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andy-wm · 6 months ago

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his “coming out” should not be in any way shape or form be connected to jungkook. idk why you shippers can’t leave them tf alone when they’re not dating ffs.

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Oooh I am so glad you came here to tell me this, Anon! You are clearly well informed on both Jimin’s life, and "coming out".

I didn't even know that "coming out" needs to be in inverted commas. Thank you for helping me understand.

I also didn't know what his "coming out" should or should not be! I didn't know there were rules for "coming out"! I'm so grateful to have this information now.

I hope you've also told Jimin how he should "come out"?

I hope he listens to you since obviously, you have his happiness at heart.

Because "coming out" with no significant other to support him - and facing the inevitable repercussions alone - that would DEFINITELY make things better for him, right?

Also we all know how much Jimin LOVES being alone, so naturally we should wish that for him.

Objectively, he would be happier if he was single I guess? Because having a secure and healthy long term relationship with someone who loves and supports you is known to be pretty shit. Makes sense... that's why nobody looks for love. They certainly don't write songs about love.

Ever.

People aspire to being isolated, like Jimin showed us this with his song Serendipity.

When he sang "just let me love you" he probably meant he wanted to be single and live alone forever in his bubble. That makes sense.

And of course they aren't dating!

You're right, there's absolutely nothing special between Jimin and Jungkook. They are 100% platonic and good pals.

It would be ridiculous to look at them and see love and intimacy.

I dont know what love looks like, but this is not it...

Definitely not this either.

Just friends here.

So friendly!

Brothers even!

Keeping to the bro code here too, 100%

Absolutely no crossing of boundaries here....

I always caress my friend's clothes when I sing their own love song back to them. Especially when my face is less than a foot from their face. It's very platonic.

Anyway, there's no reason to think they might be dating.

Why would people even think they COULD be?

It's unimaginable.

Society has never ignored or dismissed loving romantic relationships between same-sex couples, and that's certainly not what you're doing. Not at all. You just know they aren't dating because ... reasons.

I'm sure you don't object to Jimin being gay because that would be homophobic (you even know how he should "come out"). If that was the case you might as well just get a tattoo of an L on your forehead and throw away all your Jimin merch because our boy is gayer than a rainbow cake. Gayer even than the rainbow cake his appa has *always in stock* in his coffee shop in Busan.

And if you generously tolerate his gayness, i imagine you will allow that one day he could date (definitely not now, because he probably has no interest in sex. He's too busy working and anyway he has ARMY to love him) yeah, but not now please.

But one day he could have a nice boyfriend who sits beside him on the sofa and smiles benignly and holds his hand like a good boy.

Definitely NOT one that sings about fucking night after night seven days a week, or watching in 3D, or DEAR GOD... the imagery... champagne confetti.

Not someone who sings Sam Smith songs on his Live, or who goes around whacking off fire hydrants in his music videos or miming blow jobs on national tv.

Not someone that demands you see him as an adult who enjoys adult things and wont accept your judgement of him. Not one who puts boundaries in place.

Not someone who (the audacity!) lies in bed naked and begs Jimin to come over.

And that brings us to the villain of our story:

JEON JUNGKOOK

I guess, since you will allow a relationship in theory, you just object to the idea of a relationship specifically with Jungkook.

And I can see why. Jungkook very obviously has no interest in Jimin’s happiness. Jungkook doesn't support him at all.

He doesn't hold jimin when he cries, he doesn't spam us with Jimin content when Jimin has a comeback, he doesn't cook Jimin’s favourite food for him, or fold his underpants while he does his own laundry.

He doesn't take him on trips to Japan, or send thirst-trap messages for his birthday, or play his songs, or sing on his albums.

He doesn't carry him, bridal style, any time Jimin jumps into his arms, and I can guarantee you that he doesn't let Jimin fuck him just the way Jimin likes it, as often as he wants it, wherever and whenever he gets the chance. And vice versa.

They didn't enlist in the military as companions, after all.

So reallly, what would Jungkook even know about Jimin's happiness?

What could he POSSIBLY know about Jimin that you don't know. Nothing, right?

What could POSSIBLY happen behind closed doors and away from the camera, that you don't see with your third eye and your vivid imagination? Again, nothing. You know ALL, right?

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I think we've covered everything?

Theres only one thing left to say i guess.

Whoever you are, you'd do well to consider whose happiness you're supporting.

If you don't support what makes Jimin happy, you don't support Jimin. Period.

#jeon jungguk #park jimin #jikook #kookmin #국민 #true love #jungkook #bts jimin #solo stans can kiss my ass #would you know love?

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tzihomara · 6 months ago

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OLD ENDS NEW BEGINNINGS ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

— settled down, and he wouldn’t have it be with anyone other than you.

wc. 1.1k | gender neutral!reader, established relationship, domesticity, fluff, crack, tiny bit angsty, marriage mentions, normalcy, not proof read.

cw; chapter 236 spoils

dating satoru gojo was an experience.

december 24th.

to say that day, and the weeks that slowly, — antagonizingly, brushed by, were memorable, was an understatement. for the two of you. it was engraved into your heart and soul. satoru tried his hardest, truly, to keep you from getting mixed along, or even trying to learn about the jujutsu world, sorcery would be the last thing he preferred you to be involved with.

but, being you. the only one after suguru that he’s let his defenses down with, found out. taking off the facade of “the strongest”, he didn’t want to lose you due to the way he had to protect himself. he reluctantly, gave in and told you. but, even if informing you of his ‘occupation’ was something he loathed, you were helping him.

you made him forget about the complication’s of being not just a sorcerer, but a weapon.

satoru gojo is used holding the world’s weight on his shoulder’s, all alone. until you came along, accepting who he truly is, how unconventional it is dating him. he’s not the best partner, but he tries. he’s learning how to regulate emotions, reassure you, let down those rough edges, to rely on someone for once. all for you.

you only want the best for him.

you can remember how utterly dreadful that day felt, like the entire world was thrown off, but kept moving. the world doesn’t stop for anyone, not you, and not for the strongest, either. time goes on.

the sharp scent of alcohols and disinfectants steadily passing through your nose, with a slight burn. standing in ieiri shoko’s lab, it was cold, to keep everything sterile. the deep breathes you were shakily taking weren’t making you anyless disquieted.

you had stayed up for days on end, awaiting for him to return from the 3 day’s prior he told you about this ‘ mission ‘, despite letting the facade down, the slight cockiness was burned into satoru’s personality. you adored it. repeating his words over and over in your head. “relax. . . i’ve got this. i’m the strongest after all, aren’t i?” words murmured into your neck. a larger hand taking your own and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your smaller hand, with a perfect fit. thumb rubbing over your own. “i promise, i’ll be back. i wont keep you waiting.”

and now you were standing over his body, nobody had the heart, let alone time to inform you. finding out days after, because shoko reached out. previously working on his body, as if it was just another day. another sorcerer that almost lost their life. to her, it was. this was the cycle. you see so much, it becomes numbing to you.

sorcerers were seen as mere tool’s to protect the weak, why would the strongest be an exception?

thankfully, she had atleast some sympathy for you, getting him in the best shape so you could see him better than how he was found, he was alive. but the nights, the days, the trust you had placed in him shifting, into unease and concern. though the trust was never lost, had taken its toll on your completely. you were fatigued and drained, seeing him didn’t relieve the anxiety you thought it would. atleast, not like this. fatigued eyes looming over his stitched torso. with a heavy sigh.

that’s what you remember, and you’d prefer not to think about it. those thought, memories that plagued you whenever you got lost in your mind, drowned out by the slight weight and warmth of two thick arms wrapped around your waist, littered with scars. your back pressed to his chest dwarfing you in size, suffocating almost but in the best way. his warmth was something you could drown in, keeping you ‘safe’ from the biting frigid essence of winter, low cerulean eyes watching you do the most simple of thing’s, currently making hot chocolate for the two of you.

so much softer, how tender, he was after the particular incident. grasping that you’re the only one he can’t prioritize anything else over, and he mean’s it.

you were so familiar with the feeling, a warm chin resting on your shoulder, fingers lightly rubbing, tracing and tapping over the smooth flesh of your tummy under one of his sweaters your wearing. the ones he bought secretly hoping you’d steal them, — and you did. he was just as content, and satisfied to be with you, as you were with him.

basking in the normalcy presented to him now, the normalcy he’d never gotten before. not even an ounce.

ever since you managed to “persuade” him to quit the jujutsu world, life’s been calm. the calm you both deserved, and more importantly what he’s been yearning for without even realizing it. a soft kiss pressed to your cheek, and a soft murmured “thank you.” as you finished making your cups, grabbing both of them and heading to the living room of the flat you two call home, relaxing back into the various blankets and comfortable pillow’s littered around. your touch, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. always managing to lean back into him, out of all the pillows here, he’s your favorite.

taking sips of your own hot chocolate, cuddled next to him. chin resting on the crown of your head, softly inhaling the scent of your shampoo, before taking his own sip. watching whatever show you ‘somehow’ had him invested into aswell. the silence with you had always, always been a comfortable one. only interrupted by soft hum’s, and shared “i love you’s”. the background noise of the show a backdrop for him, lost in his own thought’s, though for the first time ones of ease.

no longer being involved in the world of sorcery , his mind was still trying to process it. fighting, being weaponized, used even after no longer being needed, was all satoru’s ever known. be strong for the weak, without a chance or second to be weak himself. no more worries of those responsibilities, it’s all out of grasp. out of sight out of mind. bright eyes stealing long glances at you and between the tv, although, you’re the only one he’s paying attention to truly. although the weight of constantly fighting was off his shoulder’s, he’d still be targeted here and there. it was unrealistic to believe not, but that’s not hindering the thought’s — plan’s , he has for you. the two of them, marriage , children , surrounded with those he can give all the love he’s kept to himself for a great percentage of his life to, pressing a tender kiss to your temple with a soft raspy chuckle to himself.

a laugh of relief, keeping himself from getting sappy at the thought that he can, and will, live his life how he wants for once. just a few tears brimming in the corner of his eyes silently, keeping his lips pressed to your head gently.

and it all starts and ends, with you.

my masterlist for more .ᐟ

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yuurei20 · 2 months ago

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Hii :3 this might be a silly one, but is there any difference, major or small in the twst novel, specifically yuuya and Malleus's relationship, since yuuya is more timid then game yuu, I was wondering if there were any difference regarding his and Malleus's relationships. Of course you don't have to answer if you want, I hope your day is well ( ＾ω＾ )

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! 🦐🐉

While in both the Prologue of the game and of the first novel the prefect overhears people whispering about Malleus during the opening ceremonies, it is only in the novel that we receive any information about the prefect's reaction:

While there is nothing in the original game to refute that the game-Prefect had these same thoughts about Malleus being famous and inspiring fear, there is also nothing to confirm it, so maybe we cannot technically be sure that this counts as a difference? 🧐

And Yuuya seems to remember Malleus' name, as he comes up again in the novel in a scene that does not exist in the game.

There is a whole section in the novel during one of the sleepovers at Ramshackle Dorm where Ace, Deuce, Grim and Yuuya discuss Malleus, including a rumor from Deuce about Malleus freezing the roses of the maze at Heartslabyul (in the game Malleus describes this as "a classic Thorn Fairy anecdote," but it is unclear if it is canonically a rumor in the game as well or if this is unique to the novel).

By this point in the novel Yuuya has only met Riddle and Leona of the housewardens, and he concludes that Malleus must be much the same.

So that is maybe one difference between the prefect of the novel/game's relationship to Malleus! 🦐 Whereas the game-Prefect doesn't seem to have much information about Malleus at all, novel-Prefect has had Malleus' fearsomeness and strength described to him before they meet.

By Novel 2 Yuuya is just as frightened of Malleus as the other first-year students, in another scene that does not exist in the game:

"Yuuya instinctively looks around to see if there is anyone nearby. While they are in a place that few students ever pass through, it is impressive how openly Riddle expresses his dissatisfaction with Malleus when he might be overheard.

Yuuya does not know anyone who would ever dare to say such things. Even Ace, so straightforward about everyone and everything else, is wary of Malleus Draconia." - Twst 2nd Novel (fan translation)

Then there is the scene where the two finally meet (without Yuuya actually realizing who Malleus is), which is a fairly big change from both the game and manga, with Malleus already knowing Yuuya by name:

"‘Yes, I live in this dorm now. My name is Kuroki Yuuya.’

‘Yuuya…ah, you must be Yuu, then.’

‘You know who I am?’ In the same moment that Yuuya asks this, he realizes that it is not so unusual. There must be very few people at the school who have not heard of him and Grim by now." - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

(Meeting Malleus pt1 | Meeting Malleus pt2)

Both the game- and novel-prefects take special note of Malleus' horns, and the game-prefect's reaction has the option of being more comical (Yuuya wonders if he might not be a goat or sheep):

"The jet-black hair that rests against the nape of his neck is all the more noticeable in the dim light, darker than even the night itself.

And there are horns upon his head, just as dark.

Yuuya stares at them. They compliment the man's well-shaped head, forming an elegant curve. And they are surprisingly large.

Yuuya lowers his gaze to find that the man is looking back at him just as intently.

Yuuya quickly drops his eyes.

Regardless of what those horns might be, it must be uncomfortable for one to have their physical attributes stared at in such a manner.

Perhaps he has been rude.

This may be a beast-person, with horns like that. They do not seem so different from the horns of mountain goats or sheep. While this may not be so unusual in Twisted Wonderland, it certainly would be back in Yuuya’s former world." - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

(The original text reads "yellow-green armband," changed to just "yellow" for EN)

And the fallout of Malleus telling the prefect that he will not be telling them his name is maybe the biggest change! 🐉 In the game and manga we get the more comical reaction of "This guy's a little bit strange. / Why is everyone in this school like this?," but in the novel Yuuya asks again if he might have Malleus' name, and Malleus is not amused:

"‘Um, I wouldn’t want to be rude, so if I could maybe ask your name…’

‘I have said no. Did you not hear me?’

Yuuya feels a sudden chill run down his spine. Despite the once tranquil evening Yuuya goes stiff, a briar-like tension seizing his body and making it impossible to move.

Fear makes Yuuya’s heart race, and he comes close to losing his composure altogether. He should not attempt to defy this person who stands before him. Yuuya is taken over by a primal instinct that warns him: he must submit.

Suddenly, the night grows slightly brighter. Yuuya takes a deep breath and vigorously nods his head. It seems he had been forgetting to breathe. Yuuya’s heart still pounds loudly within his chest.

Realizing that Yuuya is not looking to defy him, the man appears to regain his pleasant mood." - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

In the novel we then receive more information about the impact that Malleus had upon Yuuya, which is not mentioned in the game:

"A yellow-green ribbon with a black line through it—Diasomnia colors, the same worn by Lilia and Silver. An imposing person like that would hardly be out of place in a dorm overseen by the much-rumored Malleus Draconia.

‘No point in goin’ to look for him, then. I wanted to see a human with horns,’ Grim says. ‘Was there anythin’ else about him?’

Yuuya does not know what to say. It is impossible to express it in words alone.

It was not a beauty that one recognizes at a glance, like that of Leona or Vil, but an otherworldly face with almond eyes that linger in your mind forever. An aura unlike that of anyone else, that none could even hope to attain.

Yuuya does not know if he will ever be able to put into words how he felt in that moment.

As Yuuya grapples with how to explain, Grim quickly makes up his mind.

‘Well, nevermind. Since we don’t know his name, let’s call him Hornton for now.’

‘Hornton?’ Yuuya’s eyes go wide. ‘That’s way too unsophisticated for him! He's sure to get upset.’" - Twst 2nd novel (fan translation)

And that is all we have thus far! Much looking forward to the third novel, which has yet to be announced as of this post, but maybe one day~🐙

#twstnovel2 #twisted wonderland #twstask

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outofconcheol · 1 year ago

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Sign Here For... (HJS x F!Reader)

pairing: delivery boy!Jisung x afab!reader genres/au/rating: crack, smut, fluff, one night stand au, 18+ summary: Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: past relationship and referenced breakup (Minho x reader), regrettable decisions are made, Jisung and reader are both so very shy and cute but also bold, lots of innuendos, alcohol use, swearing, some little thoughts of self-doubt, Jisung's black nail polish, unexpected feels, smut warnings: nsfw thoughts, sex toys, making out, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (the pull-out method)

a/n: djsksk what is this?? except the unhinged product of both my imagination and my infatuation with Han Jisung. this is my first time writing a fic for anybody besides bts, so I'm super nervous about this. Special thanks to Miss Emme (@temptaetions) for informing me that Dashmart, of all places, sells sex toys which then became the impetus for whatever kind of delusional thing this is. i hope you enjoy, and please be nice!

This had the potential to be a bad idea. A very bad idea. Rubbing at your eyes, you glare at your phone screen in the dark, legs tucked underneath you on the couch. If this backfired, maybe you could blame the blue light. Your psych professor in college had always loved to mumble about how cell phones were killing the younger generations’ brain cells.

Or, you could blame the fact that you’d shown up to Chan’s party last night, determined to have a good time after months of moping over your breakup, only to find your ex, Minho, sucking face with a new girl. Yeah. You could definitely blame it on that.

It wasn’t like you didn’t expect him to move on — it was just that you also expected yourself to have. Minho had been your first and only relationship, lasting through all of college and beyond before you’d broken up, deciding your lives were heading in different directions.

Honestly, you hadn’t been upset until the party last night. You’d accepted the breakup, growing pains were inevitable when you’d gotten together so young. But the fact that he’d moved on this quickly and you hadn’t stung.

Not to mention you were horny. Four years with Minho and then just like that, it all stopped. All you wanted was to get laid again. Unfortunately, after a disastrous drunken encounter on a dating app with a physical therapy student named Changbin, in which he’d fallen asleep before you’d even done the deed, you decided that it might have been too soon, and to take a step back.

But you were human, and if devoting your college years to studying the human psyche had taught you anything, it was that humans were needy. Very needy. For food, for shelter, for company. Which is why you were surprised at how the human race hadn’t crumbled already, given the rate of break-ups and divorces occurring these days. The problem was, that despite being needy, humans were also overthinkers.

So you’d spent a week pondering over what you were about to do, rationalizing every aspect of it in your brain - the pros, the cons, the consequences. And had almost talked yourself out of it when running into Minho tonight had been the catalyst for driving your decision the other way completely.

All you wanted was to hop onto your favorite delivery app, ready to wallow in pity over some ice cream and chips, and maybe Pride and Prejudice (2005), but then you’d seen it.

It seemed delivery apps were becoming more and more full service these days. Because right there, past the Doritos and the body wash, were sex toys.

You feel your throat go dry and eyes widen as they flash across the screen - all different sizes, shapes, and colours. There was more variety than you expected.

Immediately, you groan at yourself. More variety than you expected? Who expected to see sex toys on a delivery app anyway? The drought must finally have been getting to your brain.

Throwing your phone aside, you groan, trying to ignore the throbbing at your temple and in between your thighs. Maybe it was time to go out and find someone – maybe your self-imposed celibacy was driving you stir-crazy. It wouldn’t be so crazy to check out Minho’s Instagram, and see how he was doing…

“Get it together!” you mumble to yourself, pinching your arm. You were not going to stoop to the level of texting your ex. However, you were going to stoop to a different level entirely. You wipe your clammy palms on your thighs, picking your phone back up and clicking on a pink one quickly, immediately scrolling down to avoid dealing with the consequences of your transgression.

A few minutes later, you’ve managed to fill the cart with a dozen different snacks…and well… the other thing. It taunts you as you check out, and you focus your mind elsewhere, like the berry cheesecake ice cream you’d ordered. This was just another form of self-care, right?

You can feel the blood rushing in your ears and a bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you make the decision to hop into the shower while you waited. Sighing, you push yourself to stop being the overthinker you’d always been. Whoever was in charge of it would just put it at the door and then leave. It was none of their business, right?

Jisung really wasn’t a judgemental person. He knew people went through so much in their lives, which is why he never questioned orders with enough food for twelve people, only for one person to show up at the door. Or when someone ordered just yogurt and Tide Pods. People tended to forget things. Or they wanted to enjoy things. And who was he to stop them?

But right now, he was conflicted. He’d thought nothing of the order he’d just gotten, clicking accept on his delivery app, but then he’d done a double take when he actually saw what he’d had to pick up. Chugging along to the store on his red bicycle, he heaves for breath, trying to calm the racing in his heart.

You had to be joking right? Maybe you’d clicked it by mistake. He was more than used to his fair share of strange requests, but delivering a vibrator to someone’s doorstep was a new one. For a second, he’d thought about calling to confirm that you’d actually meant to order it, along with a mountain of snacks, but pushed the thought away immediately. That would only make things more awkward.

He wondered what could have possessed you to do something so impulsive. But then a lightbulb went off in his head. People tended to make rash decisions when they were going through a tough time — like a breakup. And suddenly, it all made sense to Jisung.

And being the empathetic person he was, his heart twinged for your sadness. You must have been really lonely. He wondered who could have broken up with you to make you so upset - from what he saw from your snack choices, you already had impeccable taste and he liked you. So he’d make sure you got your things safely.

Pulling up to the store, Jisung parks his bike away safely, the bell above the door signaling his entrance. The store clerk takes one look at him in his snapback with the app’s logo on it, and can barely hold back a smirk. Jisung feels his cheeks heat up… this wasn’t even his stuff, why was he feeling self-conscious?

“I’m uh, here for, —” he chokes out, feeling his throat close up, unable to get the words out. “Yeah.”

“Here you go,” the store clerk pushes the bag his way, unable to hold back their laughter, and Jisung feels a flash of anger go through him. Yeah, it was odd, but there was no reason to be so judgemental about it. “I hope whoever it is enjoys themselves.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do,” he blurts out, watching the clerk’s eyes widen before he realizes what he’d just said. “I-, I mean I’ll make sure they get it, you know?”

He decides it’s time to leave before he does something even more stupid, slapping his palm against his forehead while he rushes out. What was it about this specific time that had him so flustered?

Actually, he knows what it was. He’d taken one look at the pink vibrator nestled away in its packaging, and thoughts of what would happen to it after he’d left it at your door raced through him. Rubbing a hand at the back of his neck, he wipes away the sweat that collects at his nape, taking a few deep breaths before hopping back on his bike.

Looking at the map, your apartment was only a couple of blocks away. He had to get it together before then.

Shaking out your wet hair, you slip your oversized t-shirt on, pulling up your fluffy socks, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. That couldn’t be what you thought it was. You decide to wait a few minutes to see if they knock again, and sure enough, they do.

You huff, looking down at your app. You’re pretty sure you’d clicked “leave at front”. But whoever “Jisung” was, he clearly didn’t get the memo, knuckles continuing to rap at your door.

“Helloooo,” his voice calls out, laced with genuine concern. “Is anyone there?”

Filled with annoyance, you stomp over to the door, pulling it open, ready to give this guy a piece of your mind when—,

Oh. Oh.

Big, brown doe eyes look at you from the other end, glassy and filled with sparkles, and your mind immediately goes blank, forgetting what you were so upset about. You stay there, lips parted, taking in every detail of the handsome stranger currently at your door, from his longish hair that falls in his eyes underneath his snapback, to the black painted fingernails on his slender hands.

The two of you remained locked in a stare for a few moments, Jisung unable to take his eyes off you either, and that’s when it registers that you’re only wearing a t-shirt and socks. You have the urge to slam the door in his face and scream from embarrassment, but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty face.

Jisung lets out a strangled sound, somewhere in between choking and a cough, hitting his chest in order to get the words out.

“Hi, I’m here with your order,” his voice cracks when he presents the bag full of things, the pink vibrator lying right on top

Your lips remain parted in an “o”, unable to say anything, eyes flitting in between your order and the cute delivery boy at your door. Eventually, you realize you should do something. Just maybe. So he doesn’t think you’re weird.

“I, uh, thank you, uhm, Jisung was it?” you watch his eyes widen at your acknowledgement, a smile lighting up his face. And it has your heart doing backflips.

“No problem, I hope you enjoy it!” Jisung responds enthusiastically, his ears reddening when he realizes what he’d just said.

Time seems to stand still when you accept the bag, watching him zip up his backpack and put on his jacket, those black nails taunting you. For a moment you imagine what they’d feel like inside of —

“Do you wanna come inside?” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, and Jisung freezes. You swear you hear him curse underneath his breath.

This was insane. Probably the most insane thing you’d done since breaking up with Minho. But he gave you butterflies in a way that no one had for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, this was a sign from the universe to take a risk. One more time.

“Jisung,” you repeat slowly, and he finally looks up at you, checking over his shoulder to see if you’re talking to him. “Do you want to come inside?”

He shrugs his jacket off, letting his backpack slip off until it’s hanging off one shoulder before he nods, unable to take his eyes off you standing on the other side of the threshold.

“I’d love to.”

Jisung feels like he’s going to pass out, wondering if he was having an out-of-body experience. Not only did he deliver his first sex toy today, but of course it had to be to one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. None of it seemed real, as he followed you into your cosy apartment, filled with fairy lights and soft cushions.

A troublesome thought crosses his mind as he slips off his jacket and shoes, when he thinks back to how maybe you’d been going through a break-up. You inviting him in only served to strengthen that suspicion in his mind, but you’d been nothing but nice, just as shy and nervous at he’d felt. Whatever this was, Jisung was down for it, whether you just needed someone to talk to or — he thinks back to the pink vibrator.

Perhaps it was better not to get ahead of himself.

“Make yourself comfortable,” your soft voice echoes from the kitchen. He can hear you rustling around in there, putting away your things, and it makes him even more flustered. He looks around for anything to distract him from his racing mind, settling on a few photo frames of you and another guy, posing with three cats.

“I should probably take those down,” you surprise him again, coming up from behind and setting down some of the snacks you’d gotten and a few bottles of soju. “I haven’t really had anyone over here since the breakup.”

He was honestly shocked you were still on the rebound from your last relationship, given that you were — well you. If he’d known you then, heartbreak wouldn’t even have been a word in your vocabulary.

“It wasn’t horrible, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you reassure him, seeing a cute frown cross his face. “Minho was my first for a lot of things, but eventually you realize not everything is meant to last forever.”

“Is that why you, uh, you needed the things today?” Jisung chokes on sip of soju, hoping the sharp liquid can make him a little less awkward. From the way you fidget with your hair, he realizes it’s not helping at all on that front.

“Enough about me,” you take another swig, a bit of soju dribbling down your chin, and Jisung fights the urge to reach over and wipe it off. But then he’d be too close.

Jisung is a natural talker, opening up easily about himself and his life, from his own cute puppy to his friend group. Through the course of the conversation, he realizes that you’re older than him, but it doesn’t bother him. Something about the earnestness in your eyes makes him feel comfortable. It doesn’t help that you’re stunning under the dim lights, your damp skin shining and lips twisting into an adorable grin while you listen to him talk.

He wonders if he’s being a bit too forward, unable to keep his eyes off them while he goes on, but if you notice, you don’t say anything.

Half an hour later, and the distance between the two of you on the couch is completely non-existent, your thighs pressed up against Jisung’s while you giggle at his Doraemon impression.

He knows he’s probably a little tipsy, both of you are, but that doesn’t stop shock from registering when you pick up his hands, intertwining your fingers to marvel at his nail polish.

You bring them close to you, and even though he’s not touching you, he can swear he feels the thud of your heartbeat underneath your shirt.

“Do you like them?” his voice is gravelly as he asks the question, the soju making him feel like he’s floating.

“I do,” you stutter out. “They look really fucking good, I want them to, I-I mean I want some like them, shit–”

Another giggle bubbles from your lips and Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind, watching your eyes grow heavy-lidded, still clutching his hands in yours. The two of you are impossibly close now, any more and you’d be on top of him, but maybe he wants that. Maybe you want it too.

You squeak when he pulls you on top of him, the haze clearing momentarily when he feels your legs straddle him, clutching onto his shirt to avoid falling over completely. Jisung grips your thighs to hold you steady, and your stomach swims at his proximity. Looking into your eyes, he sees your pupils go dark, your throat bobbing while the two of you remain frozen, contemplating your next move.

He watches you suck in a breath, breaking eye contact to look over at the photo frames on your shelf, sadness flashing in your eyes. It stirs something within him, and he stops you midway, cupping your chin in his hands and tilting your head back towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is lower than he’s ever heard it, desire seeping into every crevice, and he sees you give a little nod before you’re leaning in, crashing your lips onto his.

Jisung stifles a groan, melting into the kiss, your soft, slightly chapped lips adding to the fire that fuels in between you. A whine escapes the back of your throat, your nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into you. He traces the inside of your mouth, pressing you down onto his thighs, shocked to find wetness leaking onto his jeans.

You pull away with a flush, realization dawning on your face. Chewing your lower lip, you give him an apologetic look.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything underneath…”

Jisung pulls you back into him, nipping at your bottom lip, before he’s pulling away again, his warm breath fanning into your neck.

“You don’t have to apologize baby,” he voice makes you shiver. “I came here for you after all.”

The two of you stumble back into your bedroom, lips clashing desperately, and you tug at the hem of Jisung’s shirt. He breaks away from your lips to allow you a small bit of focus, but it’s gone in seconds when he eyes your neck, pressing small kisses along its length, pausing to graze his teeth in a few spots.

You flutter your eyelashes against Jisung’s temple, finally grabbing hold of his shirt and slipping it over his head. You pause, taking him in, running your knuckles along his sides, and he shivers.

Jisung doesn’t even wait for you to finish undressing him, pushing you back onto your bed softly, watching the way your oversized t-shirt hikes up, exposing more and more of your body to him.

You feel your stomach fall into knots at the appreciative look in his eyes. It’d been so long since someone had looked at you like that, and you feel like you could explode from that alone. You cling onto his biceps, giving them a squeeze, and he moves quickly, pulling you flush against him so he can grab your shirt and tear it off.

Shoving you against him, he mouths at your jaw, tugging your hair so you arch up into him, grinding against the rough denim of his jeans. You collapse into a series of moans and sighs, rutting against him while Jisung continues to work you over, moving down to your neck, before he thumbs at your breasts.

The first swipe of his thumb against your nipple has you keening, throbbing with need until —

Jisung pins you in place, lifting his body slightly so you’re no longer touching. He toys with your nipple experimentally, giving it a squeeze, and you nearly sob at the contact, wanting to feel him again.

“Had to cut it off or I wouldn’t last,” he rumbles into your ear, stroking the soft skin of your stomach before he dips down in between your thighs, stroking exactly where you need him.

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise at exactly how wet you seem to be, curiously swiping up and down before he plunges a finger in.

“Jisung, please, god, I—” you’re unable to get the words out, tugging at his hair while he fucks you open, your clit throbbing. Your hands roaming underneath the waistband of his pants, pushing at them uselessly, before Jisung pauses. You watch your arousal coat his fingers while he works the button open, finally pulling them off.

Closing your eyes, you ready to finally feel him, but like everything else today, Jisung is full of surprises, kneeling until he’s face first with you, exposed and open for him. The first press of his tongue against you has you bucking up into him, and you feel him smirk, his other hand reaching to press on your neck.

Your eyes flutter, your entire focus narrowing to where Jisung sucks on your clit, and then you’re breaking, nearly flying off the sheets as your thighs clamp around his head, both of you unable to contain your moans.

Jisung looks down at you, his lips swollen and messy with you on them, and you watch him study you, flushed and fucked out underneath him.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing away the hair that’s fallen on your face. “You okay still?”

“Better than okay,” you mumble through your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It’s too soft a gesture for what this was supposed to be, but Jisung melts into it anyway, reveling in the quiet moment.

“Keep going please?” you breathe into his neck. There’s barely a moment to think before Jisung’s hands are on your ass again, pushing you up into him so he can line himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out harshly, and you dig your nails into his back.

You open up wider, letting him grab your leg and rest it on his shoulder, and his arm braces itself around your waist, lifting you up so he can find your lips again, tongue catching all the sounds that fall out of you.

His hands roam all over you, like he can’t get enough of your body. Jisung’s sweat soaked bangs are messy as he throws his head back, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, and you know he’s close.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing tight circles on your clit, until you feel yourself snap, gushing around him. “Where can I–”

Your hand rests on his jaw, rubbing small circles into it, and you’re pushing him back, watching his eyes widen in shock as you lower, taking him in between your lips. Jisung makes a strangled noise when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, twitching once before spilling into you.

The two of you fall into each other, heavy breaths mingling, and Jisung buries his head into the crook of your neck. You feel him smile against you, and your own soft smile lights up your face, the both of you falling asleep holding each other.

It must be the middle of the night before you muster up the energy to move, cleaning yourself off and changing into a comfy shirt and sweatpants. Behind you, Jisung is still dozing off, his face even softer in sleep than it was awake, and you stroke his cheek.

Feeling bad, you slip out, deciding to make him a cup of coffee. There’s a pang in your heart when you realize that he has to leave after this, that the two of you made no promises to each other. Every muscle in your body is aching as you hunch over the boiling coffee pot, begging you to ask him to stay.

From the corner of your eye, you spot the pink vibrator sitting on the counter, still in its packaging, and you chuckle, realizing you’d never got a chance to put it away.

“I hope you’re not thinking of using that without me,” you jump in shock at Jisung’s voice, turning around to see him grinning at you, hair mussed and clothes rumpled.

“Oh god, Jisung, I’m so sorry, your job, I didn’t even realize,” panic sets in as you try to make an excuse, guilt filling your chest for dragging him into your heartbreak.

“___,” he comes up to you, wrapping you in a hug from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have stayed unless I wanted to. And I wanted to.”

“Really?” you breathe out, unable to believe he’s actually saying this. “Why?”

You can’t stop your voice from cracking, the doubt creeping in again when you thought about how things had been good with Minho, and yet they hadn’t lasted, believing that someway, somehow, it was your fault. That you hadn’t been enough.

Jisung chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss onto your cheek.

“You’re so cute. I wanna be here for you, in whatever way you need. If that wasn’t evidence enough, I’m kinda into you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You feel your heart explode at his self-assuredness, finding comfort in his presence. When the morning came you knew he’d have to go, but maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself be needy again. Especially when it worked out so well the last time.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi <3

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sidekick-hero · 9 months ago

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Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, prompt "spring" | wc: 1.000 | also written for the Stranger Things writing guild prompt "new beginnings" to celebrate @pearynice's birthday 💜| tags: second chances, blind date, exes to lovers, modern au

Eddie often wonders why he can't say no to Chrissy. It's become as much a part of his life as his love for Metallica or his ambidexterity. Whenever Chrissy insists, "You can't stay home every night and mope, Eddie. It's time to get out there and meet new people. You should start dating again, Eddie. New city, new opportunities." he tries to reason with her. He explains that he's not moping, for heaven's sake, and that he's meeting lots of people through his guitar lessons. He insists that he's content to be single. But Chrissy is relentless, wearing him down until he finds himself clad in black jeans and a burgundy button-down he never knew he owned, heading to his favorite bar to meet the mysterious blind date Chrissy has arranged for him.

Chrissy hasn't provided much information about the guy, just that he's about Eddie's height, athletic, and apparently very handsome and 'dreamy' - whatever that means. Eddie isn't convinced that this is his usual type, nor is he sure that he fits the bill for what this guy might be looking for. But Chrissy has a point; it's been over five years since Eddie's last serious relationship, and none of the guys he's dated since have been anything more than casual flings. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to try something different.

Since moving to New York eight months ago - first as Chrissy's roommate, then as her friend - Eddie has been searching for a sense of purpose. Los Angeles had lost its allure; too superficial, too jaded, too artificial. The only real connection he had there was Steve, who left the city and Eddie years ago, leaving Eddie adrift. Eventually, Eddie came to terms with the unlikelihood of his rockstar dreams and decided it was time to face reality.

Hence his move to New York in search of a fresh start. And maybe, just maybe, a chance at a lasting relationship - one that can mend the Steve-shaped hole in his heart.

It's hope more than anything that brings Eddie to the Hideout to meet his blind date on a warm spring night in late May. According to Chrissy, the guy would stand out with his overly preppy attire - a stark contrast to the Hideout's dive bar atmosphere.

The bar is bustling, as usual for a Saturday night. As Chrissy predicted, Eddie spots his date almost immediately - not because of his outfit, but because of the familiar figure perched on a barstool, nursing a beer.

It's Steve Harrington sitting across from Eddie, every bit as captivating and alluring as the day they first met seven years ago, when they were both waiting tables in Los Angeles.

The moment Steve spots him is unmistakable and his wide eyes convey that Steve, too, had no idea that Eddie would be his blind date - a twist of fate that brings them together again after so many years and miles apart.

"Steve," Eddie croaks, his throat dry and his heart racing as he approaches. "I had no clue, I swear. If I'd known Chris was setting me up with you, I would've warned her that you'd probably never want to see me again. Been there, done that, right?" He chuckles nervously, realizing he's on the verge of putting his foot in his mouth - his usual tendency. "God, I'm so sorry, really."

Steve continues to stare at him, blinking as if trying to make sense of the situation. Slowly, like shifting tectonic plates, he returns to the present, acknowledging the awkwardness of being set up on a blind date with his ex.

His voice, slightly breathless, finally breaks the silence, accompanied by a faint smile. "Well, you didn't ramble quite as much on our last first date."

Eddie can't suppress the laughter that bubbles up from within him, recalling fondly their first first date. "I have no idea how I pulled that off, to be honest. I was so nervous, I thought I was going to puke."

Steve's laughter fills the air, drawing a grin from Eddie. "Yeah, you looked even paler than usual, and the bar for that was actually pretty low."

"Oi, just so you know, it's called alabaster skin and it's considered very sexy."

Steve lets his eyes roam over Eddie's slender form in a way that still manages to fluster him, heat creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks.

"Sure," he agrees easily after a moment's pause. Then, meeting Eddie's eyes, Steve continues, his tone serious. "Listen, I had no idea you'd be my blind date, but now that we're both here... maybe we can catch up? It's been a while, and truth is, I miss you. I've been thinking a lot about you, about us. I know we broke up for a reason, but I feel like... maybe we could've tried harder, y'know? I could've tried harder."

That's so Steve, Eddie thinks, feeling a pang in his chest. He's never met anyone who wears his heart on his sleeve the way Steve does.

Pulling a five-dollar bill from his pocket, Eddie places it on the bar before reaching out to Steve. "Wanna get out of here? Take a walk and talk?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do," Steve replies, intertwining their hands as they leave the bar and step out into the warm, spring-scented night air.

They find themselves in a nearby diner, where they spend the night talking - about their past, their present, and, tentatively, their future. They only part as the sun begins to rise, a soft kiss goodbye all they allow themselves to end this magical night.

A kiss and a confession.

"I'm so glad we got a second chance, Eddie," Steve whispers, voice full of sincerity. "I don't want to start it off with a lie.A friend stood me up; that's why I was at the bar. Not as your date."

Spring, with its promise of new beginnings, has never smelled sweeter, Eddie thinks as he kisses Steve again with a grin on his face.

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #my writing

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biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer · 8 months ago

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Geo relationship headcannons please? 😓😓🤲

Reverence (Geo x MC/Reader - Relationship HCs)

For @Anonymous and @ordinary-weeb135 ! Hope you both enjoy! (“⌒∇⌒”) - Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer A/N: Considering the fact Geo is asexual and is horny 0% of the time, I don't think I can incorporate NSFW content with him without it becoming OOC. Therefore, I will not, at least for him. Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless. :]]]

Reverence: deep respect for someone or something.

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This mf thought you were being saucy when you first asked him out. After all; he gets reminded of his worth(lessness) enough, he doesn't need you, anyone but you, to be mocking him.

You did call him Geode when you confessed, obviously he'd be extremely a bit paranoid.

Well, till he realised you were being serious. Then he panicked because intimacy scares him (honestly such a mood)

But now that you've been together for a long time, he slowly cracks open (like a geode), bit by bit; and you, like the vulture you are, scoop up the nuggets of information he leaks, no matter how seemingly insignificant they may be.

But, alas, whatever knowledge you have on him is a sliver compared to what he knows about you.

This mf knows everything. He will find out every little detail about you, he wants to be as informed as possible, after all.

Overprotective. Stal- follows you if you've left the home to go somewhere, doesn't matter where, this man is paranoid.

Will demand to know where you're going anyway, will confront you if even the smallest of details don't line up. It's his way of ensuring you're okay. And that you can and will tell him everything about where you're going, planning to go to, etc.

If you're a homebody however, he's content; all it means you're with him, safe nearby, away from harm.

But even the almighty Geode needs time to himself, so if you're someone who doesn't like long periods of solitude, he'll simply make you snacks, a pillow fort and then calmly tell you to stay away from him for the next few hours.

You're used to it, and you understand that he needs time to rejuvenate himself after having classes the whole day, and needing to socialise with Deryl. Ugh.

Don't be surprised if your favourite fruit magically appears, cut up into cute shapes, somewhere in your room.

It totally wasn't him.

Would be happily surprised if you want to have what you call a 'bonsai baby' (he was stoically mortified the first time he heard that), but you and him did end up getting a Japanese bonsai tree. (You refer to it as the BB gun, to which Geo rolls his eyes)

Speaking of actual children, Geo doesn't want them. He hates them, for that matter.

Also hates intimacy...well, according to himself.

Likes headpats though (will never admit this, but he loves being praised as well)

His emotional walls are so high and so thick that even he doesn't know how to let you in, but it's okay. You'll figure out a way eventually.

Doesn't get aroused in general, so if you're a horny little shit, he'll just poof out of existence. Doesn't know what to do, so he just fucks off, does something else, and hopes the lack of physical touch isn't a massive dealbreaker for you.

Will be jealous though. A scarily enormous amount.

Is willing to fight until the grave to ensure you remain as his.

Will only hug you after a long time, and when you do, best thing ever. His torso is so comfortable you want to cry, his hair being loose around his shoulders (smells like Persian lilacs), and him holding you. You almost want to cry from joy.

Your first kiss will take even longer, and it'll probably be when you're asleep, a small peck, so you don't wake up.

Will blare opera music around your residence and vibe. Sometimes will sing along quietly, (you love his voice, he's so majestic)

Expert at applying makeup, will start doing it for you when you have date nights. Mf should be an artist with how skilled he is.

Also an expert in haircare, will probably silently brush through it nightly to keep it untangled until the morn

Grows plants in a small garden. Loves those plants

Is not expressive when it comes to emotions or affirmations, I see him as someone who is more Quality Time and Acts of Service-esqe. He likes to sit with you and simply relish in the fact you're both alive, content and safe. Together

Part of, no all of him holds you in the highest of regards imaginable, no matter how cold he may seem, he loves you in his own way

In short, Geo Oogami may not be the most affectionate, loving or emotional guy, but he makes up for it through all the aforementioned reasons, and that's more than enough for you.

He honours you in the way a devout acolyte would honour a god, or a soldier an emperor. You are revered by him.

And you always will be.

#geo subaru oogami #geo oogami #tkatb vn #tkatb #the kid at the back #reminder that geo is superior #tkatb geo #tkatb x reader #i was exhausted when i wrote this teehee #but uh yeah #hope yall enjoy #:DD

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year ago

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YESSSS PLSSSS l x reader smut 🙏 maybe they work together or smth and it gets a little frisky??

Admittedly, I don't know the logistics of being a detective outside of Death Note and crime documentaries, and I can't picture my self in that occupation. However, I like thinking of the idea of L and the reader sitting alongside in each other's company while he works on his cases via his computer, and the reader working on something else such as college homework. So I'll work with that ;).

Distraction

Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings: Heteronormative sex and relationship, L uses pet names like "my love" and "darling," desk sex, established relationship, reader is neurodivergent-coded, reader is a college student, reader is heavier than L, nipple/breast play, L uses clinical terms during sex, oral (fem-receiving), unprotected sex

L could not for the life of him keep his eyes off of you.

He was slightly confused, considering that today wasn't different from any other day. You sat next to him on your computer, doing work for your classes, and he worked on his cases, at least anything that wouldn't expose too much information around you.

Maybe it was that ridiculous wet dream he had of you last night. L doesn't sleep nearly as much as others. Not only did he see it as a wedge in his schedule, but his dreams sometimes distracted him because of his analytical perspective on everything. Sometimes he dreamt of his parents, sometimes about the cruelty of his job, and other times...you.

You weren't helping the situation. Of course you had to choose to wear a very form fitting outfit today. L almost had an issue with how revealing your outfit was, but he knew he shouldn't dictate things like that. But if anyone else looked at you the way he was right now, he wouldn't be happy.

Your shirt practically hugged your torso, giving L a perfect view of the shape of your breasts. Your shorts were also, indeed, short, showing off your gorgeous thighs and their beautiful complexion.

It wasn't only your body, though. L wasn't that shallow. It was also the cutest expression you made while you focused on your homework. How you'd scrunch your face when you didn't quite understand something. Your hair fell in your face and you'd tuck it behind to see your notes better, but then it would just fall back in your face. Even the way you sipped on your drink was turning him on. He felt animalistic.

L wasn't the type to get lost in temptation like this. Sure he indulged in any sweets he wished without the consideration of the toll it would take on his body. And yes, he'd take some almost impulsive, bold decisions when he was determined to take a step further in an investigation. Perhaps he was someone who was swayed by temptation, now that he thought about it.

"L?"

Oh god. Now your voice.

"What is it, love?"

The most insignificant terms of endearment always made you blush or giggle. And it was adorable to him.

"I..um..I'm having a bit of trouble with this part of my homework. Would it..? I don't mean to pry for answers, but-"

"No need to apologize. What is it you're confused about?"

L took this opportunity to move his rolling chair directly next to yours. He leaned over your shoulder, peaking at the laptop in front of you. Lucky for him, he now had a wonderful view of your breasts.

You perked up at his close proximity, and L could've sworn he saw you squirm a bit.

"I'm having trouble with using Excel for the Goodness-of-fit test (you were taking a Statistics class). I checked my data and it's all correct so I'm really confused why my answers aren't coming out right."

L took a look at your screen and in a matter of two seconds knew what was wrong, "You have to round up your expected values to the closest whole integer. It should come out right if you do that."

You smiled beamingly and returned with a, "thank you."

"Of course, darling." L leaned in to kiss your cheek, eliciting a bright smile and blush. You were avoiding eye contact with him, but he knew that was your signal of enjoying his affection. L noticed early on that you were easily charmed by displays of affection, whether that be words of endearment or physical affection. L was not one for touching anyone before you. He had begun to learn how touch-starved he also was when you two had begun your relationship.

The look on your face and your body language was enough to make him hard. Your reactions are what got him the most.

L brought his hand to stroke your hair around your neck gently, making you tingle under his touch.

"Do you have anything else planned for the day?"

"Not really. This is the last bit of homework I have for the day. I don't know what I want to do after that."

"Mm.." L leaned closer, and wrapped his arms around your waist (as much as he could manage with you being in a chair).

You laughed playfully yet again but leaned into his touch. L took it upon himself to make a move, having an inclination that you wanted him to be more affectionate with you. He gently kisses the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and a delightful hum from you.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" L teases.

You laugh and blush at his compliment, "You must be lying."

"Not at all. The truth is, you're gorgeous. I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes off of you today because of your beauty and charm."

"I noticed."

Of course you did. You were an observant person, which is something L admired about you. Though maybe it wasn't too hard to tell, for he hadn't necessarily been sneaky with his glances at you.

"Does it make you nervous when I look at you like this?" L probes.

"No. Well, I feel a little embarrassed, but I'm not uncomfortable by you."

"There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm merely admiring how adorable you are. I don't want you to feel self conscious."

But deep down, L found your shyness cute and he often took advantage of it. L begins trailing soft kisses along your neck as he held you.

"Mmfmm."

Your voice was going to drive him crazy. If you two weren't in separate chairs right now, you would be able to feel L's prominent erection through his pants. L moves his hands from your waist to the sides of your arms, touching them in a feather-like motion in an attempt to make you feel just as aroused as he is. You sigh desperately at his loving affection.

"You're distracting me from my homework..," you say playfully.

"Good. You've been distracting me all day," L retorts.

An instinctive breathy laugh comes out from you but quickly turns into a pleasured yearn. L takes this as an invitation to turn your chair around.

"Sit in my lap."

"Um..."

"I don't want to hear the excuse that you're too heavy. I insist."

L's look of lust and need makes it apparent that he's aching for this. You oblige his request and rest yourself on his lap, trying not to put your whole weight down. L places his hands on your hips, though, and pulls you down. You underestimated his strength sometimes, because of how light he is.

L initiates a deep, romantic, and passionate kiss. His lips embrace yours tenderly, yet full of yearning. You grind your hips along his crotch, feeling his very obvious boner, which causes a spike of arousal in your pussy.

The kisses between the two of you quickly become much more heated. L slips his tongue to search for an entrance, and you allow him to explore yours as he gropes your breasts, though not too rough. L was a very meticulous lover and not very aggressive. No one would've been able to tell that he's a very tender, sweet, and loving boy. He only let you see that side of him.

He tweaks your left nipple through your shirt, causing a surprisingly powerful response from you. Sounds of pleasure exit your mouth and you hold onto your boyfriend close for comfort. He continues to run his thumb along your sensitive bud, and makes sure to begin to give the other just as much attention.

"Aaahh~"

"Hmm..does this feel good, my love?"

"Y-yes.." you whine.

L continues his treatment as he kisses you. He then removes his hands, which makes you somewhat disappointed, but he proceeds to pull your shirt over your head. He looks at you unapologetically and is unable to help raising his pointer finger to his lip as he gandered at you. You were so beautiful, so perfect for him. Just for him.

His face was dusted a light pink, evident that he was aroused. Though, the continuously growing and grinding of his boner made that much more obvious. L continues to care for your tits, leaning in to suck on your right nipple as he played with your left with his finger. The reactions you gave him was enough to make him go absolutely mad.

You gasp and moan, a bit embarrassed by his fixation on your chest, though it wasn't exactly a bother. It felt very good, as you were quite sensitive there.

You tug at the back of L's shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. He removes his latch on your breasts and allows you to take it off. He shuddered a bit at the cold air against his bare skin, but when you press your own nude torso against his, he feels a sense of warmth and comfort.

The kisses continue, and you begin rocking your pussy on L's groin, causing a grunt to exhale from his mouth. Your crotch moves directly up his shaft from what you can tell through the fabric, and L's hold on you tightens. You lower your head to kiss the nape of his neck, teasing up to the most sensitive spot that you're aware of.

"Ah..Y/N...."

"Mmm," you hum against the kiss on his neck as you simultaneously tease his bulge.

"Y/N..it hurts.."

You look up, scared that you did something wrong.

"What does?"

"My..my penis. It aches, I want it out." L sounds entirely desperate at this point, as his words are becoming jumbled. It made you so horny that you were allowed the privilege of observing him in this manner.

You raise yourself from his lap, which draws out a whine from L, that indicates his need for you. You lower yourself down on your knees in front of him. You realize that the chair he is in is too tall for you to do anything, so you crank the setting so that the chair lowers. When it does you unbutton L's pants and drag them off of him. All that remained was his underwear, that had a wet spot forming along the tip of his cock. It looked so tight around his boxers that you were sure it was somehow painful.

Wrapping your fingers around the hem of his underwear, you pull them down and watch as his cock springs out. It was a little funny, but you held back the laugh in case it made him insecure. You take his pretty cock in your hands and begin stroking it.

"Aah..love.."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes..but, please, I...I need you."

"Hm?"

"I know what you want to do to me but...I need you. To be inside of you. If you do that, I'll cum too fast and won't be able to penetrate you later."

"I thought I'd help you out with my mouth."

"I know, darling, but I can't wait."

You smile, flattered by his desire for you. You supposed a blowjob would have to wait for another time. Standing up, you leaned closer to kiss him again, and he practically pulled you into his embrace. While he cups your face with one hand, he finds his way to the button of your shorts with only his one hand. He was skilled like that. L pulls your shorts down your legs and is taken aback by how wet you were. He couldn't bare to not touch you.

His diligent fingers grazed your pussy, teasing it in a back-and-forth manner, causing you to whimper. He circled two fingers around your clit lightly, drawing the most pretty sounds from you. His cock was leaking from how seductive you were. Arching your back for him, pushing your pussy into his touch to encourage him to be rougher. He then stands up to place you on top of his desk, and he knelt before you.

L passionately places kisses along your inner thighs and proceeds to the outer labia of your pussy, neglecting your starving clitoris.

"L...please.."

"What's that, love?"

"Please..my.."

"Your what?"

URG. He was such a tease, and he most certainly did it on purpose.

"Please, my clit," you whine desperately.

"Of course, love. Who am I to deny you of that?"

Then, just as you had wanted, L wraps his tongue and lips around your clitoris and sucks it with eagerness. He was so perfect at what he did. L knew all of your sensitive spots, and how to touch you in such a way that makes you absolutely crazy. Your clit continues to be pulled by L's skilled lips, and he proceeds to flick his tongue up and down it.

"AaAH!"

"That's it baby, make all the sounds you need to."

L attacks your clit with his mouth some more, and his gentle demeanor dissolves as he doesn't hesitate to bring you to complete ecstasy. He was determined to make you cum all over his face. His sucks and licks become aggressive, almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. You weren't going to last much longer.

"L-I'm.."

"I know, love. You can do it for me, I know you can."

"MMfmH! Aaa~" and in a matter of 3 seconds, you clit spasms and slick fluid gushes out of your pussy, drenching L's face in your cum. Both of your breaths are heavy, and L briefly observes your pussy twitching. He reaches over to his pants and wipes your arousal off of his face.

L hovers above you, looking you in the eyes, to which you avert your gaze. It isn't that you didn't love looking at him, you were just bad with eye contact. He gently tilts your face to look at him, not so much as to force you to look at him, but because he wanted to see your facial expressions.

"I want you, Y/N..I want to fuck you so bad."

"You can. I want you to.."

He kisses the side of your neck and grabs your thighs to lift your legs, giving him full access to your pussy. He lines himself up to your entrance and sinks himself inside. The both of you are immediately struck with pleasure at the contact.

L thrusts at a moderate pace, making sure he figures out the perfect angle to hit your g-spot. It doesn't take him long at all, as you are moaning in complete pleasure, causing him to become entirely engrossed in arousal. L can't help but to quicken his pace, fucking you passionately as he kisses you. He watches your face intently, discerning what makes you quiver the most, but also just for his own personal amusement.

Seeing you like this. Completely cocksick for him and needy. Your warm, wet, soft, and tight walls drive him beyond enjoyment. Your face as he thrusts in you perfectly, the way you furrow your eyebrows and part your lips is so alluring and beautiful. It makes him addicted to you.

"I love you.." L mumbles.

You grip your arms around his shoulders and allow him to thrust deeper. "I love you too."

L holds you tight, fucking you carnally. Right now, he needs to cum inside of you, to claim you as his own lover. No one else but him can feel how gooey you are and see how vulnerable you become from his attention.

Your tight walls clench and he knows that he's not going to last much longer. He can feel the initiation of an orgasm coming, and he buries his face into your neck.

"Y/N...I'm going to cum.."

"Cum in me.."

You didn't have to tell him twice. With a few more fast thrusts, L finishes by bucking inside of you and cumming deep in you. Surely his seed was entering your womb. It's a good thing you're on birth control.

"Awh..darling, you're.."L's breath is heavy, "you're perfect. I love you so much."

"I love you..I love you more than I could ever tell you."

"Is that so?" L teases.

"Yes," you giggle.

"Hm..well, perhaps we should clean up. I'm sure Watari isn't going to want to take care of all of this."

"Yea, haha. You're right."

L kisses your forehead tenderly, and you both get dressed and clean up the mess you two made.

Lucky for L, he got just what he wanted.

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nostxlgicrose · 2 years ago

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☆ Star-Shaped Seelie ☆

Genshin Impact Ensemble x Child!Seelie!Reader

Synopsis: You decide to do some experimenting without your family watching. Your little experiments catch some attention, though.

Note: here we go guys, we going straight into it 🏋🏼 oh and by the way, if you want to be added to a taglist for this series, lmk in the asks or through my inbox!! 🫶

Warnings: affection-deprived reader, child reader, seelie reader, PLATONIC relationships, hilichurls, maybe possibly ooc

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Chapter 3: Flowers Are Underrated

"Where's Mister Goblin?"

The next few days were a blur as your hilichurl family packed up and began moving away from their home camp. Considering what you had overheard last night, you weren’t surprised to see that you were all on your merry way to a whole other area. You were now camping in a more open field, away from the strange temple…thing.

One morning, though, you were a bit shocked to find that your family of hilichurls had halved in number completely. You noticed Mister Goblin was one of them...even their supplies were considerably shortened compared to last night.

You quickly found out that your sudden move was linked to the visit from that icy abyss mage. You thought the big, scary lawachurl was the leader of all of them. Apparently some tiny bird-looking creature was scarier than him, funnily enough.

You also figured out that Mister Goblin was out in a party of other hilichurls to do something. Maybe they were hunting, or doing a thing the big, scary abyss mage was telling it to do! These were all just guesses, but you supposed you’d see him later today.

But the abyss was no matter to laugh about. Their aura was imposing and dark...just being in their presence was enough to send shivers down your spine. You had a strong feeling that meeting them would cause problems.

"Okay, time to be a big kid now..." You huffed to yourself in determination.

With your hilichurl mask still strapped to your head, you decided to sneak off towards the stone arch you had come from. Your plan was to continue trying to shift between your two forms, and you thought doing it next to the structure would help. Informing the hilichurls of your leave would cause at least one of them to follow you (you never left without company), and you didn't want them finding out about your other form...yet. You still had to be the magical superhero with a secret identity!

That wasn't the only reason, though.

With every passing moment in this world, you felt...different. Thinking upon your past would cause your thoughts to become clouded, as if your brain was trying to hide it from you.

An example was what had happened the day you arrived. When you arrived through the arch, you went to sleep with a fired-up will to go back and bring your cousins in this new world to play. That was always your reaction to new things—you'd want to share them with the two who you saw as siblings you never had.

But when you woke up the next morning, that spark had disappeared. Your first thoughts consisted of how to adjust to this new world, and you only remembered your need to see your cousins later in the day.

Perhaps it was no longer a need anymore, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Scared? Confused that your tiny brain was making you forget things?

Even now, you could feel something clawing at your head. Just thinking about it now was already starting to make your head hurt. Your mind was constantly racing with thoughts and questions, but it also felt like it was trying to erase certain things.

And maybe it succeeded, because you couldn't even remember what you were trying to think of earlier.

You floated next to the arch, examining the structure with a squint. You floated through it—nothing. It was just some ruined arch. Just strolling on through didn't take you back home.

You should've been scared. Upset, even. But you weren't. You weren't sure if it just wasn't hitting you yet that you were stuck here, or if you didn't care.

Or maybe you just couldn't remember why you should be terrified.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts as you looked around. No one was there—you were free to test things out now!

"Day two...operation un-jellify is underway!" You called out confidently, though your words, as per usual, came out in squeaks and chirps. That didn't deter you, though, as you pumped your tiny jelly fists into the air. "...Maybe I shoulda made a plan first."

Nevertheless, you looked around the area for ideas. You tried spinning around, doing tricks in the air...you twirled around you physically couldn't continue, leaving your vision spinning for three minutes straight. You even tried screaming—

Nothing.

You groaned, flopping onto the grass tiredly. You've been trying for so long! Nothing was working, and it's been hours since you've started!

(It's only been five minutes.)

You quickly dragged yourself off the ground, not only because you were ready to try again, but you didn't want something to step on you. Yeah, you were flopped on the ground once before, only for the babychurls to accidentally trample over you as they ran by chasing a crystalfly. Not a great experience.

"I just wanna be a person again!" You teared up, punching your tiny fists against the stone arch despite it doing nothing to the surface. It's not like you were trying to break it, but still...it made your mood a lot worse as you had the sudden urge to see something break at your hands.

Were you being a little overdramatic? Yes, but you were far too upset to care at that point.

“Okay, I gotta focus!” You declared to yourself, trying to push away your frustrations. “You can do this…maybe.”

Clearly, trying to change your form by thoughts alone wasn’t enough. You’ve thought of becoming human multiple times during your stay, and that didn’t change you back. Screaming out transformation words didn’t seem to help either. What else could it have been?

Maybe there was something you needed to…interact with? A magical object?

You looked around the area, floating aimlessly around. You began to drift from the stone arch, and found yourself back at your original home camp near the large temple.

“What a big scary house,” You muttered as you looked up at the stone building, which was glowing an intimidating red. “Wonder who would live in here.”

But the doors wouldn’t budge. You decided to lay off the scary building and explore elsewhere, but there wasn’t really much to see in these ruins.

“Ughhh.” You found yourself floating aimlessly in the air, groaning in frustration. “Maybe I can’t do anything. Am I stuck as a tiny yellow jelly rabbit forever??”

The thought was terrifying. You liked your hands! The ones with five fingers! Your legs were nice to have, too. You just wanted to be able to talk, or something…! You flopped your body onto a nearby stone sculpture, resisting the urge to have a breakdown.

‘Huh, what a weird stone thingy,’ You mused as you wriggled inside the structure, fitting very snugly into the open top. ‘What a comfy space. Maybe I should ask Mister Goblin to bring this back to—‘

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something shift. Your eyes shot open as you realized that you were no longer feeling the cool, smooth surface of the stone, but rather, you were practically ejected from the comfy statue.

“Hey! That’s not very nice!” You scolded the statue with a frown, only to freeze in realization.

You could…hear yourself talking. Not the strange squeals and babbling, but your voice.

"I-It worked?” You raised your hands up in front of your face, flexing your fingers as you almost cried at the sight. “It worked! I dunno how it happened, but I’m not a jelly anymore!”

You were so excited, that you grabbed ahold of the random boy who appeared out of nowhere’s shoulders and shook him eagerly without thinking straight. "Mister Strange Guy, it worked!!!" You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that you were truly not stuck as a rabbit jelly like you thought.

Wait…there was a stranger?

“WAHHH!” You screamed, jumping back in fright as you hid behind the stone statue. Now that you looked at it, it was pretty small. “Stranger danger…”

The strange boy's wide red eyes stared down at you, blinking curiously. But there was also a bit of concern in them. "...Um…hello. Razor was told there was…a falling star. From the sky."

A falling star? Well, whatever it was, you definitely wanted to see it! Or…maybe he was referring to you. Did he see you try to plunge like a meteor down to the ground earlier? Whoops.

"Oh..." You smiled nervously, trying to think of an excuse. It didn't help that you were trying to get used to talking again, after days of talking to yourself due to the language barrier. And on top of that, you were just realizing that there were indeed other humans here in this world. "Ehm...I don’t know what you’re talking about! No falling stars. That sounds really cool though!"

Maybe you were just really lucky today, because he bought it and nodded slowly in understanding. The boy—Razor, you recalled, then tilted his head to the side. His messy gray hair fell across his face, and you idly wondered how it’d be like to brush through it. If you looked closely, you could probably see a question mark appear above his head. "...Oh. I see. But…why are you here?”

Scratching your cheek, you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “I just wanted to explore…and…I was looking for a place to sleep. Yes.”

“Out here?” The boy looked concerned as he looked at you. “Not safe…for little child. I will help.”

"Heyy, I can—wait, help? You mean help me??"

"Yes," He nodded slowly. "I have iron claws and teeth of thunder. I protect you."

You gasped, looking at him with stars in your eyes. "Iron claws and teeth of thunder?! So cool! But I don't need protecting, Mister Razor. I can take care of myself very well!"

As if on cue, a small hydro slime popped out of the ground. You shrieked, practically crawling over the boy's shoulder to hide behind him. "I-It's a water jelly!"

The boy watched in confusion as he looked over his shoulder, seeing you look back up at him with comical tears streaming down your face. He patted your head reassuringly before turning to the slime, where he merely gazed at with an electrifying glare.

...And then he stabbed the slime with his claymore—wait, where did he pull that out from?

"Oh." You stared blankly at where the slime once stood, before looking up at the boy. "Umm...I was just...testing you. Yes. A test."

Instead of seeing right through you like you anticipated, Razor stared at you expectantly. You swore you also saw a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. "...Did Razor pass?"

Your nervous expression melted into a grin, giggling as you patted his shoulder. "Yes, Mister Razor! You did!"

A pleased smile appeared on his face as he looked accomplished. He didn't say anything, but his aura seemed a lot happier now. He was like a cute little puppy who had just gotten a treat.

"Well, thank you for saving me, Mister Razor!" You hummed, before turning around and beginning to march off. "But I gotta go now! See ya!"

"Wait!" The boy called out, quickly running to stand in front of you as his lips were curled into a frown. "Stay. Cannot...protect yourself."

You spluttered, huffing as you crossed your arms. "But I...oh."

Right...the slimes. You didn't want to deal with those terrifying jelly things that were almost half the size of you. And with all things considered, you really didn't know what else lurked out there. Your hilichurl family was very insistent on keeping you where they could see you, which wasn't exactly a big range.

Though reluctant, you decided it was best to stay with him for now as you sighed with a nod. "Okay, fine. I'll stay with Mister Razor, but I have to go home before it gets dark!"

The boy perks up, before nodding in agreement. "Okay."

"Good!" You clapped your hands together, before placing them on your hips. "Alright, Mister Razor, guess we're friends now! And since we're friends—oh! My name is [y/n]!" You introduced yourself quickly.

"[y/n]," He hummed, before placing a hand on his chest. "I am Razor. The wolves are my Lupical. My family."

As you two began to walk towards the forest—Wolvendom, you learned it was called—you looked curious at his revelation as you'd never heard of such a thing before. "Really? You're related to wolves!?"

"Yes," He smiled. "They raised me. We live together."

"Woah. So cool!" You looked up at him excitedly, clasping your hands together. "Can I meet your family? I wanna see!"

“You…want to meet my Lupical?” He tilted his head to the side, a look of surprise appearing on his scarred face.

“Mhm! Pleaseee?”

You thought he’d shut down the idea as fast as it came, but instead, he considered the request thoughtfully. “My family is out. To hunt. When Lupical gets back, you can…say hello.”

‘Well, it wasn’t a no…’ You thought to yourself as you beamed, nodding. “Okay!”

With a pep in your step, you walked ahead as you became distracted by…various things. You stumbled upon a cool-looking blue flower, while Razor watched as you picked some up, and then…put it in your mouth?

Did you eat these sorts of things? He’s tried eating them before, too. He didn’t like it. He wondered if you did.

In reality, you were just trying to see if you would be able to absorb the little blue flower in your current form. You held it to your stomach, but it didn’t seem to work. So you thought, maybe the next best thing would be to eat it.

The flower had a tinge of sweetness to it as you munched down. It was only a bit though, so there was nothing special about it. As soon as you swallowed it, you sat there for a moment. Then another.

And then you felt it. The burst of energy that tickled your stomach after it went down, just like how it’d feel when you absorbed something. It must mean something, you were sure, but you just…didn’t know what exactly it was.

“I should eat all the pretty plants.”

You joined Razor back on the trail, but now you were practically eating anything you saw in sight. Whether it be another one of those blue flowers, or the tall mint leaves, or even those yellow sweet flowers you remembered from before (those were your favourites), you ate them all.

Razor was amazed to see you run around, stuffing your face like the forest was a whole buffet. Did children like eating plants? He mostly ate meat, but he did have the occasional vegetable (ahem, potatoes). Still…he knew most kids turned their noses at the sight of them.

Another thing he noticed about you was that you were glowing. Not so much that it was noticeable, but it was there. Faint. Maybe it was because it was bright outside? You seemed really shiny to him.

He also noticed the little rabbit ears above your head. They felt like jelly when he touched them. When he first saw you, he thought you were a bunny. You didn’t exactly smell like one though, so he ruled that out.

Then again, you didn’t smell like anything. You didn’t smell like an animal, but you didn’t smell like a human either. The only thing he really smelled on you was the wildflowers you were shoving in your mouth like it was your last day on Teyvat.

The rest of the walk was uneventful. The boy was rather quiet in nature, finding trouble in speaking due to his isolation from socialization. He tended to stick with his wolf family because of this, as being around others forced him to speak more than he was comfortable with.

This tiny, glowing child in front of him didn’t seem to mind that, though.

You were talkative in nature, he picked up on that when you babbled on and on about achieving something from sleeping (he still didn’t understand why). But he noticed your constant conversation was more so you ranting on and on about the most random things, without prompting him to answer any of them.

Of course, you did ask him a few questions…like the names of certain flowers, or about his Lupical. But it didn’t go any farther than that. He didn’t feel like he was being interrogated. You seemed to be content with him listening along to your mindless chatter.

He appreciated it. Whether it was intentional or not.

“Razorrr,” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as he tilted his head at you. “Where are we going? We’ve been walking around in circles.”

“Oh.” He stops in his tracks, looking around. It seemed he got distracted. “...Sorry.”

You only smiled, patting his arm reassuringly as you looked up at him. “It’s okay, Mister Razor. Hey, I have an idea! Let’s play hide-and-seek! I hide, and you seek!”

He raises an eyebrow, frowning slightly. “...Hide-and-seek?”

“Gasp…Mister Razor, don’t tell me you’ve never played hide-and-seek before!” Your hand flew to your open mouth in shock, before shaking your head. “That’s not good! That means we absolutely have to play now!”

Despite his confusion, you walked him through the game step by step. It wasn’t that hard anyways, given the simplicity of the game’s objective, but you were unsure if he’d understand it. Mostly because you tend to ramble when you explain things, overdoing it and making it a lot more complicated than it really is.

But to your surprise, he nodded in understanding once you finished. “Okay. Razor understands.”

“Good!” You clapped happily. Well, if he got it, who were you to question it? “Now, count to ten…really slowly! Don’t peekkk,” You reminded him as he closed his eyes, and you immediately ran off to look for a hiding spot.

You knew not to run too far. You didn’t want to get lost, but you also just didn’t want to make it too difficult for your new friend’s first game.

As you looked around for a hiding spot, you looked up at one of the trees. Eyeing the indents in the tree, you wondered if you could…

Turning back to look at Razor, you saw that he was covering his eyes in the distance. You then looked back up at the tree, before launching yourself at the trunk.

With little time to spare, you did your best to climb yourself up onto the tree, where you settled on the lower branches comfortably with your back pressed up against the trunk. You got comfortable before looking down, holding back your giggles so you wouldn’t give away your location.

Suddenly, you heard rustling down below. The boy was running around, and you had to stop yourself from making any sounds as you watched him turn over a rock as if you were underneath it. You did notice that his nose was twitching a bit, as if he were trying to sniff you out. Which did make sense, but hey! Wasn’t that cheating?

Nevertheless, you kept quiet. He didn’t look like he was onto you, and you watched him pass by beneath you multiple times. There wasn’t any way that you’d—

“Found you!” You screamed when you heard a voice from behind, and your physical reaction almost made you fall straight out of the tree. Panic flashed onto Razor’s face for a brief moment, as his hand shot out to catch you by the poncho instinctively. “...You okay?”

“...Yep,” You held a thumbs up, before your smile melted into a pout. “But hey, you found me! Was it too easy?”

The boy smiled, nodding in confirmation. He was really just following your scent. He just got a little confused for a second, thinking you were on the ground. He just had to look up and see the faint glow from above.

“Aw, man. Guess I gotta find a better hiding spot!” You huffed, before poking the boy’s cheek gently. “Alright, Mister Razor! It’s your turn to hide!”

Razor’s eyes sparkled as he nodded eagerly, and the moment you blinked, he disappeared from sight. He seemed rather excited… “Wowie! That was fast! He must be super good at tag….”

You should definitely teach him more games later. Then you’d be able to play together! It’s been way too long since you’ve interacted with someone…in your human form, no less. You were excited.

After ten excruciatingly long seconds (it was only fair you gave him some time…you may have peeped just a tiny bit though), you finally hopped off the tree branch and started looking. You didn’t have Razor’s keen sense of smell, but you were good at seeking! You’d easily find your friends when playing, so finding the wolf boy would be a breeze.

You ran around looking up into the trees, staring into bushes and…okay, maybe you got a tiny bit distracted eating flowers when you found them, but you were still focused!

A quiet rustle caught your attention, and you whirled around to look for the source. There were bushes all around, but you squinted at one that moved a little too suspiciously for it to just be caused by the wind. You slowly snuck up to the bush.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed a spike of gray hair popping out from the green leaves.

“Boo!” You suddenly shouted as you pounced onto the shrub, giggling when you heard a startled yelp. “Mister Razor, I got you!”

The said boy finally popped his head out from the top of the bush, shaking his head to clear his hair of the small twigs and leaves that were strewn into the strands. He rubbed his head and glanced at you, before breaking out into a smile. “…Fun. Hide-and-seek is fun. Like hunting.”

You tilted your head, trying to piece the two together to see the similarities. Huh…now that you thought about it, hide-and-seek really was sorta like hunting. Except no one dies. “Oh, right! I see it now!”

The next words would die on your tongue as you looked up, seeing the sun high up in the sky. But it was now nearing the horizon, meaning it was a bit past the afternoon…but all you knew was that you should probably get back before your hilichurl friends began searching for you. “Okay Mister Razor, that was really fun! But I gotta go now. Mitamomma is gonna scold me if they find me alll the way out here?”

“…Mitamomma?”

“Mhm! So I’ll see you later!”

“Wait! But…you will be okay?” Razor stared down at you with worry, unsure if he should really let you wander off after the slime incident. “I can…come with you.”

“Uuhh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You laughed nervously as you recalled how…protective they were sometimes. One time, you tried introducing the new boar friend you made. You came into camp sitting on its back, explaining in incoherent squeaks that you made a friend after you shared a sweet flower with it. The hilichurls were not as welcoming as you thought they’d be, but they tolerated it as you fell asleep with your friendly boar that night.

…The next morning, it disappeared. Your family shrugged when you tried to ask, while some would even point into the distance, as if they were trying to say it ran away.

You were very sad about this, no doubt. But to cheer you up, they made you soup. The soup that day was really good.

They wouldn’t tell you what the secret ingredient was, though..

To this day, you made the assumption that they chased it away. Your boar friend was really happy with you, so there was no other possible explanation! You hoped it was doing well in life. Maybe it went back to it’s boar wife and children. Now that you thought about it, their protectiveness felt more like jealousy…because it wasn’t like the boar was trying to eat you or anything. At least, you hoped it wasn’t.

“Oh…okay,” Razor deflated at your rejection, his eyes casted down to the ground. “Will…Razor see you again?”

“Of course I will!” You giggled, patting his arm with a silly smile. “I’ll come to visit! You live in Wolfing-tom, right?”

He didn’t catch the way you completely botched the name. “Yes!”

“Then I’ll come back tomorrow to play again! I promise.” You held out your pinky, tilting your head to the side.

The wolf boy mimicked your actions, looking a little confused. “Um…”

“It’s a pinky promise!” You exclaimed, waving your pinky up at him. “Here, I’ll show you. Stick out your pinky like this, and…”

You grabbed his hand and brought it closer to yours, before linking your pinky fingers together. “There! A pinky promise! Now I can’t break it, or else my pinky will break!”

“W—What?!”

“Don’t worry Mister Razor, I’ll keep my promise!” You waved before running off, heading back towards your home. “I’ll see you tomorrow! Byebyeee!”

Although he remained surprised by your rather morbid words, he waved back at your retreating form. As you slowly became a simple dot in the distance, he turned back to walk into the forest with a nearly excited smile.

He just couldn’t wait to tell his Lupical all about you.

Note: hope this was okay! this series has been fun to write about so far ^^

Next Chapter > [WIP]

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pesky hair (j.m.)

a/n: this title sucks, i am sorry, i had nothing! reminder! i am testing out a new format, idk if i like it yet

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synopsis: jj recounts the most memorable times he did something about y/n's pesky hair

warnings: fluff | fluff | fluff | descriptive appearance (tried to be as vague as possible)

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Y/N had a love-hate relationship with her hair. Cute cut that’s low maintenance to style - love! Being able to let her hair air dry after a long day of swimming - love! The very, very infrequent bed head monstrosity - love! When her hair just won’t go up in a claw clip properly - hate. When her bangs wouldn’t dry right so now she’s stuck with weirdly shaped bangs - hate. The times when she can’t wash her hair on the proper hair wash day and her hair starts to morph into little mats and tangles - hate. Those little strands of hair that just keep falling out of place and getting into her face - triple, no, quadruple; no, infinitely hate. Actually, she loathes it and it makes her want to chop off all the hair on her head despite the fact that she absolutely adores it. She was truly blessed with great hair - a miracle many people envied.

JJ has learned this throughout their long friendship turned romantic relationship. He actually learned this way back in middle school when he noticed her starting to wear headbands all the time. Of course, he had to figure out why she kept pushing her hair back when he knew she loved her hair. Now he realises that the reason he knew she loved her hair and noticed she was suddenly really into headbands was because he was head over heels for the girl who lived beside his best friend.

Since the day he learned it bugged her, he had dreamed of taking the hair and brushing it behind her ear while she talked (so enthralled in her conversation) like he sometimes saw her do. While they were close in their friendship, there was a level of intimacy to the action that crossed the “just friendly” boundary and JJ would shit himself if he knew she knew how he felt for her. Because how would someone like her ever love someone such as JJ Maybank?

The first time JJ actually did it was completely involuntary. Autonomic if you will. It was a few months into their relationship. It was all flushed faces, shy glances across the room as they hung out with the other Pogues, and awkward touches until they fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces. They were alone outside of John B’s. The rest of the Pogues having retired into the house for the night.

The only light coming from the moon, the stars, the dim fire in front of them, and the fireflies dancing around the air. Y/N was talking about her favourite show, talking fast and adamantly about the theories, how things connect to each other, and her opinions on everything. JJ had to be honest, he was not retaining any of it. He was too captivated by how pretty she looked right then and there. With the excitement in her eyes, the way her hands flew through the air as she explained everything. The way she would cut herself off as she was explaining one thing and start explaining another thing because she suddenly remembered it. And then he saw it. The slight, aggressive flick of her head trying to get that annoying stand of hair out of her face and the daydreams started.

He tried to ignore them as he started to try to take in some of the information she was giving him, but he could see the frustration start to build in her as she resorted to blowing at the hair in between words. At first, he thought he had imagined reaching out, his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek as he gingerly tucked the strand behind her ear. He had assumed he had imagined it because that has been what he’s done for the past six years. But the way her rant was suddenly cut off by her own shock made him realise that he did not imagine it.

Instantly, his own face dropped, his heart dropping to his ass along with it. A raging blush overcame both their faces as they stared at each other, wide eyed and completely short-circuiting. But soon, once the shock wore off and the sparks beneath their skin from where they touched subsided, they fell back into place - this time much closer (physically and emotionally).

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The second time was smoother if you asked JJ. This was almost a year into their relationship. Intimacy was at an all time high. Butterflies still swirled in the stomach, but the awkward phase had released its grasp on them. Blushes still adorned their cheeks and the L-word was on the tips of their tongues.

It was midsomers, she was invited by Sarah and Kie invited Cleo while the boys found work at the party. It was supposed to be a girls night, but JJ convinced the boys to find jobs “just in case those Kooks try to pull a fast one on our girls” he had claimed. They already knew that he just wanted to see Y/N all pretty in her dress under the dim lighting of the outdoor festivities.

JJ’s shift as bar back had ended since he set up the bar meaning the second bar back was tasked with cleaning it up. For the most part, the party was over, but Y/N still sat at one of the tables. Moonlight and fairy lights illuminating her as she sipped at what was left of her wine. “This seat taken?” He had asked flirtatiously, earning a tipsy giggle from her.

“Well, I was hoping my boyfriend would be along soon, but I guess it’s free.” She waved a dismissive hand at the chair with a smothered giggle slipping past her lipstick-covered lips.

JJ pulled the seat out from the table, scooting it impossibly close to Y/N’s before sitting in it, happy to finally get off his feet. They were throbbing in the damn dress shoes and his suit was too tight and constricting, but being able to see her having fun tonight and dancing was all worth it. “That boyfriend of yours must be awfully lucky to manage to have a girl like you like him.”

She hummed in fake thought. “Actually, I think I’m the lucky one,” She admitted, leaning towards him. Getting the hint, JJ also leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips sweetly. She hummed against his lips, melting against him the best she could in two separate chairs. “I am so tired.” She declared.

“I’d say,” JJ snorted endearingly. “I think you and Sarah spent most of the night dancing and consumed a half a bottle of champagne each.” He recounted the night. Luckily, he kept track of how much they were drinking so he knew what type of tipsy he was dealing with.

“We had fun, shut up.” She pouted, tipsily hitting his chest in fake hurt. His chest shook under her hand as he laughed at her. Looking at her, smudged and faded lipstick mostly staying on her lips, her eyes heavy but so bright and wide at the sametime. Her voice was light but slightly louder than normal. But what got JJ was her hair. Once perfectly styled into some complicated half-up half-down updo with “face framing” (whatever that meant, JJ had no idea but he loved it), now the curls had mostly fallen out and instead of a few strands of hair in her face, most of her hair was loose.

Watching her nose twitch as her pesky stranglers that slipped out of her updo tickled her cheek, he reached his hand up, fingers lightly brushing against her warm cheekbone (from the alcohol induced flush). Enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips for a moment, he continued to tuck the annoying hair behind her ear. Her glossy eyes looked up into his, swimming with affection. “I know you did, Bub. Let’s get you to bed so you can rest from you fun night.”

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The third time was by far JJ’s favourite. She was sitting there in front of him in the darkened room, candles surrounding them, illuminating them and the room in a dim glow. Both of them were tired but buzzing at the same time. In the candle light, he could see the white gown she wore, a figure of beauty. The centre of attention for the whole day not just because she was the bride.

“What do you say, Mr. Maybank,” She whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. JJ didn’t say anything, knowing she had more to say. Instead, he just looked at her with nothing but admiration and love within his blue eyes. Her makeup was worn off for the most part, mascara flaked, lipstick rubbed off (mostly by his own lips), and her foundation slightly caked from all the celebrations at the reception. “Feel any different?” She asked with a lift of her eyebrow, a smile tugging at one corner of her lips.

His own smile took over as he lifted his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, already anticipating his touch, leaning her cheek closer to his hand to meet him. She let out a little content sigh when she felt his fingertips brush her cheekbone, tucking the hair behind her ear before settling along her jawline. Warmth filled her heart, so overwhelming that she nuzzled her cheek further into his hand, trying to express how much she loved it.

“Even more in love with you, Mrs. Maybank.” He whispered, leaning towards her face until his lips met hers in a sweet, passionate, and long kiss. One that made Y/N’s inner school girl giggle and kick her feet in the air as if she were reading one of her cheesy teen romance novels that she loved so much back then.

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peachywritess · 2 years ago

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Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

01 - what i need...

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate' or 'destiny' in Japanese. ☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst. ☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️ ☁️ author's note: hello lovelies, author here! "unmei" has been in my head for a while, and i kept thinking about shaping my thoughts into words; i do realise that this story, per se, is quite ambitious but i really hope you will enjoy reading it. ☁️ chapter's TW: panick attack, mentions of death (side character). ☁️ word count: 3,5k

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! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.

Crystal chandeliers, shining glasses of the finest wine, and chords intoning classical melodies. Fingers intertwining as gowns kept swaying, strangers chattering about politics, war, and sometimes about passions, literature, and secrets…

Overly-dressed up women, whose make-up was classy and whose voices were soft, whispered into each other’s ears as young men passed by.

The high society, the aristocracy - the world you were fated to be born in and to live in.

The corset you wore was too tight on your abdomen since you could not eat more of the cake. You always finished dessert - and the sponge cake had strawberries inside, so this was very unlike you. You were sitting down - back straight and shoulders relaxed as your mother had taught you - while the other young women danced in the hall. You could also see your father talking to another short, long-bearded man, and you had hoped the topic was indeed not you.

That was the first, and probably the last, time you had agreed to accompany your father to a Grand Ball; he perfectly knew you didn’t fancy celebrations or big events, but he had insisted so much over the past month your mother had begged you to go with him.

“Just this once, darling. You know how men are, especially your Father!”

You had convinced yourself it was part of her plan to finally get rid of him for a night. Even the Queens needed a day off, and you were aware of your father’s antics: the King was really needy, and loved being taken care of… Just like a boy.

Nevertheless, you could no longer lie to yourself: you strongly suspected something else had led your father to this event. You had just turned twenty-one years old, so you were still too young to marry, weren’t you?

A few months before your birthday, your father had requested to speak to you about an important topic concerning the crown, and you knew that he wished for you to find a man to marry, so that you could inherit his place on the throne. However, as soon as the word arranged left his lips, you had already stormed off. You were not going to spend the rest of your days with someone you barely knew, and didn’t like.

After that discussion. your father never brought up the matter publicly, but you perfectly knew he had already informed your mother about it. To you, it wasn’t fair: they had married for love, and not for the crown. Their marriage was not decided by someone else aside from them, so you thought you deserved the same treatment they got when they were young.

What your father did not know was that you already loved someone. You knew that if he ever found out about your relationship, he would be furious, but since your teenage years, you had become cunning and knew how to lie.

Knowing how to lie and avoiding getting caught were two plus points, especially for a princess whose life got constantly suffocated by people who wanted to pry into your privacy. Not that you had one, of course.

Kim Taehyung. He was your bodyguard, the person you trusted most in the world. Just imagining his face sent shivers down your spine, certainly not with a negative implication. From the first day your father introduced you to him when you were only sixteen, you had fallen head over heels for him.

For most of your time together, your love had remained hidden, mainly because, in front of everyone's eyes, Taehyung remained formal and silent. However, when you were alone together - although it happened rarely - he revealed his true colourful identity: he talked about art, how much he loved to paint and how you, in his eyes, were the perfect subject to depict.

"If only I could, I would paint you. That way, even when we are far apart, I would be able to admire you as many times as I want."

Taehyung was an extremely gifted and articulate speaker. He always used the perfect words for every situation, and his voice, so deep it made your heart flutter, made it easy for him.

Maybe it was the way he squinted his eyes every time he laughed or the way his gaze was always focused on you. But you knew you loved him.

What you didn't know, however, was whether he loved you.

You sharply inhaled, moving the remaining piece of cake with the silver fork, debating whether to eat it and feel sick or leave it there.

“Is this not to your liking?”

A male voice suddenly awoke you from your thoughts, and you turned your head in order to connect it to a face. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally saw him: he was beautiful, really. And not the kind of beauty that intoxicates you, that weighs you down, but a beauty so delicate that it leaves you speechless for a moment.

“I hate it.”

You replied, batting your eyelashes repeatedly, as it would have been impolite not to answer him immediately. A proper young lady never stutters - you could hear your mother’s stern tone in your head.

Instantly, you noticed his dark-brown eyes, and you swore you could lose yourself in them.

His full lips curved into a heart-shaped smile - different from the ones you were used to seeing, those fake, mechanical laughs - and his eyes shrank to pretty half-moons.

“The Ball, or the cake?”

His question was innocent, yet you could hint at a spark of curiosity in his gaze. You took a brief moment to admire him: his dark hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a slightly unbuttoned white silk shirt and black trousers that seemed to fit him a little tight.

He did not let you answer, allowing himself to sit by your side without asking any permission. You were breathless for seconds that seemed to last almost too long as his hand gently grasped your wrist, with such delicacy that you seemed not to feel his touch.

His fingertips squeezed lightly, until he brought the back of your hand to his rosy lips, but without making any contact with your skin.

The only contact that never ceased, however, was that of his eyes on you. Your ears seemed to stop hearing the music and the room all around seemed to have emptied out completely as the man in front of you consumed you with his eyes.

“Jimin, Park Jimin.” He announced, and his name echoed into your head. “It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Princess.”

“You already knew who I was.”

You let go of your grip on your fork with the hand you still had free, before making a brief bow as you lowered your gaze.

“Oh no, Princess. I ask you not to bow to me."

You furrowed an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on your lips. You knew it was rude to smile like that, but his words reminded you of a quote in a book which your mother read to you as a child.

"You remind me of someone." You murmured, retracting the hand Jimin still held close to his lips. Thus, you remembered the gesture and your cheeks blushed.

"Someone you like?"

Your smile became bigger, but you tried hard to hide it by bringing a hand towards your lips.

"Park Jimin, did you by any chance come here to court me?"

"Would that be considered a sin, Princess?"

The air in the hall became strangely heavier. Either the presence of that unknown prince had caused a strange effect on you, or the corset was really so tight that it took your breath away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at your father who - at the same moment - looked in your direction, pointing at you with open arms.

"My daughter! My beloved child, she always precedes me in everything!"

He pronounced this aloud and, as his timbre was very deep, the words were heard by many in the audience. The man next to your father, the one he had been talking to all evening, stood a few steps behind him as they both approached the table.

"King Park, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N." He gave the man a resounding pat on the shoulder as soon as he was close enough. "And I guess this young man is your son, Jimin."

You remained in complete silence as your eyes moved between the two men. You were confused by the situation, yet when you turned to Jimin, he did not have the same expression. He seemed... relieved, by their presence.

"It is an honour, Your Highness. I was fortunate enough to meet your daughter before the appointed meeting, I hope it is not an inconvenience."

Appointed meeting, those words echoed in your mind.

"Of course not, why should it be? That is something to celebrate!"

Still sitting far too composedly, you watched them talk as though you were not there to hear them. You felt like a ghost trying to participate in a conversation,

You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak.

However, the dark blond-haired boy next to you interrupted your attempt. His voice was calm, and the words he used were always well thought out as if he had studied a script.

"I would be grateful, Your Highness, if you would allow me to ask your daughter for a dance."

As he said this, you couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him. His attitude was certainly that of a prince, but there was something about him - something extremely mysterious - that you still couldn't pick up on.

"I-"

The words came out of your mouth automatically, but you still had so many questions on the tip of your tongue that remained unanswered.

"But, of course, Prince Jimin. Y/N would be pleased, wouldn't you, my daughter?"

No, you were definitely not pleased. At that very moment, you just wanted to run away. Like a lost puppy, you looked for a familiar face in the surrounding hall hoping to see Taehyung. As you looked for help that would never come, the three men kept watching you, waiting for an answer.

You had two choices: say no and disappoint your father, then endure his complaints on the long ride home, or say yes to give him five minutes of satisfaction.

Your approval wouldn't have led to consequences, would it?

"I would be delighted." You lied, batting your long eyelashes several times, something you had learned to do to show interest. You knew men liked that.

Your father gave poor King Park another resounding pat on the shoulder, inviting him to leave the two of you alone.

Jimin seemed satisfied with your response as he gave you a sincere smile. You did likewise, before rising from your chair - which had become uncomfortable - allowing your dress to regain its shape. Your thighs had gone numb from sitting for at least two hours watching the guests dance, so - as if you had suddenly forgotten how to walk - your legs gave out.

A pair of hands grabbed your hips, making sure to hold them firmly, and when you looked up, you found yourself dangerously close to the blond man's face. Your hands rested on his, grabbing his fingers to loosen their grip on you. You noticed that these were incredibly cold and not too big - not like Taehyung's.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have. Are you alright, Princess?"

"I'm fine, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." You took a step back, moving further away from the man, as if you weren't going to be dancing together anytime soon.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Your face was slightly lowered and your eyes stared at the shiny floor tiles. You could not imagine the expression Jimin might have had: was he perhaps impatient? Or, like you, was he feeling embarrassed?

"Don't you think it's better to put embarrassment aside, Princess?" Of the two, Jimin was the first to break the silence. "After all, we have to get used to each other's presence."

You raised your head abruptly, and your pearl earrings tinkled from the movement. Your heart drummed in your chest and your insides twisted. Repeating the phrase in your head, you tried to understand its meaning.

"What does it mean?"

Your voice came out broken, it happened to you whenever you felt anxious.

"Come on, Princess, don't play dumb. Our wedding is only a few months away now."

Your breath began to get shorter and shorter, as if someone was tightening the strings of your corset increasingly tighter, and a hole was opening up in your chest. You felt as if your lungs were being torn from your chest and the world around you was spinning all too fast. Jimin's face contorted into a worried expression and you could see his mouth move, but every sound was muffled.

"I must… I must go and freshen up."

You didn't know what tone you had used, and you didn't even know if the prince had heard your words, but within moments you had already drifted off, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the unfamiliar eye, it would have been difficult to recognise you. But those who knew you well - on the other hand - would have found you instantly.

Regardless of your appearance or posture, you entered a hall with few light sources, the majority of which was in darkness. Your right hand was resting on your chest, clutching the hard material of your corset, and you wished you could just rip it off.

Soon, a veil of tears blurred your vision even more, causing everything around you to become less clear. You did not even apologise when your shoulder bumped into someone else, continuing undaunted on your way.

The person you had hit, however, stopped and turned their gaze, watching you flee. They continued to watch you until you turned a corner, disappearing into the darkness. Having found a quiet place, you slid down a wall until you found yourself sitting on the cold floor. The room you were in was dark - the dim light of the moon coming from the one large window. The room was empty, only for a few abandoned paintings leaning against the walls.

A thousand questions tormented your thoughts. The idea that your father had given you away to a stranger made you nauseous, and the more you thought about it, the more the cake you had eaten rose up in your stomach. You brought your hands to your mouth, choking back a sob, while your breath was still too short to allow you to think clearly.

You were alone. You felt completely abandoned to a cruel fate, a fate you had not chosen but had to undertake - whether you wanted to or not. Disbelief gave way to anger, and anger soon became disappointment.

Your father had sold you and most likely felt no remorse. You ran your hands through your hair, forgetting the fact that it had been carefully arranged, therefore ruining your hairstyle.

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. But even though you kept telling yourself to calm down, it was impossible. You wished you could escape, hide your identity and finally live the life you had dreamed of.

But your Red Thread of Fate had been tied to the Crown since your birth.

"Y/N!"

A familiar voice resounded in the room and all was silent for a few seconds until quick footsteps approached. The figure knelt right in front of you and - without hesitation - grabbed both your wrists so that your gaze focused on them. Your eyes immediately locked onto a dark-brown pair, looking at you intensely.

"Y/N, it's me, Taehyung. It's me."

Serenity. Kim Taehyung brought serenity into every place he stepped.

You watched his face fully illuminated by the moonshine, and took it all in. His black hair was slightly wavy and fell over his face, framing it perfectly.

If Hell had his face, then you were ready to burn for Eternity.

"It's all right, love. I'm here."

Taehyung didn't waste any time sitting on the ground, picking you up by the hips so that you were resting on his legs. An arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders while a hand gently caressed one of your cheeks.

The warmth of his body caused a feeling of cosiness in you, yet your chest still felt like it was about to implode. "I- I can't breathe."

He instantly seemed to realise what the problem was, because his eyes focused on your chest. Suddenly, his hand reached down all the way to your breast until he grasped some of the threads that bound your corset from the front: he pulled with such force that the seams tore and - finally - all the pressure released. Like a newborn child, you began to breathe, and after a few seconds warm tears wet your cheeks.

You were incredibly scared, still in shock. But Taehyung held you close, gently, almost fearful of breaking you like a porcelain doll. You felt his warm breath in the crook of your neck and his scent intoxicated you completely, making you forget everything.

Your breasts were partly exposed, but you could never feel embarrassed in front of him. Not in front of the man who had seen every last detail of you, not in front of the man who had explored every inch of your body.

"Please don't let me go."

Taehyung hummed and continued to hold you in his arms while giving you a concerned look. His eyebrows were furrowed and you knew he needed an explanation as soon as possible. But Taehyung was also aware that you were still unable to give it to him.

"I won't ever let you go. But now I need you to calm down, hm?" He said softly, as if he was talking to a child. His hand reached for yours, grabbing it gently, and bringing it close to his face.

"Do you remember how many moles I have? Do you want to count them?"

Serenity. Taehyung brought serenity, and every word he spoke to you came from the heart. Ever since you knew him, he had always been affectionate and attentive towards you. He knew you better than anyone else.

So, of course you knew the answer to the first question.

You smiled, heart beating fast but not out of fear. With the tip of your index finger you began to trace every spot on Taehyung's face, his skin always soft and flawless.

"One. You touched the small mole on the tip of his nose, near the right nostril.

"Two." Then it was the turn of the mole under the lid of his right eye, the spot you found most distinctive.

"Three." You murmured, as your heart beat faster and faster. You knew very well where the third mole was since it was your favourite. So you brought your face closer to his, so that your noses brushed against each other, before placing a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung's lips were never dry, touching them was always pleasant. Kissing him was always pleasant.

"Good girl."

His voice was hoarse as he moistened his lips and bit the lower one. You were so fragile, so exposed before him. All this delicacy, he wanted to destroy it. And Taehyung felt like a lunatic because a rarity like you was only to be protected.

But you provoked mixed feelings in him. Your bare breasts, your smooth skin, your eyes full of innocence and love for him.

Taehyung wanted to break you.

"You look so pretty right now, dove."

He hummed, almost like he had never thought such nonsense until that moment. "You would be even prettier if you told me what happened to you."

Your smile disappeared, and the perfect world that had been created began to crumble. You sat up, hiding your exposed chest with your arms.

"Taehyung, I..."

You spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction the brunette would have had. He wouldn't have blamed you, because he knew how much your position as heir to the throne made you suffer, but knowing Taehyung, he would have stepped back to make it less difficult for you.

The thought of not being able to see him again killed you.

Before you could say anything else, a man you recognised as one of your father's guards burst into the room. Your first reaction was to move away from Taehyung as quickly as possible, but the man seemed upset for a reason worse than that: his breath was short and his face completely pale.

"Princess Y/N, we've been looking everywhere for you!" He spoke without ever taking his eyes off you. That's when Taehyung removed his jacket, placing it on your shoulders.

"What's going on? Is my father looking for me?"

"Princess, I- I'm sorry…" He stammered in a slurred voice. "His Majesty, your Father, he…"

You were silent, waiting for him to finish the sentence as the man beside you loosened his grip on your shoulders.

"He… Has been assassinated, Your Highness."

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Hello✨

Can I request a fic where Larissa and f!reader are in relationship and one night are talking about what turns them on and would maybe wanted to try in bed and R mentions that somnophillia sounds interesting and Larissa agrees. So one night L can’t fall asleep while R is already sleeping she remembers what R said and decided to give somnophillia a go? (Hope everything makes sense, it’s my first time requesting)

Hello my lovely, I hope this is okay my darling and I’m honoured to be the person to receive your first request.

Experimenting 18+

*Authors note~ I have to admit I was a little anxious about how to approach it and where I could take it. But I think I'm finally happy with the outcome now*

Trigger warnings~ somnophillia oral (r receiving) thigh riding (l ) fingering (r )

Prompt~ see the ask^^^

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When you joined the Nevermore staff, you had never imagined that it would lead you to the love of your life. Or that she would be a shape shifting headmistress who doted on your every move. This was clearly a slice of heaven and you'd be lying to say if you weren't addicted to the angel that was clearly Larissa Weems. The fact someone so uniquely beautiful, inside and out, was interested in little you was absolutely mind blowing for you. Yet you couldn't be happier with your life.

It's only natural as your relationship progressed you and Larissa had conversations about what you like and dislike. It became clear quickly to you both that Larissa thrived off of dominating you and you adored submitting to the women. That fact caused more questions to be asked and more limits and boundaries to be discussed. As efficient as she always is, Larissa complied all the information into a document and you'd regularly review it to see if it was all correct. That list is what caused the best morning of your life.

During these conversations consent had been acquired for any possible situation that could occur. The thought of doing something you were not happy with actually made the taller women feel physically I'll. There was multiple ways she could incorporate your desires which allowed her to still leave you guessing. The element of surprise is what added to the game. You had safe words and the colour system as ways of reassurance. Your safe word being "Ocean" and "Red" while amber allowed a conversation to take place.

Recently you had been having a rough time, your students seemed to want to challenge your authority which had resulted in you being extremely stressed and agitated. You constantly seconded guessed everything you did and were unable to fully relax and unwind outside of the classroom. It was truly heartbreaking for Larissa to see, you hadn't even tried to be your usual bratty self the past few days. That's when the idea hit her, you were to focused on what was happening around you that you weren't able to fully let go, all she wanted to do was help you with that. Which is why she consulted the file and found one thing you wanted to try, something Larissa had been on the fence with initially. After talking about Larissa agreed to try it with you but truthfully you had accepted that it was just going to remain a fantasy. Oh but your girlfriend was full of surprises.

Larissa would always wake up first. It was a routine really, normally she would spend time in bed with you enjoying the intimate moments. You were always so beautiful but there was something about how you looked asleep. Your mind free of worry, your brows relaxed and your lips curled up in a little smile every time you felt her lips against your skin. That's what really gave her the confidence to do this for you. You needed to relax and if this was going to help then Larissa would happily oblige. Not only were you a submissive but you were her love and she only wanted you happy in life.

Thankfully, you always preferred to sleep without clothing, you'd argue it was much too warm for that, that made Larissa's plan ten times easier. Ever so carefully she moved her body below the covers and shifted to settle between your legs. She let her lips press a few gentle kisses to your thighs and her fingers trailing over the skin there. Every now and then she would peak her head up through the cover to see what your facial expression was doing. Seeing the happy smile on your lips encouraged her to give your centre a tentative lick. You instantly responded on your sleep by your breath hitching. Much to Larissa's relief she could see you were enjoying yourself despite being asleep. And that's what spurred her on. Her licks becoming more sure of themselves.

You felt yourself coming round to the land of the living with an undeniable feeling of pleasure between the apex of your thighs. A moan tore through you as your sleepy brain registered your girlfriends diligently working her tongue against your now dripping core. Moans were spilling out from you uncontrollably and you brought your hands to her hair in a tale that you wanted her to continue. You could feel her smirk against your cunt before she plunged her tongue inside of you and moaned at the taste. "Oh fuck me larissa Jesus" you moaned the sleep still evident in your voice. This was ten times hotter than you had ever imagined.

Sensing you were close she moved the covers so she could see you before whispering "my little slut, you enjoy mommy using you while you sleep then huh?" You couldn't help but moan at her words, they were cut off by a cry as she took your aching clit between her lips to suck. That's what threw you over the edge. She helped you come back from your high before crawling up to kiss you good morning. You could taste yourself on her tongue before you mumbled "good morning to you too my love"

One kiss lead to multiple kisses and a quick check in which you readily replied "green god green" had resulted in Larissa perched on your thigh, her fingers finding your soaked centre. You brought yourself up to try and kiss every inch of her exposed chest, her hips rocking in time with her thrusting fingers. The room filled with the sounds of your arousal and the combined moans and pants of you both as you chased the high together. That morning you both fell over the edge together before collapsing in the bed together catching your breath.

"Baby? Was that okay? I just you said" Larissa stumbled over her words, the nerves now showing. "Ris, it was perfect, I loved it thank you darling" you reassured adding kisses to punctuate each word. For the first time in days you fully relaxed. Here in her arms after that amazing morning all the stress had melted away.

Word count ~ 1157

*Authors note~ I'm not sure if I like this or not but it was an attempt at least*

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gyubaseone · 2 years ago

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kim taerae. lovestruck

❛ i would do anything for you, always. ❜

pairing — kim taerae x f!reader

genre — fluff, just taerae being the best bf EVER

synopsis — taerae grew up with so much love surrounding him, he had to share that love somehow. of course, it had to be with his favorite human being.

warning — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proofread thoroughly.

word count — 1,126

notes — kind of went off from the request but i hope the anon who requested this enjoys still 😭 i was actually planning to do something similar so i mixed my idea with the request .. not really happy with it but 💧

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kim taerae was probably the kindest and sweetest soul that y/n has ever met. even after months of them being in a relationship, it seemed like nothing changed. he was still the charming dork that she fell for ; he was perfect in every way.

now imagine, if she thought that he was perfect then how would he feel? the answer is: he's absolutely smitten. since the moment they became a couple, he was always with her. even when he wasn't, he wanted to be with y/n or would be texting her about how much he wanted to be with her. taerae was so lovestruck.

every moment they spent together, all their date nights whether it was eating out or a movie night at his apartment — he was always his happiest when he was with y/n. there was nothing she could do wrong in his eyes.

taerae could literally stare into her eyes for days on end if nobody stopped him. his eyes were definitely heart-shaped whenever he looked at her with such fondness while smiling brightly.

growing up in a loved family, taerae had to be the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. he was definitely the best boyfriend y/n could have asked for. it's like he always knew what to say or do when he was with her.

whenever y/n was down, he was the first and only person she talked to ; taerae would be at her front door in a matter of 10 minutes. whenever y/n wanted to have a late night snack, he would sleep over at her apartment while they munched on the things he bought for them.

he just loved seeing her happy and he was the reason she was so happy. it's like taerae was her comfort place whenever she was sad or stressed about life. so when y/n suddenly shows up at his front door with a sullen look, of course, he had to take care of his favorite person.

taerae was heating up some leftovers in his kitchen when there was a subtle knock at his door followed by a louder one. "i'm coming, one second!" he yelled, putting his phone on the granite counter before walking over to the door.

once he opened it, taerae was met with y/n who embraced him immediately. he almost fell back due to the impact, not expecting his girlfriend to be over or to be hugged so quickly right after opening the door. nonetheless, his arms landed on her back as he regained balance.

"bad day, hm?" he inquired, only to be met with a nod as she still rested on his shoulde, "don't worry.. i know what'll make you feel better."

leftovers? they didn't exist anymore. taerae ended up putting them back into the fridge after settling y/n onto the couch and ordering food delivery for the two. maybe he could've taken her out to eat so that she could forget whatever was on her mind, but he knew her. she wouldn't want to go outside on a day she was sad.

"food will be here in 15 minutes," taerae informed, falling into the couch and laying down so his head would be on y/n's lap. he looked up, seeing her smile slightly just having him with her. "there's that smile that i love so much.." his hands ended up cupping her face, pinching her cheeks while she whined in protest. "wanna tell me what happened today?"

and so, y/n began ranting about how her boss had yelled at her for the whole morning even though she had done nothing wrong. "i just felt like breaking down in the bathroom by then but there were 3 hours left of my shift," she let out a sigh exasperated, "i'm so tired, taerae. i shouldn't be treated like this right?"

"you shouldn't, you don't deserve that," taerae agreed, changing into a sitting position to put his head on her shoulder. "i would hit your boss if it wasn't considered assault."

the two stayed in the same position the entire time they waited for the food, not doing anything but basking in each other's presence. it was nice ; peaceful. it was exactly what y/n needed after a day where she was constantly yelled at.

after finishing their food, taerae and y/n ended up in his bedroom to take a nap since they were stuffed from their meal. he was sitting down at the end of his bed, waiting for y/n to come back while passing time on his phone. but once she came back, he was in for a surprise.

y/n was wearing a different shirt, his shirt. in some way, taerae might've just fallen in love with her all over again. "is that my shirt?" he asked, a bright smile on his face as y/n walked closer to the bed and sat down beside him.

"yeah, i didn't want to sleep in my clothes.. they were too rough," y/n explained, looking over at taerae while fixing her hair, "is that okay?"

"okay? it's more than okay! maybe you should just keep the shirt, it looks better on you anyways," taerae placed his hands on her thigh slowly, patting her leg while he admired her.

"okay— well, let's go to bed! i'm tired," y/n looked away from taerae while pretending to yawn, feeling her cheeks burn up at his words.

the two got situated in taerae's bed, facing each other in silence. "did i do a good job at making you feel better?" taerae asked, running his hand through her hair.

"you did, just like always," y/n gave him a soft smile, nodding her head while she started becoming drowsy, "thank you for always being there for me."

"what can i say? i love seeing you happy," taerae smiled as he stared into her eyes, slightly tilting her chin while he suppressed a kiss onto her nose, "i would do anything for you, always."

before he knew it, y/n had leaned in for a kiss on his lips after he pulled away ; she could feel him smiling through their kiss. it started with small pecks, slowly progressing into a longer one before they parted and stared into each other's eyes for a moment. the moment was perfect.

taerae wrapped his arms around y/n's waist, pulling her closer to him as she rested her head on his chest ; nuzzling her head to be even closer if she could. but of course, taerae couldn't go to bed without peppering her forehead with more fluttery kisses ; making sure he didn't miss a spot. the two slowly drifted off into a slumber, holding each other close.

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talonabraxas · 7 months ago

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Gemini Season 2024: Diversity and Paradox

On May 19, 01:37 PM —

On May 20, 09:00 AM EST, the Sun enters Gemini and Gemini season 2024 begins. The Sun is going to remain in the sign of the Twins until June 20, inviting us to develop adaptability, embrace diversity, and navigate the paradoxes and ambivalences of existence with an open mind.

Gemini season is especially relevant for those of us who were born with natal placements in Mutable signs (Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius, and Pisces). The individuals personally impacted by the beginning of Gemini season will have opportunities to strengthen their versatility, refine their communication skills, and gain a deeper awareness of how their mindset impacts their experience of reality.

From Taurus to Gemini season: Developing Adaptability and Versatility

Wherever the Sun transits, our conscious awareness goes: we can see the Sun’s journey through the Zodiac wheel as an invitation to gain deeper awareness of how we relate with different aspects of ourselves and of the world around us. Each season is an invitation to align with Nature’s rhythms and gain new insights into our relationship with different energies and archetypes.

The Sun is currently traveling from the first Fixed sign of the Zodiac to the first Mutable one. Since Taurus is an Earth sign and Gemini an Air sign, we can say that they embody their modality very strongly, being the most Fixed and the most Mutable of all the twelve zodiac signs. This shift of seasons is very palpable, and the Sun’s ingress into Gemini brings a breath of fresh air and a desire for change and novelty in our lives.

While Taurus season is a time of the year centered on grounding, consolidating, and building foundations, Gemini season is focused on embracing diversity, learning, and having a variety of experiences. During the Sun’s transit through Taurus, the spotlight goes on our relationship with stability, security, abundance, and wealth. The Sun’s transit through Gemini brings the spotlight to our relationship with adaptability and challenges us to develop more versatility, which marks a decisive contrast with the Fixed Earth energy of Taurus.

Gemini season 2024: Embracing Duality

While the Sun is in Gemini, the spotlight goes toward our relationship with our minds, our inner dialogue, the way we speak to ourselves and others, how we articulate what we perceive and see, and the way we put together the data we collect from our environment. Gemini, as an archetype, has to do with the process of understanding reality through our mental faculties and organizing the information we receive through logic and rationality. Ruled by Mercury, Gemini is the sign associated with the rational mind and inductive learning processes.

Gemini is symbolized by two Twins facing each other which offers us some insight into the nature of this archetype and its association with connection, communication, as well as duality.

Despite knowing that, at the deepest level, duality is ultimately an illusion, the human experience is characterized by duality. Gemini season is an interesting time to reflect on our relationship with duality and paradox. During this time, it can be interesting to notice how seeing life in terms of opposites such as day versus night, light versus dark, good versus bad, or success versus failure, contributes to shaping our perception of reality and ultimately dictates our relationship with it.

Navigating duality with self-awareness involves recognizing and embracing both the paradoxical nature of existence and our own internal paradoxes. Gemini season is a time to welcome paradox, welcome duality, welcome the simultaneous presence of opposites, and try not to fall into black-and-white thinking.

Sun in Gemini 'Love in Space' Talon Abraxas

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aayakashii · 11 days ago

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Part 2 of the title ideas I came up with!!!

I’m open to falling from grace

- I really like the idea of this being Jin, Leo, or Romeo. Like people who are attached to their image or power, who equate it with who they are as people. But realizing that they would give it all up for MC, if she truly needed them to. They know she would never ever ask that of them, which makes her that much more deserving of it. Maybe something happens where people are attacking her character/her worth to stand next to them, and while normally they would ignore it for the sake of keeping their position and whatnot (especially since the people are elevating his status, saying he is so amazing and perfect), he just cannot stomach them seeing you as anything lesser than his partner that he loves (whether or not you are actually dating yet or this is just a lead up to a confession after you were working with him for a long time on something).

Offer me his hunger on a silver platter

- Taiga is starting to fall for you. Maybe MC made him a little keychain book of the important people to keep next to his gun (important people being Romeo, Ritsu, and MC. It has a picture of the person, their actual name, the nickname(s) that Taiga calls them, and some smaller information + space for whatever notes that Taiga wanted to make for them), and one day he got annoyed that her stomach kept growling so he made a note to offer her food. So now is (multiple times a day because he can’t remember if he already did today or not) giving her food. Maybe he starts to make more and more notes about what she likes and dislikes, how cute she is when this or that happens, how much he likes when she is in his arms, and how her happiness makes the need for blood calm down. He ends up making the first note or something just “MC makes everything better. If you have to starve yourself, die or kill for her, do it. She’s worth it”

Evil, ornery, scandalous, and evil

- The outside point of view of Taiga or Romeo’s developing relationship with MC. Everyone is convinced they are evil and cruel and just using you (probably for your body), not knowing just how sweet they can be towards MC and only MC.

- Towa or Kaito telling you that every other person or relationship is evil and terrible because he is jealous and wants you to himself.

God-shaped Hole

- THIS IS HAKU!!!!!! Religious man who no longer worships any Deity after all the pain of his life or the way his family treated him, so he is left with nothing to devote himself to, even though that is all he knows how to do. He is listless and unmotivated in the wake of this, feeling like half the man he used to be without something to worship and love. But then he finds MC. MC who is faced with such an awful situation, yet still smiling and caring for those around her. She is further proof of why he doesn’t worship Gods anymore, but she is also someone he could devote himself to instead.

Fallen angels in the night

- Towa/Ren/Luca/Subaru/Haru who view MC as an angel sent from above. She is so kind and perfect and has made their lives so much better. So why did they come back to find her bloody and hanging on for dear life? Who or what did this to her? If it is still alive, it won’t be for long. Normally sweet-ish guys going absolutely feral for their love, and then coming back and crying over them, fluffing their pillows and doing all the work for them. MC is the fallen angel in that she is hurt, the boys are the fallen angels in that they committed great atrocities in the name of their love.

- Subaru accidentally touching MC and seeing all the pain she has had to go through both before Darkwick and since coming there. All the heartbreak and anxiety and fear and life-threatening moments and feeling so lost, and he is so upset that someone he loves so deeply has gone through so much pain and feels so alone. He won’t let her cry alone at night anymore. He will be brave, if only to just be there for the saving grace that makes him feel normal again.

Six underground

- Alan training MC in the pit to be stronger. She is so tried of being dead weight and unable to do anything to help on missions (besides enhance stigmas but even then she is in the way because she has to hold the hand of the other person which can handicap them for a bit). One day she mentions that she is also doing it because she feels a bit unsafe being a single female student living in an old, rundown dorm all by herself and the fact that this is broadcasted to everyone in the school. Alan had never considered this before but it makes him furious that she has to think about this. Asks if she ever had someone try to break in. Is NOT liking the “ummmmmmmmm no of course not” bad lie that he gets in response. Promises to train her, but also starts to spread word that anyone who makes MC feel unsafe is going to have to fight him in the pit with his stigma activated.

- The 6 times Taiga/Towa/Sho/Rui/Edward/Jiro decided that morality (and other’s mortality) don’t really matter to them if it means that MC is safe. Not fully yandere, but like teetering into that zone (just because sometimes I want to be ferally protected without worrying that my loved ones are next, ok). They are already shown to have a dubious sense (at best) of morality, and when they love something, they love for life. And they refuse to let anything shorten that life. (Also it doesn’t have to be killing all 6 times or killing humans - it can be meeting in the pit, threatening death, or killing anomalies with heavy prejudice).

I hope you liked them and that they aren’t overstepping/annoying/out of your comfort zone! I just have lots of brainworms and wanted to share them!!!

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1- OKAY I THINK THIS WOULD BE GREAT WITH ROMEO!!! I think of all of these three, he's the one that would definitely let the situation escalate a little bit before doing something. Like "who is more important, my status or the person I love?". I think it would click in his mind like "OH I love this person. What the hell." right before it's too late to do something. I think Jin would act quickly and Leo would let things go overboard 💀

2- THIS KEYCHAIN IDEA IS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 how her handwriting looks so neat near his chicken scratches whenever he jots something down 😭😭😭 I feel like this title would make me write something that's just a little bit darker, so maybe he would end up writing some personal info abt mc that he couldnt normally find out like her blood type 💀 maybe this one gesture could make him go like "oh this person is sweet. I could keep them" SORRY I CANT HELP INDULGING INTO YANDERE STUFF FLFHDKJD

3- This one was the hardest title for me, but I had to include it 😭 it's from a Lana Del Rey song "Doin' Time" and I'm obsessed with it 🫨 I think we could mix both of your ideas for Towa >:3c like how he's awful and threatening towards everyone else, but is a little flower boy with mc, all while trying to manipulate her...... like everyone else is soooo evil, but truthfully, maybe HE is the evil one..... (and mc doesn't see it, or maybe she does, or maybe she sees it and doesn't care because hey free protection from a pretty boy sign me up)

4- I GUESS THERE'S NO ESCAPING THE RELIGIOUS THEMES WHEN I WRITE ABT HAKU WHOOPS ¯\_(˘ ▽˘)_/¯ that man was made to kneel and pray at the altar of his beloved are you kidding me..... haku it is

5- I LOOOOVE the trope of sweet guys going feral and protective who do absolutely everything for their s/o and never wants them to lift a finger UGHHH 👌 I think Subaru is a great fit for this for real!! He's already a bit unhinged in my opinion so he just needs a little nudge to snap >:D this one is also part of a song and I thought of adding the next line as a subtitle (everyone is barred from heaven) once I publish it. I think it'd be like subaru being like "oh you fucked up so bad you're not getting into heaven buddy" lmao

6- I HEAR YOU AND THE DESIRE TO BE FIERCELY PROTECTED ☝️ that's why I love soft yanderes!! They only care abt you but wont necessarily hurt the people you love because they dont wanna hurt you like that 😌 I am absolutely in love with the idea of Alan threating people and anomalies alike though 😭 like mc gives him one phone call in the middle of the night and he's running to them (without getting lost for once) with his crowbar?pipe? to beat whoever is trying to hurt them

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND THE BRAINWORMS I LOVE THEM 😭🤲 Sometimes I need help when I'm writing and I also need to stop trying to make all my fics a surprise LMAO I am so afraid of talking abt what I planned idk why 🧍🏻‍♀️ I gotta stop that because I think it leads to burnout a lot easier SO I 100% WELCOME OPINIONS!!! Thank you so much for sharing your ideas with me 🫂

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