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Maxiel Masterlist 2 - Overflow lol
My Dewis and OT3 stories are on Masterlist 2
My Ao3: Quesorasora
Here are ALLLL my current Maxiel stories :)
Just Let Me Adore You - Rated explicit.
Summary:
It was dumb, honestly, laughable how little he had to go on. But if anyone was gonna get Red Bullâs man, it was Max.
Or;
Daniel Ricciardo was wanted by two organizations, Maxâs job was to find him. Falling in love wasnât a part of the plan.
Writing Prompt - Kissing Scars Coda - Rated Explicit
Sequel is up!
let me wrap my teeth around the world - Rated explicit
Summary:
âI thought you were staying out?â A voice accused.
âYou shouldnât be calling me Charles.â replied Daniel
âYou promised me you wouldnât do anything stupid!â
âAnd I didnât!â
âThen why are Renault publicly calling for your head?â
or;
Red Bull got what they wanted and Max got his manâŠsorta. All they have to do is go to the FIA and everyone's happy. Simple.
Right?
Adore You Coda
Wreck Me - Rated Mature
Started as a Tumblr ficlet. Summary:
Honestly, Daniel had many dumb ideas before. Ideas that led to the police being called, ideas that lead to waking up in somewhere unknown to him, sometimes naked.
This might not be the worst idea but emotionally it felt like it. He hadn't seen Max inâŠhe didn't know how long. But it was long enough that walking into the lobby of his brand new high-rise on a whim was at the very leastâŠweird.
Reclamation - Rated Explicit
Wreck Me Sequel! Summary:
reclamation:Â
The act of reclaiming or the state of being reclaimed. To claim something back; repossess; to correct an error; to reform.Â
The biggest mistake Max ever made was breaking up with Daniel. 5 years later he makes the second biggest mistake by sending him away again. Butïżœïżœ he could fix this.Â
Daniel was ready to move on. Max didn't want him and thought the absolute worst of him. Cool. It was fine. It was time.
Age FAQ
Lucid Dreaming
A maxiel sleepwalker au
Daniel is a sleepwalker, his destination? Max's bed.
Tumblr Ficlets:
Maxiel Parents Noah AU:
Procrastination Drabble - Rated everyone
First Birthday Party - Rated everyone
Important News - Rated everyone
Match Point - Tennis AU - Rated explicit, but open to everyone lol
Inspired by Break Point. Now on AO3
Part 1 - Max Meets Dan | Part 2 - Dan's POV | Part 3 - RBR Beach Party
Part 4 - Dan's Training Camp | Part 5 - [redacted] | Part 6 - Daydreams
Part 7 - Australian Open | Part 8 - Qtr Finals | Part 9 - Pre Semis
Part 10 - Semis | Part 11 - Congratulations! | Part 12 - Idioti
Part 13 - Karting | Part 14 - Love | Part 15 - Winner Winner
Part 16 - Zandvoort Mornings | Part 17 - Injury -_- | Part 18 - Coda
Part 19 - Cheek to cheek | Part 20 - post Singapore quali | Part 21 - RBR World Champs | Part 22 - Back at it? | Part 23 - Happy Birthday Max | Part 24 - Kinktober 5 | Part 25 Congratulations Maxy | Part 26 - Tennis Skirt Coda | Part 27 - Pornstache!Dan | Part 28 - Fluff Coda | Part 29 - Workout Coda | Part 30 - Vegas Baby! | Part 31 - Thanksgiving
Writing Prompt - Quests - Rated everyone
Writing Prompt - Touching - Holding the Other's Chin Up
Writing Prompt - Touching - Gripping Thigh
Writing Prompt - Touching - massaging or sitting in the others lap!
Writing 'Prompt' - Happy + Relaxed | Flufftober Day 25 | Christmas Shopping
Enchanted AU - Disney Princess Dan 1 | Disney Princess Dan 2 | Disney Princess Dan 3 | Disney Princess Dan 4 | Disney Princess Dan 5 | Disney Princess Dan 6 | Disney Princess Dan 7 | Disney Princess Dan 8 | Disney Princess Dan 9 | Disney Princess Dan 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14
Enchanted AU Christmas:
Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35
Almost fic
Cotton Swab - Rated explicit
Renovation AU - Rated explicit
Halloween Party - Rated explicit
Girl!Dan - Rated teen lol
Girl!Dan Pt 2 - Rated Mature
Charmed/Practical Magic AU
Charmed/Practical Magic AU pt 2
Project Runway Drabble
so far...
#my fics#my ficlets#maxiel#max/daniel#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#fic rec#sora writes#tennis au#enchanted au#enchanted au christmas#wrecked verse#2wrecked2furious#reclamation#adore you#adore you verse#teeth#relaxed and happy verse#sleepwalker verse#sleepwalking au#girl!daniel#girl!dan#Noah au
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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Clark Kent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, not beta'd we die like SOMEONE apparently, crack and laughs Summary:
It's not often Bruce has visitors. Rarer still for anyone to be a return visitor.
(They're not hiding it, really, it's just that no-one notices. Until they do)
#Wrathwrites#Batman fanfiction#yes I did just discover that share button L O L#listen my heart is permanently injured from Gotham Knights and I'm yeeting ALL canon out the window#all of it fuck it what is canon across so many media sources and verses and shit#give me Batfam shenanigans#give me them having moments for happiness and WTF moments#give me them smiling and relaxed or GIVE ME DEATH#actually no don't do that I encountered that literally at the start of the game AND I STILL HAVEN'T RECOVERED#afnuehfuhf god anyway each chapter for each of the (Gotham Knights) kids#also yes I ship Superbat did not expect it but y'know what I'll go down with this ship now
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spent my whole shower trying to sort out my feelings about ootd lol.
relistening to the ep rn and feeling very reassured that even if ootd isnât my fav title track they still know how to make bangersâshatter and rising are the typical high quality bsides that i am very into
#might make another post for my thoughts on ootd#rest assured i do like it just not as much as usual title tracks#i think what bothers me at an essential level is that it doesnât have the element that other title tracks have:#that being the âwho else could pull this off?â factor#and while the members add their own flair to it#it is worth acknowledging that this song sounds like something other groups could and would do#this might just be bc iâm a dami bias but she is doing some heavy lifting in that regard#idk if there are other rappers in currently active girl groups who could have pulled off her verse this time around#so that makes me happy lol#like maybe ryujin (MAYBE) could get some relaxed deep voice charisma on it but idk dami delivered#and then again itzy would not release ootd i donât think itâs too dark sounding for them#like literally dim not enough pops of color for itzy#gonna stop here before i write that whole other post in the tags#dreamcatcher#o
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i saw this tiktok which talked in depth about the paths in HSR and the people assigned to each path, and wow...lemme tell you, the way they talked about nihility, which is the laziness, meaningless behavior and exhaustion? it truly suits sayu, especially since she fits the exhaustion part...she works so hard for her dream of giving people their voice through music that it exhausts her, yet she doesn't show it.
#â© ă ( character study. ) // about the queen of goths.#â© ă ( verse. honkai star rail. ) // path of nihility.#goddamn girl at least relax those vocal pipes from all that screamo singing MKDMRKGMTGMGMKGTMKMG#but nah fr im v happy w her path and element honestly. she just truly? fits the exhaustion of nihility....#not to mention lil miss goth queen tends to be pessimistic sometimes AHEMS#anyway dont mind me rambling ....im recovering okay....slowly but surely....
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Michael doesnât exactly how to approach this. He knows Gregoryâs birthday, he needed it for their⊠not-so-legitimate legal documents, but he has largely no idea how Gregory feels about it ( based on the fact that the kid hasnât brought it up beyond that, though, he can guess ). Michaelâs history with birthdays doesnât help in the slightest. Still, he refuses to ignore it, and had luckily paid some attention where Gregory wouldnât: heâll return home from school to a couple gifts: two of which are toys he remembers catching Gregoryâs eyes lingering on, and the other a thrifted GameCube that came with a handful of classics. âWasnât about to let you get off scot-free on your birthday, sorry.â He comments with a small smile. âThereâs a bit of cake in the fridge, which might be branded, but I did get it for free.â Aka he stole a Fazbear cake.Â
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â It's not that Gregory had forgotten about his birthday. He'd known the date was approaching with some sort of awareness, but had planned to let it come and go like any other. It's been years since anyone had pretended the date was special for his sake â lucky if a foster family would even offer him a passing ' happy birthday ' throughout the day, and ( unfair as it might have been ) ..... he'd honestly expected the same from Michael.
He hadn't expected him to remember ; didn't think it would strike his memory as something worth keeping track of.
Which is why he's so surprised when he walks home to presents, and glances up as his guardian to see that small smile. Eyes go wide, flickering back towards the toys, and to the fridge when it's mentioned.
"Oh,"
He can feel his cheeks flushing, chest and throat feeling tight, and it's ââ embarrassing. He shouldn't feel this excited about his birthday being not only acknowledged, but celebrated by his ( favorite, definitely his favorite of all time ) guardian, but he is, teeth sinking into his lower lip to try and bite back the little smile tugging at them. He's decidedly not looking at Michael as he drops his backpack and steps in to take a closer look at the gifts, eyes sparking with light.
It's when he gets to the GameCube that he finally looks back at Michael, slight tilt to his head.
"What's this?"
#bravevolunteer#â
* ASK / making the best out of a bad situation. )#â
* VERSE / in truth there is nothing here at all. )#gregory can you say thank you. like a normal kid.#he is happy hes just bad at expressing it KJSBKJSNKJNDKJD#he will make michael play on the gamecube all night with him. and then he will relax and michael will be able to see how happy he actually#until then however he's gotta be weird and emotionally constipated about it
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Being there. Chatting with them. It all gave Nunnally such a family-like vibes; the feeling of the family she had never had, but always wanted to have. One that laughed together and chatted together in the lazy mornings in the kitchen. Even when she thought her father was just a trustworthy businessman, Nunnally had always felt she was missing something. And after it all had happened, she started to miss it more and more, and denying these needs more and more as well.
âI used to sleep long whenâŠwhen I was younger.â â she commented â âNow I am up quite early.â â and although that was an honest statement, Nunnally didnât feel like adding that she also went to bed late. Slumber and dreams, as much as they were her escape, they werenât something that brought her peace. Not nightmares as well. Nightmares were rare. So, it needed to be something in between. Though it still made her tired in the morning.
She chuckled when Roberto mentioned that Ravein was up as soon as the fresh scent of coffee was filling the air of this house: --
âI thought you were not a coffee personâŠâ â Nunnally remarked jokingly. Now her eyes were not clouded anymore, and were showing much more internal happiness. As much as Nunnally tried (and often succeeded?) in changing her way of thinking to better accommodate Raveinâs needs (and the consequences of his past), this time she didnât link it with his awareness of the changing environment. It was more like she liked coffee herself, and would assume she could be woken up in the same way.Â
âYes, RaveinâŠâ â she smiled to the ex-assassin â âLet me prefer some tea for youâŠâ â she walked to the counter that Roberto pointed to her, opened the can, and smelled the blend that Ravein seemed to like. It was a nice combination, and despite being first and foremost a coffee person, Nunnally did not enjoy some good tea â âIt seems that there is some chamomile in it?â â she asked looking first at Roberto, and then turning her head to face Ravein.
âOh, I am a boring person when it comes to coffeeâŠâ â she attempted to joke again â âBlack. No milk nor sugar. I just likeâŠgood blend I suppose.â
âTough I can prepare more than thatâŠâ â she started but that âdingâ interrupted her thought and a sentence; Roberto went away to attend to the customer, and Nunnally was left with Ravein alone.
âWell, then. Letâs prepare something more complicated for Roberto then. Something with cardamomâŠâ â she looked at Ravein to provide some guidance to her â âOr perhaps I should be more adventurousâŠâ â she was asking, trying to find out where Roberto might have kept his spices â âDo you think star anise would be to his liking? But then we would need to have dark roast coffee beansâŠand a grinderâŠâ
âDoes he like more sweet things or rather bitter?â â she asked. Making coffee was fun. She had always liked it â âDo you have a favourite tea cupâŠor mug, Rav?â â she asked â âIs there his somewhereâŠâ
Surprisingly for herself, Nunnally felt pretty comfortable in this kitchen. Like opening and closing the drawers and cabinets came quite naturally for her. As if she was not only a l l o w e d to do it, but also e x p e c t e d to act like that. Suddenly, she stopped with an unexpected thought: --
âPerhaps I should get myself a very special mug for hereâŠâ â she laughed happily; it was a nice foolish thought, but Nunnally liked it. She wasnât sure why, but she did.
âThank you,â Roberto politely responds, quite happy with her compliment. It was a kitchen that he was proud of, and it brought him joy that he could have a job that allowed him to interact with people on his own terms. Sure, there were times where the customers werenât the most pleasant to deal with, but for the most part, they were kind people. Being self-employed had itâs perks of allowing him to do as he pleased.
It may not be the most lucrative job, but it was very fulfilling to make use of his hobby to bring some joy to his customers. It was convenient too, that the customers were rather calm, so it was a nice environment for Ravein to observe people slowly. He had considered changing from a café to a bar, but when Ravein came into his life, he decided keeping the café would be the safer bet.
Maybe, whenever he decides to retire, Ravein can take over and continue the legacy.
âYouâre not wrong, I get to enjoy the first batch of coffee for the day. Itâs a good thing that Iâve always been a morning person, so I donât struggle with waking early in the morning to cater to the morning rush crowd.â Roberto explains, looking at Ravein. âThis one here wakes up the moment the smell of coffee fills the air.â The ex-assassin was quite sensitive to changes to his surroundings, and smells were very important informational queues one couldnât ignore when on a mission. It was something akin to an occupational hazard that made him wake up when his nose picked up a new smell, or if he heard a sudden noise nearby.
A âlight sleeperâ, is how most people would term it.
Her offer to prepare a drink for them was a surprise, but not in a bad way. If she wanted to do so and get a feel for the kitchen before officially settling on this place as the location for their lessonsâthat was fine by Roberto. âA cup of coffee would be splendid, thank you Miss Nunnally.â Roberto glances at Ravein who was thinking about what kind of beverage heâd want. âMaybe youâd like some tea, Rav? There is a special blend of herbal tea in the one cannister labeled âRaveinâ on the counter over there.â Roberto pointed out the one counter space that had cannisters of teas.
Ravein preferred to drink things that werenât caffeinated, and calming teas worked wonders on his nerves, so Roberto had gone and blended a mix of herbs for him. âAs for myself, I enjoy most ways of enjoying coffee. If you also enjoy coffee, perhaps you could share with me the way you enjoy your cup of coffee?â There was something about sharing interests and preferences with others that made it all the easier to grow closer or accustomed to another person. They knew that she liked a sweetened milk beverage, and Ravein enjoyed hot chocolate. Roberto loved coffee, but he also enjoyed a variety of alcohol (the reason why he considered opening a bar).
There was a âding!â sound that could be heard, and that was the sign that someone was at the counter, waiting for Roberto to come back out from the kitchen. âIâll be back shortly. If you need help finding anything, Ravein can help you.â Roberto excused himself to check back with the front of the store, leaving the two young adults in the kitchen alone. Â
#ravein#nunnally#verse: mafia#fightingthetides#coffee!#bonding over happy#and roberto made nunnally feel so comfortable#no it's your turn ravein#to feel more relaxed
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and we'll find some version of okay, one day ( ft. myungdae & hyuk || verse two )
a/n: did someone say hyurick? today is alex ( @jeoseungsaja )'s birthday SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDO :DDDD thank you so much for the all the wonderful stories, muses, smiles, and laughs u've given me ( and all ur friends and ppl on dash ) over the years; i hope this trip around the sun will be a happy one for you!! care you lots <3 <3 <3
Being in a relationship with Hyuk is surprisingly easy.
No, easy, isnât the right word. âEasyâ implies a lack of effort to make what is between them now. âEasyâ implies what they have is intuitive when it is anything but. Hindsight is 20/20- it becomes more apparent to Myungdae that perhaps the last five years didnât have to be as painful.
( He could have told Hyuk what was happening from the beginning. He could have revealed himself to Hyuk when he arrived in Seoul. He could have taken a moment and realized that perhaps keeping this undertaking to himself was only going to cause more grief for all parties involved. Maybe then, Hyuk wouldnât have gotten fatally stabbed. Maybe Hyuk wouldnât dissociate, wouldnât be considered invalid in the eyes of the public, having âlost the plotâ. The should-haves and could-haves echo in Myungdaeâs ears like his ghosts and if Myungdae thinks too hard about it, theyâll start piling the guilt one on top of another, like the stack of essays he still hasnât graded. And when that happens, the stacks will climb higher and higher like Icarus until it inevitably burns and falls- )
So being in a relationship with Hyuk is not easy.
But it is simple.
Their relationship reminds Myungdae of a heist, except not as nearly meticulously calculated. But the principle is ultimately the same- watch your back and watch your partnerâs back. If your partner needs help, even if you canât do anything, be there for them. Or in Myungdaeâs case, in the aftermath. Wounds are like cats- easy to see, harder to catch in the moment.
Of course, simply being there is a plan too vague for the Black Knightâs standards. Itâs a concept with one too many external factors and one too many uncertainties to consider.
And yet somehow, their relationship works.. Actually, it might be even more painless than any heist. Sure, the obstacles come unexpectedly, but the solutions donât require nearly as much finesse. As a matter of fact, the most effective solutions to their obstacles are muchâŠsimpler. Less thinking, more doing in the moment.
For example, Myungdae needs to bolt? Well he can do it, but Hyukâs going to have to follow him or at the very least find his hiding spot once the smoke bomb has cleared up. Hyuk needs space after an episode of derealization? Catch Myungdae lingering just around the corner, waiting to be let in. Myungdae doesnât mind the wait either.
Heâs always been good at abiding for time- most times.
Thereâs still more to figure out about each other though. Itâs not like they can go back five years. And no single conversation is going to give Myungdae everything he needs to know about his dearâŠfriend? Partner?
( Myungdae decides heâs not going to think about that right now- heâs also not going to say anything about it to anyone. Nell and Alfred already have their suspicions, and god forbid if Quinn and Taiyang found out. Myungdae already wants to stab the latter two whenever they cross paths. And he doesnât need one more tempting reason. Not that he thinks Hyuk would mind too much- okay, maybe Hyuk would. A quirk of being part of law enforcement, but no oneâs perfect. )
Besides, Hyuk reveals himself in layers- like a book, one page at a time. Itâs an incorrect metaphor, the open book one, Myungdae canât help but think. An open book implies all the facts and details laid out, plain and easy to interpret. Thatâs no book. Or at least not a novel- to read a novel and understand it in its entirety takes more than one read-thru. It takes turning one page at a time, studying every scene and word to comprehend how it contributes to the whole, making careful annotations in the margins, and recalling the most vivid of phrases and moments to truly know a book.
And isnât that what Myungdae and Hyuk have been doing all this time?
Granted, once more, that isnât to say itâs been easy. Old habits are, well, the clichĂ© could not be more accurate- old habits die hard. Like how Hyuk still zones out for hours on end without saying a word to anyone and how heâs given up on art in favor of reading and rereading files with yellowed papers on cases that have lost relevance years ago. Or how Myungdae refuses to show skin in front of anyone and how he barely reads and reads only for necessity.
Or how they both still have nightmares.Â
Sharpened teeth need to sink in somewhere. If not someone else, then themselves. Maybe those habits will never die. Maybe even if they have each other, theyâll never be okay, never be whole once more.
Nevertheless-
âYour hairâs getting long,â Myungdae murmurs, hand carding through Hyukâs hair. Itâs a Sunday at an hour too early to be awake and of course, theyâre in Hyukâs office. Myungdae didnât sleep well the previous night and he suspects itâs the same for Hyuk, from the way he couldnât stop moving. Or the way Myungdae heard him gasp in the middle of the night, only to curl a little tighter against him on the sofa bed.
( Of the new couch- the old one, that two seater with deflated green cushions and scratchy fabric that must have been repurposed from a potato sack, Hyuk had replaced not too long ago. Myungdae wonât admit that he likes the new one- a three seater with chenille fabric that can fold out into a bed- more now that heâs had time to get accustomed. )
Hyuk grumbles, head in Myungdaeâs lap. âIt already is.â His arm loosely draped around Myungdaeâs waist, Hyuk peeks up at him. Myungdae can see the lines under sleep deprived eyes. âDo you like actually being a pigeon? Itâs too early, Dae-yah.â A warm hand finds purchase on Myungdaeâs hip as Hyuk groans, groggy. âLie down.âÂ
Next to me, Myungdae can hear from the breeze blowing in. The lilies of the valley on the window sill jingle, tinkling and singing.
âYou should get it trimmed.â Myungdae says instead, fingers tangling themselves between the strands of hair. Theyâre smooth. Fresh-smelling too like his shampoo. âItâll get in your way.â
Hyuk flips to his back and looks up at Myungdae. âDonât need to.â
âIt falls over your eyes when youâre reading.â An observation, on Myungdaeâs part. Hyuk grumbles.
âDoesnât matter.â Which is translation for âIâm fineâ. But Myungdae knows this is Hyukâs way of saying, âI donât want to.â
âI canât.âÂ
Myungdae tilts his head, thinking as his fingers knead down to the scalp. What would make Hyuk steer away from hairdressers? How does this connect to the full picture of his dear friend now?
There are still so many things he has to learn about Lee Hyuk.
â...What If I did it?â
Hyuk raises a brow and suddenly, the window where the lilies of the valley sit looks very tempting to jump through. It would take him, say, eleven seconds to through the window if he doesnât grab his jacket with the smoke bombs along the way.Â
âDo you even know how to cut hair?â Hyuk asks. Itâs not a âyesâ but itâs not a ânoâ either.Â
Itâs a silly overreaction, Myungdae realizes he just had. Myungdae could ask Hyuk a question and Hyuk would give him the truth. This is the way itâs always been- they donât, or rather they canât lie to each other. Sooner or later, the truth comes out and thatâs a lesson Myungdae has been learning the hard way.Â
They probably need to have a conversation about that sooner or later.
But once again, it is a Sunday at an hour way too early to be awake. This time, they can take the detour. Hyuk might think thereâs no time like the present these days, but Myungdae is more than content to take the roundabout way.
âIf I can use a sword, a pair of scissors canât be any worse.â Myungdae says. Itâs a half-lie. Hyuk still looks at him skeptically. âIâll cut straight- you wonât lose more than a few inches.â
Hyuk huffs, a loose strand still landing in front of his eyes. Myungdae tucks it behind his ear. â...Iâll think about it. But on one condition-â Myungdae yelps. Rolling off of his lap, Hyuk half-coaxes, half-wrestles him into the spot next to him. Alarm rolls in, only to recede once Hyukâs hand presses against his back and Myungdae is once more face-to-face with his dear friend.
âWe rest for longer.â Hyuk finally finishes, triumphant.
âWeâll have to get up soon.â Myungdae points out. âNell is no good in the kitchen. Hiroâs going to complain.â
Hyuk huffs. âThey can wait a few hours. Who gets up at six on a Sunday morning, huh? Huh?â
Myungdae snorts, a hand carding through Hyukâs hair, his fingertips padding against his scalp. Hyuk leans into it and sighs in approval. âOkay. Just a few more hours then. We can get up later.âÂ
Yes, between the two of them, they still have a lot of problems and no actual solutions: ANACHRON is still at large, Hyukâs caseload never dies down, and the Black Knight still has heists to execute.Â
Hyuk still zones out and Myungdae still doesnât relax for any occasion. But at the same time, Hyuk doodles more now and his derealization episodes come around less often. And Myungdae sometimes wears short-sleeved shirts and will even pick up a short story to read for leisure.
Itâs not quite perfect, but itâs progress.
The lilies of the valley tinkle in the sunlight. Myungdae presses closer to Hyuk- maybe theyâll never go back to the way they were before, maybe theyâll never have something easy, but if they have each other, they can be something like okay, one day.
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fin.
#turn your lies into truths for you ( hyuk â verse two. )#the knight ( verse two. )#jeoseungsaja#ALEX!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!!!#pls accept this little something from me <3 <3 <3#i'm so so SO grateful to be able to call you my friend and to be considered ur friend#and i'm very sure many of your partners ( and our mutuals ) would agree!!#absolutely a joy to see whether ic or ooc; WRITE WITH ALEX OR FACE MY đȘđȘđȘ#( i borrowed it from myungdae he said 'talk to my b(f)f or i'll đȘđȘđȘ you' JFLKSDJFLSKDJF JKJK )#of course this is hyurick themed - this year i gave myungdae the chance to talk#and he?? ran with it <3#i put this in the future when they get together/are reunited#so i hope it's okay that i jumped a bit in the timeline <3#of course nothing here has to be considered canon....i was also just thiinking about the haircut thingy we talked about once#AND THIS?? happened :'D#ANYWAYS MOST IMPORTANTLY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX MY DEAR FRIEND <3 <3 <3#i hope 2day is a wonderful day 4 you and that you get to relax a lot with friends and family/doing the things you want to do <3#and if not i will curbstomp the fates đ€đ€đ€#OKAY HAVE A WONDERFUL BESTEST BIRTHDAY OKAY??? :DDD
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Realizing They're in Love: Reader x BG3
Warnings: Implied Internal Trauma, Personal Relationship Issues, Gross Stuff like Falling in Love
Astarion:
           He argues with himself for a long time before love comes to mind. Itâs bad enough that heâs starting to like you but love? Thatâs just going to make things even harder. Astarion feels like the more he tries to talk himself out of it, the worse it gets. You corner him after dinner one night and he smiles, turning up the charm. You ignore his nervousness, giving him a simple wooden box. He immediately fills with dread; you want something. Of course you do. Heâs not expecting there to be a book inside, the next one in the series heâs reading. You assure him that you donât want anything in return, giving him a gentle smile before heading to your own tent. His heart thunders in his chest, fingers trailing over the cover. Heâs not in love, Astarion tells himself as he goes to start the book. He canât be but⊠if he is, itâs not the worst feeling in the world. Not with you.
Gale:
           Heâs not against falling in love per say, Gale just isnât looking. Honestly heâs not. This is more social interaction than heâs had in years and heâs not trying to fuck it up, thank you very much. That doesnât mean he canât forget himself, especially when you start asking him questions about magic. Gale loves magic most of all and he only realizes heâs been ranting after twenty minutes. He winces, scolding himself mentally and turns to you. Youâre both sitting on the floor of his tent, sipping tea in the early afternoon. He fully anticipates that youâre going to half awake, bored to tears and doing something else. Instead, youâre staring at him with rapt attention, eyes bright and small smile on your face. When heâs silent for too long you ask him to keep going, asking if heâll keep explaining. Gale is more than happy to continue, something warm in his chest. He hopes that youâll keep looking at him that way even after he stops talking. And you do.
Halsin:
           Loud barks and hoots draw Halsinâs attention, the druid looking up from his papers. Youâre a bit away from camp, Scratch and the owlbear cub playing with you. The three of you are chasing each other and wrestling, the cub slamming into the back of your knees. Halsin watches you go flying before laughing and grabbing the cub as best you can. You half swing him around, Scratch barking as you send his friend flying. The owlbear cub gives a roar, rolling through the grass and you laugh, chasing after the dog now. Halsin canât help but smile; youâre so kind of everyone around you and he enjoys that you can relax. He hasnât been ignorant to the feelings developing in his chest, just focusing on different things. The warmth he feels only grows as he watches you and he vows to talk about it. Halsin is sure he recognizes the looks you send him; he just needs to find the right time. Â
Karlach:
           She realizes sheâs in love after a tough fight. Her blood is still pumping and she wants more enemies to show up so she can have an excuse to go wild. Youâre joking around with Wyll on the other side of the battlefield, the warlock turning to say something to you. You offer a smile and begin to hike up the slope and trip. Karlach watches in slow motion as you land hard on your ass, sliding down mud straight into the river. Wyll is frozen on the edge of the bank and she quickly makes he way over, worried that youâre injured. By the time she gets over there, youâre laughing loudly, head thrown all the way back. Her heart skips a beat; youâre covered in blood and mud and all sorts of gunk but all she can see is the right smile on your face. Sheâs in love.
Laeâzel:
Laeâzel doesnât call it love. Itâs admiration, respect for your skills. There are very few people she would follow verses leading herself and she admits that youâre good at it. She also enjoys the sex and thatâs always a bonus. The sun is just beginning to go down and you stop on the edge of a cliff to watch. Laeâzel turns to scold you (the group needs to get back to camp) but sheâs struck by your figure. You look like a painting, noble and steadfast. Your face is determined but not tense, taking in the sunset. Thereâs something in your eyes, something softer than she expects and it takes her breath away. She swears to herself and turns away, missing the affectionate look you send her. Sheâs doesnât call it love, even if deep, deep down she wishes she could.
Shadowheart:
           Night has finally fallen on a long, long day. Shadowheart is thankful that youâre the one with her on first watch tonight; your silence isnât looming as she prays and the sound of sharpening blades is soothing. There isnât the need to fill the silence with noise and it feels calm in a way thatâs unfamiliar. Usually she finds the night comfortable but cold, like an winter breeze. Youâre like the night but warm, a balm on an open wound. She smiles as she watches you, not looking away when you meet her eyes. You smile and sheâs filled with affection, even as her hand throbs. The pain is worth it; you make her feel truly seen.
Wyll:
           Youâre crouched by a small cave, voice low and arm outstretched. The group had just finished a fight, a camp overrun with bandits. Wyll scowled to himself, looking over the bodies strewed over the ground. The people had been innocent and he wished he had been faster. Movement catches the corner of his vision and he turns, watching as, slowly, a child comes out of the cave. Theyâre covered in dirt and blood but you smile and they take you hand. Wyll canât the stop the soft look from coming onto his face as you begin the check for wounds. The world can be a dark place but you give him hope; itâs more than he deserves.
#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 imagines#bg3#bg3 imagine#gale x reader#astarion x reader#halsin x reader#karlach x reader#lae'zel x reader#shadowheart x reader#wyll x reader#gale imagine#gale of waterdeep#astarion imagine#astarion ancunin#halsin imagine#bg3 halsin#karlach imagine#lae'zel imagine#shadowheart imagine#wyll imagine#gale bg3#astarion bg3#karlach bg3#wyll bg3#wyll ravengard#lae'zel bg3#gale x tav#astarion x tav#halsin x tav
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@jeoseungsaja sent in:
"Miss Nakamura! There you are," Jae-Hwan peeks in with a smile, fully entering Detective Lee's office that seems to be...quite empty, with exception of Suki's presence of course, "a little...grumpy hedgehog told me that today's your birthday, so, in honor of such a special day!" They leave two presents near Suki, one medium-sized and the other a smaller one. "This one's from me," they point at the medium-sized gift, where she'll find an oversized, knitted sweater inside the bag that's conveniently pink all around, "and that one is from Detective Lee. I don't know what it is, he just gave it to me so I could give it to you." It's a little box with a ribbon (that's neatly made; he hasn't lost his touch, it seems) and a bracelet inside. "BUT! Good news, he's going to join us for lunch today, his treat, can you believe it?" They smile. "Look at him, showing his soft heart. It is a special day, after all."
(aND ANOTHER ONE WIEDHIWDEH I HAD TO, PLS FEEL FREE TO IGNORE ANY OF THIS, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVELIEST ORIGAMI MACHINE, I ADORE HER AND I ADORE YOU!!!) || the paper machineâs birthday!! ( ft. unprompted. )
One of the good things about moving to Seoul ( even if it is only temporary ), is that for once, at least for this year, she can escape the ghosts of a past she canât return to. A new city means no expectations. No memories to compare this year to. No nostalgia to cling to unlike in, years past.
( She remembers how her birthday celebrations went for the past two years- ALONE, with a single cupcake with a lit candle and if sheâs lucky, a birthday text from a former co-worker or two who were probably on lunch break when they sent it. Not that she blames them. She was like that once. )
But this year, in this foreign country, in this city where both her Korean and Hangul still need work, it seems that for once, she wonât be alone for the occasion. Setting the watering can on the windowsill by the pot of lilies of the valley ( because Lee insists on keeping it alive and well, itâs kinda hard for him to do that all by himself if heâs almost always thinking about the case ), she holds her hands out only to find not one, but two boxes in her hands.
Jae-hwan, it doesnât surprise her that he would remember, let alone take it upon themselves to find out, but Lee? Not that she doesnât think heâs a bad boss ( or friend for that matter ), but well, considering that he barely remembers to sleep and eat, BIRTHDAYS would be the last thing on his mind.
Still.
A special day. A day for her with people who not only remembered but also want to celebrate it with her.
That hasnât been the scenario for a very long time. Opening both presents in front of them, she slips the bracelet on before hugging the sweater tightly. Theyâve both already done more than enough at this point.
âI want bungeoppang after lunch,â she announces, voice muffled by the sweater. She peeks up at Jaehwan. âThey say it tastes better with friends.â
#jeoseungsaja#( answered. )#( verse: black knight. )#tbt ( ft. jae hwan & suki )#but do u think he'll take us 4 ramen#that looks like the only thing he actually likes these days :/#( OKAY BUT JAE HWAN PLS BE ASSURED....she is VERY grateful to both u and hyuk :'D )#( considering that she has celebrated her birthday alone since she left the lapd.... )#( so it means a lot to her that jae hwan AND hyuk remembered and insist on making an occasion out of it )#( BUT ALSO HYUK REALLY MAKING ME SOB IN HAPPY TEARS FOR ONCE )#( how just this once he's taking a break to celebrate her b day.... :'D and treating them to lunch....)#( so pls forgive her though for dragging him and jae hwan to mrs nam stand...for the bungeoppang )#( *CRIES* )#( I'M REALLY SORRY HYUK )#( but alex!! i hope?? this works for you!! <3 and if not I'm more than happy to change things here )#( thank you so much for ALL OF THEM :D and i hope!! you get to relax lots now!! <3 )
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âThe LORD replied, âMy Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.â
-- Exodus 23:12
Photo: My House
#rest#relaxation#christianity#bible verse#christmas#christmas season#merry christmas#happy holidays#season's greetings#joyeux noel#tea#teacups#cookies#christmas cookies#christmas tree#hygge#cozy#exodus 23:12#winter#quiet time
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F1 Flufftober - Day 25 Love Letters
Please don't judge me for doing these out of order lol (thanks @arturleclerc and @danielverstappen for the little push) (edit to say that this is also the same universe as this and this as well)
Max dragged himself into the entryway, allowing the front door to snap closed behind him. He left his luggage by the door, he would get to it later.
The cats wandered forward, welcoming him home from his long time away. He'd been out on a triple header and was glad to be home. He wanted to throw himself on the couch and stroke his cats and get forehead kisses from his boyfriend.
Who wasn't home.
Right.
Max grumbled to himself, standing with Jimmy in his arms and walking further into their home. He was tired and Daniel wasn't home because he was back at the factory. He'd be back in a few days because this was an unfortunate overlap of their travel schedules while Daniel was back off the grid.Â
Stupid metacarpal, who needed those bones anyway??
Throwing himself on the couch as initially planned Max's brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle of paper beneath his head. Shifting quickly, he spied a square of yellow paper â a post it note. Odd.
Grabbing the out of place stationary, he recognized Daniel's looping handwriting.
You amaze me every day.
Max smiled softly, rereading the words and imprinting them on his brain. He reached over to stick it on the coffee table, fully intending to take it into the bedroom and preserve it in some way. He stopped short when he saw another sticky note attached to his controller.
Never forget how special you are.
Max tucked his head to his neck, feeling the blush bloom on his cheeks. He took a picture of both and texted them off to Daniel with a message that he was home.
Daniel
Oh, you haven't found them allđž
Max pausedâŠall? He stood quickly from the couch and gave the living, dining and kitchen areas a glance over and noticed at least two more sticky notes.Â
He would never admit to how quickly he rushed over to grab both notes. Not on Jimmy or Sassy's life. But his stomach swooped, eyes roving over the messages.
Never forget how proud of you I am
I will always love youÂ
Max walked dazedly into their bedroom, collecting a few more notes of love, respect and adoration from Daniel. He felt overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Wanting nothing more than to lay on top of him and kiss him soundly.
But he couldn't. Because Daniel wasn't here.Â
So instead, he padded to his sim room and plopped ungainly into the chair. There was one last noteâ he combed the flat and found no more. And his heart flipped, wondering just what else he would find.
He was completely overflowing with affection for Daniel. And he currently didn't have an outlet for it. He'd texted again but Daniel was back in the sim so he wouldn't be getting an answer any time soon.Â
Grabbing the last note that was hanging innocently from his overhead screen, Max let out a choked laugh.Â
The kind that happened when Daniel said something unexpected in their old PR videos. The kind that cracks his face open in joy. Max folded over, his boisterous laugh calling the cats in curiously.Â
Max truly loved his boyfriend. He loved that man with his whole being and he couldn't wait for him to get home.
We're out of
Eggs
Beer
Bread
Yogurt
Hand soap for the guest bathroomÂ
#danny is a sweetheart and max still doesn't know how to deal#f1flufftober2023#day 25#love letters#maxiel#max/daniel#happy relaxed au#happy relaxed verse
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Taking a bath together
Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader
No warnings - just fluff
I just want him to feel loved and happy, okay?? ;_: He is a sweetie pie even if he does a little killing sometimes.
The warm water of the bath enveloped you both, steam rising and curling in the quiet air of the chamber, scented with the subtle hint of lavender from the bath oils. The large, marble tub was a luxurious expanse, allowing comfortable space for the both of you, a private sanctum isolated from the rest of the world and its demands. You and your husband, Aemond, preferred bathing alone and without any servants to assist you.
Warm water sloshed about as you cleaned your his silky pale silver hair. With Aemond sitting between your legs, his head tilted back slightly to let you have access to his hair, his guard was lowered in a way few ever saw. The absence of his eyepatch revealed the vulnerable side of a man typically known for his strength and intimidating presence, highlighting a rare intimacy shared between you alone. He was always gentle and sweet towards you, so different from how he came off to the courts and the world.
As you lathered his hair with soap, your fingers massaged his scalp, the action caring and methodical. Your voice, a gentle murmur, broke the silence, carrying affection and genuine admiration. "Your hair is so lovely, my sweet..."
Aemond's muscles, which so often held tension and readiness for combat, relaxed under your touch. The prince, the warrior, the brooding Targaryenâthose identities faded into the background as he simply became a man at peace, indulging in the rare luxury of being cared for. You wanted to do your utmost to make sure he felt loved and cared for, and it seemed like it was taking effect.
"Your touch is as soothing as the Maiden's song," he replied, his voice a low hum that vibrated against your skin. A soft sigh escaped him, a sound of utter contentment that filled the space between you with a resonance more articulate than words could ever be.
Your tone took on a playful edge, teasing him gently while simultaneously offering praise, a balance that spoke to the depth of your relationship. "My, how poetic you are~ What have you been reading?" you inquired, the smile audible in your voice, a gentle prod at his scholarly habits.
Aemond leaned back further into you, the warm water and your closeness lulling him into a state of tranquility he found nowhere else. "A collection of verses from old Valyria," he admitted, a hint of sheepishness in his voice, revealing that even a prince could have his indulgences. "Thereâs a beauty in the old words, a power and grace that I find... comforting."
His hand rose to meet yours, fingers intertwining as he held your hand against his chest, a silent expression of gratitude for your teasing, your care, and everything you did to make him feel loved and at ease. Your laughter and light-hearted queries were as much a part of his reprieve as the soothing waters that enveloped him.
Aemond rested back against you, the solid warmth of his body pressed into the softness of your form, an intimate juxtaposition of strength and tenderness. With careful affection, you bent forward to press a kiss to the sapphire that sat in place of his missing eye, a gesture of acceptance and reverence for all that he was, imperfections included.
"Very good, my prince... You read such varied books and texts. Poetry is just as valuable as history," you murmured into the steam-kissed air. "Your diligent reading shall temper your mind into that of a great ruler." Through your words, you offered not just praise but a recognition of his efforts to grow beyond the warrior the world often mistook him for.
He could feel the vibration of your voice against his back as you spoke, the underlying message clear: he was valued not only for his title and the power he wielded, but for the depth of his intellect and character. A soft, pleased little "hmm" noise escaped him, a sound that held within it both gratitude and a burgeoning sense of pride.
Aemond turned his head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of your face from over his shoulder, his good eye searching for yours. "With you by my side, I have no doubt of what I might become," he said earnestly, his voice steady and sure as the pull of the tide. "You see in me the king I am yet to be, and for that vision, I am eternally grateful." He had a soft smile and a devoted look in his eye.
As Aemondâs gaze met yours, searching and sincere, you leaned in to close the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle, loving kiss. It was a simple act, yet it spoke volumesâthe touch of your mouth against his was a seal to the promise of your words, a silent reassurance of your faith in him.
The softness of the kiss, coupled with the intimacy of the moment, pulled a reaction from him that was both rare and endearing. His cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, the blush spreading across his fair skin. Even a man of Aemond Targaryen's stature, for all his fierce reputation, was not immune to the tender affections of the one he loved, especially not when delivered so unexpectedly and with such genuine emotion.
#aemond targaryen imagine#aemond one eye#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond#aemond x you#aemond x yn#aemond x y/n#aemond x wife#aemond fic#aemond imagine#house of the dragon imagine#house of the dragon fluff#aemond targaryen fluff#aemond fluff#hotd aemond#hotd#hotd season 2#house of the dragon
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The Masseurs
Kim Jiwoong & Seok Matthew x Male Reader
cw: top jiwoong, verse matthew, bottom reader, bareback, matthew has a milk factory down there so a cumfest ig, lots of body oil, double penetration, fingering, rimjob, blowjob, spank, degradation, nipple play, cum swallowing.
an: this happens in the same universe as sloppy problem.
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the happy ending spa, this place has gained a name of its own. full of hot workers and the most exquisite massages are given there with of course the respective happy ending, if you want one.
yn came to this place because one of his friends gave him a birthday voucher to use here. he was excited for the things heâs heard about the service but he was nervous too, anxiety creeping all over his body, millions of possible scenarios crossing his mind and none of them was looking good for him.
yn was an overthinker guy, he was thinking on every little detail to avoid embarrassments or problems during his stay at the spa.
âwelcome, how can i help youâ a tall guy with black hair and pretty eyes welcomed him, âoh hey umm.. i came here because a friend of mine gave me a voucher. hereâ he handed the paper to the receptionist, his tag spelling the name ricky.
âsoooo, tell me which plan you are choosing?â, yn scanned the plastic displaying the massages names and the costs of each one. then something caught his attention *happinessÂČ* âsuch a weird nameâ he thought but it made him curious so he choose it. âooh i seeâ ricky laughs quietly âgood choiceâ.
ricky showed yn the way to where his room is so he can change while waiting for the masseur. he discarded all his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. he leaned on the bed, it was comfortable almost as if he was on top of a cloud, he started to feel sleepy. suddenly the door swung open, yn jolted due to the surprise. two males where there, âhello, good afternoon mister, my name is jiwoongâ the taller greeted first followed by the smaller guy âmineâs matthewâ a big cute smile adorning his face.
the realization hit yn at that moment, happinessÂČ meant that he was gonna be attended by two masseurs.
âumm.. sorry i- i didn't know there was going to be two masseursâ his cheeks getting flushed, his body tensed. all that overthinking he did before didn't work, he was here embarrassed. âhey hey hey calm downâ jiwoong went quickly to his side, then positioned himself behind yn and started massaging his shoulders, âthis is a place of relaxation. let me and my partner guide you on this pleasurable journeyâ matthew then started to pour scented oil all over ynâs body.
jiwoong worked on the upper torso, back and arms while matthew on the lower torso, ass and legs. the smell of the oil sending yn's mind into a realm of relaxation, his body melting on the massage bed. being very mischievous matthew started gripping yn's ass a lot. yn didn't find it weird he thought it was part of the process.
but all of a sudden he felt something poking his asshole, matthew's fingers were going up and down in between his cheeks âstay still, i need to cover all up in oilâ.
yn's face was bright red but thankfully he was lying with his face against the mattress, something he took advantage of to hide his moans. playful stares were exchange between jiwoong and matthew, they were enjoying hiw hard yn is trying to act cool, as if nothing is happening. jiwoong mouths a little âcuteâ that made matthew emitt a quite laugh.
matthew's hands were doing wonders down there. they never left yn's hole alone to the point that the masseur was practically fingering yn while he bit his lip to muffle his moans.
âwe're done on this side sir please lat on your backâ jiwoong muttered. yn thought twice before turning around, the reason?, he was hard, matthew's fingers reached his prostate stimulatingcover it. âit's covered by the towel so maybe they won't noticeâ he thought and turned around. but of course they both noticed but decided to play along yn's shyness.
the massage went normal until mischievous matthew strikes again, while he pretended to massage yn's lower torso he was discarding the towel little by little. âi didn't know my hands were that goodâ he said, catching yn off guard who opened his eyes and saw what was happening, matthew contemplating his rock hard dick. âholy shitâ yn tried quickly to cover himself but jiwoong stopped him, âyou paid for this remember?â a smile plastered on his gorgeus face. âbut- butâ yn tried to refute but something shut him up.
jiwoong unzipped his pants and his fat dick fell right on top of yn's eyes âwhy don't you put that sexy mouth to a better use?â he guided his dick towards yn's mouth. his tip already in, poking against the inside of yn's left cheek, he thrusted slowly at first but his speeding it up by the time.
matthew on the other side was happy slurping on yn's dick, spitting on it, doing a sloppy handjob and deepthroating him. âso goodâ he said slapping the shaft against his flushed face.
jiwoong straddle yn so he can thrust way faster on him, forcing yn to deepthroat his fat dick, âsuch a tight throatâ.
minutes later jiwoong flooded yn's throat with his cum while yn painted matthew's face and hair with ropes of sperm. yn heaved, trying to catch his breath while wiping out the leftover cum on his mouth. after some deep breaths he was getting ready to leave but matthew stop him, âwe're not done yetâ.
âwhat do you mean?â yn said concerned, âthe voucher says that you would spend two hours here and we're just 40 minutes inâ jiwoong added, âyou could go now but if you want to stayâŠâ matthew walked closer towards him âwe're gonna make this day unforgettableâ he whispered that last part.
yn was conflicted, he was too shy to stay here naked in front of two hot guys but on the other side he was enjoying it. âwhat to doâ he thought, âi guess i'm allowed to have fun this dayâ he said in an almost whispered tone.
yn sat on the bed but with his legs bend to the sides so his ass could be wide open for the masseurs to see. jiwoong brought a bottle of pil and poured it all on yn, the liquid going down his arched back towards his hole and finally dripping from there. matthew slapped him and rubbed his fingers rapidly on the already puckered hole, âso prettyâ matthew blurted out and went straight to suck it, his tongue dancing around the tight ring of muscles while jiwoong smeared the rest of the oil on yn's body.
then both took turns to play with yn's hole, each tongue smearing the saliva left by the previous one. âwhat the f- ahh⊠hnghâŠâ yn's a whimpering mess, humping on the bed looking for some friction to relieve his aching dick.
as if it was some type of hard candy they kept sucking on that ass. âjust put it in alreadyâ yn begged, his hole feeling empty when both stopped the rimjob. âas you wishâ jiwoong kissed the back of his neck while introducing his shaft ïżœïżœmatthew come here. fuckkkâ he cursed âlook hiw he's swallowing it with ease.. such a skilled whoreâ, âyeahhhâ matthew cheered with a slap on yn's oily ass.
jiwoongâs big frame overpowered yn's, he easily manhandle him and fuck him mercilessly. yn's words slurred due to how fast and hard jiwoong railed him, âacting all shy and for what, look how you're taking it like a fucking skilled manwhoreâ
matthew giggled, amused of how jiwoong managed to made yn his little bitch, âhey i wanna have some fun tooâ he bend over the bed showing his hole towards the others, jiwoong realizing what matthew wants he guide yn towards matthew, grabbed his dick and put it inside matthew. âfuck yeahhhâ matthew whimpered, happy of finally have something filling his hole. âyess yn keep plowing my insidesâ he pouted, happiness all over his face.
âyou're such a bitch too matthewâ jiwoong joked, thrusting even harder so yn can reach deep inside matthew. they run on a train for the next minutes, ynâs oily body in between two hot guys, smearing said liquid on their sweaty bodies. matthew turn, locking his legs on yn's waist then kiss him while jiwoong pinched his nipples hard and played with his chest.
âi'm gonna cumâ matthew moaned shooting his semen almost unannounced, it landed on his abds, chest, face and yn's torso and face. he came a lot, it was still spurting and it even pooled on the base of his shaft. matthew scooped it, suck on his fingers and kiss yn, spitting all of it down his throat.
matthew pulled out yn's dick and laid on bed, âcome on, hop on thisâ he says slapping his still hard dick on the palm of his hand âi need to fill you up tooâ. yn obeyed, climbed the bed and straddled matthew. sinking on his shaft slowly, until it was all inside. âdon't forget about meâ jiwoong bite on yn's ear introducing his shaft again.
âwai-wait you're gonna rip me apartâ he pleaded but jiwoong didn't care, all he wanted was to empty his balls inside him. âjust breathe for fuck's sakeâ he cursed âitâs gonna feel good soonâ.
both meats drilled their way inside the bottom's walls, when one enters the other left and each time they reache deeper and deeper. âwhy do they feel even bigger than beforeâ yn thought while focusing on breathingâŠ
âi want more pleaseâ completely surrendered to the pleasure yn just gave in and let the masseurs use him as a toy. his used hole taking both dicks easily. âit seems that you're hole already knows the shape of our cocksâ jiwoong joked, hugging yn's waist tightly, the hair sticked to his forehead due to the sweat made him look hotter and this didn't went unnoticed by matthew who quickly stand up and made jiwoong kiss him.
ynâs face was resting on matthewâs shoulder, drool dripping of his lips and rolling down matthewâs body.
âfuck i can't hold it anymoreâ matthew groaned, his cock throbbing inside yn and against jiwoong's meat. the sensation was amazing. each throb of matthew's cock means a pump of cum being emptied on yn. and, as already stated before, he cums a lot, again. it drips out of yn's hole and down his balls too. âdon't pull out yetâ jiwoong demanded, cumming after a few thrusts.
the older pulls out first, his cock completely soaked in thick white sperm. then it was matthew's turn and it was the same, his cock soaked in sperm too. then they watched yn's pulsating gaping hole leaking. âso hotâ matthew murmured and fingered the aching hole drawing more moans out of ynâs lips. he then licked his fingers and introduced them on jiwoongâs mouth. the latter then did a last rimjob trying to collect as much cum as possible to spit it on yn's mouth âswallow it all, whoreâ he cuped the bottom's cheeksfor and he did as he was told. âgood jobâ and as a reward jiwoong kissed him sloppily, his tongue exploring yn's mouthâŠ
âhave a great day and we hope you come back for moreâ ricky waved a goodbye and smiled making yn wonder if he has any idea of what's going on in that spa. yn went to take a taxi walking slowly and a bit limp, guess he won't be walking good in the next few days.
#kim jiwoong x male reader#jiwoong x male reader#matthew x male reader#seok matthew x male reader smut#seok matthew x male reader#seok woohyun x male reader smut#seok woohyun x male reader#seok matthew smut#kim jiwoong x male reader smut#jiwoong x male reader smut#kim jiwoong smut#male reader#kpop x male reader#kpop x male reader smut#smut#male reader smut#zerobaseone x male reader#zb1 x male reader#zerobaseone smut#zb1 smut
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to be worthy.
and impromptu mother's day fic in the sol-verse it's a difficult day. and a weird day. but it's also a day for family, and for people stepping up to take roles they didn't have to. a day for love, really. angst. but also sickeningly fluffy.
Youâd never second guessed yourself more than you were in that moment, parked outside the flower shop, watching people enter and exit the building. It was barely 7am, and you had been there for almost a half hour already. Just sitting. Just thinking.Â
Motherâs day. It hadnât ever been your favorite day. No matter what you did or bought or made, your mom was never very happy with you. She didnât want anything you could give to her. She didnât even really want you around. She wanted Ingrid with her on the day, and she always made that very clear.Â
This year was obviously⊠very different. Different because you werenât speaking to your mother, and you didnât have to get her anything. You didnât have to write lies down in a card about how much she meant to you, or buy a gift sheâd throw out in a few days anyway. You didnât have to do any of that; there was no pretending this year, and you werenât really sure what to feel about that.Â
It was suddenly a day with no obligations, but then again⊠not really. Because if anyone in the world deserved to be celebrated it was Ingrid, and it was Mapi.Â
Ingrid was your sister. Mapi was your sister's girlfriend. You knew this. It just felt⊠inexplicably wrong to let the day pass without acknowledging all they had done for you, all they were doing for you. There was no⊠older-sister-acting-as-your-parental-figure-day. You were left with this sunday in may, a day that already made your heart ache. Now, you were terribly anxious, too. You didnât want to overstep, nor did you want to⊠understep? Too little, too much. Not enough.
Logically, you knew that Ingrid and Mapi would probably be completely fine with anything you chose to get them. You werenât feeling very logical, though, so you grabbed your phone, and called someone you knew would be.Â
âHi Ă€lskling,â Frido greeted, suppressing a yawn. It was quite early for her to be answering the phone, but she wasnât in the business of not answering calls from you. If you were calling, it was important.Â
âFrido, does Ingrid like flowers?â You asked, nervously cracking your knuckles.Â
âFlowers? Everyone likes flowers, SolstrĂ„le. Why?âÂ
âI just⊠I wanted to get her and Mapi something, and I donât know what to get. I donât want it to be too much or too little, or ugly or stupid or something they donât like and I donât want to make them uncomfortable but-â
The words rushed out of your mouth like someone had turned on a faucet, and Frido sighed, now understanding what you were so stressed about.Â
âHey, SolstrĂ„le, relax.â She interrupted. âFlowers are good. Ingrid likes daisies I think. And Mapi loves pink roses. Itâs not weird, itâs not too much, or too little. Theyâll be happy with anything, really. Donât overthink it.âÂ
âRight. Okay. Daisies and pink roses. I can do that.âÂ
âI know today isnât the easiest for you, but just try to remember-â
âI have to go Frido, sorry. Thank you, I appreciate you.â You said quickly, not really wanting to get into that  at the moment. The Swede sighed, hoping youâd relax a bit as the day went on, and as you got a good reaction to your gift.Â
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Dropping the flowers off at home, along with the cards youâd gotten, and fleeing hadnât been your best idea in retrospect. The idea of being with them⊠when they say what youâd gotten for them and when they read their cards⊠was nauseating. Sickening. Horrifying. You wouldnât be doing that.Â
You set everything up on the counter, grabbed Scoutâs leash and Scout himself, and headed out the door, intending to spend the morning at a cafe just down the street. You had your computer and some school work to finish, which seemed like as good of a distraction as any.Â
Back home, Ingrid was lying awake in her bed, as she had been for a few hours. It was only when Mapi rolled over into her, her head clunking against Ingridâs shoulder, that the Norwegian realized it was probably past time to get up.Â
âMorning.â Mapi grumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin of her girlfriendâs shoulder.Â
âGood morning,â Ingrid replied softly. The single word, dripping with anxiety, was enough for Mapi to lift her head and blink groggily at the other woman.Â
âSomething wrong?â She asked.Â
âItâs motherâs day.â Ingrid whispered, tears inexplicably clouding her vision. Mapi was sitting up in a flash, pulling the younger woman into her chest. Ingrid nuzzled close to the soft t-shirt Mapi was wearing, inhaling the comforting scent of the woman she loved.Â
âMi amor,â Mapi sighed. âI know, itâs a hard one right now. You donât have to call her, though. You donât have to do anything you donât want to. We can cancel lunch with my mom, stay here with SolstrĂ„le. We can pretend it isnât mothers day.âÂ
Ingrid shook her head, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. âNo, your mom deserves to be celebrated. Weâll go to lunch. I want to give SolstrĂ„le some space today, but Iâm worried about her. And I donât want to call my mom. That would be like⊠betraying my sister. I donât want to speak to that woman. She doesn't deserve it.â
âOkay.â Mapi agreed, running her fingers through Ingridâs thick hair. The Norwegianâs eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and she relaxed into her girlfriend once again. âWeâll keep an eye on our Sol, and weâll be quick at lunch. And you can have as many hugs as you want.âÂ
âCanât I always?â Ingrid asked with a small smile.Â
âYou have a point.â Mapi chuckled. âI am going to go make you a coffee, be right back.âÂ
With that, she rose from the bed, pressing a quick kiss to Ingridâs lips, heading for the kitchen. Ingrid stayed in bed, worrying about you and how youâd act today, until she heard Mapi call out for her in a strangely choked voice. She was out of bed within a second, rushing down the hall towards her girlfriend.Â
âWhat?! What is it?!â Ingrid shouted, sliding in her socks on the wood floor into the kitchen, looking around frantically.Â
She saw Mapi first, staring with tears in her eyes at a little card that had the Spaniardâs name on it. She saw the two vases next, sitting precisely in the middle of the counter. One with daisies, one with pink roses. There was a card with Ingridâs name on it on the counter, too, and it wasnât hard for Ingrid to connect the dots. Her first concerns were with her girlfriend, though, whoâs lip was wobbling dangerously, as she blinked rapidly down at the card in her hand.Â
âMarĂa?â Ingrid murmured. âBaby, are you-?â
Mapi blindly reached a hand out towards Ingrid, a hand that the Norwegian took. Gently, Ingrid rubbed her girlfriendâs back, reading the card over her shoulder when Mapi tilted it slightly in her direction.Â
MarĂa,
Itâs motherâs day, and it didnât feel right to let today go by without telling you how much I appreciate everything youâve done for me. You allowed me into your home without a second thought. You met my stubbornness and hostility with love and kindness, and I will forever be grateful to you for that. You love Ingrid so deeply, and I couldnât wish for a better partner for my sister. I think Iâll spend the rest of my life trying to be as good of a person as you are. I hope you like your flowers, and I hope you know how much you mean to me.
Love, SolstrÄle.
By the time Ingrid had finished reading, Mapi had turned in her arms, burying her face in the crook of Ingridâs neck, and was sobbing quietly. They were happy tears, Ingrid realized. Emotional, but happy. Ingrid couldnât do much but hold Mapi tightly to her, and press kisses into the top of her head.Â
âShe means every word, you know? And sheâs right. You are the best person I know, the kindest, the most loving. You deserve the flowers, MarĂa.âÂ
That set off another round of tears, bringing a small laugh out of Ingrid, always astounded and impressed by how emotionally⊠healthy her girlfriend was.Â
âDamn you Engens. Making me cry.â Mapi huffed, using Ingridâs shirt to wipe her tears away.Â
Ingrid took her girlfriendâs face in her hands, carefully kissing her lips. âBecause we love you very much.âÂ
âCut it out, Ingrid.â Mapi complained, though she was smiling shyly. âOpen your card, I want you to cry.âÂ
Ingrid laughed, reaching for her own card, though she hesitated before opening it. Mapi had moved to get the coffees going, but turned to glance at Ingrid when she fell silent.Â
âOpen it.â Mapi encouraged, turning away to give Ingrid space to read.Â
It was another little card, in your big handwriting, a bit longer than Mapiâs. Ingrid took a deep breath, trying to stave off tears before she even started reading.Â
Ingrid,
Motherâs day is weird now. It kind of always has been, but Iâm sure itâs weird for you now, too. I hope today isnât too difficult for you. You are a lot more to me than a sister. Iâve always looked up to you, always seen you as a role model. And I still feel that way. Now, though, youâve taken me in and been so patient with me. More patient than I deserve. I feel safe here, with you. For the first time in a really long time. Safe and loved, in a way I had kind of forgotten existed. Ingrid, you changed my life. You saved my life, too. Iâve never felt very worthy of love or care, but itâs so readily available here. And if someone as good as you thinks that I am worthy of your love, your time, your attention, then I must be. At least a little bit. There arenât enough flowers in the world to express how thankful I am for everything youâve done for me. Thank you Ingrid. Really, just thank you. I love you very much, even if I donât always show it or say it.Â
Love, SolstrĂ„le.Â
And now Ingrid was crying, and Mapi was abandoning the coffee to pull her into a tight hug, and you were walking in through the front door at just the perfect time. You had just barely unclipped Scoutâs harness before you were being forcibly pulled upright into some kind of suffocating group hug.
And normally, something like this would have probably made you uncomfortable. You felt yourself melting into the hug, though, before you really knew what you were doing. Embarrassment flooded you. Regret flooded you. Because even though the hug was nice, you felt dangerously exposed. Dangerously vulnerable.Â
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You insisted that Ingrid and Mapi go to lunch with Mapiâs parents and her brother, without you. Both girls tried to explain, while respecting your privacy as much as possible, why you had stayed home, although Mapiâs mother was rather insistent that she wanted you at lunch, too. You were part of the family, after all.Â
It was only when you were home alone, curled up on the couch with Scout, that the reality really hit, that questions you didnât want to consider really started to flood into your brain.Â
Had they really liked the flowers? The cards? There wasnât much time to talk, as theyâd had to get ready for lunch, and both of them had clearly been crying. Maybe⊠maybe they didnât really like what you had to say? Maybe you were putting pressure on them to be something they werenât. It was so easy for you to spiral into self doubt when you were left to your own devices.Â
Should you have called your mom?Â
No matter how much time passed. No matter how many times Ingrid and Mapi told you that you hadnât done anything wrong, that she had been the issue. You were pretty sure youâd always blame yourself, at least a little. Youâd spent so long thinking you were at fault, and that kind of thinking was hard to break out of. Knowing that you werenât to blame, and really believing it were two different things. And something was easier about blaming yourself. Safer.Â
Maybe you should have called. Maybe you should take the first step. She was your mother, after all, and you only had one. You couldnât help the guilt that began to suffocate you, the insecurity, the self hatred.Â
You wished you could just hear Ingrid and Mapi tell you that they loved you, that you were a good person, and believe it. You were kind of afraid, though, that youâd never fully believe that.Â
The best thing to do, the most logical thing, was to shut yourself in your room for the rest of the day. So you took Scout and some snacks and buried yourself under as many blankets as you could, tucked away in your room. A closed door between you, and the avalanche of emotions and feelings youâd let out earlier in your cards.Â
Too vulnerable. Youâd been too vulnerable, and there was no taking it back, and that was terrifying. Being vulnerable in the first place wasnât easy, but not wanting to die afterwards was even harder.Â
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Ingrid and Mapi returned from lunch to find the house dead silent. Your bedroom door was tightly shut, and when Ingrid peaked her head in, you had been pretending to be asleep. So, she headed for the living room, tucking herself into the corner of the couch, thought after thought running through her head.Â
Had she been too emotional with you earlier? Had you not really meant what youâd said in your letter? Were you just trying to be nice? Ingrid had learned not to push you before you were ready for something, and she felt like today, she had. She should have played it cooler, not made it as big of a deal.Â
And, fuck, she should have called her mom.Â
She shouldnât have, but she should have, and there was no correct answer in her head. Either decision made her feel like she was being bad. A bad daughter or a bad sister.Â
And now she was being a bad girlfriend, because Mapi had been trying to get her attention for several minutes, and sheâd been too spaced out to notice.Â
âIngrid!â Mapi said again, this time reaching out to grab onto her girlfriendâs hand and squeezing.Â
âSorry, sorry. I was distracted.â Ingrid said. âWhat?â
âI checked on Sol. She seems upset. You should go up there and talk to her.âÂ
âNo, no, today has been a lot for her, she has to process her emotions.â Ingrid said, shaking her head. âShe doesnât want to see me right now.â
Mapi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Honestly. The two of you were both hyper aware of the othersâ feelings while simultaneously being too afraid to actually talk about said feelings. You needed each other, today, and Mapi was done trying to get you to figure that out yourselves.Â
âEnough of this. Vamos.â She stated decisively, standing up from the couch, grabbing Ingridâs hand and pulling. Ingrid groaned her annoyance, but went somewhat willingly.
Mapi dragged her up the stairs, knocking on your door before entering upon your response. You were still on your bed, trying to hide the evidence of your almost constant tears, when Mapi entered the room with Ingrid in tow.Â
âAlright. Both of you need the other right now. Sol, Ingrid isnât mad at you. Ingrid, Sol isnât mad at you. Everything is fine. Stop overthinking.â And with that, paired with a small shove to Ingridâs back, pushing the Norwegian in your direction, Mapi looked between you two expectantly.Â
You looked very cautiously, but also somewhat hopefully, up at your sister.Â
Ingrid looked at you similarly, taking a hesitant step closer to the bed. âWhat do you need, SolstrĂ„le?â She asked, determined, at least, that you get better about asking for what you needed. If it was space, she'd respect that. And if it was a hug? Well. Good. Because she really needed one too.
You shifted slightly, lifting one of your arms in a half gesture. âSit with me?â You requested.Â
Relief flooded Ingridâs face as she all but launched herself onto the bed next to you, instantly pulling you into a tight hug. You were relieved, too, that you hadnât been too much for either of them. That your love in return wasnât too much. Your mom had always made you feel like it was suffocating, the way you tried to get her to pay attention to you and love you.
Ingrid and Mapi never did that. They just⊠gave you what you needed, without a second thought. Before anything else. As you sat squished in between the two of them, listening to all the details from the lunch youâd skipped, you realized that all youâd needed today was Ingrid. Being with Ingrid and Mapi made your head go quiet. There wasnât room for doubt when they were on either side of you. Mapi trying ridiculously hard to make you laugh. Ingrid combing her fingers through your hair without a second thought.Â
You fit here, in this family. With them. They told you you fit, that you were wanted, and that was something that was getting more and more believable as time went on. You had a family, and even if you didnât really have a mother to celebrate today, you had two people who put you before anything else. People that loved you more than your mother had. You had a family, again. And that was really something to celebrate.Â
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:) happy mothers day to everyone who celebrates, and to everyone that doesn't.
however you feel is valid. if today is hard, or if today is easy, there will always be tomorrow, and tomorrow will be even better.
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Braids and Mochi Escapades
Fluff
Obanai x female reader
Mitsuri braids readerâs hair, Obanai canât handle the cuteness!
Warnings: none
Being a hashira, your life involved seeing lots of blood, guts, and other horrible things. It didnât consist of much light and happiness but that all changed one day when you seized the opportunity to work with another hashira and your whole perspective on life changed. You had never had so much fun than when you and Mitsuri slayed demons together. She was a formidable opponent and even taught you many skills you now utilized in your own missions. Not to mention, she was kind, funny, and naturally, very loving. These were traits you had embodied before your life darkened because of demons but Mitsuri showed you that you could still embrace and seek out good times even when all else seems hopeless. Thatâs how you found yourself having a sleepover with the Love Hashira after your semi annual hashira meeting was adjourned. The hashiras were all granted a few daysâ rest before accepting any more missions so when Mitsuri invited you over for a girlâs night, you couldnât say no (Shinobu did, thoughâshe was always busy with some sort of research). You ordered as much sakura mochi the kitchen could begrudgingly make for you guys and made your way to Mitsuriâs room to hang out while the food was being prepared. You didnât have the chance to announce yourself before her screen opened and the excitable girl wrapped you in a hug.
âY/N! Iâve been looking forward to this all day! Come in, come in!â
She dragged you inside and you let out a sigh of relief when her strong grip finally released you. Putting down your futon and extra blankets, you felt your stomach flutter with happiness. You hadnât had a sleepover since you were very young and were relishing the fact you could have a normal few days without the stressors of being a hashira.
âI ordered us sakura mochi from the kitchens, I hope thatâs alright,â you said, a bit shy. You knew it was her favorite but you didnât want to come off as overbearing. Your worries were instantly quelled by the huge smile that graced her face as she pulled you in for another hug, thank youâs flowing out of her mouth nonstop. You giggled, already feeling content at how the night was going and you hadnât been there for over a minute.
âSo, is there anything in particular you want to do while we wait? Iâm not well versed on sleepover activities yet, I apologize,â you said sheepishly.
Mitsuri just gave you a kind smile. âDonât apologize! Tonightâs going to be so much fun! Ooh! I know! I can braid your hair!â
You instantly lit up. You were always envious of how pretty Mitsuriâs hair was and youâd be lying if you said you hadnât tried her signature hairstyle on yourself many times. However, you could never make it look as cute as she does so you were ecstatic that she would bestow her skills upon your head. She brought over a box of ribbons, all different colors of the rainbow, to tie at the ends of your hair as you released the pulled back style you had kept your strands in. When Mitsuri sat behind you and began to gently detangle your hair, you felt a wave of relaxation run through you. It felt nice to have someone so eager to take care of you for a change. You two basked in the comfortable silence until the talkative girl spoke up.
âSo, y/n, do you have a crush on anyone?â
Your eyes that were previously closed opened up in a flash. Of course she would ask that, sheâs the Love Hashira! But you were embarrassed that you had allowed yourself to succumb to such a weakness like love. Not even love, just unrequited affection toward a man that barely acknowledged you. It was humiliating to let her know of the truth of your heart but you couldnât find it within yourself to lie to her.
âUnfortunately, yes, I do. Heâs the most handsome man Iâve ever had the chance to lay eyes on but weâve only spoken once out of all the years weâve known each other. I watch him from afar but refuse to speak to him first out of fear. Itâs shameful, I know.â
You were glad she couldnât see your face as you spoke because you werenât used to being this vulnerable. You were pleasantly surprised when she kept braiding, not skipping a beat.
âOh, y/n, thatâs so romantic! Pining and yearning are just two pillars of the many that make up love. Itâs not shameful. Love is a complicated thing, especially for us, but if you face fear head on youâll find that most things arenât as scary as you think they might be. If you like him, he must have a good heart. Donât be afraid to strike up conversation. Heâll come around eventually.â
You didnât know how she did it but you instantly felt better. âYouâre right, Mitsuri. Thank you.â
A few seconds passed.
âMay I know who it is thatâs captured your heart?â
You grimaced, knowing this would happen. âUm, Iâm not sure I-â
âItâs probably Tengen, isnât it? Heâs so dreamy! If youâre into guys like that. Wait, you two have spoken many times so that doesnât fit your description. Ugh, it isnât Giyuu, is it?â
You tried your best not to laugh. Poor Giyuu, you didnât know why no one liked him but even though you held a soft spot in your heart for him, it was the wrong man.
âNo. Different raven haired man.â
She went quiet for a moment before gasping. âObanai?â
You shook your head slightly in affirmation and she let out a high pitched squeal, inadvertently yanking on your finished braid in excitement. âOh my gosh! You like Obanai? Thatâs so cute! You HAVE to talk to him, heâs such a sweetie!â
You grabbed onto your tender scalp in an attempt to soothe it after she almost ripped out all of your strands. âNow that the whole compound knows of my feelings,â you muttered, âI think my confidence to face him is completely shattered.â
Mitsuri gave you a pouty face. âNo, donât say that! Youâre a beautiful girl and any man would be lucky to have you. Heâs shy, youâre shy, itâs a tough combination but if youâll allow me, I can tell him of your affections to see where it goes.â
âOh, thatâs alright, no need. If itâs meant to be, it will be. But thank you. And thank you for this gorgeous hair! Maybe this will give me the confidence boost I need to approach Obanai.â You gave the pink and green haired girl a hug and then inspected her work in a mirror. She had tied your (h/c) hair with ribbons, but they were mismatched colors. You were going to ask if she did that on accident before the realization of what the colors reminded you of set in. She had used one yellow ribbon and one turquoise ribbon, perfectly coordinating with Obanaiâs eyes. Your mouth hung open in shock as Mitsuri giggled at your reaction.
âI hope you donât mind! I was originally going to use just turquoise but when you mentioned your feelings for Obanai I thought this might be a way for you to feel closer to him. And itâs a great conversation starter.â
You gave her another huge hug, amazed at and grateful for her quick thinking. âNow that youâve got me looking this good, weâre ready to get our food!â
Mitsuri clapped her hands in excitement and grabbed your arm as you two raced out the door of her room and into the warm summer night. The hot, sticky air permeated through your haori and left a slight sheen of sweat on your skin. You took a second to appreciate the quiet stillness of the compound, the smell of wisteria giving you comfort. You knew it was impossible for demons to be around, so why did it still feel like someone was watching you intently in secret? You shook it off, thinking you just weren't allowing yourself to let your guard down.
You laughed a little, turning to Mitsuri. "I'm not used to this relaxation time-"
She was gone. You would've been majorly freaked out if you hadn't spotted her entering a building beyond where you stood. Maybe her appetite turned ravenous and couldn't wait another second for food so she ran to the kitchen? You were confused and ready to catch up with her but your attention was turned to the rustling noise from above you. You stood under a wisteria tree and hanging over your braided head was a snake. Its white body slithered through the branches, staring at you and occasionally sticking its tongue out. You weren't familiar with snake behaviors but this one seemed friendly enough so you cautiously reached your hand toward it in an attempt to pet it. It didn't bite you when your fingers touched its smooth head so you took that as a good sign. You were extremely surprised, though, when it fell out of the branches, instead opting to rest on your shoulders. You tried to calm your breathing and before you could get too freaked out at your predicament, you almost facepalmed in realization that there was nothing to worry about. It was Kaburamaru, Obanai's snake friend, that had found his way to you. You were both looking at each other with curious eyes and you gave him a smile, trying to guess at what he was thinking.
"Mitsuri did my hair, Kaburamaru! That's why I look different. Though you probably recognized me by my scent from the other meetings you've attended, hmm?"
Being a snake, he obviously didn't answer you, but he did seem like he understood what you were saying, so you kept talking. "Are you hungry? We could try and find some frogs at the pond if you'd like."
He lifted his head and you could've sworn he shook it in disagreement.
"Alright then. Should we go find Obanai? It's a little late for you to be out here all by yourself."
"He's not by himself."
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard Obanai's voice from above you. You looked up and saw the bandaged face of your crush peering at you from some higher up branches, nearly in the same position you had found Kaburamaru.
"O-Obanai! I apologize for not greeting you. I hadn't noticed your presence." You bowed and hoped he would forgive you. He climbed out of the tree and landed at your feet, black hair moving effortlessly around him. Your mouth went dry and any words that could've been said had died in your throat the moment your eyes met his. He was even more beautiful at ground level when you could observe him up close. His eyes glistened in the full moon's light that blessed the Master's compound. The man of short stature had such a strong, powerful aura about him that almost made you dizzy, yet was so intoxicating that it drew you in. Neither of you shared any words for the next minute or so, unsure of what to say.
"Your hair's... different," muttered Obanai, taking in your appearance and then suddenly looking away.
"Mitsuri did it for me! I was telling Kaburamaru all about it. He seemed to notice as well," you said, the warmth of embarrassment creeping on your face as you registered that what you said suggested that you were conversing with a snake. If Obanai didn't think you were a weirdo before, he definitely did now.
"He's very perceptible," Obanai agreed, making you feel at ease about your previous panic. You two found yourselves in another awkward silence and you prayed to any god that would listen that Mitsuri would come back with your food soon.
"So what brings you out here this time of night?" you asked.
He cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you despised small talk."
Your eyes opened the tiniest bit wider. How had he known that? You barely interacted with him in all the years you had worked together yet he was aware of that little fact about you. Had he been noticing you all this time and you were too ignorant to see it?
"I do." You took in a breath. Time to be brave, y/n. "I just... wanted to talk to you. About anything. Get to know you better." Now it was your turn to look away as you cringed at how that sounded. You wished you had gone to Tengen for flirting lessons before ever coming in contact with Obanai.
"Why?"
Your head turned back to face him again as you answered with a shrug. "Because you're interesting." And because you're ridiculously handsome and I'm hopelessly in love with you!
His eyes narrowed. "Interesting enough to mock me with your hair bows?" He pointed accusingly to your hair, the ends of your mismatched ribbons adorning Kaburamaru as he continuously slid over your body.
"What? No, you have the wrong idea! I swear, I'm not mocking you, I-" You didn't know how to respond and your time was running out before Obanai hated your guts. You resigned to telling him the truth; you'd rather be hated for that than for something that was blatantly false. "I told Mitsuri I found you handsome but was too shy to speak to you so she thought matching the ribbons to your eyes would be a way for me to feel closer to you." He had an unreadable look on his face and you wished you could melt into a puddle on the ground and evaporate away from this conversation. You reached your hands to your hair and began to undo the ribbons. "It was a bad idea, I'm sorry for-"
"N-no! Don't!" Obanai's hands shot out so fast you never saw them coming. He grasped your fingers, stopping them from their job of removing the ribbon. When you felt his cool skin on yours, goosebumps made their way across your entire being. "They look pretty. Y-you look... pretty." Was it a trick of the light or was Obanai... blushing? You couldn't believe your ears. Did he just call you pretty? You thought your night was going to be amazing just being at a sleepover with your friend and now your crush was practically holding your hand and calling you pretty. Obanai was about to remove his hand from yours when Kaburamaru quickly wrapped himself around your conjoined appendages, not allowing either of you to let go. The Serpent Hashira was left in a state of blushing and stuttering apologies for his friend's indecencies and you were certain the snake was laughing at you both.
As if summoned by pounding heartbeats and gauche attempts at confessing feelings, Mitsuri finally appeared, copious amounts of sakura mochi toppling out of the bags she held.
"Oh my gosh, you two are SO cute together! Did y/n finally tell you that she likes you?" She asked Obanai, mochi flying out of her mouth as she took another bite. As he was always someone who had a snarky comeback or venomous reply, you had never seen him unable to produce words like at this moment when he was floundering for the right thing to say.
"I, well... she, umm... What's it to you anyway?" He finally spit out, but Mitsuri just laughed.
"I'm the LOVE Hashira, silly, I'm the expert at this stuff. Although, I must admit, Kaburamaru did most of my heavy lifting, didn't you?" She beamed at him as he finally released you and Obanai from each other to receive a big helping of raw meat from the pink and green haired girl. You stared at her incredulously.
"You're telling me that you worked together with a snake to set us up?"
"Kaburamaru found me earlier today and brought me to Shinazugawa who told me that he was tired of Obanai dancing around his feelings for you, y/n. He also mentioned that Obanai was probably talking about you nonstop to his closest friend, Kaburamaru, and that he was also done with the inaction. So, we devised a plan and now here we are. Isn't that adorable?"
"I told you he was perceptive," said Obanai, clearly embarrassed, but you found the whole thing to be strangely sweet. You decided it was time to get back to your sleepover where you and Mitsuri could fangirl over this moment for the rest of the night so you bid Obanai and his snake farewell. Before you could turn away to leave, Obanai got your attention one last time.
"I hope that one day I'll be strong and worthy enough to speak of my truest, deepest feelings for you myself, but until then," he reached up to pick a small bunch of wisteria off the tree and tucked it behind your ear, "please accept this gift and the meaning I've imposed on it."
You smiled shyly. "Thank you Obanai. I hope our paths continue to cross in the future." As you made your way back into Mitsuri's room, Obanai watched you until you closed the screen door behind you and for a little while after that. He couldn't promise to love you in a conventional way, but he swore from that day on, he would keep you as safe as possible in this unpredictable world you lived in.
BONUS:
On the day of the hashira's departure from the safety of Ubuyashiki's lands, you felt your heart sink at the remembrance of the danger you and Obanai had to go back out and face. However, your aching chest was abated by the raven haired man that entered your view, timidly thrusting a lump of something into your palms. You quickly unraveled the folded fabric and you were greeted with two knee high socks with the same black and white striped pattern as Obanai's haori.
"Obanai, that's so thoughtful of you! I'll treasure these forever."
"You don't need to treasure them, they're just socks," he grumbled, not meeting your eyes.
You giggled. "But they're from you. How could I not want to keep something so precious in good condition?"
"If they rip, I'll buy you more. So don't worry about it."
"Thank you so much for the kind gift." Your gaze softened at him as you frowned the tiniest bit. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything, I feel bad."
"I don't need anything. Just..." He finally looked at you. Your hair ribbons mirrored his eyes once more (you swore to wear them like that until the day you died and then in every reincarnation you were born into) and he felt his heart beat against the walls of his chest. "Just don't die. That's all I ask of you. Let me be able to see you again."
Your own heart panged with the weight of his words. "I promise. I'll see you soon, Obanai Iguro."
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Hello, I absolutely love your work. iv re read your stuff so many times that it's getting concerning.
Can I request the cullens x artist reader who made a painting of them I just think that would be cute
The Cullens with an Artist! Reader
Thank you?!?! I suggest seeking mental help for rereading my bad stories tho
Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!
Edward:
We all know that he is an artist too
He made Bella a whole song on the piano
As someone who can play the piano, thatâs not easy
So he definitely loves that youâre also artistic
For you, heâs a muse
I mean, how could he not be
Literally the definition of perfect
So obvs you sketch him a lot
When he finds an almost finished painting one day of him, he is floored
He can never seem to wrap his mind around the fact that you are just as obsessed with him as he is with you
He hangs it up
Even if itâs not finished
If you insist on finishing it, he will begrudgingly take it down and give it back
But as soon as itâs done itâs all his
Alice:
Sheâs also an artist
But more with fashion
And design
Sheâs not so well-versed with the classical arts like painting or sketching
So she always loves seeing your paintings
Sheâs a coexistence girly
She loves to just be doing something while youâre painting
You know just sort of existing in the same space at the same time
The day you give her the painting, she is so surprised
It was so difficult for you to hide this from her
Especially with her gift
She absolutely loves it
She hangs it in the main room of the Cullen house
She wants absolutely everyone to see it and acknowledge how talented her s/o is
Jasper:
He loves the arts
Theyâre relaxing to him
Some of his favorite classes heâs ever taken in all of the schools theyâve been at have been art classes
Heâs not good by any means, but he loves it anyway
Art dates with him are a must
He would love that tiktok trend where you and your partner trade paintings every couple of minutes
Never misses an opportunity to tell you that he loves your work
He honestly almost started crying when you showed him your painting of him
You made him look so happy, so peaceful
Heâs used to being perceived as a monster
Definitely hangs it up
But only in his room
He wants to be the only one to see it
Rosalie:
Sheâs more of a technical, sciencey person
Not to say she doesnât like art
Just that she doesnât necessarily enjoy making it
She can definitely appreciate good work tho
And she loves everything you make
She buys you new supplies all of the time
If just one pen ran out of ink in your favorite set, she would buy you a whole new set
When you give her that first painting though, sheâs obsessed
She wants at least 20 more by tomorrow
But actually, she knows that sheâs beautiful
But something about the way you capture her is just so different she loves it
Emmett:
Heâs not an art person either
Heâs a bit of a meathead
But he can appreciate art
Probably not as deeply as other people can
But he know when it looks good
And he genuinely thinks youâre the best artist ever
He will gladly put all of your little doodles in the clear pockets of his binders
And hang them on his locker
When you give him the painting of him heâs actually dumbfounded
Like awestruck
What do you mean the best artist in the world just made a painting of him?
Get ready to be cuddled for the rest of the night
Esme:
Resident artist
We already knew that tho
Iâm pretty sure itâs said that sheâs the one who made the grad cap piece?
Idk
Either way she loves art
Pottery dates, painting picnics, date nights at the art museum
She loves it
So if you were to ever paint her and give it to her?
Yeah sheâs gonna start crying
She just loves art, she loves you, and you put them together and sheâs so in love
She hangs it in the main room
It doesnât matter if the colors clash
And itâs never coming down
Carlisle:
Another appreciater of the arts
I mean, he probably knew Da Vinci on a personal level this guy is so old
So itâs no shock
Whenever heâs home and hanging out with you, he loves to watch you paint or draw
Especially if heâs doing some paperwork
I just feel like he would like the company while heâs working
Now I donât see Carlisle as the type of guy to necessarily enjoy pictures or paintings of himself
The only portraits he has in his office are either him in a crowd or family photos
So when you give him a portrait of himself, heâs a little shocked at first
He doesnât want to seem narcissistic, but damn you made him look good
He hangs it up in your shared bedroom
Even though he knows he will likely never have guests who would see it, he wants to make sure itâs hidden
He just doesnât want people to think heâs vain
But he secretly loves it so much
Vampire! Bella:
I think Iâve talked about it before but this girl would have loved deviantart
Rip Bella you would have loved fan art of your favorite characters
But she totally had an artsy phase
I donât think sheâs necessarily good or bad
She just prefers to look at art rather than make it
So thatâs where you come in
She loves just watching you work
Every once in a while she paints with you
But she always feels inferior when she looks at what you made vs what she made
So she usually just sticks to admiring
The first time you give her a portrait of herself, she doesnât even know what to do
Sheâs still getting used to actually perceiving herself as beautiful
And then you capture her like sheâs a goddess?
She needs to lie down
She loves it tho
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