#thank you for the chance to draw something sweet and fluffy

[trashmancer]

Drawn for the Bloodweave Brainrot's Art/Fic Swap; in response to tuffgreg's incredibly beautiful fic "cutting through the cracks of the concrete". On the day of their wedding, Gale gives Astarion a Sunwalker's Gift.

[pomefioredove]

Hiii! I adore your writings especially the vill fics thank you for blessing us vil fans 😭🙏💕

Can you please write soulmate au with vil and the perks of being soulmate with him? Thank youuu

thank you so much, that's so sweet!!! and OHHH soulmate.... so good

summary: soulmates type of post: fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, FLUFFY, lovesick vil forever

Vil Schoenheit had always deemed the existence of "soulmates" to be a thing confined in the lines of a poem.

Ever the rationalist, Vil hadn't even entertained the fantasy of meeting his "perfect match", if such a person even existed. His life was not that of a cheesy movie script he'd turn down.

Finding someone who could cope with his strict lifestyle would be a miracle in and of itself.

...And if you had asked Vil Schoenheit what his image of the perfect partner would be, he would say exactly that.

Someone beautiful, intelligent, responsible, with the dedication and discipline to keep up with him.

Spoken with a sardonic smile and honeyed words, Vil knew that his chances of actually finding someone to meet his standards, to keep up with him, were slim.

He couldn't have possibly imagined having to keep up with you, instead.

You were like a shooting star; swift and bright, moving faster than he could fathom, cutting through the dark parts of his life like a hot blade.

Something for him to wish on.

Beautiful.

Like nothing he could have ever imagined.

There was a radiance in everything you did, one that made your skin glow with or without products, a certain warmth that so contrasted the refined and elegant image he'd grown to associate with beauty.

Vil would eagerly tend to your every need. It was a dream just to touch you, to have the honor of pushing your hair out of your face.

He would savor every second of grazing your skin, of tracing your features with delicate fingertips, if only just to cleanse your pores after a long day.

With you, every simple action is beautiful.

Vil enjoys pampering people he cares for, and thus your life is full of high-end products, the best groceries money can buy, and his personal advice from the very second he sets eyes on you.

He would gladly do your personalized skincare routine with you every night and every morning if time allowed it.

2. Intelligent.

In such a way that makes him eager to understand you.

Really, it's your insatiable curiosity that draws him in.

He could spend hours upon hours simply listening to you talk. Your interests begin excite him just as much as they excite you, your passion for learning and creating capture his attention with ease.

There's never a dull moment between the two of you.

What others might consider useless conversations about trivial matters, Vil holds to the highest regard.

It comes to the point where he begins asking you for opinions, even if he knows he'll disagree with your answer, just to hear your perfect voice, just to watch your expression change in the way it does when you're thinking.

He's infatuated with your thought process, with the way your mind works.

Understanding you is not a labor, but a privilege.

3. Responsible.

To where all he could ask for is you and your gentle touch.

You care. Whether you're aware of it or not, you care so deeply about the people in your life, it almost puts Vil to shame.

Paired with your determination and resilience, and your ceaseless sense of independence, it's absolutely irresistible to him.

Vil is so unfamiliar with the way you treat him. Tenderly, and softly, like he's something that needs to be taken care of. You don't put him on a high shelf like a trophy, but carry him at your side, like a beloved doll.

He's never been at the receiving end of such consideration.

On the days where it feels as if the world is coming undone around him, he has somewhere to go. A place to hide, where he can forget all that he's supposed to be, and just simply be instead.

You are a home to him.

Vil knows that the both of you are perfectly capable (exemplary, even) at minding yourselves, though that's exactly what makes this tenderness you share all the better.

Independence is a gift, though one that he'll gladly set aside for a time, to be alone and soft with you.

4. Keeping Up.

Some days, it feels as if he's hanging onto you for dear life.

Afraid that if he looks away for even a moment, you'd vanish, leaving him alone with all of his naive, shallow thoughts on what his soulmate should be.

You're a dream to him. Far better than anything he ever could have asked for, or even imagined. He would be a fool to let you get away, he knows as much.

And perhaps he doesn't have the words to express it yet, perhaps he does. Perhaps these thoughts of his are tucked away in a journal, imbued in the lines of a poem, or in the color choices of a floral arrangement. Perhaps he whispers them to you in the early hours of the morning, still caught in that dreamlike space between sleep and wake.

One thing has become clear to him, though: Vil could never adequately describe all that he wants in a soulmate.

You're far too complex to put in a single sentence.

[dreamescapeswriting]

No Regrets ~ HJS [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

GENRE: Mafia AU, fluffy, first meeting, meet cute, fluffy jisung, soft mafia jisung being soft for reader, always there to protect her, bank heist and shes injured in the process, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, sex in front of the fireplace, oral (female recieving)

PAIRING: Jisung x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of blood, killing, stealing, heists, reader being held at gun point,

Lightening slashed through the darkened sky making you jump a little and scoot closer to Jisung, the rain pounding against the windows of a cafe. Somewhere that had become your refuge from the storm that was growing worse by the second. Jisung glanced over at you, ever since you'd walked into the cafe he'd barely been able to take his eyes off you but he'd been trying. Not once was he able to though, it was like there was some kind of curse drawing him to you.

Years had passed since he'd ever been with a woman and he'd practically sworn off everyone he met, not wanting to get distracted by them but there was just something about you, something so warm and fresh that drew him in.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else?" Jisung questioned, his gaze solely on you as you shivered a little, you felt frozen to your core but Jisung's men had already given you a shirt, a pair of pants and a blazer you didn't want to take anything else from them. That was, you didn't want to be in debt to the man beside you.

All of the stories you'd heard about the man from the underworld but they'd all failed to mention how kind his eyes were or just how sweet he was...toward you at least. It was a strange contrast between what people said he was like and what he was really like, something you hadn't really been expecting until now.

"No...T-Thanks." Your chattering teeth gave you away before Jisung snapped his fingers at his men, who swiftly sprung into action. Moments later, a steaming cup of hot chocolate was in front of you and a dry blanket was wrapped around your shoulders.

"I can start the fireplace if it gets too much," Jisung offered, his chest tightening as he watched you closely, eyeing you up as if he were waiting for you to shiver and give him the chance to jump in and be the hero of your story. Not that Jisung was the hero in anybody's story, he was always the villain. 

There was something about you that made him feel at ease, something that made him feel at peace as you sat beside him but there was also a nagging feeling inside of him, one that wanted him to protect you. It happened the second you'd barged into the cafe, shivering and dripping wet onto the floor. It was the reason he'd demanded his men into action before they could kick you out, there was no way he was going to send you out in the freezing weather.

"I hate the storms too," He finally mentioned, whispering so that none of his men around could hear the admission come from his lips. He'd never been one to tell people what scared him, not when it could possibly be used against him but you seemed in need of someone to talk to.

"You do?" Your voice cracked a little as you swallowed the lump in your throat, the tightness in your body loosening ever so slightly as Jisung put you at ease.

"Yeah, ever since I was a little boy they always scared me." He holds his cup in his hands, letting the warm ceramic warm up his cold hands. 

"I would never have expected you to be scared of anything." You admit shyly before he beams at you, he liked that you were feeling comfortable around him more than he cared to admit.

"There's a lot you might not know, but I'd be happy to fill you in." Your cheeks warmed at the kindness coming from him and you nodded.

The storm raged on outside but the cafe was suddenly becoming a warm sanctuary amidst the darkness. It was an unlikely friendship growing between you both, a mafia underworld leader and a frightened girl who'd stumbled into the cafe by accident.

"My favourite colour is pink but if anyone ever asks it's black," Jisung smirked at you, making you giggle a little as you sipped on your drink. 

"Mine's blue, but the colour of the sky on a really nice summer's day is blue." You admit to him, smiling while you forget the storm completely as you get to know Jisung just that little bit more. 

The night had flown by too quickly for either of you and you hated as you saw the sun coming up through the windows. 

"We stayed up all night?" You laughed nervously, trying to remember the last time you'd ever stayed up this late and it must have been years ago. The light burnt your eyes as you and Jisung stepped out onto the streets, you were still dressed in his guard's clothes and he couldn't help the jealous twinge he got thinking about it.

"Must have," He chuckles softly looking around for a car for you but there was none in sight except for his own.

"Vinny," He whispered in a low voice to one of his men nearby.

"Make sure she gets home safely." Vinny nodded understanding the unspoken order from his boss,

"Don't worry boss, I got this," Vinny told him as he got into one of the waiting cars and Jisung turned his attention to you. Searching in his pockets and handing you a small piece of paper with his number scrawled on it.

"In case you need anything. Don't hesitate to call." You gently took the piece of paper, staring down at it with a mix of surprise and gratitude flickering across your face. You never would have expected his number after a night of just talking,

"Thanks." You whispered before carefully tucking into your pocket and making your way to the car with Vinny inside.

"I'll be seeing you," Jisung called out, watching you with one last lingering gaze before you disappeared into the city and Jisung couldn't shake the weight of concern sitting on his chest.

He knew the dangers that lurked in the streets, especially to someone as unsuspecting as you. He was glad Vinny was going to drive you home but something still weighed down on him as he thought about you more and more being alone and he would do anything to ensure your safety. Maybe he could hire someone to watch over you all of the time, or would that be going too far?

"Boss, we have a meeting with Dante Moretti in an hour." A voice informed him snapping him from his daydream and he sighed nodding his head, there was no rest for the wicked. 

"Can you make sure Vinny stays close to Yn, I want updates on how she's doing." He grumbled as he got into his car, ensuring your safety felt as though he was protecting a piece of his own humanity in the chaos of the world and he was going to do as much as he could to keep you safe.

Someone had been following you and you knew who, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was since he was almost 7 feet high and built like he could knock down a brick house with one flick of his wrist. Sighing a little you turned on your heel making Vinny almost crash into you from how abruptly you'd stopped in place.

"Vinny, I'm fine." You told him plainly, staring up at the man who looked as though he'd barely slept a wink in days. Ever since your rendezvous with Jisung a week ago, Vinny had been outside of your apartment and everywhere you went. Part of you thought it was sweet that Jisung had asked him to watch over you but after no contact with Jisung, it was beginning to get annoying.

Maybe he did this to everyone he met and the reason Vinnny was watching you was because Jisung wasn't sure you could be trusted but you'd had enough. You wanted some space and Vinny following you everywhere was drawing attention to you that you didn't need nor want.

"Boss said to watch you." You scoffed a little, if Jisung was that bothered about you being looked after he should have come to check on you himself rather than sending a babysitting,

"Your boss can come and watch me himself, I don't need an armed guard." You gestured to the gun that was on his belt and he glanced at it, it was something all of Jisung's men were issued with.

"But-"

"Go and take a break, I'm going to the bank...okay? Nothing bad is going to happen to me in there. Go get food or something." You pointed to the cafe across the street and he bit down on his lip, disobeying a direct order from Jisung meant he'd probably lose his life.

"I have to go, I have a meeting and if I'm late I'll never get the loan I need." You mumbled, straightening out your outfit and walking in the direction of the large building while Vinny looked at you. He knew you were right and he needed a break and what was five minutes going to do if he went to grab a muffin?

The glass shattered around you as loud popping sounds began to ring out, you ducked a little as you flinched. The man you had been speaking to you dropped to the floor instantly and frowned,

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" Someone screamed out, your eyes darted in the direction of the voice and your heart began to race. Armed robbers were storming into the bank, their faces covered by clown masks and you cursed yourself for sending Vinny away. 

"Everyone be calm and do as we say and no one has to die." The main man called out as he turned to a man reaching for his wife only to shoot him in the head. Panic gripped you as you sank down onto the floor, none of the masked men had been able to see you since you'd been toward the back of the bank. With trembling fingers you began to hit Jisung's number, you'd had him saved ever since your night together and he was the only person you could think of helping you right now. 

As you continued the rings Jisung answered and your voice barely came out above a whisper,

"Jisung, please...you have to do something." You held your hand over your mouth trying to calm yourself down, if any of them found you, you'd be dead.

"There are robbers...they're holding us hostage." You whispered frantically. Jisung's blood ran cold as he listened to the desperation in your voice. Without hesitating he sprang into action, issuing orders to his men and racing to the scene.

"I'll be right there baby, just stay hidden," He kept you on the phone as he raced to his car, he needed to make sure you were safe.

"Where's Vinny baby, is he with you?" Your breathing was frantic but you tried your best to focus on Jisung rather than the yelling and shouting that was going on.

"I sent him away, to eat...I-I thought I would be okay," You sniffled a little and Jisung wanted to reach through the phone and comfort you, wipe away the tears he knew that were streaming down your face.

"I'll kick his ass for listening to you," He chuckled trying to make you laugh but your breathing stilled as you heard someone coming toward you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you held your breath trying to hide further under the table,

"Found you, sweetheart." Someone sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he dragged you out from your hiding spot his grip so tight you knew it was going to leave a bruise. 

"Yn?! YN?!" Jisung screamed down the phone, forcing his men to drive faster down the streets toward the bank you were in.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against your temple, you were shoved through the bank toward the front once again.

"Lookey what we have! An example to make of." He smirked as you struggled against his grip, your heart pounding with every beat as you thought about a way to get out of this or a way to drag it out.

"What did we say? Stay calm and no one will get hurt, it seems someone can't listen to rules." The metal of the gun was dragged down your cheek until he placed it underneath your chin, the tears free-falling as you whimpered a little. 

Suddenly, amidst the chaos of the other men shuffling money into banks, the sound of sirens pierced through the air, signalling that police were outside. The grip the man had on you faltered for a second, his attention on the threat of the police. Mustering up all your strength and with the surge of adrenaline, you twisted free from his grasp, ducking out of his grasp and making a run for the safety of a desk. The man cursed as he scrambled after you, just as he got close a shadow emerged from nowhere and stared down at him.

"Jisung." You breathed out as he stared down at the man who had grabbed you, his moments were swift as he subdued the robber and put him to the floor aiming a gun at him this time.

"Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?" Jisung stared over at you, your breath catching in your throat as you watched him closely and you shook your head.

"I'm fine, just scared." You admitted as he nodded, turning his attention back to the other robbers who were all on their knees with their hands behind their heads. Everyone knew not to fuck with Jisung if they knew what was good for them and Jisung waited for the cops to come in. 

"How are you doing?" Jisung asked as he sat beside you in front of the fireplace, after the robbery Jisung had taken you back to his place deciding that he didn't want you to be alone tonight.

"Fine, just like I was fine the other twenty-two times you asked," You said, teasing him a little for how often he'd been asking you the same question since getting there.

"I just want to make sure," He sighed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder more and smiling at you. Your heart began to beat faster as you were cuddled so close to him.

"You're the first person I wanted to call when it happened." You admit, after the events of the day you weren't going to hold back telling him how you felt about him since there was no point, you never knew what could happen.

"Why?" He blushed a little as you watched him closely,

"I like you...a lot, and I wanted to hear from you one last time in case...In case I died-"

"I would never let anything happen to you," He whispered, clutching your hand in his and holding it on his lap.

"No?" You giggled a little as he ran his hand over your cheek and gently rubbed his thumb over your skin,

"No. I should kick Vinny's ass for leaving you." He grumbled, he'd wanted to do it after getting you from the bank but you'd begged him to take you home, not wanting to stay there any longer than you had to.

"I told him to." You reminded him but Jisung scoffed at the thought, the only person Vinny should have been listening to was Jisung and Jisung alone.

"He should only take orders from me." He grumbled a little and you inched closer to him, 

"You're cute when you're mad." Your voice came out low and seductive as you gently kissed his jawline.

"Y-Yeah?" He stuttered a little as he felt you closer to him, his heart racing as you began to kiss his jaw again.

"Yeah, and hot when you're being the hero for me." You added before kissing his neck a little, his whole body flaming as his cheeks burnt bright red.

"Yn...Y-You went through something traumatic today, we should probably wait,"

"Why?" You stopped still and looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you, he wanted to, more than anything, but he didn't want to rush you into something.

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret." You smiled warmly at him,

"I promise I won't," You whispered before kissing him softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as the blanket you were wearing dropped from your shoulders. 

Jisung carefully laid you down on the floor, kissing down your neck as he pulled the shirt you were wearing off your body.

"I've wanted you for so long," He groans, kissing down your bare chest and sucking on your nipples causing your back to arch off the floor.

"So don't waste any more time," You pleaded with him as he smirked, kissing down your chest until he reached your panty line which he quickly tore off you and threw somewhere in the room.

"I don't let anyone order me around but for you, I'll make an exception." He groans before putting your legs on his shoulders before pushing his face into your cunt. His tongue slowly licked through your folds as you let out a strangled moan of his name.

"J-Jisung," You cry out, your hands pushed into his hair and you ground your hips against his face needing more than what he was giving to you. Jisung didn't miss the hint though as he picked up the pace, eating you out like a man starved as he moaned against your clit sending vibrations up and down your spine.

"F-Fuck! R-Right there," You cry out as he continued to suck on your clit, his fingers pushing into you and sending you closer to the edge. Jisung smirked up at you, your eyes were screwed shut and your head rolled back as you gave into him.

"G-Gonna..Fuck I'm so close," You cried out louder, Jisung curled his fingers to your g-spot, moving his fingers at a brutal pace until you screamed his name out as your first orgasm hits you. 

"So loud for me, I love it." He groans as you pull him up and kiss him deeply, not caring if you could taste yourself on his lips but just desperate for him.

"Want you," You grumbled as you quickly stripped him of the suit pants he was wearing and rubbed his cock through his boxers earning a grunt from him.

"I've got an IUD," You whisper to him when you see him searching around for something and he relaxes a little, kissing you deeply as you lay back down on the floor, your legs spread on either side of his hips.

"You sure?"

"Jisung, please," You whined out, spreading your legs further apart as Jisung lined himself up, easing into you at a slow and torturous pace.

"M-More," You begged as you rocked your hips up a little until he was pushed to the hilt, a strangled moan leaving both your throats. Jisung smirked at you as he slowly pulled out of you, only to slam back into you as you let out a scream of his name. He began thrusting into you, harder and faster than before as your hands dragged down his back. 

"You're so tight, angel, you close?" He groans out as you clench around him again, moaning out his name as he continues his brutal pace. You'd had sex plenty of times but nothing compared to this, Jisung had you on the edge from just a few thrusts.

"You make me insane for you," He growls out as he continues to fuck into you,

"G-Good, you do the same for me," You whine out, rolling your hips in time to meet his thrust as you feel the familiar tension building inside of you.

"S-Shit, Jisung." You moan out as he grips your hips, his thrusts getting more determined,

"C-Cum for me angel," He groans, as if on his command you came around him, screaming his name out as you rocked your hips riding out your orgasm. Jisung wasn't far behind as he panted into your neck, his hips slowly to a still making you giggle a little.

"Let's go and get cleaned up," He whimpered a little, his hips shaking as you nodded and wriggled beneath him.

The morning sun filtered through the blinds in Jisung's room and he cursed himself for not getting blackout ones like he wanted to. The memories of last night began to filter through his mind leaving him smirking as reached out beside him. He frowned, a pang of unease gripping his chest as he stared at the empty space beside him. Had you regretted the night before?

With a heavy sigh, Jisung rose from the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. Your clothes were still in his room along with your bag and phone which meant you were still around somewhere he just had to find you. He padded down the stairs, an overwhelming sense of gratitude filling him when he saw you standing in the kitchen with your hands on your hips yelling at someone.

"I wanted to cook for him, what's the big deal!?" You cried out at the old lady who had swatted your hands away with a spatula when she found you cooking.

"He only lets me cook for him, it's the safest way." You rolled your eyes, about to tell her who you were when someone wrapped their arms around you.

"Come back to bed, let Sophia make our food so I can fuck your brains out," He whispered in your ear, biting down on your ear as you let out a small moan following him without question.

"So no regrets?" He asked, threading his fingers between yours as he led you back to the stairs.

"No regrets," You smirked kissing him on the cheek and rushing off up the stairs to his room again.

"I hate you," Felix's date said as he stood beside her, her arms folded across her chest as she stared at him looking completely pissed off that she had to be there.

"I hate you more, my little firecracker," He smirked down at her and you cuddled closer to Jisung as you watched the exchange.

"It's strange that's how they express their love," You giggled a little as Jisung took your hand in his, gently kissing the top of it before pulling you into his chest.

"Hmm, think we should uninvite them from the wedding?" Jisung smirked as you slapped his chest softly, hushing him. A charity event wasn't the place to announce your upcoming wedding, you wanted to do it properly and at a dinner with all of them together.

"We'll see you later," Seungmin's date whispered before hugging you and running off toward the stairs with Seungmin.

"They're going to fuck," Jisung laughed softly making you roll your eyes at him.

"They could just be wanting a private moment," You elbowed him in the chest as he chuckled to himself he knew what the couple were up to, since he and you had snuck off at parties to do the same thing plenty of times in the past.

"To fuck." He added as you groaned at him, pulling him to go and dance with you.

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Teddy Bear

Day three of celebration marathon

Yandere! Platonic!Luke Castellan Vs Yandere!Brother!Percy Jackson x fem!reader

-£ ask: yandere Luke with Percy's twin sister who has always been protected and shielded by Percy with her naive innocence and when he saw her Luke was obsessed but gets furious how it's hard to get to her

-£ words: 800

-£ warnings: yandere behavior, short fic, reader being innocent and naive.

It was hard to believe how hard it was to get near you without your brother pulling you away or turning your attention on something else. At first when you both were placed in Hermes cabin you stayed by your brother and listened to his every word as you usually do. He was your protector ever since he was born. Even at young age he was sticking up for you.

You had just lost your mom and now thrown into a world you knew nothing about and the only thing you knew was him. So of course you did as he said, he never was wrong before. When anyone tried to talk to you, he pushed them away and gave you something from his pocket to get your attention on like a dog.

Luke saw you and he was obsessed at how innocent you seemed to be. How did you survive this far without any instincts of your own? He could do so much better then Percy at being your big brother. He could actually protect you and give you anything you ever asked for.

All he had to do was get close to you.

But that was harder then it looked. While he tried got close to you two, your brother didn’t let him close to you. So Luke had a to work around it. He took note of how Percy talked, acting towards you to draw you in.

“I found this,” luke looked at Percy with a rock in his hand, “thought y/n would like it.” percy glared at the taller boy. why was he even talking about you? But before percy would shut him down you squealed and jumped up, taking the rock from him. You looked so happy that the two boys didn’t care about anything else.

“Oh, thank you!” then you did something that caused both of them to freeze. you wrapped your arms around luke and squeezed him tightly while giggling. “I’m going to put it with the others.” You shout and run off towards your shared cabin.

percy looked at luke as he stayed there with his body tensed. “What was that?” even now, percy was trying to keep you to himself. but if he played his cards right…

“You’re a good brother percy. You give her things all the time, I thought I’d do the same.” He then threw his arm around the smaller boy and started to walk. “Now, I think we should start with swords today.” and like that he pretended to forget about the whole thing like it meant nothing.

but to Luke it was everything. the way you hugged him felt like the world was lifted off his shoulders. he made you smile. he made you happy. that was just a sign that he was made to be your family.

day and night luke was looking for new ways to get close to you even with percy holding you so close. he’d spend every moment with percy knowing you were right there. he tried to help you with your armor straps but percy did it before he could, making Luke annoyed. How is it that every chance he had percy was so quick? honestly percy was selfish for keeping you all to himself.

it only got worse when the both of you were claimed and you had to leave hermes cabin. you packed your things with a smile on your face looking as sweet as you always did. it was petty really, but luke couldn’t stop himself now. he walked up with a small teddy bear in his arms while Percy was looking away for a second.

“You know, I’ll be missing you both.” That was lie he didn’t even care if Percy was leaving now. You looked at him, “keep this to remember me?” His sweet smile as he handed you the teddy was making you feel warm. you loved the fluffy animal he gave you.

Before you go hug him Percy was at your side holding you by the shirt, “thanks Luke, but we should get moving.”

percy stared at him without backing down, he knew what was happening. luke wasn’t as good as he thought he was. they were having a staring contest showing they both knew. percy wasn’t going to give up his sister so easily and would never dare to have someone get close to her. but, luke was prepared to fight that battle.

Night came as crickets chirped, the threes rusted softly, and two souls out of bed while the same idea in mind. just outside cabin three there was the sound of muffled voices. on the ground was the teddy bear that was givin to the young daughter of posiden, ripped to pieces as the cotton inside fell onto the ground. percy stood with his blade in hand as a threat.

“Stay away from my sister.” Percy hated the way luke just smirked at him not taking him seriously. He was just a small barking dog in his way. “She’s not yours.”

Luke clicked his tongue and chucked at the statement from the younger boy.

“Give it time, she’ll be mine soon enough.”

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saw you wrote for Charlie and I desperately need to read Charlie fanfics that aren’t my own. So here I am, being that girl, who is requesting a Charlie x FemReader in college. I was thinking that they’re in the same class and Charlie thinks she’s beautiful and tries to work up the courage to ask her on a date. Nothing crazy, just something fluffy and sweet ❤️

M’am, you helped really ignite my love for Charlie Dalton with your brilliant work so I am truly honored by this.

I hope you love it!

Doodles - Charlie Dalton

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x Fem!Reader

NOT MY GIF

For as long as he could remember, Charlie always opted to sit in the back row of every class he ever attended. He loved that it gave him a chance to drift off when needed.

It was no different when he attended Harvard University.

He took a seat and opened his notebook, ready to doodle for the next hour and a half. Just as he reached for his pencil, the damn thing fell on the ground.

He leaned down to grab it when another pair of hands got a hold of it first. His eyes trailed up the hand and he found himself eye-to-eye with her.

Her being the girl who sat next to him. When she took the seat next to him on the first day of class, he thanked whatever higher being there was for giving him the opportunity. But just as he went over to talk to her at the end of class, she’d left.

Before every class he’d promised himself he’d talk to her. Talking to pretty girls had always been easy for Charlie. He’d never had a problem talking to girls.

Why is she any different? he thought to himself.

The answer came on the second day of class when she giggled at one of his doodles and suddenly, Charlie felt like the king of the world.

In the next couple of classes, he would doodle something and she’d smile or giggle. Sometimes it was a characature of the professor, other times it was just random doodles.

And yet, he’d never uttered a word to her, nor she him.

Until now.

“Can’t draw without your pencil,” she chuckled softly.

The fact she was smiling at him made him lose his breath. For the first time in his life, Charlie didn’t feel worthy of a pretty girl’s smile.

He took the pen, trying to hide his own smile. “No I can’t.”

She took the seat beside him as he stared off, excitement brewed inside. She’d noticed him. She probably did only because she was curious as to why he stared at her from the corner of his eyes.

He wasn’t sure why but something inside of him - maybe it was the old Charlie - told him to seize the opportunity.

So, while the professor droned on and on, Charlie was busy conjuring up a way to ask her out. Then he realized his answer - a doodle. But it needed to be good enough to get her to say yes.

That’s when he started drawing a flower. He tried with a rose first but it proved to be a difficult task. Rose petals were not his strong suit.

So he started on asters. Asters had to be easy right?

Wrong. Again, petals were his worst enemy as his aster pedals looked like hot dogs.

He moved onto cosmos and started to get somewhere. He sighed in relief. He was finally getting somewhere.

That’s when he saw a folded note on his desk. He picked it up and in cursive handwriting it read, “No boob drawings today? Are you ok?”

He looked over at her and she smiled at him. He smiled back and mouthed, “you’ll see.”

He continued on with his cosmos flowers until he felt it was enough.

Now it was time to bring it home with the question. What could he write to make this girl go out with him?

That’s when it hit him.

=================================

As Y/N gathered her stuff at the end of class, she noticed a folded piece of paper on her desk. On it was a handwritten note.

OPEN ME.

She opened it to find a bunch of flowers sketched out all over the lined paper. Then, in the middle of the page in red ink, it read:

I suck at drawing flowers, but I’ll have some real ones for you on Friday night. Meet me at the library at 7 pm.

[cheolism-archive]

his reward

✿ —  boo seungkwan x reader ❀ — summary: after a long day, seungkwan decides to seek relief between your legs ✿ —  wc is approx 4.3k ❀ — warnings/tags: minors do not interact. idol au. dom! seungkwan, service top! seungkwan, bottom! reader. pet names (baby, angel, good baby, good angel)(kwannie). mentions of video game-typical violence. oral (bsk giving), fingering, praise. pussy drunk seungkwan. spitting. face-riding. masturbation & cumming on body. intentional lowercase ✿ —  request: "no rush but it would be great if u could write something abt dom seungkwan cause there’s a drought of seungkwan fics esp dom ones . . ." ❀ — note: i tried to fit dom! kwannie, and i hope this was what u wanted plus still fits and suits him!! thank u for the request, and i hope it fulfills what u wanted !!!! <333

night had fallen on the city, the only light in your bedroom coming from the streetlight directly across your apartment building and the television. you had long tuned out the show you had put on, eyes narrowed in on your phone. 

the shower squeaked, drawing your attention away from your pubg game for just a moment. you listened as the shower door squeaked as it slid open, signaling the end of seungkwan’s shower. 

then there was a sound of a bomb from your game, and your eyes were back on it. you and seungcheol made your way around the building, crouching, your eyes on the horizon. 

“still playing that game?” 

you hummed in response, eyes darting up. seungkwan was running a towel over his hair, wrapped tight in a bathrobe. your bathrobe, to be honest, but the two of you had long dropped any attempts at organizing your wardrobes. especially after an incident where you wore a hoodie to meet with soonyoung and jeonghan at a grill, only for seungkwan to turn around and wear the same hoodie the next morning to a group practice. 

the robe, due to it being yours, was short on him. while it went to your calves, on seungkwan it brushed against the back of his knees. the fluffy sleeves revealed his fine wrists, seemingly framing them as if they were a masterpiece, drawing all your attention to the way he held his hands, the way his long fingers tousled his hair back and away from his face. 

“we’re gonna beat wonwoo for good,” you returned, looking back at your game. seungcheol’s character hopped into a jeep, the border that surrounded the map closing in. you quickly followed, letting him drive away. “we got mingyu right away.”

seungkwan snorted, turning and going back into the bathroom. “good. that jerk needs to be knocked down a few pegs.”

you grinned a little, biting down on your lip. feeling warm, you kicked off the comforter. you had already taken off your pants for the night, leaving them at a heap at the bottom of the bed. the weather had taken a turn for the better, to the point where you could now open the windows during nighttime, letting a gentle breeze fill the room.

seungcheol drove the jeep next to a cliff. you both jumped out of the vehicle, spinning your characters around to try and see if you spotted any enemies. 

you shifted, setting your feet flat on the bed and raising your knees up. 

there was a gunshot in the game and both you and seungcheol were turning towards it. you began firing in the general direction, offering a distraction for seungcheol to get the chance to snipe the enemy. 

the bathroom sink turned on and off. seungkwan began singing, his sweet voice filling the apartment and making your heart flutter a little. 

he always sang with such power, always commanding the stage. so you treasured the moments where he sang in his lower register, his voice sweet and honey-smooth, full of sincerity and making you feel as if you were the only person in the world. 

the approaching enemy defeated, you and seungcheol turned back to watching the horizon for more enemies. 

a sharp gust of cool spring wind filled the room, making your curtains flutter and your body shiver. you could feel the cold air against your clothed cunt. you stuck one of your feet back underneath the blanket, tempted to grab it and cover yourself again. 

seungkwan continued to sing as you and seungcheol shot down another enemy, the lovely lyrics to one of the group’s ballads filling your ears. absentmindedly you began to sing along, albeit quieter than seungkwan. while you constantly boasted your boyfriend’s many, many talents, you were conscious where yours were lacking. 

you didn’t notice when seungkwan stopped singing, your own voice carrying on the tune. it wasn’t until the bed shifted, his weight displacing it, did you stop and glance up. 

seungkwan was watching you, eyes sharp. his hair was still damp, sticking up at odd places. his face was slightly red from his skincare routine, and you could smell his orange blossom lotion. 

“kwannie?” you looked back down at your phone. you and seungcheol ducked into a house, the faint song of gunfire disrupting the overwise quiet bedroom. “why’d you stop singing?”

your boyfriend sighed deeply. you steered your character onto the roof of the building, laying flat on the top and watching as two enemies neared it. 

“today was really stressful,” seungkwan began in that coy voice of his that told you that your boyfriend had something in mind. so you stayed quiet, eyes still on the roaming players. “it was long and never-ending. but i endured it.”

you grinned a little, glancing up at seungkwan. he was looking at you still, body turned completely towards you. you dropped your legs, letting them splay out, knees against the sheets. “it’s hard sometimes to tolerate days like that,” you agreed, wiggling your toes. “i’m proud of you for sticking through it.”

“thank you,” seungkwan said, moving. you could see the figure of his body as he stalked up the bed, nearing you. “i think i deserve a special something for enduring it. don’t you?”

you nodded, shooting down one of the players as they tried to walk up the stairwell that led to your roof. “you do! do you wanna go to the cafe tomorrow? that little one that has the bread shaped like fruit?”

seungkwan hummed, one of his hands settling on your foot. he tapped his finger against your foot thoughtfully. “that’d be good, baby. but i was thinking about a reward more accessible, something i can have now.”

“we can have some of that frozen yogurt in the freezer,” you suggested absentmindedly. seungcheol’s character walked up the stairs, jumping for you to follow. “i think it goes bad in a week anyways.”

“frozen yogurt does sound good,” seungkwan drawled out. he wrapped both of his hands around your ankles, clenching slightly. “but i was thinking about something even better than that.”

brow furrowing, you glanced up at your boyfriend in confusion. you didn’t keep many treats in the apartment, finding that one of your boyfriend’s groupmates would sneak in at some point and eat all of them before you could even have a first. 

seungkwan liked it when you did his nails, liked it when you pampered him. maybe that’s what he wanted?

then a sly grin overtook seungkwan’s features, his eyes getting an impish glint. before you could question him he was yanking your ankles, pulling you flat on the bed. 

you squealed out his name in shock, phone dropping on your chest. you could hear gunfire from your game. 

seungkwan wedged open your legs, shouldering his way between them. he grabbed your phone, turning off the sound before he exited the game and tossed your phone down the bed. 

“seungkwan!” you gasped, eyes wide. you and seungcheol were in the top five and wonwoo was still alive and you still had to get him --  what on earth was seungkwan doing? seungcheol was going to be so pissed, wonwoo was going to win, and the two of you would have to endure another week of wonwoo silently teasing you. “what are you doing?!”

“having my special something,” seungkwan replied, hooking his arms around your thighs and pressing them to the bed, baring your pussy. seungkwan pressed forward, shoving his face into your clothed cunt. 

you were mortified, even moreso when you could feel seungkwan take a deep, shuddering breath against your cunt, breathing it in. he nosed against it, your cunt shamefully clenching and fluttering in response. 

you could practically feel the heat pool in your cunt and turn into fluid, could feel as it leaked out of your hole and stained your underwear. 

“that’s it,” seungkwan murmured, taking another deep breath as your arousal soaked your panties. he hummed a little, pressing his closed lips to your cunt. you could feel the vibrations of his mouth through your panties, your toes and fingers curling in response. 

“getting so wet for me already,” he said, pressing a closed-mouthed kiss over your cunt. you let out a gasp, your hand coming up and muffling the tail end of the noise. if you couldn’t control the way your cunt acted, couldn’t control the fluid that gushed from it as if you were at a damn waterpark just from your boyfriend sniffing it, then at least you could try and be quiet. 

“kwannie,” you breathed out, still keeping your mouth trapped behind your hand. “what are you doing --”

“my reward for being good,” seungkwan responded, burying his nose into your cunt again. all he was doing was smelling it like some sort of depraved man, as if the two of you didn’t have sex multiple times a week, as if he had been waiting all day just for the chance to smell your cunt. 

“how --” you broke off, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. you counted to five in an attempt to gather yourself. “how, seungkwan, is smelling my -- how is this a reward?”

“your pussy smells so good, baby,” he murmured, angling his head. he brushed his nose against your clit, and even though you still had your underwear on, the sensation sent a jolt through you. “i think about it all the time, you know. your pussy, how it feels around my cock. how it feels around my finger, how it tastes. fuck, how your cunt tastes.”

then seungkwan’s tongue was running up your cunt, from the bottom to your clit, sticking your underwear against your pussy. you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you, nor could you help how your back arched up into the air in response. 

“just stay there,” seungkwan said, pulling back. his hands went to the ties of your robe, pulling them undone and shrugging it off. seungkwan pushed it off the bed with one hand, the fingers of his other hand going to your cunt. he dipped his fingers around the fabric, letting his nails brush over the warmth of your cunt. “just sit still, baby. please? let me take my reward.”

you shot him a look, fingers flexing on the sheets. “kwannie --”

“please,” he whined, making his way back between your legs. he tugged at your underwear, pulling it lopsided. “lemme taste your cunt, baby. been thinking about it all day, been thinking about it since i woke up. please let me eat your cunt.”

your heart stopped, mouth dropping open at the frankness in his voice and in his words. seungkwan pressed forward, his mouth kissing your cunt through your underwear once more. 

“okay,” you gasped, hand shooting out to still him. “okay. just. just let me taking them off before --”

“before i rip them?” seungkwan finished, the mischievous smile on his face so at odds with his normal personality. he looked smug, watching as you slowly brought one of your legs up towards your chest, hooking your fingers through your underwear and guiding them down. “good baby,” he praised, eyes intently watching as you revealed your cunt. “good baby.”

seungkwan moved up to his knees again, coming to rest beside you on the bed. he cocked his head at you when you were still, patting his chest. “well? are you going to sit on my face or not?”

slowly, more aware of the way your pussy juices were leaking out and onto your thighs at a constant rate, you moved your way up the bed. you straddled his chest, standing on your knees to reach up for the headboard. 

seungkwan’s hands settled on your hips, guiding you up the rest of the way to stand over his face. he maneuvered you to how he wanted you, and when you could feel his warm breath against your bare cunt you couldn’t help the little moan that escaped you. 

“that’s a good angel,” he praised you, voice low. he lowered you until you were properly sitting on him. 

“kwannie,” you sighed, nails lightly scratching into the wood of the headboard. “don’t -- don’t get carried away, okay? remember, two taps if you can’t breathe.”

“i remember, angel,” he murmured. his fingers pressed into your skin, his touch lighting you aflame. you’ve begun to wonder when his imprints would finally sink in, when his fingerprints and hand-shape would leave a permanent mark on you. it was so often, after all, that seungkwan was touching some part of you, as if he wanted to leave his touch branded on your skin. 

seungwkan nudged his nose against your clit. immediately your muscles were tightening, your hips bucking up a little. seungkwan chuckled against you, and you could feel his arms flex against you as he tightened his hold around your middle, keeping you seated on his face. 

seungkwan ran his tongue along your cunt in one long broad stripe, the slurp that accompanied the action so lewd that it made your toes curl and nails dig into the headboard. he dug his nose into your cunt, next to your clit; his chin bumped against your cunt as he shoved his tongue inside of you, gathering your juices and sucking them. 

“kwannie,” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut. he ran the flat of his tongue over your hole, causing a wild shiver to wreck your body. “seungkwan, seungkwan.”

your boyfriend responded by wrapping his lips around your hole and sucking, causing your cunt to clench and your back to arch. helplessly you grinded down, subconsciously seeking relief; seungkwan, ever the giver, provided, shoving his tongue back inside of you. 

seungkwan ate you out like a man parched, sucking your juices into his mouth and reverently searching for more. he ate you like a glutton, seemingly never filled, his tongue rolling along and inside your cunt endlessly, never relenting. 

your hips were constantly moving, rolling down onto his face. seungkwan’s nose kept bumping against your clit, every nudge causing your nerves to jump and your body to sink further on top of him, seeking out the electricity that only seungkwan seemed to be able to provide. 

his arms relaxed for a moment, moving to hook around your thighs. seungkwan shifted you up and off of him. you glanced down. 

your boyfriend was absolutely covered in your cunt juices, from his nose to his chin. his face was a deep red form the effort he was putting into devouring you, lips gleaming and puffy. seungkwan’s eyes were dilated, trained on your pussy still. he brought one of his hands to his face, wiping at his nose. 

his fingers came away covered in your juices. seungkwan hummed, sticking them into his mouth and suckling. 

“seungkwan,” you groaned, brow furrowing. you released your hold on the headboard to reach down and tug at his hand, drawing it from his mouth with a crude pop. “don’t. ‘s dirty.”

“no more dirty than eating out your pussy, baby,” he replied. nonetheless seungkwan hook his arms back around your thighs, squeezing as he tried to coax you back into sitting on him. “i’m not done, angel. sit back down.”

slowly you returned to your -- in seungkwan’s opinion -- rightful spot. immediately his mouth was on your cunt again, acting as if your hole was your mouth, kissing it and making out with it. he was worshiping your pussy, eating from it, ravishing it. 

seungkwan moved his arm from around you, his fingers skimming down the curve of your ass. he slid his hand between your body and his face, fingers poking at your hole. 

you couldn’t help the loud moan of approval that left you, nor could you help the way you immediately grinded down on his fingers. he slipped one inside your hole, and you were quickly overcome with the feeling of hunger. 

you clenched down on his fingers, searching for some sort of relief from this famine that was coursing through you. his name was a mantra, your chants filling the room as his finger filled your cunt. 

“‘nother, kwan,” you gasped, lifting yourself off of his face and dropping back down on his finger. you repeated this, hips searching for something to satisfy your craving. “please, kwannie, another.”

seungkwan hummed against you, his lips busy mouthing at your clit. for a moment nothing happened, his tongue rolling over your clit and slurping at your pussy juices. 

then his second finger slipped in beside his first. you moaned, quickly moving so his fingers pressed against your core. seungkwan began curling his two fingers inside of you in tandem with the movement of his tongue on your clit, trying to coax you into an orgasm. 

but you were hungry now, and it would take more than just two of his fingers and tongue to satiate you. 

“more, kwannie,” you begged, bracing yourself on the headboard. you continued to move your hips along the length of his fingers, your cunt so wet that they practically glided. “another, kwannie. another, another, please.”

seungkwan the arm wrapped around you to lift you, shifting his hand beneath you, then he hooked three of his fingers against your hole, tugging, and you couldn’t help the cry that escaped you. 

“that’s it,” he praised, pulling you back down so his nose was bumping along your pussy. “that’s a good angel.”

your whole body seemed focused on your cunt, concentrating on these points of contact between you and your boyfriend. you couldn’t think anything other than him, couldn’t sense the headboard you were grabbing or the blankets beneath your knees. you could only feel his fingers sliding along your walls, pressing down on your core, his tongue flicking at your clit. 

then seungkwan adjusted, moving and wrapping his mouth around your clit. he sucked once, twice, three times, your loud moans music to his ears, and you were collapsing against the headboard, body sagging as your orgasm finished. 

seungkwan tapped your thighs, reminding you that he was still beneath you. you shifted, moving throwing out your leg so you were no longer straddling him. you leaned back against the headboard, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath. 

a dirty popping noise had you opening your eyes. seungkwan was perched on his knees in front of you, his erection red and straining against his stomach. he was wiping his face with his hand, pressing his fingers into his mouth and sucking your juices off of his digits. 

you watched, weary, as your boyfriend noticed your gaze and stopped sucking. a slow little grin overtook his face, and then he was grabbing you. 

seungkwan pulled you flat against the bed, wrenching open your thighs. you gasped, eyes wide, as seungkwan pressed himself back between your legs. “seungkwan, what are you --”

“‘m not done yet, angel,” he promised, pressing his face back into your cunt. he immediately latched his mouth around your hole, suckling and tonguing. 

still sensitive from your orgasm, your back arched and your legs flail about. seungkwan growled against your cunt, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pressing them down to the bed. 

“be still, baby,” he said, his mouth pressing against your pussy, his every word sinking into you. your cunt gushed around him in response, and his tongue quickly began lapping up your juices. 

you couldn’t do anything other than toss against him, body wriggling as overstimulation set in. you were aware of the blankets twisting around your body, of how your hands were constantly scrambling against them in an attempt to get some sort of hold. you were aware of how his tongue plunged into you rapidly, how his fingers flexed against your thighs and pressed into them, tattooing his mark onto your skin. 

seungkwan lifted his head from your cunt. he was drenched once more. he ran his tongue around his mouth, gathering your slick. you watched as he swallowed your juices, watched as his throat worked. 

then he leaned back over your cunt, pursing his lips. a wad of spit dropped from his mouth to your pussy, mixing with your juices. 

your eyes flew shut and you threw your head back, the image of your boyfriend spitting on your cunt replaying. the way his bangs obscured his eyes, how his lips, red and puffy from his devotion to your pussy, curled before he spat.

his hands went to your body, kneading into your thighs. seungkwan’s mouth pressed a kiss to your stomach and then he was trailing a path of kisses down, lips gentle as he returned to your cunt. 

seungkwan pressed more spit from his mouth to your cunt, using the wetness to slide three of his fingers back in. your body accepted them greedily, and it was only a matter of time before another orgasm washed over you, his fingers eagerly drawing it out. 

you couldn’t do much more than lay there as seungkwan pressed a final kiss to your clit, your body jerking in response. he sat up, leaning back. seungkwan reached between your thighs and gathered your slick on his hand. he then wrapped his hand around his leaking dick, hissing at the contact. 

even though you were exhausted, you couldn’t help but watch as seungkwan jerked himself off. he pressed his lips together, trying to muffle his moans, trying to keep his climax at bay. 

you splayed your legs. “kwannie,” you called, beckoning. “here.”

seungkwan shuffled to kneel between your thighs. he collected more of your juices and returned his hand to his dick. seungkwan then pressed his other hand next to you, using it to guide his body down so he could rest his stomach on your breasts. you wrapped your arms around him, holding him, fingers playing with his hair. 

you didn’t see it when he came, but you felt it. his entire body stiffened save for his hand, which was working furiously over his dick. seungkwan’s moans and groans were loud, just as loud as yours were. 

when he was done, seungkwan pressed a kiss to your chest and pulled away. his cum had joined yours between your thighs, thick white stripes painting your skin and the blanket between. 

seungkwan laughed breathlessly, his hands skimming over your thighs. “angel, your cunt --”

“no more,” you begged, flinging your head back against the bed. seungkwan’s laughter was loud this time, and he pitched forward to press a kiss to your throat. “seungkwan, you’ve wrung me dry, i swear.”

“we both know that’s a lie,” he chuckled, kisses chaste against your skin. “but i’ll ignore it for tonight.”

seungkwan settled into your hold, your skin sweaty and sticking to his. you were content like that for a few moments, holding your boyfriend, brushing his hair back away from his face and gazing into his honey-sweet eyes. 

“i love you,” you murmured, hand holding his cheek. 

“i love you, angel,” he returned, turning and pressing a kiss into your palm. 

seungkwan’s phone ringing pierced the air, and your boyfriend was muffling a whine into your body. you laughed, pushing him away. “better go answer that, kwannie.”

seungkwan sighed, flopping to the side. the phone stopped its ringing, only to pick up again. he swung himself off of the bed, movement sluggish as he crossed into the bathroom. you watched his legs as he walked, watched them flex; your eyes then caught sight of his ass, and immediately you felt your mouth water. 

“fuck,” seungkwan’s curse brought you out of your daydream. you went to your elbows, concerned. he exited the bathroom, eyes wide and frantic, phone still ringing. “it’s seungcheol! he’s worried because you aren’t picking up your phone and you quit the game suddenly and he texted and said he’s on his way and he’s going to take one look at us and know!”

you sat up completely, wincing at the mess between your thighs. “know what? that you’re some pussy hungry demon?”

seungkwan flew about the room, grabbing the discarded towel he had used for his hair. he went about drying off his body, trying to get as much sweat off of himself as possible. “this isn’t funny, y/n! holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck --”

“i’ll get dressed --”

“no!” he whirled on you, pushing you back onto the bed. “you look like -- well you look like you’ve just been fucked. you just stay here and pretend you’re not here.”

“ah, yes,” you began dryly. seungkwan hurried to the closet, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and hurriedly pulling them on. he stumbled a big, falling against the wall. “i’m totally not in my apartment that i signed the lease on at ten at night.”

“you’ve got it!” seungkwan praised. he launched himself across the bed, reaching out for you and pressing a kiss to your lips. 

then someone -- seungcheol -- was knocking at the apartment door, and seungkwan flew off of you. he fell of the bed, the noise loud and thunderous. 

he was out of the bedroom in a flash, his feet slapping against the hard floors as he ran for the door. you could hear him, his voice high and frantic and not at all concerning, as he greeted seungcheol. 

you could hear seungcheol’s voice, as deep as it was, all the way from your bedroom. “is everything okay, seungkwan? i was playing with y/n and suddenly they disappeared. i tried getting a hold of them, but there’s no answer from their phone.”

“ah!” seungkwan shouted, voice shrill. “they’re just uh -- they fell down the stairs and dropped their phone and it smashed!”

well, you thought, flopping back on the bed, you could either have a boyfriend who gave amazing head, or you could have a boyfriend who was a good liar. you couldn’t have both. 

[espinosaurusrexex]

Im not sure how this works but can I request Steve for the secret admirer bingo square if it's still available? I can just picture him being so sweet and thoughtful with notes and gifts or drawings. Thanks<3

Oh, this was such a cute idea! I don't know if I did it justice with the little piece I created. I hope you enjoy anyway. 💗

Secret Admirer (Bingo Game)

!BINGO ASKS CLOSED!

College!SteveRogers x Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: fluffy, shy Steve, just very sweet

✨ college steve playlist ✨

A small knock on your dorm room door and another piece of paper slipped through the gap at the bottom of it. It wasn’t the first one you’ve gotten. It happened all the time, to be honest. Sometimes it was a note, saying something along the lines of ‘You look beautiful today’ or ‘You make me smile’. Sometimes it was little drawings, hasty sketches but laced with so much precision, you could really see the talent behind it. And they were all signed by ‘Grant’. 

It was super sweet, but the problem was, you didn’t know a Grant. 

The first time it had happened was a Friday, about two months ago. Wanda had picked up the paper on her way to the closet and handed it to you with a smirk. 

“Wo’s Grant?” She had teased with excitement, thrilled to finally see you getting yourself out there again. But her face had fallen when you answered with an equally surprised look on your face. “I don’t know who Grant is.”

By now, you had gotten used to the little messages you received almost regularly, even missing them a little when ‘Grant’ had not sent you anything that day. It was exciting to figure out the mystery of your secret admirer, as Wanda had proclaimed, you wanted to know who it was. Who wouldn’t, right? 

But you had no idea. And after another two weeks of Wanda obsessively searching for your secret messager, you slowly began to give up, just enjoying the little gifts and accepting the forever unknowing of this mystery. You made peace with it. And besides, it wasn’t like the people you wanted would want you back, anyway. There was this one cute guy in your elective class, Steve Rogers, but he was kind of ignoring you. And who would blame him, you’ve heard many people talk about how cute he was, he had plenty to choose from. The people you’ve seen him hang out with on campus were very hot, too. And super nice. But they never held anything more than small talk with you. 

You weren’t very lucky when it came to relationships and dating. Which was why it was so nice to have those little messages passed under your door from time to time. It showed you that you weren’t totally undesirable. Which you weren’t. There had been one guy that had asked you out last semester but he was a total weirdo. And then there was A girl named Yelena, but she just disappeared halfway through the date - said there was an emergency, well, you knew what that meant. 

So yeah, to say you were lost was an understatement. Which was why you resumed pining for the hunky blonde in your class that smiled at you from time to time. Today, you had said class again and after yet another uneventful lecture, your professor had asked each of his students to sign up for the fundraiser he organized this semester. And as you stood in line, someone suddenly tapped your shoulder. 

“You dropped this.” You turned and came face to face with Steve who was holding a pen out to you. You were frozen for a second, just looking into his blue eyes and fighting not to get lost in them. 

“Oh, thank you.”

“No worries.” He smiled and then looked away, almost shyly.

You turned back and made another step as the line in front of you got shorter. But your mind was racing, your hand clenching the pen in your hand as you thought about the tiny interaction with Steve. This was your chance, right? He was literally standing right behind you. 

You turned around again. “Steve, right?”

A small smile snuck on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly, “Uh... yeah. And you’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah... hey I don’t want to come off weird or anything, but would you maybe wanna grab a coffee with me?”

“Now?” He asked surprised. 

 You laughed nervously. “Well, preferably after we signed up. I’m not standing in this line for fun.”

Steve chuckled as he bit his lip and it was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen. “I would love to.” 

Now you were smiling like an idiot as you turned around to hide the little fist bump in excitement. You would mess this up, this was your chance! You stood next to Steve as he leaned over the table to write on the sign-up sheet. 

“Do you have a favorite coffee shop?”

“Stan’s place is nice,” you mumbled with your arms crossed, glancing over the way Steve carefully signed his name down. 

“I’ve heard of it...” He said concentrating, but you were too distracted by the name he scribbled on the dotted line beneath yours. 

Steven Grant Rogers

Could it be? Your heart began to race as you saw the way the G curved on the page. It was engraved into your memory by now. This was the ‘Grant’ you had been seeing for weeks, scribbled at the bottom of countless messages. 

“Your..,” you began, but your throat felt dry. “Your middle name is Grant?” Your voice had done a weird squeaky thing at the end of your question, and when Steve stood up straight to look at you again, his smile faded. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah... I’m just a little surprised. I’ve been getting some messages lately.” You told him carefully. Curious as to what his reaction would be. It seemed as though Steve realized, at that moment, just what you had discovered. And to your surprise, the too-cool-for-you facade you had prescribed him fell off his body like a curtain. He was blushing, his hand immediately rubbing at his neck, but he couldn’t hide it anymore. 

Quite frankly, you didn’t know what to do with the revelation. Secretly, you had wanted it to be Steve. But at the same time, the person you had crafted in your head with the help of the notes and drawings, didn’t match the man standing in front of you. It was confusing and exciting, and scary, and nice.

“Uhm, I guess there’s no use to pretend anymore, is there?” He asked embarrassed and your heart fluttered. 

“I... I thought you never noticed me.”

Something hushed over his eyes then. It was gone as soon as it had come, but it made Steve look sad. “Never noticed you? You’re all I ever think about. I just didn’t know how to tell you...”

“Oh.” You smiled, willing your giddy heart to calm. 

You were quiet for a moment, and Steve was fidgeting with his arms, trying to place them somewhere else. And when he finally settled on holding his elbows in front of his chest, his biceps bulging and drawing your attention, he spoke. “So, about that coffee,” he pressed his lips into a line nervously, “can we make it a date?”

You bit your lip while chuckling slightly. “I would love to.”

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A Lolita Fashionista

A Lolita Fashionista

Persona 4

Yosuke Hanamura x reader

wc: 1,580~

Notes: Reader is alluded to be a part of the investigation team, reader is alluded to have encountered their shadow self, Yosuke being a dork, trash cans, Teddie being his obnoxious self, thank you so much for requesting this anon I enjoyed writing this a lot :D sorry it took a long time for me to write!

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Lolita fashion is something you love, and you’re not afraid to show it. 

You love how the cute dresses make you feel, and the sweet compliments you receive from others.

Although, getting dressed does take a bit of time. You always make sure you look your best before leaving your home for the day, and that includes makeup.

The best part of your day is when Yosuke’s eyes light up in recognition as he spots you from afar.

Unfortunately for his bike, and him, this results in him crashing his bike into the nearest trash can.

For the third time this week.

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“Y/n! Oh, it’s so good to see you! I see you’re all decked out as usual.” Yosuke’s lips form a goofy grin as he slowly walks around you, admiring the cute bonnet on your head in the process.

“So, what’s the plan for today guys?” After Chie speaks up, the rest of the investigation team begins chatting amongst themselves. Yosuke continues to stand beside me, and he subtly grabs a hold of my arm.

He not so subtly motions for me to follow him, and so I do.

Kanji notices us separating from the group so he decides to voice a farewell. “Yo, Yosuke! Let me know how it goes. Watch out for that trash can next to you.” Kanji’s booming voice draws the attention of the others to our direction, and Yosuke’s cheeks burst in an explosion of red.

My cheeks flush as well, and I pray it goes unnoticed.

“Shut up moron, I can see the trash can! …but thanks.” Yosuke bashfully mutters the last part. He makes a quick escape with me in tow as Chie and Teddie’s teasing remarks reach my ears.

I wonder what Kanji means by ‘let me know how it goes?’

Aw well, this is my chance to impress Yosuke! I train my eyes on the back of Yosuke’s fluffy head as I recall the many times he’s made his love for Rise known. It doesn’t particularly bother me… okay, maybe it does. The girls Yosuke talks to or about clearly have little to no interest in him.

But I do! Why doesn’t he talk about me like that?

My thoughts continue in that direction until I accidentally bump into Yosuke’s back.

“Oof!” I step backwards and hope my makeup didn’t smudge on him. “Whoops, my bad! I should’ve given you a warning haha, but well, here we are!” Yosuke nervously gestures to…

I hope my face expresses the utter disappointment I feel; I stare into Yosuke’s eyes as he gestures to the Junes in front of us.

You have got to be kidding me.

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“Yosuke, look.” I gesture to the trash cans in the aisle, and Yosuke gives me a similar deadpan look to the one I gave him a few moments ago.

I giggle as I flash a teasing grin in his direction. I relish the way his eyes gleam with that familiar sparkle of adoration. “All jokes aside, are you alright? That’s the third time this week you’ve fallen into a trash can.” Yosuke awkwardly coughs into his fist at my words, and he attempts to laugh it off.

“Haha, right right. Well um, thanks for the concern Y/n. I really appreciate it, but as you can see I am a-okay!” Yosuke comically tries to flex, which results in one of the trash cans knocking against his arm and almost falling into the aisle.

Before it can hit Yosuke I quickly hold the edge of it and gently push it back into place.

Phew, thank you, fast reflexes!

Yosuke looks at me in astonishment as I let out a sheepish chuckle. I notice a small cut on his hand, and I step forward to take a closer look. Yosuke’s eyes follow my line of sight, and he quickly hides his hand behind his back.

“Yosuke, do you have-“ “Oh, look! It’s the clothing aisle! Come, let’s see if they have anything similar to the lolita dresses you always wear. You look so pretty in them, it’d be a shame not to check right?” Before I can fully process his sweet compliment Yosuke gently grasps my hand in his as he guides me to the clothing section.

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“Oh my gosh Yosuke, look!” The clothing section did in fact have lolita clothes, somehow, and I’m currently gushing over a cute petticoat I found in the clearance section.

“You’ll look beautiful in that petticoat, you should get it.” I abruptly look up when Yosuke’s soft voice reaches my ears, and my breath catches when his eyes meet mine.

I see evident affection in his warm brown eyes, and it acts as a magnet as I lean in closer to him. Yosuke leans in towards me as well, and we stare into each other’s eyes in silence for a few moments.

“Yosuke, how did you know there would be lolita clothes here?” Yosuke chokes on air after I ask my question, and I gently pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. After he recovers from his abrupt coughing fit, he avoids looking at my face as he speaks.

“Well, I may or may not have been interested in the cute clothes you wear, so… I looked into it. I have to say, it was very interesting to read all about lolita fashion. I also may or may not have convinced my father to bring in lolita clothes to sell at Junes, but he only agreed to sell some on clearance and see how that goes.” Yosuke sheepishly looks anywhere but at me. I’m glad he’s looking anywhere but at me so he can't see the way my bottom lip quivers.

Yosuke did this for me? That’s beyond thoughtful, and really considerate. He even looked into lolita fashion because of me!

“Yosuke, I…” I place a hand on Yosuke’s arm, and he slowly turns his head to look at me. We’re still standing close to each other, and my heart pounds against my chest as Yosuke takes in my expression. He slowly closes his eyes as he leans in closer to me, and I close my eyes in anticipation.

Yosuke’s soft lips brush against my own, and a soft sigh escapes my lips as he fully presses them against mine.

“Sensei, look! Yosuke finally did it! Yosuke finally-“

I feel Yosuke flinch, but despite that he takes his time before pulling away. I giggle as we both turn to look in the direction of a familiar voice.

I burst into laughter as Teddie comically gets yanked back into the cleaning aisle by his collar, and his loud complaints quickly fade away as Chie loudly scolds Teddie for blowing everyone’s cover.

Yosuke and I look back at each other, and it only results in me laughing harder as he groans in annoyance.

“I swear I’m going to kill him later.”

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Yosuke ends up buying the petticoat for me despite my humble protests, and I’m practically glowing with joy as I hold the Junes bag close to my chest.

“Sorry about Teddie Y/n, that bear doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.” I dismiss Yosuke’s apology with a smile.

“No worries Yosuke! Besides, I enjoyed our kiss.” Yosuke’s face displays a goofy grin and gleaming eyes as my words reach his ears. “Oh, right. I wanted to ask you earlier, but...” Yosuke slowly stops walking, and I follow suit.

Yosuke turns to face me as the tips of his ears sport a pretty blush.

“Y/n, I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you these last few months. I also love everything I’ve learned about you, including the parts of yourself you don’t like. So, I was wondering if you’d…” Yosuke’s eyes fix on something behind me, and he shoos whatever it is away with a few frantic flicks of his hand.

I turn to look behind me, but Yosuke quickly grabs my shoulders and pulls me towards him.

“Will you be my girlfriend Y/n?”

“H-huh…” My eyes widen at his unexpected question, and my heart flips in my chest.

My lack of a response causes Yosuke to fidget in place, but he doesn’t push me for an answer right away.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather my thoughts. 

It’s honestly hard to believe this isn’t a dream.

Once my eyes open again, I quickly press a chaste kiss to Yosuke’s lips. I giggle when I pull away and his lips eagerly chase after mine. 

“You haven't heard my answer yet, you know?” Yosuke mutters something incomprehensible under his breath before he’s pulling me in for another kiss.

“Sensei, look! Yosuke’s about to get lucky!”

Yosuke ignores Teddie’s obnoxiously loud speculation as he gently runs his hands down my back to rest against my waist.

Once he does pull away, he glares daggers at who I assume is the investigation team behind us.

“You guys really don’t know how to be subtle, huh? Good thing spying isn’t a requirement in the investigation team.” Yosuke grumbles.

I boisterously laugh at his annoyance and softly pat his shoulder to placate him. “If you were still wondering, my answer is yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend, Yosuke Hanamura.”

The pure elation on his face is enough to cause a goofy smile to present itself on my lips.

[shipmistress9]

Made to Order - 2

Chapter 2 of my fluffy Bakery AU. Enjoy. 🥰

AN: I made a detailed plan about what needed to happen in this second chapter. And after finishing off point one of four, the chapter was already twice as long as the first chapter. 😆 So I decided to split it into more chapters. Currently, the count says five chapters, but depending on how former chapter three plays out, it could still get longer.

(Previous Chapter) (AO3)

. o O o .

When noon approaches the next day, I don’t know how to feel. Which in itself is already ridiculous. She’s nothing special, just another customer. There is no reason at all to feel anything, and certainly not this weird mixture of looking forward to and at the same time dreading seeing her again.

And yet, when I hear the entrance bell ring, I suck in a sharp breath, my heart racing. “Just a minute,” I call over from where I’m busy passing raspberries through a sieve. It could be anyone, but somehow I know it’s her. It’s like something tugging at my mind, pulling me toward her.

Ridiculous!

She’s just another customer, I remind myself again. Nothing special. Grinding my teeth, I finish off this batch and place everything into the fridge for later before cleaning my hands and walking over into the front room.

Fuck, she’s even prettier than my memories made me believe.

I give myself a moment to watch her as she meanders through my shop, gazing at all the decorative cakes with those inquisitive eyes, before I make a deliberate noise to draw her attention. “Hello again,” I greet her, enjoying her little blush at the reminder of how we skipped any greetings yesterday.

“Hey,” she greets back, and her little smile is already enough to make me lose my sanity. “Thanks again. For squeezing my order in and meeting with me on such a short notice.”

I force myself to shrug and reach for my work notepad to give my hands something to do and myself the chance to regain my composure. What in Amari’s name is happening to me? “Don’t say that until you got the bill,” I joke, earning a tiny snort from her, then invite her over to the small alcove where I set up a comfortable sitting area exactly for these conversations. “But let’s get started, I have a lot to do.” It’s only half true. I do have a lot to do, but I’m also eager to talk to her. Eager to have this meeting over. I don’t even know.

“Can I get you something to drink? A coffee? Tea? Water?”

She’s not getting any special treatment here, I have to remind myself. Offering customers something to drink is just common practise. I’m not trying to impress her.

But why does it feel like I want to?

“A coffee would be wonderful,” she all but sighs. “I barely slept last night. Ah, one sugar and a drop of milk, please?”

I nod and try not to examine her too closely as I prepare her cup. She does indeed look tired, exhausted even, dark shadows under her eyes marring her beautiful face. And are her eyes bloodshot? Did she cry?

And that is none of my fucking business.

Just like it is none of my business how sweet she sounds practically moaning after her first sip of coffee.

“Okay, first things first,” I focus on getting back into professional mode as I start a new order form on my tablet. “Your name?”

“Violet Sorrengail.”

I type in her name on the attached keyboard. “All right, Ms. Sorrengail, for how many—”

“Just Violet, please. I’m sick of formalities.” She throws me a pleading smile that does weird things to my heart.

So much for my professionalism.

But at least calling her by her first name shouldn’t be a problem. Just everyday routine, whatever makes the customer more comfortable.

“Sure. Violet. And I’m Xaden, by the way.” I hold out my hand for a formal handshake. As a lark, I remind myself. Not to feel her skin.

Chuckling, she takes it. “Hello, Xaden. Nice to meet you.”

Nice indeed…

I pull my hand back quicker than I should, but she doesn’t seem to mind, and I quickly turn back to my tablet. “Okay, now that that’s settled, we should first pin down some basic information. How many people are going to be at your wedding? How big does this cake need to be?”

Violet snorts, humourless, and shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter.”

I blink. “Pardon?”

She sighs. “‘When the Colonel’s son marries, there will be too many people for just one cake.’ And yes, that is a quote.“ She rolls her eyes. “But yeah, this cake isn’t supposed to be for every guest. There will be countless other deserts. This cake is just… just the centrepiece. Just a symbol, you know? For the show of cutting the wedding cake. So it doesn’t need to be big, just… impressive.”

I raise my eyebrows but try to hide it by making another note into the order form and mutter, “No pressure.”

“Ah, it’ll be fine. From what I see here, even the Colonel will be more than satisfied.” Another roll of her eye.

I get the distinct impression that she’s not the biggest fan of her future father-in-law.

“Well, if we’re talking about ‘impressive’ I do have ideas.” Liam will be ecstatic when he can get creative with gum paste on the clock again. That reminds me though… “There is, however, the question of the budget. How much do you want to spend on this wedding cake that is mostly for show?”

At that, Violet’s face turns into what can only be described as a devious smile. “Since ‘Daddy’ is paying for it all, Dain told me there is no budget limit. We can go completely overboard here.”

Without my help, I let out a whistle. I bet she didn’t get to mention that when she enquired at the other bakeries. But I won’t complain.

“Okay, I have an idea for this cake,” I say as I search through some files. “How about you tell me a bit about you and… what was his name? Dain? For long have you known each other? How did you meet?” Just to get a feeling for them, I remind myself.

A shadow flickers over her face, sorrow and pain, and for a heartbeat I wonder whether I got something wrong. But before I can be sure, her expression settles on a soft smile, her gaze drifting off as she dives into her memories.

“We’ve known each other since forever,” she says, quietly, the smile around her lips growing warmer. “Or that’s what it feels like, at least. We’re both from military families, you see, and since we were five and six years old, our parents were always stationed together. We moved often but no matter where we went, Dain and I always had each other. He’s my best friend, and…” She chuckles, shaking her head. “And ever since I was eight years old or so, I regularly imagined marrying him, how our wedding would be, the whole thing.”

The smile comes easy onto my lip at her words. No matter what impression I got from her, maybe she’s happy after all. “And is it everything you dreamed of now?”

At that, she snorts, more humourless. “Not exactly.” She sighs and shakes her head, her eyes fixed on her hands. On a ring that seems pretty—but to my eyes looks more like cheap costume jewellery. “He gave me this ring when he ‘proposed’ to me,” she adds as she notices me starring. “In fifth grade.” She chuckles again, though with an edge this time. “Silly, isn’t it?”

This time, my smile is more forced. “I’ve heard sillier stories,” I say truthfully. I do wonder, though. Is she only going through with this wedding because she feels indebted to a promise she made when she was ten? Because despite her story, she still doesn’t seem happy.

But, again, it’s not my business. It shouldn’t matter to me whether they’re just going through a rough patch or will be miserable for the rest of their lives. It mustn’t matter to me.

“All right, here’s a suggestion,” I say, getting back to business. “When all you need is a few pieces for the wedding couple and presumably the closest family, best man, maid of honour and such, then that’s easy to do. No issue at all. And the decoration, we can prepare in advance over the next two months. Me and my coworker,” I explain at her curiously cocking her head. “So, what we can do is make a huge cake stand of sorts, one that looks like the cake actually has many layers. Three, five, seven, you name it. They’d only be fake, only styrofoam for example, but decorated to look exactly like the cake layer at the top.”

Violet wrinkles her nose for a second but then nods. “Yeah, that sounds just perfect.”

Perfect for people who value appearance over reality, I want to add, but I bite back that comment. I really don’t want to make her feel any worse about her own wedding. Instead, I add this information to the order form as well, then move on to the next steps.

“Okay, then I have a few more questions. For once, what kind of style do you want for this cake? Romantic? Flowers? Modern? Abstract? Is there a specific theme for this wedding? Some colour palette to work with?”

I glance up at her and am surprised to see her getting ready to leave. “Is something wrong?”

She shakes her head, not looking in my direction, but she sounds tight when she answers. As if she’s fighting back tears. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just… I need to go. I’m sorry.” She hesitates, then scribbles something on a piece of paper. “This is my number. Could you send me a list of all information you still need? I’ll coordinate with Dain and then get back to you.”

“Sure, no problem,” I say slowly, confused at her sudden mood change. Within seconds, she’s at the door and out of my shop, and as I follow her with my eyes along the windows, I see her wiping her eyes with her hands. So she is crying.

A bit stunned, I clear the table, all movements mechanical as I go through our conversation and try to figure out what upset her. I’m used to customers getting emotional but this was… different. All day, I keep thinking about her, ignoring the memories of her smiles, how her lips would tilt upwards and her eyes sparkle, and instead focussing of what she said. But no matter how many times I replay our conversation in my mind, I can’t find an explanation for her behaviour. So it must have been something else.

After closing off the shop, I send her the list she asked for, including questions about allergies and intolerances, which filling they would prefer, the usual. She doesn’t reply, but I didn’t expect her to. Not when she first has to talk to her fiancé and probably other family members since I doubt they already have put much thought into this.

There’s no reply when I close the shop the following day, either, but I remind myself that’s not unusual. Organising a wedding is a lot of work and not everything can be done within a day or two.

For nearly a week, I hear nothing from Violet Sorrengail. I debate contacting her, asking whether her order still stands. Whether she’s okay. But I decide against it. Inquiring after her personal life, that would be overstepping a line.

And I’m already doing too much of that when it comes to her.

Next Chapter

[zhongrin]

I will ramble . And YOU KNOW about WHAT.

Rin. Rin look. Rin. RIN. I PLANNED TO LIVE HAKWJEBSJKAKWKWBB jakwkenbsa Rin I mean I help I am blushing so much help I can feel it RIN I AM A TOMATO. RIN. (I will gatekeep this for some time nakwhdbskak)

Please I'm. Pleas.s how fit it also fits. I MEAN how good it also fits considering it was our 5 month anniversary yesterday and and him getting something for me and I'm getting something for him and and jqkwjdbjwkw *dies*

HELLO hakejdbjkk these flowers are so beautiful wjkwjebwjw I'm I'm blushing so much I'm wjwlejebjwkw idk if I am biased but they lwk look like lilies but no way since this would mean he .. gifted me my favorite flowers.. I'm..- nO WAY- JAKWJDBWKWKWBBW

You drew the feathers so beautifully 🥹💕 they look so fluffy and realistic!! they also fit very well hehe :3 jwkwjdbsnwm.. 💕💕❤️❤️

*inhales*. Now. To him. PLEASE the lil blush Rin ogmndhwjwjbw this is so sweet hello RIN RIN AJKWHDBSJKWK OGMGMGMGMJSJWKWJW his eyes his gaze his expression Rin.. everything about this is so soft my heart is melting and I am blushing.. ajkwjebebwjkw !! You drew his hair so cjlwjwbakjq !! I wanna ! Run my fingers through it 🥹❤️❤️❤️ and the clothes and the details omg AND HIS WINGS OGMFMSNJWJ HELLOOOOO I wanna stroke them 🥹🥹 Rin !! You're !! AHHHHHH AJQLDBJSKW you drew him so amazingly 💕❤️💕❤️💕💕❤️

Hskwjebwjkw Rin.. jxksjshs the way you draw please it jqkwjdbjwkw it's always so cute and and jqkwjdbjwkw it warms my heart and >/////< !! I appreciate it so much please 🥹💕❤️💕❤️❤️ sjwkjebsja I can't thank you enough 🥹❤️

*insert raccoon rubbing paws evilly* ehehhehhehehehhehe-

as always, feel free to gatekeep it as long as you want ᰔᩚ i'm glad it made you smile and blush :3

IT'S DESTINY I TELL YOU i suddenly wanted to draw hsr characters and i saw sunday's model and went 'hm yk what i'll bother vi about this' hskdjfklsdj

he was fun to draw! and i'm glad i managed to somehow convey the love and devotion and utmost adoration he has whenever he looks at you ᰔᩚ baivi and sunvi my beloveds ᰔᩚᰔᩚᰔᩚ thank you for giving me the chance to draw your hubbies!!

[nosnowballs]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ;;

what does your muse smell like?  Midori smells of the soft shampoo he uses with hints of earthiness ! Fresh dirt and vegetables scent lingers on him―the latter do have a smell to them albeit a subtle one ! The scent of lettuce and cabbage, for example, tend to be most recognisable, be it from him or his bag !

what do your muse’s hands feel like? Midori's hands match his body: one can notice they are not overly so, but still large with an especially strong grip contrasting his gentle character. Used to farmwork, they are slightly rugged to match his muscle strength, but are always well manicured and hydrated as he knows how important taking care of them is in his line of work.

what does your muse usually eat in a day? Lots of veggies, of course! Midori tends to have very average Japanese young man food taste, enjoying softer taste than spicy ones to highlight fresh ingredients. His meals are high in vegetables and legumes, where he can notice how good the products are. He tends to prefer hot, homemade and fresh meals, which make him a fan of Niki Shiina's cooking especially. His favorite meal, pizza, must have fresh dough cooked at the highest heat to remain fluffy and have the vegetables still have a gentle crisp to them !

does your muse have a good singing voice? Midori's singing is soft and gentle. One which brings a feeling of peace and calm, like a warm blanket, a lullaby to make you have sweet dreams. It does not reach high notes, but makes up for it with his natural charm.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? Midori's cynicism borderlining nihilism makes him a lot to be around. Sprinkling to it his casual expressions and even actions of ending his life, he can be quite pathetic and annoying to be around. If one has the tendency to dislike this sort of behavior, he is one who would not help his case at all. On the other side, when Midori loves something (cough Yuzuru's drawings cough), he can be overwhelming with his hyperfixation on how comforting mascots are for him, lashing out all his might onto his obsession which is the only thing that seems to soothe instinctively his depression.

what does your muse usually look like / wear? Midori wears modern, classic Japanese clothings. They are usually the comfortable type for ease of movement during farm and shop work, being akin to what, well, a modern farm boy would wear such as plaid and jackets. What makes Midori's style still fashionable are the trendy fits to his clothes, but he still rather have a timeless, simple attire even for his exclusive stage outfits. He may not be bold or flashy visually, but he is comfortable being himself.

is your muse affectionate? how much? how so? Not at all. He even despises it. Midori does not like showing that he cares ... because it would be him admitting it to himself, and this opens him up to feeling vulnerable and eventually hurt. This backfire into him acting quite mean and rude to others when he senses that his heart has feelings for them as he acts up. For those willing to give him a chance, Midori showing those emotions, any strong emotions, means he cares, and one needs to be patient with him.

what position does your muse sleep in? As shown by the best merch ever created*, Midori usually sleeps on his side, holding something soft close to him to make him feel safe, and is a deep, peaceful sleeper. Most likely he will wake up in the same position he fell asleep in.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? No. Atop of being very softspoken, Midori is timid and does not enjoy speaking up. He rather remain unnoticed. One needs to lean in a bit to fully hear everything he says, and even in Live where multiple characters are featured, it can be difficult to make up dialogue he says (such as his Merry Christmas SPP in Sweet Sweet White Song).

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Tagged by @awesomeuchuu Thank you very much this was fun!!! 💚💚💚

Tagging: @universalcrossover (Aira), @yaseinohyena, @assembledstars (Hiiro), @memoriastellarum (Hinata), @hytides (Yuzuru) 💚

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Omg I looove it! I didn't know you were a fellow Priestly/10 Inch Hero fan!! 💕

You know I never thought I would write for Priestly, as much as I liked the character, but after a friend encouraged me, I started sketching and completely fell in love with this adorable dork. 😂 I would so love to see you write something for him though!! If I get an idea for you, I'll shoot a prompt over to your inbox. 💜

Aww I'm so glad this story gave you all the feels!! 🥹 He's literally the sweetest most misunderstood weirdo, and I knew I wanted to pair with someone who saw that in him.

Lol honestly, if it's a gift you like and it doesn't hurt you too much, keep it. Full disclosure: my husband once received a fluffy pillow from an ex and it's my absolute favorite. I sleep on it every night and don't give a shit 😂

LOL I love that! And I totally agree. If it's not hurting you and you genuinely like that gift/it's become part of your routine, then why give it up?

But lmfaooo I'm so glad you liked that "ritual burning" (100% like Ross/Emily 🤣🤣) -- and of course, drawing the line at his dick. 🤣 That was a fan-favorite line, and I remember it really tickled me when I was writing it loll. And you can quote as much as you want, my lovely, I'm getting a kick out of all your reactions. 😝😝

Awww, he can relate after Tish. I honestly hated that he changed at the end of the movie. Like, whyyyyyy????? Tish would've liked him like he was, too?! What kinda message were they tryna send here? 🙈

Omfggggg I think this is all of our gripes with the ending. It felt like such a cop out, and frankly, a slap in the face to Priestly's character and Tish's supposed character growth. He shouldn't have felt the need to change when the whole point of the movie was to be your effing self. 🙄 It gave "Hollywood writing" for me.

Now I've died twice during one fic – noice 🤣🤣🤣 Also, I can relate with reader here. We've all been there and asked ourselves this very question 😂 And his response was GOLD 😆🫶

Ahaha I mean, amirite? 😂😂 I feel like I have this "if only" discussion with my best friend at least once a month. And lmfao that Solid Gold gif was perfect.~~

I honestly would love to meet Mr. & Mrs. Priestley and ask them tons of questions about how they raised such an awesome son 💙 Ooooo fic idea! Tell me how reader met his parents??? 🤓

Oh my Gooood, that's actually an awesome idea, and I don't think I've read anything like that before! Thank you for this. You're seriously making me want to play more in this world, with these two in particular. 💕

Oooh that's awesome that you both loved the angst, and that it took you by surprise! I didn't want to make the situation "too easy." But also gave a chance to explore the landscape of this sandwich shop post-breakup. And Ross/Rachel breakup vibes is exactly what I was going for! Since to me it seemed this group of employees were more like a little family, and Tish an integral part, so she wouldn't want to give that up in the "divorce" lol.

Ahaha yes the way Priestly and the reader had to dip out to avoid prying eyes was very much like Friends too. It's all just running in my subconscious at this point. 🤣

Aww, the ending was too sweet 🥹🥰 I love how shy they were around each other and that she essentially told him he should ask her out 😆 I'd honestly love to read more about these two! I adored this ❤️❤️❤️

Aww thank you so very much, Wayne!! I loved writing these two across both one-shots (which I see you read the original fic as well 🙏🏽). And you gave me an awesome idea to play with in the future!! 😘

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.” 

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail. 

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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HI SWEETIE!! ok so imagine the marauders taking care of gn!reader when they feel all subby. just a big fluffy cuddle fest with lots of loving and sweet words :((

puppy dreams || poly marauders x reader

word count; 1079

paring; remus lupin x sirius black x james potter x gender neutral reader

description; after a long day, you just needed your boys and maybe a special black dog.

warnings; established relationship, so much fuckin fluff dawg. gryffindor!reader. takes place in 7th year.

a/n; i originally wrote something completely different for this but then it got deleted so i’m sorry if this is all over. the padfoot part was inspired by one you wrote for me awhile back hehe

it was definitely one of those days.

‘one of those days’ being one where you couldn’t focus on your class work whatsoever. the only thing you could focus on was the thought of being taken care of by your boyfriends. it was a friday and you were just so ready to collapse into one of james’ bear hugs.

it was your last class of the day and you thanked the stars that you would be accompanied by remus. as he sat down, he noticed the familiar flush of your cheeks and glint in your eye. he picked up on how you were feeling almost immediately and placed a gentle chaste hand on your thigh. even that just made you whine quietly as you scooted closer to him. “hey dove, everything alright?” he whispered to you as he kept his attention to the front of the room as to not draw any attention to your fragile state. you nodded wordlessly and he let out a breath in response.

the class felt like an eternity and a half before you were booking it to the boys’ dorm, remus trailing close behind. as you made it up the stairs, remus was on your tail.

“love, slow down, sirius and james aren’t even back yet. they had-“

“muggle studies, i know.” you finished. you had all of their classes memorized before they all had to chance to. remus pursed his lips and nodded as he pushed open the dorm door. though you had your own dorm on the other side of the gryffindor tower, your boyfriends’ dorm had become your own. you tossed your bag onto the ground as you flopped onto remus’ bed; relishing in the scent of parchment and chocolate. you slowly undid your uniform and grabbed a nearby jumper. when you had finished changing, you were left in what you had assumed to be remus’ jumper and james’ boxers.

remus sat down next to you, still in his uniform but his cloak was hung up on his bedpost. he scooted up next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“how’re you feeling pumpkin?” he said in a whisper. all you could respond with was a whine as you curled up into his side. he shook his head. “i need you to use your words darling.” he said, a bit louder. “m’okay, jus’ needy.” you said quietly. he nodded and pulled you a bit closer if possible and before he could respond, james and sirius came tumbling into the dorm, their hair disheveled from the autumn wind. their eyes fell on the sight of you hiding your face from the noise and their expressions immediately softened. james kicked off his shoes and cloak as sirius pattered to the washroom. james sat on the other side of you and placed a hand in your hair, massaging your scalp lightly which earned him a quiet whine. “oh bunny,” he whispered, picking up right away what was going on inside that pretty head of yours.

he laid down and slid his arms around your waist from behind. he kissed your hair, then the back of your neck, then the spot behind your ear that always flushed you. “how was your day baby?” he whispered as remus’ hand rubbed your back like clockwork. “missed you.” you responded. he chuckled affectionately and pulled you from remus. he picked you up and you clung to him like a koala, resting your temple on his shoulder. he rubbed your back gently and kissed your hair. james was always the best good at making you feel good while you were in this headspace. by the time you felt yourself on the brink of falling asleep, it was quickly snatched away from you as sirius came out of the washroom. he was in one of his old quidditch sweaters and a pair of remus’ boxers. “give ‘em here.” he said to james as he took you from his hold.

you squeaked as sirius held you the same way james had, but closer. you might as well had called it a hug. he sat down on remus’ bed as james did the same. “how was puppy’s day?” he asked sweetly as he pulled you away from his chest to see your face. “good, missed you though.” you whispered quietly. he smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. your face almost went up in flames from how warm it was. your stomach lurched with butterflies as you buzzed with affection for the three boys you could call yours.

sirius chuckled affectionately at this and placed about half a dozen more kisses on your face. you giggled quietly and your head buzzed with excitement.

james whispered to remus; “they’re too far gone.” remus nodded in agreement and looked to sirius. sirius caught his eye and a wordless exchange took place. sirius placed you in remus’ lap and before you could protest, a large black dog appeared where sirius once was.

you giggled loudly and turned around in remus’ lap to pat padfoot’s head. “s’a doggy!” you said with a smile as you ran your fingers through his long silky fur. he barked and panted as he basked in the affection. you beamed as crawled out of remus’ lap and sat at the foot of the bed.

padfoot stood up and sniffed your face before he lapped your cheek. “siri!” you squeaked before rubbing behind his ears. he closed his eyes and his back leg kicked out of enjoyment. he laid down with his front half in your lap. you looked up at remus and james as they gazed at the two of you fondly. james’ arm rested around the lycanthrope’s shoulder. before you could watch any longer, padfoot pawed at your thigh. “sorry!” you giggled quietly as you continued scratching behind his ears. his canine eyes looked up at you and they screamed so many things at once; affection, love, and contentment. after a few more moments of massaging behind his ears, you laid down and wrapped an arm around him. padfoot’s eyes shut as his head rested on his paws. you fell asleep quicker than usual and remus placed a knitted blanket over the two of you. james placed a kiss on your cheek, and one of padfoot’s head. as your quiet snores filled the room, remus and james couldn’t take their eyes off of you.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 55 }

the king of domesticity.

vincent fabron (CHAMBER) x fem.reader

warnings: possibly OOC; impossibly soft chamber

lately, the agents of protocol have taken notice of the change seen within the skilled marksman known as chamber. had they taken a chance to take a peek into his private life, they would know why.

the young frenchman appeared happy, genuinely filled with a palatable joy as he seemed to waltz throughout his grand kitchen. normally, he'd hire a personal chef or two to prepare his favorite meals, however, today was different. he had given all of his cooks a day off and decided he wanted to cook and do something special for the woman he loved.

namely, you. his beloved girlfriend of 3 years and counting.

he couldn't describe how grateful he was to have you in his life, the sole source of happiness that kept him grounded. the one person he likened to his own personal sanctuary away from the violence of his work life at protocol.

chamber loved you. it was just as simple as that; and as a man irrevocably in love, it was his sole job and duty to make you happy and feel good. so here he was, cooking all your favorites while humming a love song, making sure nothing was burnt and that your favorite waffles were fluffy and decadent enough to your liking.

in just thirty minutes, he has the tray of breakfast prepared for you. with the plate of food set, he finishes it off with a glass of your favorite juice along with a single rose settled atop the tray next to the plate. chamber walks, almost with a bounce in his steps, the expensive soles of his dress shoes clacking against the marble floors while he made his way back to your shared bedroom.

with his back pressed against the door, he opens it fully with his weight and lets out a breathy sigh of your name. "mon amour, please wake up. i have something for you."

he watches you stir in bed, appearing disheveled with a hazy expression in your eyes. it takes you a few minutes to clear your vision, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands so that you could properly see him.

once you were able to recognize chamber's beautiful face, you began to perk up considerably, reaching out to him as you silently begged him for a kiss. his rich chuckle fills your ears, and you watch with anticipation when he sets your tray of breakfast down against the nightstand. he reaches down and grabs a strawberry covered with whipped cream, enticing you with the delectable fruit when he places it against your lips, "say ah, mon cœur."

you follow his command, opening your lips so he could place the achingly sweet fruit within your mouth. you bite down, feeling the juices and cream mix together in an almost addicting taste. only when you were lost in a delicious daze thanks to the food did chamber capture your lips in a searing kiss.

the passion he shows you was fervent. the way he slants his lips against yours as he kissed you was enough to take your very breath away, and you were given little choice but to hold on tightly to him when he suddenly locks you in his powerful arms.

after what felt like a mere seconds, chamber pulls away and let's out a deep sigh of your name. his voice was filled with yearning for you as he runs a hand up and down your arms, drawing comforting shapes against them while embracing you, "ah, you're distracting me my love. i had plans of spoiling you today, for i have made your favorite breakfast for you."

"oh? how sweet of you, vincent, thank you." but you weren't paying a bit of attention to the delicious spread chamber had prepared for you, becoming too preoccupied with pressing kisses against your lover's throat.

chamber shivers at the sensation of your lips against his skin, "please, my love, do not distract me, for i only want to make you happy."

"you can make me happy in other ways, my darling vincent." it's then that you gently bite down against the base of his throat, "you have made me happier in other ways, and i figured i could simply remind you, my king." cue you further teasing him by making yourself comfortable against his lap.

chamber groans upon hearing your nickname for him, immediately falling back in bed as he gave in to the desires of you, his beloved queen. after all, he figures he could always reheat your breakfast later once you were done with thoroughly loving him ♡

a.n. - i just recently hit 1K followers, and i don't deserve any of you amazing readers. thank you so much for reading and giving my stories a chance, i'll write something in celebration sometime in the future ♡

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[spider-jaysart]

Character option bingo

Might as well ask for the full super sons

Jon kent

@camo-wolf

Yesss! Jonno boy to complete it!✨

I am so normal about them:

He is also very much a character that I can't stop talking about when speaking to my sister (°¬°), he's also one of the one's that I just end up doodling and drawing all over my sketchbook because I love him so much (same with Damian)

I have so many headcanons about them:

Jon is one of those character that I need to make headcanons about because he's the type that I can just add so much to

A beast unleashed:

Jonny is a very tamed boy, yes, he definitely is, but once someone like Damian drags him into some wild shenanigans with them, then he too can become just as chaotic, though he still has his limits when unleashed

I literally would hug them:

I would just give him the biggest hug ever (I wouldn't do it to Damian though because then he would bite me...)

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it:

I don't like that DC forced Jon to age up instead of letting him grow and develop as a young character with his family and friends there to support him every step of the way and letting the fans get to do the same with him as well, letting them get the chance to grow with him more as well instead of just rushing it all and then just trying to throw him in as the "New" Superman, like I don't even feel ready to just be calling him the "New" Superman right now since I still see him as Superboy, like I always had thought that maybe one day when I got much older, then maybe I would actually see him being Superman or something else as a grown character with actual development, not right now in such a rush like how it was done

They sure do exist:

Canon what? I am sorry but Jon is still just only 10 years old, still enjoying his childhood life and is still happily living with his loving family, Clark, Lois, and Krypto and is still very close with his best friend Damian, so I do not know what you are talking about when you speak of this alternate story with an unnatural aged up Jon who just got lost in space and came back and became the new Superman, I am sorry but I just do not understand no matter how many times you tell me about it

That's a solid design right there:

Jon's outfit is a fun and cool one that also fits his style

If anything happens to them I will cry:

Kid!Jon is my sweet, innocent, fluffy boy that means no harm at all💗 so no one hurt him, please

Thanks for the ask! :D