusion clear as day. And Impulse took note of the way his face had turned a dark shade of grey-ish red and the way it made his eyes stand out even more.
So Impulse smiled. "Yeah! Your tails form into a heart!" He chuckled.
He felt like he was bathing in a sunrise that he hadn't seen before. His chest felt warm and his cheeks hurt from smiling.
The room kept tasting of a soft pink and morning glow. They stayed up for too long.
Impulse found himself looking up to the sky and letting his thoughts run into words.
"At first I thought it was a random thing—but then I noticed you do it the most when you're around me." He rambled, face flushing the slightest bit.
And I think it's cute, was a sentence he didn't say just yet.
He looked over at Scar, who now held his own tail infront of him, staring. He looked focused, and so much more that Impulse didn't have the words for. But it was a sight he wished he could've looked at for hours and much more.
Scar took a breath. "I didn't know I could do that." He gasped out with wide eyes. "I never noticed."
And Impulse felt his face soften in ways it always would when he was near Scar. Adoration, is a word he would use.
The air smelled of pink and morning breeze. And Impulse was tired in the most pleasant ways.
His tail reached over and wrapped around Scar’s, just under the heart. Just enough to get Scar to look up at him.
"I like you," He smiled. I love you, he didn't say, and he's not sure he ever would.
He adored Scar in ways that wouldn't have fit the human definition of love. Human concept did not always fit them, and he wouldn't try to make them.
But Scar knew that. Because Scar liked him too.
And even through the way Scar groaned and covered his face at the words. Even through Impulse his laughter. Even through the pink air,
He felt it when Scar’s tails wrapped around his too, and he saw how Scar peaked at him between his fingers.
And the sun wasn't there, and the world slept soundly.
I like you, was spoken to listening ears
#demon gtws#demon impulsesv#hermitshipping#Any typos you see no you don't#writing ropes#fluff#whats they ship name#Scarpulse#????#someone tell me please#drabble#demon husbands
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Awaken the New Year
🎐Summary: It was time for the rabbits to go to sleep and welcome the new year with the dragon. Last year of your cycle before you have to wait some years before you meet your spirits again. 🎐Characters: Dragon!Jongho + Zodiac Keeper!Reader [Zodiac!ATEEZ + Zodiac Keeper!Reader] 🎐Genre: Slice of Life, Zodiac Spirit AU 🎐Rating/Warnings: PG-13/one inappropriate joke 🎐Word Count: 666 🎐A/N: The word count was on purpose. I'm brewing up something else but I wanted to write a little something for the new year. I don't know what went on when I wrote this tho LOL Pt 2 here
“Last day, huh?” Yunho sighed.
“I don’t want to leave yet,” San whined.
“Me either. Y/n, you should come sleep with us!”
You did a spit-take at Wooyoung’s words.
“Hey, don’t make this hard on them. We’ll see them again in twelve years. Then we can have fun again like we did this year.” Mingi nudged San scoldingly.
“Of course, protecting the balance comes first,” Yeosang concluded.
You smiled at the five of them. You were the retainer in charge of three zodiacs: tiger, rabbit, and dragon. The rabbit of the zodiac (split into five souls: Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung) had just finished their year-long protection. Hongjoong and Seonghwa, the tiger souls, were the ones before them and the first in line to protect within your squad. It was now time to pass the baton down to their dragon friend. The youngest and the last of the zodiac you led.
As the five spirits went from humans to rabbits, they jumped into their shrine box, huddled together.
“Sleep well, boys,” you sweetly cooed to them, “thank you for your hard work this year. See you in the next cycle.”
The rabbits closed their eyes with a smile, greeting you good night, good luck, and good fortune. They froze into a statue-like state. You closed the door to their shrine box to keep them safe where they were, then walked over to where the dragon’s statue was. He was a lonely one. All on his own. He had always reminded you that he was never truly alone, though. With you around, he always found joy in guardianship, and when he was asleep, there was not much need for company, but he knew you were still around nonetheless. You opened the dragon’s door (a big shrine box encasing an equally big dragon), who swiftly awakened. His vision was blurry from lack of usage. He blinked his eyes until things were cleared. That was when he focused on a small object before him. A tiny little human.
You looked up to see the dragon of the zodiac was up and moving.
“Oh, good. It’s been a while, Jongho! Good morning~” you cheered to him.
“It’s been twelve years already?”
“Indeed. The rabbit boys had just fallen asleep. It is your turn to guard the Earth for a year. Are you ready?”
He hummed, “Can I get a meal first?”
“All done and ready for you,” you grinned at him.
You remembered how much he liked home-cooked food. The love you poured into making hot meals for each of them and the attention to what each guardian liked never slipped your mind always softened Jongho's heart. Holding your hand out for him to hold, you awaited for the dragon to place his hand on yours. Jongho transformed from the gigantic dragon he was to his human form, with big horns shot out from the top of his head and body cladded in a purple hanbok. You guided the dragon to the dining room. The temple was big for one person. You always lived by yourself whenever it was not your group’s active years. With Jongho being the last, once this year ended, you would be alone for a while again.
At the dining table, you cooked steak for him. You made it just the way he preferred it. You sat across from him, watching him eat with vigor as if he had not eaten in years, which was very much the truth.
“Rumor has it this year is going to be a pretty good year,” you hummed cheerfully.
“We’ll see about that,” he answered with his mouth full, steak shoved to the side of his cheeks so that he could reply to you, “although I don’t think it would be worse than the previous.”
You laughed heartily, “Let us hope so then.”
Once he finished his meal, he stood up to stretch his achy bones. He slowly walked over to the patio that oversaw the garden.
“Now I’m ready.”
With a smile, you stood up and approached his side.
“May this year be full of luck and happiness.”
“Said and done.”
#cromernet#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#jongho scenarios#jongho imagines#ateez+reader#jongho+reader#choi jongho
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