#please feel hugged bc your words were so unexpected and kind i thank you so much

[forsworned]

hey pookie i saw your requests were open so i thought id drop by with this little nugget

simon x older sister reader who loves her family more than anything but has a weird inner turmoil with them kind of like fiona gallagher style

sort of “as your child im still mad but as a human i forgive you”

possibly military x cop brat, had to step up to raise her siblings and she’s thankful for everything her parents did for them and understands both are traumatized but also has a lot of resentment for the amount of stress and caretaking she did for her parents and her siblings.

really shows with the way she loves simon too. always taking care of him bc it’s the only thing she knows how to do to show someone you love him and it’s exactly what simon thinks he needs, someone to borderline mother him with their affection and caretaking. but he starts to feel almost condescended?? when she won’t let him take care of her. she feels unheard bc she has this feeling, no matter how unjustified, that if she doesn’t do everything herself it won’t get done. only way they know to argue is yelling but after a few really difficult nights they sit down and eventually they start to sort it out

they’re just two traumatized people leaning to love eachother your honor

"How was work today?"

You inquire, chopping the leek on the wooden board before tossing it into the pot. Simon glances over at the dark circles under your eyes, and your hunched stances over the stove before you peer over at him.

"' was fine." He slowly moves closer to you. "Lemme help." He puts his hand over yours and reflexively jerks your hand away from him.

"I'm fine." You practically spit at him. His eyes harden slightly at your reaction. Knowing the past family trauma that you had both been through it was common, but today, Simon's patience is wearing thin.

"You're not fine." He retorts, taking the knife out of your hand. You try yank it back, but he's quicker. "I want to take care of you for once, [name]. Let me. Please."

Simon begging to help you isn't new, but usually, he had given up to avoid confrontation. Today, however, he is not backing down so quickly.

You lip quivers. "If I don't do it—"

"—No one will?" Simon finishes for you. He scoffs, setting the knife down on the counter. You reach for it again and he slides it away further from you. "Tha's a load of horseshit and you know it. 'm not some incompetent fool. I can take care of myself and you."

You avert your gaze to the kitchen tile, letting out a shaky breath as you wipe away the tears pricking at your eyes with the back of your sleeve. "It's all I know how to do." You whisper, hugging yourself. "Ever since Mom and Dad passed..."

You choke on your sobs, and Simon sighs before wrapping his burly arms around you in a comforting hug. His chin rests on the top of your head, and you swallow thickly.

"I know, I know." He rubs your arm. "But we're all grown up now, eh?"

He pulls back to look down at you, and his words make you crack a smile through your tears. "Yeah, we are."

"So stop being so harsh on yourself. Live your life for you, [name]." He stares intently at you, gently jostling you with every word. You nod and rub your eyes again.

"Besides, I know you've got a thing for Johnny and..." He begins, and your cheeks warm at his unexpected words.

He raises his brows at your bashful expression before chuckling.

"I don't!" You protest, crossing your arms, but Simon sees right through you.

"He says he's been dying to tell you—"

"Lalalalala!" You cover your ears with your hands as you run out of the kitchen. He shakes his head as he resumes the cooking you left behind. If it gets you out of taking care of him, he'd do it again and again. The biggest perk? He was telling the truth. So, his plan to get you out of the house is already working.

"Killin two birds with one stone," Simon murmurs to himself, smiling as he stirs the pot.

[enden-k]

I just have to tell you

I've been seeing you be worried about what you post and if people are getting annoyed

So I just want you to know that I love reading your head cannons and all ur art whether is fluffy, angsty, comedic, or smexy. And all the other things like the Nintendo thingy

It's your blog

and I hope you post whatever you want to share and everyone should support u.

I also understand the anxiety and stress of pleasing others especially followers

But please don't let others dictate what should be on YOUR blog. If they don't like it there are options for them to hide or ignore it.

I think it's amazing just the way it is and I love seeing you get excited over things and your interests.

Not trying to be mean to anyone just want you to know I love ur stuff and am a lil worried negative comments might be affecting u.

All the love @ you

i feel a little silly but this made me cry AHHhah had to take a moment

ngl it is a little stressful for me here lately. like, i already mentioned it a lot of times before i think but im. very very bad with people. i get nervous extremely easily and im very awkward, im pretty sure thats noticeable in some of the stupid, brainless things or gibberish i say-- i like talking to people (and lots of you are really nice) but at the same time im scared i mess up bc im jsut so bad and awkward at talking. i dont get jokes sometimes, i dont get it when someone is purposefully mean to me or just messing around. ; i dont mind some teasing but sometimes i cant tell if smth was meant seriously or not, so bc i cant pick up on that i just get a bit more careful and quiet or just like "ahaha" bc idk if i actually behaved annoying and i dont wanna upset anyone (i know i know its my blog and all, but its jsut me as a person. i dont like upsetting someone and im just. a people pleaser ig?) so yeah i guess you could say some stuff affects me, though it is mostly stuff i cant tell the meaning of or interpret wrong?

people deciding for me what i post about is not really an issue tbh, i have lots of requests or ideas in my inbox but i long since stopped trying to draw everythign like i did back then in fate. i draw for whatever i personally like or smth, if that was what you were worried about (i just get insecure sometimes when i draw smth "too often" e.g. suggestive stuff etc that it might annoy people. again, i know its my blog but again, im someone who worries about other people etc) i enjoy drawing, for myself and for others, and sharing my stuff here and it makes me super happy whenever i see people like it or tell me about it, thats not whats stressful for me. its just bc of this whole thing mentioned above and how insecure it gets me sometimes. and bc im worried i accidentally annoy anyone with uhhh. me being me i guess, when i cant control it good. im trying my best, really. its just not very good, im sorry about that

anyway, enough about that, i feel like i talked so randomly about things you probably didnt even mean, in my defence im a bit tired and my thoughts are jumpy hhh

nothing awful happened or smth negative was said to me, i think? unless someone was actually mean and i didnt get it. please dont worry! but i thank you for your concern still <3 im happy to know you like whatever random thing im sharing with you all haha

[sneezefiction]

soft karasuno sleepover

Karasuno x Reader - Sleepover Headcanons

anon request: “please make a karasuno version of the sleepover headcanons!”

a/n: when the haikyuu manga ended, my heart kinda dropped and i was feeling a bit low. writing this was a bit like like honey to the soul. i hope you enjoy some Karasuno team fluff and sweetness!

warnings: none!

wc: 1050

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let’s be honest, the Karasuno boys have already hosted several team sleepovers

they’re usually held at the school gym, as long as they can get permission from the principal

it’s typically just the guys, but since you only became a manager this past month, Noya and Tanaka are insisting (begging on hands and knees) that you, Kiyoko, and Yachi join them this time

you’re skeptical that this will go well but, all things considered, this is an interesting (if not disastrous) opportunity to get to know everyone

so you roll with it, trying to get a read on the crazy boys you’ll be spending a lot of time with over the next year

but when the time comes for the sleepover, you barely make it into the building before hearing Hinata screeching and Kageyama... well, he’s calling Hinata an idiot repeatedly

so nothing seems out of the ordinary… yet

you’re greeted by a softly smiling Yamaguchi and Tsukki, who loosely trails after him, a look of regret plastered to his face

“Y/n! Daichi said to help you with your pillows and bags while he and Suga buy snacks from the store. Can I grab anything for you?”

so you let Yams help you get set up while Tsukki off-handedly comments that you could definitely lay out your own sleeping bag

but you get sassy right back at him and Tsukishima loses some of his colder edge, opting to consider you as “interesting” instead of “another person born for the purpose of bothering him,” as Hinata likes to put it

it’s not long before Asahi notices you, the gentle giant waving at you with a sweet grin and starts to walk over to you

but this only alerts Nishinoya of your presence

which is actually kind of terrifying bc the enthusiastic libero is bolting towards you at full-speed with no intention of hitting the brakes

“Y/n, you came!!!” Noya’s yell echoes across the gym, successfully ending your final moments of peace for the night

you’re almost tackled to the ground, but Daichi arrives just in time to grab him by the collar and save you from impending doom and an aching back

both Suga and Asahi are apologizing for Nishinoya’s “outburst” while Daichi chews both Noya and Tanaka out (even though Tanaka didn’t do anything??)

thankfully, things calm down a tad after that and you’re now in the hands of Kiyoko and Yachi who arrived shortly after you did

the girls place their stuff and sleeping bags near yours, but Daichi is sure to put Ennoshita and Asahi nearby so that you can have peace of mind that you won’t be attacked by sharpie’s and curious gazes after dark

and after a little more fighting and catching up, everyone plops down onto their pillows for a little game of (what was supposed to be) truth or dare

but thanks to “The Unmentionable Bottle-flipping Incident,” (courtesy of Sugawara, Tanaka, and Noya) Daichi has banned the dare part. so it’s basically a glorified “20 questions”

at the request of Hinata, you’re the first to answer questions:

“Okay, y/n… what makes someone ‘family’?” the bubbly, orange-haired boy reads off a question from a p*nterest post

“What the hell, Hinata?” Tanaka and Suga say simultaneously

“Uh, yeah, most people start with stuff like, ‘What’s your favorite color?’ But you’re an idiot, so what was I expecting anyways…” Tsukki rambles quietly to himself, a smirk growing on his and Yamaguchi’s faces

Kageyama had literally zoned out until he heard the word stupid and then joined everyone in insulting Hinata (but Kags isn’t sure why. It’s second-nature at this point.)

Yachi is attempting to reign everyone in, doing damage control, and apologizing to you for the commotion at the same time

but your sweet, unexpected laughter brings them out of their bickering, sparing Hinata more grief than he can physically handle

“It’s okay, Hinata. I don’t mind answering this one.” your voice is reassuring, everyone’s attention centering back onto you

you’ve only spent a month or so with the team, so you’re still learning about each and every one of them… but you’ve never felt more at home than when you were surrounded by their comforting chaos

they never seemed to judge you for things you didn’t know. they didn’t question your intellect or disrespect you. even Tsukki, who’s salty as all hell, tolerates you and lets you get in on some of his and Yamaguchi’s inside jokes

so you answer as honestly as possible,

“I think someone becomes family when they welcome you just as you are. When you’re treated as equals but also as an individual, I guess.” you pause, considering your next words

but their attentive gazes beckon you to continue

“...And I think you all fit that ‘family’ mold pretty well.” you beam, your smile reaching your eyes even though you feel heat rising to your chest and face

Yachi has tears welling up in her eyes, her hands covering her mouth and Kiyoko’s gaze softens

the third years are speechless and Hinata is copying your bright smile. Kageyama actually looks kind of… touched? and Tsukki maintains his disinterested disposition, but secretly he’s intrigued by your words

“Well, in case you were wondering, y/n, we already think of you as family here.” Daichi manages to get out, still processing your incredibly precious answer

before you can say anything, Noya has already gotten to his feet, jumped over to you, and has you wrapped in the biggest hug

and everyone else joins, practically dogpiling on top of you until you finally have to tap out for the sake of not being stuck under them forever

the rest of the night is filled with laughter & “Hinata, boke!” & chocolate & Sugawara trying to convince Daichi to let him try “that” dare one more time because, and i quote, “i’m the vice-captain and I deserve to have a say in this!” 

although you don’t get much sleep, you’ve pretty much hit the jackpot with these kids

because out of all the people you could’ve met, all the teams you might have managed, never would you have felt so at home if it hadn’t been for Karasuno’s volleyball team

now you’re a part of their wild family... and there’s nothing you can do about it

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soft team sleepover series

soft shiratorizawa sleepover

soft seijoh sleepover

soft nekoma sleepover

soft fukurodani sleepover (in progress)

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tags: @cherryonigiri, @yams046, @miss-rin, @shou-kunn, @senkuwu-chan, @super-noya, @stcrryskies, @holaaaf, @sugacookiies, @vintgicals

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[tobioslune]

liquid courage

Paring: Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

Genre : fluff, comfort? college au kinda, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, Iwaizumi being soft and a simp

Warnings? : implied drinking, (aged up), cursing (from the lyrics), a little smooch 

a/n: This is a draft i started in january but things happened that made me leave it for about like four months lol (if u wanna know what happened while i was writing this you can read it here lol also you could see how i wrote / continued writing it here ) but! im finally finished and im pretty proud of it even though its lowkey all over the place :>> please do check out the song bc it slaps and it’s really good lol okay that’s all for now hope you enjoy <3 (last notee: likes and reblogs are really appreciated!!)

▶ now playing : drunk - dijon 

You and Iwaizumi have been close friends since highschool, and feelings may have been caught during that time. With the reason of not wanting to ruin the relationship you’ve built with him, you tried to brush it off. And like every other trope where you fall for your best friend you expected that he wouldn’t feel the same way.

Surprisingly both of you ended up going to the same university, and you were able to hang out and keep in touch with each other. Everytime you think you’ve set those feelings aside, whenever some romantic tension presents itself, it bubbles up inside all over again. Like an annoying weed that keeps coming back no matter how hard you try to get rid of it. 

School and other work has been pressing on you for the past few months and you just keep getting into a slump. No matter how hard you try, you find yourself in the same place you were over and over again. Iwaizumi noticed this and really tried his best to help but he’s also caught up with a ton of things. 

O baby, I’m lonely and I’m fucked up by myself

 Could uu come here?!  

It was 1am on a Saturday and Mattsun called you. You were working on an essay and it was super unexpected. It was able to shake you from the somewhat trance you were in while trying to think.

“Hey y/n-san I’m so sorry to call you at such a late time and most probably not so nice notice, but is it okay if you pick-up Hajime here at our usual place? Hanamaki and the others have already left and theres a paper I need to take care of, and you’re the only one I could think of.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Did Hajime drink too much like last time?” You think to yourself, ‘How stubborn, I’ve told him last time to be mindful of how much he takes because of his low tolerance’  You found the thought quite amusing.

“He sure has. When will you be able to get here by the way?” Mattsun replies.

“Give me about 15 minutes, it’s not so far from where I live anyways. Can you keep him company for a little while longer?” you tell him. This would be able to get your mind off the stress and exhaustion you’re in hopefully for a little while. Besides you haven’t met him in person for about month so it would be nice to see him again.

“Yeahh I can do that. Thanks again by the way y/n.”

“Suree, anytime. Okay see you in a bit, bye”

“Bye.”

The train stations are already closed at this time, and it would be too much of a hassle to take a cab to and from where he lives so it probably would be best that he crash at your place instead.

You straighten a few things up in your apartment and proceed to grab a jacket, your keys, wallet and your phone, placing it into a small purse. As you closed the door you could already feel a rush of cold air surrounding you.

The walk there was quite refreshing and you felt much better than you did earlier. As you arrived there you could see Mattsun waiting in front. You smiled as you walked toward him. It took him a couple seconds to recognize you as you came into view. 

“Heyy, hope I didn’t take too long” you said as you greeted him with a hug. 

“No, it’s all good you actually arrived faster than I expected”, Mattsun replies returning your smile. 

“He’s inside by the way.” gesturing with the back of his thumb.

“Okay, I’ll go take care of it from here” 

“Thanks again, apologies if it interrupted anything important.” 

“Like I said, it's alright! I got it.” you assure him.

You both bid your goodbyes and you make your way inside the homey bar. There he was, head resting on his right hand and glass of water in the other. You figured he sobered up at least a little bit. 

You let out an amused sigh, “Oh Haj, I’ve told you a couple of times last time to watch it, right?” You took a seat in front of him, leaning your head on your hand. He laughed a little at the statement made. “Sorry y/n, got a bit caught up and forgot.” 

Letting out a low hum you respond, “Anyways, ready to go?” 

“Yeah just give me a moment.” His head was still pounding from the drinks.

I’M WASTING and I’m anxious; I’m fading from myself… 

You placed his arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep him upright and stable as you walk. Compared to him he was obviously heavier making it difficult for you to even make it to the door, you were basically stumbling out, but somehow you were able to manage and he was at least trying to cooperate even when everything was practically hazy for him in that moment.

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You fell for him, and little did you know he did too. You’ve known Hajime as reserved, reliable, firm, caring and surprisingly stubborn at times. He knew that if he told his friends and teammates they would tease him and make it more obvious that's why he kept it in a never said a word. 

He liked you, he liked you so much, but sometimes you just seemed so out of reach to him. Loved by almost everyone, you were beautiful, charming and just overall amazing to him. There were times where he really tried to deny his feelings, his emotions, toward you but whenever another guy would be around you he just can’t help but want you all to himself.

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As school progressed your schedule became more hectic and your assignments started to pile up. It felt like an endless mess and an inevitable disaster. He saw how stressed you were but he felt a bit helpless because he didn't know what to do. He couldn’t really help you because of your different courses and besides he wouldn’t even know what to do. As time went on your hangouts became lesser and lesser and sometimes you'd even be too busy or even too tired to chat with him. You would try making plans but your group mates would suddenly set up meetings or deadlines would abruptly be sent and given. 

Although he has tried reaching out, because of how busy you were he was left alone with his thoughts and feelings and he tried to make sense of how he really felt. He wanted to avoid thinking of you but that became difficult for him when almost everything reminded him of you…

“They would have liked this..”, “I should probably ask if they ate.”,  “This would be such a nice gift for y/n.”,  “I wonder what they would think of this.”, it just felt like never ending thoughts of you.

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When Matsukawa and the rest of the old team from Seijoh offered him to hang out and catch up he couldn't say no. By going he would be able to hang out with them and it would hopefully be a distraction to help get you off his mind. He knew you were busy and in his head he thought that maybe you didn't like him the say he does. You ran circles around his mind and at time he’s just feel so conflicted and confused.

In the end he got wasted, he felt faded, and just wanted to feel ok. He accidentally ended up telling the boys out of frustration that he had feelings for someone which left him with mixed emotions at times. They found this quite surprising because who would get him so hung up and drunk like that.

COULD U COME HERE?! And say u’ll stay the night 

Although you reminded him last time you went drinking to watch his intake you were still shocked that he was so drunk he could barely think straight. The cold air and silence filled the walk and everything in some way felt alright. You felt at peace and his presence made everything feel comfortable even if you were practically carrying him.

He sighs, “Hey I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess I accidentally let myself go back there again.” 

“It's ok, I mean that's bound to happen to everyone at some point I've got you  don't worry it's fine.” you respond.

“Where are we going, by the way?” He asks.

“I'm taking you back to my place, I mean if you don't mind. The subways are closed and the taxis are hard to come by at this time.” 

“Oh ok, it's fine, I mean I have nowhere else to go to anyways and I don't really mind,”  He says with a flustered laugh.

As you keep walking you pass by a convenience store you both frequently used to hang out at when your schedules weren't so busy.

“Hey Haj, we should stop there for a while just so you could sober up a little more. Also I’m a bit hungry anyway,”  you suggest.

“Yeah good idea, besides you must be kind of tired trying to carry me around for this long.”

You both make your way to the convenience store and you tell him to sit outside while you buy something for the both of you.

 Cause it’s been a while, since I've seen u smiling! O baby, could u come down? I think I’m freaking out! And I’m drunk! 

You step inside and the warmth of the shop embraces you. You then proceed to get some meat buns, and two coffees. As you go to pay you take a glimpse outside to check up on Iwaizumi and to your surprise he was already looking at you. You quickly turn away and you feel a small blush attempting to creep up on your face, but you shake the thought away as you make it to the counter.

You finish paying and walk over to where Iwaizumi is sitting and you place the food down on the table. Handing over a meat bun and a coffee to him, you sit down and sigh in satisfaction as you bite into yours. Somewhat comfortable silence fills the space and you absentmindedly process everything that happened.

“So, how was the hang out with the guys? I haven't seen them in so long. You sure must’ve had fun...” You say in the hopes of making things a little less awkward and quiet.

“Oh yeah it was great.” He replies with his mouth still with food, you laugh and he continues after he finally swallows what he was eating.

“Yeah it was really fun, we got to catch up on a lot and they're doing pretty great I must say. You should come next time, I mean when you're not busy. I miss our hangouts, you know...” 

“Is this not a hangout?” You humorously ask.

“I mean, it is but I'm saying we should hang out more when you're not busy and when I'm not drunk.”  He says with a laugh.

“Yeah we totally should.“ You say with a smile.

“So anyways, how's life?” 

“Well I mean I'm doing ok, but overall just really stressed. Work and papers have been piling up and my head has been pounding for like weeks or maybe even just days you know, but I guess I'm doing fine.” Giving a small laugh to lighten the statement.

“Yeah the workloads really suck right now, they're crazy. But I'm here for you if you need anything even if I don’t really understand a thing from your subjects.”

“Yeah, I know.” You say giving him a reassuring grin.

You both take a brief pause when he suddenly brings up an old inside joke you both had when you were younger. You spend about an hour reliving memories, throwing around jokes, teasing each other and laughing a lot.

Sighing into a smile he says, “I really miss this. It's been a while since I've seen you smile like that.” 

“Yeah I missed our hangouts like these, this feels so great and nostalgic in a way.”

And I don’t think I can beat it, I’m paralyzed, I’m terrified of being alone!

You both clean up and start to continue your walk back to your place. All the stress you’ve been feeling earlier feels as if it has left and you feel relieved. As you both near your apartment complex, Iwaizumi stops making you turn back.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask.

“Yeah I’m good.” You then proceed to turn around, but he suddenly continues.

“Listen I need to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that we’re still going to be ok even as friends afterwards.” He says with a slight seriousness on his face

“Yeah, you can tell me anything I promise I'll still stay. I mean unless you're a criminal and you're gonna kill me.” You joke. Moving closer to him you prepare yourself a bit for whatever he would say.  “So what's up?”

He takes a breath, “I like you y/n -san.... and I'm really sorry if you don’t like me after this or if this makes anything awkward or if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I've liked you since high school and I was too scared to say anything because I thought you liked another guy--”

“--I swear even when we were younger there was something about you that just made everyone like you. You were so nice, friendly to everyone, helpful, beautiful, and so much more. You’re captivating to me… and I’m trying to use whatever’s left of this liquid courage to get this off my chest and I think I’m ready for whatever might come next.” 

Your mouth parts slightly from shock because of what he said but it slowly, turns into a huge grin.   

“Hajime, I don't know what to say…” you cut him off before he could say anything, 

“Because I like you too, and I have for such a long time.”

He lifts up his head with hope and a slight disbelief in his eyes, “You do..? You did..?!’’

“Yes..” you say with a small chuckle and a smile plastered across your face. You walk even closer until you're both mere inches away from each other. You take a relieved sigh and make eye contact with him. You wrap your arms around his neck and draw him in for a hug. He places his arms delicately around your waist hugging you back.

He slowly pulls away and cups your face ever so tenderly, pulling you in so that your lips are merely ghosting the others; and he gently kisses you. You felt as if that you were floating on clouds. His lips were so soft and warm it felt so surreal.

You both pull away and he says with a smile, “I've waited and wanted for so long to do that.”

You couldn't believe that everything that happened, actually happened. It felt like a scenario that you would only be able to play in your head. But it was all real and it was all happening. It felt like a dream, and if this were a scene in some cute drama there would have been hearts floating around your head right now, you felt lovestruck.

 Cause it’s been a while, since i’ve thought about the good things, all the bright light things all the good times that we had! It’s been a while, since I made u smile! 

You finally reach your apartment hand-in-hand, sitting down on the couch as soon as you enter. The night was filled with more conversations, laughter and just overall good times. Homework forgotten and disregarded, you let yourself go and have fun. Surprisingly everything felt like it just fell into place. 

You looked at him and maybe it was the alcohol but he was pretty sure he saw stars in your eyes. 

“I can't believe after all this time you're finally and actually mine.” you say.

Whatever magic or fate intertwined and lined you up to this exact moment you just knew that you were forever grateful.

[mysmegrace]

hey love, how are you? i was wondering if you could do mc (any gender) and 707 going on a dinner date:)

hello love, i'm excellent (bc of u). of course i can, anything for you :3 i've decided to use they/them pronouns in this fic so it's easier for people to insert their own pronouns and gendered language as well as it being applicable to more people yknow. anyway i hope i did this justice <3

summary: saeyoung and mc got out to dinner to end the day. unbeknown to mc, saeyoung has a surprise to ask you.

words: 1.8k

Elly The Fourth (707 x MC)

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you knew saeyoung had a tendency of being late, sometimes he’d even push it to the 15-20 minute mark. you vividly remember telling him about it in the past, but you two always came to an agreement. after all, you couldn’t stay mad when he’d grab the cat ears he had laying around, putting them on while puckering his lips to express false innocence.

however, he had failed to hold up your previous agreement of “if you are to be late, let me know beforehand”. passing a new number on the clock every time you looked up, the restaurant continued to populate with no sign of the man you longed for. boy would you let him have it this time.

you needed something new as a form of punishment. something that would make him stick to your agreements. maybe the silent treatment, or perhaps you’d whip him with the belt he spent a ridiculous amount of money on? “wait no... that wouldn’t end well on my end” you thought as your memories reminded you of his sadistic nature.

while trying to come to a consensus, the vermillion haired man entered the establishment. showing off his typical goofy, yet tender, smile as he eyed your sitting position down. you could hear the clicking of his shoes coming closer, but paid no attention as you had heard that the entire evening from strangers surrounding you.

“boo!” you hear suddenly, almost springing out of your seat, partially convinced your heart would jump out of your chest for a split second. however you had no time to take in sudden scare as your body instantly started to heat up. he arrived 25 minutes late and has the audacity to make his grand entrance by frightening you?

being met with silence on his end, he decides to quickly break the tension. “sorry i’m late, it was an accident” he says, only telling half of the truth. it was an accident in the fact that he was late and didn’t intend on being, but wasn’t an accident in the sense that he knew what he was doing beforehand.

however, he would keep that a secret until the time was right. surprises are better if they’re unexpected after all. snapping out of his thoughts, he noticed how your lips haven’t dared to move in the few minutes he’s been here. trying to come up with ways to lighten the mood while getting a response from you, he says “i’m really sorry. please forgive me and talk to me. it was for a good reason, i promise. you’ll find out soon enough”.

watching as your eyes softened and your posture lightened exactly when he was now eye level with you, he takes it as a sign to continue on with the original plan. only hoping your body language was from you being convinced by his words rather than because of your growing disappointment towards him. going to take the seat across from you, you answer “saeyoung, we’ve talked about this. why were you so late?”.

“babe, i can’t tell you yet. it’s a secret, please understand. let’s enjoy what i have planned for now and we can talk about it later, please?” he answered quickly, not giving a moment for him to accidently spill the beans. after a few seconds, he saw the look on your face as you decided to give into his proposal and make amends later.

for the next hour, tonight would strictly be about you two. he loves nothing more. once you give your verbal agreement, he gives back a small smile. one that reads of gratitude. calling the waiter over, you both receive your menus. 

the food all looked so good, but it wasn’t something he’d want everyday. that kind of taste isn’t much appealing to him. after all, he only chose the restaurant because of your open wish to eat there one day. hence why in classic saeyoung style, he decided on honey garlic chicken wings. commoner food, as jumin would say. honey garlic chicken wings, honey buddha chips, close enough.

on the contrary, you were in awe at the food selection. as long as you ate a few things off the menu, you could die happy. yet shock consumed you when your eyes glided across to check out the price. it was incredibly expensive. guilt started eating you up by the second.

you couldn’t ask him to get you something, it was simply too much. your conscience wouldn’t let you. unbeknownst to you, saeyoung noticed your sudden distress. he could read you like the back of his hand. “what’s the matter?” he asked.

taken aback, you responded “well.. everythings so expensive.” you had tried to mask your emotions in the moment, but to no avail. you should’ve known better than to think your love wouldn’t have his eyes on you 24/7. 

saeyoung could sense that was the issue. you had always been hesistant about spending other peoples money, however that just made him love you more. attempting to calm your worries, he says “don’t worry about it. you know i get paid well”.

you paused, thinking about his statement. “i know, but you should put that money towards savings. after all your work is illegal” you respond, after giving it a half-assed thought. your eyes peered up to find the love of your life smirking, just before replying “pshh, laws are just words on a paper”.

you had to admit, that was a playful thing for him to say. so far he had succeeded in his plans of lightening the mood, it being confirmed when you returned his reply with a giggle. god he loved hearing that giggle.

calling the waiter over again, you two placed your orders. meaning now you both were participating in the waiting game. in saeyoung’s mind, this was a perfect opportunity. he would have at least 20 minutes to explain everything he had been planning to.

so, he starts to go for it. opening by saying “so, about why i was late earlier.” now he had your full attention as you were dying to hear his reasoning so you could decide whether or not an ass whooping would be an acceptable punishment for this evenings occurrence.

“i had booked an appointment to sign some paperwork, but the appointment got moved 30 minutes. i didn’t have a choice but to leave you waiting. and i was too caught up in the moment to let you know beforehand” he continued, giving you a second to take in his words.

yet your mind began racing with questions. what paperwork? why did he need an appointment? why would he plan it for today? you left no time to waste before you let the questions out, not wanting to waste a single second.

perfect, he thought. you were going along with what he had planned out to happen beforehand. giving you your much deserved answers, he continues “well, i needed to do it today so i could give you a proper surprise. i never want you to be in any unnecessary stress, hence why i did everything in advance.”

he left you hanging for no more than a second. he loved being able to see the face you made while you were practically on the edge of your seat. he also loved the dramatic effect, the one he’d never be able to nail unless he were an experience actor. nevertheless, it was fun to try.

so to finish his statement, he lets the secret free, exclaiming “since we both have an undying love for cats, i’ve decided to adopt one. we pick her up tomorrow” giving a genuine, ever so loving, smile at the end of the long awaited sentence.

focused on your end of the table, his heart nearly exploded seeing your face go from suspense to pure joy. he couldn’t ask for anything more. you had began to let out an excited scream, only to contain yourself once the table next to you started to stare. however that didn’t stop you picking yourself up to meet the red head sitting across from you, smiling like a saint.

pulling him into a hug, you whispered “we’re really adopting a cat?” as your lips stood 2 inches away from his ear. his head pulled back from the embrace for a quick moment, only to confirm your statement with a nod of happiness. 

standing there in pure bliss, fantasizing about your new life with your fur baby, you found yourself nearing crying from the overwhelming announcement. only to be brought back to reality once the waiter arrived with your meals. you pulled away, only slightly embarrassed, to become your feast.

“i’m glad you’re so excited” saeyoung spoke. god was all too good to him, he thought. you smiled, softly replying “thank you”. your eyes glanced up from your newly delivered meal to find your lover looking no different than a child being delivered delicious ice cream.

“shall we begin our meal then, 606?” he proposed. you nod, picking up the utensil placed to your right. creating the passage way for the two of you to continue your night full of bliss, no more, no less.

as you silently decided against an ass whooping as reasonable punishment.

BONUS: *on the way home*

“saeyoung” you begin, feeling the once scorching sun hit your revealed arm. “do you have a picture of our future daughter?” you ask. after receiving a gentle laugh, your eyes are met with your loves phone. once inspecting the picture, you could feel yourself melt on the spot.

“she’s adorable, isn’t she?” saeyoung asked, taking a notice of the way your eyes lit up like stars at midnight. with an aggressive yet playful nod of confirmation, in the next second he could feel the way your body pushed into his side, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“thank you so much” you let out, barely being heard from muffling yourself in your lovers flesh. although you couldn’t see it, you had a sense of saeyoungs current facial expression.

one full of excitement, love, passion, and warmth. he would treat this cat like his child, you were positive of it. and on the plus side, jumin wouldn’t have to worry about saeyoung trying to get a hold of elizabeth now.

in that moment, almost as if he heard your thoughts, he says “we should name her elizabeth the fourth, elly for short!”. there was the silly, child-like man you loved, you thought. 

for the remainder of the late hours, you would be convincing saeyoung not to name her any variation of the name elizabeth the third. you knew for a fact that letting that name slide would result in a lawsuit by the morning. 

elly the fourth did sound cute though... perhaps you should propose keeping it as a nickname for times jumin isn’t present. 

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[harrypotterximagines]

Hey! I wanted to ask if you do Oliver Wood! If you do, could you please do an angst fix when female! Reader gets bullied a lot by the quidditch team in her house (She's not Gryffindor) bc of Oliver, and she remains silent about it... And even though it's more than obvious that she's having a bad time, Oliver doesn't notice bc he's so focused on quidditch, that until one of her friends snaps at him! Fluffy ending pls!

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“You’re going to choke on that pumpkin juice,” You said, looking down at Oliver.

Oliver covered his mouth with the crook of his elbow, big brown wide eyes staring up at you. He took a second to gulp before swooshing his arm down to his side, smiling up at you.

“Come to wish me luck on our match in a couple days?” He teased.

You jokingly rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Just the opposite, actually. You already know us Ravenclaws are going to whoop Gryffindor’s butt on the field.”

A petite girl with strawberry blonde hair that stopped at her neck giggled. You looked over at cheery laugh, your smile widening. 

“You know us Gryffindors are undefeated,” Samantha spoke up. 

You pouted your bottom lip at the girl, wishing that you were playing on the same time as her. Samantha has been one of your best friends since you arrived at Hogwarts. 

“That is true,” You pointed out. “But not a fact.”

Oliver scrunched his nose up at you, his contorting to confusion. “Wait, what does that mean?”

Samantha scoffed, instructing Oliver to return his focus back on his breakfast to fuel up for practice later today. 

You waved goodbye at your friends, your mood dropping as you exited the Great Hall. The overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness that electrified your body was quickly evacuating. Your body forced its way to the Quidditch pitch, cold air bitterly nipping at your nose. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in your room and sleep the day away. Although you adore Quidditch and could possibly see yourself becoming pro. 

The dull gray sky and the dried patches of grass made the Ravenclaw team sweaters look blander than usual. Your team was lightly joking around, small chatter over-talking the whistling of the wind until you arrived.

“You’re going to get the ball into the hoop this time?” Your team captain, Randolph spoke up. 

You sucked in a breath and took the broom your teammate extended out for you, the group quickly flying off into the sky.

The one Hogwarts house stereotype that you believed to be accurate was that all Ravenclaws were competitive. You watched as your teammates aggressively chucked quaffles, dodged bludger bats, and squinted through the mist to see that sparkling golden ball. 

You forced yourself to get into the rowdiness, desperate to prove to your teammates that you belonged on the team. You understand that they expected a lot out of you, but sometimes it felt like you needed to sacrifice a limb to get their approval. You would leave Quidditch practices with bloody lips or bruised arms, overexerting your body to get the smallest of smiles from your captain.

You’ve only been on the team for about two years now, but even though you’re considered the “newbie” your skills in the sport were anything but. However, even though you never missed a single shot and tactfully watched out for any obstacles that may come your way, your captain kept barking at you.

You were ready to give up mid-practice. Either you were going to jump off your broom, purposefully crash into the ground, or bark at your captain back. All options seemed desirable and you were debating which one you were going to take up. The fantasy of ditching your team and going back to your friends in the Great Hall dampened your mood even more. The realization that most of your friends, who were Gryffindors, were going to be rolling onto the pitch soon. 

Just when you were going to bring your focus back onto the match, an obnoxiously loud clapping noise echoed into your ears. Staring right at you was Randolph, looking extremely pissed. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. His face was blazing, rosy red cheeks a physical symbol for his anger. 

“Where the hell is your head at!?” He snapped, eyes wild. 

“I swear, for these past previous practices all you’ve been doing is looking like a fool floating in mid-air! Do you just take all your energy and impress me for the first half of the match to only self-destruct and spiral!? Do you not understand that I need your focus to be on the team from the moment you step onto the pitch till you reach those locker rooms at the end?”

You stared at your captain, jaw unhinged. If you all weren’t so high up, flies would be nesting into your gaped mouth. You licked your dry lips, unsure of what to say. Your captain stared at you for a minute longer, expecting an explanation, and when not a peep left your lips he shook his head, flying away.

You silently cursed at yourself, biting back tears. There was no point in crying. Your team would make it harder on you anyways. For the rest of the match, you tried your best to keep up with everyone else. However, it seemed that the team sensed your frustration, tension thickening the skies. 

When the familiar whistle was called to end practice, you were first to fly straight towards the ground. Once you dismounted your broom, a familiar shout called your name.

Oliver and Samantha waved at you, coming up and tackling you with a big hug. You stiffened, the unexpected love and appreciation wanting to make you breakdown on the spot. 

Samantha quickly noticed your mood, examine your face whereas Oliver chirped on about how well you did up in the air. You clenched your jaw, softly thanking Oliver for his kind words.

“Are you okay?” Samantha whispered, taking a step back. 

A few other Gryffindor team members came to your side, congratulating you on a successful practice from their point of view. Oliver began to preach his daily sermon about the importance of stability and control in the air, claiming that you were one of the few people who knew how to incorporate the gravitational pull versus the body’s balance when flying. He seemed so lost in his own mind space that when Randolph came over to yell at you once more, he didn’t notice.

“You need to do better. Or else we’re going to have no choice but kick you off the team,” Your captain spoke up. 

Samantha stared shockingly at your team captain, surprised by the words he was spilling out. Her fists balled, ready to fight in your name when you held her back.

“Seriously. Get your head in the damn game,” Randolph scoffed, leaving you speechless as he walked off.

“Are you serious?” Samantha spoke up once he was out of earshot. “Is he always like this or just to you?”

You blinked a couple times, trying to dry your eyes. You shook your head, not wanting to get into it. You gave Samantha a very obvious fake smile, exclaiming that you were okay and needed to hit the showers.

“No, this isn’t okay!” Samantha bursted out, eyes wide and upset.

Oliver stopped chatting, looking over at Samantha confused. 

“What do you mean? I thought we had our game plan down pact since last week-”

“Shut up, Oliver!” Samantha hissed, rage filling her body.

“I’m talking about the way how Randolph is treating our friend!”

A look of defeat washed your features and it seemed that Oliver noticed. He took a step closer to you, lifting your sunken chin with his finger, bringing your eyes to his own.

“What is he doing to you and I will speak to him,” He said in a low yet demanding voice. His cheery attitude was gone and pure concentration and tension stiffened his features.

“Oliver-”

“No, tell me.” He said, cutting you off. “Please.”

You licked your lips and began to explain the past couple of weeks. You could see in both Samantha and Oliver’s faces that they knew the way you were being treated wasn’t right. Once you were done speaking without any interruption, Oliver instructed Samantha to start practice without him and that he’ll be back soon. Samantha nodded and gathered the team, taking off. You looked up at Oliver like he was nuts, not understanding why he wasn’t up in the air with the rest of his crew.

“We’re going to bring this to Madam Hooch, okay?”

“Oliver, I can’t do that. I can’t let my team think I’m being a tattle-tale.”

Oliver scoffed, bringing your body close to his. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You deserve to have your voice heard. I’m not going to stand here and allow you to take the abuse. You’re a brilliant player and it’s time that you stop forcing yourself in the shadows.”

You released a shaky sigh at Oliver’s words of encouragement, hugging him tightly back. Once he unglued himself to you, he firmly held your arms, kissing your forehead.

“We’re in this together.”

[nctrenjunie]

Questions ~ Jeno (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.5k

Comment: Hey, I´m sorry that this took so much time. Some of you might already know but I lost a lot of confidence in my writings the past months and I just couldn´t write. But I´m really really happy with this one and I would love to hear some Feedback please!! Next up is renjun!sub. AND THIS>>> ‼‼‼ is very important bcs I get rlly sad about stuff like this so please read. THANK U ALL ❤

Request: 

What time is it?

You wondered, analyzing the gloomy sky. Darker shades painted the right skyline and lighter shades the left due to the big skyscrapers rising up the sky. It almost looked like a canvas or more like a photograph that you could find hanging around in a rich man's apartment, no meaning whatsoever. 

What a view of modern culture a photograph like this could bring to someone's eyes?

There would be thousand of interpretations: the contrast between dark and light could symbolize the cliff between poor and rich, between nature and technology or between love and hate.     

But it scared you sometimes: The lack of interest you had in a stunning view that might change one's perspective of life. But for you there were plenty nights like this, where you would get the opportunity to stare blankly at the breathtaking skyline. Blanking your thoughts out made it easier, you could stare holes thru the sky similar to the void you felt deep inside your body in these nights. 

How could someone enjoy and interpret this superb view without sharing and clarifying their own analysis with someone else?

Perhaps it wasn't your lack of interest that made you fear your own blank thoughts but more over the cold bed sheets next to your side. The longer the bedside kept itself empty the more it reminded you of the big balcony windows through which a cold breeze passed its way into the enormous bedroom. You didn't feel cold tho, your body lying still, shivering once in a while. No, it wasn't coldness but a plain conventional feeling that crawled itself slowly into your body, reminding you of the Biedermeier period. 

Just as you thought your blank musing would stop a cold breeze passed over your body, bringing your hand instinctively down between your legs as you stretched your body out. Your actions made you taste a mild warmth from your core up to your body, forming into a warm shiver that crept itself through your whole figure.

When will he be here? 

You wondered. It must have been a busy day, or week or maybe month. You were sure you missed him but not since when. 

Looking at the ceiling you made out three scenarios in your head to prepare yourself for when the culprit of your coldness enters the room. A) Resisting your desire of warmth you ignore him totally, waiting on the bed for him, just to get up when he lays down, making your way out of the room. B) Trying to contain your anger you want to be left alone for some seconds but as he keeps bugging you, you lose your cool and start to scream out your frustration at his face. Or scenario C) You fail at rebelling against your bodies demand to let him fill you with warmth so seeing him enter the bedroom you greet him with a lust filled french kiss.

You couldn't even come to the point of counting the seconds, waiting for his arrival. Instead, loud footsteps and a drained groan echoed through the gigantic apartment, getting louder with every step as he approached the bedroom. Irritated by the loud turning doorknob, your body decided on its own to stay on the bed, untroubled by the well-built figure that just entered the cold room. 

Suddenly you felt drenched out, tired. Probably not from the other person's presence, but the energy your body planned to put into scenario C) seemed to have left your body the second you looked into his pretty face. 

What a view you might say! round but sharp jawline followed by a pair of long lush lips and a large but snub nose that you loved to peck in the morning. Sadly this angelic face wasn't as bewitching as it should be owing to the blood trickling out of his nose. It took you some seconds to realize that this wasn't the baddest part. The thick substance stuck halfway dried onto his hands, trickling slowly down his veins.   

 Mustering his eyes you noticed a special light into his eyes, letting you now that he needed love. Jeno kept his eyes on you. It was a drained out look, driven by thoughts and questions. Quite confused you must say. An unknown power pressed you down onto the bed, leaving you move less as you watched your love walk into the bathroom. 

It definitely was a questionable silence. Although you could hear the sink running through the bathroom door you made sure to throw scenario A) and B) out of your mind, awaiting the moment Jeno walks out of the bathroom to join you. 

He noticed you mustering his arms down to his hands. There was no scar or blood trace, letting you know it wasn't his dried blood you saw earlier. It didn't scare you tho, at least not like his stern face, tired and confused. 

What is he thinking about?

There wasn't enough time for you to think about that as he called out your name, leaving thick air between both of you.

“Could you come here for a second..darling?”

Taking your time you stood up from the gigantic bed, hesitantly making your way over to him. Your legs trembled a little bit due to the realisation that it must've gotten colder in here. Jenos hand grabbed you gently, pulling you close to him with a little force. A fresh smell filled your nostrils. Observing his face there weren't any blood splashes or scratches left, besides a tiny bit of dried blood coming out of his right nostril. Although the blood touched image of him didn't scare you it seemed that he was disturbed by his own actions today. He mustered you clearly for some time, hands around your hips, trying to find some sort of negative reaction inside your eyes.

Giving him his time to reflect you tried to burn every centimeter of him into your head. His bewitching face made you feel a different kind of warmth. He was shirtless making you anticipate the rest of the night. Black messy hair, broad shoulders, toned abs but not to much and a pair black jeans sitting perfectly onto his hip bones toning his waist in some kind of magical way. Oh god this man drove you fucking crazy. You made sure to go with his rhythm, knowing his sensible mood. He would put away his Glock18 wasn't hanging down his belt. It was one of these nights where he would put away even the smallest weapon away, tired of businesses and fights. 

"Tell me, what's on your mind baby?"

Jeno didn't give you an answer. Instead, this night was made for him to question you and every part of your body. His left hand moved up, slowly and trembling slightly as if he feared to touch you.

"Answer me, can I caress your cheek without feeling you tremble in fear?"

Some might be scared of him but you would never. It perplexed you, almost annoyed you that he asked such a question. Encouraging him to lay his hand onto your cheek you put your hand over his. His soft hand then landed onto your cheek, gently rubbing over your skin. Wanting more of this warm feeling you decided to tap your other hand slowly over his toned belly, up to his shoulder before lying it down behind his neck. Playing with his hair you broke the silence.

"Your hair has gotten longer, I've missed you."

Ignoring his anxious thoughts of you fearing him you continued going through his hair. A small kiss landed on your lips, to short to make it seem enjoyable but enough to unleash a spark. A small moment that made him into the adorable person he is. 

Both of your hands were now in his hair, playing with it wildly, messing it up. Jeno pulled you closer, a gentle but impactful move, his hand kept caressing your cheek and his lips pecked yours shortly before moving down your neck. Expecting some hickey causing kisses you were surprised by short lovely pecks against your sensible skin. Pulling you even closer he embraced you in a tight hug. Kind of surprised you loosened your hands out off his now tangled hair to embrace him.

Going with the flow you waited for his next move. You wouldn't like to explain it as plain  warmth what you felt right now. It was something more powerful, bewitching like a spell. Both of his hands decided it is time to move down your back, sliding down to your ass and back up to your hips. Using them as his guidance he turns you around, pressing your back against his toned abs. A unexpected hand painted a light coloured breeze over your neck before planting dark kisses onto the same spot. Laying your head onto his shoulder Jeno left out a light chuckle. Taking advantage of your relaxed form he plastered more kisses onto your skin, variating between your neck, collarbone and cheek. On some occasions his right hand moved up to bring your lips closer to his. Soft, sweet, rough and sinful kisses were shared. Although the kisses started to get steamier there was still a lovable and caring tension between you and him.

“If I move a little further down your belly, will you moan for me?”

You were breathing extra loud between the kisses. You noticed the change in motion: His right hand moving down your bodyline, over your navel before stopping right on your core. His left hand continued on, moving into the opposite direction to cup your already bare chest. A whimper left your lips owing to him groping your breast softly and a faint pair of teeth biting into your shoulder before licking over the soft abused skin. You  noticed how wet you were with only your underwear on and his hand laying calmly over your core. Tired you animated to move one hand up into his hair.

“Tell me, do you like it if I touch you there?”

Jeno smiled satisfied, feeling you tighten the grasp on his hair as two of his fingers moved slowly down the slit of your core. Playing with your wetness tiny moans left your lips bit by bit. Taking his hand out of your panties he moved his hand up, licking your fluids off his fingers before moving them down again. This time he rubbed a little harder, using your wetness to circulate your clit. Taking your now longer moans as a yes to his question Jeno kept going. You felt your nipples getting harder owing to jenos finger rubbing sensually. You wanted to cum so bad, your body stimulated all over, pulsing from your head all the way down to your core. Your moans became louder as you concentrated on your release. Jeno kept you close to him, stopping you from squirming away from his touches. A harder grasp around his hair and your fast lifting chest indicated your orgasm. Jeno rode out your high, sticking two of his fingers into your pussy and taking them out fastly before repeating his action a few times.

“You're beautiful Y/N.”

Your were sweating against him, his hand still in your underwear whilst his other hand moved your lips to his. A sensual and superb kiss was shared before you had to part due to the lack of air. Although, you still got a glimpse of your own taste from his lips. Picking you up Jeno moved you onto the bed. You were laying there, tired and still out of breath. The skyscrapers illuminated Jenos left side more than the other one. 

If you had the chance you would've taken a picture right here and then. What a beautiful view! It would have looked stunning on the big wall down to the kitchen. Some people might see it as a obscene or pervert picture but for you it would've been a masterpiece.

Jeno between both of your legs, an almost golden light illuminating his form in a unique way you could observe it your whole life. Really messy hair and sweat droplets rolling down his tense face. His lips 1 centimeter a gape giving a preview of the teeth that bit sinfully into your shoulder. His eyes filled with his thousand sins and pure love only for you. Strong muscular biceps and toned veins moving down his underarms to his perfect marmored hands that were fidgeting with his belt before throwing it carefree onto the floor. He looked marvellous, like a ancient greek god and you knew you were his muse. 

Getting rid of the rest of his clothing Jeno moved closer to you. You rubbed up and down his already erected cock as he hovered over you to connect your lips again. Teeth biting on your lips before intertwining his tongue with yours. You felt some precum on your hand. Placing himself in front of your entrance Jeno put you in a more comfortable position, making sure that you're feeling good. His louder breaths became more silent looking you deep in the eyes with his dark brown orbs.

“Let me know, am I allowed to treat you like my queen tonight?”

Moving both of your hands up to his face you pulled him down, pressing a short sloppy kiss onto his so kissable lips. A small smile spread itself over your lips.

“Yes Jeno, yes you are allowed.”

Taking in your words you felt his erect member enter you returning your kiss with a longer one. The kiss was interrupted multiple times by both of your heavy breaths and moans. Penetrating you Jeno kept a steady tempo, holding your head to make sure you're not gonna hit it against the headboard for when he starts to get a little rougher. You couldn't describe the erotic feeling that moved its way from your core onto the rest of your body into words but your screams and pants made it pretty clear. Closing your eyes made you feel everything ten times harder. Jeno moaned through gritted teeth, panting your name sometimes too as one of his hand moved up to go back to knead one of your breast. To put the cherry on top jenos tongue came down to one of your bud. Rolling back your eyes you made sure to let him know that you were about to cum. 

Jeno took both of your legs. Knowing how close both of your orgasms are he put them on his shoulder. Grabbing the opportunity he pounded into your pussy from another angle making sure to hit your G-spot. Not being able to wait anymore you released a second time. Riding out your orgasm Jeno became more sloppier, pounding a few more times before pulling out and releasing onto your belly. A special kind of warmth was shared between both of you.

Both panting for some time he laid next to you now. The skyscrapers illuminated the gigantic bedroom. You plastered a kiss onto his cheek with your last energy. Both of you closed your eyes, chests heaving up and down.

“Speak up, will you promise me to stay by my side?”

“Yes, yes I will Jeno.”

[kodzuken-pie]

hii can i req a terushima x reader where she’s their manager and they both like each other but he acts cold/rudely to her bc he doesn’t realize she likes him and then one day she ends up crying bc of him and the team tells him and then he finally realizes he shouldn’t have acted like that and confesses w/a fluffy ending? thank you! -🥡

[ A/N : A TERUSHIMA request yes!! I love you 🥡 anon. I really hope I don’t disappoint. Sorry it took so long! ]

Pairing : Terushima x reader

Warnings : None

Word count : 1784

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Cold shoulder ❄️

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“Yuuji!” You exclaimed to get his attention but he didn’t look. “TERUSHIMA YUUJI!” You yelled.

He quickly turned his head and had a scared look on his face. His expression was priceless and you were living for it. As much as you wanted to laugh, you had to act like you were angry.

“W-what did I do?” Terushima shrieked and he looked like he was ready to run.

You narrowed your eyes at him for a few seconds with your hands on your hips. He looked everywhere else except at you. You stomped your way towards him and he flinched at your unexpected touch. He was shaking now, still couldn’t figure out if he had done something wrong or not. That was when you broke character and laughed until your stomach hurt.

“Wait what?” He was confused.

“I’m not mad at you silly! Just wanted to get your attention!” You said in between breaths as you laughed.

His mouth was stuck open as he looked at you in disbelief. You were laughing too hard to notice the slight blush on his face. He just stood there waiting for you to stop laughing and thought of something.

“Psh, whatever.” He said with a cold tone and walked away.

The tone he gave was enough to stop you from laughing and you immediately looked up. Seeing his figure quickly fade away from your sight made you feel sad. In normal cases you would chase after him but you felt like you had been chasing him ever since you met. The more you chased after him the more he ignored you and gave you the cold shoulder.

He left you there not looking back because he believed that you would be right behind him. He turned to check if you were following but you weren’t. This surprised him a lot. He expected you to be there, to be calling out his name like it was a saving grace. He looked around to see if you were hiding somewhere, fully expecting you to pop out of nowhere and give him a hug. Disappointment in himself sat in his stomach as he continued on his tracks towards the club locker room.

“Terushima! Have you told y/n yet?” Misaki asked as she greeted him when he walked in the gym.

“Yeah! You should just tell y/n already!” Futamata teased.

He scoffs and doesn’t give them an answer, instead he just turned to practice. The two looked at each other and shrugged. Misaki then asked Runa to look for you. Runa nodded and casually walked out of the gym.

You usually had a music club after classes and would have the music room to yourself when you didn’t. Today it was just you, violin in hand, you were playing a melancholy tune. Runa opened the door quietly and watched you play, only stepping in when you finished. She stopped when she sniffled you sniffle.

“Y/n-senpai?” she whispered.

You wiped your tears away before turning to look at her. You give her a small reassuring smile.

“Hey Runa!! What’s up?” You say a little too cheerfully.

“Oh uhm well Misaki senpai wanted me to check on you for a bit.” She said shyly.

“You can let her know that I’m ok and thank you for checking on me.” This time you flashed her a bittersweet smile.

You thought she didn’t notice cause she gave you a sweet smile before she left. The door shut behind her and you knees gave in, you clutched your violin and let your knees hit the floor. Tears steadily fell down your face as you thought about Yuuji.Time seemed to pass by slowly but you didn’t even realize how late it was.

“Hey the lights in the music room is still on.” Bobata said, curiously looking towards the light on the third floor of the building. “Terushima, we should go check it out! y/n might still be here.” He added but it fell on deaf ears.

Terushima looked at him with a blank look on his face and turned and walked away. Bobata called him out but he didn’t respond, so he glared at the back of Terushimas head before going back into the locker room.

“We should go check on y/n.” He suggested as everyone walked out of the locker room.

“Yeah, I kind of have a bad feeling.” Futamata added.

Everyone nodded in agreement and headed toward the building. The closer they got to the music room, the louder the sobs were. They hurried at the sound and when they got to the room they saw you laying on the floor, violin in your arms and tears flowing continuously.

“Y/n? Hey y/n are you ok?” Bobata was next to you, rubbing circles on your back.

Everyone was helping you get up, saying words of encouragement along the way. They let you calm down before asking you questions but it turns out, they didn’t have to ask. You look at Futamata sitting in front of you and you couldn’t help but let out another sob.

“H-he…” It was all you could muster to say before you broke down in tears again.

“Hey hey, it’s ok. Just try to relax for now yeah?” Bobata was still rubbing circles on your back hoping that it did make you feel better. He shot a look at Numajiri who was already on his phone texting Misaki.

*Hey, y/n is still here and she’s crying nonstop.* He texted.

*Oh I know, I had Runa check on her earlier. I’m looking for HIM right now.* She replied, the emphasis on him sent a shiver down his spine.

*He couldn’t have gone far. We all basically finished changing at the same time.” He said.

“I found him. Be right there in a bit.* Her reply seemed calm but he knew otherwise.

Numajiri looked at Bobata and gave him a thumbs up. Bobata nodded in response and let out a sigh.

“Why is he being cold to me? Did I do something wrong?” You said in between hiccups.

“What?” Futamata asked in confusion.

“Y-yuuji. He’s been ignoring me a lot lately. I usually go after him but I just feel like I’m being a nuisance.” You said softly, holding back more tears.

“He’s been what?” Numajiri chimed in, irritated.

“He even said I was being annoying the other day.” You were looking at your hands, playing with them.

The boys looked at each other in confusion. They all had the same question in their minds.

*Why would Terushima act like this towards y/n? He likes y/n so why?* It was all written on their faces. As if on cue they all let out a sigh. Just then they could hear something from the hallway. That was when Misaki burst through the door, dragging Terushima.

“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME SENPAI!” He yelped.

“You fix this!” She yells at him as she turns him to look at you still on the floor, cheeks still wet.

His heart almost jumped out of his chest at the sight. You put a hand over your mouth to restrain a sob and you wanted to cry once again. He stood there not knowing what to do but was fully aware that it was his fault and this broke his heart. He would never want to see you cry like this. He never meant to hurt you, he just didn’t know that you felt the same way he did.

“Y/n? Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He said rushing next to you, wrapping you in his arms. “Please stop crying, I’m here now. I’m here.” The sound of your whimpering tugged at his heart.

“Y-yuuji…” You cried, face burying into his shoulder.

“I like you y/n! So please, it breaks my heart seeing you like this. I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry. Tell what to do to make it all better?” He said, holding you tighter hoping that this would make you stop crying.

His words echoed through your mind and you held onto him. The feeling of coldness and emptiness was now replaced with warmth and happiness. You were still unable to speak as you were trying to steady your breathing while also calming your tears.

“What am I saying? I don’t like you. I love you with every fiber of my being.” He said, pulling you away from him so he can look you in the eyes.

The playful and wild Terushima that you knew was serious now. The fire in his eyes was lit with his emotions. He put his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for a fervent kiss. It was hot and sweet and you loved it. You were both stuck in the moment, time slowing down as you shared an intimate kiss, forgetting about the other people in the room.

“Ahem.” Bobata faked a cough after you two pulled away from each other.

You two got startled, lips went thin and eyes wide. You looked around and the life drained from your face, while he looked proud. He laughed at your expression and this brought you back. You smacked him in the arm and this just made him laugh harder.

“Stupid Yuuji.” You said looking away with a pout.

The mood in the room immediately shifted after that. Everyone started laughing and there was warmth in your heart. If it weren’t for these people, Yuuji would have probably still ignored you and this made you smile.

“Thank you everyone.” You said sweetly, Yuuji visibly turned into a tomato.

“Hey! What about me? I just confessed to you!” He was pouting.

“I like you too Yuuji.” You say as you turn to look at him. “Oh wait I meant, I love you too.” You added in a teasing tone.

“Does that mean you’ll finally go on a date with me?” He smirks.

“You idiot! Of course!” You bonked him in the head lightly.

“WAHOOOOO!” He screamed cheerfully.

“OI GO HOME!” Coach Anabara was at the doorway.

You all turned to look at his direction and swiftly got up and gathered your belongings. The coach let out as sigh as all of you walked out of the room and left the school grounds.

Everyone went their separate ways except for you and Yuuji. When everyone was out of sight, he pulled you in and gave you a soft hug.

“I meant it when I said I love you.” He whispered in your ear.

“I know and I meant it when I said I love you too.” You answer, hugging him back for what felt like an eternity.

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Used To Be

A/N: Me writing for another ship, which is my second favorite one after Zoyalai. The power they hold is just too strong ladkjfhsj i love them sm.

And also bc Tiff said that they have ex-girlfriends vibes, and when I thought of it, they really did have. 

ZENYA NATION, PLEASE RISE.

for Sapphic Saturdays hosted by @wafflesandkruge and @grishatober 

Did anyone ask for that blonde Zoya scene? No? Okay, here you go.

Word count: 1891 

It wasn't entirely inappropriate. But if one were to see two members of the Triumvirate getting drunk on a hidden balcony somewhere in the Grand Palace, word would surely go around. 

          Zoya winced as the taste of whiskey hit her tongue, blenching as she felt it burn her throat. "Where did you get this demon?" She tried to glare at the redhead across the small table, but her spinning vision made her unsure if she was really glaring at her companion instead of something else. "I am never trusting you with alcohol again." 

          Genya had the audacity to snort. "Admit it, you're just a light-drinker," she slurred before drinking another shot. There wasn't even a hint of disgust on her face when she downed the liquor. "I outdid the General in drinking tonight." 

          "Not in a million years, Safin." Zoya poured herself another drink. Or tried to. Her hand was already swaying from the rim of the glass, causing some of the liquid to spill on the table. 

          "You can't even pour shit in your glass." The redhead laughed, the sound unexpectedly distracting Zoya more from trying to pour another drink. "Nikolai could drink better than you." 

          "Please, His Idiocy can't even go near a glass of brandy without retching." Zoya rolled her eyes. The whiskey was starting to make her tongue loose. "At least I can handle two glasses before trying to hug the floor." 

          "Did you just admit you're a light-drinker?" 

          "No, shut up." 

          Genya raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her lips. Zoya didn't know why her eyes focused on them for a second. "So you admit Nikolai is better?" 

          "Double no," she muttered, grabbing the glass in front of her and downing the drink. "We both know I am infinitely better. Make me blonde, I dare you. I would still look better." 

          "Yeah, sure," Genya drawled, "you would look good in blonde too."

          Zoya huffed, but said nothing more. The spinning in her head was starting to get worse, and she put a hand up to her temple. 

          It had been a while since she last got drunk. Problems were coming in all directions, requiring their full attention to address them otherwise they'd go deeper down the drain they're already in. 

          A short break was definitely out of their list. 

          Zoya turned to Genya, ready to concede from their drinking when she noticed the latter narrowing her eyes at her. 

          "What?" Zoya slurred, squinting at the redhead. There was still a playful glint in her eyes. "I don't like it when you look at me like that." 

          "Like what?" 

          Like the way you look at me back then. "Like you're planning something bad." 

          Genya laughed, and Zoya tried not to remember those lonely nights and eager touches. It was already in the past. "But it's not a bad idea," the redhead said, and then smiled slyly. "I wonder how you would look in blonde." 

          Despite her drunkenness, Zoya pieced out what the Tailor was trying to say. "No." When Genya's sly smile only became wider, Zoya raised a threatening finger. "Safin, no. I was just joking—" 

          But the redhead was already standing, walking towards Zoya with unexpected determination, her steps firm as if she hadn't been drinking for hours. 

          Genya was behind her in three quick strides, forcing Zoya back down to her chair when she tried to get away. "No, Nazyalensky, I am definitely intrigued now," she said. "My curiosity needs to be sated." 

          If it weren't for her swaying vision, Zoya was sure she would have whipped up a wind to stop the redhead's advancements. "Saints," she muttered, shaking her head. "I'm so going to murder you tomorrow." 

          Light hands started to work on her hair, and she tried not to lean on them. It was totally bringing back memories from years ago. "Please, General, you were the one who dared me," she said, "and besides, we both know you adore me to do that." 

          Zoya snorted. "Be thankful I do," she said. She had forgotten when their flirtatious lines stopped being awkward and just became normal, like the playfulness of two old friends. "Otherwise you would be expecting a lightning bolt coming for you." 

          "Ever the cruel one."

          “Ever the rational one." 

          Genya chuckled. "Do stop moving your head, General, I might do it wrong and suddenly turn your hair pink."

          After a few more moments, the redhead went around Zoya, crouching in front of her chair. She was obviously stifling a laugh. 

          "Genya, I swear if you did something atrocious with my hair—" 

          "I absolutely did not," Genya countered, kneeling up as she reached a hand to her hair. She was suddenly so close. "Wait, let's make it a bit lighter. Hold on." 

          Zoya waited another minute  before Genya leaned back. She frowned when she noticed the redhead's lip twitching. "What?" 

              A beat, and then Genya was doubling over, laughing as if it was the last day she was allowed to. Zoya glared at the Tailor. But if she noticed it, she didn’t bother stopping. 

          Sending a short prayer to the saints for more patience, Zoya let Genya laugh for another minute. "Are you done?" 

          Genya was wiping the tears in her eyes as she sat up, her hand going to the pocket of her kefta. "Saints, if Nikolai sees this—" Another series of laughter escaped her, and Zoya was tempted to strangle her. She took out something and handed it to Zoya. "Here, have a look." 

          Zoya snatched the small mirror from the redhead's hand with a frown, putting it up to her face.

          The color of her hair was almost white under the moonlight, and it contrasted with her brown skin. But seeing Nikolai’s gilded head every single day must have been tiring because she winced at her own reflection. 

          "I look cheap," she said, and somehow, this only made Genya laugh harder. 

          "You look glorious," the Tailor wheezed. 

          Zoya gave her another glare. "Turn it back," she said. 

          "No," Genya whined, "you asked me to. How dare you back down." 

          "I'm not backing down. Just—" 

          Her words died in her throat when Genya leaned forward and reached up to her hair again, a deep furrow evident between her eyebrows. The tailor was staring intently at something on her forehead. Zoya suddenly found it hard to breathe. 

          "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice not more than a whisper. She didn't particularly like how breathless she sounded. 

          "There are still a few dark strands standing out." Genya's hand continued to move lightly on the side of Zoya's head. The Tailor's touch was sending shivers across her skin. 

          She was suddenly reminded of one particular night, at least two years ago, in the wake of the destruction of Novokribirsk. Zoya had come back to the Little Palace in her worst mood, the air around her crackling with so much energy that the other Grisha had stayed away from her the rest of the day. 

          Except for someone dressed in red. 

          Zoya was in the arena, mercilessly beating a training dummy with her fists. Zoya barely remembered how long she had been there, but she knew she didn't stop until the skin of her knuckles split open and her eyes were too tired of crying. 

          She had sat on one of the benches at the side, her shoulders hunched forward as she glared at her hands. The same hands that had failed to save her aunt and her niece that day. It had been so loud in her mind that she didn't even notice Genya approaching her until the Tailor was kneeling in front of her. 

          Genya had taken Zoya's hands from her lap without question, slowly healing the patched skin of Zoya's knuckles with her abilities. If it were some other time, she might have pulled away and fought with the Tailor, but the touch of her hands had been too comforting and gentle and warm for Zoya to take it for granted. 

          It was the first time Zoya was around with the redhead without them trying to verbally murder each other off, and she was surprised with the kindness that Genya showed her. 

          She still wasn't scarred at that time, but there was the look of anguish in her amber eyes that mirrored Zoya's own. 

          "Brave through the pain, Squaller," Genya had said, but the usual poison in her tone that she had whenever she talked to Zoya was gone. "It would all be worth it in the end."

          They ended up in each other's arms that night, finding comfort in the same pain they shared. 

          Neither of them admitted throughout the years who had leaned in first that time, but it had been the start of their nightly tryst that lasted for quite a while. 

          Now, as Zoya looked at the Tailor's remaining eye, the same one that never lost their fire even after everything she had been through, she was thankful that she hadn't turned Genya away back then.

          Genya must have noticed her look, because she stopped her movements, her eyes catching Zoya's. For a moment, neither of them spoke nor moved, both aware of the sudden change in the air between them. 

          Would Zoya still dare close the distance? She knew it was entirely inappropriate, as Genya was already married with someone else. But it must have been her drunkenness that drove her forward, reaching a hand up to the Tailor's face and pressing her lips to hers. 

          It was only a chaste one, something that spoke volumes of unsaid feelings of gratefulness and appreciation, and Zoya felt Genya holding on to their kiss a moment longer before she pulled away. 

          Genya rested her forehead against Zoya's, her eyes closed and an easy smile on her lips. "Getting sentimental, aren't we, General?" 

          Zoya shoved at the Tailor's face, who laughed before standing up. The moment was gone, and replaced with the usual comfortable air between them. "Shut up, Safin."

          The Tailor gave Zoya's hand a squeeze before letting go. She narrowed her eyes at Zoya, an amused smile on her lips as she eyed her work. "Nikolai really has to see this."

          "And not hear the end of him annoying me with his teasing?" Zoya chuckled. "Ravka still needs a king, dearest Tailor." 

          Genya laughed. "Ah, yes. A good point," she said. She went back to her chair, pushing the half-empty bottle of whiskey to Zoya. "Drink three more glasses and walk on a straight line. If you can do it, I will turn your hair back. But if you fail, we're barging into Nikolai’s chambers and showing him that." 

          Zoya scowled. "What kind of atrocity is that?" But she still poured the drink in her glass. "It sounds very one-sided." 

          "Take the bet, General."

          "I will win this, anyway."

          Genya laughed, and Zoya found herself laughing back with the silliness of their muddled minds. 

          Even as she pondered on their past, she never thought that Genya would be one of the constant people around her, someone she trusted with her life and someone she could turn to in times of need, even if they didn't end up together. 

          They were much better off this way, and Zoya didn't mind one bit. 

          It was already more than enough. 

***

She ended up winning the bet. 

[aresrl]

I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!

[ourneverendingpossibilities]

Hi! If you're up for it can I request a scenario for Imayoshi where the female reader loses a bet with her friends(let's say over a game, fell free to choose the game or sport) and now she has to confess to him in front of whoever is present in the gym at the moment wearing a sexy bunny costume. She's super shy and nervous but has to do it BC she's true to her word! Imayoshi's as well as the team members reactions as well please! Thanks a lot I hope you like this request enough to write it!

Hi there! Of course I can write this for you C: Hope you enjoy it! 

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Sometimes you hated your friends.

True to your word, you wait until the end of practice, dressed in the scandalous costume... Why your friends had to bet if the basketball team was going to win or lose was ridiculous... But the other, most obvious, question ringing through your mind was why you chose to say Touou would lose?

Considering who their ace was.

But... Since the infamous Aomine Daiki had joined the team, Touou had grown... colder...

While you continued to support the team, because your crush also happened to be a good friend of yours AND the captain, you just wanted to see them lose... If only to knock them back into reality.. They seemed to have focused more on their own skills rather than work as a team... And you didn’t like the idea of a team sport being played... Well... NOT like a team..

You sneak into the gym, trying not to focus on the ever-growing stares on your form. Why did it have to be in front of his team?? Why couldn’t it have been done in private?? 

Nonetheless, you continued walking towards Imayoshi, almost stumbling at the whistling directed at you... You wish the ground would swallow you whole.. You vaguely hear a thud, not turning your head towards the first year who fainted from seeing your appearance.. 

It definitely gained Imayoshi’s attention.

You want to pull the rabbit ears off your head, as well as the stupid cotton tail on your butt.. But the sound of the boots click against the floor, and try as you might, the blush continued to grow deeper the closer you got to him. You swear your friends were hidden in the gym somewhere, recording this moment, so you take a quick gander, almost falling forward as Wakamatsu gives you a look over, before his face turns bright red and he turns his attention away. You hear him yelling at the others to get back to practice, a couple thuds from the basketball hitting their faces, before you stop in front of Imayoshi..

Susa, who was standing beside him, is kind enough to nod his head, averting his gaze from your uncomfortable stance, and joins Wakamatsu in taming the rest of the team.. You hear Momoi gasp a little, before closing the office door, making an excuse to keep the coach busy, before you got in trouble for indecent exposure..

Now you’re standing in front of the captain, and your throat is in knots.. 

The heat from your cheeks grows hotter the longer you stand there, and a part of your mind is reeling.. What were you supposed to say again?? 

“______-chan.....”

His voice, deep and hushed, has your attention snapping towards him, and you almost faint at the hidden expression behind his glasses... 

“I... I like yo-”

“OH??” 

The unexpected guest wraps his tanned arm around your neck, pulling you against his cheek as he smirks, doing a double take at your clothing... Your eyes grow wide, and you find yourself speechless as Aomine gently strokes your cheek, azure hues darkening at your expression...

“If you wanted to confess to me, _____-senpai, you just had to ask me on the roof...” he purrs, shifting his gaze to his captain. 

He notices the frown on his lips, and the way his eyes darken dangerously, and he laughs, releasing you from his grasp and lightly shoves you into his chest.

“You better cover her up, Captain.” he leers, doing one more look-over, eyes lingering on your breasts, “Someone else may come and snatch her from you...”

He then walks away, yawning and frowning at Wakamatsu’s yammering, picking at his ear in annoyance.. 

You don’t realize how long it’s been, but you feel Imayoshi drag you to the men’s locker room, and you almost stumble at his sudden movement.. Though you gasp when he pulls you into a hug, not before covering your bare skin with his jacket.

“If you wanted to confess to me, you could’ve worn a cheer-leading outfit instead....”

You stammer, and bury your face in his neck, unable to form a coherent thought. You didn’t even want to wear THIS... Though...

“W...Well... I made a bet... and I’m not going to back down...” you murmur, looking up into his eyes. You watch his lips curl into a smirk, and he lets out a small chuckle, tucking in a strand of hair behind your ear. His lips find your ear, and he gently nips the lobe before murmuring,

“How noble of you, _____-chan...” he grins, “How about, we discuss this.. confession and bet further over dinner?”

You flush, grabbing the front of his shirt, as if to stable yourself before humming softly.

“I... I’d really like that... S...Shoichi-kun...”

[soundofseventeen]

Requests Closed

Okay so requests are open again! I couldn’t find a prompt list I liked so I made one of my own! A few rules here before the prompts (which will be under the cut):

A) Please follow our general rules, you know what kind of stuff we write and what kind of stuff we don’t write. 

B) Please send the requests with the number of the prompt and the svt member! Also if you want it to be angst, please say so bc otherwise I’m going fluff. 

C) Please only send one request per ask. It gets confusing to me when there’s multiple in one, so if you want to send more than one request, please use multiple asks! 

D) We are still on hiatus, so the requests won’t be posted until that hiatus ends. So I guess if you want to be told when your request is up, please send the ask not on anon. Otherwise I guess I have no way to let you know that it’s posted. 

Thank you, and I can’t wait to see what we come up with! 💛💚

Prompts: 

“Can I join you?”

“You made your choice.”

“Where are you going?”

“Come with me.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“They didn’t deserve you.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“I haven’t seen you in a few days.” 

“You know, you can stay if you want.” 

“I almost feel bad for you.”

“You’re not helping.”

“You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“I brought you dinner.”

“I don’t like you... I love you.” 

“What are you doing here?”

“You deserve better.” 

“I think I’m in trouble.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

“Shhh... You need to be quiet.” 

“You don’t even know me.” 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now that you’re not here.” 

“Don’t- Don’t you remember me?”

“Okay, repeat after me-”

“Is it time yet?”

“How much did you drink?”

“I asked if you were having a party, I didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“Well it’s the thought that counts.”

“Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“Oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“Yeah, okay, but I’m cooler.” 

“How did you get in here?”

“How did you fair a survey?”

“That’s not even fair.” 

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” 

“Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“Well, I’m pretty irresistible.” 

“How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“Detention? Again?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear, if you say another word, I’ll leave.”

“Why do you keep bringing it up?”

“Why are you like this?” 

“Maybe in another world.” 

“Don’t say that.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Is that blood?” “...No.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” 

“If you don’t hug me right now, I might fall apart.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“OH you’re jealous.”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“I care about you.” 

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“Dance with me.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“You’re worth it.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“You’re more than that.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“What are you smiling about?”

“Can this wait until tomorrow?” 

Thank you for requesting! See you guys soon! 

[purecamp]

79 shillam as well please for i am a greedy lady greedy greedy tsk tsk greedy chops xo

gotcha baby ;) (i will be doing the rest of these asks but not yet bc i got work to do lol)

It’s not often Willam has a quiet evening in.

Of course it’s not. It’s practically unheard of. She likes to get drunk with her stripper friends and do poppers and do body shots and inevitably end up in her pool (she has a pool, because she’s an LA slut). Quiet evenings are an abomination, and Willam loves partying.

She doesn’t hear the door knock, because she’s too busy licking someone’s torso - she can’t quite remember the name, but they’re a friend of a friend - but eventually someone taps her on the shoulder and alerts her to it.

“Feds?” She asks, not sure who she’s talking to.

“No sirens.” They reply, shrugging.

Could be late party guests who haven’t grasped Willam’s rule of just open my door and come inside. Could be a neighbour asking them to keep the noise down - actually, there’s no way, since it’s been years since she’s had neighbours close enough to complain. Malibu is so great if you’re an asshole like Willam.

Could be Sharon Needles. Wearing a University of Pittsburgh hoodie (she definitely didn’t go there, so who the hell knows where she got that) and a pair of black leggings patterned with upside-down white crosses (because of course). With no makeup on, a suitcase by her side, and bloodshot eyes.

She doesn’t exactly look ready to party.

“Good… hello to you, Needles.” Willam greets her, forgetting how to string words together. In her defence, she’s drunk. And high. And Sharon sometimes makes her tongue-tied. She’s done that ever since they met.

(It was back in a juvenile detention centre ten years ago. They were delinquent kids. These days, Willam likes to think of herself as a delinquent adult, because she’s a performer now and she’s allowed to drink and do drugs all she likes. Sharon will always be a delinquent, but these days she sings, so she’s doing alright for herself now. Even if she looks like shit.) (They’ve both looked worse. At the detention centre. Fifteen was a rough age.)

“I need your help.” Sharon tells her. She fucking looks like it, and all. She’s definitely not here to party, then.

“No?” Sharon questions, and Willam realises she accidentally voiced her thoughts.

“Right. Sorry. Drunk.” She laughs, then squints at Sharon. “You high?”

Sharon shakes her head. “No, I’m just so fucking tired. My flight got cancelled and I can’t make it to my gig and I need somewhere to stay. I knew you were close by.”

They made a pact once to always help one another in a time of need. 

“No hotels open?” Without trying to be rude, Willam’s in the middle of a party. And Lia Margarita is here. She’s not sure who that is, but one of her friends made it sound like a really big deal. Willam thinks she’s some kind of pornstar.

“I have no money. Got mugged just outside the airport. They got my wallet and phone. I cancelled my cards, but they’ve got the cash. I would’ve called, but I can’t.”

Willam’s going to have a quiet evening. Jesus Christ, this hasn’t happened in years.

She beckons Sharon inside, sends her upstairs with the suitcase and tells her to change. Then it’s the tough part - chugging an ice cold glass of water (filtered, because she’s fancy like that) and shepherding all of her guests out of her house. Drunk, high, attitude-y LA people, being forced out of a house party at 1am? Not so easy.

Willam fights through the protests and gets them gone. It fucking sucks, but there’s no way Sharon’s gonna sleep with all the speakers blasting, and that’s her new priority. Not to brag, but one time Sharon described Willam to someone else as the kind of girl who would give you her own shirt off her back if you needed one. She’s right - one, because she has this dumb weak kind spot, and two because Willam doesn’t see the point in shirts.

Lastly, she goes around the house and shuts off all the speakers. There’s so many. A ten minute hunt for the last one finally sees it in the depths of her pool, glowing and flashing, and she remembers that underwater one she purchased for pool parties (all of her parties end up as pool parties). She jumps in to shut it off, dries with a towel, and finds Sharon upstairs.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” Sharon blinks sleepily. She’s still in the university hoodie, but she’s changed into comfy sweatpants and her hair is loose, bleached straw white, and wavy. She pulls Willam into an unexpected, but not unwelcome, hug.

“You alright?”

“I got mugged. I feel the opposite of alright.” Sharon yawns, but Willam notices she’s tense. She shifts out of the hug, settling next to Sharon on the bed, and puts her arm around her.

“You’re safe here. You know that, right?”

It sort of doesn’t matter to Willam anymore that her party is cancelled. Because she doesn’t know if she means that Sharon’s safe in her home, in her bed, or in her arms, but she’s happy to note to herself that it applies no matter what.

Sharon’s eyes are big and blue, but heavy. Willam can see them fluttering, threatening to close as Sharon nods her understanding.

She remembers the detention centre. She remembers a rough fifteen year old who didn’t trust anyone and never slept because she never felt safe enough to do so. She remembers the insomnia, the screaming, the thrashing.

Sharon falls asleep in her arms because she’s safe now.

[girlgrouptrash101]

Seulgi (Red Velvet) - Jealousy

Request: “Hey^ Could we have a bottom Seulgi smut bc deep inside we all finna gay for her ❤️”

Word Count: 1,555 Words

Warnings: Yeah smut head, beware

A/N: I finally finished this, i kept writing like 20 words and leaving it, thank god it’s done and posted now i can move on dhahjssj

- C

You really did love coming to visit Red Velvet’s dorm, and they were more than happy to have you over as often as possible to visit your girlfriend, Seulgi.

You knocked on the door of the girl’s dorm, missing Seulgi dearly after she’d been away on schedules overseas. It was Wendy who let you in, hugging you briefly and inviting you in with a smile. You sniffed at the familiar scent in the air; Wendy had been baking again.

“She’s in the living room, I’m almost done with the cookies, I'll bring some into you soon. Chocolate chip! I know they’re your favourite.” Wendy said enthusiastically before scurrying off to the kitchen to finish on her treats.

You walked towards the sitting room eagerly, the anticipation of finally seeing Seulgi again too much for you to handle. What you didn’t expect to see when you walked in however, was your girlfriend, cuddled into Irene’s side as they laughed over something on Irene’s phone.

You cleared your throat as an attempt to make your presence known, and both girls looked up at the unexpected noise. Seulgi gasped, taking Irene’s arm off her shoulder and jumping off the couch. She made a beeline for your welcoming arms as Irene greeted you with a wave and a smile from the couch.

You barely got time to press a kiss to your girlfriend’s forehead before she was bounding back to cuddle into Irene again. You could feel the jealousy burning in your veins. She should be in your arms, cuddled up to you, laughing at what you showed her.

Seulgi’s behaviour continued throughout the evening, she even had the audacity to wipe some cookie crumbs off Irene’s mouth and eat them after.

“Something wrong Y/N?” Joy asked quietly, but her smirk gave away that she knew what was up already. She could probably tell by the way you were glaring at Seulgi and Irene who were sitting beside one another at the kitchen counter.

“Nope. Just fine thanks.” You replied with a strained voice. Your teeth clenched as she laughed a little at you, before leaning close to your ear and whispering something that set you on edge.

“Why don’t you just take her home and show her what she’s been missing? She won’t even think about being near Irene after that.” You turned to look at Joy, your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought of all the ways you could punish Seulgi the way she needed it.

When Irene left to use the bathroom, you went over to Seulgi and invited her back to your place. She agreed, and you were out the door as soon as Seulgi was ready to leave.

You bid goodbye to the girls and the did the same, Joy was the one to send you off with a wink as she knew your intentions of taking Seulgi home.

After a deathly quiet car ride home, Seulgi was worried when you stepped inside your house, not even taking the time to look at her as she talked to you about her day. Seulgi didn’t know what was going on, but she needed to find out. Walking up behind you and pulling on your sleeve cutely, she got you to turn around to face her as she spoke to you.

“Are you alright Y/N? You’ve seemed kind of off all day, wanna tell me what’s up?” She asked innocently; Seulgi really had no idea what was going through your head.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed the collar of her blouse, pushing your lips together aggressively. Seulgi whimpered at your rough treatment, grunting as you walked backwards before Seulgi’s back hit a wall.

Your hand moved to her throat as you kept her against the wall, Seulgi’s eyes now hooded with lust.

“So tell me, baby, could Irene ever make you feel this way? You were fucking all over her today. Did you think I’d just let you off easy?” Seulgi whined at the low tone you’d used, her mouth opening in a silent moan as you tightened the pressure on her throat, pressing yourself up against Seulgi’s pelvic area.

“I- I'm sorry Y/N.. ah,” Seulgi moaned out as you took your hand from her throat, gripping her hair and pulling her in for a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. You pulled her towards your bedroom, lowering your girlfriend’s body down into your lap.

“This’ll make you think twice before you ignore me like that again. I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, you should remember that baby,” You said with a growl, practically ripping off her shorts and panties with one swift movement.

One hand came down onto Seulgi’s ass, leaving a red mark behind. You continued until both cheeks were red, not failing to notice how the noises coming from Seulgi’s mouth were less painful and more from pleasure.

“Are you enjoying this huh? Of course you would, you little slut.” Seulgi moaned out at the degrading words, you knew there was nothing that turned her on more than knowing she was being completely controlled.

You moved Seulgi onto the mattress before rummaging in your bedside table for the familiar silky restraints that you often used on Seulgi. As soon as she noticed what you’d taken out, she bit her lip in anticipation. Her shirt and bra came off next, leaving Seulgi completely exposed to you.

Within a few minutes, you had your girlfriend restrained on your bed. You gazed down upon her as your fingertips traced shapes across her skin, leaving goosebumps in your wake. Her hips arched up to your touch, her desperation clearly evident.

Leaning back over to your bedside table, you slid open the drawer and pulled out a little vibrator. Putting it on its lowest setting, you left it just beside her entrance where she wanted it most.

“Come on princess, tell me what you want.” You growled, and Seulgi felt the wetness dripping from her at your tone.

“P-please Y/N, let me cum!” She whined, arching her back and pulling against the restraints that kept her from touching you.

Smirking at Seulgi, you pushed the vibrator against her entrance. The pressure was enough to have her moaning out your name, but still not enough to get her anywhere she wanted to be.

Stripping off your own clothes, you put on a show for Seulgi’s hungry eyes as you bent over slowly, giving her an eyeful of your own glistening core. You could hear her groaning and pulling against the restraints on her wrists, every inch of her body begging to touch you and make you feel good.

“Well, you’ve been good enough for me tonight baby, I’ll let you come for me soon.” You said in a whispery voice, trailing a finger between the valley of Seulgi’s breasts and down her toned stomach.

“You have to tell me something first,” You continued sternly. Seulgi nodded, and you smiled at her, brushing a stray piece of hair from her now sweaty forehead.

“Who do you belong to, Kang Seulgi?” You asked, your eyes locking with your girlfriend’s.

“Y-You, Y/N. Only you.” She stuttered out, her voice hoarse from all of her whining and mewling. You smirked again, your finger now trailing down her jawline before you leaned down for a kiss. It was desperate and sloppy, interrupted by Seulgi’s moans as you climbed back onto the bed, nudging the vibrator slightly into her entrance.

“And tell me Seulgi, tell me what’s mine.” You said, waiting patiently as you toyed slightly with the vibrator in Seulgi’s folds.

“Me, Y/N, I’m yours. My body, my- my everything.” She whimpered out the last part as you finally pushed the toy inside her properly.

“That’s my good little princess, now come for me.” You whispered in her ear, kicking the toy up a few notches. Seulgi’s body arched up as you leaned over her, nibbling on her earlobe.

You moved back down your girlfriend’s body with a trail of kisses, your mouth soon finding her perfectly swollen nub. Your tongue swirled around Seulgi’s sensitive clit, sending shivers down her spine. With a few more licks and thrusts of the vibrator, Seulgi came with a long moan of your name.

Seulgi’s tired form slumped back on the bed, worn out from your treatment. Usually, you’d make her come plenty more times than this, but she was clearly tired from all her long nights travelling around with Red Velvet.

So you gave in easier tonight, much to Seulgi’s relief. As soon as her wrists were released from their bindings she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down for a sweet kiss. You pulled her under the covers with you, ignoring her protests that she didn’t get to return the favour.

“Just sleep baby, we have plenty of time tomorrow for that.” You eventually said, and Seulgi quietened down at the suggestion of a second round, and hopefully more, tomorrow. She wasn’t going to pass up on that opportunity.

With one last sweet kiss, Seulgi turned around in your embrace. Satisfied with the familiar feeling of your front pressed up to her back, she was drifting off to sleep quicker than she had done in a long time.

[mauriacs]

I feel like my quiz answer wasn’t 100% accurate and I was wondering if you could please publish all the different possible answers just to have a look at bc I love how you write and know there must be one that resonates 💕

the rest of them are under the line break - i didn’t really pay attention to matching up the answers to the descriptions bc i was too busy crying doing other things so like, go forth and resonate

The Winner Takes It All by ABBA

you love someone. you say, “oh, i’m over them. time to move on.”—you say this to everyone. your mother, your friends, yourself, in front of the mirror, watching as your skin twists around the words. but you love them, and there’s a gaping chasm in your chest. nothing seems to fill it. you wonder if they miss you too. maybe they haven’t even realised you’ve fallen apart. maybe they’re standing right behind you. maybe they’re a thousand miles away. maybe they’re both. they’re a parent, they’re a lover, they’re a best friend who you poured your soul out to when you were giggly and fourteen. maybe they’re you. still, time to move on, people to see, things to do, others to love (but never, it seems, as much as them). you hope they’re doing okay.

Five Years by David Bowie

you like crowds. not specifically human crowds – you like being crowded by trees, by birds, by air. you like the anonymity that comes with crowds. no one has the time to focus solely on you. you need these people. you invent their lives: the man with the broken arm (a back alley fight); the girl with the tote bag (her mother’s); the woman with the worry lines (a mother). you pour as much of yourself into them as you can so nothing can be left in you, so you don’t have to imagine this for yourself, so you can focus on any other life but your own. you’re desperate to be unseen, unheard, unnoticed. you also, equally desperately, want to be loved. i hope you are.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John

you are fixated on childhood. you may have completely removed yourself from it—the mud pies in the garden, rolling down the hills, uncaring—but you want it back. adulthood seems exciting, no doubt about that! autonomy, respect, the chance to go your own way. you’ve chased that road since you knew the meaning of the word, barrelling down the path to maturity just so you can, one day, get your own way. and now, as you see it panning out ahead of you, you look back—just this once—to the technicolour of childhood. you do it again. you do it again. you realise, one day, that you miss it most terribly. your childish wanderlust has gone, and now you’re in limbo—reaching forwards towards the next milestone and reaching back towards nostalgia and uncomplicated days.

Les pêcheurs de perles, “au fond du temple saint” by Georges Bizet

you don’t want to say goodbye. you miss them, sometimes so much that it kills you. one hug, one fucking hug, and you’d be okay. you’d do anything to see them, smell them, map the lines of their face with your eyes, map the pattern of freckles. they’ve just gone—vanished into thin air—and you keep thinking, you can’t stop thinking—i should have loved them more. you’ve never wanted anything so much in your life. to sit down with them, to love them, to thank them, to have them here. you’d do anything, absolutely anything, for them to be here, with you, right now. they’re growing faceless, in your mind. a figure without features, blackening your mind with absence. you want them. you miss them. i’m sorry.

Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell

you’re numb. waves keep washing over you—hurdles, unexpected stumbles, horrible incidents, life-changing hurts—and the most they do is get your clothes wet. you are not taken into the riptide of anger and hurt that you see your friends pulled into occasionally. you figure, at first, that this way is better. you’re surviving. you’re holding on. you’re steadfast. and then you realise—oh. you’re feeling more than you’ve ever felt before. you’re hurting and the hurt is just bleeding out onto the floor around you, but you have a screen. you’ve seen friends (figuratively) die and spring back alive before you, hardly seeming to remember the fall. but you watched them drown. you watched the utter torture of it. so you resolve to spread it thin. feel it for longer. you’ll survive, at least.

Nobody Home by Pink Floyd

you’re desperately alone. you feel like you’re in the middle of a big, blank room. there are people in it—no doubt about that—but they walk through you. your friends tell you about their experiences together. you laugh for them. you love them, but you are appallingly worried that they don’t love you back, or don’t love you as much. as soon as you think you’re alone, everything becomes about solitude. you walk home alone. you lie awake in bed, alone. you bring up your hands to touch your face and pretend they’re someone else’s. you write poems or create art or make up a detailed scenario in your head, but that’s not real life. you want real life. you want someone to see you instead of watching you.

America by Simon & Garfunkel

you’re fake. everything you do seems to be for a false reason—to get affection, to get love, to get attention. you twist your face in the mirror and it seems like there’s a sheen of plastic covering it. you’re desperate to escape, to go somewhere and do something, but you’re afraid that your wanderlust is also fake and you’ll hate leaving. you’re worried that every emotion you’ve ever felt has been fake. what if everything you’ve ever done—every act of kindness, every compliment, every monotonous task—has been for a dishonest reason? what if everything you do is to project a carefully crafted image of yourself onto the world? what if you’ve never been genuine? you want to escape, you want to get out of yourself and this town and WHATEVER, but what if there’s nothing beyond your outer shell?

Why Does It Always Rain on Me? by Travis

you’re lost. everyone keeps talking to you—talking at you—and asking you questions that you couldn’t begin to know the answer to. “are you alright?” “how are you?” “what’s up?” you say okay. you’re too tied up to start to unravel the real answer. you look at yourself and you’re pretty convinced that you don’t like this stranger. they’re angry and whiny and they never seem to know what’s going on. get a grip, you want to say, but you’ve got your own problems to deal with. life doesn’t come down on you like a hurricane, or a tornado, but rather as rain. all it does is make you wet and cold. you have this turning cold knife of constant questioning in your chest, but you don’t know how to get rid of it. you don’t know what to ask. you don’t know how to ask. you’d sort of hoped there’d be more.

[hotsummersimpingogacc]

richard madden fluff alphabet

an: i am waaaaay to obsessed with this man so please enjoy something i’ve been working on for days bc tumblr kept fucking with me :)))))

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

he loves hiking with you, just you two and the quiet nature. his favorite place are scottish highlands... i mean dude those views! he loves to show you places in his homeland, he loves to show places where his dad used to take him. and of course this comes with trillion pictures of you two

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

he admires every single part of you. there isn't a part of your body which he didn't praise yet. he loves to track his fingers down your hip, or stroke your cheeks, kissing you gently on your lips and telling you how fucking beautiful you are

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

at first he would make sure you're okay, if you didn't yourself in any way and then he'd offer you some hot bevarage of any kind. he doesn't care if it's hot chocolate or tea and he does not care if it's 2pm or 2am. after this he'd make sure you get all love you can get. he'd hug you and cuddle with you for hours. he'd also constantky ask if you are okay or if you don't need anything

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

he sees you two in some small, cute house somewhere in suburb of london or even better in scotland. he does not rush into having kids but he sure wants some, some day when you're both sure and ready. he does not think as much about the future he just wants you there

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

richard can be both. it depends on situation. but most of the time he's the more dominant one.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

when you two fight, it's usually due to some random thing you'll forget about few moments later. but as soon as you get into bigger fight he's more expressive. and afterwards he's playing offended even though he starts fights sometimes too

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he is very aware of everything you do for him. he'd always thank you for every thing you do for him. even if it's just cleaning up the house or it's some present. he is really caring and thoughtful and he makes sure you know how much he loves you

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

you two are sharing everything with each other. at some point it may look like you're oversharing but he wants you to know everything he does and you do the same with him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

you were for richard a life changing experience. he never loved anyone like he loved you. he wants to try everything you love or every single thing you try. even if it's sometimes over his comfort zone but he does it for you. you might not even notice it but when you do you tell him not to do so many things when he doesn't want to. but he always tells you that what he is doing is exactly what he wants to do.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

it's really easy to spot jealousy on richard. he always clenching his teeth, his eyes never move from the person he's jealous of and when you're far away he always lifts his head up to see what are you doing. he does this mostly when you meet your ex, or some friend of other sex that is showing some affection towards you. he'd never do it on a normal person who's just talking to you. when he's jealous he has a reason for it

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

richard is a extraordinary kisser. he always put so much love and passion into kissing even if it's a gentle kiss on a cheek. and he's always very gentle as well. especially when you're feeling down. but eventually even those small gentle kisses turn to be very passionate make out session. and first kiss was unexpected. you were hanging out at his place and just talking when he suddenly kissed you. he stopped within 3 seconds and started apologizing for his behaviour but you just kissed him back and this started a few minutes long make out session on his couch.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he was super shy and insecure when he found out he's officialy in love with you. he was finding best ways to tell you how much he loves you. his head was full of different romantic scenarios, but it just slipped out of his lips unexpectedly. his cheeks then turned bright red and he starred at the ground speechlessly. you were shocked but you returned "i love you" as fast as you could. and from then he's telling those sweet words every single day and if he could it'd be only thing he's say to you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

richard definitely wants to get married. it'd take him a couple of years to propose but he was just gaining more confidence. richard wanted to make the proposal perfect. he cooked your favorite food, lit up some candles and opened bottle of some fine wine. but during the dinner he didn���t feel like this is the way he wants to propose. so he did it couple of hours later when you were both in sweats on couch watching some show.

and marriage with richard would be the best thing ever. he’s so thoughtful and nice and sweet, just the world’s greatest husband

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

classic dear, darling or love. but sometimes he’d call you something in scottish. scottish meaning of your name, or just some word like love or dear translated to scottish

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

when he’s in love you can see it on his face. more specifically on his eyes. they brigthen up when he sees you. also his smile, it’s wider than usual

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

whenever you two are walking the street he has his arm around your shoulder or waist. and he looooves to brag with you “aren’t they beautiful?” “wow i am so lucky to have someone like that by my side”. he’s not really fond of kissing in public but when he has a feeling to kiss you he’ll do it, no matter if he’s on street alone or it’s the biggest rush of the day, he just needs to feel your lips on his.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

he can repair something only using youtube videos and tutorials. when he informed you that he’s gonna rewire whole bathroom like this, you were honestly terrified. but looks like it went well since no one got electrocuted [yet]

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

richard is not the biggest fan of cliche but sometimes he can be a little cheesy and cliche. but he likes to be creative. and when it comes to making you happy he does all things you love.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

he’s that type of person who would sit with you for hours even days just to help you succeed. if you’re in acting bussiness he’s practicing his lines with you. if you’re in any other bussiness he asks you if theres something he can help you with. because there’s no other person who believes in you more than richard does

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

it depends. when it comes to domestic stuff he likes to keep a routine, like when you wake up, eat and stuff like that. but when it comes to life outside your house he’d try every single thing he can

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he always tries to understand your feelings. when he can’t figure out it himself he asks you what’s wrong, what makes you happy etc.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

your relationship means the world for him. he’d do anything to keep it alive. for you he’s ready to give up anything. it sounds super cliché but he loves you that much

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

he is like extremely dorky! for example when he pulls out his phone and starts taking pictures of you or when you do some sort of selfie he pulls some dorky face. you think he’s doing this just for attention or fun but he does it because it always makes you laugh and he loves to see you love

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

richard is very affectionate person. he loves to kiss you he loves to cudddle with you. he basically loves to do anything where he can feel the presence of your body

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

he hates it when you two are apart. whenever he has chance and you have time you call or facetime. he’s just listening to you for god knows how long because he just wants to hear your voice. and when you’re not avaible and he’s feeling homesick he looks at your pics.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

he’d walk hell for you. there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you.