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☆ HEY, NEIGHBOUR. HEY, LOVER. (PART 1)

☆ SYNOPSIS : : There once was a boy who had feelings for a girl but didn't know how to express them. As a kid, he didn't know how to get her attention, so he beat up the guys who did, which only lit the flame to a long-lasting hatred between them. That was sixteen years ago, and now you both are twenty-one with homes too close for comfort. But what you didn't know is how attracted you were to him now.

FEATURING : choso kamo

NOTE : this took a little too long to write pls enjoy <3

WC ; 5.2k

CREDITS! : this work is owned by @k-aay on tumblr. please dont steal my work! (i do not proof read, sorry for any mistakes !!)

16 YEARS AGO !

"I hate you!" you screamed, stomping your small foot as your eyebrows furrowed. It was true, you hated the way he was acting right now. He stood there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his baggy, denim jeans, standing not far from you. And on the ground beside him was your classmate wailing with a bruised eye. Choso couldn't care less about the trouble he caused. He kicked a tiny rock before him, "I did you a favour, stupid." You were seeing red at this point as you clenched your fists. "What is your problem!?" you grab him by the collar of his red shirt.

"Hey, let go!" Choso pushes you away, not using much force. "What the hell are you doing!? I was helping you!" he yells, pointing a finger at you. "You punched him! I didn't ask you to punch him!" He frowned. Of course, you didn't ask him to punch that jerk, but he did it anyway. He knew that you wanted that kid far away from you so he punched him. Why were you upset at him?

PRESENT

Choso Kamo was one of the staples of your childhood. He was notorious for leading the other boys in your elementary school like minions and demanding them to create as much chaos with him as possible. And he'd be damned if any of his minions stepped out of line. But that was almost a decade ago and you haven't seen him since middle school. Right now, you're unpacking your boxes after moving into your new apartment. As you sit on your brand-new couch and rest your feet on the cardboard box sitting snugly on the floor, you crack open your last can of beer.

"I thought you said you'd manage to handle unpacking everything yourself," your friend, Shoko says as she grabs the beer from your hand and chugs it. "Ugh, slow down! That's the last can." She wipes the excess from her mouth and hands you the can. "I deserve to drink as fast as I want after you enslaved me today." You roll your eyes and place your lips on the cold, metal top of the can, taking a sip. "And here I thought my best friend meant it when she said I could call her if I needed anything."

"No one means it when they say that. You're fucking stupid for believing that. I only helped because I wanted to see your new place. Maybe even design a room for myself." Shoko shifted her position on the couch, her legs over the top as she sat upside-down. "Why the hell would I give you a room?" She hits your legs, "Because I helped you clean the place with these hands. For hours, if I should add. And you live so close to campus and that gas station."

"I did get a good place, didn't I?" you say, fidgeting your fingers around the can. "'Good' is an understatement," Shoko says, pointing her finger at the window. Specifically the gas station near your house. "Now it's time to pay off your debts and get us some beer and cigarettes. Your treat." You groan, sitting back on the couch. "Go. I'll watch over your lion den." You stand up straight and zip your grey sweater up, slightly covering the shorts you were wearing.

"Fine," you say, slipping into your shoes as you hold onto the wall for support. You place your phone into the back pocket of your shorts and open the front door, stepping outside.

As you made your way to the gas station, you wanted to make the trip quick. Speed-walking through the store to gather the things you needed: bottles of beer, snacks, cigarettes and hangover medicine you know you'll need for tomorrow. You dumped the pile of happiness for the night onto the check-out table and carefully placed the six-pack of beer down too. As the cashier scanned everything, you faintly heard a group of male voices from outside gradually getting closer and louder until they were right outside the door. "Your total will be forty dollars. How would you like to pay?" the cashier dully says, tapping on the screen before him.

"Jesus... forty..." you mumble. "Card." pulling the shiny credit card from your purse, you pay for your items as the cashier puts them into a white plastic bag. You grabbed the bag and headed straight for the door. Right as you were going to push it open, someone had already pulled it open instead. "Yo, Kamo, you gonna go inside? Oh, shit-" the white-haired man cuts himself off after laying eyes on you. "y/n?" he says, a smirk forming on his face.

"Gojo.." you mumble, dreadfully. And in front of him was Choso Kamo. The little leader of it all. He towered over you, his eyes looking down to meet yours. And you hated the feeling of it even more, damaging your ego slightly. "Drinking with someone or are you all alone?" Gojo leans forward, resting his arm on Choso's shoulder who was staring at you with his hands shoved into his pockets the same way he did all those years ago. You didn't want to admit how good Choso looked with his long, jet-black tied back into a bun with a few strands falling in front of his face. "Fuck off. I have to get going. Because unlike you, someone's waiting for me at home."

"Who?" You looked up at the man who spoke coldly to you. It was just one word that sent shivers down your spine. His tone was nothing short of rough. He said that one simple word as if you owed him an explanation and you had to quickly remind yourself that you didn't. "That's none of your business." Gojo chuckles, removing his arm from Choso. "You'll let us in your apartment if we ask to join right? Seems like a lot of drinking for one small person." You were about to refuse them before the other one, Geto did for you. "Satoru, it's rude to invite yourself like that. Especially if you aren't wanted." His tone sounded soft and sincere, but you already knew Geto well enough from previous years to know that nothing was sweet under that angelic voice.

What you couldn't figure out was the man still intensely staring at you, Choso Kamo. You looked away from him and shook your head before pushing past them and walking off. "Not even a goodbye?" Gojo calls out yet you ignore him like you've been doing all these years. But you still felt as if eyes were on you.

Once you hurriedly made it back to your apartment, you placed the white, plastic bag on the floor and opened a beer. Shoko watched as you chugged the entire thing, reminiscing bad memories of not only your recent encounter with Choso and his little minions but old, previous ones as well. "Damn, who got your panties in a twist?" She asked, opening a beer for herself as she took a small sip. "Those wannabe-frat punks."

"Gojo and Geto?" Shoko asks, laying her stomach flat with one hand holding her beer bottle dangling off the couch. "Oh, and don't forget their little don," you aggressively place the bottle on the ground, but not strong enough for it to break into pieces. Your reminder of the two boys' leader grabbed Shoko's attention. "He's back?" You nod your head, not bothering to look at her. "Is he still hot?" Now you look at her, disgusted in fact. "Ye- no!" Shoko raises a brow as she takes another sip of beer, skeptical of you having to correct yourself. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

"He pisses me off! I swear I wanted to beat him up with my bag when I saw him! Right on the spot where his little dick-sucking friends could see." You chugged the bottle, every last drop of the drink was gone. Shoko looked at you, realizing the extent of your anger. You opened another beer bottle and started drinking. "Once I get my hands on that deadbeat, motherfucker-"

It was hours later before the effects of multiple beers kicked in. Shoko left early due to an assignment that was due the next morning, leaving you drunk and alone. You were lost in your thoughts, mainly about the man you dreaded. You laid flat on your back, the coldness of the wooden flooring was one of the few things you felt after those beers. Suddenly, loud music startled you and you looked at the wall where the apartment next door was on the other side of. That was where the music was coming from. You were already upset and annoyed by the encounter at the gas station. Being drunk meant your decency to be a good neighbour, especially on the first day of moving in was kicked out of the window. You put on your slippers and exit your apartment, knocking on the door next to yours.

No answer...

So you knocked again. It's louder this time. Only now, the door finally opened. The muzzled-out music was louder and gave you a minor headache. Standing on the other side of the door was Choso, looking as calm as you were shocked. "Can I help you?" he asked, his eyes lowering to your body which was covered in a short, white tank top and jean shorts that almost fully covered your thighs. You felt his gaze lingering for a few seconds and a blush crept onto your cheeks when Choso's eyes met with yours again. It was like a staring contest you were determined to win. Even when he had his hair messily down, making it ten times harder for you to look at him, you weren't going to face defeat. Instead, you cleared your throat, trying to be as intimidating and nonchalant as possible as you slammed your hand against his door. "Turn down the music, dork. You're gonna wake up the entire building with that shit."

Unfortunately for you, your eyes lingered down on the very shirtless person you were berating. Choso's arms were crossed, covering half of the view of his chest. Secretly, you were praying for this man to let his arms down to his side. It felt like you were a high schooler all over again, drooling over guys from magazines but instead, you were drooling over the man that was physically impossible for you to get along with. But your intoxication left no room for shame and locked it behind chains and a metal door.

"No," he spoke. "Are you drunk?" You rolled your eyes and walked closer, stopping right in front of him, your slippers almost touching his feet. "Turn. Down. The. Fucking. Music. Got it?" Your arm leaned against his door as you waited for his answer. As much as you were scared, you stood your ground with confidence, until Choso leaned down to reach your height level. "No." You unknowingly backed up an inch, causing him the slightest smirk plastered on his face. "I'll-" Choso raised a brow as you stammered. You didn't know what you were gonna do if he refused. His smirk widened at your loss of words. "What? You'll what?" Being tongue-tied meant you had already lost the argument right when it started escalating to threats.

Unfortunately, you had no threats in mind. Damn him and how good he smelled right now. It ticked you off how weirdly attracted you were to him at the moment and you did everything you could to put that energy into thinking of a way to piss him off. "I'll call the cops and file a noise complaint."

He rolled his eyes and stepped back, leaning against his doorframe again. You were waiting for a response from him, but secretly regretting the threat of calling the cops. It wasn't like you were going to go through with it. Your mind was running with thoughts you knew shouldn't belong in your head, slightly fidgeting with your fingers as Choso's gaze remained on you. Burning heat spread across your cheek as his stare slammed into your eyes. "Okay. I'll turn it down," he finally speaks. "On one condition." You tilted your head, placing your hands behind your back. "Who did you have over tonight?"

"What?" His heavy eye didn't falter for a second after he spoke. "Answer the question and I'll lower the volume." You were delighted with the easy condition but as happy as you were came confusion. Why did he want to know? "I answer the question and you'll have it lowered?" you repeat, seeking reassurance. "As low as you want, sweetheart." Sweetheart... Why did it feel as if any of your rational and sane thoughts had escaped your head right when that name so casually rolled off his tongue? Especially in a way that shouldn't have you fantasizing about him. You blamed the alcohol for causing the way you felt. "So? Spit it out," he demanded, snapping you out of reality. "Cat got your tongue or are you too scared to admit that you were with someone and had some fun?" What was this guy thinking? Never mind that, the way he was acting suddenly gave you a little ego boost, reminding you about who has to be in charge of this situation.

"So impatient, Choso. Didn't you hear? Curiosity killed the cat," you smirked. He leaned forward, "Everyone always leaves that saying unfinished. Didn't you hear? Satisfaction brought him back, sweetheart." The way his mood was dead serious only pushed the situation to make you feel even hotter. "Now I hate to rush the moment, but I have a party to get back to. If you want the volume to be lowered, then you better fess up and tell me who you were with." You clenched your fists, fighting the urge to give him a piece of your mind by the way he was talking down on you. "Fine, fine! I was with Shoko. Shoko Ieri from high school." Choso steps away from you, placing his hand on his door. "Alright. Goodnight then." The door closed, leaving you with a lowered volume from the other side and still a heavy head.

Choso leaned against his door, his heart pounding against his chest as he replayed the encounter with you in his mind. He had always been aware of your presence; you were the girl who captivated him in a way he couldn’t articulate. Sixteen years had passed since those chaotic childhood days, yet the memory of your fiery spirit and stubbornness remained vividly alive in his thoughts. Even now, when you stood before him, looking so determined and slightly intoxicated in your little tank top and shorts, he couldn’t help but feel drawn to you. As he turned back into his apartment, a stark contrast to the chaotic swirl of emotions inside him. Gojo and Geto had organized a small gathering, and despite the noise, he wasn’t in the mood for a party anymore. Not when he was buzzing from your confrontation.

“Choso! You’re not just gonna stand there all night, are you?” Gojo called from the living room, pulling him out of his thoughts. The white-haired jokester was sprawled across the couch, a beer in hand, while Geto lounged in an armchair, flipping through his phone with a disinterested expression. “Yeah, man. C’mon, don’t leave us hanging,” Geto chimed in, looking up from his phone. Choso trudged over, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, his thoughts still lingering on you. “What’s the plan? Just drink and laugh at stupid shit?”

"No fucking shit. Who was at the door?" Gojo asked. Choso shot him a glance and shook his head, "Just a noise complaint from my neighbour. It's nothing. Just continue where we left off." Gojo and Geto looked at each other before nodding their heads, continuing their yap. As the night wore on, Choso felt increasingly restless. He leaned back, crossed his arms, and tried to immerse himself in the conversations, but every laugh reminded him of you. The familiar faces of his friends were around him, but all he could picture was the fiery girl who lived just next door.

THE NEXT MORNING !

It had to be at least seven in the morning or even six by the way the sun was shining too brightly through the curtains of your window. Your alarm was found on the ground and seemed to have been knocked over. You rolled around, grabbed your pillow and roughly muzzled it over your face attempting to shield your eyes from the brightness. A hard-hitting headache kicked in but your tiredness from the previous night hadn't left. You threw the pillow to the side and sat up straight, stretching your arms. Going through your morning routine was nearly impossible with a hangover present. So you just brushed your teeth, got a hot cup of water and made your way to the balcony to take in some fresh air. The mug you took a sip out of was warm, heating your hands as the cool breeze from outside hit it. When you turn to your left to glimpse more of the view, you catch a sight you wished you hadn't discovered.

A still shirtless neighbour staring directly at you from his close balcony as he sipped on something from his mug. Choso's hair was tied back and eye-bags were visible even from the distance you were at. "Morning," he spoke. His voice was still deep and raspy after having just woken up. You nod your head, memories of last night flooding back into your head. "You get any sleep?" he asks, his expression showing that he doesn't care about what your answer is going to be but your gut told you otherwise. "No, not much." You kept your answer short and simple, keeping your distance from him. The feeling he gave you wasn't something that could be easily trusted especially after years of knowing him. Even with the sounds of cars and ongoing traffic outside filling the air, it still felt awkwardly quiet now that none of you were talking. You took a sip out of your cup, uncomfortably tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear afterwards.

"Do you still think about middle school?" Choso breaks the trend of silence. You raise a confused brow, caught off guard by his sudden question. "Middle school?" you repeat. He leans against the railing of the balcony, the small gap between yours and his being something you could be grateful for. "Yeah," he answers. "That's... random." You take a moment to think about it. It was so long ago that you don't remember that much about your days there. "Not really. Why?" Choso smiles. "You had a record for being a goody-two-shoes if I remember correctly." You roll your eyes, "And you had a record for causing all the trouble there. You didn't even have a reason most of the time." Before you even knew it, he managed to get you all fired up with only a few sentences. “Not really. You were always so serious. I wondered what it would take to get you to loosen up,” he says, his gaze steady and probing, those dark eyes searching for something in yours. You laugh, the sound is almost incredulous—a mix of disbelief and amusement that dances in the air between you.

“And you thought causing trouble was the way to do that?” Choso nods. “Absolutely,” he replies, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as if sharing a secret only you could hear. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, charged with memories of past escapades and the thrill of possibilities. You can almost feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the casual intimacy of the moment drawing you in. “You still seem like you’re stuck in that same routine. Being stuck in the same loop of following nothing less than the rules, aren't you, sweetheart? ” His words hit a nerve, and a rush of defensiveness rises within you. “Maybe I like my routine,” you counter, crossing your arms tightly, a shield against his probing gaze. Yet, even as you say it, doubt flickers in the back of your mind, a tiny voice questioning whether you truly find comfort in the mundane.

You glance down, noticing how your fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt, a clear sign of the restlessness brewing inside you. It’s a familiar feeling, one that has settled in your chest like a weight over the years. The thrill of spontaneity seems like a distant memory, and the thought of breaking free from your carefully constructed life sends a jolt of adrenaline through you. He's getting to you. You remember who you're talking to and snap out of the reckless thoughts. "Not that it's your business anyway," you add to your previous sentence. "When did you even move here?" He shrugs, "Before you. Maybe three months prior." His answer causes you to raise a brow, "I've been coming in and out of this apartment for almost a week now. How come I've never seen you even once?"

“Guess I’ve been keeping a low profile,” he replied a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “I like my peace and quiet. But it looks like that’s changed now that you’re my neighbour.” You felt a mix of irritation and something else—something you weren’t ready to confront. “Right, because peace and quiet is exactly what you’re all about,” you said, crossing your arms again, trying to project confidence despite the flutter in your stomach. Touché,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, leaning back against the railing with easy confidence. “But hey, it’s not all bad. Maybe you just needed someone to shake things up a bit.” You roll your eyes. “Shake things up? Is that your idea of fun?” You raised an eyebrow, attempting to keep the conversation light, but the air around you thickened with tension. You could feel his gaze tracing your features, and it made your pulse quicken.

“Maybe,” he said, leaning in slightly, the space between you charged with an unexpected energy that felt almost electric. “You ever think about breaking out of that ‘goody-two-shoes’ routine? Just for one night?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, thoughts whirling as you considered the implications. “And what would you suggest? A wild night out with you?” Your tone was half-joking, but a part of you wondered what that could entail. "Cute," he replied, sarcasm dripping from his words, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "But I meant going out with your friends if you still have any, sweetheart." You stepped closer to where the railing was, feeling the cool metal against your palms as you leaned over, looking out at the sprawling city below. The morning light bathed everything in a warm glow, but your focus was entirely on Choso.

"What's that supposed to mean, asshole?" Choso feels satisfied at the sight of getting a rise out of you. He leans casually against the railing, the morning air crackling with tension. “Just calling it like I see it. You’ve got this whole perfect image to uphold, but everyone breaks eventually." You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly. “So, what? You think I’m just sitting around waiting for permission to have fun? I have a life, you know.” You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly. “Right. A life filled with study sessions and early bedtimes.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter and the sound was both infuriating and oddly charming. The way he carried himself—carefree, a little reckless—made your heart thump in a way that both excited and terrified you. “What's wrong with that?” you challenged, trying to regain some control. “Not everyone wants to be reckless like you, Kamo.”

"'Fun' doesn't just mean trouble and recklessness. It's really upsetting how you and many others look at it like that," he countered, causing you to run out of excuses. "I'm perfectly happy with where I'm at right now so what are you trying to do, hm? What's the scheme here?" Choso crossed his arms, the front pieces of his hair flowing with the wind slightly in a way that made your stomach do a flip. "There is no scheme here. And since you're getting so defensive, I'll back off. Goodbye, Ms. Neighbor." He took a step back, sliding the door closed behind him with a finality that left you standing there, breathless. The silence that followed felt heavy, pressing against your chest as you turned back to the view, the city sprawling below you, full of life and possibility.

Frustration bubbled up within you, mingled with an unexpected yearning. Did he really think he knew you? Your routine? The familiar comforts of studying and early bedtimes were just that—comforts. But the way he challenged you made you wonder if you were missing out on something.

You stared at the door he had just closed, the weight of his words lingering in the air. Maybe he had a point. The thought of breaking free, even just for a night, sent a thrill through you. But the idea was terrifying. As you stood there, you felt the urge to retreat back into your safe little world, but the thrill of possibility tugged at you. What if you did reach out to your friends? What if you let loose for one night? The thought of laughter, music, and dancing sent a shiver down your spine.

With a deep breath, you stepped back inside your apartment, heart racing. Maybe it was time to shake things up. A wild night didn’t sound so bad after all. You glanced back at the door, a spark of rebellion igniting within you. Perhaps it was time to see what life could be like beyond the confines of your routine. You pick up your phone and dial Shoko's number. After a few rings and a wave of anxiety washing over you, she picks up. "Do you wanna go out to the bar tonight?"

10:45 PM.

You walk into a local bar, Shoko standing by your side. "Are you sure? I get that you're trying something new but you hate everything that's sloppy. And a guy is literally over there making out with a woman and pressing up on her. Gosh... they need to take it somewhere private soon." Shoko's suggestion sounded like heaven to you right now. The apartment building was calling your name and you felt a rush of regret hitting you in the face. "I'll be fine. It's only a night anyways." You glimpse around the bar and see a familiar set of eyes latched onto yours. "What the fuck is he doing here?" Shoko looks into the direction your eyes were latched on after hearing your question. There standing was Choso Kamo. As you stood frozen, the air between you and Choso felt electric, charged with all the unspoken words and unresolved tension from earlier.

Shoko sighed and shook her head, "You have fun with that. I'm gonna go get some drinks." You nodded and she disappeared to the bar. Choso walked towards you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black zip-up hoodie. He smirked, that infuriatingly charming smile playing on his lips as he moved closer, the crowd around you seeming to disappear. “What a coincidence, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart.” Your lips pursed. “Right,” you shot back, your irritation flaring. “Just because I’m trying to have a night out doesn’t mean I’m okay with your... little show here.” You gestured vaguely at the bar scene, and his gaze narrowed slightly, the challenge sparking in his eyes. “Little show?” he echoed, leaning in a fraction closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“You mean the one you were just about to join? Seems like I actually got to you, hm? You're gonna have more fun here than you think.” Choso's tall figure towered over you, he watched as you avoided eye contact with him. “Fun?” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “This isn’t gonna be anywhere close to fun. This is a disaster waiting to happen. Look at that guy over there—making out with a total stranger like he’s in a bad rom-com.” You nod your head towards the couple Shoko pointed out earlier. Choso moved his eyes towards them and then back at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. "Jealous?" he teases. "Of what?" He leans down, his mouth right beside your ear. "That she's actually kissing someone. I mean, you're so pent up all the time... It's almost obvious that you're not getting enough action. I almost feel bad." He pulled back away from you. "Tell me, sweetheart, how long has it been?"

"You- That's none of your business." He chuckles, "There's no need to be ashamed. I can offer some help, I'm quite the catch after all." Your cheeks flushed a slight red and he didn't need to see. You couldn't let him see. “Please,” you rolled your eyes, but your heart raced beneath your carefully constructed facade. “You’re more of a distraction than anything. You think you can charm your way through life and not get called out for it?” Your fists were clenched, wondering how much longer Shoko's gonna take with those drinks. “Maybe I like a little mess now and then.” He stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating toward you, his voice dipping into a low, teasing tone. “Not everyone wants to play it safe. Not someone like you.”

“What's someone like me supposed to mean?” You took a half-step back, an instinctual move to reclaim your space, but it felt like a losing battle. “Someone who hides behind her books and schedules,” he said, his gaze piercing into yours, unrelenting and intense. It felt like he was peeling away layers you’d meticulously constructed, leaving you exposed. “You appear to be afraid of a rush, but I can see it. You crave it.” Your eyes slightly widened, “Stop pretending you know me,” you shot back, your pulse quickening with irritation and something deeper—something that made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite understand. “You don’t have a clue what goes on in my head.” He leaned in closer, the air thickening between you. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”

The noise of the bar faded, replaced by the rapid beating of your heart. “But if you think you can just dismiss me, then maybe you’re the one who’s scared.” Your breath caught, the heat between you palpable and electric. “Scared? Of you? Don’t flatter yourself.” A smirk tugged on his lips. “Not flattery, just observation,” he replied. “But maybe you should be scared. I might just get you to do something reckless tonight.” You shook your head. “Reckless?” you echoed, your voice laced with a mix of annoyance and a flutter of excitement. “You think I’m just going to drop everything and follow you into chaos?”

“Why not? You’re already here.” His voice was smooth and seductive, the challenge hanging in the air like a promise. As he stepped even closer, the world around you seemed to dissolve into nothingness. The offer was tempting. Too tempting for your liking. You purse your lips, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he sees you considering it. "C'mon, you know you want to." You nod your head, "Fine."

TBC...

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Bada Lee Fic Recommendations

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note: most of the fics will contain angst, fluff, suggestive/smut, toxic relationship ish? i'll possibly continue to update this list and make a one-shot ver if i don't get lazy. enjoyyy!! btw adding a writers work here basically means i recommend their whole acc!

last updated: 22 dec 2023

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Losing Touch Untouched (Part 2) - Gang Member!Bada Lee x Reader synopsis: Picking up your girlfriend from the police station does not seem like a good date idea for you. Especially if she refuses to talk about the very things that got her in trouble with the police. ↳ by @beetlejuicyy

The Duplicate Part 2 - Bada Lee x 1 Million Member!Reader synopsis: - ↳ by @throughthebluesea

Speak Now - Bada Lee x Actress!Reader synopsis: You and Bada have been best friends since you transferred to her school during 8th grade. Both are harboring feelings for each other but chose to remain as friends just in case being in a relationship doesn't work out between you. You made a pact to be each other's date during holidays and occasions that carried on to adulthood. You had to go away but Bada's feelings for you remained. She wanted to ask you out when you come back but when you did, she found out you're already engaged to someone else. Will this be a tragic love story or will she finally gather up courage to be with you after all these years? ↳ by @mikachacha

Secret Love Song Part 2 - Bada Lee x BEBE!Reader synopsis: Being in a secret relationship is not easy, especially if you are hiding it to the whole world. — or — the heavy weight of the strained relationship you have with Bada has just become too overwhelming. ↳ by @mikaleialt

Ignited Fire - Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: Y/n S/n, an Architecture student and Bada Lee, a Performing Arts student shares an apartment at their university. They are doing great until Bada started bringing different girls at night forbidding Y/n to focus on her studies. Things went south when Bada stated her adoration towards Y/n. It all went downhill when one night ruined Y/n’s heart. ↳ by @bleu-seas

Full Moon Part 2 - Succubus!Bada Lee x Fem!Reader synopsis: - ↳ by @sun-nyy

Admire. - Bada Lee x Jam Republic OC!Reader (Lea Chang) synopsis: In which Bada unexpectedly gets to see and battle her long-time idol and crush on a survival show she was in, Street Woman Fighter. ↳ by @yxine

Homewrecker - Bada Lee x Reader synopsis: Bada is lonely, you fix that. ↳ by @sydnerss

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softxsuki · 2 years ago

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I feel like this is a weird request, and I just wanted to say before hand that I’m not in this situation anymore but sometimes I imagine something similar happened when it was in effect. Could you maybe write about the toman boys (as a group, as toman I mean) somehow finding out their friend is currently an active victim of sex trafficking? How they’d react to it and stuff? I think a lot of ppl dont realize a lot of times with kids it’s not being thrown in a cage or something, often they let you go to school and live a normal life too. If you feel the need to do research b4 writing BTW, I recommend watching some TIKTOKS by nicolegrows as she had a very similar experience to me

Toman with Reader Who is A Victim of Trafficking

DO NOT. I REPEAT. DO. NOT. READ THIS IF MENTIONS OF SEX TRAFFICKING WILL TRIGGER YOU!

Pairings: Toman x Gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of sex trafficking, needing counseling for trauma/PTSD

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 470

Summary: In which Toman finds out that you're actively a victim of sex trafficking

[A/N; Thanks for letting me know that this request was actually urgent. I just got a second today to write this. The best I could do was headcanons, because I physically couldn't write out a more detailed description of this scenario, but I hope it's helpful. You just said Toman, so I wrote how the gang as a whole would respond to finding out about this! I'm glad you made it through something as horrible as this. The world is a scary place.

cutting this here, incase anyone ignores my warnings. PROCEED WITH CAUTION PLS.

Okay well first of all, as soon as they find out that you’re in any kind of danger, Mikey commands everyone immediately to get into action to save you

You’re their friend; though not officially in the gang because they didn’t want to put you into any danger from the many enemies they have, you remained friendly with each other and hung out frequently

Baji was the one who noticed something strange, so he took matters into his own hands; he secretly followed you around and took note of any suspicious activity he saw from the people around you

But certain things made everything very clear and so he reported it all to Mikey right away, who them proceeded to act immediately

Their first step is taking you away from the people who are doing this to you–whether you’re aware of your situation or not; it doesn’t matter, they’re getting you out of there

It becomes a small operation, only the Captains and vice captains of the divisions along with Mikey and Draken are in charge of safely collecting you and ensuring that you never have to be in that environment again

They call the police to inform them, and show up to your “home” without their gang uniforms on–their job is to take you out of there, not draw attention to themselves and risk the perpetrators running off before the police even arrive. The police could deal with everything else when they got there

It took everything in Toman not to take their anger out on your “caretakers”; it was now Toman’s job to take care of you and give you a new home with them, not get in trouble and leave you alone

Obviously, you needed a lot of support from all your friends, and professional support as well, which they all helped you out with

Mitsuya was probably the one you ended up confiding in the most–being as he was an older brother to his younger sisters, you felt especially safe with him

But aside from him, the boys all made you feel very welcome and safe

If they weren’t protective of you before, they definitely were now

Mikey had ordered someone to always be on guard of you at all times, if he wasn’t available to do it (he usually was, but in the rare case that he couldn’t, another toman member would quietly be keeping an eye on you from afar)

You’d most likely be living with Mikey and his Grandfather, who treated you with so much kindness and understanding after Mikey explained everything to the older man

You were Toman’s family now and they’d do anything to make sure you continued your life the way you were meant to live it; helping you with anything you needed in the process to recover and overcome everything that had happened to you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 5/11/2023

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lueurjun · 2 years ago

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hufflepuff boyfriend heeseung

feeling really inspired these days idk why, hence why the frequent posts. i might do a written scenario on this too. also lmk if you want more hogwarts enhypen. this is also really long so i’m very sorry about that but i’m running on no sleep it’s 5 am and i’m tired so pls if it’s bad cut me some slack aasdhfkfkdl enjoy

idc what anyone says lee heeseung screams hufflepuff to me

maybe bc i’m a hufflepuff and i want that man in my house

let me have my moment

for the sake of this you guys are also in hufflepuff because this was an impulsive burst of motivation I DONT HAVE A LOT TO WORK WITH RIGHT NOW PLS LET ME LIVE

change it in your mind if you’d like

anyways we’re going for the you fell first, he fell harder trope

i mean who wouldn’t fall at the mere sight of him?

you began harbouring a little crush on him during third year

specifically during potions class when he took the fall for you against snape after you messed up the shrinking potion

he wasn’t even mad. he just gave you a small smile and told you ( gently) to be more careful

you never messed up ever again because if lee heeseung tells you to be careful YOU BE CAREFUL

anyways yes from then on you’re all heart eyes for him any interaction leaves you a bumbling mess

he once sat down next to you in the great hall and you damn near drowned yourself in pumpkin juice

he didn’t reciprocate your crush until fifth year

he’s a lil slow but hey! we got there in the end

his crush specifically started after he got sick and had to spend some time in the hospital wing and you went to great lengths to get past madam pomfrey JUST to give him your notes

you’re an adorable little magic try hard for him like who would go to great lengths like you? no one heeseung should put a ring on it rn

or else i will

jkjk

unless…

ANYWAYS

you’re very good at hiding your crush ( for the most part other than the fact that you freeze whenever he’s around ) but you’re not completely hopeless

heeseung, on the other hand, is absolutely hopeless

anytime you’re in the vicinity this boy becomes a blushing mess

literally heart eyes for you

you notice that he’s acting different and at first it scares you because suddenly he seems distant

and you start panicking

so you go to sunghoon

bad idea

“is heeseung mad at me?”

“yes. he hates you.”

“WHAT?!”

cue jake stepping in with a wild look of panic on his face

“HE DOESN’T HATE YOU!! SUNGHOON WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS OUR DEAR FRIENDS SOULMATE!!! WHY ARE YOU CAUSING TROUBLE?”

sunghoon just sips his pumpkin juice and goes: “funny”

it wasn’t funny you almost cried

little baby hogwarts student riki who follows them around found it hilarious tho

“HA GOOD ONE HYUNG”

jake is like a stressed out father

“riki nishimura eat your toast!”

and you’re just confused because you heard jake call you heeseung’s soulmate in a moment of stress

heeseung is blissfully unaware of the turmoil at the dinner table when he strolls into the great hall

though he goes paler than nearly headless nick when he sees you, his precious little soulmate, surrounded by the group of demon spawns he calls his friends

he manages to go even paler when you stand up and march towards him with a look of determination

and he’s taken by surprise when you yank his tie and drag him out of the great hall prompting many hoots and whistles from your friends

poor heeseung just wanted some breakfast

you pull him into a quiet corner and he’s absolutely petrified

“do you hate me?”

you surprise yourself with how blunt you are

it takes a moment for the question to register in heeseung’s mind and when it does…he starts?? laughing

like manically

him? hate you? that’s the funniest joke he’s ever been told

then he catches onto your ‘wtf’ look and realizes that you’re serious

mortified. sickened. DEVASTATED at the fact that you think he hates you

“no-no! oh my god! no no. i don’t hate you? HATE YOU? ME? Goodness no! I’m sorry I made you feel that way-it’s just…you make me nervous and you’re really good looking and i think-no i KNOW! I KNOW i’m in love with you. please don’t hate me”

honestly you aren’t sure what you was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that

you’re at a loss of words because holy shit

lee heeseung likes- no! no he said loves! he loves you

there’s no words that come out

instead you dry heave and heeseung nearly sobs at the fact that he made you almost throw up with his confession

and that makes him dry heave

so there you both are in the corridor continuously heaving

jake, sunghoon and riki are peeking around the corner watching the whole exchange

one looks perplexed, and the other two look absolutely delighted

“bet you five galleons heeseung throws up first”

“you’re on”

“you are not betting on our friends failure! and riki stop gambling you’re like six”

anyways back to the shit show which is confession land

both of you manage to keep down the contents inside your stomach much to the dismay of sunghoon and riki

“i wasn’t- i got nervous!” you try to explain

“it’s completely fine! i wasn’t meant to confess like that and i already knew you weren’t like-into me—“

sunghoon has had enough

bro pops out from around the corner

“they’ve liked you since before merlin was even cruising around! just date already and spare me of this torture!”

everyone say thank you to sunghoon because after his help, the two of you start dating

finally! this took longer than i anticipated-i got carried away very sorry! okay continue

THE RELATIONSHIP YAY EVERYONE APPLAUD

the professors definitely shipped it and had bets on you both

snape owed mcgonagall twenty galleons

even dumbledore was in on it

holding hands under the table is an absolute must

heeseung does this thing when he senses you getting a bit stressed out in class where he’ll rub his thumb over the back of your hand

finding you both curled up together in the common room is a regular occurrence

you’re both devastatingly awkward but in the cutest way

that’s also really painful to watch sometimes

cue your friend group watching you get all blushy and flustered after shamelessly flirting with each other

“someone break them up before i avada kedavra myself here and now”

dragging heeseung by the tie is a common occurrence

and he has a thing for walking behind you gripping the sides of your shirt or robes

you’re both terribly protective of each other

if anyone hurts heeseung’s feelings, oh boy! not even voldemort would be able to stop you

“did they just insult you, hee? i think they did. HEY YOU! SAY THAT TO HIM AGAIN AND WATCH HOW FAST I RIP EVERY HAIR OUT OF YOUR SCALP, YOU TOAD!”

and if anyone upsets you? oh boy.

he literally shaved someone’s eyebrows off for making you cry. man knows no consequence when it comes to protecting his partner

you both get really shy about pda

so that means whenever you want to share a peck, one of you will hold up a book to hide your faces

making out in the restricted section is a must

the two of you start sneaking off and it becomes noticeable to your friends

“where are they?”

“probably swallowing each others tongues”

when they finally investigate they find out that the two of you have been sneaking off to read muggle stories to each other in the abandoned bathroom

even moaning myrtle cringes at how in love the two of you are

the two of you are really happy

and everyone else is happy that you’re happy

“dibs on naming the future child!”

“sunghoon you are absolutely never naming our baby”

“why not? sunghoon jr lee has a nice ring to it”

you manage to compromise and agree to let sunghoon be the best man at your wedding

he did get the two of you together

perhaps the two of you should repay the favour and find him a match?

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claymoresword · 2 years ago

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The Queen And Her Knight | Chp: 6

Alicent Hightower x Knight Fem!Reader

Summary: Alicent Hightower against her better judgement, falls in love with her sworn protector. Can she bear to fight her feelings or will she finally just give in?

Wordcount: 2.8k

Pairing: Alicent x Reader

Warnings: mention of SA, fluff, angst, smut (?)

Note: as i added in the warning above there is mention of assault in this. ive added asterisks before the paragraph so u can skip it if u need to but again do not read it if its going to be triggering! take care of urselves pls

initially i had ideas to write actual smut for this chapter but leading up to it didn't really feel organic so i changed my mind

i do have plans for it in the future though pls dont get mad it will come have patience!

anyway i hope u enjoy this one as usual let me know what u think <3

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The council meeting had ended hours ago but the day’s far from over.

You’ve been searching every inch of the castle for the crown Prince but to no avail.

Stepping inside Alicent’s chambers you spot Ser Criston next to her. It seems you had walked in on them mid conversation.

“Whatever you may feel for me, as your Queen.” You catch Alicent whisper to Criston.

Your eyebrows knitted together, what could they have been possibly speaking about that would warrant such a statement?

“I will not fail you.” Criston responds.

A beat passes and they still failed to acknowledge your presence.

You cleared your throat before speaking.

“You asked to see me, Your Grace?”

Alicent turns to look at you, moving to further her distance from the other Knight.

“Yes, Lady y/n.” You catch Alicent let out a relieved sigh and for a moment you wonder if she shared the same sentiment.

That early morning’s events had left you feeling repugnant. Criston always had trouble controlling his impulses but witnessing him kill an innocent man in cold blood was not something you could overlook. He was a man without honor and you did not respect it.

Seeing him in close proximity to the Queen now, you could not help but feel protective. Your hand reflexively resting on the hilt of your sword.

“That will be all Ser Criston, you may go.” Alicent says.

Criston doesn’t move. Instead, he shoots you a hard stare, a look you had no problem reciprocating. You gripped your sword tighter, prepared for the physical challenge if it presented itself.

He forfeits the staring contest to glance at the Queen once more before bowing his head at her. Finally walking out, leaving the two of you alone.

How a man at his age could behave with such pettiness was beyond you.

Alicent walks over to her door quickly shutting it. Making her way back she pulls you into a kiss. The sudden nature of it was followed by a familiar fluttering in your belly as the Queen’s lips moved against yours.

Smiling into the kiss, your hand found her face, holding it tenderly.

“I despise today.” Alicent says after ending the kiss.

Brushing your thumb against her cheek, you spoke.

“I’m afraid I must disappoint you further my Queen. I had no luck locating the Prince.”

“I checked in with Ser Erryk and he only mentioned the Prince might have gone into the city.”

“Erryk? Which one’s that?”

Alicent asks with some asperity and you have to suppress the urge to laugh.

“He’s the Prince’s sworn guard, Alicent.”

“Oh, that’s right– Erryk.” The Queen nods, walking away from you.

“Just as well, I have already sent Ser Criston to search for Aegon in the city. I only hope he will have better luck.”

You attempt to hide your disapproval at that but your face betrays you.

Alicent notices before you manage to school your expression.

“What is it?” The Queen questions as she takes a seat at her table.

“After this morning’s theatrics I can’t help but doubt his competence.” You answer after a beat.

Alicent furrows her eyebrows.

“Yes, Ser Criston has always been..” The Queen pauses as if trying to find the right words.

“Passionate.”

She finally says.

That left you feeling even more unsettled. Her answer provided no reassurance.

You stepped forward kneeling down in front of Alicent, your hands on the armrests of her chair.

“Should I be worried?”

Her eyes met yours, gaze softened with adoration. You watched as her eyes flitted to your lips before answering.

“He has never laid a hand on me, my love.” Alicent says.

You scan her face for a moment, trying to catch any trace of dishonesty. You knew how good she was at deceiving others when it came to her emotions but you had gotten even better at seeing through it.

“Okay.” You said once satisfied that she was telling you the truth.

“But I swear if he ever tries to hurt you he will not be returning to Dorne in one piec–”

Alicent cuts you off by planting a quick kiss on your lips. Earning a smile from you. Your heart feeling like it could burst for the amount of love you felt for your Queen.

Your fingers getting lost in her hair, you quickly pulled her in for a real kiss. You moved to deepen it right away, tongue grazing her bottom lip and Alicent's mouth opens wider in response. The Queen lets out a whimper against your lips as she pulls you closer by your collar, making it difficult for you to think clearly.

Your hands moved to grip her waist. Tilting your head, you left a trail of kisses starting from her jaw, and then her neck.

Alicent’s chest is heaving as you pulled down her dress slightly to place an open mouthed kiss against her collar bone. Moving further down, you planted another at the swell of her breast.

The Queen’s hand finds the back of your neck before moving to grip your hair, she tugs at it forcing you to lift your head.

“Wait–” She says in between pants.

Alicent’s darkened gaze further igniting your desire for her.

Placing her hands on your shoulders she shoves you lightly before sitting upright.

“You have many talents y/n and distracting me is evidently one of them.”

She states and a smirk forms on your lips.

“Well you flatter me, Your Grace.” You quipped, smirk growing into a broad smile.

Alicent rolls her eyes at you before looking away to hide her own grin. Your heart swells at the sight.

“Will you please escort me to the Tower Of The Hand? I have to speak to my father.” Alicent says before standing up, compelling you to do the same.

The air between the both of you still thick. You are admittedly having trouble shaking off the intense make out session that was just abruptly ended moments ago.

Alicent must have noticed as she tugs at the hem of your breeches causing your face to be inches away from hers again, she kisses you deeply.

“Let us have supper tonight? Once the matter with Aegon is settled.” She whispers against your lips.

“I would love to.”

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Walking through Maegor’s Holdfast, you had intentions to visit Prince Aegon as you had not seen him since before he disappeared.

You had the desire to make sure he was prepared for his coronation tomorrow and perhaps talk him out of any plots he might have of escaping again.

Walking past a group of handmaidens you gave them a warm smile before bowing at them politely. Soon you spotted the Lord Hand in the distance speaking to somebody just out of your range of vision, they were hidden behind a pillar.

It wasn’t unusual for you come across Otto of course but his hushed tone is what made you feel inclined to stop and eavesdrop.

“I noticed you have spent many hours with the Queen as of late, Lord Larys.”

“There is no reason those hours could not in the end benefit you.”

Hearing the tail end of that conversation was enough to make you physically recoil.

What in the seven hells was he implying?

You weren’t allowed much time to ruminate as the Hand quickly spots you.

Resuming your walk to Aegon’s chambers you pretended to have not overheard their talk.

Larys throwing you a smile as he passes you, his attempt at gallantry merely causes the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.

“My Lord Hand.”

You bowed your head in respect to quickly acknowledge Otto but he stops you in your tracks again by harshly grabbing your arm.

You had no choice but to listen to what he had to say.

“The Prince needs his rest my Lady, he will not welcome any vistors.”

Otto states and you feel anger creeping up on you quickly. Forcing your lips into a cold smile before responding to him.

“Did the Prince himself, say that my Lord? Or are you merely speaking for him?”

Otto doesn’t respond instead he stares at you in a way that suggested his word was final.

The day has been challenging enough and you did not wish to add to the burden.

Bowing your head again you turn around to take your leave. You settled at the prospect of visiting Aegon early on the morrow.

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Alicent sighed as she shut the door to her chambers. Immediately dragging her feet to the flagon of wine, pouring herself a cup.

Truth be told she was more than ready to get into bed and fall into a slumber, but the supper with you was one thing she had been looking forward to since you left her side.

She hears the door open and is glad to be greeted by your presence but an unwanted voice calls out to her instead.

“Your Grace.”

“The hour is late, Lord Larys.” Alicent doesn’t attempt to mask her exasperation.

“I only desired to share a conversation I had with the Lord Hand early today, Your Grace.”

“As you were the topic of said conversation I feel it would not be fair to keep it from you.”

Alicent’s swallows the lump in her throat.

Lord Larys’ presence may often be a discomfort to her but as far as she knows he had always told her the truth.

“Go on my Lord, what did my father have to say?”

Alicent doesn’t bother facing him, instead she lifts the cup to her lips, taking a large swig of wine.

“There was a mention of your shortage of allies as of late, Your Grace.” Larys starts.

“I simply put myself forward as a remedy to that.”

Alicent felt sick.

Larys was speaking in riddles but she understood him well enough.

“As of tomorrow the realm will be officially divided, you will need as many on your side as possible.”

“As Lord of Harrenhal I can assist in ensuring that you will always have somebody by your side.”

Larys steps closer and any effort Alicent has made to move away did not work.

She felt paralysed.

“You must get so lonely.” He reaches out brushing a strand of hair out of Alicent’s face.

She could not move but she mustered just enough to speak.

“You cross a line Lord Strong. How dare you lay a hand on your Queen.”

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You made your way over to Alicent’s chambers later than usual as you had spent some of the day with Prince Aemond. You could always count on him to make you to lose track of time.

Nearing the Queen’s room you had noticed her door had been left slightly ajar but Ser Criston was nowhere to be seen. Either he left his post to find a chamber pot or he is in the room with her, again.

Pushing the door open, you stepped inside. The sight you are met with makes your blood run cold.

Larys had Alicent pinned on the ground, you watched as she squirmed underneath him trying to fight her way out of his hold.

You unsheathed your sword storming up to him. You roughly grabbed the back of his shirt, successfully pulling him off her with one harsh tug.

He falls backwards onto the ground, a look on his face that only made you grow hot with fury. He had the audacity to look shocked at your interference.

“Have you lost your mind?!” You shouted.

Larys attempted to sit up but you pressed the tip of your sword directly into his neck, drawing blood.

He winces at the pain and it only urged you to push further.

“Have you any last words before I remove your head? You miserable fuck.” You were trembling with anger.

“Wait y/n. You can’t– don’t kill him.”

Alicent says in between sobs, her voice barely audible.

You glanced at the Queen not making any moves to remove your sword. Still intent on taking the man’s life that assaulted her.

Alicent knew you too well to mince words with you in this moment.

“Spare him. I command it.”

You removed the steel from his neck, sheathing your sword at once.

As much as you hated it Alicent was right, the Lord of Harrenhal murdered in the Queen’s chambers the night before Aegon’s coronation would look very bad.

“What do you suppose I do with him instead, Your Grace?”

Alicent opens her mouth to answer but she is interrupted by Ser Criston walking in, rushing over to the scene.

Making eye contact with him, your fist moved quicker than your mind could comprehend.

You punched him in the face.

Criston stumbles back holding his face in shock.

“Why did you let him in?” You asked through gritted teeth, your hand gripping the collar of his shirt.

“I-” He stutters, failing to answer and you roll your eyes.

Hand still gripping his shirt you pulled him closer to speak directly into his ear.

“Lord Larys had just tried to assault the Queen. You make sure he rots in a cell until the end of his days.”

Criston nods, harshly grabbing Larys to force him on his feet practically dragging him out of the Queen’s chambers.

Somewhere during your confrontation with Criston, Alicent had began sobbing again. Now that the two of you were alone she still has not stopped.

You knelt down, hand instinctively on Alicent’s back you were weary of touching her too much. Unsure if she even wanted you to.

“I’m so sorry Alicent.” You say and she immediately turns to pull you into a hug.

For several minutes you held the Queen in your arms as she sobbed in your chest.

After her crying subsided Alicent remained resting her head against your shoulder with your arms around her. The Queen makes no effort to move to her bed so you decide to help her.

“Come my love let’s get you to bed.”

Alicent doesn’t respond for a moment but eventually she nods before standing up. You swiftly lifted her in your arms before she could walk, the Queen lets out yelp in surprise.

Carrying her to bed bridal style, adorably you caught a faint blush forming on Alicent’s cheeks but decide not to comment on it.

Setting Alicent down in her bed gently you carefully draped the covers over her.

“Do you want me to stay?”

The answer was obvious by the way Alicent was gripping your arm but you felt it important to ask before climbing into bed with her after the night she’s had.

“Please.” Alicent nods, pulling you closer she shuffles to the other side allowing you space to lay in her bed.

Putting out the candle on your side of the bed you reached over to do the same to her side but Alicent surprises you by crashing her lips against yours.

Expecting it to be a quick kiss, you reciprocated. You attempted to pull away but Alicent stills your movement by placing a hand on the back of your neck.

“Please just keep kissing me. I want to feel you.” Alicent’s breath against your lips.

You leaned in, kissing her properly this time. Your hand that remained firmly against her jaw she quickly guided to her waist.

You kiss her deeply, still cautious but tender. Alicent moves her hand underneath your shirt running her palm across your bare stomach. No doubt she can feel your goose bumps forming at her touch.

Disconnecting the kiss to speak, you leaned back to look at her.

“My love, are you sure?”

Alicent nods, her other hand moving to the back of your neck once again. Pulling you close.

“I need to feel you.” She repeats.

Alicent need not ask again, you understood what she was saying.

Moving fully under the covers, you settled your hips in between Alicent’s legs as you placed feather light kisses on her cheek down to her neck, chest and everywhere else she allowed.

Erasing any trace of Larys there may be left on her skin.

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“I want to make you Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.”

Alicent blurts out into a silent dark room and you let out a huff in amusement.

“Alicent, you must try and sleep.”

You moved your hand along her back soothingly, you’d truthfully been drifting off yourself before she spoken.

“I’m being serious.” She says firmly.

“As am I. You are going to be exhausted come the morrow.” You matched her tone.

“You do not accept?” Alicent lifts her head to look at you.

“Your Grace, I am hardly competent enough to lead.”

“You would make a better leader than Ser Criston.” Alicent remarks, her hand moving to rest on your chest.

“That much we know for certain.” You mutter.

“Will you sleep on it? Give me an answer on the morrow.”

You nod, arguing with your Queen no further.

Alicent seemed content at that, moving closer she lifts your arm to drape it around herself. Head resting against your shoulder as she finally drifted off to sleep.

#alicent hightower #alicent hightower x reader #aemond targaryen #rhaenicent #aegon ii targaryen #criston cole x reader

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shuyamino · 1 year ago

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PUTTING YOU IN YOUR PLACE

pairing(s) : ✒ ،، mysta rias x reader

notes : ✒ ،، this is just the finished portion of this fic. i meant to write the rest (which is him fucking you) but i just never did, but this portion is good enough too tbh. have fun!

also, pls dont treat ur crushes this way. LOL

minors + ageless blogs dni (u will b blocked) ;; read through content before reading more!

“Are you even listening to me?“

You look up from your notebook with your eyebrows pinched tight. You were listening for a while, but you initially figured Mysta would just taper off and finish his portion of the project. Mysta’s lips are pursed, and even with the library chatter, you can hear the incessant tapping of his feet. The growing animosity between the two of you can be cut by a butter knife at this point. As elated as you were to be paired with him, it seemed like neither of you could get through these study sessions without arguing.

It was mostly your fault with your knee-jerk reaction to act cold. By this point, it was all autopilot. And as much as you wanted to apologize —

“No. I’m doing my work, unlike you.” You reply after a beat of silence, hoping your voice stays stable. You mentally cursed yourself – why was that your initial response to him? It was stupid. You’re in college, acting like a three-year-old with a crush. You’re basically one step away from pulling his hair in the playground. “Are you done talking?”

“I–” Mysta pauses to take a deep breath. “Okay. We need to talk.”

You pause. The bitter edge of Mysta’s tone made your heart sink – maybe it was time to apologize. Come clean and explain why you were acting like a child but you bite your bottom lip and should listen. It’s easy to sit still and let him talk.

“...I should go, actually.” You say instead. Your body moves before you can help it – standing up from your chair and moving to pack your things. Mysta is quicker. He stands from his seat and blocks you from getting away. Your attempt to step back is met with the heavy, wooden table. “Mysta, move.”

“Not until you tell me what the hell your deal is.”

Your eyes scan the library floor – it wasn’t as filled with other students. Mysta insisted on climbing up to the top floors because the louder floors ruined his attention span. Still, even if there were fewer patrons – you two were still in public, even in the more secluded corners of this floor.

Mysta doesn’t budge, continuing to crowd into your space.

No, no. This can’t be happening –

Your cheeks burn. Mysta is looking down at you now, his face twisted to an annoyed sneer. He’s not the tallest person but is significantly taller than you – forcing you to tilt your head up just to meet his gaze.

“What is it? Did I say something to offend you or piss you off?” Mysta continues. His breath fans against your cheeks as you stand there, hoping to push down the incessant pounding of your heart. “I know I can be a dickhead sometimes, but you’re just…always one!”

You drop your gaze to the ground, your fingers fidgeting with your sweater sleeve. You’re conflicted – a part of you elated that Mysta is initiating…something. But a more prideful part of you wants him away.

“Why are you looking away?” Mysta clicks his tongue. “If there’s something I did wrong, you should tell me. You had no trouble spouting shit at me before – what changed now?”

“W-well…” You begin, voice pinched. You close your eyes before sucking in a shaky breath. “Can you back up first?”

A pause. Mysta wasn’t going to move anytime soon.

“...P…Please…?”

The sudden shift in the air is almost palpable when that word slipped from your mouth. Mysta’s eyes lidded – the usually bright blue irises darken as he stares down at you. A pleased smirk curves his lips – one that should piss you off; instead, it makes your face burn brighter. Even under the consistent air conditioning of the library, you feel hot under the collar. You clench your fists, hoping to ground yourself by doing so.

“Are you blushing?” He asks, incredulous. A deep chuckle slips past his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. Your jaw slacks, mouth hanging open at his reaction. He leans closer to get a better look at your face. “Oh my god, you are.”

“I-I’m not!” You protest. “Fuck off.”

“Ah, there it is. All that bite but no bark.” Mysta’s voice drops an octave, a tone you weren’t used to. He’d always been such a loudmouth; not once could you have predicted he could drop his voice like this. “You could easily punch me or push me off. I’m not that much bigger than you.”

“I’m not –” Your words get caught in your throat. “I-I don’t…”

“What is it? Do you like it when I talk to you like this?”

“We’re in…we’re in public.” You snap, hoping it would be enough to deter him, though the slight tremble in your voice wasn’t convincing enough.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” A sparkle of mischief flashes in Mysta’s eyes, and it looks like his smirk grew wider. “If all I needed to do was talk like this to get you to shut the fuck up, I would’ve done it sooner.”

“Fuck you, Mysta.”

Mysta hums. “You said it yourself – we’re in public.” He even dares to sound scandalized. As if he wasn’t the one crowding into your space. “...Unless you’re into that, of course.”

He’s absolutely shameless. You knew this from his crude jokes, but he never fails to catch you off guard.

Just as you were about to push him away and escape the suddenly stuffy library – a pair of girls pass by, chatting with one another. You were overlooked entirely, but their voices broke the brittle tension between you. It collapses all at once. Your face cools down, and the heat is much more bearable than before. Mysta shifts back and turns his attention towards the two girls – you couldn’t fully catch his expression, but you spotted the slightest glare from the side.

The two women pass without much of a glance. It wasn’t long until they were out of earshot.

Mysta sighs, irritated, before turning back to face you. The almost-predatory glint that settled over his blue eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Why don’t we talk more in private?” Mysta whispers against your ear, his cool breath fanning against your flushed skin. Any convictions left in your mind disappear as you nod your head.

#mysta rias x reader #mysta x reader #luxiem imagine #luxiem x reader #mysta rias imagines #casper★writes #im back but also not really hi hello

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sainturl · 3 months ago

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This is a little something for the webtoon I'm planning on making soon. I want to make it a full fledged comic at some point but I need a story to actually go off of so I'm making this. I truly do not know how long this will be. This is purely for fun. If there are typos, have mercy on me I'm dyslexic :3 and pls note that I am NOT A WRITER!!! I'm not a pro unfortunately to make stories :( I read them I don't make them. anyways this is probably gonna be pure dog water.

I also have two songs. You can listen to either one, they're technically the same song but ones a little different. So you can choose :3 which eva.

WARNINGS ‼️- Mentions of gore, and zombies ofc

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"hey, can you pass this over to Jess?" The blonde boy next to gou says in a quiet whisper. He leans over his desk and hands him a folded piece of paper quickly then sits back into his seat as he acts like he's still working on his assignment, to of course not get in trouble by the strict teacher.

Gou sighs and look at the brunette girl sitting in front of him. He taps her shoulder and she turns around almost immediately, like she was anticipating this happening. He motions the paper to her and she snatches it from his hand to read it at her desk and giggle to herself.

This wasn't the first time they used gou to pass on their lovey dovey notes. Written with the same red pens.

"I dont get it" gou thinks to himself. He rubs his eyes, his prominent eyebags causing them to sting a bit. He leans on his hand letting his long brown hair cover his eyes as an attempt to ignore the teacher for the rest of class.

The bell rings, echoing in the classroom into gous ears. He wakes up, his eyes trying to focus back from the blurriness from his small nap. Gous classmates walk past his desk and out the door. He takes it as a sign to grab his backpack and start to make his way outside of the classroom into the crowded hallway. "School is almost over.." Gou thought to himself. "finally a senior, I'll graduate, then I'll be able to leave my god forsaken home".

Gou had a love hate relationship with the hallways of his school. He hated how loud his classmates were. The laughter and shouting was deafening. But at the same time all he could think about was the people he was going to see waiting for him.

After walking just a little bit more down the hallway, gou spots his favorite people in the world. They were sitting on the disgusting school floor that he has told them millions of times how they should just suffer the pain of standing.

The hallway was slowly getting more crowded.

Gou moves a piece of his hair out of his dark eyes behind his ear, then waves to greet his friends. A smile planted on my face.

Students are starting to move more quickly through the hallways. They're probably excited to go home.

Gous friends have been the only thing keeping him psychically going. They've been his distraction from the outside world, from everyone else, from his home. The way their existence makes him muffle the rest of the world so it's only them he focuses on. Their faces always make him feel a type of calm, like everything is okay, everything is safe. He couldn't imagine a life without them.

People start running and screaming. Something's wrong.

"what the.." Gous hand slowly lowers. He quickly looks around and sees people running around him, bumping and pushing him in the process. He looks at his friends to hopefully get an answer of what's happening. Instead they sprint towards gou, running into students and teachers in the process. They grab gou by his blue sleeve and sprint into the direction of the front doors of the school.

"g-guys?". Gou asks quietly. He looks around at his friends pushing and shoving around students, they don't answer his question. Which he can't blame them.

They soon reach the front doors of the school, as expected it's extremely full. Kids being squished and screaming out of either pure agony from the pressure of everyone pushing them through a small entrance, or because of whatever they're running from.

"what are they thinking! We're gonna be crushed if we try to go through those doors!"

After many painful attempts to get through the front doors, they finally make it out. Having a few cuts and red marks that Gou knew would turn into bruises. He looks around his schools land only to see the same trees where kids would sit and either do their homework or just mess around. The same walking trails students would take to get to their comfortable homes. The same bikes and cars parked in the parking lot belonging to some of the kids and teachers.

He's confused. Everything felt the same, if anything he was feeling nostalgic. Remembering all the laughs and warm feelings everyone would feel being with some of their favorite people in the world.

"h-hey freya, what's going-"

A horrific scream is heard behind them, the small group turns around to see a young girl on her stomach. It's Bella. One of gous classmates. You'd assume she'd be rude and snobby because she was in the cheerleading team, but she was actually super sweet.

Her eyes are wide and red. Her mouth is agape trying to scream but nothing's coming out. She's reaching out for anything ahead of her. But no one wanted to help. Or even be around her for that matter. Not because of her, but because of what's above her.

A woman with discolored, purpling skin. Her hair greasy and thin. Eyes that are dark but clouded over. Her mouth was agape, showing her discolored, and several missing teeth. And her clothes are covered in holes and in a layer of filth, and what looked like vomit and blood. The words on her shirt are unreadable. She looked like a monster.

The monster spins bella around so she can look her in the face. She bends down so she's a few inches away from her and screeches loudly into her face. It was blood curdling, piercing the silence. It sounded like an animal in pain.

Suddenly she sinks her teeth into the young girl's shoulder, causing her to screech in pain and agony. Her hands try to grab anything to get her out of this. And tears run down her face as she cries for help, any help. But no one could. Everyone just stared in shock and horror. The monster is tearing her body into bits and pieces. The sounds were disgusting, it almost made gou want to throw up.

Her cries stopped.

And the ugly creature keeps attacking her poor lifeless body.

And like a switch, it causes more commotion. Students scream and start running in different directions trying to escape. But there's too many of these things around. More of gous fellow classmates become victims of these ugly creatures, screaming, crying, being torn to bits and pieces.

The atmosphere was rough. Everything felt cold and dreary. Gou tried to move..but he couldn't. Whatever was happening to him he couldn't explain. It was like his feet were stuck to the ground. His hands were stuck to his side, his breath was heavy. In through his nose then out his mouth. Everything was muffled around him as he stared at the lifeless body of his classmate. So many thoughts were going through his head. What could he even do? Where do they go? What's happening? How did this even start? His vision was getting dizzy and blurry.

"gou! gOU! HEY! WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!" Gou suddenly snapped back into this gruesome reality thanks to Freya.

Freya grabs Gou by his shoulders and shakes him. He opens his mouth wanting to say something... but is unsure what to even say.

"JUST GRAB HIM AND RUN!" Aiden shouts in urgency.

Freya obeys and grabs my wrist and runs in the direction where Aiden and Eli were standing, at the edge of the nearby forest.

"listen w-we can go into the forest. Then we can find our way back to the neighborhood-"

Elis sentence quickly gets cut off as another one of these roamers tackles him to the ground and starts to rip into his clothes. It bites into his neck just like Bella.

But Eli tries to fight off the monster, punches and kicks are thrown as a weak attempt to escape. But it wouldn't budge. It was getting pushed back a bit but it still had its eyes on Eli, like he was all it saw.

Aiden screams and runs to try and help Eli. He grabs his hands tightly to try and pull him from under the monster. It wasn't helping. So Aiden, like an idiot, tries to push off the disgusting beast from on top of Eli. He kept running and throwing himself at it.

But it was so much stronger than him, so much stronger than any of them. It grabs Aiden by his wrists and pulls him towards itself.

It bites him. Leaving a huge gash in his shoulder. Aiden screams in pain as he struggles to runs back to where Freya and Gou were standing. Aiden grips his bleeding shoulder and grunts and whines.

"w-we have to go.." Aiden says shakily.

"but..but what about eli-"

"LETS JUST GO! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Aiden cuts off Freya. His lip quivers almost like he's on the brink of tears.

Freya flinches and is silenced. Her and Gou nod and start to jog into the forest trails. But not before turning around to look at Eli still on the ground. His lifeless body being devoured by these disgusting beasts. It was so brutal..the way his mouth was filled with blood and his eyes were so cloudy.

Freya's eyes fill with tears as she continues to catch up to the group. The last time she'll ever see Eli again.

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"Eli stop!!" Freya says in a playful tone. As she swats elis hand away from her face.

"I'm just messing with you Freya". Eli says teasing Freya.

"Ugh" Aiden rolls his eyes in annoyance. "You two are such love birds.."

Gou just smiles slightly and giggles at Aiden's joke. Gou didn't talk much but he was glad his friends were the talkers of the group. They would gladly do all the talking for him anyday.

It was the start of their senior year. They were taking their usual trail to get home, through the forest that was next door to their school. Not a lot of students would take this way since they would always go the opposite way, where all the rich houses were. Houses so big they almost looked like mansions, with the prettiest gardens, multiple bedrooms, luxurious floors, and high ceilings.

Did Gou dream of such a life? Of course he did. Oh how he wished he lived in such a way. Having butlers, and dogs with bowties, and maids. He wanted it all. It wasn't that he was ungrateful for what he has now. He is happy he has a roof over his head but it would be nice.

Gou stops daydreaming and looks at his friends who were slightly ahead of him still bickering. Freya and Eli poking at Aiden for assuming they were 'love birds', which it's not his fault. They were both awful at hiding their feelings for each other. It was so obvious but the other one didn't have the guts to tell the other. Gou and Aiden always watched from the sidelines and had tiny bets on 'who's going to confess first'. Gou bet Freya and Aiden bet Eli.

Gou watches his friends continue to bicker and takes a moment to take in the nature around him. The skinny trail slowly being engulfed by a thick carpet of leaves. Braches twisting in different directions on the trees towering above us. The sound of squirrels running around and birds flying from tree to tree. The smell always comforted Gou. The earthy, and herbal aroma. It always calmed him down.

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The group runs through the thick forest. Tripping over small sticks and the uneven trail. Aiden holds his bleeding shoulder trying all of his power to keep up with Freya and Gou.

After a few minutes of running they stop to catch their breath. Breathing heavily.

"my throat hurts so bad" tears fill gous eyes and his throat stings.

"hey...we're almost to Freyas house...c-come on just a little more" Aiden suggests in a weak attempt of reassurance, already starting to walk down the trail more. His steps are weak and his legs are heavy. Freya and Gou could tell he wanted to leave as soon as possible but he was so exhausted, and his shoulder situation was making it so much worse.

"Aiden just give us a second..okay...we're..so tired-" Freya pleads.

"CAN YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!!" Aiden shouts, causing her to flinch. Aiden pauses and looks away.

"please just..we can rest at your house Freya..just a little more". Aiden turns his back towards us and waits for a response. The silence was deafening.

Freya looks at gou for help for what to even say or do. He just shrugs and motions to just listen to Aiden.

"..yeah we can..we can go to my house".

Freya's response was weak but it did cut through the silence. Aiden doesn't say anything back and starts to walk down the trail. His head hanging low and his hand still on his bleeding shoulder.

After sneaking past some trees and bushes, they finally made it freyas house. Her door being suspiciously unlocked, and they hesitantly walk in.

"M-mom!? Dad!? Flynn!?" Freya calls out. But no response.

"just..just come on Aiden I'll see if I have anything to help with your shoulder". Freya motions Aiden to follow her upstairs, he follows behind leaving gou all by himself on the first floor to just wander around and collect his thoughts.

Freya was the only one out of all of them to even have a house. It wasn't all big and fancy like the other students but it was still home. A little more rundown. The floors were rickety and the ceilings having mysterious water stains. She wasn't embarrassed of where she lived either. She always welcomed her friends to come over and hang out and every once in a while give the classic "if they don't like my home, they don't have to come then!!"

In the bedroom, Freya works on Aiden's shoulder. He sits on the edge of her bed wincing and moving as she attempts to bandage it up. With her shaky hands and Aiden's constant pulling away, he's finally decently patched up. Was it topnotch? Not in any way but it was better than having him use his own hand as a stop for the bleeding.

Freya sighs and sits on the edge of the bed with Aiden as he has an uncomfortable expression on his face from the pulsing coming from his shoulder.

"h-hey..you okay?" Aidens face softens as he looks at Freya. Her face is emotionless. Her eyes looked empty and her fingers tangled themselves.

"huh? Oh yeah..well I should be asking you that. I mean you have a massive chomp out of you" Freya smiles and little and giggles softly as she tries to lighten the mood.

He knew she wasn't okay. I mean he wasn't either. The world is crumbling and who knows what's even happening outside right now. Everything happened so fast they couldn't comprehend what was even going on. What's worse is that they lost their best friend right in front of them.

Eli getting mauled and chewed by that monster haunted all of them. The expression of his face..how it stuck with all of them. His death replaying in their heads, it was disgusting.

"hey..it's gonna be okay frey." Aiden puts a hand on her shoulder lightly and gives her a soft smile. Freya looks back at him and smiles back. Her eyes still lost their shine. She doesn't say anything in response.

Freya gets up from the bed and starts to walk over to her door. Dragging her feet and her head hanging low.

"I'll um leave you here to rest. I'm gonna go downstairs to see gou". Freya leaves through the door and shuts it behind her without letting Aiden respond and leaving him in the room by himself.

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Freya walks down her creaky stairs slowly with her arms crossed at her chest almost as if she was hugging herself. She looks around for gou and sees him standing in front of some old pictures hanging on the wall of freyas family. She slowly walks to him and stands next to him to also look at them.

"...they probably left". Freya says at a slow pace.

Gou turns his head to look at her. He furrows his eyebrows as he tries to understand what she was talking about. Freya turns to look at him back.

"my parents and flynn, They probably left already" Freya turns back at the pictures. "I mean the cars are gone, some of their clothes are gone and I'm sure they took the food.."

Gous sighs. He always knew Freyas relationship with her parents were..something. No one knew why they hated her so much. Was it jealousy because of how successful she was in school. Or was it because she was always a bit on the rebellious side, if she wanted to do something she didn't care what her parents said. She was old enough to make her own decisions and knew they couldn't get on her for it. Flynn on the other hand (her older brother) was their favorite. They'd never tell it to her face but she knew it. Oh how she knew it. And flynn knew it too, bragging in freyas face every shot he could.

Gou opens his mouth wanting to say something but doesn't know what to say. He's tried to not get into his friends business as he knows it's not his place to have a say, that's Aiden's job. But he did have some thoughts about Freyas family, not good thoughts.

"come on..let's go up and talk to Aiden about a plan." Freya suggests. Her voice is quiet almost like a whisper.

"f-freya we can just wait and settle down for a bit if you want-"

"no gou... we'll just talk to Aiden".

Freya voice was stern this time. She was getting more agitated, Gou could tell. Not wanting to make her more angry, gou nodded and silently trailed behind Freya up the creaky wooden stairs.

Freya opens the door belonging to, well now belonging to Aiden. He tenses up but calms down when he sees the faces of his friends.

"hey man" Aiden greets gou with a small smile on his face. He was in a black tanktop, with the bloody bandages just trying to hold the gash on his shoulder in place. His face was a little paler, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and his eyes looked watery like he was on the brink of tears. Gou just assumed it was his body's way of healing itself. It's gonna take a lot out of him presumably.

Aiden's eyes follow Freya as she walks towards the window. She moved the thin blue curtains with one swift motion to get a good look at her neighborhood. She's silent. No movement. Nothing.

Gou looks at Aiden and shrugs. They don't know if they should ask or...

"Freya..you okay?" Aiden asks hesitantly.

Nothing again. She's motionless.

Aiden looks at Gou again. The atmosphere was thick and felt uneasy. Something was wrong.

"freya is something-"

"why did you have to leave him."

"....what are you talking about?"

Leave him? Leave who? What is- gous thoughts get cut off as Freya spins around towards Aiden.

"YOU JUST HAD TO LEAVE ELI!" Freya shouts. Her face turning redder by the minute. She tightens her hands into a fist and grits her teeth.

"Freya you think I wanted to leave him?! You think I did that on purpose?!" Aiden replied back in a slightly louder tone.

"WELL YOU WERE SO ON THE IDEA OF LEAVING WE COULD'VE HELPED HIM FROM THAT..FROM THAT MONSTER!"

"TELL ME THEN FREYA.." Aiden gets up from the bed quickly to get in front of Freya. Not too close that they're touching, but close enough so Aiden can intimidate her.

"TELL ME WHAT WE COULD'VE DONE THEN. I TRIED TO GET THE THING OFF OF HIM I TRIED. BUT YOU SAW WHAT HAPPENED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANTED FROM ME BUT ELI WAS GONNA DIE. ELI IS FUCKING GONE FREYA!". Aiden shouts. He bends down to get to her level. Their faces inches away from each other.

"and what did you do Freya.." he says in a quiet but stern tone. "You just stood there and watched. You did absolutely nothing. If anything.." Aiden takes a finger and points it at her chest

"you're the monster."

"no..I'm not"

"a monster who chose to watch her best friend die, and get fucking mauled"

"..."

"i thought you loved him Freya, turns out you didn't love him enough."

Tears run down freyas face. Her cheeks turn red, and her sniffles fill the dead silent room. Her body is weak at this point, her hands loosen from the fists and she examines the patterns on the wall behind aiden to try and not make eye contact. Aiden stiffens his posture with his hands to his side.

"don't you ever fucking say I didn't help him.." he growls. "I get you're sad and everything is shitty right now, but we have to just get over it Freya. There's nothing we can do anymore." He sits on the edge of the bed still looking at her waiting for a response.

"...."

Aiden sighs, still winching at the pain still left from his shoulder. Gou walks over to the window and gets a good look out for himself.

The streets and sidewalks are filled with them..these zombies.

"shit..we have to get out of here". Gou commands.

"what? why?" Aiden looks at Gou with worried eyes.

Gou, in a panic, starts searching around the room for backpacks or anything that can be used to carry essentials.

"now. We need to leave now."

"are..are they here? Dude I don't think they can open doors"

"that doesn't matter we need to leave"

"gou I'm sure we can just stay until this all settled down.. I mean all we dont have is-"

"protection aiden. guns, ammo, boards to block windows and doors we don't have any of that. How are we going to protect ourselves?" Gou says worriedly

Aiden sighs "and food.."

"Freya do you have bags or anything close?" Gou asks. Freya, still in defeat, points to the closet in the corner.

Gou quickly walks towards it and opens it. He grunts.

"nothing.."

Freya crosses her arms and rolls her bloodshot eyes. "They probably took all the good stuff when they left".

"are you fucking kidding me Freya" Aiden rests his hand on his forehead in annoyance.

"what do you mean 'are you kidding me'.. You think I asked them to take everything?" Freya yells back at Aiden.

"god can you guys just shut up!"

Everyone freezes and turn to look at Gou. Yes he was a quiet guy but it wasn't uncommon for him to talk. But the tone of his voice usually never changes. It was always so monotone. But when he was agitated, you could tell.

"fighting doesn't help or solve any of this. Freya go and look for a backpack or anything around the house. Aiden go be useful and start grabbing things that could help us."

"l-like what?" Aiden says softly.

"oh my god ANYTHING AIDEN! It doesn't matter what you grab just meet up in the living room when you're done"

Freya and Aiden quickly leave the room to start grabbing the things they were ordered to do. Gou takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down.

Okay...what other places can we even go to. Stores, a police station, farms literally anything but here.

Gou looks out the window.

"damnit"

He sighs and grabs the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

What are we gonna do. Come on, you always have the solution. This cannot be the one time you have nothing. Gou come on. Please.

After some time later, Gou makes his way to the living room and sits on the couch nearest to the window. Pondering on whether they should try his or Aiden's house next, or maybe go to the nearest pharmacy. It was starting to give him a massive migraine. And it didn't help seeing the zombies outside, taunting him. He made sure to hide out of the way a bit to make sure they didn't spot him. He didn't know if they were strong enough to break a window, or smart enough to just open the front door.

Freya comes in holding two medium sized backpacks. She throws them on the couch next to gou.

"me and Flynn's middle school backpacks. They're a bit dusty and worn out but they'll work".

Gou nods and starts to inspect the backpacks, checking to see how many pockets there are. How much storage is actually in them. Aiden slowly walks in with some of the same first aids Freya has used on him and some bread slices still left in the packaging.

"that's it?". Gou asks sarcastically.

"well it's not my fault Freya's family obviously left her for dead. They took everything dude" Aiden throws the first aid on the couch as well as the sad package of bread.

"thanks Aiden, it'll still hopefully hold us for a while" Gou snatches the bread in the plastic wrapping and places it in sideways next to the first aids.

Freya crosses her arms and walks to the window to take a good look at her neighborhood. Her eyes sting as tears start to glaze her eyes and blur her vision.

"gou..what..what are we even gonna do." Freya asks timidly. Her eyes soft and her hands rubbing her arms up and down to almost comfort herself.

"what do you mean."

"like what can we do. There's obviously some type of virus or something causing people to turn into..these.."

"which is exactly why we need to go out and find a solution. We can find out where the virus started and try to exterminate it".

Freya turns around to face gou, her arms still crossed and her cheeks flushed.

"and how do you think we can go about doing that..hmm?"

Gou sighs and grabs the bridge of his nose.

"Freya I don't know, okay" gou raises his hands in defeat and lands harshly on the sides of his thighs "All we can do is just try and hope.."

"..."

"..and what if we die too"

Aiden's eyes widened at the sudden question. "H-hey don't think about that right now-'

"then we die" Aiden looks at Gou with shock. "There's not a lot we can do.."

Gou walks towards Freya and places a hand on her shoulder, looking her in her eyes. "Freya..if me or Aiden die or if there's ever a situation where you need to choose us or yourself..please choose yourself..we need any chance of fixing all of this.."

"I..I don't know gou"

"just promise me you'll try..at least"

"..."

"promise me."

"y-yeah I promise"

Gou sighs and walks towards the couch, grabbing the backpack and making his way to the backdoor. Aiden and Freya follow behind hesitantly.

"we can go through the backyard and sneak past other houses"

"where are we even going dude"

"there's a pharmacy around the corner, we can try to grab a few things in there if there is still some stuff left.. hopefully it's not crowded"

Aiden and Freya nod and wait till he opens the door. After a few more seconds he slowly peaks through the slightly opened door and crouches slowly.

Freya's backyard wasn't very...welcoming to say the least. A sad garden patch with most of the flowers and vegetables rotting away. A shed that looks like it hasn't been touched since the house was even built. It was so broken down and clearly didn't have anything inside.

The group slowly walks outside and makes their way to the neighbors backyards, the sounds of screaming and groans were horrifying. It made Freya's body hurt knowing those were her neighbors who have known her since she was practically born. They were so welcoming and willing to help her with whatever she needed. But now there's nothing she can do for them.

They reach the edge of the houses and peak around to find any type of opening to quickly run past. Zombies and dead bodies filled the streets.

"they look slow...we can jog past without them grabbing us" gou informs the other two.

Freya nods and turns to look at Aiden. His face was getting more pale, he was drenched in sweat and his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.

"a-adien are you okay?"

Aiden looks at Freya and nods.

"are you sure cause you look so much worse than before-"

"I'm fine Freya.."

All the times the group has ever wanted to help Aiden with anything he'd always turn it down. They didn't know if he genuinely didn't want any help or was embarrassed. He was always the strong one in the group, more built than the rest of them, more of a braun type of guy. It was kinda shocking that he even hung out with them. He was the jock type of guy, was on the football team and was in weight class a lot of the time. But every time he finished a game, he didn't run to his team or his parents, watching in the crowd. Probably only went to 2 games during his highschool years. He'd run to his best friends. His number 1 supporters.

"we'll find you some more bandages and stuff when we get inside" gou looks back at the open streets. The road is still filled with zombies, crashed cars and dead bodies.

He waits a few seconds before motioning them to follow him quickly. He gets up and speed walks past the zombies as quietly as possible. Almost tripping over debris and dead bodies. The sounds of the zombies groaning and screeching gave chills.

Freya and Aiden follow behind making sure to follow gous footsteps perfectly. Freya's heart beats extremely fast, she could hear her heartbeat through her ears. The sight of the pharmacy was the only thing able to calm her down slightly.

They make it to the front, somehow not triggering any of the zombies. But the automatic doors were locked.

Gou looks through the glass of the automatic doors, squishing his face into the window. Freya and Aiden look frantically around making sure they're still not seen.

"gou what's happening??" Freya asks worryingly.

"they're not opening" gou sighs and silently curses at himself "we'll have to find another way in I guess"

"or we can just bust the door down" Aiden suggests while walking towards the doors. Gou grabs him by his good shoulder and stops him before he can throw his body at it.

"we can't just use brute strength with stuff like this. We'll just find another door-"

Gous sentence gets cut off. The doors suddenly slide open, revealing others running out of the building. Their arms are filled with medicine, small foods, prescriptions and more.

Shit. Gou realizes that there's probably hardly anything left anymore. The building is now empty...he takes a deep breath and walks in, Aiden and Freya follow behind.

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Okay I was originally gonna keep going but..I'm so tired. I apologize if this is horrible written or boring. I'm not a worker in anyway. If you actually read it and enjoyed it I'm so glad I'll kiss you :3 thank you and I'll make another part at some point.

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eldritchmochi · 1 year ago

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A N T for that alphabet ask game

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

okay uuuuh i mean, obviously shadowgast i have only written like 300k of it in the past few years. im also quite the fan of ashrym/dashrym and callowmore (tho i like my callowmore on the platonic side personally). i will happily make the dirt wizards kiss ANYONE i do have a widomauk fic in the works and i have an idea for a caleb/yussa fic percolating and theres that one porny art by newt with c3 era caleb paired with ashton and orym that im just :lasereyes: yes i will one day write something for it i stg. also fun fact my First Ship for cr was beauyasha like, ep one. i got like 30 seconds into their first interaction and immediately texted cherry at like two am like PLEASE TELL ME THEYRE A SHIP and lo, they were cannon fucking incredible

outside of cr.... stucky, my beloved, especially with skinny steve because i love that sickly twink; big brother hobie creating Situations for gwen and miles (its hard being wingman to two people when you want them to kiss each other and also theyre idiots); kylux, obvs; rey/finn/poe/rose in basically any combination (i wish i didnt have One Hyperfixation Only type adhd because i would LOVE to write my rey/finn/rose idea where rey and rose are mechanics and finn is having car trouble and then they double team him in the office dont ask me why they have straps in the filing cabinet this is pwp); with hs at one point i would literally randomly generate pwp ideas. i didn't often finish them but it was a good exercise especially in characterization but i was mostly read davekat, daverose, any combo of erisolkat, and davejohn because i fukken pavlov'd myself into liking the ship lmao

shit this is gonna get long here is a read more

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

hhhh i am so sorry if this sounds mean but the bulk of why i dont read a ton of cr fic when i was constantly devouring kylux fic largely boils down to two things

1. the technical stuff is eeh and 2. there is just not a ton of nuance in characterization or plot

both results in me being perpetually frustrated whenever i try to read most of what i open. theres been some gems!! theres also been a lot of stuff with promise where i can tell in a couple years the writer will knock it out of the park!!! but theres also a god awful amount where i'm just like that is not how dicks work lmao

i am sure a lot of that is because the cr fandom skews a lot younger than kylux (where folks are like 20-30 on average instead of 35-50 kinda younger) plus cr has a LOT of esl speakers compared to kylux whereas a TON of kyluxers have degrees in literature or library science, so like, it makes sense that there's a difference, but it still drive me bonkers that i cant just open a fic and read it without closing it halfway through because its too one note :I

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

nope!! i am very ship and let ship in all regards. there are many things i enjoy (like short!essek or the idea that caleb would and probably has made out with all of his friends) that crop up repeatedly across my fic but i'm down for basically any good faith interpretation and i LOVE when someone writes a weird headcannon so well i have to steal it

there are many letters left of this ask meme if anyone else wants to send me a q!! pls enrich the mochi this is fun

#mochi rambles #mochi asks

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,131 times in 2022

That's 1,131 more posts than 2021!

1,000 posts created (88%)

131 posts reblogged (12%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@m4xedout

@urgrlm14

@tea-sewing-and-yours-truly

@dont-hug-me-im-a-fander

@80pairsofcrocs

I tagged 158 of my posts in 2022

#x reader - 91 posts

#reader insert - 87 posts

#marc spector - 68 posts

#moon night - 68 posts

#mcu moon knight - 67 posts

#steven with a v - 67 posts

#moon knight - 65 posts

#steven - 64 posts

#steven grant - 64 posts

#moon knight series - 63 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#im thinking about the one time i sucked my hamster up in a vacuum

My Top Posts in 2022:

little spoon

hawks:Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? dabi:I'm a knife. y/n, from across the room:He's the little spoon.

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its vinegar

Five : hey, y/n can i get a sip of your water?

y/n : its not water.

Five : vodka, i like your style!

y/n : its vinegar.

Five : wh- wha-

y/n : its vinegar. pussy.

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baby scarab || 1

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god

takes place after the Marvel series Moon Knight, may have spoilers?

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic)reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader

i will be using she/her pronouns

~~~

A/N : this is all over the place btw, also fun fact, i have schizophrenia so that's kind of what motivated me in writing this. i'm going off of what i experience. pls enjoy <3

also if you want to be in the taglist, please ask! its not a problem

TW : mental disorders, child abandonment, language, fighting(?) let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

some would say its freaky,

others would say its like a superpower, like seeing ghosts is cool right?

you would say its a bit of both

you had schizophrenia, a mental disorder you have had for the past couple years, causing you to have hallucinations such as seeing shadows nobody else can, or fire where theres not fire, and that had absolutely nothing to do with ghosts, and you were labeled delusional by many peers.

you didn't take offense to it, because you were delusional. in fact your disorganized thinking has gotten you in trouble.

not because you're stupid, no, but because of others at your school making fun of you for it, you think its ok to beat them up for it.

which only fueled it. it caused others happiness to see you in trouble.

it also causes you to get suspended a lot.

such as now.

you were heading up to your apartment that you stayed in alone, since your parents dumped you in the street when you were young, and going through too many foster homes was a pain so you chose to just get your own place to call a home.

you just worked at an average paying coffee shop near your school, which you had to walk to.

you could either pay rent on time or get a car, so you thought that some cardio each morning and evening wouldn't be too bad.

you got into the elevator and saw another... man.. as well. he was in a bird costume and he was staring- or you thought he was staring at you.

"'scuse me." you move your arm past the extremely tall man to press your floors button. the bird man looked down at you with its creepy mask, and you tried to ignore it until it touched your shoulder and gasped.

you jumped and stepped away from him, thinking he was just a weirdo messing with you.

you could sense the guy staring at you so you turned your head to him. "you need something?" you ask him, to which he shakes his head slowly.

you nod and look away, but turning back when you see that nothing was attaching his head to his body, also now noticing the huge scary stick with a cresent moon on it.

your eyes widen and your breath hitches, as soon as the elevator hit your floor, you get off and speed walk to your apartment. unlocking the door took 4 tries, but that's only because you just saw some sort of demon.

your breath quickens as you finally open the door and slam it shut behind you and lock it.

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good guy, bad guy

klaus : I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

five : It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and y/n isn’t

974 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

baby scarab masterlist

fanart!!

playlist!! - by @hutaos-gh0st

welcome to the baby scarab masterlist!! the chapters will be slow coming out but i'll try my best

chapters with the ( * ) indicate nsfw, but dont worry! if its not your cup of tea, they have nothing to do with the plot. they are just bonus chapters.

hope you enjoy <3

sausage

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chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 20

chapter 21

chapter 22

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selenicdreamer · 2 years ago

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Here’s to dreaming

A Feysand one shot that I just thought of and couldn’t help myself. Im not a good writer and English isn’t my native language so pls dont hate me:) enjoy

Possibly will have errors, didnt edit plus its like 1am

I got carried away, this is kinda long:3 sorryxx

She heard it again, the soft and slow melody across her apartement wall.

She’d never admit it to herself but every morning she woke up she would long for the sun to set, for the light to go out of the sky to make way for the night. For that time alone in the studio of her apartment just to paint, away from the rush of the day, the buzz of the crowd and the headache of what her life has been. Her mind would drift to the empty canvas ahead and just paint, create. Though after her break up with her ex, her trouble with her family and all her financial issues, she found herself just sitting across the white surface staring for hours and hours before just leaving it as it was and calling it a day. Some days she would hold the brush and stare at it for hours before placing it back in its case, others she would just cry and cry and throw things in frustration. She couldn’t paint. So after a couple of months she gave up, she would just sit on her stool, hold her brush so tightly she would pierce her own skin with her fingernails and stare. She was so lost in the fog of her own mind that when the music started playing the first time she nearly toppled over her stool and dropped her paintbrush to the floor. The piano chords and notes were drifting silently through her walls, almost melancholically she noticed. She stayed there and listened for hours, silently piercing the wall with her gaze as if she could strip the paint and brick apart to make the music louder. When it stopped she just sat down by the stool and cried, she cried so much she never had before. Why? She didn’t know.

The following day she walked in, fuzzy socks against the wooden floor and sat again in her stool. She waited, five minutes, ten, thirty. There it was, the melancholic piano and the feelings it awoke in her. She wanted to paint, she wanted to capture what it was she thought the person was trying to say with their music. She took a deep breath and just started, slowly with shaky hands, a night sky full of stars and a white piano in a flowery patio being played by almost invisible hands. That was it, her first painting in months. As she finished she couldn’t help the small smile that reached her face, she’s done it, took her more than a week but she’s done it! After months of pain and endless tiredness she finally did something she was proud of, thanks to the piano stranger.As she let the paint to dry and took this time to get a refreshment her mind couldn’t help but hover over the stranger that played such beautiful music it made her feel alive again. That night she dreamed of the music

“I’m telling you, I can’t go do this without you for real, It’s like torture” Mor protested dramatically while leaning on Feyre’s kitchen counter, her golden locks tied securely behind her ears and her coffee in hand as she stared at her with despair Feyre almost laughed,

“And I’m telling you I can’t go back to the same yoga place my ex boyfriend and the instructor fucked in, Feyre cringed, I can’t even begin to think of the look in her face without wanting to bury myself from embarrassment and resentment” she groaned as she kept her focus on the laptop ahead of her, she had to finish that work project sooner than later and she wanted to be free for her special time.

“Do you think I’m some sort of monster?” Her new friend blinked as if offended, “I only meant we should find a new place together, Im not going there again without you! I just did today to rub in their face how much better off you are and to cancel our subscription” Feyre huffed and rolled her eyes, Mor for the little Feyre knew her, was a drama queen, a really good friend but a drama queen. Still being so lonely she was more than grateful to have her in her life. That Yoga place did cause her break up since she found Tamlin, her ex, and her teacher hooking up on a yoga mat but Its not all that bad since it brought Mor and her together.

“By the way where did I leave my jacket the other day? Em has been asking for it since I stole it from her” Mor looked around,her face slightly blushing at the mention of her girlfriend and Feyre hid the icing bitterness at the back of herthroat, bitterness for her pathetic life, never her friend. “Uh check in my bedroom, probably left it while we were trying on clothes” she said but failed to notice that Mor walked in her painting studio before she heard her gasp and her name coming out from her mouth. She immediately stood up and run towards her her fingers rubbing on her temple trying to find a way to kick her out without looking like an idiot.

“Feyre this… you’re incredibly talented” Mor’s eyes were as wide as ever as she kept staring at all her paintings slowly then stopped at her most recent one, her small gasp nearly audible to her.

“Please, it’s just barely sketching, let’s not talk about it” she hurriedly said moving her arms and hinting towards the door,

“Could I buy this one?” Feyre’s heart dropped to her feet she had to look down to make sure it was there,

“What?” She found herself ask,

“Could I buy this one?” Mor repeated her eyes locked to her painting of her neighbour, “my cousin is going to love it, he told me he recently moved so this will be the perfect housewarming gift. I haven’t even seen the place yet” she turned to look at her, her eyes pleading,

Feyre kept staring at her and the painting trying to decide, this was a huge chance for her, her career and she didn’t want to say no to her friend. Though insecurity kept eating her mind what if he hates it and then Mor hates her and-

“Oh please Feyre! He loves playing music he is going to fall in love with this” Feyre then just nodded barely and gulped chuckling when Mor hugged her suddenly, her words just flooting over her head as she wrapped the painting for her, receiving way too much money that Mor insisted on handing her for it before she left.

In the following days Feyre’s mind was still so cluttered she couldn’t finish her project until the last minute,she didn’t even have time to paint for a week so when Sunday came around she hopped into her painting room and patiently waited for the music.

She waiting for so long that she thought she was going insane with boredom, the only thing she could hear was footsteps, heels and she could swear she could hear Mor’s laugh. Deciding she was insane she got up to get ready for bed, disappointed with how her night turned out but just as she was ready to change into pyjamas she heard a frantic knock at her door. Blinking she looked at the wall clock of her bedroom, 12:00am

“Yes?” She said cautiously

“Feyre! Open the door! You won’t believe this!” Mor’s voice rung in her ears, surprised she obeyed and saw her grinning face in a flash before she was grabbing her wrist and leading her out of her apartement and to the left hall,

“Uh Mor, would you kindly please inform me of the reason you’re kidnapping me at 12 in the morning?” She asked confused as they stopped to the apartement next to hers, Mor just banged on the door rudely which Feyre thought was insane until the door opened and her mind went blank,

Right in front of her was the most handsome man she’s ever seen, tall with broad shoulders, silk black hair and eyes such a dark blue she thought could pass as purple. His bronze skin dressed in all black shirt and trousers, his smirk making him utterly and completely devastating to look at. His eyes were so fiercely gazing at her she forgot how to speak, breathe or think

“This is my friend Feyre I’ve been telling you about! She is the one who painted this! Plus she literally lives right next to you!” Mor laughed shaking her head, “that stuff literally is impossible to happen.” She walked in like she belonged right in, which to be fair she did, and kept talking and talking but Feyre and her cousin just stayed at the doorway looking at each other, then his smirk turned into a smile “Feyre,” she shivered, his voice could only be described as the midnight sky, “I am glad to find out I have such interesting and art inclined neighbours” he all but purred before extending his hand to her, “Rhysand, please call me Rhys” Rhys Rhys Rhys

“Nice to meet you Rhys” she shakes his hand trying to hide her anxious state, “come in Feyre darling” she slowly walked in trying not to pass out looking around his apartment, it was the same as hers, a living room connecting with a small kitchen and three closed doors, two to the left one to the right and a huge window up ahead.

“Nice place, I like your decoration” she says softly standing next to Mor,

“Thank you, I think more paintings are due if you’d like to bless me with some” he grins leaning back against the wall

“Shoot, I have to go, Mor stands up hurriedly checking on her phone, Em needs me to pick her up from the library, catch you guys later” she kisses Feyre’s cheek before she storms off and Feyre is left awkwardly standing in a stranger’s house, handsome stranger but stranger nonetheless. She looks at him and he has a curious look on his handsome face, Feyre clears her throat. “Well I should be on my way, nice to meet you Rhysand” she said politely before walking towards the door,

“Wouldn’t you like to see where I put your painting Feyre?” He asks soflty, velvetly looking at her, not waiting for an answer before he starts walking towards one of the doors to the left smirking at her before he walks in, curiously she follows and as he turns off the small lights by the door Feyre’s eyes widen gazing at a huge piano in the centre of an otherwise empty room, safe for the painting on the left wall, the wall she realizes that connects their apartments, Rhys is the piano guy, Rhys Mor’s cousin is the piano guy, Rhys who lives next door is Mor’s cousin and is the piano guy, Rhys who now has her painting of the piano guy that is Rhys who is Mor’s cousin and lives right next door- her mind is spiriling down a hill of panic and she’s just standing there staring at the piano trying not to bolt out the room,

“Do you like music Feyre?” He softly asks as he glances at her before taking a seat, opening the lid and his hands trace slowly and softly at the keys, she thinks she can’t breathe when he starts playing, the same slow yet full of life melody she heard the first day, that very first song that made her heart beat with purpose again, with a longing for life. She swallowed the sob that nearly broke through her and she nodded realizing he isn’t looking at the keys but at her, “I love music yes especially this piece, did you write it?” She asks looking at his hands, trying to stay focused, he grins his eyes sparkling

“Yes, yes I did, how does it make you feel?” He asks curiously looking at her as he keeps playing, skilled enough to not needing to look over

“Alive” she whispers not able to take her eyes off of him as he stands up and walks to her, his hand now as gently as before lifting her chin up so their eyes meet,

“Alive” he agrees before bowing down to graze his lips against hers, their eyes closing as they connect and the world falls into place, her hands moving to touch his shoulders, his to cup her cheeks and Feyre was sure she could still hear the music as he smiled against her lips.

“Here’s to living” he whispers grinning

“Here’s to dreaming” she replies before kissing him again.

#feysand #feyre archeron #rhys acotar #rhysand #acotar #oneshot #fanfic #firstime writing #pls dont judge me I didnt check this

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I posted 1,075 times in 2022

That's 1,075 more posts than 2021!

293 posts created (27%)

782 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@parables-for-days

@ask-msd-6678

@biggitybugs

@adventuresofcandymareinvrchat

@a-spoonful-o-generosity

I tagged 779 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 260 posts

#the black cube of darkness - 143 posts

#rp - 137 posts

#ooc - 100 posts

#joke post - 92 posts

#ask blog - 90 posts

#parables for days - 46 posts

#askmsd6678 - 30 posts

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Longest Tag: 127 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

make the cube french

SHOOT I MADE THAT ALREADY!!! WHY DID I THINK AHEAD?

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The Ask Box is Open!

This is a WOY AU RP and Ask blog ALL CROSS OVERS ARE ACCEPTED because im insane! My time zone is PST (Pacific Standard Time)

If you want to send an ask to start an RP feel free to!

Charectors:

-The Black Cube! (Character is owned by Disney)

-Phillip the Snom!

-Robby Lobster!

(If you notice that I made and inappropriate comment or action PLS LET ME KNOW!!! Im dumb alot and dont see the obvious! it would be appreciated thanks!)

(Edited: 12/6/2022 Ok here are the rules!

SOMETHING

No god-modding

Expect the cube to defy the universal laws

If you go insane due to this blog I am not legally responsible

I'm out of ideas.

Side RP Blogs

@snakefruitpolitics - Cooke Run RP account (I know I never played it before just thought id be fun)

@thewizardanon - What I use to cast spells on other blogs!

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The Cube is bored

After the cube was thrown into a void he has been bored and gone through the 6 stages of grief... now he is bored

( @theblindfoldedprince has won the achievement Bore the Cube! )

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"We don't talk about that here..... "

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My #1 post of 2022

A Thankful Cube Message

I'm grateful for being able to start this blog and encounter SUCH AMAZING AND NICE BLOGS THANK YOU TO ALL THE BLOGS I HAVE ENCOUNTERD AND HAVE A NICE DAY CYCLE!!!

A Thanks To (thanks for being so kind)

@ask-msd-6678 : FOR BEING SUPER KIND AND UNDERSTANDING!

@ask-red-velvet-cookie : For somehow withstanding my chaos that I cause... How? AND BEING SUPER KIND! (Seriously thank you!)

@parables-for-days : For being so nice and king despite my chaos!

@vaderssolace : For also being kind and nice despite my chaos (and for drawing me (: )

@painttasticpony : For being INCREDIBLY NICE AS WELL and including me in some of her projects!

@xabby09 : For helping me start off my blog with a promo!

@askbananapie : FOR BEING SO AMAZING TO ALL BLOGS THAT START WHAT YOU DO IS AMAZING AND SO KING ( Also banana in trouble go support him! )

@a-spoonful-o-generosity @ : Does this need any explanation? THANK YOU YOU HELPED IN SO MANY WAYS AND BEIGN SUPER KIND!

@askgermanv1nce : For being Probably one of the nicest people on this site!

@therealcelestia : For being a funny blog!

@fractiouslemonofficial and his wife : FOR BEING SO DARN AMAZING AND KING AND ALSO BRINGING JOY INTO ARE LIVES!!!

@ask-light-rain-and-buds : For being very kind and inclusive to so many blogs.

@watchdogsworld : for helping me learn the rope of the jungle of tumblr (and being very kind)

And Since I'm getting al little tired here's a quick list of blogs that I am also thankful for but without the repetitive dialogue from my part!

@adventuresofcandymareinvrchat , @nox-lunarwing , @a-bunch-of-small-aliens , @asktwilighteclipse , @katsuko-rp-blog , @her-faithfulstudent , @rainbow-dash-the-ultimate , @askdrunktwilight , @wanderfan2000 , @janetthecrazyplanet , @thelittlestflyingdoe @askthoughtformfluttershy , @n1ghtw1ng-scp , @asktwilighteclipse (probably going to add more today)

THERE ARE SO MANY OTHERS I WANT TO THANK AS WELL SO HERES A BIG THANK YOU TO EVERY SINGLE BLOG I HAVE ENCOUNTERED ON THIS WONDERFULL SITE SO THANK YOU YET AGAIN! (my fourth update wow im forgetting A LOT of stuff)

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koishua · 2 years ago

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hi vienna ,, tbh u dont need to read this bc idk if itd be triggering (body image issues) and id rather u not trouble urself bc of me but id like to vent somewhere and i dont have any1 to talk 2 so pls feel free to ignore .

ive always been overweight for my age but i never faced any bullying abt it other than some very occasion name calling of "fat" in elementary school and my family's disaproval for the way i look. as i grew up, i started to feel more comfortable around others despite not being satisfied with the way i look and i assumed that as kids mature they become more accepting, bc i had never been truly bullied b4 i just assumed it might be rare in communities such as where i lived compared to some of the horror stories i had heard. anyways all my life i had assumed people had been seeing me for more than what i looked like, i always tried to be kind and make a good impression on other but ig that's not true. as much as i love my circle of friends, im not sure i can see them same after what happened on friday. it isnt even their fault, i just feel very insecure now. but basically in 1 of my classes, we had a change in seating so i no longer sat near my friends but 2 acquantainces (they're rlly sweet girls but idk them too well) and this one guy that i also dont know very well other than that in 8th grade he had dated an old friend of mine for a little bit. but anywyas tbh i feel like im just being dramatic but i srsly can't get his conversation out of my mind . the boy was sat next to me and talking to his friend, their convo alr starting off on a wierd note abt kanye west. and the guy next to me (ill call him ray to make it easy) starts off by saying that kanye's note all that bad and has said some pretty true things. ray then goes on to say that fat people dont deserve to exist and body positivity is a completely stupid subject bc it only encourages obesity and unhealthy habits. all the while he's saying this, seated right next to me and im pretty sure he was glancing at me while saying it too . those 90 minutes were the most uncomfortable in my entire life. i was literally panicking while he was talking abt it and it's all that i can think of now. their conversation was truly disturbing to me and my confidence feels as if its completely tanked . his comments of "fat people are gross" and "being fat shouldnt be celebrated" keep ringing in my head everytime i go out or see myself in a mirror. i genuinely feel so broken and it hurts that theyve probably dont realize the effect of their words but also it hurts that that's all they can see me as. not another human being or a classmate but just "fat". idk where im going with this but i dont feel ok and i feel so exhausted now ,, just the thought of having to see ray's face again or hear his voice is scaring me . maybe im just overthinking but i cant help but wonder if my friends picture me the same way. am i even deserving of love if im so "ugly" . my friends sometimes comment that i look way older than my age or that i could pass for college aged and even comments like those are hard to brush off for me. sometimes i wonder if i should restrain my jokes and personality to stay kind bc that's all i am to them. just a source of comfort, and if i dont do that then i could be easily execused. im always scared of saying the wrong thing but now i keep wondering if it would never even matter bc all anyone will ever see me as is "fat" . it's not like i haven't tried to lose weight so i rlly hate everything that ray said and its srsly put me thru sm turmoil . anyways i shld keep this brief (sorry for the rant) and im sorry again for using ur inbox to rant , i rlly hope this doesn't cause you any pain or you find it triggering :( i apologize if it has caused you any concern or pain. i hope ur good and stay happy vie

tw: body image and weight talk

hello, dear :( let me start this off by saying that don't worry, i am perfectly alright and am glad that you feel it's safe enough to vent and write your feelings out in my inbox. you don't have to apologize for anything! i am the one who says that they're open if anyone needs to rant or vent. i would never judge. i had to read this a few times in order to collect my thoughts, so pardon me for delaying this a bit. i wasn't sure if you wanted my direct response, so i will just keep it short.

i won't say that i completely understand what you've been through and i can't speak on experiences i haven't personally lived through. however, as another human being, i will say this: you absolutely deserve to exist. i hope you never ever doubt that. i know how difficult it is to deal with comments about your appearance and it angers me so much that you're treated this way. i get how the side comments every now and then feels. bullying is horrible, but this is just as bad for someone's self esteem and health. im truly so sorry and wish i could do something for you, but i can't because of obvious reasons (that being me being just an online presence and not there with you).

i just want to reassure you that no matter what anyone says, you deserve love and life and goodness. a lot of people don't understand how difficult it is when you don't weigh below a certain number or how isolated that could make someone feel regardless if they're mentioned or not. everyone is so much more than just their appearance. idk how else i could help you other than to strongly remind you that you are you and that should be enough for your friends and that people should learn to keep their mouths shut on their opinions about other people's appearance. it doesn't matter if you lose the weight or if you tell them you struggle a lot with it. those people should reassess the way they're treating another human being with real feelings and thoughts. never lose who you are and trying to be what other people need and want you to be. it may end up making things worse, i know, and im not sure if you've ever told them directly that their words are extremely rude and hurtful and that they should stop, but someone (even if it's not you yourself) really, really should.

i pray that none of what i said has further upset you in any way. if so, i sincerely apologize :( i genuinely hope that this never happens to you again and that you'll have a greater year than ever and that you'll find wholehearted acceptance and love from those you are surrounded by and that you'll slowly but surely feel comfortable in your own skin. take care and you're loved! people like the ray you mentioned are not worth feeling bad over.

#ii. ( pt ) —! anon asks #tw: weight #tw: body talk

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dontworryitsjustafirstdraft · 2 years ago

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YES OKAY I AM READY FOR THE ASSIGNMENT I AM SO GLAD YOU ASK ID LOVE TO TELL YOU

So: ME!/shake it off/bejeweled is a HECK YEAH from me. This is brilliant.

I’d also love Haunted/Midnight Rain bc those are connected and you can’t tell me otherwise

All Too Well (10 min version)/Tolerate It bc those 100% blend and hurt so GOOD

Dear John/Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve but only if she is comfy with playing these bc I know she’s had some trouble with performing Dear John in the past

Look What You Made Me Do/Karma bc be honest, imagine “the world goes on another day another drama drama, but not for me not for me all I think about is karma” as the lyrics kinda slow down and then abruptly stops along with the music, and then it just BLASTS “flexin like a g*ddamn acrobat, me and karma vibe like that” and continues the transition

I Know Places/Cruel Summer bc it could be interwoven about the feeling of needing to hide in secret, but ‘I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you’ and merge them together bc even tho she knows places where they can (and do in fact) hide but their love and dedication to each other isn’t secret

You Belong With Me/Mastermind bc duh

OOTW/Question…?/Wonderland Bc I mean “we were in screaming color” and her line “cause I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights a color I’ve searched for since” and then “you search the world for what we had” like I mean…beautiful. Transcending. I can just hear how amazing this would sound. I NEED THIS. THIS IS TOP TIER DONT LET ME DOWN TAYLOR PLS AND THX.

Ivy/Sad Beautiful Tragic…need I say more? I will but just be prepared to get overwhelmed mkay?

Enchanted/I Think He Knows/Dress bc I mean COME ON. The pining. The build up. But then screaming I THINK HE KNOWS. He knows about “all of this pining and anticipation/desperation” he knows that this is NOT “where the story line ends” like my goodness this would be magical okay!?

I know I’ve put so much thought into a concert I’ll 100% never get the chance at even trying to buy the tickets to, but I guess I’ll just have to hope for a movie of it. But also @taylorswift please kindly take notes I feel like this is a masterpiece set list (yes I shall toot my own horn) that can definitely be added on to and I oh so hope you have an amazing time at these concerts and ily

rb with mashups you'd love to hear on the eras tour! i'd love ME!/shake it off/bejeweled and also wildest dreams/delicate/snow on the beach, oh and betty/our song and lwymmd/no body no crime/ vigilante shit and maybe some forever & always/story of us/ikywt ohhhhh and teardrops/daylight

#taylor swift #eras tour #tswift #bessie talks #music #lyrics

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disastermages · 4 years ago

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Every tawdry novel Nie Mingjue had ever read, or found in his chambers by someone’s doing, had told him that he was supposed to tear Jiang Yanli’s veil away the second he came to stand in front of her, but now, when it’s time for him to do it, all he can do is kneel down in front of her and fold it back gently.

“There you are.” He says softly, one hand resting on her leg while he stays on his knees in front of her.

“Here I am,” Jiang Yanli answers, red, painted lips smiling down at him softly as she places a hand onto his cheek, “I missed you.”

Nie Mingjue doesn’t hesitate in pressing a kiss to the hand at his cheek, his free hand curling around her arm. He’d tried to get away as quickly as he could, but every time he’d gotten close, he’d been cut off at the pass by one drunk sect leader or another, or some sect leader’s wife wanting to bless the marriage.

In the end, he’d had to ask his brother to create a distraction.

“It would have been impolite to kick my guests out just to see you, Nie Furen.” Nie Mingjue teases and tests Jiang Yanli’s new title on his tongue, though it all falls apart when they both snort and she leans forward to press her forehead against his. It takes all the strength and patience in his body not to pull her down into his lap. “You didn’t get bored waiting for me, did you?”

It had felt criminal watching someone else lead her away to their wedding chamber while he’d had to stay and keep the guests entertained. He hadn’t even gotten to look at her during the ceremony, the veil had been in the way.

Looking at her now, though, Nie Mingjue knows he would have been too distracted to pay attention. Jiang Yanli is a beauty when she’s dressed in regular clothes, but the red and gold makes her look ethereal.

Taking her hand off his cheek, Nie Mingjue brushes kisses over it, knuckle by knuckle, finger by finger.

“Only a little,” Jiang Yanli answers, her lips brushing over his temple, “mostly I was just…”

Nie Mingjue feels her smile shrink before he sees it, and it makes his heart and stomach clench in a way that’s too unfamiliar. “Mostly you were just what?” He keeps his voice quiet, gentle just for her as his hand slides up her leg and onto her hip, “You can tell me, I won’t be upset, Yanli.”

Slowly, Nie Mingjue rises from his place in front of her and sits beside her on the bed, both of his hands holding one of hers. He hopes it’s a good thing when she wraps her other hand around his.

“Mostly I was just nervous, that’s all, we’ve- I’ve never done anything before, and I didn’t want-” Jiang Yanli stops herself again, and even in the dim candlelight and underneath her makeup, Nie Mingjue can see the blush creeping down her neck.

She’d told him once that she’d never been kissed until him.

Had he forgotten to tell her that he hadn’t had much more experience than she had?

“A-Li,” He calls her name gently, allowing himself to be the one to lift his hand to her cheek, his thumb stroking back and forth. He wants to pull her against him and keep her there until she’s ready to look at him again, but he doesn’t, instead, he tucks her head underneath his chin before he speaks again, “A-Li, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for, we can just sleep if that’s what you want.”

He wouldn’t take anything she wasn’t prepared to give, he’d already made that decision long ago.

“No.” Jiang Yanli says quickly, shaking her head, but still blushing, “I want this… I want you, I just don’t want this to be bad for you.” That feeling wrapped around his heart and filling his stomach subsides almost immediately, a smile spreading across his face before he can think to stop it.

“It won’t be bad, not for me, and hopefully not for you.” Nie Mingjue says, leaving no room for argument as he tilts her chin up to look at him, his thumb smudging her lip stain.

Jiang Yanli’s hand wraps around his wrist now, though she doesn’t lean into his touch yet, “How can you be so sure?”

“Because it’s you, because it’s me.” Nie Mingjue says, his grin turning confident as the smile comes back to Jiang Yanli’s face.

“Because it’s us.” Jiang Yanli finishes, finally leaning into Nie Mingjue’s hand. Nie Mingjue doesn’t stop himself from kissing her properly now, his hands finding her waist while hers cling to his shoulders. He lets her move when she wants to, taking his hands away only to drop them back to where they’d been when she settles into his lap, heat flooding his stomach.

He wants to warn her, to pull away and tell her what she’s already doing to him, but when he tries, her teeth catch his bottom lip and pull a noise out of him that he’s never heard before. “You’re sure you want this?” Nie Mingjue asks breathlessly when he finally does manage to pull away just far enough to look up into her eyes. How had he not noticed how dark they’d gotten?

Jiang Yanli leans forward and presses a kiss to his nose now, her hands leaving his shoulders and combing through his hair, it’s a battle to keep his eyes open through it. “I’m sure.” Jiang Yanli says, her fingers deft in the way they free his hair from the ornaments and braids keeping it in place. She makes to set them down gently, but Nie Mingjue takes them and tosses them off to the side before he reaches up to do the same for her.

“Have you been practicing?” He teases, fussing with the guan that seemed to be woven into her hair by someone with something against him. She reaches up to help him, but he bats her hands away.

“I like you with your hair down, is that so bad?” Jiang Yanli chuckles and Nie Mingjue feels a shiver go down his back as he pulls the guan and then a hairpin loose, her laughter is beautiful, a soft sound that he’d only allowed to stop his heart for just a handful of moments before she’d been his. If she liked him with his hair down, he would let her see it as often as she wanted.

Her own hair falls down one shoulder like a dark curtain once he’s finished, his lips parting as he looks up at her. “Will you let me braid it for you tomorrow morning?” He asks before he can stop himself. Color spreads across his cheeks, but Jiang Yanli only smiles and nods before she kisses him again, quicker this time than any time before.

If she let him have his way, he would braid it for her every morning.

Slowly, reverently, Nie Mingjue combs his fingers through Jiang Yanli’s hair, up and up until he can set his hand on the back of her neck and nudge her down for another kiss. That same heat from before fills his belly again as he runs his tongue over her bottom lip, undoubtedly smearing her lip stain even more than he already had. “Yanli,” Nie Mingjue says, letting his hand slide over the belt tying her robes together, all it would take was a single pull, but Nie Mingjue wants to take his time with it, “stand up, alright?”

For a second, Jiang Yanli only blinks at him, confusion passing over her face even as she stands, her hair falling down her back now, instead of over her shoulders. He stands with her, crowding in close and brushing one last kiss to her forehead before he pushes the sheer over robe down her shoulders and then onto the floor. When he looks at Jiang Yanli again, he sees understanding replace the confusion as her blush returns.

“If you don’t want it, or you change your mind at all while we’re doing this, tell me and I’ll stop.” Nie Mingjue says, his hand resting on the knot at her belt, but not pulling. He won’t untie it until he knows she understands.

“I will.” Jiang Yanli promises, and then she’s grabbing his hand and guiding it to pull the knot free. She’s still blushing, Nie Mingjue can’t help but think of it as cute, even as he undresses her slowly, layer by layer, until she’s standing naked before him. The under robe and the trousers she’d been wearing are still hanging in his hands while he stares at her, eyes dragging up and down.

If Jiang Yanli is a beauty in the clothes she wore every day, and ethereal in her wedding clothes, then she may as well have all the beauty of a goddess when she wears nothing at all.

“A-Li,” Nie Mingjue breathes, letting the last of her clothes fall out of his hands, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.” It’s the truth, he wouldn’t tell her anything but the truth, now or ever. She doesn’t look away from him until he says that, her mouth opening and closing, before she covers her face with her hands, leaving every other inch of herself in his view.

“Mingjue,” Jiang Yanli sighs, her voice muffled by her hands, “you can’t possibly say things like that and expect that I’ll still be able to look into your eyes.”

“Can’t I?” Nie Mingjue asks, wrapping one arm around her to pull her against him, her skin soft underneath his rough hand. The other hand reaches up and pulls not very hard at one of her wrists, wanting nothing more than for her to allow herself to be seen by him.

“Not while you’re still dressed.” Jiang Yanli says, finally allowing him to pull her hands away from her face. It isn’t until he glances down at himself that he even notices that he’s still dressed in his wedding clothes, but he doesn’t miss the ghost of a grin on Jiang Yanli’s face.

“Should I help Sect Leader Nie undress? He was so kind to help me.” Jiang Yanli says finally, when he only manages to gawk at her face instead of doing something useful.

“My wife is already so good to me.” Nie Mingjue finally says, taking his hands off of her reluctantly.

Jiang Yanli undresses him just the same he’d done for her, but she interrupts herself by littering kisses over his chest and shoulders with each layer, stopping completely whenever he leans down to ask for another kiss at his lips. All too suddenly, there’s not a stitch of clothing left between them, and they’re left pressed against each other, with Jiang Yanli’s hands pressing against the few scars on his chest and with his hands framing Jiang Yanli’s face while they kiss, softly and urgently all at once. Her tongue sweeps across his bottom lip and he opens readily to welcome her into his mouth.

“Mingjue,” Jiang Yanli calls quietly, her fingers curling possessively over his shoulders, “won’t you take me to bed?” Nie Mingjue wants those fingers scratching lines down his back.

“Anything my wife asks me for, she’ll have.” Nie Mingjue answers seriously before he picks her up easily, he wouldn’t let Jiang Yanli walk to their wedding bed tonight.

He waits until she’s comfortable and still underneath him to wave a hand to put all the candles out at once, but she stops him, reaching up and catching his arm. “Please don’t, A-Jue, I want to see you.”

Hearing it nearly stops his heart, his eyes growing owlishly wide. He’d wanted to see her, too, he’d wanted to see the glow of her skin underneath him while he tried his hardest to make her feel good. Knowing that she’d wanted to see him just as badly soothed some ruffled part of him down. “A-Li,” Nie Mingjue smiles, and his heart aches for her, even as he leans forward and kisses her, pressing their bodies together once again.

It only lasts for a moment, and then he’s kissing down her chin, her throat, over her breasts and down her stomach, until he feels those soft, dark curls brushing against his skin. “Tell me whether or not you like this,” Nie Mingjue says almost too seriously.

Jiang Yanli’s thighs are soft in his hands as Nie Mingjue situates them over his shoulders and settles himself on his belly between them, those dark curls already brushing against his lips. It was something he’d only read about, but the girls in the books, even the purely instructional ones, had seemed to enjoy this, and he wanted Jiang Yanli to enjoy herself with him.

His first lick is entirely exploratory, the tip of his tongue bumping against Jiang Yanli’s clit almost clumsily a few more times, but her legs twitch at his shoulders and he looks up at her quickly. “Good? Bad?” There were other things they could try if she didn’t like it, there would always be other things.

Jiang Yanli doesn’t answer right away, she seems to be weighing the words before they even come out, though her hand stretches out and finds Nie Mingjue’s hair, “It’s different,” She finally says, beginning to card her fingers through his hair, “but it isn’t bad.”

“Do you want me to keep going, or do you want me to stop?” Nie Mingjue asks, not even bothering to stop himself from leaning into her hand.

Smiling, Jiang Yanli runs her thumb over Nie Mingjue’s cheek, “I’d like it if you kept going, but you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

Nie Mingjue doesn’t answer, not verbally, instead he turns his face against her palm and kisses it quickly before he sinks down between Jiang Yanli’s legs again, his tongue licking over her with more purpose now.

Her hand in his hair goes from stroking gently to gripping him tighter and tighter and even pulling the longer he has his mouth on her. At one point, Jiang Yanli had tried to pull her hand away apologetically, but Nie Mingjue had stopped her, pulling her back and sucking harder on her clit.

That had pulled noises out of Jiang Yanli’s throat that Nie Mingjue could only chase after now, his cock hard and aching between his legs. How many times had he wrapped his hand around himself and thought about this without having any idea how she’d taste on his tongue? How many times had he thought of her and turned bright red with embarrassment and shame right after?

He wouldn’t burn with shame after this, though, never with her.

He must make some sort of noise because she stops him, both of her hands finding him. “Mingjue,” Jiang Yanli gasps, her eyes only half open, and she looks beautiful, “Mingjue, let me make you feel good too.” She sits up as she says it, pulling his hand off his cock and using it to try and pull him on top of herself again. He goes like a man in a trance.

He can’t help the pained noise that climbs out of his throat as he’s taken into her hand, her thumb stroking over the head of his cock while the rest of her fingers brush over him experimentally, as if she were trying to see what kind of noises he might make for her. “Yanli, I’m not going to- I won’t last if you do that.” Getting the words out to stop her is a challenge that he’s never known before, his cock twitching and aching in her hand. “Please,” He begs her for mercy, his eyes closing and his forehead coming to rest against hers.

Jiang Yanli kisses him chastely as she guides him inside of herself, a noise escaping the both of them at the same time. “You feel so nice.” Jiang Yanli gasps as Nie Mingjue sinks deeper inside of her still, her legs tighten around his hips and her nails are digging into his shoulders now.

“I want you to feel good, A-Li.” Nie Mingjue groans, the heat of her distracting enough to keep him from moving for a burning few seconds. He only starts to move when he thinks they can both handle it, noises still pouring out of them while he does it.

“But do you feel good, A-Jue?” Jiang Yanli asks, interrupting herself twice with moans that bubble to the surface faster than she can stop them.

She clenches around him, either intentionally or unintentionally, and makes Nie Mingjue’s brain short circuit, his eyes squeezing shut as he buries his face into her shoulder. “Fuck, yes.” He groans, his thrusts getting rougher. “Jiang Yanli, you make me feel so good.” Nie Mingjue pants and snaps his hips hard into hers, making her cry out, her legs tightening around him.

Jiang Yanli clenches around him, coming and clinging tighter and tighter to him while her nails rake down his back, taking Nie Mingjue right along with her.

Nie Mingjue is still buried deep inside of her as he comes, his grip tightening and then loosening. He doesn’t want to bruise her.

He rolls off of her to keep himself from crushing her as he pulls out, but gathers her into his arms and holds her against his chest just as quickly. She comes willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and hiding her face in his chest.

They need to clean up, Nie Mingjue knows that, but the thought of moving, the thought of letting go of her for even a moment, are the worst thoughts he thinks he’s ever had.

“Are you alright?” He asks instead, stroking her hair back even though he can’t see her face.

It takes a long few moments for Jiang Yanli to answer, her eyes looking hazy when she comes away from where she’d hidden her face against him, her hand fumbling to find his. “No one told me how nice it would feel.” Jiang Yanli says, brushing away Nie Mingjue’s worry before it had had time to fully take root, a half sighed laugh leaving him.

Bringing the back of her hand to his lips, Nie Mingjue doesn’t try to hide his smile, “I want you to feel that good, or better, every time we do that, A-Li.” He feels heat spread across his own face as he says it, but he won’t take it back, he meant it.

“My husband is too kind to me.” Jiang Yanli says, leaning forward and brushing a kiss over his fingertips.

“Your husband wants his wife to be happy with him.”

“She is.” Jiang Yanli says confidently, leaning the whole of her weight against him, “Your wife is happier than her husband will ever know.”

Nie Mingjue swears he sees stars in her eyes, but he’s helpless to do anything but stare into them until Jiang Yanli falls asleep against his chest.

He doesn’t let go of her, even as he pulls the blankets over them and lies flat underneath her.

#minors dni #nsft #mingli #jueli #nie mingjue #jiang yanli #nmj #jyl #me a few months ago: i dont really write ****!#me now: why the fuck you lyin why you always lyin ohhh my god just stop fuckin lyin #on that note pls dont let this get me into trouble

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honkytonk-hangman · 2 years ago

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SNEAK PEEK – TAKE CARE OF BUSINESS

40s!Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Summary: The last time you met Lieutenant Jake Seresin, the war was still ongoing and you'd been in a floundering engagement. Back then you'd seen the possibility for more in his eyes, and now? Well, now you could explore it.

Notes: hello comrades, its me, el presidente of the Jake Seresin Professional Baby Girl Club :) vibes wise, this is partially based on the potato movie and a little bit of what we've seen in trailers for Devotion. Mostly because sweetcheeks looks so good in both. I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek, please send an ask or comment if you would like to be tagged when it comes out!!! <3

Reader has a nickname– Duckie, but its just so that it's easier to write dialogue lol pls dont b mad uwu thank u to @ussgallifrey @natrace @bvckysmoon for being very devious and sending me lots of pictures of mr handsome when i should be finishing my other wips <3 love u all never change <3

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UPDATE: FULL FIC AVAILABLE HERE!

1946

You can’t help but let out a laugh as you’re guided through the busy dance hall, barely missing a waiter with a large tray of drinks as you go. You try to call back an apology, but the hand wrapped around your wrist is already dragging you away, weaving in and out of the crowds of dancers and party-goers.

You’d almost forgotten what the atmosphere in a place like this could be like, exuberant and daring, and now that the war was officially over, lacking in any sort of melancholy.

Bea, your well meaning, but a little over-excited friend, finally seems to be slowing down, though she has one last surprise in stall for you, using your momentum to swing you around to her side with a strength such a small woman certainly shouldn’t possess.

“There she is!” a male voice, deep and pleasant, greets from somewhere in front of you, and you give your head a quick shake, attempting to get your bearings now.

“Sorry we’re late, sugar! Had a lipstick emergency!” Bea says only half truthfully, stepping away from your side momentarily to allow a handsome moustachioed man to lean down and kiss her cheek.

You can’t help but smile at the sweet display. Bea had been telling you all about Bradley Bradshaw for weeks now, and if even half of what she’d told you was true, you already liked him immensely for treating your friend so well.

“And this must be the famous Duckie I’ve heard all about,” honey coloured eyes swivel away from Bea and land on you, making you remember yourself.

“It’s so good to meet you at last, Lieutenant Bradshaw!” you shake his offered hand warmly.

“Please just call me Bradley– or Rooster!” he gently corrects you, before he hums, and shoots Bea a suspicious look.

“Do you think she’s adding us birds to some sort of collection?” he asks conspiratorially, the question making you laugh genuinely at the absurdity.

Bea huffs, shakes her head, and smacks his arm, trying her best to fight off the grin on her lips.

“All I’ll say Rooster, is that you’d best treat her right, or she will hunt you for sport,” you lean in and reply, receiving your own smack for your trouble. Rooster’s face turns bright and he laughs, pulling Bea near with his arm around her.

“I can believe that, yes ma’am,” they look at each other with barely concealed adoration, and it makes your heart clench a little in your chest. You’re quickly distracted though, with the sudden and rowdy approach of six other people, all dressed to the nines like everyone else around you. Rooster seems unfazed by their appearance, though he tears his eyes away from Bea to glance around at the now much larger group you were in.

“Fellas, you all know Bea already, and this is Bea’s friend, Duckie,” he easily introduces you to the six newcomers, all men except for a tall, beautiful brunette woman who looked like she could eat every single one of them for breakfast. A flurry of handshakes and names are exchanged, and you’re surprised by just how quickly you feel totally absorbed by the group of Naval Aviators, like you’d known them all for years and were just catching up again.

“I’m spotting a free table, north west!” the man who held the youngest looking features of the group, Fanboy you believe he’d introduced himself as, pipes up, pointing over everyone's heads to the large round table that was currently being cleaned up. Before you can even process it, the entire group is migrating casually toward the table, Rooster catching the arm of the waiter before he leaves, putting a round in, you assume.

You find yourself next to Bob, who sends you an adorably awkward little grin as he pulls out your chair for you, and you thank him sincerely. Despite the gentlemanly gesture, the moment you’re comfortable, he’s taking his own seat, and once more totally absorbed by the woman you’d learn was named Phoenix, or Nat. You hadn’t noticed it earlier, too distracted by all the new faces, and their excitable personalities, but Bob was clearly, utterly enamoured by Phoenix, and it looked like the feeling was returned, if perhaps a little less socially awkward.

“Hey, Javy, where’s Hangman?” Bea is sat a few places down from you, her hand wrapped through Rooster’s arm. A man on the opposite side of the table waves his hand over his shoulder.

“He’s coming, probably caught his reflection in a glass,” Javy snorts.

“I wanted to introduce him to Ducky!” Bea pouts, and her words make you frown.

“Pardon?” you say pointedly, leaning around Bob and Phoenix to look at Bea with a frown. Rooster seems to be matching your expression, and he cocks his head at his partner.

“Ducky is far too nice for him,” Rooster says, but you get the feeling he doesn’t really mean it.

“Oh come off it, Ducks, you could do with meeting someone new!” Bea rolls her eyes, but her voice is imploring.

Your frown deepens just a little bit, but you aren’t too angry. It wasn’t as if she’d tricked you into a double date or anything. There were plenty of other seemingly solo people around that you’re sure any awkwardness could easily be avoided if you managed to stick by Bob and Phoenix.

“I’m afraid that I won’t be able to help you there, Honey Bea,” A smooth male voice purrs from behind you, and you almost jump at the hand that comes to rest on the back of your chair. You turn quickly in no small amount of surprise at the person apparently so close behind you, but any further thought is cut off when your eyes land on the handsome face smirking coquettishly down at you.

You’re so surprised, you gasp daintily, moving to stand so that you can greet the familiar man properly.

“Lieutenant Seresin!” you welcome him excitedly, gratefully accepting the hand he offers to help you to your feet.

“Jake,” he corrects, and you feel foolish for laughing.

“Jake!” you repeat warmly.

“You two already know each other?” Bea sounds put out, but intrigued, and you tear your gaze away from Jake for a few moments to focus on her.

“Oh Ducky and I are good ol’ friends,” Jake tells her, and you cock your head at him with a small shake, but look back at your friend.

“We met in Paris, during the war,” you explain to her, opening your mouth to continue on that he had been a friend of your fiance’s, but you stop yourself.

“My favourite nurse,” Jake adds, and brings your hand that you realise he’s still holding to his lips. Your chest flutters, but you’re distracted from the butterflies by the odd look on his face, paired with the brief flicker of his eyes down to your hand.

“Where is the old man, then?” Jake tilts his head at you, and then quickly around at the crowded club, and you suck in a breath, realising now what he’d been confused by.

You take your left hand back from him with only a small amount of effort, and smooth down your frock primly. Suddenly his closeness was nerve wracking.

“Probably with his new wife, I haven’t exactly been keeping up,” you scold yourself for the sass and bitterness. Jake’s head whips back to face you, and for several moments he stares down at you, before a tiny crease pulls between his brows, and his lips purse.

“I never liked him, anyway,” Jake says the words, and you know it’s supposed to be a joke, but his taut expression and humourless voice say otherwise. You look down at your skirt and shrug.

“Well, it’s probably for the best,” you shake off any residual foul mood, and straighten, letting your lips curl back into a smile.

“It’s so good to see you again,” you say happily, and Jake’s face softens. He takes back your hand, and kisses it once more.

“I imagine,” he bounces an eyebrow at you, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“You’re supposed to say ‘you too’!” you grumble with no conviction, as Jake rounds your seat, only releasing your hand when he has to, to help you back into your chair, before he takes the empty space beside you. He simply shrugs, before his eyes flick past you to Rooster and Bea.

“Sorry to ruin your setup,” he doesn’t sound very sorry at all, though you doubt Bea was feeling too upset right now, with the way she was looking between you and Jake with glee in her eyes.

“Hey, wasn’t my plan. I think she’s too good for you,” Rooster chortles, catching the fist Bea attempts to sock him with, and kisses it instead.

Jake cuts his gaze down at you, and leans in so only you’ll hear him.

“How long have you been in San Diego?” he asks, and you’re forced to lean away so you can look up at him without your faces being much too near.

“Six months now. I met Bea on the boat coming home from London, she convinced me not to go back to New York after… everything.” you tell him equally as quietly, but realising what a stroke of luck it was that you had just so happened to run into one another here, when you so easily could have never seen him again.

“I’m glad.” he says, pinning you in place with an almost curious stare, but you figure he was just taking in your face for the first time in two years. Part of you wishes you hadn’t moved back, but if you’d remained in place and simply turned your head, you’re almost certain your lips might’ve been close enough to touch when you spoke.

The thought makes your face boil, and you avert your gaze, and reach for the glass of water that had been poured for you earlier.

“Oh, Duckie,” Jake hums in an almost sing-song, leaning away from you at last, and once again speaking at a normal volume. You turn to look at him with a questioning frown, but he only continues to watch you in amusement, cheshire grin pulling at his lips.

“My little sitting Duckie,” he continues, smile only continuing to grow. You shake your head at him good-naturedly, but can’t help but feel there's some truth in his teasing.

You know you should probably feel more trepidation, but the only thing that you feel pumping through your veins is the exhilarating thrill at the thought of Jake calling you ‘his’ anything.

The way he was looking at you felt positively predatory, and under his blistering stare, you really were a sitting duck.

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