#still very proud how I did the setting :33

[hyacinth-04]

Runaway prince Sanji pays bounty hunter Zoro to take him far from the North and they fall in love on the way 💖💖

[that-one-p00k1e]

─────〃★ for you, I wouldೃ⁀➷˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚

✧ summary: things they would do for you ft. Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Mitsuki Kiryu, Akihiko Nirei, Tasuku Tsubakino, Toma Hiragi, Yamato Endo, Chika Takiishi

✧ content: fluff, gn!reader (I think), OOC most likely, established!relationship, not proofread I'm sorry, tsubakino's pronouns are confirmed he/him ✦ a/n: HAAAAPPPYYYYY NNNNNEEEWWW YYYYEEAAARRR BBBBIITTCHHESSSSS😝😝😝😝 six months since I last posted omg-! I'm still alive! 😍 tysm for the support while I'm gone ily'all <33

—REN KAJI would turn off his music and pull down his headphones to listen to you ramble. Though he had his attention to his phone, he'd give silent nods and hums here and there to let you know that he was listening. Occasionally, he'd throw in little comments and questions regarding the topic you were telling. Little to your knowledge, your rambles to him were like taking notes. He'd mentally highlight things that he thought were important, and would keep it in mind in the future. He's the type to look nonchalant, but deep down, he cares more than he lets on. “... What's wrong?” he asked as he heard you abruptly stop talking. “Forget it.. You're not even listening.” You looked away in disappointment, letting out a quiet sigh. “But I have been listening,” he tried to reassure, feeling slightly guilty for making you feel neglected. “Really? Then repeat all the things I've been saying.” He, in fact, did repeat most things you've mentioned and justified his word.

—HAJIME UMEMIYA would gift you random bouquets every week, as if he hasn't gifted you enough already. What's special about his bouquets is that you can never guess the theme for the week. First, he started off classic – flowers, with the consideration of them being fake so that you'd be able to keep them forever. Then, he brought you a bouquet of snacks and sweets that he knew were your favorite. Next thing you knew, he's giving you a bouquet of money he's been secretly saving up on. You felt guilty; guilty for the effort he's been putting, just for you to return it with some unprofessional homemade baked goods. It felt unfair. But does he sail on the same boat? No. He's going to reassure you that he expects nothing in return, and that you being there for him and loving him was what all he ever wanted and needed.

—HARUKA SAKURA would spend his free time struggling to assemble a Lego flower bouquet set after learning about White Day. He wanted to return your gesture of gifting him during Valentine's, despite himself denying such intention. It took a lot of effort, in both figuring out what to get while fearing you wouldn't like it –to the point that he would even call over Nirei and Suo for help – and in building the tiny pieces of bricks after settling on a final decision for the gift. He persisted to build it himself, no matter how much his friends offered to help. He wanted to make sure it was his work purely, done with his own hands. The whole process was frustrating, infuriating, and was basically a test of patience. But after seeing how you kept the received bouquet in a glass vase – delicately treasuring it on your bedroom display – he has never felt so proud yet flustered his whole life.

—HAYATO SUO would waltz into the café without a care in the world while having scattered lipstick stains decorating his face. Moreover, it wasn't your idea in the first place– it was his. Your relationship wasn't out yet, and he thought, what better way to publish it than announcing it wordlessly but gives double the impact? “Hm? Oh, this? It's my beloved’s artwork. Do you like it?” he'll innocently ask when someone questions the visible lip prints. Sakura was a blushing mess, and Suo was very much enjoying the look of bewilderment from others as they received the unspoken news. This was the reaction he wanted. This was what boosted his pride furthermore in being your boyfriend, and he'd shamelessly do it again to show off his love for you to the world.

—JO TOGAME would be your personal walking object holder. He'd take your bag and sling it over his shoulder with you needless to say; he'd keep hair bands around his wrist in case you decided to tie your hair up; he'd hold your shopping bags throughout your journey at the mall. Never were you the one to request his aid first, and never has he complained about being tired. He'd even go barefoot just to lend you his footwear when your feet start to hurt in heels. Moreover, he'd carry you bridal along the way. Despite you worrying over him tiring himself, he persisted to keep ahold of you. He loves seeing you enjoy life without a care in the world, and he'd do anything to carry burdens that dare to get in the way of that enjoyment.

—MITSUKI KIRYU would deliberately lose in a game of UNO and let you take the victory when he could've won decades ago. The whole time the both of you were playing, he's been holding a Wild and Draw 4 but refrained from using them. Instead, he kept drawing cards and just went yolo to buy time. Though he always played fair, seeing your dejected expression after losing many rounds this time was a little too unbearable for him. He promised himself for once, just this once will he let himself take a loss. He knew it wouldn't be fair, but if it meant that he'll get to see you smile in victory, then he doesn't find any problem with that.

—AKIHIKO NIREI would write down even the littlest of details about you that were thrown at him. You'd be casually mentioning a trivial preference as a ramble, but never had he pulled out his notebook and pen so quickly. During his early stages of getting to know you, he made sure to memorize everything you told him about yourself; your favorite color, favorite food, dream place to go, he even looked up your zodiac sign after knowing your birth date. He doesn't mean it in a creepy way. In fact, it was his way to know how to get closer to you. Despite already having the skill to remember it all, he likes to write it down to make sure as well as for keepsake. Thanks to that, now he has a cheat sheet on how to make you smile.

—TASUKU TSUBAKINO would wear himself a nail polish color that reminds him of you. Or, moreover, your favorite color. He loved being stylish, and what better way to do it than having at least a part of you involved in it? He'd walk proudly in his heels that you got him as a gift, and was even more ecstatic if someone complimented them, proud that your taste in fashion was appreciated by others. He'd ask to trade manicures with you for a date, where the both of you choose a nail look for each other. But if you weren't into painting nails, he'll ask you to choose a look for him instead. On special or fancy occasions, he'd often wear your fav lip combo or makeup look, as he treasures your choices and views them as something precious and only to be used when necessary.

—TOMA HIRAGI would pull up to the function wearing either a Hello Kitty or Kuromi tee under his gakuran jacket. Was it his personal choice to do it? Clearly not. Was it his choice to willingly wear it for the sake of his beloved significant other? Very much so. After many attempts of pleading, he caved in and (begrudgingly) agreed to your whole ‘matching outfits’ idea. He ate a pill or two when he saw how he looked in the mirror. Then ate two more when he finally appeared in public, especially at how much Umemiya and the others teased him for it. It was embarrassing, but was it worth it? No questions needed. The beaming smile you immediately wore when seeing him agree to your shenanigans, was enough proof that it was all – undoubtedly – worth it.

—YAMATO ENDO would revel in the feeling of being the center of your attention as you placed stickers and colored in his tattoos or drew silly doodles along his body. He liked the feeling of flexing himself while having you express your inner artist onto him. He'd think of himself as your muse; the art and the artist. Once you were done, he'd be extremely careful with doing activities, afraid of your artwork smudging off at the slightest touch. Even during the shower, he makes sure not to wipe it with full pressure. He considered turning it into an actual tattoo, really. Because it would mean that he'd get to keep something of yours to be a part of him, eternally.

—CHIKA TAKIISHI would let you do his hair as you please. He was one to outright reject the idea of someone touching him, but you – you had the privilege to do as you please to him without him raising a finger to stop you. You had him wrapped around your delicate fingers, his head leaning into your touch as you smoothly ran your hands through his long locks of red that met its ends with yellow. When he saw that you did your hair the same way as his, a flicker of surprise reflected on his eyes. Though he tried to come off as indifferent, he was secretly pleased to acknowledge the fact that the both of you were matching. He'd spend the whole day with you while wearing those matching hairstyles, not caring about how others would think of him. All he could focus on was how ethereal you looked in your current look. In fact, he always thought you looked beautiful in any shape and form of physical aspects.

[churipu]

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫! 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

featuring. gojo satoru x reader

warnings. cursing

note. i thought of this when i saw a"rating celebrities i have met" video on tiktok, i imagined what gojo would be like as a celebrity — hence this fic. enjoy <;33 god i want to make actor! jujutsu kaisen a series so bad.

actor! gojo who first saw you during a fan meeting, and when you asked for a weird pose to do with him, he's immediately attached — like love at first sight?

actor gojo! who slips in his phone number when he was signing his picture that you asked him to sign, hoping that you, his very own fan would actually text him. because, he genuinely wants to get to know you better.

actor! gojo who receives a text from you during the night, and the first text he receives from you was a "is this a prank? if it's not, i'm going to roll on the ground and cry. if it is, i'm sorry you had to see this text." and he decided to play with you by saying it's a joke — but stopped when you actually believed in him.

actor! gojo who finds it funny that you still don't believe that the gojo satoru is texting you, so he decided to video call you to make you believe in him (you ended the call immediately and blocked his number for a bit after, only unblocking him when you got your head straight).

actor! gojo who eventually got to know you better, slipping in the time to video call you or voice call you during breaks in his busy schedule. sending you your cravings out of the blue, or even bouquets of your favorite flowers.

actor! gojo who will use his empty schedule to come and meet you — taking you out to eat or just spend the day in your home, or his apartment. even exhausted, he still wanted everything to work out with you, so he would do anything; even if most of the time, the both of you ended up napping together.

actor! gojo who sends selfies of himself or a short video of himself during his schedule so you could know what he was doing — pointing out the most unnecessary things in the video, like how he saw a cat (then taking a picture or video of the cat to send to you), or even telling you how he finished the shoot in a short amount of time, wanting you to be proud of him.

"hi! i just did a scene, and there was this really cute kitty — look, i named him tuxedo, 'cause his fur looks like a suit. isn't he cute? what do you think if i brought him home with me, i think you'd like him!" he said, panning the camera to the said cat, caressing its fur gently.

actor! gojo who checks his phone every time after a take in his shoot to see if you had replied to him, and when he sees your notification, he gets so motivated to do his shoot. and when you don't, he's pretty upset. he turns into a big baby and asks everyone in the set what it meant if someone replies late, he is so dramatic.

actor! gojo who if asked about his ideal type during interviews, mentions and describes your personality and looks. and everyone won't know that he was talking about you, he sees people talking about how specific his words are and speculates that he was seeing someone.

actor! gojo who trended on social media after that particular interview and the account who first speculated how specific his description is, and now the whole world is saying he has a secret lover or is dating backstreet.

actor! gojo who then receives a text from you asking about if he was seeing someone because of his trending name. and he decided to ask you out for good — telling you that it was you he was describing, and he would be glad if you'd go out with him.

[ you ] : you're trending omg

[ gojo satoru ] : i know :D

[ you ] : but now that i rewatched the video, it does seem like you're describing someone, who is it? 😏

[ gojo satoru ] : idk if you're nonchalant or you're just pretending not to know :/

[ you ] : ???

[ gojo satoru ] : it's you, silly. i'm describing you to the world, so now that i've said that — can i please be your boyfriend?

actor! gojo who immediately drives his way to your house when you said yes to him being your boyfriend; he had been holding back the urge to kiss you, holding you close, so when he's yours — he just has to have you close to him.

actor! gojo who was a little upset when you said you wanted to keep the relationship a secret from the world so his fans wouldn't be mad at him. but he accepted it, as long as you're comfortable.

actor! gojo who makes it clear to people on set, including his make up artist, and even director that he now has a partner; and that he's madly in love. everyone on set listens to him talk about you every single day, gojo is so lovestruck that he can't stop talking about you, telling people on set how great you are and how deeply in love he is with you.

actor! gojo who still slips in random selfies and videos of him during work so you won't overthink, he will tell you what he's about to do and with who even if you didn't ask — he didn't want to keep his partner waiting for him, he's communicative to what he's about to do so you won't worry.

actor! gojo who brings you out on a date to a fine dining restaurant one night and it turned out to be the gravest mistake ever when he finds his name trending the very next day, all for the wrong reasons.

actor! gojo who's first worry is you when he was trending. half of his "fans" were bashing the mysterious person (you) off, saying the most mean things ever, and half of his fans were happy that gojo was on a date with you, telling him how they're really happy that he's out on a date despite his busy schedule.

actor! gojo who makes sure you're alright first, telling you how you should never listen to whatever his "fans" are saying — because they're definitely not right, and they're just jealous. he tells you that he will resolve everything, so you don't have to worry about anything.

actor! gojo who clarifies, by quote retweeting a tweet that was meant to hate on you — clarifying that he's married to you (even if he's not), and that you're his partner. he EMPHASIZES on how he's not hesitating to sue anyone who delivered hate, and he's personally keeping track on the usernames of people who had made a hate towards you (he jots them down and screenshots them).

and most of these account decided to deactivate right after his open clarification. losers.

actor! gojo who then made a proper clarification by saying that he is indeed in a relationship with you and that you're his spouse (not yet), and he told the whole world how he won't hesitate to take legal actions to whoever decided to mess with him, his personal life, or you.

actor! gojo who was happy when most of his real fans supported both him and you, and tell you both how happy they are. he giggles and kicks his feet reading the comments about how you both are definitely going to last, and how you both will be the best couple ever. he screenshots them and make an album just for these comments, showing them to you to reassure you that everything was going to be fine. you were going to be fine. you both were going to be fine.

actor! gojo who was asked about you during interviews and he gets so happy and smiley that he gets to show you off in front of the camera, telling everyone how deep in love he is, and how you treat him like the best person in the world. the video went viral and people were so envious of you.

"oh, my spouse? best. person. ever. i met them during a fan meeting, yes. they were a fan of mine — i could say it was love at first sight, i look at them and i just knew i wanted to marry them."

people then began to believe that they have a chance with their own idols, most of them making this a meme, and they use gojo as one of those tiktok standards videos.

actor! gojo who still sends you selfies and videos after a long time of dating, never breaking the routine. even when he has a schedule out of the country — he still makes time for you, engaging in video calls and voice calls despite the time zones, sends you the sweetest voice mails when he can't do a call and brings you the best souvenirs ever.

actor! gojo who casually assumes that you both are married since the first time you both got caught — he bought you a ring, and just slips it on you, telling you that you're both now married. and you casually accepted, you both had your own moment, made the official marriage certificate without anyone knowing. and the next second, he just announces to the whole set who knew about his "clarification" that he's actually, for real, honestly, married to you. and he tells them his clarification wasn't just a lie to get out of the situation.

actor! gojo who posted your face for the first time in his social media after so long, and he trended again. this time, with you. the fans were so happy, he gets so happy when his fans compliments you — and he happily retweets and reposts every single thing they say about you. he's such a proud husband.

actor! gojo who mentions your name whenever he wins an award, once again telling the whole world how he wouldn't be able to make it until now without you by his side. and how he's so thankful that you're always there even during his toughest times. he has a habit of ending his award speech with a: "y/n l/n, you're the love of my life, i love you. mwah."

a fan of his made a compilation of his ending speech for you, and posted it on twitter, which of course, went viral.

actor! gojo who constantly posts you and writes about you on his social media with the cheesiest captions ever, and people were down for it. telling you how lucky you are to have a husband like him, and gojo always replies back by saying he was the lucky one.

actor! gojo who finds out you read fanfictions about him when you miss him, he pokes fun at you for it — but finds you really cute, then you both make it a routine to read fanfictions of him.

"oh, i would totally do that. how did they even come up with these? they're really good at this," gojo laughs, laying his chin on top of your shoulder as you scrolled your phone.

actor gojo! who gets so happy when you come to visit him on set, and gets so motivated because you were there real time to see him on the act. and spends his break with you, the crew on set gets so disgusted by him and posts about how gojo acts around you on social media — and the fans are finding it hilarious, they ask the crew for more information about gojo and you.

actor! gojo who definitely brings you to red carpet awards, wanting you to be there with him. asking the paparazzi to take many pictures of you so that he could save them, and they do. taking your pictures from different angles, posting them on social media so gojo could save them.

actor! gojo who refuses acts where he has to kiss another actor/ress, he didn't mind holding hands or hugging. but when it comes to locking his lips with another person who is not you — he won't do it. even when you tell him that it was fine since it was his job, gojo still refuses, and directors would go lengths as long as gojo will act for them, cutting out the kiss scenes and settling for something less intimate.

actor! gojo who sometimes get caught by paparazzi when he's on the way to visit you or when he's buying a gift for you. telling the paparazzi they shouldn't upload the pictures until a specific date when he's planning to surprise you, and the paparazzi agrees (sometimes), but when some of them uploaded the pictures right on the same day, he gets so upset that they ruined his surprise for you.

actor! gojo who protects you from shameless paparazzis, not hesitating to tell them off in front of the camera for you. because, let's all be real, most paparazzis could be a pain in the ass, they could be awful, and they could be really persistent.

"hey, back off from them. i'll fucking hurt you if you get closer, understand?" and these paparazzi will taunt him for it, but gojo could care less about them, he only cares about your safety.

"i'll ruin your fucking camera, y'piece of shit. don't you fucking dare touch my spouse, i'm serious." he mutters out, pushing away a man who had undoubtedly came rushing over, trying to get you out of the way so he could picture gojo.

actor! gojo who makes it clear that he won't tolerate people being hurting you at all. and he won't be afraid to take a risk to hurt them back for you.

actor! gojo who will sacrifice his job for you. because on camera and behind camera, all he thinks about is you.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[pervertwhore]

Saw you were taking requests and decided to drop on in! I’ve been really trying to push the “Leon loves goths” agenda and just wanted to see if you had an ideas for cute rookie!Leon having the hots for a goth. You can make it as sfw or nsfw as you want. I just can’t stop thinking about smothering him in black lipstick kiss marks ahh.

ROOKIE! LEON KENNEDY & GOTH CHICK

∿ warn . nsfw under cut, riding, tit sucking, leon calls you mommy!

this is a drabble! so the quality isn’t very good :(( vaguely proof read too so WAAA BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY! 3k words :33 when i tell you i CHEERED when i saw this in my inbox, i’m being so fr! i’m a proud goth so seeing the goth chick agenda being spread.. UGH! the dream don’t play. goth girl x leon is so real.. WRITING RULES | PINNED

when leon first saw you, he couldn’t look away. he really did try to tear away his gaze from you, but he physically couldn’t help but ogle at your outfit and overall disposition. he’s never seen someone with that sense of style you had outside of media — he vaguely knows what goths are, he’s seen goths displayed in movies and shows, like nancy downs in the craft, or late at night when mtv played the cure.

it was surprising to see you in raccoon city, with clothing that made it seem like you had just stepped out of a funeral and heavy eyeliner that made you resemble the dead.

in a midwestern small town, you don’t often see people with alternative fashion, and seeing you in full gothic attire was like finding a needle in a haystack.

it was almost funny how mundane setting was, leon had just stepped inside the local coffee shop near the police station to grab some coffee before his shift, and here you were, tucked away in the corner of the shop idly reading a book. he would’ve expected to see you at the local hot topic or the morgue, but no, you were just.. reading.

your nose was stuck inside a stephen king novel, carrie, leon thinks — he couldn’t make out the cover words as he stood by the cashier counter.

you were listening to music too, leon saw the cassette resting on the table and the headphones that covered your ears, he wondered what were you listening to. the cure? honestly, that’s the only gothic band he knows, he mainly focuses on listening to grunge, maybe the NSYNC when he needs a change of pace. would you hate that? frown down at him because he likes the occasional boy band? he hopes not.

leon was snapped out of his thoughts when the barista called out to him, “sir, can i help you?” she asked sweetly, tensing in surprise, leon looked back at the woman and cleared his throat. “oh, uh, yeah!” he said quickly.

after giving the barista his order, he paused, glancing back at you. you still read, blissfully unaware of his glances, “hey, does she come here often?” leon whispered as he turned to face the barista, subtly gesturing over to you. the barista raised her eyebrow as she looked over leon’s shoulders to you. “occasionally, but only at night.. some of my workers are convinced she’s like a vampire or something.” the woman laughed, mocking you as she looked back at leon. “what? is she scaring you, officer?” she teased, a small grin coming up to her lips.

leon shook his head, “no, no—“ he paused, “..what did she order?” he asked, realizing how stupid he might look.

the barista’s grin faltered, not expecting that response.

“uh.. vanilla coffee, why?” she questioned.

“can i add that to my order?” leon asked, he wanted to talk to you, and he wanted to seem as natural as possible to not seem like some creep.

the barista paused as she glanced back at you, “oh, yeah! yeah, of course, is that all?” she asked as she took her notepad out again. leon nodded his head, raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck, “uh..yeah, ma’am, thank you.” he said quietly, nodding his head at her once more to show his gratitude before he took out his wallet.

after paying, leon stood by the counter, stealing glances over at you. once the coffees were ready, leon perked up and took them, walking over to your table.

once he reached your table, leon cleared his throat, holding the two steaming cups of coffee as he thought about what to say.

“excuse me?” he called out, hoping to get your attention from the book without having to stand there awkwardly. he had one mission tonight: to get your number.

while you read, you noticed how a figure had come up to you by your peripheral vision. taking your attention away from your reading, you looked up to see who was bothering you. you weren’t expecting to lock eyes with a police officer, it was the last thing you expected. tensing, you were startled, why was there a police man looking down at you? you hadn’t been a disturbance to the shop.

furrowing your eyebrows, you put your book down and took off your headphones before pausing your cassette.

“can i help you?” you asked, distaste clear in your features.

leon just stared, baby blue eyes taking in how pretty your makeup was. it wasn’t full traditional gothic glam, yet the detail in your eyeliner and perfectly coated black lipstick was impressive. leon bit the inside of his cheek before he took in a deep breath and shifted, “uh,” what was he supposed to say? “sorry, i was watching you earlier—“ horrible start, leon! “— and i just think you’re pretty, i like your..makeup and clothes.” he stammered. god, get it together, kennedy!

you paused, the tension in your shoulders releasing, that’s not what you expected at all.

as someone with alternative fashion, you’ve had your fair share of problems with people of authority. the world seems to love assuming that you’re satanic and plan to burn down churches, you’re nothing more than a girl that enjoys indulging in gothic media. from songs, to books, to movies, and make up. it’s just who you are.

nonetheless, having a cop, out of all people, compliment you was endearing.

you eyed the chubby cheeked cop, noticing the two cups of coffee in his hands. he was cute, with those bright blue eyes and preppy look, “aw, thanks.” you began, a small smile curling on your lips.

“what are the two coffees for?” you mused, your eyebrows raising in interest as you looked at the cups.

leon pursed his lips and glanced away, damn, why was he was acting bashful? looking back at you quickly, he let out a breathless chuckle, “i got one for you,” he said, offering you the cup. “thought it could help break the ice.”

you reached out and took the cup off his hands, a small laugh leaving your lips, this guy was charming.

“it’s working,” you mused before putting the carton cup to your lips, you took a small sip, a hum of delight leaving your lips as the warm liquid touched your tongue. vanilla, your favorite. “how did you know i liked vanilla?” you questioned.

leon shifted, “lucky guess?” he said, deciding not to mention he asked the cashier.

squinting, you nodded before putting the cup down. “so.. what do you want officer?” you asked, wanting to know the motive behind his actions, leon moved his hand up to scratch behind his neck. “i was hoping to get your number?” he said, looking at you like a hopeful puppy.

“you want my number?”

“yeah, i wanna get to know you better.”

a small smirk curled on your lips, “alright, officer.” you said, reaching into your bag, you slipped out a pen before reached for the table napkins.

leon watched intently, you swore his eyes seemed to be sparkling.

“i don’t know your name.” you pointed out while scribbling your number down onto the napkin, leon straightened up, “oh, right.. leon kennedy.” he introduced himself, glancing over at his digital watch. leon mentally winced as he realized he was already late to work.

nodding, you finished writing your number before standing up. “alright, leon, i’ll wait for your call.” you hummed, glancing at him with a small smirk before grabbing your bag and coffee. handing him the napkin, you walked away, leaving him staring at you like a lost puppy.

you were so pretty and confident, an air of mystery followed you that made leon want more.

taking the napkin in his hand, he read it.

xxx-xxx-xxxx — call me ;)

just then he realized, he didn’t know your name.

your room was chilly, closer by nine inch nails playing in the background, the song was muffled and quiet, leon’s focus was completely on you.

his lips were pressed against yours, making out with you sloppily, a moan slipped past his lips as the two of you kissed. his hands were wrapped around your body while you straddled his lap. leon’s body was hot, you were taking the lead with this and he didn’t mind — your body pressed against his while your arms were wrapped around his neck.

the kiss was eager and messy, leon’s hands resting against your back as they clutched the back of your lacy black bra, shaky hands trying to work on taking off your bra.

once oxygen began to come between the two of you, you pulled back with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting your lips before you pulled back, your hands moving to cup his face as you looked down at him. panting, leon’s eyes locked with yours, your black lipstick smeared, coating his bruised lips.

a small smile curled on your lips before you aided him with unclasping your bra, quickly tossing it to the side, your tits perking in full display. “like ‘em?” you hummed, moving your hands to cup your breasts and push them up, leon’s eyes widened when he noticed two barbells adorning your perky nipples — your nipples were pierced and his cock was aching.

nodding like an idiot, leon shuddered, “y-yeah.” he confirmed, his hands moving to cup your breasts, greedy hands squeezing the mounds of fat, watching as the fat poked through the gaps between his fingers. he groped them like a hormonal teenage boy that’s never had a face full of tits before.

“they’re soft..” leon mumbled, squeezing and fondling.

letting out a huffing laugh, you plucked his greedy hands away from your perky tits and reached down to his pants, his denim jeans pressing tightly against his clothed cock.

shuddering, leon glanced down with wide eyes as your smaller hands palmed his cock.

a soft moan left leon’s lips, his hips twitching upward against your touch, eager for more. you moved your hand up to the zipper of his pants and expertly undid the button and zipper, leon wondered how many people you’ve been with before him. your movements were eager and precise, you had experience — it made leon’s heart tumble as he realized he didn’t match your level, yet a blossoming excitement filled his tummy.

you were going to make him putty in your hands and he was excited.

hooking your fingers on the elastic band of his pants and underwear, you tugged down the fabrics, a shaky gasp leaving leon’s lips as he felt his cock spring up from the restraints.

his throbbing cock stood proudly, the tip sticky with pre-cum while the tip blushed a rosy color.

your hand wrapped around his cock, giving him slow pumps before your gaze locked with his, “you have a pretty dick,” you mumbled, your lips curling up in a playful smile.

leon trembled, his hands moving back to clutch the black comforter of your bed. leon’s cheeks burned red as he looked down at your hand as you stroked his cock. looking up at you, he shuddered, “b-baby,“ he mumbled, “m’need you.” leon babbled.

“yeah, baby?” you mused, slipping your hand away from his cock to nestle yourself properly on his lap.

“you need me?” you repeated.

leon nodded his head, baby blue eyes lidded as he stared at you.

“s’much, please.”

you bit your bottom lip and hummed, moving to grasp his cock again before moving your hand down to your panties and pushing the fabric aside, quickly adjusting yourself above his aching cock, you lowered yourself, his tip kissing your folds.

leon was a pretty sight, he already looked fucked out and you haven’t even put his cock in, there was something about your boyfriend looking so shaky and needy under your touch that made your cunt throb. your pussy was wet and sticky, eager to feel him around your warm walls.

leon’s hands moved to your hips, his large hands squeezing the fat of your hips eagerly.

“c’mon, please, baby— please.” he pleaded, trying to roll his hips up to try and slip his cock inside your pussy.

“aw,” you smirked, tilting your head to the side, “relax, i’ve got you.” you teased, babying him.

in one swift movement, you slipped down onto his cock, a small moan of relief leaving your lips as your cunt sucked leon’s shaft eagerly. you’ve a handful of dicks inside you before, so it wasn’t uncomfortable, but leon’s body trembled.

feeling your warm walls hug his girth snugly made leon see stars.

he threw his head back as a choked moan left his lips, his eyes shutting tightly as he got accustomed to the feeling. holy shit.

panting, he squeezed your hips tightly, leaving crescent shaped marks on your skin as he dug his nails into your flesh.

“f-fuck—“ leon stammered, his eyes fluttering open and meeting your gaze. his breathing was shaky and you haven’t even moved yet — he really didn’t have much experience. leon has fucked before, he slept with his ex-girlfriend every now and then but her libido was low and leon was hormonal, the most solace he got was a hefty amount of lotion and his fist, but this? this was fucking brain altering.

slowly, you began to roll your hips again his, a soft breath leaving your lips as you felt his girthy cock push against your walls, savoring the feeling.

letting your hands rest against leon’s chest, you dug your black manicured nails against his pale skin. leon wasn’t shy about his pleasure, the moans leaving his lips were needy, whiny, and loud.

“like that?” you moaned, glancing down at him as your hips bounced against his, his cock slipping in and out of your pretty pussy, the tip pressing flush against your cervix, giving it kisses with each roll of your hips.

“y-yes,“ he gasped.

each roll of your hips felt like a surge of electricity slipping through leon’s veins, “s’good—“ he slurred, clenching his jaw as he let out a heavy breath. his grip on your hips remained tight and firm, his hips rolling up against your own, desperately trying to match your pace, but it was sloppy.

you let out a soft sigh, moving up to cup his face in your hands, leon’s gaze moved up to your face, big blue puppy dog eyes meeting yours.

smirking, you moved your chest to his face, moving his head against your plush tits.

getting the message, leon eagerly popped one of your pierced nipples into his mouth, his warm tongue pressing and flicking your bud like a baby. he moved his hands up to your waist, holding you close while he suckled eagerly.

shuddering, you let out a moan as leon sucked on your tits.

continuing to bounce on his fat cock, leon was seeing stars. being able to suck on your fat tits while your cunt actively sucked his cock back inside was making his brain fuzzy while a tight coil began to form inside his tummy.

he moaned against your skin, his balls beginning to tighten while his cock throbbed.

“gonna cum, m’gonna cum, mommy—“ he moaned, his cheek pressed against your tit while his saliva coated his skin.

he was too pussydrunk to realize he called you that, but you heard him. your eyebrows raised in surprise, “mommy?” you mused, a small smirk curling in your lips, “gonna cum for mommy?” you teased, moving your hand to the back of his head, your finger tangling between the locks of his hair. you pulled on his hair, pushing him away from your tits to look into his eyes.

leon nodded eagerly, his hips rolling against your hips.

“yes, mommy.” he gasped.

a small laugh left your lips before you let of of his hair and continued to bounce on his cock, “go ahead then, cum for mommy.” you babied, pressing your lips against his forehead, your black lipstick staining his skin.

leon moaned, his eyes rolling back as his lips parted, his lips were glossy with his saliva as his hands moved down to your hips. he gripped your body tightly as he began to maneuver you, guiding your hips against his as he fucked his hips upward.

his movements were sloppy, leon’s brain zeroing in on chasing his high.

the coil in his tummy began to tighten, he was desperate, forcing you up and down his cock like you were nothing but a pocket pussy.

you were surprised by the sudden change of pace, sometimes you forget that leon is much stronger than he seems. gasping, you felt your cunt get fucked with each thrust upward, your tits bouncing at the force while the sound of your pussy squelching around his cock got louder.

whimpering, leon bit his bottom lip harshly, he was right at his peak, and with one final thrust, he pulled you down onto his cock before his cum spurted out.

his tip nuzzled right against your battered cervix, his cum filling your pretty pussy up. thick, sticky, and milky.

leon’s back arched, his toes curling while his body trembled. he gasped and panted, a deep groan leaving his lips. he hasn’t cum that hard in forever, actually— he doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard, his head was swirling while his body shook with the aftershock of his climax.

you let out a small moan when leon slammed you down onto his cock, your breathing steadying as he filled your cunt up with his cum.

after a few seconds, you felt leon’s cock slowly getting soft inside you, but you didn’t make any attempts to move. “leon?” you mused, feeling leon nuzzle against your chest again.

“yeah?”

you hummed, slowly moving to roll your hips against his again, his body immediately tensing as his sensitive cock got rubbed against. he squeezed you and gasped out a choked breath, wanting to stop you, needing a break to get down from his high, but the words were stuck in his throat.

“you’re getting me a plan b later.” you moaned, smirking as you felt him tremble.

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[ladybirdswritings]

SWEET THING, DBF — joel miller x reader.

DESCRIPTION: your life is a storm—an overbearing father, a shitty boyfriend, and the ache of growing up. everything becomes more tangled when you find yourself drawn to your father’s best friend, joel. NOTES - no apocalypse! leave me all your thoughts and opinions. i love them <33 | next part

A03 | masterlist

sweet thing…

Your father did the best he could. You knew that very well. Charlie was a man respected and adored by his humble community. A hard working father turned single parent when your mom fell ill and god— you were his little flower. His sweet thing. His angel.

Flowers are fragile, though. Gentle, moldable petals and stiff, snappable stems.

It is why he kept you so close to him, so prized like painted porcelain just ready to crack.

It is why you were here. Here at Jackson’s golden hued dance with more powdered, jam-filled pastries and red, roasted meats then you could count on one hand. Here. Instead of the alternative option which was the party your boyfriend decided to attend without you.

You got the invite, sure, yet even as a legal adult— what daddy says? Goes. So long as you remain under his roof, at least. It was infuriating, though. The freedom of all your dear friends, the spontaneity. If only that could be you…

Your eyes drifted to the moustached sponge of all fun and joy in the world, wrapped in a flannel with bourbon in hand. Your dad was seated next to Joel, as he often was. His presence was a newfound thing for these recent years and though Joel would never say it, you had an inkling that he wanted to stand by his friend’s side after your mother… well.

You didn’t know Joel well. No, not at all. His visits were always the occasional dinner or drop in for fishing or some awfully manly thing. You knew well that your mother adored him, though— so that was enough to make him alright in your book.

Neighbor Betsy told you once that Joel had lost his wife and daughter too, and that maybe he was trying to keep your father from going through what he went through alone.

You only laughed at that.

Joel Miller was gruff and cold. Could he have such a warm heart beneath his sherpa coat?

You dazed out, the fingers snapping in front of your eyes made you blink back into the golden hues and roasted sausages on pointy little sticks.

“You alright, honeybee?” Your father asked, laying a heavy arm upon your shoulders. Joel was slower in his approach, eyeing you up and down with confusion and something else in his eyes.

“Peachy.” You only muttered, taking a sip of your freshly squeezed lemonade. Jackson’s finest.

“Oh come on now angel… now you know I can’t have you runnin’ off with that boyfriend of yours. I always told you he was trouble. Member’ when he ditched you down by Church Road during mosquito season? Well you were ripe as a red tomater and who had to pick you up?”

You were riper, redder now. Your cheeks an embarrassed hue not even on the color wheel, not even identifiable. You bowed your head, huffing out your frustrations before simply muttering: “you did, dad.”

He nodded proud, squeezing your shoulder. “That’s right, I did… what?”

Your eyes drifted up to see your father’s oldest friend with an odd kind of expression on his face. Brows pinched and raised, wrinkles plaguing his forehead deeper now.

Joel only cleared his throat, shifting on his boots and taking a sip of his bourbon in preparation. Then? He spoke.

“You ain’t lettin’ her be.” He gruffly offered, eyes set and sure. Your father only stilled for a moment, wondering if it was even Joel’s place to have an opinion… maybe it was.

“Why’s that?” He asked Joel, and the rough looking man only took another swig.

“Mm. We were both young once. We both made mistakes, y’gotta let her make her own— can’t hide her from em’. Just ain’t how it works.”

Poppies blossomed like springtime had finally begun in your eyes. Finally— someone understood. You didn’t expect him to be so… wise?

Your father only huffed, taking a long glance your way as he mused.

“Even if I wanted to loosen the leash tonight, Joel, I can’t. Maria needs me here to keep an eye on crazy old Arthur.”

Joel’s brows relaxed at that, a purpled hand running along the zipper of his flannel coat. His eyes were a chocolate kind of brown, dark and quietly encasing his thoughts within them.

He hummed, gaze drifting back to you.

You wanted to shrink. Perhaps it was because you were on the spot, perhaps it was because the way he stared would make anyone feel small.

It seemed like centuries before he cleared his throat again.

“I’ll take her.”

What?

You didn’t understand it, not one bit. Why was he kind enough to offer you an out here? Kind enough to test your father’s words.

Discomfort radiated through your father’s coat, tension molding its way into his already stiff bones. A long sigh, a glance back and forth as he truly considered. His expression was far too plagued with worry, and you knew well that it was now or never.

You had to slam down the last nail in the oak wood coffin.

“Please, daddy? I’ll check in every half hour, I promise.”

Tension eased, slightly but— still. Your eyes were doe-like and sweet, and he gazed into them for a moment far too long before allowing his arm to drop.

“Every fifteen minutes and you’ve got a deal. Miller, you make sure my daughter gets in and out of that bastard’s house safely.”

Joel only nodded once, jaw tense and expression stoic. Your grin was wider than a field of flowers, and you immediately wrapped your father in a hug. Your thank yous seemed endless, and it made him laugh.

When you parted, Joel had keys grasped in his rough hands. You realized for a moment that you had no idea why he was doing this. What did he owe you? Maybe it was pity. You were half an orphan, after all.

With a cautious glance, your eyes met his own. He nodded once as if to urge you closer, and you stumbled his way. Before you knew it? You were out the door, trailing behind him like his shadow.

Of all the people who cared enough to convince your father to let you go to this party tonight? Joel Miller was the last person you expected it to be…

¿to be continued?

[wish-i-were-heather]

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ⤵ JAMESON HAWTHORNE X AVERY GRAMBS

ABOUT: 1157 words

STORY: avery gets spoiled on mother's day by jameson and their daughter

WARNINGS: none!!

requested by anon <33

A/N: sorry to whoever requested this its actually embarrassing how long it took me to get to it, but i love jameson and avery as parents i may revisit this idea at some point!!

Jameson wasn’t an excellent cook. He wasn’t much of a cook, period. His whole life, he’d never really needed to learn to make food anyway, so he just never did. 

But on special occasions he wanted to try. And mother’s day was one of the most special occasions ever, in his eyes. A whole day dedicated to Avery. To the woman he loved, the mother of his child, his heiress. In fact, he didn’t think that a day was enough. It should’ve been mother’s week, mother’s month. 

But he could work with a day. 

It’s not like he didn’t already treat her like every day was her special day.

Every year, Jameson made a tradition out of making Avery breakfast in bed. And this was the first year that their daughter, Hannah, was finally able to assist him. A big girl, three years old now.

“Oh my- sweetie, that is way too many chocolate chips.”

Hannah was standing on the step stool in front of him, trying to add the chocolate chips to her mom’s pancakes. She somehow dumped almost a quarter of the bag into the small portion of batter.

“I know!” She giggled. She tried to add even more, but Jameson took the bag from her. “Chocolate makes me happy and I want mommy to be very happy!

“Well, with that much chocolate, I don’t think it’s possible for her to not be happy.” That made her grin even wider. 

Then, without warning, Jameson wrapped his arms around her from behind and picked her up. He spun her around, eliciting yet another chorus of giggles from her, and then carefully set her back down on the floor away from the counter. 

“Can I trust you to get a plate and fork out?” He asked. Hannah nodded hard, her face set like it was the most important task in the world. 

He sighed and turned back to the bowl that probably had more chocolate chips than anything else. It wasn’t… ideal, but it was adorable. Plus, he couldn’t be mad at her for trying. Hannah loved her mom as much as Jameson did, the kid only had good intentions. 

Soon, Jameson had managed to mix the batter enough to cook the pancakes, even if it was 60% chocolate. He continued, pouring it into the pan and began to cook the pancakes. He called Hannah back over to flip them, guiding the spatula in her small hands with his own. 

Once they were finished, she helped him slide them onto the plate that she’d gotten out earlier. Jameson then set down the spatula and turned to his daughter with a proud smile. He scooper her up into his arms and gave her a hug.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he said, squeezing her gently.

Hannah’s small arms wrapped around his neck as it transitioned from a hug to him holding her. She tilted her head curiously. “Why do you always hug me and mommy so much?”

He laughed at her adorable question. “That’s because I love you both so much, and I want you to know that.” 

And it wasn’t a lie, not even close to one. Jameson Hawthorne loved his girls more than anything.

His girls. 

His world.

Hannah’s face lit up in understanding and she hugged him tighter. “I love you too, Daddy!”

Jameson chuckled again, setting her back down and ruffling her hair softly. 

“I know you do. Now come on, we need to surprise your mommy.”

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The morning sunlight was peeking in through the curtains of their bedroom when the two made it back into the room. Hannah was still giggling in excitement, holding the plate carefully with both hands. Jameson followed, keeping an eye on her as she walked. 

But he had to freeze when he saw Avery.

She was laying in bed, just as peacefully as she had been when he’d left. The way her brown hair was splayed out across the pillow, looking perfect as an angel’s. The way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks as she slept. The way she still had a soft smile on her lips as she rested. Everything about her was just so perfect. 

Sometimes it was hard for Jameson to comprehend that Avery was real. Not only real, but his. Of all the men in the world, she’d chosen him. 

Not everyone was lucky enough to fall in love with a goddess and have her love them back. 

“Daddy,” Hannah whisper-yelled, tugging at the leg of his pants. “You’re not moving.”

He shook his head. “Right, right. I’m sorry, Hannah. Let’s go.”

Jameson stepped ahead and up to Avery’s side. Oh so softly, he placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger a moment before stepping back and watching as her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, heiress. Happy Mother’s Day.”

Avery sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. “What is-”

“We made you pancakes, mommy!” Hannah bounced over to where her parents were standing and placed the plate in Avery’s lap. “I helped Daddy. I put in the chocolate.”

Her eyes widened at the surprise. Plus, the energy of a three year old girl was definitely a lot to wake up to. But after a split-second of pause, Avery smiled.

“This looks amazing, Hannah. Thank you.”

Hannah returned the smile, impossible wider this time, and climbed onto the bed next to her. And before her mother could give another response, she wrapped her arms around her in a sideways hug. 

“I love you, mommy.”

Avery’s heart melted. “I love you too, princess.” 

“Princess?” Jameson asked, sitting on the other side of their daughter, sandwiching her between them. “Do I get to be the king?”

“Yes!” Hannah answered before Avery could. “Daddy is the king and Mommy is the queen and I’m the princess! And then I need a brother so he can be the prince.”

“Oh, you want a brother, huh?” Avery asked, beginning to eat the breakfast they’d worked so hard to make her. Hannah nodded.

“Mhm. A baby brother. Because I’m the best sister in the world.”

“You’re not a sister yet,” she told her. 

“Yet?” Jameson grinned. “So you do want to give her a sibling.”

Avery rolled her eyes affectionately. “We can try one day.”

“Oh, we can most certainly try.” He leaned over and gave Avery another peck on the cheek as she ate. Somehow, she was able to soldier through the alarming number of chocolate chips. 

Hannah pouted. “Do I get a kiss too, daddy?” 

“Yes, princess, yes you do.”

He then leaned down and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. 

Hannah then sighed contently, leaning against her mother as she watched her eat. Jameson watched them both with a smile on his face. 

The two people he loved most in the world, cuddled up right next to him. He couldn’t think of anything better.

Well, except giving Hannah a brother. 

That’d be fun.

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[justcallmesakira]

hihihihi AUGH i love ur work sm?!! omg if u can fyodor with a younger sister (she has the same level of intelligence of him and works in the doa and his organaization) who is dating dazai? :) I know there are some but i need crack and suggestive!!1

ty and er bye good luck take ur time!

"Fyodor with a sister dating Dazai''

Sypnosis: Your rat brother is anything but happy about the fact that you are dating his only enemy on earth! Good luck on surviving!!!

Genre: crack, suggestive at the end

Warnings: bombing, terrorizz, , mentions of maniupulative behaviour, mentions of verlaine, roblox radgoll, loads of simping words, me being down bad, making out (lol), your mom

A/N: my reqs are currently closed but ehhhh who cares lol also THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE HONESTLY- pls enjoy and reblog i tried my best--- *dies of mental ilness*

How bro-

JUST HOW DID U DO THAT W/O HIM BLASTING DAZAIS INTERNAL ORGANS? 🤯🤯🤯

No bcs fyodor did not even plan to let u meet dazai but ofcourse bcs of the dead apple tower and stuff and since then he had completly fallen inlove with you whether you are dostoevskys sister or not

He prob asked u to do a waltz with him in the mukokukokurokito or whatver the phuck that towers name was when you entered the castle with your brother

Fyodor WAS NOT happy because he saw the flirty glint in dazais eyes when u came

If looks cold kill-.. (KILL ME, RUSSIAN ZADD😍😍---)

And all you went was giggles and flirting back

Fyodor is prob gonna get his own medicine bcs they two are so like each other??? but he still couldnt believe how you with such high intelligence could fall for him???

(fyodor take your anemic medication first)

Dazai obv had some skeptics after you but like the manwhore he is and prob slept with the entierty of yokohama! ofc hes gonna court you as if you might not just use him!!!

Very (not) normal behaviour indeed!!

HELP YOU KNOW THAT ONE INDIAN RIZZLER VS. UWU CAT??? HES LITERLY THAT BUT

Dazai: "I fucked your sister she be screaming high pitch😈" fyodor: "What did you say, you little child i will crush your skull 😡😡😡should have known when i smile, I also play cello, i can be anything Уву"

that was UWU in russian btw-

But in all serious he will try maniupultaing you or gaslighting you into leaving dazai, he cant leave his only family to a man he does not trust! fyodor doesnt even trust himself-

fyodors gonna act a bit more colder then usual bcs of the fact HIS sister is dating someone and that someone is his enemy

Honeslty you go up to say chuuya whos like "why do i get deja vu-" *flashback to verlaine* you: "First time?"

But ofc since you are also extremely smart you somehow convinced him (after playing roblox radgoll with him for 8 hours) to let you atleast join date with dazai

I bet you rizzed up dazai by "He said his favourite colour was blue, so i blew him up😍💣"

*insert proud brother noises*

He speaks in russian or any slavic language whenever you three are in a gathering to mostly embarress dazai

I have seen some hcs on dazai being a collarbone biter so if you were off shoulder shirts and fyodor sees them by chance hes going to glare at you as if you are covered in mud :33

"Sister,,,what. is. that." *nasty side eye to the love bite on your neck*

Dazai 100% one time randomly pulled you into the alley and started aggresively making out with you with his hands literly sprawling all over your body like hes daddy long legs or sth-

Bcs HE KNEW that fyodor had cctv set in that part of the city and fyodor would be raging at the fact that the sluttiest man is touching his precious sister like that

bros gonna forgot abt human rights- oh wait hes russian

IF HE EVER CATCHES YOU TWO THO--

Like making out on some bed or sth hes actually no LIKE ACTUALLY GOING TO throw a whole ass cabinet at dazai with a face full of nothing but malice-

"How dare, an inhuman animal like you touch my very sister" "BRO CHILL I AM YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW--"

And your just trying to stop your brother from commiting murder even though that his hobby ^^

fyodor finally forgot he had anemia bcs now all his focus was to give dazai the most painful death know to the medieval period\

Good luck on stoping your brother from poking a fork in your lovers eye in family dinners!!

A/N: guys ik i am doing the valentines req pls be patient i am trying my best!! i have a relly bad mental health rn so yeahhh-

Divider crds!: @cafekitsune

tags! @silverbladexyz @biscuits-lovely-corner @riiwrites @heartsfourdazai @tojifile @atsquie @atlasnessie @chuuyasboner @yosanosboner @ruanais @darling--angst

[deathbxnny]

Can you write something about the stellar on hunters with a so who’s a herrscher?

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A/N: Hello! Thank you for the request! I wasn't too sure at first how to incorporate the Herrscher part in the hsr world at first, but I hope I did well!<33 Also what Herrscher the s/o is, is up to the reader!

Characters featured: Kafka, Blade and Silver Wolf

Content: Fluff, some very vague, but not really important Honkai lore mentions if some hi3 characters(?), Herrscher s/o

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not really proofread, so sorry for any mistakes!<3))

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☆《Stellaron Hunters with a Herrscher S/O!》☆

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》Kafka

Kafka is very intrigued by your abilities, or rather the power you hold. She wants to know absolutely everything about your abilities and your origin. Your strength is one of the many things she loves about you.

She's glad, that she doesn't need to worry about keeping you safe and is in fact flattered, when you protect her instead. She likes to nearly brag about your power to others in teasing words, knowing that she's unstoppable at your side.

She does her best in help you out too, depending on what type of Herrscher you are. If it's a Seele type of situation, then she makes sure to also bond with your Herrscher counterpart. If you're more like Welt and have your Herrscher abilities completely under control, then she'll make sure that you become stronger.

Either way, she loves your strength and how much it benefits the Organisation. Especially since you get their work done faster and in turn make more free time for her to spend with you. You also keep enemies away, which is always a plus.

As long as she is close to you, she feels powerful as well and that makes her happy.

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》Blade

He was at first unimpressed by your abilities, seeing as he thought he was quite strong already. But once he saw you out there on the battlefield, destroying waves of enemies with minimal effort and flaunting your powers... well, his opinion on your abilities changed. Yet he never voiced it out loud, being too prideful and stubborn to ever admit it. Not that you needed to hear it, with the way he eyes you everytime you show off your power.

Blade still tries to protect you at all times, even if you can do it on your own just fine. He will also probably get a little salty, if you protect him all the time instead, though he doesn't mind it all too much. Not with the way that it secretly warms his supposedly "cold and dead" heart.

Depending on what your Herrscher type is, he will act differently with your powers. If you have a Herrscher counterpart that's tormenting you from the inside, then he may become hostile towards it. If not, then he'll treat it just like he treats you.

If your in full control of your Herrscher abilities, then he'll take that as an invitation to cause as much havoc and chaos as possible. It makes him proud to see the destructive force of your abilities and know, that you are his. Only his.

All in all pretty impressed by it deep down, even more so if you enjoy the art of battle as much as he does. Protect his back and he'll protect yours.

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》Silver Wolf

She doesn't really care much, that you're a Herrscher. Don't get her wrong, she finds it impressive and is quite proud to have an s/o like you. But other than that, she doesn't make a big fuss out of it.

She feels more at ease knowing that you're watching her back, whilst she hacks into facilities and such. It makes her more relaxed and focused, her eyes always glancing at you here and there to reassure herself that you are still there with her. Not that she has to worry anyways, when you can easily handle enemies with a single wave of a hand.

Likes it, when you tell her about your abilities or Herrscher existence, whilst she works. Is surprisingly still able to remember every detail you tell her, even if she seems like she isn't listening or she doesn't care. But she promises that she does.

If you have a Herrscher counterpart that's tormenting you, she'll do her best to make it co-operate with her own means. If it's friendly however, then she'll make sure to treat it with equal respect to you.

Is basically proud to have you as her lover, but doesn't make a big deal out of your abilities. With or without your powers, she'd still love you the exact same.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! I haven't played Honkai in a very long time, so I hope, this isn't too bad.

(Requests are always appreciated!<33)

[ivyluvsyouu]

okay, this is the first request i've ever done on tumblr. (horrified)

could i request some yelan, ei, shenhe, (& i'm not sure if you are currently taking hsr, but) hanya and natasha? with a shy and quiet fem! reader, who's also much shorter than them.

i have two ideas, just in case the first one isn't something you'd write for.

they discover that reader would really like to become a mother with them, but hasn't brought it up because she knows it's impossible. maybe they see her journal left open, or maybe she accidentally left a tab open on her computer.

they plan an adorable picnic for reader. they sent her out of the house so they could prepare everything, or maybe they did it overnight. (maybe fem! reader has been sad lately, so they do this to cheer her up, and it works) they get a nice and plushy picnic blanket, a cute basket adorned in lace, and adorable sandwiches and snacks and fruits, accompanied with some wine?

you totally don't have to do either, but it'd make my day !! <33

𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒏𝒊𝒄<𝟑

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏, 𝑬𝒊, 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆, 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂

𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏

You had gotten hurt on a commission recently; you were going to be okay, but your injury had left you bedridden for a while and you were going to be bedridden for a few more weeks at least and your girlfriend Yelan felt awful for you. She wanted to do something for you. One day when Yelan was out doing some commissions she saw a young couple having a picnic outside and she got the idea to have a little picnic at home with you since you couldn't get out of bed. She picked up some wine and some food in Liyue and she made sure to get some of your favorite dishes and she brought the food home. "I'm home dear!" She said as she came into your shared bedroom.

She had a basket in her hand and a blanket in the other. She sat next to you in bed and placed the blanket over you. She set the plates and food up. You were confused about what she was doing. "Yelan, what are you doing?" you asked curiously. "I felt bad we haven't been able to do anything together recently, so I wanted to set up a picnic in bed" She explained pouring you a glass of wine. You smiled and laid on her shoulder as she got everything set up. It didn't take long for her to get it set up and once she did you raised your head from her shoulder, and she smiles at you "Alright, dear everything's ready we can eat now"

𝑬𝒊

Ei noticed you had been extremely stressed out recently with work. Ei wanted to do something for you, but she wasn't sure what. She asked Miko what she should do and Miko suggested a picnic. Ei went home that day, and she spent all night preparing things for the picnic while you were asleep. She made sure to follow the recipes very carefully while she made the good since she's not good at cooking. They weren't perfect but she was proud of how they came out. You woke up that next morning to your girlfriend finishing setting things up.

"Morning, Ei" you said rubbing your eyes as you walk into the kitchen. She smiles and turns around "Morning, love come on I have something planned for us" she said softly. You nodded and got ready, and she took you to a secluded area in Inazuma. She set up all the food she had prepared for you and her. The sun was still rising so the both of you had a beautiful view of the sunrise while you ate. You laid on her shoulder as you both watched the sunrise and ate the food she had prepared. "I love you, Ei" you said in-between bites of your food. "I love you too, more than anything"

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆

Your girlfriend didn't know much about relationships and how to comfort people. So, when she noticed that you had been feeling down recently, she had no idea what to do or how to help. She ended up asking Xianyun for help. "My girlfriend has been really down recently, and I want to do something special to make her feel better..."

Xianyun gave her the idea to make some food and take her on a picnic. Shenhe doesn't know much about the food you eat either since she grew up in the mountains, so Xianyun shared some recipes with her as well. You were out on some commissions, so she had all day to finish making the food. You got home around sunset, and she had just finished preparing everything. "Y/n, perfect timing come with me" she said gently taking your hand and grabbing the picnic basket. And right back out the door you went. She took you to a private spot in Liyue and she set everything up. "Is this what a normal picnic looks like?" she asks as she finishes setting everything up. You laugh slightly and nod "Yes, Shenhe you did a great job"

𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂

She had been quite busy with her work recently and she hadn't had a lot of time for you, and she felt terrible about it, so she wanted to plan something special for you. She got the idea to take you on a picnic so she picked a day when she knew you wouldn't be home. You were out with some of your friends that day so as soon as you kissed her goodbye and left, she got to work.

She spent all day making food for you and her so she could take you on a picnic later that evening. She finished about an hour or so before you got home so when you got home, she immediately went to greet you at the door. "Welcome home, love come with me I have a surprise for you" she said. She grabbed the picnic basket and led you to an area that was private and where the two of you would be uninterrupted "I know I've been busy recently and I hope this makes up for everything"

𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂

Your birthday was coming up and your girlfriend wanted to plan something special for you. She asked a few of your friends what they thought she should do, and she came up with the idea to set up a picnic for you. One morning she woke up extra early so she could set everything up and it didn't take her long to get everything set up it took her about three or so hours, you hadn't even woken up yet.

When you woke up and walked into the kitchen, she greeted you with a hug and a kiss. "Happy birthday, Dear! I have something planned for us, come on let's go" she said happily. You quickly got ready, and she took you to a cliff nearby where you could have a view of everything as you two eat. "I hope you like it, love" she said as she finished setting everything up. "I love it, Natasha thank you"

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕!

[lightasthesun]

Dialogue Prompts (Taylor's Version)

1♪ “You are the best thing that's ever been mine.”

2♪ “I will never leave you alone.”

3♪ “I'm captivated by you, like a fireworks show.”

4♪ “How's life? Tell me how's your family?”

5♪ “I'm sorry for that night.”

6♪ “Run away now.”

7♪ “Run as fast as you can.”

8♪ “They are the lucky ones.”

9♪ “Have we met?”

10♪ “Who do you love?”

11♪ “Remember this moment?”

12♪ “Remember this feeling.”

13♪ “Life makes love look hard.”

14♪ “I love you. I loved you from the very first day.”

15♪ “Meet me tonight.”

16♪ “You are not the exception.”

17♪ “I can't stop thinking about you and I.”

18♪ “I'm setting you free.”

19♪ “It's gonna be alright.”

20♪ “It's in the past.”

21♪ “Heaven can't help me now.”

22♪ “No one has to know what we do.”

23♪ “Are you insane?”

24♪ “It's been a long six months.”

25♪ “You're my best friend.”

26♪ “It might blow up in your pretty face.”

27♪ “Come here.”

28♪ “I said 'I love you', you say nothing back.”

29♪ “I knew it all along.”

30♪ “How'd we end up on the floor anyway?”

31♪ “She's laughing up at us from hell.”

32♪ “I don't remember.”

33♪ “The end is coming.”

34♪ “You should be doing more.”

35♪ “You have to trust more freely.”

35♪ “Love is a lie.”

36♪ “It's time now, let go.”

37♪ “This is it. I've had enough.”

38♪ “I swear I'm gonna change.”

39♪ “I still love you.”

40♪ “It's been you all along.”

41♪ “I need you.”

42♪ “Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change.”

43♪ “I'm sorry, too.”

44♪ “Don't get attached.”

45♪ “Everybody knows that.”

46♪ “Why?!”

47♪ “Go out and have some fun.”

48♪ “Why did you let her go?”

49♪ “It's not just a phase I'm in.”

50♪ “Believe in one thing, I won't go away.”

51♪ “I'll wait for you.”

52♪ “Do you know how much I miss you.”

53♪ “All's well that ends well.”

54♪ “Fuck the Patriarchy.”

55♪ “It's supposed to be fun turning 21.”

56♪ “I keep waiting for you but you never come.”

57♪ “I don't know what to think.”

58♪ “You look beautiful tonight.”

59♪ “Forever and always.”

60♪ “I'm in love with you.”

61♪ “There's nothing you can say.”

62♪ “Too late.”

63♪ “Did you ever think of me?”

64♪ “We're still friends.”

65♪ “Take my hand.”

66♪ “I think he did it.”

67♪ “They all want to be you.”

68♪ “What's a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge and you were too polite to leave me?”

69♪ “Dancing is a dangerous game.”

70♪ “I survived.”

71♪ “What a sad sight.”

72♪ “Yes.”

73♪ “Who knows what could've been.”

74♪ “Are you sure?”

75♪ “This is me trying.”

76♪ “Fuck you forever.”

77♪ “Sir, I think he's bleeding out.”

78♪ “Doc, I think she's crashing out.”

79♪ “Get in, let's drive.”

80♪ “I'd die for you in secret.”

81♪ “Give me a reason.”

82♪ “Im fine.”

83♪ “I love you (ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?)”

84♪ “Where we gonna go?”

85♪ “I rent a place on Cornelia Street.”

86♪ “I don't know.”

87♪ “I'd die for you.”

88♪ “Damn, it's 7am.”

89♪ “Are you ready for it?”

90♪ “Don't thrown away a good thing.”

91♪ “You're gorgeous.”

92♪ “Go, go, go!”

93♪ “That's a lie.”

94♪ “Does he know?”

95♪ “Get your shit together.”

96♪ “Nothing is gonna change.”

97♪ “You made us proud.”

98♪ “Don't leave me here alone.”

99♪ “I know you don't.”

100♪ “We always walked a very thin line.”

[daynascullys]

Hey - it's your secret admirer! Hope you're having a wonderful day :)

I know you've finally watched the entire series... hooray! What are some of the gifsets you've made that make you REALLY happy (or perhaps some you haven't made yet, but are VERY excited about?)

this ask is how I found out I have 14 pages of x-files gifs that I've made on this blog in like... 6 months 😂 okay sorry I'm gonna choose a whole bunch because that's a lot of sets and I'm a bad decision maker 🙃

I will say I'm SOOOO excited for my valentine's set, it's going to be paired with the fic I'm working on and it's inspired by a set one of my friends made (I asked her to explain how she did it), so I'm excited to begin working on that! I'm also going to be making my Get to Know Me set for Scully soon (that I'll post on her birthday, like I did for Mulder's).

hmm. I'm going to shout out the very first set I ever made for x-files (aka the point of no return). My playlist sets are always some of my favorites. txf ily #8 is one of my absolute favorite moments. I also love #33 because it makes me laugh, and the parallel for #63 makes me want to rip my hair out. #74 had me squealing (and I spent a long time trying to decide what parts to gif/the captions because it was soooo fucking long). The cut-in of Scully's face in this set always makes me laugh even though I know I made it lol and I always love when I can add commentary to sets.

For creative sets, I was really happy with how my Get to Know Me set for the show turned out. I think it encapsulates the point of that series, actually, a chance for me to play around artistically with making gifsets. I'm still really proud of this one and love that I would never have thought to use those lyrics otherwise. The Scully/Maggie set is special for many reasons — it was difficult personally and creatively but I was happy with how it turned out, and that song ended up being very high on my wrapped because of how much I listen to it now. I was also really happy with how both of my secret santa sets turned out <3

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Hiveswap/Homestuck

Character: Stelsa Sezyat

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic Pale Relationship

Type of fic: Holiday themed oneshot?? :33

Sure! I'm not too proud of how this one or the Roxy one I'm posting soon came out, but I tried!

Trollian Holiday

Yandere! Moirail! Stelsa Sezyat Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Pale/Moirail ♦️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-neutral Darling, Human/Troll pairing, Implied kidnapping, Forced moirallegiance, Forced companionship, Forced affection, Slight manipulation.

“SORRY DARLING I HAD TO MAKE SURE I HAD SOME TIME TO SET ASIDE SOME GIFTS FOR YOU SINCE I HEARD YOU HUMANS DO RITUALS SIMILAR TO US AND IT MAY GET YOUR SPIRITS UP” Stelsa practically yells towards you before placing down some boxes in front of you on a table.

You stare dumbfounded at the mountain of strangely wrapped boxes containing unknown items. You hesitantly look at the busy troll. She gives you a quick smile before checking over each box. You shrink in on yourself… you still aren't used to any of this.

You've been quite thankful of Stelsa's company as of late. She's been one of the more welcoming trolls to a human like you on Alternia. She even gave you shelter from the acid rain.

Although… you don't seem to understand the intentions she has towards you. After what feels like days, maybe weeks, Stelsa started calling you a specific title. You don't understand why she calls you her “Moirail”... but it seems like an affectionate term?

She never allows you outside, which may actually be a good thing. Although… you can't help but think of home. You aren't used to all this alien technology and culture.

You appreciate the loud teal blood's company, yet you find her behavior unusual. She's always busy, her “Matesprit” occasionally visits, and Stelsa seems very coddling to you. You try your best to get used to it.

Unfortunately you continue to find yourself feeling like a prisoner… not just in this “Hive”... but on Alternia as a whole.

“I WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT YOU LIKE SINCE HUMANS ARE QUITE ALIEN TO ME BUT I HAD ZIZI HELP ME OUT A BIT SINCE I'M SO BUSY” Stelsa rambles before placing a box on your lap. “BUT IT WAS THE LEAST I COULD DO FOR MY DEAREST MOIRAIL AND IT EVEN KEPT ME BUSY SO WHY DON'T YOU OPEN THE GIFTS”

You hesitantly open the box and look through the contents. You really don't want to do any of this. You have a hard time figuring out what the gift is due to its alien nature and place it down on the table.

Stelsa continues to watch you with an eager smile, quickly pushing another box into your lap. You try to tell her you don't really feel in the mood to do this. Stelsa only gives you a frown before trying to encourage you.

“IT'S OKAY MOIRAIL I GOT THESE ALL FOR YOU TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER YOU DESERVE TO ENJOY YOURSELF” Stelsa continues, sitting beside you to help you open the gifts.

Even if you wanted to refuse and just be alone, Stelsa wouldn't allow it. You continue to open the gifts under Stelsa's watchful eyes. One by one you unbox alien objects that you still can't figure out.

Despite this Stelsa seems very happy to watch you. She has a constant smile on her face with a fond expression. It's like she's just happy to see you opening the gifts… regardless of if they actually make you happy.

It's the thought that counts, right?

“They're all very… lovely.” You manage to say, Stelsa looking rather excited. “I just wish I knew what half of them did.”

“OH WHEN I HAVE THE TIME I CAN SHOW YOU BUT FOR NOW I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU FELT ANY BETTER AT MY HIVE NOW SURELY IT'S MORE COMFORTABLE THAN OUTSIDE IN THE HARSH CLIMATE I MEAN JUST LOOK AT YOUR SKIN YOU WOULDN'T LAST” Stelsa rambles again, gesturing to your skin with a frown.

“I guess so… I just miss home.” You find yourself sighing. Stelsa appears disappointed and a bit irritated at the response. Nothing she does appears to make her new Moirail happy… all they ever want to do is go home.

She doesn't want you to leave her.

You feel yourself pulled into a harsh hug against Stelsa. She's incredibly strong despite how she looks, making you quickly feel locked in. You panic momentarily but then feel Stelsa lightly touch your face.

She makes a soft shooshing sound towards you while doing the action. Supposedly this is meant to calm you down. Unfortunately you don't feel all that calmer.

“HONESTLY DARLING IT IS SO MUCH SAFER HERE” Stelsa says in the middle of calming you, her voice a bit softer. “I PROMISE YOU CAN BE HAPPY HERE AS MY MOIRAIL ONCE YOU'RE USED TO IT”

You aren't sure how long Stelsa tries to calm you. She appears to busy herself with “shoosh papping” you and rambling about trollian holiday traditions. To you it all just sounds loud.

You want to get out of her arms but can't. The tealblood refuses to let you go and doesn't spare any strength. You start to wonder if saying you want to go home hurt her.

You stay silent and allow her to get lost in comforting you with her strange alien affection.

You just hope she ends up leaving to do something else soon.

[chestersbraincell]

teehee I'm sending you an ask about the OurSwap au :3

this has been on my mind but how do you think frisk would interact with some of the other cast lmao like what would the others think of this random kid just kinda being there and kinda vibing lmao.

Depends on the cast but, roughly, more or less

Iggy: unfortunately wouldn’t have the chance to interact(bc he’s in Undertale as simultaneously as Frisk is in ow)

Genzou: already mentioned in a post ill try to link it idk

Gidget: I think would actually go swimmimgly. Like the scenario would go by so much more smoothly and less traumatically purely because Iggy’s just not there to set Gidget off. There’s still like, going to be anger and denial but I think the very fact that Frisk themselves in enby would help Gidget come to their realisation faster :)

Orlam: I’m the most unsure about/would make the least impact. I think it would thwart his attempts to harm Genzou atleast a little because. Well as much as a little kooky Orlam becomes under the Wonderland’s influence I don’t think he would torture/kill a kid?? Or maybe he would, I can’t be sure since he is implied to be eating the villagers from the town near his castle, and we don’t know whether that includes the children too(though id like to think it doesnt). Best case scenario I can think of is him trying to simply offer Frisk a luxurious place to stay kinda like how he did with Iggy, but in this case it would be more just to get them away from+to forget Genzou so that he can torture and kill him in peace. The reason I came up with this idea is mostly because it would be like a twisted mirror of how Toriel tries to offer Frisk an idealistic place to stay aswell, also being (former) royalty

Bucks: be it pre or post Arc 5 transformation, I’m relatively sure Frisk could handle it? I mean ofc they would eventually because the power to reset and keep trying until things work but, they already dealt with Asgore who was pretty similar. Then again, Asgore didn’t actually want to kill them and moreso felt obligated to so things could be different in that aspect. As I mentioned in another post, Frisk being a kid would either work in their favour(making Bucks hesitate because 1. Literally a kid and 2. Already guilty from killing her own) or detriment(it is HIGHLY suggested in ow that Bucks’ anger issues get triggered by children, though perhaps since Frisk is often presented as a quiet sort of kid this would help their situation)

Jerry(Arc 5, atleast): knowing what is shown in-game, I think he’d be just a lil abrasive but I think his paternal side would win out on the account of Frisk being a kid. It would probably remind him of when the rest of the ow cast were kids on their first time in wonderland. Frisk would probably first be icked out hearing his name(undertale reference, if ykyk), but upon finding out he is literally a anthropomorphic fluffy bunny they would be DELIGHTED, because like, that’s how alot of the monsters in undertale look(like anthropomorphised animals), especially Toriel and Asgore who they consider adoptive parents so yeah :33 With him being similar to a royal guard I think that Frisk would have a very similar relationship to him as they do with like a mix of Undyne and Papyrus

Hunar: doesn’t appear in Wonderland so…probably for the best, actually. I think Frisk might remind him of Saydie :<

Cecil: ill be so honest idek. He doesn’t seem like the type to like children, but I dont think he HATES them. (Projecting lmao) I think he’s the type to try to be nice to kids while internally screaming because he just gets a little irked out and annoyed by them. I think he’d be like a weird mix of proud, glad, relieved but maybe just a lil jealous/befuddled that a literal kid got through to Gidget about their identity issues before he did lmao

[nosnet]

What Dying Did

by J. D. Dennis

Time Period:  2012

Perspective:  Leigh O’Connor

Rating:  PG-13

Content Warnings: Salubri history lesson, blood, cops

Word Count: 5,272

Comments: Written during our Heist campaign; heist group in Seattle got blown up and then sired; I needed my PC Leigh to actually get the low down on the whole Salubri thing, so I wrote it.

Leigh looked at the card in his hand, and he wasn’t sure what to do if he called it. 

It was dark. He knew, inexplicably, that it was 4:33 in the morning, in the way he always seemed to be able to gauge the passing of seconds without thinking about it. The sky was lit with the faint blue of a dawn still several hours away, the twilight hours of the morning upon him, and he knew he didn’t exactly have a lot of time before the sun rose and he… died, again, somehow. Deacon was informative, but not exactly verbose, and there was a decent bit left to the imagination. He should have been cold, standing outside of his boss’s safe house in nothing but a short sleeve shirt and shorts, but he wasn’t, and it was a weird sensation. Even as the opportunistic morning dew took to his legs, he didn’t feel a chill at all. He didn’t really feel… anything, to be fair. Not warmth or cold; nothing but the bitter aftertaste of biting the inside of your cheek in his mouth and the strange sensation of settled liquid in his veins as he stood around, unmoving, for a long moment. His forehead hurt, a touch, not much, but enough to feel, which was… something. Better than the bleak nothingness of his new existence, anyway. It was probably best he called, before he ran out of time and found out what it really meant to see the sun rise. 

He didn’t take long to dial the number, his fingers still flexible even with the lack of warmth. He’d expected rigor mortis to have set in, considering he didn’t have a pulse, but his hands were anything but stiff. He reflexively felt somewhat bad for a moment as he dialed, his brain registering that it was four in the morning and most sane people would have been asleep, before it processed that he was a vampire now, and vampires stayed up all night, and likely the number in question also belonged to a vampire who was probably off to bed in a few hours but definitely not currently asleep. Vampires kept the evening hours rather than the daylight ones, so that would reasonably mean that it was, what, the equivalent of eight in the evening? He made a face, because his brain had said the word Vampire enough times for it to feel like it had lost all meaning, which was the least useful thing it could have done. 

He didn’t wait for a hello as soon as the other end picked up, because the momentum had him figuring out how to deal with this on the fly and killing that would have meant he’d have nothing to say at all. 

“You and I need to have a talk.” He said, brusquely, because it was the truth and also likely the reason he even got the number in the first place. “There’s a coffee shop on [Seattle Road] that’s open all night. Meet me there in fifteen.” He could hear the shuffle on the other end of the line that indicated that there was, in fact, someone on the other end and that they were, in fact, listening, so without waiting for a confirmation, he simply hung up. He needed to be careful with his phone, because even if he had erased all indication of a crime - the gas leak was a good one, honestly, and he was kind of proud of that - they could have been watching his phone all the same and he needed to make sure he couldn’t be traced. Besides, it meant he didn’t have to say anything else. He’d taken the plunge, requested to meet, and that was all he had in him right then. 

It took him fifteen minutes to walk to the shop himself, and he spent most of that avoiding cars and trying very hard to look inside himself, or at least think of things to ask. Maybe, he thought, if he could just do some serious soul searching, he could figure out that he, too, had something he could do, like turning into a jaguar, that was cool as hell. Barring that, he had to at least think of what to ask, because the concepts he was seeking were nebulous and infirm and hard to put into real ass words. 

He didn’t know who he was looking for, but it was four in the morning in a twenty four hour coffee shop, so he knew his options would be limited. When he got there, however, he found they were very limited - there was one other person in the shop besides the poor, tired barista behind the counter. The other patron had white hair, braided down her shoulders, and fair skin, with a tattoo of a moon on her forehead. Leigh realized, looking at the tattoo, that he should maybe think of doing something similar to hide the strange cut on his head, since it didn’t seem like it was just going to go away. He paused, hesitating in the doorway, but she looked up, and her blue eyes met his, and it was clear he had no other options and he couldn’t back out anymore. He shuffled in, ordering a coffee - black, strong, he needed it like that - before sitting down across the table from her. She looked at him like he was a student about to ask a very stupid question of his professor, and he tried not to feel sick. She felt like a vampire - pale, listless, bored, and twenty seconds from just ending him if he said the wrong thing. 

“Name’s Elizabeth Byrnes. You have questions, I imagine.” She finally said, and something in Leigh stirred, because she was Irish, of all things. Her lilting accent gave him such comfort in a way he couldn’t describe. There was a solidarity in their shared heritage that had him relaxing a bit, like he knew he could intrinsically trust her due to her accent, that they had the same base genes even if being a vampire had changed that. She didn’t relax with him, looking bored, maybe more forced into this than she was comfortable. “Can’t answer much here, but we can move if we need.”

“Aye, uh.” Leigh sipped his too hot coffee to stall and found the taste was… lacking. This was weird, as the coffee was strong and black and hot, but it didn’t seem to hurt when it clearly burned the roof of his mouth, and the taste was covered by this sensation of eating ash and dust that came with it. He could still taste the coffee, underneath it all, but it was strange. He pulled back, staring at it for a moment, the woman sitting across from him still looking at him, now more… patiently amused than bored. “Guess, first, why me?” 

“Yer Irish.” Elizabeth shrugged. “Deacon gave us all a rundown of who was who before he turned in those favors. Can’t let an Irishman like meself get fucked up by someone else’s blood, can I?” She gave the other a knowing look, sipping her coffee slowly, smiling around the lip of the mug. “That, ‘n yer a nurse. Always found m’self drawn t’those that do right by others.” She leaned back in her chair, casting a wary glance around the room, like she needed to keep an eye out for something. “Gonna say it honest, I think we’re at the point where we wanna head back t’someplace safe. Not much else that’s safe t’say out in the open.” 

“That’s fair.” Leigh stood, glad he got his coffee to go so he didn’t have to steal a mug. Elizabeth stood with him, slightly shorter in height but stocky around the shoulders, leaving her coffee behind. She was strong, clearly, and not just superficially. “My place is only a short walk from here. We can retreat there.” 

“It safe?” She questioned, heading for the door. Leigh followed, breaking out into the cold evening, expecting to feel the chill and still somehow surprised he didn’t. 

“It’s… my house.” Leigh made a face, because he’d never been required to qualify the safety of his house before. It was in a safe neighborhood, plenty of locks, security cameras…. It was pretty safe. He robbed banks - he’d be an idiot, and in jail, if it wasn’t. “Long as we leave the lights off and don’t cause a ruckus we should be alight.” He nodded, like this was the safest place and way to go about this, and she nodded, because she had no reason to doubt him. They walked in silence, side by side but without touching. She didn’t do much other than watch straight ahead, clearly thinking, and he did his best to not stare at her, at the inhuman way she looked, the way she didn’t breathe, didn’t really blink, the lack of color to her face. He buried himself in bitter coffee and ash until they got to his place, and only then did he abandon his cup to unlock the door. 

Inside was dark, and he didn’t turn on any lights, heading instead to his bedroom. He always had blackout curtains - he worked a lot of night shifts anyway - so it seemed adequate for sleep, and the rest of the house could follow suit quickly. He made sure his laptop was safe, and off, before heading back into the main room to find Elizabeth had quietly set herself on one of his sofas, alone in the dark of the house, still quiet. He didn’t say anything, sitting across from her, curling up on the other sofa like maybe he could bring warmth back into his hands and legs by doing so. He didn’t. 

“So.” Elizabeth started, softly, trying to get the conversation back on track. “Questions, better answered in the quiet. Figure Deacon went over the usual nonsense - drink blood, no sunlight, all that. He’s always been good on the short term small stuff, but the nuances tend to escape him.” She chuckled, like this was a funny quirk of a character and not the vital flaw that lacking in information usually was. Leigh nodded, trying to form questions in his head, but finding that nothing in particular came to mind. He could see the book of her life laid out in front of him, and he wanted to know too much to fit into a single question. 

“Deacon said we were a rare breed. Why?” Leigh asked, finally. “What breed is that? What does that mean?” He asked them all at once, and Elizabeth cast a look at Leigh that was full of, oddly enough, pity. She looked sad, and sorry, like what she was about to say would change his life forever, in more ways than just being hungry for blood would ever do. 

“I, and now you, are of Clan Salubri.” Elizabeth started, and the sorrow in her voice said much more than words could ever. The tale of Clan Salubri was one rife with sadness and misfortune, and Leigh could tell that from her tone alone. “There’s plenty ‘a Clans that feed off the blood, ‘course, but we’re… not oft made.” She grimaced. “I’m gonna tell y’a story, and you’re not gonna like it. It’s gonna make yer life all the more complicated.” She let that linger for a second, her speech slow and methodical - she clearly spoke with enough Americans that she learned to slow down so they could follow her accent. 

“Liz, I died. My life is plenty complicated now as is. More isn’t gonna do me in.” Leigh chuckled, but there was still something to her face, the pity there, that scared him. He had no idea how much more complicated it could get, but something said the answer was a lot. 

“Don’t call me Liz.” There was fire there, just a moment, the bite of anger, and then it faded as Elizabeth continued, breathing out unnecessarily. “The story goes like this. Every Clan’s a descendant ‘a Cain, right? He had a couple childer, then those folks had a couple childer, ‘n those are what we call Antediluvians. They’re the Kindred that formed all the Clans.” She paused, letting him take that in. Deacon had said as much, more or less, but it was nice to hear all the same. “Our Antediluvian was a bloke named Salot, thus us taking the name Salubri.” She gestured with her hands, and it was clear she was starting to move into a different headspace, like the room in which she sat didn’t exist. That there was only her, and her story.

“We’re different than most Kindred, figure you can feel that in yer veins. Our Clan got a bit blessed, if that’s the right term at all, ‘n we got the power to heal. Salot was a nice man, for a Kindred. When y’get old, the only thing that really satisfies yer soul is the Blood, so fer being a man obsessed with blood, we lucked out. Heard he did th’impossible and shook the need fer blood, but havin’ never met the man m’self, I can’t say fer sure. Either way, we’re a compassionate lot, usually, ‘n that means the curse we carry from Cain is that we can’t take vitae, the blood, from those unwilling without a sheer force ‘a will from us. He made a clan ‘a Kindred that inherently don’t wanna hurt people.” She paused, casting her eyes at the floor, and for a moment she was filled with such hatred that Leigh could taste it in the air. He shivered involuntarily. 

“Then along came this fella Tremere.” She spat the name Tremere like she was trying to curse him and his entire family name with her words. “Salot was unconscious in a way that one can’t be woken from, as far as I heard.” She spoke with a bitter edge, like she was there, or almost, like this was close to her soul. “Or, at least without some intervention, anyway. Either way, there’s an act Kindred can perform that isn’t just wrong by the standards of the Camarilla, but that stains yer very soul.” She looked up at Leigh, finally, and there was something deep and terrified in her eyes, mentioning this act. Terror and sorrow and hatred mingled into some unknowable emotion in her face. “S’called diablerie. A kindred can drink of another’s vitae, and in doing so, consume their entire soul. Tremere was a bastard of a mage who wanted Kindred immortality for himself, so he and a few of his people stormed Salot’s tomb where he slept, and Tremere diablerized him.” She paused there, looking a bit sick to her stomach. 

“Oh shite.” Leigh had to fill the space and vocalize his emotions, because this was a hell of a thing to have dropped on him. She nodded, but there was something in her face that said this wasn’t the worst of it. 

“That’s not the bad part.” Elizabeth said as much, softly. She pulled her knees up to herself, mimicking Leigh’s position. “After, ‘course Tremere was in trouble. Most Kindred don’t like the idea of someone just sort of seizing power like that, ‘specially with the diablerie involved. But he, the absolute bastard, spun a yarn that the Cami’s ate right up - that we, the Salubri, were the monsters in this story.” She hissed out the words, and that, of all things, hit Leigh hard. “He told them we were soul suckers, that our kindness was our way of eating people’s souls and that he saved them from a terror. They ate that up, and the next thing we know, Clan Salubri is gettin’ hunted from here t’Kingdom come, and Clan Tremere is sittin’ pretty at the right hand of the Cami circles.”

“That’s why we’re rare.” Leigh added, understanding. She nodded, soberly, sadly, looking down at her knees. “They killed us.” 

“They’re killin’ us. It ain’t just in the past, though the worst o’ it was. They took th’chance to rid the world of a monster without first checking to see who th’monster was.” She confirmed. “The Tremere still run shite, so I’d do my best t’stay away from them if I were you. Either they’ll know who you are based on yer eye and probably try t’kill ya, or you’ll lose your shite trying to converse with them like they’re normal people. It’s not easy standin’ in the same room as a monster like them without takin’ their head, and they never do shite alone so the fight would be hardly worth it. They still do magic ‘n everythin’, and the two o’us don’t have th’kinda power to do them in. Some of us do, though - they turned t’the Sabbat, took their Warrior blood and turned the healin’ we could do into pain. Useful as shite for killin’ Tremere, but not somethin’ we’re gonna get natural like. They’re known as Furies, and it’s an apt name.” Elizabeth seemed like she wanted to, or could, cry, but nothing came out of her. 

The shock had settled into Leigh in the same way, and while his body felt stiff and sharp like he wanted to cry, he couldn’t figure out how. “They may not have the right idea about the blood,” Elizabeth continued, “but some of us gotta be angry about this whole mess, especially since the Tremere won’t back down from their genocidal high horse, and without Fury we’re just weak.” Elizabeth shook her head, rubbing her nose. “If y’ever wanna get angry, I know a lass who’ll teach ya th’discipline, but that’s on you. I sired you ‘cause I could see someone who’d use the blood like we’re supposed to, t’help, not hurt.” 

“But I don’t know how.” Leigh admitted, softly, his throat thick with unshed tears. “You want me to help, but I don’t know how any of this works. I managed to see a couple colors and I watched a man get poisoned, but I can’t figure out how I did. Aoatoa’s turnin’ into cats and here I am, barely able to see with the shite.” He looked at his hands, uncalloused and clean, almost neurotically so. Elizabeth stood, moving over to sit next to him on the other sofa, taking his hands in hers. Her hands were frigid, but soft, lightly callused over. She used them for work in a way he didn’t. 

“The blood’s yer willin’ servant now.” She said, and she looked him in the eyes, and there was something so old about her gaze. Old and tired and sad. “You just gotta want it. Ask it t’cry, and you’ll cry. Ask it t’warm yer hands, and it’ll warm ‘um. It don’t flow without yer direction, but it’ll flow all the same if y’just ask.” She squeezed his hands, and Leigh hesitated a moment. Asking the blood was not something he was used to, being a logical man trained in the medical sciences - blood wasn’t supposed to move on command - but eventually, he conceded, focusing hard. He thought to himself, just move, and something inside him stirred, like a beast awakening from a long nap. After a moment, he felt his hands warm, stark in contrast to her cold ones. He opened his eyes, surprised. “There y’go.” She smiled, letting go of his hands, leaning back on the sofa. “Easy.” 

“What else can I do?” Leigh asked, pressing his warm hands to his cold face. It felt weird, but good. “‘N what’s this on me head?” He gestured to the cut there, still red and raw. Elizabeth bit her lip to contain her grin, before she swept the bangs away from the tattoo on her forehead. Then, suddenly, the tattoo shifted, the space in the middle opening up to reveal that it was an eyelid, and hidden by the lines of the tattoo was an eye, right in the center of the crescent moon. 

“The eye takes a bit t’be an eye.” She shrugged, blinking at him with all three eyes. It, too, was blue, and stared at him oddly. It made Leigh a bit uncomfortable, honestly. No wonder other vampires went after the Salubri for made up crimes - their countenance was not the most comfortable, and Leigh knew a lot about what people did when they were faced with things they didn’t understand. It was good, and also kind of sad, to know vampires weren’t different. 

“Salot was a seer, and the eye is part of the blood. The things we can do well include what’s called Fortitude, which is using the blood to resist damage, like a gunshot; Auspex, which is seeing things with the mind as much as with th’eyes; and the Clan’s gift, Obeah. The version the Furies use is Valoren, but we don’t get that.” She named the three things they could do and counted them on her fingers. “You already used Auspex t’see auras. You can get enough to communicate with yer mind if y’wanna practice in it. Fortitude’s a right good thing t’learn, as it makes it even hard fer even fire t’touch ya.” She flexed a bit with a sad chuckle. It seemed her existence was marked by a bit of sadness, and Leigh suddenly understood. He understood why he was chosen, why she was drawn to him, why he was destined to be one of the Salubri. His life, too, was marked by sadness - not specifically his, though he had plenty of it, but generalized sadness. They were the ones destined to feel their own pain as well as feel for other’s pain without being asked - destined to burden themselves with other’s worries and safety. He nodded, watching her with a new appreciation. 

“Obeah, however, is the Good half of the trademark of Salot’s blood.” Elizabeth shifted, drawing a knife from her boot. It shined a bright silver in the lack of light in the room, and for a moment, Leigh was scared. She held it like she was planning on stabbing someone with it. “The main gift is healing, but the only way t’show y’how is, well, this.” She swept her arm out, plunging the knife deep into Leigh’s chest with a deft flick of the wrist. It hurt, oh god did it hurt, and Leigh found himself gasping for a breath he didn’t need. He exhaled, and the pain lingered, but he wasn’t… dead. It just hurt like a bitch. He looked down at the knife in his chest, clearly stabbing into his heart, and the shock of not being dead needed a second to settle. Elizabeth waited patiently while it did. 

“If that were even a pencil, y’d be out fer a bit, so best stay away from wood t’the heart, but that knife ain’t shite for stabbing so yer fine.” She reached out, plucking the knife from his chest like she was pulling a flower off its stem. He felt a twinge of pain, and the wound started to bleed, sluggishly and dark. “Now, gonna show y’how Obeah works, then we’re gonna do the same in reverse.” She reached out, pressing both her hands to his chest. Her hands leeched cold into his chest, like pressing ice to the wound, and then her eyes all began to glow. They turned bright white, and her hands were hot, but hot like ice on bare skin, and her hair began to grow dark at the roots. It looked like her white hair was drinking up water from a tainted pool, and after a moment, she moved her hands, and the wound was gone. The hole in his shirt remained, slightly blood stained, but the wound was gone. Her hair stayed dark, even as the third eye closed. 

“That’s handy.” Was all Leigh could think to say, looking between the place where he’d just been stabbed a moment ago and the darkness in the other’s hair and the exhaustion on her face. This kind of healing was a medical miracle that he was having a hard time wrapping his head around, but not in a bad way. Elizabeth, for her part, smiled, tired eyed, with a shrug. 

“Y’ask the blood to heal, and it does, though it’s not without effort.” She chuckled, bringing the knife up and licking the blood off the blade. “Now, yer a nurse, yeah?” She asked, and Leigh nodded. “Right, then you’ll be apt prepared for this, but remember - use the blood, not yer knowledge. Kindred don’t respond well to triage.” She grinned, winked, and proceeded to plunge the dagger into her own chest. 

The panic response that welled up in Leigh’s throat was uncalled for and unneeded, but it overwhelmed him anyway. He’d had a lot of dreams like this during medical school, watching someone, usually a friend, take their own life in front of him, needing him to call on his medical knowledge, but in the nightmares he found he never knew enough to save them. It was a response to how god damn grueling medical school was, and faded after he graduated, but not entirely. He felt his breath hitch in panic and he watched her wince around the knife for a moment and realized she was… fine, if in pain. His medical training kicked in, then, and he slipped closer, calm now, eyeing the wound with a trained eye. He paused, remembering her words, and after carefully removing the knife - he didn’t yank it, he didn’t want to cause her more pain - he pressed his hands to the wound. This time, asking the blood to heal seemed more innate and happened easier, and he could tell it was working. The slit on his forehead opened some and started to glow, though no eye was visible beneath the skin.

His hands started to go dark, though, which was a weird thing. 

He pulled back, the wound now gone, to see his hands were stained dark at the finger tips. It looked like he’d dipped his hands in a barrel of oil, the darkness over his fingers a thin sheen discoloring his nails and fingertips, dripping up his fingers. It seemed to be much like how her hair did, except it was his hands growing dark instead. Elizabeth hissed, making a face as she looked to his hands, before letting out a swear. 

“Figure this isn’t normal?” Leigh asked of her outburst, trying to shake the darkness off his hands. She shook her head no, making a face like she’d messed up. 

“No,” She groaned. “Fuck. I got a bit of a curse from an old bit of shite with me sire and her girlfriend. It’s what stains m’hair. Obeah takes what ails, ‘n it shows up as a physical taint. Didn’t realize it was bound in th’blood like that, though.” She sighed, looking apologetic at the predicament. “It’ll go away after a bit, but I’d wear gloves all the same. Unless y’wanna look like yer nails are constantly dirty.” 

“Gross.” Leigh made a face, trying to wipe the stain off on his shirt. It didn’t work. He groaned, because of course his life needed to be harder than entirely necessary, before pausing slightly at a sound. Elizabeth sat up suddenly as well, both of them hearing it - the use of Auspex was instant, instinctive, the blood reacting with him for once and not just at his whim, amplifying the sound - the sound of footsteps on the grass outside, headed to a large side window. Leigh quickly ducked, pulling himself under his sofa, and Elizabeth did the same. 

A bright light flashed over the furniture. Leigh winced, the light too much for his eyes, making him hurt like he’d been hungover for days, but it didn’t linger. It swept over the room, and then it was gone, and the footsteps carried the person away from the house. It was just a check in, the police doing one last look, likely, even though they no longer had warrant or authority to do anything about it. Leigh stayed under the sofa until he was sure he heard the police car leaving, before rolling back out from under the furniture. It was blissfully dark, still. Elizabeth grumbled, a little awkward as she was a bit thicker than Leigh was and the sofa was a tad short for her to hide under. 

“I didn’t know lights fucked you up like that. Yet one more thing Deacon missed.” Leigh grumbled, helping Elizabeth out from under the sofa. She looked at him in confusion, brushing herself off. 

“That’s just you, mate.” She said with a shrug. “Sure, can’t look at daylight fer shite, but flashlights aren’t anything. Sometimes the blood does weird things, though. Takes disease and makes it somethin’ else. Equivalent exchange and all that.” She held up her hands, because she wasn’t pretending to know. Leigh made a note to find himself some decent sunglasses and one of those things that hold them onto the head before he got blinded on a run or something. He sighed, the conversation finally dying down now, both of them healed, if a bit hungry. It was 5:30, which was much later than intended. 

“We should probably sleep. You can stay here if you want.” He gestured to his room, indicating she could sleep in there with him, and Elizabeth gave him a look. 

“I’m gay, before y’get any ideas.” She indicated, though she headed towards the room al the same. Leigh followed, grabbing a towel on the way, shaking his head at her. 

“Well, I’m bi, but you’re not my type.” He indicated, incredulous, like her mentioning the idea of them sleeping together was gross. She grinned, shaking her head, like she was right to pick him of all people. He sighed at her expression, stifling a smile before stuffing the towel under the door so no light leaked through. The windows were already blacked out, and there was no other source of light to leak in, so they were safe. “But I don’t think you’ll get anywhere before sun up, so this is what we got.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Elizabeth grumbled. She stripped - there was far more to her than Leigh ever really wanted to see, honestly, but it wasn’t something he hadn’t ever seen - before crawling into bed, curling up under the covers. “You don’t tell a soul I slept in the same bed as a man, or my ex will jet down here on a rampage.” She said the words only kind of like a threat, and Leigh rolled his eyes, changing into pajamas. 

“Your ex?” He questioned, buttoning his pajamas before brushing his hair. He felt suddenly tired, like the blood simply refused to move anymore, like the dog he was walking just sat down suddenly and didn’t want to walk anymore. He yawned reflexively. 

“A Fury.” Elizabeth explained, as Leigh crawled into the bed next to her. “She’s the definition of furious most of th’time. We’re… complicated. Best to keep on her good side.” Elizabeth also yawned, reflexively. Leigh settled into bed, feeling heavy, and for the first time in a long time, feeling really and truly tired. It was a strange feeling, but not unwelcome. “Though you’re her kin now, more or less, so she might go easy on you.” Elizabeth chuckled, and Leigh had only one thought as he slipped into sleep. 

If this is what dying did for him, he’d be okay with that. 

[yunarim]

May I request a one shot for Kalim inspired in "fool" by red velvet? Thank you so much <33

「 — why are my cheeks all pink? fool, fool! 」

♡ tags : gn reader, fluff (like an extremely sweet fluff :D), basically kalim and reader being fools in love ^^ ♡ song : fool — red velvet ♡ 1.1k words

Jamil is smart. He knew from the very beginning that Kalim’s genuine hospitality wasn’t something new and exceptional towards you only. The way you tenderly smiled at him and how you two sung fairy tale songs together wasn’t concerning, too. Well, he got two little clueless sunshines colliding together in one room, that was troublesome but he only worried of you two exposing your sunny selves to a cruel dark world, maybe that was it. 

When Jamil finally started catching on to something sweet and especially vivacious was when Kalim put a hand on his chest when you left Scarabia dorm after agreeing on helping Kalim with his homework. 

“Should I call a doctor?” The vice dorm leader threw a quick glance at Kalim, who was too preoccupied with observing his heart beat and seeming stupidly dumbstruck. 

“Oh?” Kalim reminded Jamil of an unfixable phone application with how perplexed he looked, not to mention the dorm leader’s got a habit of downloading all the trash apps he saw during intrusive ads. “Oh, a doctor. No need! I’m okay!”

You suddenly came back, a rosy cheeks of yours still hot and bright after running back here, and your smile… Ugh, were you actually some kind of an extraterrestrial heavenly dulcet being and he wasn’t aware of your divine origin? 

“I completely forgot to mention I’m free tomorrow too! Text me if you want to hang out. Well then, see you!”

A delicate giggle escaped your lips curved in a soft smile, and you dissolved somewhere in Scarabia corridors, leaving Kalim smiling like an idiot and sliding down the wall. Jamil, now truly agitated, rushed over to his master and was ready to do anything to calm him down, but Kalim just pressed his hands to his obviously red cheeks and tittered. 

“Call a doctor, Jamil,” Jamil took his phone out of his pocket. “Something’s wrong in my heart.”

“What exactly? I’ll try to describe it briefly to the doctor.”

“It’s beating so fast after skipping a bit a few seconds ago.”

Oh. Oh.

At this point Jamil facepalmed, realizing Kalim didn't need a doctor but called for one nevertheless. Just in case. 

His therapy would be watching some cringe soap operas and maybe a message from you. Most definitely a message from you though.

Kalim tossed on his bed and tried falling asleep with his eyes wide open. He did a whole research on whether it was even possible for human beings to fall asleep with a mind full of thoughts of someone. There was no way he could throw himself into the arms of Morpheus when your smile was the only thing remaining in his brain.

He was ready to write a doctoral thesis regarding you messing up his heart. Not just Jamil, but all the teachers in this college would be extremely proud of him actually studying at least something. What was the difference between ramifications of magical currents in his blood and the reason sparkles in your eyes shone brilliantly whenever you saw him? Both of those were complicated and enchanting.

Notification sound, a bird's chirping one he set just for your messages only, filled his room. He jolted, screaming out of pure joy, but was quick to tightly press his palm to his mouth so Jamil wouldn’t hear him. He felt foolish by behaving like that, it wasn’t even 11 pm to be so alarmed! And yet here he was, some incoherent mess escaping his lips. 

“Good night, Kalim!! See you tomorrow!” “Oh, I already said it today…” “Then see you tomorrow and the day after!”

He felt like something would go wrong because of how extremely gentle you were. No, no way. Not after a kitten sticker you sent to him. 

Ah, really there definitely was something happening with his heart! Moreover, was it spreading so much he got his stomach tangled and all fluttering all the times he saw you waving to him in a cafeteria full of students? 

He realized he hadn't replied when he just stared at your profile pic for an unholy amount of time. A colorful floral kaleidoscope entangled you in a fabulous dance in a meadow, gently embraced by the sunrays.

Ah really, Kalim couldn’t sleep. You were the sunshine itself. His heart was beating so unbelievably fast he almost thought it was surreal. 

Would your hands be as warm as your lips curled in a heartwarming smile if he took them in his?

He felt his legs turning into jello and ready to dance at the very same time. You just entered Scarabia, and he felt as if melting. By the way, was the sun shining especially bright today?  

“Bet you haven’t had a picnic during the magic carpet ride. Well, you gotta try one now!”

He pinched his cheeks, giggling and ignoring Jamil’s “The hell you’re doing??” gaze full of viperous bewilderment. Ah, really, what a fool he was for wishing you could just touch him at least for a mere second. He fell into his imagination where it’s him who is on your profile pic with you, dancing in the meadow. 

No, no, that was a fascinating dream he longed for, and he should return to the real world where you were questioning his behavior and whispering to Jamil if everything was okay. 

It definitely wasn’t, given Kalim felt like a fool and somehow liked the feeling. That lingering, surprisingly gentle sensation overlapping his other thoughts and leaving a room for your smile only.

“Have a safe trip,” Jamil waved to you two as you took off and genuinely wished Kalim’s heartbeat would survive such a tough test.

He spent all night imagining how phantasmagoria of different emotions would fill him up, almost breaking, but he found himself absolutely light and a little bit giddy instead. Colorful fireworks exploding in his chest whenever you switched your gaze from the evening scenery intermingling with the warm shades of a gentle sunset embracing the city to him, smiling to you as if he was under some sort of sorcery. 

Sevens, he just wanted to give a certain name to the feelings blossoming in his heart, making him all cheerful, his emotions flamboyant and light. 

If it wasn’t a disease, then what exactly?..

“You’ve got an ice cream on your face,” you chuckled, drawing your hand to his chin and pressing a finger on his warm skin. “Here.”

Oh. Oh Sevens.

Why were his cheeks so pink? Fool, how foolish! Kalim laughed, causing you to blink in an incomprehension. 

He got this. Such a bright tender feeling, as if sunrays embracing him every time you looked straing into his ruby eyes. He finally realized what it was called!

“Oh, how foolish of me, hehe!”

It was such a dream, having you beside him when a lovely captivating sunset was unfolding underneath, and a gentle evening breeze caressing your features, making you even more charming than you already were.

But you’re strange too. You kept smiling when you looked at him.

Just like him, fool in love.

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[circa98s]

‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ › MUN: good afternoon, my dears! i'm k ( she/her, est, 21+ ), the writer behind han mila & shin eunbi. milas blog serves as my main, while eunbis is a side, so you'll most likely see me interact from this one more frequently ooc! if you'd like to plot over on discord, i'm happy to give that out upon request! ♡

‧ ₊ ˚ ✧ › MUSE: and now, meet han mila— 25 years old, a city girl who planted her roots in yuseong bay only 4 months ago, so she's a new resident. utilizing her marketing degree ( wow, fancy ), she currently works as a visual merchandiser at eclectique 33. you can find her wip stats page here!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay? mila has only begun planting roots for herself in yuseong about four months ago ( so, essentially, at the very beginning of this year ).

what does an average day look like for your muse & where can they usually be found? the busiest of bees, mila can be seen fluttering around eclectique, as well as it's general vicinity, the majority of time— at least, during the day / general work hours. as mornings wind down into evenings and the sun begins to set, the blonde often takes refugee at the 88&bar, nursing cocktails of her choice as a way of keeping her frazzled thoughts at bay ( when i tell you this city girl is still trying to adjust to rural living amidst having her hallmark movie moment . . . pls help her ).

how does your muse feel about hanhwa resort? having no real frame of reference for what mild negativities a resort like hanhwa could be bringing to the local space and its primary inhabitants whose daily lives are now continuously altered, mila herself doesn't see the harm with how much attention it seems to be garnering. honestly, the urban crowds that filter in and out are a welcome familiarity.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay? for the time being, mila has no real idea what she's looking for just yet— coming to yuseong had been a random, but conscious, choice, one made with the intention of being somewhere different. for now, four months in and still aspiring to find some sense of rthym for herself ( as hard as that'd currently been ), the thought of wanting to leave has yet to cross her mind.

list your muse’s three favorite songs. healing — fletcher. walking home — mac ayres. naked girl — iyla.

describe your muse’s wardrobe. flirty, girly, pastels. a soft romantic at heart, that aspect of her personality translates one for one in terms of her fashion.

what is a color, word, and emoji that you feel describes your muse? baby pink, ambitious, 🎀.

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse. likes — floral perfumes, early mornings, staying busy. dislikes — creative ruts, the stench of fish, root regrowth.

three positive and negative traits for your muse. positives — sweet, upbeat, extroverted. negatives — impulsive, workaholic, judgy.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse. having a knack for connecting with others, a skill she'd already had since childhood that only got stronger with time, mila can make an acquaintance out of anyone. open, ready to talk about anything and everything, there's not a single person she'd ever found herself intimidated by enough to keep her distance. often times, it's this very facete of herself that leads to a decline in energy by the days end, her social batteries quick to recharge after quiet evenings, and even then, she'll often find herself engaging in conversations past her moods expiration simply because that's what she's always done. mild eye bags and all that'll be gone come time to wake up the next morning, mila engages with a smile.

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to? without question, elle woods has always been a role model, a character mila strives make proud.

a relevant goal or arc for your character to overcome. finding balance, not just within herself, but in this new daily life she's found for herself.