#this is one of my favorite random moments

[bywonyo]

❪ TAKE A BITE ❫ ──────── feel the bite between my jaw , so tasty .

CUPRINS ❜ you let your favorite patient take a bite.

❪ ジェイク ❫ & f ! r ༒︎ 1OOO vampire au suggestive fluff yearning secret relationship ──警告 skinship blood kissing petnames (doll, baby)　❛ MUZEU ❜

愛´ཀ` ⦂ this is for my pretty lou hehehe ˊᗜˋ i will never get over vampie jake.. i went a tad bit insane writing this so please ignore all the grammar mistakes !

explaining your relationship with jake would be difficult. you were both at a remote hospital, jake being one of the few patients and you being his docter. desperate for a job, you applied for the suspicious job but you were unaware of the emotional rollercoaster that awaited you. what began as a regular job shifted into a dirty secret, a secret that no one could ever know.

you tiptoed carefully to avoid any noise, scanning around to check that there weren't any other employees. you always took the night shift, earning admiration from everyone. yet, beneath your sweet face, you had an odd routine at night.

you felt a fleeting pang of guilt for doing something so wrong, yet the thrill captivated you. sneaking into jake’s room at night, the sweet, hungry kiss he’d reward you with after he had a sip from the blood pack, and most of all, the electric feeling of his hand on your shivering skin.

you arrived at jake's room, clutching the blood pack tightly and slowly opened the creaking door. the sight before you made your chest tighten at jake looking so pale, looking as if the life had drained from him due to the lack of blood.

( ´ཀ` more under cut. )

you approached him, prompting him to sit up as you brought the blood to his lips. normally, he would eagerly drink it the moment it touched his lips, but today he remained still, refusing to take even a single sip — as if lost in thought.

“did i get the wrong type? i’ll head back,” you say, turning away from jake. as you walk off, a hand suddenly grasp’s your wrist, halting your steps and leaving you puzzled at jake’s random act.

jake gazes deep into your eyes, the room enveloping in silence. his lack of words only deepens your confusion, wondering what he wanted and what thoughts linger behind his gaze.

his pleading puppy eyes sparkled with desperation, making your knees tremble slightly. his sultry gaze then drifted down to your neck, and in that moment, everything clicked into place. the realization dawning that this was more than just a fleeting glance between you two.

your breath hitched as jake brought his large hand to your hair, delicately toying with the strands while his gaze remained fixed on your eyes, leaving your words stuck to your throat.

you brush your hair aside, revealing more of your bare neck. the moment your skin exposed, jake's thoughts spiral into chaos, overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of your sweet blood.

an intense urge to pounce on you overwhelms him from the scent, a powerful desire swelling in his chest. he struggles to restrain himself, his hands clutching the bedsheets as he fights against his dangerous urge, taking a deep breath.

“doll, don’t do that, please..” he murmurs, his thoughts swirling into emptiness as he feels himself falling apart, each second pulling him further from self-control. “go, please go,” he manages to mutter, feeling his fangs elongate. he bites down on his bottom lip to restrain himself, blood trickling from his soft lips — his struggle intensifing as temptation rises.

“jake, look at me.” after a few seconds, he slowly opens his eyes and meets your gaze. you gently wipe the blood from his lips with your thumb, causing him to hiss in pain from the sting of your touch, but he maintains his focus on you.

“take a bite.” his eyes widen in disbelief, revealing his sharp fangs as he parts his lips. “doll, it’ll hurt, don’t say that,” he warns, struggling to suppress the overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into your bare neck, his body burning with restraint.

“i’ve decided, jake, please…” you murmured in his ear, your warm breath intensifying his desire. his lips quivered, repeating desperate pleas for permission, each word dripping with need. the tension between you grew, electric and undeniable, as he waited for your next move.

you pull jake closer, his fangs sharpening as he inhaled the intoxicating aroma of your blood, the warmth of your neck inviting him to indulge in his instincts, yet he still hesitated.

as your lips brushed against him, he finally processed your desire for him, your need for his touch. with tenderness, he lifted you, gently laying you down on the hospital bed, a silent promise echoing in the space between you both.

his hand reaches for your smaller one, holding it tightly as he delicately brushes your hair aside further. the sight of your bare neck sending a shiver down his spine, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

he admires you, patiently waiting like a desperate puppy eager to cherish the moment. his gaze is fixed on you, moving slowly from your eyes to your waist, filled with longing, as he savors every second spent in your presence — addicted to you like a drug. he treats you like a porcelain doll, making you drown in his dulcet touch.

he takes a deep breath as he immediately connects his fangs to your bare neck, his plump lips brushing against your hot skin.

he bites down, gripping your hand tightly, in empathy for your pain-filled whimper. he delicately strokes your hair, life surging back into his veins, his energy rising while your’s wanes. concern fills jake's gaze as he watches you intently, swallowing your sweet blood.

he lets go of your neck, quickly checking your condition, his soft gaze observing every detail of your face. cupping your cheeks, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead as you exhale weakly, exhausted as the feeling of the fatigue of your weakened body wash over you.

“you did so well for me, doll..." he gently guides your body to rest atop his, your face nestling against his collarbone, feeling his warmth envelop you like a warm blanket.

he gently pulls you in for a hungry kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist to support you as he seats you on his lap. he chuckles at your near stumble backward, assuring you with a warm smile, his fangs slightly stained with red. “relax for me, baby. i got you”

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[badbihsemiluvr]

hi can you please make a jealous se-mi x fem! reader au like smut+some angst and fluff at the end for it like se-mi gets jealous when she sees reader talking or (whatever you prefer) with other girls but it’s just bcoz reader saw some random girl hitting on se-mi and se-mi didn’t right away turn off them so it ended up like se-mi showing that she only has eyes for reader with kinda rough s3x (but only if you’re comfortable with it!) no pressure at all and thanks in advance! your writing is saurr great!!!

jealousy is a drug 🚬 𖥔 ݁ ˖

semi (player 380) x fem reader

!! cw/tw !! 18+, dom semi x sub reader, flirting with other women, jealous + possessive semi, yelling/fighting, mentions of alcohol + cigarettes, car sex, rough sex, degrading, strap on usage (r! receiving), semi refers to her strap as her dick, semi calls the reader a slut often, reader crys during sex, oral (r! receiving), hickeys (giving + receiving), princess treatment once you get home <3

overview: your gf, semi has always been overprotective of you. especially when you talk to/have encounters with other women. but when she does it, it’s ok? jealousy is a two way street, so you decide to teach semi a lesson in jealousy during your night out at the club.

!! an !! hey guys this is a bit of a long one, so prepare urself. if u love toxic angsty smut this one’s for u. also!! this took me HOURS to write, because the entire smut portion got deleted after i spent 2 hours on it, i had a major crash out moment and got such bad writers block after that. anyways, regardless of that incident i feel like this is one of my best works yet, hopefully you guys enjoy it as much as i do! 🤞🏻

you and your girlfriend, semi, live very stressful lives. you guys are in severe debt so you live paycheck to paycheck. it’s rare the two of you have a night out to forget about all the worries of your world. but tonight, the two of you decided to go out to one of the craziest clubs in seoul, club pentagon.

you put on a white slip dress that looked angelic against your skin tone, and your favorite thigh high boots. semi’s glossy eyes were practically glued to your figure, she stared in awe.

“like what you see?” you say, a slight smirk forming on your lips. “mhmmm” semi hums, eyes still observing every inch of your body.

“isn’t that a little too scandalous to go out in?” semi says with a hint of protectiveness in her tone. “no i don’t think so, it’s a club everyone will be dressed like this.” you say with firmness in your voice, knowing you weren’t gonna change your outfit to make your girlfriend happy.

“let’s get going then.” semi said as she slides her hand behind your waist, leading you out the door. once you arrive to her car, she opens the door for you like the gentle man she is. she gets in the drivers seat shortly after.

semi cranks the engine, and turns on the radio. the two of you yap, and admire the beautiful sights of seoul as you make your way to the club. it’s quite a drive from your shared apartment.

finally, you arrive to the club. semi pulls in the parking lot and finds a spot. “you ready, love?” semi says. you nod with a gleam in your eye, ready to drink away all your problems. you and semi walk hand in hand to the line to enter the club. after what felt like forever waiting in the line, due to the club being the most popular in seoul, the bouncer lets the both of you in.

the second you and semi enter the club, she grabs your wrist, immediately leading you through the haze of neon flashing lights to the bar. she orders the both of you some shots of soju, to start the night off.

the bartender slides the glasses her way, and semi hands you two shots to take. you throw them back in unison, the burn of the alcohol lingered in your throat. you take a moment to look around, taking in the crazy environment of the club. there were girls throwing up in corners, people putting god knows what in their drinks, and a thick smoke filled the air.

you look semis way, and see a gorgeous tall brunette girl approaching her. you didn’t think much of her, until she started flirting with your girlfriend. she slid effortlessly onto the empty seat beside semi, and drunkenly muttered “well aren’t you something.”

semi let out a chuckle, brushing her fingers through her messy black hair. “is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” she says with a slight smirk on her lips. you felt a fire growing inside of you, how could she be so naive. this woman was clearly flirting with her, and she didn’t even turn her away. she was playing into it, and that made you pissed.

“I don’t know wanna find out?” the woman said, eyes black with lust. semi shook her head, with an amused look on her face. “well aren’t you bold?” semi says eyes wide. you roll your eyes at her comment, grabbing semis wrist pulling her back into reality. the reality that she was in a relationship, with you.

semi finally turned the woman down by saying, “sorry, i’m actually in a relationship.” signaling to you. the woman is slightly taken aback when she sees you with a cold look on your face, apologies quickly escape her lips. you brushed off the apology, not necessarily mad at the woman. but more so mad at semi, for leading her on. it made you wonder, does she do this often?

semi turned to you, seemingly unfazed by the encounter and unaware of how mad it really made you. she mutters “i’m gonna step out for a quick cigarette, that ok?” you roll your eyes, wondering if she was gonna go sneak out to hook up with the woman from earlier. it’s not like the club cared if people smoked inside.

as semi slipped away to smoke, you sat at the bar filled with anger and frustration. “can i get another round?” you uttered in a low tone to the bartender. he nodded and slipped you another round of shots. ?you downed the alcohol faster than you could think of all the possibilities of what your girlfriend could be doing.?

as the alcohol from earlier started to kick in, your angry demeanor loosens up. you think of a idea that surely will give semi a taste of her own medicine. a subtle smirk forms on your lips, knowing what you were about to do was slutty, but you didn’t give a fuck.

you get up from the bar, making your way to the dance floor. the air was heavy with with sweat, lust, and smoke. the loud bass of the music and people yelling were so loud you could barely think straight.

you spot a woman in the distance with short black curly hair, slightly covering her face, and a cold composure that reminded you a lot of semi. she looked like she was alone, and could use some company from a pretty girl like you.

you approached the woman, tapping on her shoulder. she turned back to face you, her eyes looking you up and down taking in the sight of your beauty.

“you looked lonely, wanna dance?” you say in a low tone, returning the stares she was giving you. she nods, agreeing to the offer. you grab her by the wrist and pull her closer to the door, making sure semi would see you guys when she came back. the woman shakes her head in confusion at your sudden actions.

she grabs your waist and you wrap your arms around her neck, the two of you start dancing. “you drag me across the club like a maniac, don’t i at least get the privilege of knowing your name?” she whispers in your ear as the two of you sway to the music. you smirk at her words, and mutter “it’s y/n, and why does that matter?” “because i needed a name to put with this pretty face.” the woman says as her rough, calloused hands grazed over your jawline, tucking some loose hairs behind your ear.

as the two of you dance and make meaningless conversation, semi comes back into the club after her smoke break outside. her eyes scan the club, looking for you, clearly no longer at the bar anymore. she finally spots you in the distance, dancing with the mystery woman.

semi couldn’t even form coherent thoughts when she sees the woman all over you, the way you were smiling at her, the hand placement. semi angrily walks over to the two of you. she grabs you tightly, instantly removing you from the woman.

“and who the fuck are you?” she shouts passionately at the woman. “uhh, i’m saebyeok? and who are you.” the woman says with confusion evident in her tone. “i’m your worst nightmare. get the fuck away from my girlfriend” semi curses at her, dragging you outside of the club by the wrists like a kid that’s about to get scolded.

“what the fuck was that about?” she yells at you, her voice filled with intense anger. “just a friend, i was dancing with to pass the time while i waited on my girlfriend to finish doing god know what.” you say, your voice shaky. hearing your words, semi gets more heated.

“excuse me? i told you i needed a smoke, what the hell else did you think i was doing?” she mutters slowly backing you up to a nearby wall. you felt an ounce of fear take over, you’ve never seen semi THIS jealous to the point of physical anger.

tears slowly escape your eyes, smudging your eyeliner as semi continues to yell at you. people on the streets were looking at the encounter as you just stood there and took it, scared of what semi might do next. you knew she would never get physical with you, but with the alcohol in her system, that might change things.

semi noticed the stares, and didn’t want the police called for causing such a disturbance. she grabbed you and whispered “we’ll continue this conversation in the car.” with an annoyed look plastered on her face, acting like the people staring were interrupting something.

you and semi head back to the car, not speaking at all, but a heavy unspoken anger filled the air. the second you got to the car semi unlocked it, this time not opening the door for you. she scoffs and gets in the drivers seat.

the second the two of you are both in the car, the insults continue “you are such a slut, y/n? you know that. i step out for one second and your already over there with a new bitch.” semi practically barks in your face.

you finally snap at the way she’s treating you, practically sobbing you say “why do you think i did it, semi? i don’t have any fucking interest in that saebyeok. i did it to make you jealous.” semi’s demeanor slightly changes when she hears your muffled words. “what? why would you wanna make me jealous?” she says with confusion in her voice, acting naive like she didn’t know what she did to you.

“oh my god semi, don’t be fucking stupid. that woman from the bar earlier, she clearly wanted you and you were feeding into it.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. when you say that, semis eyes soften. “baby, i had no clue you felt that way about that little encounter. i truly thought it was a meaningless interaction with a drunk girl. i mean i was laughing the whole conversation.” semi says, her demeanor switching from mad to understanding.

“well, it really did hurt me. it made me feel ignored, and worthless. especially when you had to leave the second after talking to that woman.” semis hand locks with yours, the other brushing the loose hairs behind you ears. she gently says “baby, i will always be yours. no other woman could compare to you. and i wouldn’t risk my future with you for some with some stupid drunk whore.” she laughs, eyes glazing over your body.

the heavy breathing and tears stop, as semi comforts you. her fingers ghost over your thigh, and she places a light peck on your lips. “i love you so much, princess.” she whispers, her face inches from yours.

you pull her in for a more passionate kiss, the sympathy in the air quickly turning to lust. semi pulls away from the kiss and whispers in your ear “how about i show you who you really belong to?” you nod, biting your lip. semi signals you to move to the backseat. you immediately crawl to the back, sprawling your body across the seat already needy for your girlfriends touch.

out of the corner of your eye you catch semi shuffling through the passenger seat console. your mind wonders what she could be looking for in this moment. semi finally pulls her 8 inch black strap out of the console, a devilish smirk forming on her lips and she crawls to the backseat to join you.

“you just casually keep a strap in your console?” you laugh. “well you never know, especially with a whore like you.” she utters, while throwing her shirt and pants off. she throws the strap on the floor board, wasting no time to get your clothes off.

“hands up.” semi says pulling your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. semis eyes glaze over the sight of your nearly naked body, only the lacy fabric of your lingerie covering you. she fiddles with your bra straps and says “you wore this for me, huh?” you nod your head at her words, knowing it was true. you loved dressing pretty for semi.

“well you know just what i like, such a pretty girl.” semi says as her long fingers ghost over your body. semi pushes you back down, hovering on top of you, she leaves you feeling trapped due to the size difference.

semi loved the authority she had over you in this moment. her lips make their way to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin. light moans escape your mouth as semi leaves her mark. you feel her teeth every now and then bite the skin on your neck, making you squirm.

you feel semi smirk against your skin as her marks trail down your neck. she pulls away for a moment and you ask if you can mark her up. semi says “of course baby, i want everyone to know exactly what we did in this car.”

your soft, pink lips wrap around semis neck. she lets out low grunts as you suck on her sensitive skin. semis hand trail over all your curves as you mark her up. when your done you pull away, letting semi take control again. “good girl.” semi mutters, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. it was rare semi praised you during sex.

semi wastes no time, unclasping your pretty lace bra with one hand, sliding off your thong or with the other. which by the way, was completely soaked and ruined. she threw your undergarments to the floor board, shortly after taking hers off and sliding the strap onto her waist.

semis dark glossy eyes scan over your body in complete lust as she hovers over you. “i wanna fuck you in missionary, so i can see your tits bounce up and down.” semi says in a raspy low tone. semi positions her strap in between your thighs, her tip teasing your already soaked entrance.

she slowly sinks her strap into you, letting your tight pussy adjust to the size of her big cock. you let out a yelp, due to the suddenness of her entering you. “god, your so tight, you’d think a slut like you would already be stretched out by now.” she mutters as she slowly starts thrusting her cock in and out of you.

her pace is slow and passionate, which shortly would turn into the complete opposite, rough and merciless. a string of moans and curses escape your lips as her speed starts to increase. you want to feel her dick, in every inch, every crevice of your body. you didn’t care how sore you would be the following day, she could put you in a wheelchair and you would thank her.

semi grabs your boobs, and started playing with them as she slammed her cock in and out of your squelching pussy. “mmmm” semi hummed, loving the sight of your boobs bouncing up and down with every thrust. you loved how rough she was with you, you didn’t care if it hurt, you just wanted to feel her, deep inside of you.

your practically screaming in pleasure as semi speeds up her thrusts by the minute, you are a complete mess for her. lewd sounds of your pussy being destroyed and your desperate moans fill the car. semi puts a tight grasp on your waist to create a rhythm with her thrusts. “stop squirming, god why are you so sensitive.” semi says as she cocks her head to the side. you throw your head back in pleasure, and your back arches as her rhythm is hitting you in just the spot you need her most.

your breath hitches, tears can’t help but escape your eyes from the feeling of semis rough pounding into your cervix, repeatedly hitting your spot. semi notices your crying and says sarcastically “that’s what good dick does to a slut like you.” well, what she didn’t know that the tears were a mix of intense pleasure and pain. your eyes roll back into your head at her sarcastic comment, god she’s so hot.

sweat causes semis hair to stick to her forehead as she’s fucking you, mercilessly. she can’t take her eyes off of your boobs and the pretty faces your making, every inch of your body being explored by her.

you feel your body getting weaker at her mercy. semi’s dick was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. you were in complete ecstasy. your a moaning mess, that can barely form coherent sentences, you manage to get out a weak “i-im getting close, semi, don’t stop.” “already? god that’s pathetic.” semi mutters. her pace slows down, and speeds back up leaving you on edge.

you were practially in heat. your jaw hanging open in bliss at the feeling of semis dick deep inside of you, fucking you dumb. you couldn’t manage to get out any words besides loud cries of pleasure. you feel your body tremble, your walls start to clench around semis cock. you arch your back in complete bliss as semi smacks your ass, leaving a slight sting. your vision goes fuzzy and you throw your head back, you scream as you release all over semis cock. she continued thrusting throughout your orgasm to make it last longer. she pulls out and your juices coat her plastic cock.

“suck it.” semi demands you, like your some kind of dog or something. but you obey, you wrap your big pouty lips around her cock. semi pushes your head down, practically making you choke on her dick. not missing a single drop of your cum.

once you’ve sucked her dry, you lay on the sweaty car seat exhausted and absolutely fucked out. feeling lifeless, you look over at semi sat on the seat beside you, her messy black hair sticking to her face, catching her breath after fucking the living shit out of you.

you get up to grab your clothes, and semi grabs your wrist tightly. “we’re not done here, understand me?” she says demandingly, you nod and sit back on the car seat. semi slides the strap off of her waist and throws it in the front seat. she crawls to the front to push the seat forward, providing us with more room. you wonder what she has planned next to do to you.

semi gets on her knees, positioning herself in front of your closed legs. “you really thought we were done here, i haven’t even had my dessert.” semi says a slight smirk playing on her lips, signaling you to spread you legs. you throw your legs over semi, your knees resting on her shoulders. her face inches from your pussy, you can feel hear breath.

“so pretty baby, all mine.” she says as her fingers tease your already wet folds. you are a needy mess for her, all this teasing has you feeling like an absolute whore. after what felt like forever, semis lips attached to your cunt. you let out a loud moan, and throw your head back at the sensation of her cold lip piercing against your pussy.

semi’s tounge began to move at unimaginable speeds, eating you out like she’s an animal. you moan out semis name, barely able to think straight. at this point, the car windows are foggy, lewd sounds of your pussy being ate, curses and moans fill the air.

semi hums “mhmmm.” into your pussy as her tounge motions continue. you feel vibration pulse throughout your body as semi lets out little hums now and again. you are trembling, barely able to keep your legs open “s-semi, baby i’m getting close.” you moan lightly, tilting your head back from the intense pleasure of semis tounge swirling against your clit.

semi didn’t even realize you said anything, she was completely pussy drunk, with her head buried in between your now closing thighs. her strong hands grasping them open. she was eating you out like it was her last meal.

semi pulls away for a second and says “don’t look at the ceiling, look at me. i wanna see your pretty face when i make your cum.” she wasn’t even eating you out anymore yet just her words formed a giant knot in your stomach. she pressed her lips back against your soaked cunt, and picked up where she left off.

her motions slowing down and speeding up, helping you reach your climax. your eyes locked onto hers as you grabbed her hair, trying to resist the urge to tilt your head back. your body can’t stop shaking and loud moans escape your lips.

semi hummed against your pussy, and before you knew it the knot in your stomach broke. you cry out loudly, releasing all over semis face. she licks your fluids off of her lips, and wipes some of the cum off her face onto her fingers. “open up.” she says placing her fingers in your mouth. your eyes widen as you suck your release off of semis slender fingers.

semi places a kiss on your lips afterward, tasting the juices your lips were coated with “your mine, every inch of you. no one will ever fuck you as good as me.” semi says. you let out a light chuckle agreeing with semi as she gently helps you put your clothes back on.

shortly after, she puts her own clothes back on, adjusting herself before crawling into the drivers seat. you follow, crawling into the passenger seat. semi starts the car looks over at you and says “i think we should just go home baby, nothing in that club is more exciting than what we just did.”

you nod in agreement, saying “yea, i’m absolutely exhausted, i wouldn’t mind another night in.” semis face lights up by the light of her phone typing in your apartment address on the navigation app. semi shoots you a soft smile before pulling out of the club parking lot, heading home.

semi places her hand gently on your thigh. you stare out the window, as the radio hums lightly on the lowest volume notch. the two of you are silent the entire car ride, but a comforting warmth fills the air. even though the two of you aren’t physically saying it, you feel very loved in this moment. it’s the little gestures like this that matter, so much.

semi pulls the car into the parking lot of the apartment complex, she gets out of the car and makes her way over to the passenger side. she opens the door for you and picks you up bridal style, you laugh at the sudden gesture. but deep down you found it cute.

once the two of you arrive at your apartment, semi shuffles through her pockets for the keys. at this point, she’s holding you with one hand. you wrap your arms around her neck for extra support, so you don’t go falling flat to the floor. but somehow she manages to hold you in one hand and the other rummaging for the keys.

you wonder how she does that, she’s so strong. finally, semi finds the key, she jiggles it into the lock. she takes you inside, straight to the bedroom. semi places you on the gently on the bed, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

she places a sweet kiss on your forehead, admiring your flushed face. semi whispers in your ear “how about we get you all cleaned up.” you agree, feeling gross from the club and sex with semi, a bath is just what you needed.

semi swiftly exited the room to start the bath for the both of you. you wait patiently on the bed, slightly tipsy and exhausted. you see semi walking back into the bedroom with a pack of makeup wipes. she says “let’s take this pretty makeup off baby, before we get in the bath.”

semi’s body slightly hovers over yours, gently rubbing the makeup wipe over your smudged eyeliner and mascara. “all done” she utters as she places a soft kiss on your lips. “your even prettier without makeup.” she says. you feel your cheeks glow red at her words.

semi picks your weak body up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom. once you arrive, semi sits you down on the counter, slowly taking off your dress and undergarments. she then lightly places you in the bath, and starts stripping herself.

after semi takes her clothes off, she gets in the bath with you. the two of you sit in the bath in a comforting silence, the only light in the room provided by a singular candle. “do you want me to help clean you up, baby?” semi offers. “yes i would love that.” you say, letting semi know your gratitude for her caring act.

semi takes the shampoo bottle sitting on the side of the tub, and squeezes some out into her rough hands. she then starts massaging the shampoo through your beautiful hair. the feeling of semis long fingers massaging your scalp sent you into an instant relaxation.

you were so thankful for semi taking care of you. even though she showed no mercy on you in the bedroom, she really does treat you like a princess and would do anything for you.

“relaxed, baby?” semi chuckles, noticing your state of bliss as she massaged her fingers into your scalp. “yea haha, your hands are magic.” you softly exclaim. a smile forms on semis lips. she grabs the small pink cup on the side of the tub, and dips it into the water, pouring it into your hair.

once semi has washed all the shampoo out of your hair, she washes her own hair. you sit and relax staring at semi as she washes up. the light glow of the candle, lit up her face. she was so beautiful, even doing the most simple things she was just otherworldly.

once semi finished up, she grabbed the nearby loofah and put some of your vanilla scented body wash on it. she moved your wet hair out of the way, and started washing you up. not making you lift a finger, semi washes your entire body. now and then she would ask you to turn around or sit up. you silently let semi clean you and when she’s done you thank her with a short, but loving peck.

semi washes herself off after. you admire the way her body looked as the soap bubbles covered it, her soft fair skin looked beautiful. semi finished washing herself off and gets up out of the bath. she then grabbed you out of the bath, your naked bodies pressed against each other. she sets you down, and wraps a big fluffy towel around your wet body. “you smell so good.” she mutters softly.

you smile at her sweet remark as the two of you walk to your bedroom. you shuffle through the drawers and ask semi if you can wear one of her oversized t-shirts. “of course baby, you’ll look so cute in it.” semi says. you put on some underwear and semis t-shirt and immediately crawl into bed as semi gets herself dressed.

you stare at your girlfriend as she puts on her grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, such a simple outfit yet she made it look so sexy. you can’t help yourself but stare. she looked in the mirror, brushing her wet messy back beside out of her face.

she noticed your reflection staring at her in the mirror, she didn’t say anything but it warmed her heart. she shortly joined you in bed, wrapping her big arms around you. she placed a gentle peck on your forehead saying “feel better baby? i could tell you needed some time to relax, after the night we’ve had.” you nod and exclaim “yea semi, that was much needed. thank you for pampering me.”

semis cheeks light up crimson red at your words. spoiling and taking care of you just came so naturally to her, but she appreciates it even more knowing it makes you feel loved. “i’m glad, i think we both needed it.” she exclaimed softly.

you feel yourself slowly drifting off, from the extremely emotionally exhausting day. you feel so safe in semis arms. as your nearly asleep, you feel semis hand brushing through your hair, making you open your eyes. “i really love you, y/n you know that.” semi says with pure love and adoration in her voice.

butterflies fly around in your stomach at her words, she said i love you a lot but those 3 words made you feel so secure. “i love you too, semi. and ill never love anyone else.” you say as semi places a soft but passionate kiss on your lips. “good, cause i almost beat a bitch up tonight.” semi chuckles sarcastically. you smile into semis arms, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

semi’s fingers ghost over your lower back, tracing lazy circles as you sleep peacefully in her arms. she knows deep down in her heart, she wants every night to be as sweet as tonight, forever. . . ♡

TYSM FOR READING I REALLY PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS!! MORE FICS COMING SOON :p

[whimsicallywiddershins]

One of my favorite moments in Arcane was the Jinx and Ekko vs Ambessa war balloon fight in the last episode. For multiple reasons! But I loved how Ambessa was not prepared for Jinx and her chaos AT ALL.

Ambessa is a general with a lot of experience, and we can see her confidence and experience in every scene. She is almost always calm and in control. She expects almost every attack, and even if suprised, she overcomes the challenge and wins. She is never desperate, and takes on a teaching role in almost every scene, even battle and fight scenes. (Ex: lecturing Caitlyn even as they are fighting and before she orders her to be killed.)

Then Jinx and Ekko come in. And Ambessa, for pretty much the first time in the show, is caught off-guard. She doesn't panic, but its pretty close.

Look at her face, when she is ordering her men to face Jinx.

This is not the face of a controlled general who is prepared to fight. This is the face of a woman who is faced with an unknown threat and is trying to figure out what to do, but it coming up short.

Then, she ordered her men to fire on the Firelights.

There is a lot of movement in this moment. She is almost flailing. And it doesn't work. Her strategy completely fails in the face of Jinx and the Firelights adaptability.

Those bolts were big and heavy, designed to punch through armor, not shoot at small, fast-moving targets. The Firelights are used to flying through firefights and it shows.

In a matter of seconds, the Undercity completely routs Ambessa's soldiers. Like it's easy. The Firelights were perfect because they are fast and maneuverable.

And then Jinx almost kills Ambessa. Its a blink-and-you-miss-it scene. She fires at her with the mini gun, and Ambessa didn't even notice. A soldier sacrifices his life to save her, and you can tell by her face she had no idea that attack was coming, and is confused and shocked by it all.

I mean, look at her face. That is shocked fear. She almost died right there, to some random girl she's never even met.

Its the first time we ever see Ambessa afraid or off-balance, and I love that Jinx was the one to make that happen.

[luigifan1998]

luigi x wife!reader headcanons. can be set before or after he went mia

right right right. married lu. throws myself on the floor

for the sake of length ill keep this to before he dropped off the face of the earth but ive written a memo to write about the after in a separate post soon

my personal biases might get in the way of this because i am unwell and genuinely think he is in desperate need of someone whos up at 3 am fighting a manifestation of their own hubris in their bed. he needs someone that experiences romantic delirium and is convinced her dreams tell her stories of the two of them from thousands of years ago. a girl thats considered showing up to a convent and who has a favorite saint. a rotten girl who wants to eat a piece of his birth certificate. this is so crucial to me unfortunately

that being said. its my belief that lu is saccharine, something he didnt know until you came along and peeled the wallpaper off his psyche. the way his customary sweetness unravels itself is sickly and all enveloping. hes the neediest boy in the world, forever coming to you with quiet infirmity. he drapes himself over you whenever he can, always saying how you were made to hold him. his incessant appetite for affection didnt ease with marriage. he plays with your ringed finger absentmindedly. presses his lips against it, not registering the habit

he would think of marriage early on in the relationship, unreachable to the anxious expressions of others when he'd say hes going to marry you weeks into dating. when he decided this, he paced back and forth in his bedroom, hardly able to focus long enough to tell the time before seeking his mom out to tell her. it all came out in one big prosaic wave. she thought he sounded like a child but his cheeks were flushed and his heart is so painfully stitched onto his sleeve in regards to you. he doesnt press the idea of the union but he likes to tell you how hes going to make you his wife during random moments. when youre eating. when you make him laugh. when hes fucking you

i can see lu trying and failing to preserve going all the way when you mess around once youve accepted his proposal. the engagement would be long. he is so busy and so wanted by everyone around him, but the novelty of you being his fiancé would wear off after the first couple of months. he wants to fuck his wife, not his girlfriend. he wants the sanctimony of marriage to wrap around the two of you when hes inside. the vow acts as a spectator in the bedroom, and he needs it. needs you to be his and only his under a holy decree. he calls you his bride and his little wife

in my heart of hearts....... i know lu would want to propose in the most cheesy way ever. his sister behind foliage, filming the whole thing. balloons. one knee. the rest of your family nearby. the video would be uploaded onto instagram, people you havent ever met commenting with what a beautiful couple the two of you make. but i think the right girl could pavlov him into asking in a whisper under the soft cotton of a bedsheet. face kisses and crying and pleading for the rest of your life to belong to him in some capacity. he cant live without this

the ring would be beautiful and heavy with weight and the diamond would be absurdly large. he'll never let onto the price, just like hes been doing with the checks at each restaurant youve been to together since your first date. bastard. whats next? steak tartare at the reception? he starts biting you each time you deny being able to accept such an insane piece of jewelry

[goshikisbaee]

Spending Valentine’s Day With Haikyuu Characters (part 1)

content: Fluff

[ Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi ]

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TŌRU OIKAWA

Valentine’s Day with Oikawa is nothing short of extra. From the moment you wake up, there’s a bouquet of your favorite flowers waiting for you with a note in his neat handwriting: “For the most beautiful person in my life.” He insists on making the day perfect— though his definition of “perfect” may include a little too much of his dramatic flair.

He shows up to pick you up in his favorite casual but classy outfit, grinning like he’s just won a championship match. “You didn’t think I’d forget, did you, my love?” he teases, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He takes you to a cute café where he spends half the time holding your hand across the table and the other half bragging about how he managed to snag the “best date” in the world. The barista can’t help but roll their eyes at his antics, but you can’t stop laughing.

In true Oikawa fashion, the evening involves stargazing—because of course he has to incorporate something romantic and dreamy. Lying beside you, he points out random constellations, only half accurate because he’s too busy sneaking glances at you.

“I dont need the stars when I’ve got you,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. Cheesy? Absolutely. But with him, it’s always endearing.

The night ends with him pulling you close, a soft, genuine smile replacing his usual cocky grin. “Thank you for being my Valentine,” he whispers, his voice quieter than usual. “I promise, you’ll always be my number one.”

HAJIME IWAIZUMI

Valentine’s day with Iwaizumi is simple but meaningful. He’s not one for grand romantic gestures, but he makes sure you feel loved in the ways that matter. When you wake up, there’s a nearly wrapped box on your nightstand—inside is a practical yet thoughtful gift, like a hoodie that smells like him or your favorite snacks. “Didn’t wanna get you something useless,” the note reads.

When he picks you up, he’s dressed casually, but you cant tell he put in a little extra effort—his hair is styled just right, and he’s actually wearing that nice cologne you love. He greets you with a gruff, “you look nice,” before quickly looking away, ears slightly red.

Dinner is at his favorite spot—nothing fancy, just good food and a comfortable atmosphere. He doesnt gush over you like someone like Oikawa would, but his small actions say everything: making sure you get the last bite, keeping his hand on your knee absentmindedly, sending a death glare at anything who looks at you for too long.

After dinner, he surprises you with a late night drive, ending at a quiet scenic spot. Sitting beside you, he lets out a deep sigh, looking up at the sky. “I know I dont say it a lot, but… I’m really lucky to have you.” His fingers find yours, squeezing them gently.

Before you part ways, he pulls you into a warm, lingering hug, resting his chin on your head. “Happy Valentine’s Day idiot,” he mutters, voice softer than usual. You smile, knowing that even without the over the top romance, every moment with him is real.

TETSURŌ KUROO

Valentine’s Day with Kuroo is fun—because, of course, he turns everything into an opportunity to tease you. You wake up to a text that reads; “Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite nerd. Yes, you’re my favorite. No you can’t tell anyone.” A few minutes later, another message: “wear something cute. Not that you need help looking good, but, you know… for my sake.”

When he picks you up, he greets you with his signature smirk and a ridiculous gift—maybe a cat plushie because “it reminded me of myself. Handsome, charming, and definitely your favorite.” But before you can roll your eyes, he hands you something real—your favorite snack or a small thoughtful present that proves he actually pays attention.

Dinner is at a casual yet surprisingly nice restaurant, where he spends half the time making flirty comments and the other half pretending to listen while secretly just admiring you. “You know, I’d let you ramble about anything if it means I get to keep looking at you.”

After dinner, he takes you somewhere unexpected—maybe a late night arcade or a rooftop with a city view. Sitting next to you, he finally drops the teasing for a second, nudging your shoulder before saying, “you know, I joke around a lot, but I mean it when I say you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Before the night ends, he pulls you into by the waist, looking down at you with that lazy grin. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe. Hope you’re ready for many more.” And with that, he finally gives you the kiss he’s been holding off all night.

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

Valentine’s Day with Bokuto is non stop excitement from the moment it begins. You wake up to a spam of texts:

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!”

“WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS???”

“IT’S THE DAY I GET TO SPOIL YOU, DUH.”

When he finally picks you up, he’s practically bouncing with energy, holding a massive bouquet—probably way bigger than necessary. “I didn’t know which flowers to get, so I got all of them!” He grins, handing them over like he just won an award.

Your date is a mix of everything fun—he takes you to an arcade, a cute café, and maybe even a spontaneous adventure like ice skating (which he’s surprisingly good at). Every few minutes, he reminds you, “BEST. DAY. EVER.” And insists on taking a million selfies.

At dinner, he’s a mix of loud excitement and soft admiration, stuffing his face one second and staring at you like you hung the moon the next. “I’m so lucky,” he sighs dramatically between bites, before pointing his fork at you. “Hey. You know that, right? That I love you?”

The night ends with him wrapping you in the biggest hug ever, lifting you off the ground effortlessly. “Best Valentine’s Day ever,” he declares, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. Then, with a cheeky grin, he adds, “same time next year? Actually, scratch that. Every day should be like this.”

KEIJI AKAASHI

Valentine’s Day with Akaashi is quietly romantic, filled with soft gestures that show just how much he cares. You wake up to a neatly written note left at your bedside—“happy Valentine’s Day. I hope today is as wonderful as you are.” A little later, he texts: “Are you free? I have something planned.”

When he picks you up, he hands you a small but meaningful gift—maybe a book you mentioned wanting, or a handwritten letter sealed in an envelope. “I wasn’t sure what to get you,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “so I just got something that reminded me of you.”

Your date is simple but perfect—maybe a quiet bookstore café, a scenic walk, or a cozy home-cooked dinner. He pays attention to everything you say, responding with soft hums and amused smiles. “I love listening to you talk,” he admits, twirling a piece of his food with his fork.

At the end of the night, he lingers at your doorstep, eyes gentle but hesitant. “I, um…” He exhales, gathering his thoughts before finally meeting your gaze. “I just want you to know that I’m really, really happy with you.”

Before you can respond, he leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, lips curling into the faintest smile. “I hope I get to spend all of them with you.”

———

[ivhmavie]

she’s crazy but she’s mine

inho with an energetic s/o

first of all, just a little advice that inglesh its not my first language! be kind

a request!

༆ in the moment you and inho met, he knew you had to be his girl, despite your personality certainly different from his, and with the energy of a child, he was mesmerized by you

༆ when you guys went out, Inho liked to watch you dancing and having fun with your friends. He was amazed to see you so full of life, always with a different subject to entertain him

༆ sometimes, in-ho liked to sit and listen to you talk about some of the trouble you and your friends got into, or the random things you thought up doing when you were together

༆ it wasn't uncommon for you to come bouncing up to him, with your cell phone open in a new tiktok trend, explaining to him what he should do while positioning the camera to record

༆ for inho, it was almost comical to see you walking around the room, getting ready while telling him what you planned to do that day, while he is still lying down, just watching you. Laughing when you stop looking in the mirror and ask if he can hear you, only to hear him laugh softly and answer with a sweet “yes, darling”

༆ would encourage you to do some sport to burn off your energy, taking you and accompanying you during training, and then taking you to dinner at your favorite restaurant at the end of the night

༆ for that reason, you went to the gym together, as a couple. inho liked to keep moving and in shape, and he thought it was good that you could have an outlet for so much energy, as well as being healthy

༆ when you traveled, inho liked to let you choose the destination. For him it was fair, considering that you would be the one who would most like to go out and see the tourist attractions and explore the places

༆ inho is a morning person, custom from his years as a police officer, all his training and effort kept him fit and athletic all these years, so he wouldn't have so much trouble keeping up with your electric pace.

༆ at the end of the day, if you were still too excited to sleep, he would put on a movie for you to watch, making an effort not to fall asleep before the end and be able to hear all your comments about the actors you recognize from other works or the music theme of the singer you like

༆ you would tease him about his age, to which he would respond that you are "energetic like a child who ate more sweets than he should have", and then you would laugh at him for using an "old people" term

༆ he’s very patient with you, even when you think maybe you're going overboard and tiring him, he likes to see you excited no matter what

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

when you know, you know. - m. bachira

cw: bachira x fem!reader, bachira x chubby!reader, implied self harm, mentions of abuse, red string of fate

according to mythology, the red string of fate is tied on the pinkies of two lovers destined to be together. the string is invisible to the naked eye, as it is more symbolic then it is physical. however, some claimed that at a random time of their life, the string would suddenly appear visible. however, if they didn’t hurry and follow where the string leads them, they will never be able to meet their true lover ever again, even if they have met before.

you didn’t believe in the red string of fate.

red was the color of your cheek when your father had a particularly bad day at work. red was the color of your eyes when you mother told you some not-so-kind words. red was the color of your cheeks when people would pinch them and call you a pig while laughing as if it were the funniest thing known to man. red was the color of hearts that stopped beating, of hearts that broke. red wasn’t the color of love. it wasn’t the color of fate. it was the color of pain, nothing but soul shattering pain.

that’s why when you noticed the long, thin string of red tied around your pinky, you ignored it. the crowded train station had numerous people, and yet the red string was painfully visible. it was long, and continued to travel on the floor to who knows where.

bachira believed in the red string of fate.

red was the color of the liquid that dripped from bachira’s arm on a particularly doubtful day. red was the color of bachira’s face when he was the only one outside on a snowy day playing soccer. red sometimes meant pain. but red was also the color of the peonies in his mother’s paintings. red was also the color of the fresh strawberries and cherries on the farm near his house, the ones he always ate with a grin. red was the color of memories for bachira, whether they were good or bad.

that’s why when bachira noticed the long, thin string of red tied around his pinky, he followed it. the crowded train station was full of strangers, but also potential friends. he took a deep breath, and brought the string to his other fingers to find his truest lover more easily.

he couldn’t help but wonder who it could be. isagi? but isagi already found his soulmate, it wouldn’t make sense. rin? well, as fond as bachira was of rin, he really didn’t want rin to be his lover.

suddenly, bachira’s mind flashed to you.

the girl who wiped the blood from his nose whenever someone punched him. the girl who used to go out on snowy days when bachira was playing soccer alone just to wrap a long yellow scarf around him.

two small actions that meant the world to him each and every time.

when bachira finally saw the end of the long red string, you were in front of him, sitting on one of the benches to wait for the train. the end of the red string was tied around your pinky, and your eyes slowly glanced up at him.

your cheeks turned red. you wondered if bachira was upset that you of all people was his soulmate. but bachira’s bright amber eyes said otherwise. his eyes gleamed despite there being no sunlight, and a smile made way to his face. at his bright eyes, you can feel your world light up along with his.

at that moment, two red hearts came together and finally began to beat in love.

a/n - happy lunar new year everyone!!! im from a chinese family, so i celebrated lunar new year. the red string of fate myth originated from china, so a lot of my favorite childhood stories and tv shows and movies all had the red string of fate involved in some way shape or form. anyways, i do hope that i didn’t make this too dark or ooc. and btw thank you guys so much for 500 followers, yall are the best🥹❤️

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Ask game here!!! ^^^ (I’m on IPad so it looks like this unfortunately 😭)

(Oh gosh three asks asking me about the same character (I’ll just put them together and answer it as a singular post!))

(Also this turned out way longer than I’ve expected so I’m gonna put a cut here!! To save scrolling time!!)

FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM

Probably how open Smitten is with his emotions!!! He feels so so much with his whole heart and I really love how he’s not afraid to share them! He is a really honest and earnest character and I don’t really see him lying in any way (and if he does, he’d probably do a really terrible job at it because of how he wears his heart on his sleeve andnsjsm). I can’t help but feel that his earnestness is something worth admiring!

Oh! And of course of how gentle he can be! Despite his bravado he really knows how to lift someone up with his soft words. He can see how someone is hurting and would attempt to lift them up by reminding them that they are loved and is worth loving. I especially love him in Thorn because of this reason. He’s really just love personified (even if it’s towards his own deterrent (don’t do that Smitten))

Also also! I love the way he speaks! He’s so dramatic with his speech patterns that it gives me the giddiest feeling whenever I hear him speak. His princely flair got me alright… he’s so cute,,,.,,…

AND!!! How he subverts the expectations of how love is a purely good thing!!! Love can hurt really really bad as well as heal!! Both the giver and the receiver!!!! And how he is a representation of using fantasy as a coping mechanism!!! He has a lot!!! Of stuff!!!!

(Ik it said “favourite thing about them (singular)” but I can’t help but give him appreciation by yapping)

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM

(I do have some things to say about that despite you occupying 90% of my brain space Smitten </3 it’s out of love tho I promy…)

To mirror what I’ve said at the beginning, it’s of how self-sacrificing he is. My guy has zero self-preservation and self-love despite being the personification of love and emotion. He would literally die for the one he loves and like,,,, NO!!!! SMITTY!!!! SOME PEOPLE WOULD WANT YOU TO LIVE!!!! FOR THEM!!!! SOME PEOPLE WOULD TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR DEVOTION!!!!! DONT DO IT!!!! SHAKING YOU ON THE SHOULDERS /AFF

FAVORITE LINE

He has a lot of great lines tbh sbsnsjs

A lot of them are really good, but I just, can’t remember a lot of them, so I’ll just put down those that I actually remember

“My wrath will echo the depths of my bereavement.”

“If we just showed her the contents of our heart... She'd be happy here." ABSOLUTE CHILLS

“YOU SMARMY ASS”

"By cruelly turning on the Princess on her moment of vulnerability we made ourselves an enemy. But, by mastering our fear and insecurity and handing over our power, we've begun a journey to something so much deeper"

BROtp

Smitten and Skeptic! As well as Smitten and Stubborn!!

The Heart and The Head!! The Grey Brothers have a special place in my heart… They’re like the two people who’s really different from each other but enjoys each other’s company regardless of that difference. They balance each other out rather nicely despite them never meeting each other officially in game: like, Skeptic could teach Smitten to think before he act on his own emotions and be more sceptical of the intentions of other people, while Smitten could encourage Skeptic to feel with his heart! I see Skeptic as the type of person to have a hard time empathising with other people and would rely heavily on his logic to help solve the problem for them instead of simply listening to them (he cares, just doesn’t know how to do it in a way that’s unfamiliar to him/not his nature), so I think having Smitten be there to teach him how to do that would help him greatly. They would probably understand each other in the ending where TLQ kills Shifty’s heart and becomes a god himself, since Skeptic knows what’s it like to not have a grounding presence to catch him (for Smitten it’s the Princess). Him and Cheated would comfort Smitten during those times.

And here’s Beauty and Brawn! Aside from their shared appreciation for the Princess, they are also both really passionate characters who are extremely open with their emotions. Smitten would appreciate Stubborn’s showcase of passion towards the Princess, while Stubborn would see strength and potential in Smitten as an opponent! Stubborn would probably rather head straight ahead towards violence instead of using words like Smitten does, but he likes the guy so what the hell

Stubborn would try to get Smitten to fight him, but Smitten just, doesn’t fight him simply because being violent is really not in his nature (unless Stubborn intentionally gloats him into fighting him)

They would be the duo that hugs and cries together whenever there’s a touching scene playing in a movie

OTP

You already know,,..,,,, (it’s Burned Bridges)

Funnily enough the infamous Burned Grey lines aren’t the reason why I ship them in the first place

It’s the fact that I remembered a line Cold had said about Smitten would one day want the emotions to go away completely despite how strongly those emotions burn at the current moment , and then telling him to trust him on it.

It just. Reveals so much about Cold as a character.

Not only does it imply that Cold isn’t completely emotionless as he oh so often tells us that he is, and that he had felt strong emotions at one point but had chosen to repress them completely due to how much it had hurt him, but it also reveals that he doesn’t seem to hold the same animosity towards Smitten as the other way around (at least, not the level of hatred Smitten holds for him),as he actually gave him advice on the subject matter. He seems to be more amused by Smitten then anything. Burned Grey is a route where Smitten was denied of his purpose with us deciding to kill the Princess, and Cold’s whole thing is about his purpose being denied, and hence the numbing ache in his heart that he desperately wants to fill. So I feel like he would probably understand Smitten in that regard of having his purpose denied. He just, find Smitten’s anger really freaking amusing due to the fact that Smitten is usually really chipper. And also the fact that Anger is the rawest emotion there is.

They would definitely start on rough terms though. With Smitten actually fulfilling his promise on letting Cold feel what he had felt (via hurting Cold) and Cold just becoming more and more interested in how far Smitten would go in his pursuit of vengeance. How far would he go? How low would he stoop? He would love to know, and so he would gloat him more and more and see how he would react.

But knowing Smitten, he would probably get really tired of hurting Cold over and over again. He is. Just not a violent person at heart. His starring chapter two is literally one of the three routes that doesn’t have a chapter one that ends with violence(it technically does but you know what I mean(Damsel, Prisoner, Stranger)). Eventually it would reach a point where he would just tiredly tell Cold off without it ending with violence, and that would make Cold feel surprised about the change in his usual pattern of behaviour. I’d like to think that Cold would be the person to reach Smitten out to soothe him on his hollowness and aimlessness when Smitten would deny him over and over until he eventually lets Cold do his thing (heavily influenced by @pink-november ‘s fic btw) and Smitten coming to a realisation that Cold might not be as emotionless as he thought… and then the two deciding to start over on their relationship and become friends… and then learning that wait, they’re actually quite similar… and then they unknowingly fall for each other for real the more time they spend with each other…. oughhhhh slowburn Burned Bridges my beloved

“Who needs violence when you have love?”

“Who needs love when you’ve mastered yourself?”

Also also, fire and ice, pink and black, pillow and blanket, “hero” and “villain” (but not really), emotional doofus and stoic fella????? ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS SLOWBURN?????? That’s a lot of stuff!!!! (And the comedic whiplash of “GRRRR I HATE YOU!!!!” to them cuddling together is just. Really funny to me ok.)

Again, this ship can either go down an even more toxic route then it already is (yummy toxic yaoi) or it could become something really fluffy and tender. It really depends on what direction the writer wants the ship to go. I’m fine with either though. Both are really fun routes.

NOtp

I don’t really have a NOtp for him tbh,,..,,,,.

RANDOM HEADCANON

I’ve already said this in another post, but I’d like to imagine Smitten would abuse nicknames and name the voices with the positive qualities he sees in them. Also this is a headcanon for the Voices in general, but I’d like to think that he’d struggle acting away from his nature. Much like the Vessels, the Voice’s nature is all they knew. A part of him would always yearn for the presence of the Princess, since she was literally who he was made to love and dote upon. Even though he would feel genuinely happy that TLQ had found his one true love, a part of him would always feel that emptiness She had left behind, and his heart would ache more and more. Broken in Apotheosis had proven that the Voices can in fact grow their perspective and in turn become more complex, so I feel like Smitten would definitely have his own arc as well once the Voices learn to become their own person and not just a singular facet of TLQ (and especially Oppy and Cold but this ain’t about them).

Smitten would be really affectionate with his show of affection (depends on Voice to Voice though!!!! He wouldn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable). If you ask him which showcase of affection his likes most, he would tell you that he loves all shows of affection equally! Love is love and should be showed proud and loud across your heart! He’s the type of guy to casually give platonic smooches on the cheeks (again, depends on Voice to Voice—if the Voice is uncomfortable with smooches, he’d probably just do a handshake or something). He doesn’t really put a line in love. To him, love is just that—love. There is no need to put a line between platonic, familial and romantic love. As long as the parties are comfortable with how that love is expressed, there is no problem!

Also can we all agree he would write the corniest love songs ever?? Thanks (Cold would be amused by him and listens to Smitten perform despite his comment on the corniness of it all ahahahahah anyway)

UNPOPULAR OPINION

I can agree on Smitten not being a d!ck but saying Smitten is completely harmless and lacks any malicious intent is where I have to disagree. I dunno if this is an unpopular opinion though.

Him wanting to hurt someone in the name of love IS malicious intent despite the motivation. And he has proven that can AND will do what he had said that he would do with him literally killing us after we killed Damsel for seemingly no reason. He is love as much as he is emotional.

Also he seems to care more about how you AND the Princess feels more then his own opinions. He reads as a people pleaser to me. He genuinely just wants you and the Princess to be happy, but then that mixing with his own perception that he is supposed to be the knight in shining armour for the Princess makes for a weird complex.

SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM

We Become We, but specifically that one part of the song with HEA Smitten. I do love me some angst.

(Again sorry about the format!!!!!)

Full song: https://youtu.be/hRllUeany_Q?si=AJHdP-dJUHdf-r30

That one part: https://youtu.be/mwnXg6GXCk8?si=G1hzN_EG93ulKAhN

FAVOURITE PICTURE OF THEM

Ohohohohoh I have a couple of those teehee

(I love it when I just draw him like a ball)

[enemiestolovershoe]

20 Moments bf!Matt Made Your Heart Swell

bf!Matt x fem!reader

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bf!Matt who always pulls you to his side when you’re walking together. Sidewalks, parking lots, grocery store aisles—his hand naturally finds your waist or wrist, guiding you closer like it’s second nature. "Just making sure no one bumps into you," he mumbles, but you know he just likes having you near.

bf!Matt who lets you warm your cold hands on his stomach. You do it as a joke, pressing your freezing fingers against his bare skin, and he yelps every time. "You’re actually evil," he grumbles, but he never pushes you away—he just glares while you giggle.

bf!Matt who keeps extra things at his place just for you. Your favorite snacks in his pantry, an extra toothbrush in his bathroom, a pair of sweats in his dresser—he never makes a big deal out of it, but it’s his quiet way of saying, "You belong here."

bf!Matt who refuses to let you pay for anything when you’re out together. Your card doesn’t even make it out of your wallet before he’s handing his to the cashier. "Nice try," he smirks.

bf!Matt who texts you random thoughts throughout the day. You’ll get messages like: -why do we call them buildings if they’re already built? -i just saw a dog that looked like you idk how to explain it. -miss u btw.

bf!Matt who plays with your fingers absentmindedly. Whether you’re sitting on the couch or lying in bed, his hand always finds yours, lazily intertwining your fingers, tracing over your knuckles as it calms him down.

bf!Matt who gets protective when you’re feeling sick. The second you say you’re not feeling well, he’s already making tea, grabbing medicine, and tucking you under a million blankets. "You’re not moving until you feel better," he says firmly, crossing his arms.

bf!Matt who steals your chapstick just to put it on for you. He swipes it across his lips first, then tilts your chin up."C’mere," he murmurs before kissing you, pressing the flavor against your lips. "See? Shared now."

bf!Matt who gives you his hat when it’s sunny out. Even if he was wearing it first, if you’re squinting in the sun, he justpulls it off and settles it on your head. "Looks better on you anyway," he shrugs.

bf!Matt who pulls you onto his lap without thinking. When you’re standing in front of him talking, he just tugs you down effortlessly. "Why are you all the way over there?" Like he physically can’t sit still unless you’re close.

bf!Matt who lets you warm your feet under his legs. You always do it when you’re lying on the couch, and he flinches at first, groaning dramatically. "Why are your feet literally made of ice?" But he never moves away—he just sighs and lets them stay.

bf!Matt who sends you voice notes instead of texting when he misses you. Sometimes they’re just sleepy mumbles, other times it’s him ranting about his day, but your favorite are the ones where he just sighs and says, "I wish you were here."

bf!Matt who always insists on carrying your bags. It doesn’t matter if it’s groceries, shopping bags, or even your purse—he just takes them without a word, shooting you a look if you try to argue. "What, you think I’m gonna let my girl carry all this?"

bf!Matt who keeps a photo of you as his lock screen. And when people ask about it, he just shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "Why wouldn’t it be her?"

bf!Matt who pulls you into his hoodie when he hugs you. He lifts the hood over your head and wraps you up inside it with him, tucking his chin over your head like he’s trying to block out the rest of the world.

bf!Matt who always tucks you in when you fall asleep first. Even if you crash on the couch, he makes sure you’recomfortable, pulling a blanket over you, fixing your pillow, and pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning the lights down.

bf!Matt who randomly whispers “I love you” even in the most casual moments. Like when you’re brushing your teeth together, tying your shoes, or scrolling through your phone. No big speech, just a soft, honest reminder.

bf!Matt who lets you win arguments just because he likes seeing you smug. You’ll be going back and forth over something dumb, and he just sighs, shaking his head. "You know what? You’re right." He smirks when you light up.

bf!Matt who instinctively holds out his arm when he brakes too hard. Even when you’re wearing a seatbelt, his arm shoots out in front of you. "Force of habit," he mutters, but the way his hand lingers on your shoulder gives him away.

bf!Matt who looks at you like you’re his entire world. No matter where you are or who you’re with, whenever you catch him staring, he just gives you that soft, almost shy smile—like he still can’t believe you’re his.

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Whenever I think of Miraculous's attempts to do context, I think of Gravity Falls.

Gravity Falls was a great show, especially in how they did off-screen context and overarching plot.

SPOILER ALERT

When they did the reveal of Stanley and Stanford, Alex Hirsch used subtext to tease the truth. Ford's glasses, the different nameplate on his car, knowing Gideon wasn't a real psychic since he kept calling him Stanford instead of Stanley—they were all there, but these tiny hints, while are noticeable, generally didn't mean much until the big reveal.

But the fun thing was that the fans saw the subtext, and because of the mystery genre in Gravity Falls, it's almost like audience participation in putting together the clues.

Obviously, I'm not expecting Miraculous to do this. It's a whole other genre, a whole other storyline. But I feel like a distinct parallel that can be taken from it is mainly WHEN said subtext is subtext, and what's not.

One example I can think of is Despair Bear. Adrien told Chloé to fix her attitude otherwise they won't be friends. Relevant for the episode, fine.

BUT THEN

They ignore it for episodes on end until Queen Banana, where Adrien suddenly uses it as a bargaining chip. And when people complain, they act like Adrien's tried this whole time and Chloé's just mean.

Basically, what Miraculous did wrong that Gravity Falls did right was knowing when to call attention to something and when not to.

In Gravity Falls, they were careful with the Stanley-Stanford reveal hints; things like the nameplate and Gideon were small in the grand scheme of things and passed you by if you weren't paying attention. But then they remind you of the mystery surrounding Stan by using small but overt scenes to make you think about it.

However, in Miraculous, they didn't do that. Again, Despair Bear. Adrien threatens their friendship, Chloé gets her act together, blah blah blah. But the issue is, post-episode, it's never mentioned again until practically a whole season later, after which we're just supposed to believe Adrien tried.

When you call attention to scenes from prior episodes, usually through quoting, you're inviting extra scrutiny on how you do your context. However, there's nothing to call attention to! You have Despair Bear, then radio silence until Queen Banana, after which it's treated like the last straw when it was the only straw.

It feels sudden that Adrien cut off the relationship because it was sudden. There was no added context or reminder, like visual effort on Adrien's or Chloé's part to preserve their friendship, and because of that, the conflict in Queen Banana feels thrown out there at random.

When conflict is supposed to coincide with previous episodes but said conflict stretches far from the start of the issue to the actual fight, you need to pepper in reminders to people that this is an issue that will have relevance in the future. You can't just declare it as something, just because that's what YOU think happened. And who knows, maybe to you it did, but we're not in your head, so how are we supposed to know if you don't show it to us?

The audience is usually more eagle-eyed than you think, and if over 90% of the audience missed the context, that's not the audience's fault. It's the creator.

The issue is the same for the infamous wax scene. Discomfort aside, Adrien's attitude towards Marinette post-episode never changed. No lingering glances, no moments of confusion in his feelings, nothing. So when it hits that he apparently has feelings for Marinette, it comes out of the blue. Or the whole Marinette and Cat Noir switching their crushes, with Marinette now like Cat Noir and Cat Noir now liking Marinette. There's just not enough context to justifiably believe that it is what it is.

Sorry for how long it is. I was just thinking about Gravity Falls and one thought turned into another.

This is an excellent time to give one of my favorite pieces of writing advice: if you want to tell stories, then you should study how mysteries are told because most stories have an element of mystery to them.

The mystery genre is the literary equivalent of a puzzle because a good mystery is all about setup and payoff. If the ending of a mystery doesn't come with a feeling of, "oh, how did I miss that?" or "Yes, I knew it!" then you've probably told a bad mystery. But that rule isn't unique to mysteries. Anything with a twist or a reveal requires you to set up those things and, generally speaking, you want to set up these non-mystery twists and reveals the same way you set them up in mysteries. The big difference will be that people aren't aware of what the mystery is, so the clues won't play like clues the first time through.

If you look at Gravity Falls, you know right from the start that there's a mystery afoot because the series begins with the character Dipper discovering a mysterious journal marked with a six-fingered hand and the number three:

This means that everything in the story should be viewed with the knowledge that this journal exists. Viewers assume - correctly - that they are going to learn more and more about the journal as the story goes on. They can also make some logical guesses based on the things they learn. For example, later on, the story introduces a nearly identical journal marked with the number two. For some viewers, this was an "oh, shit!" moment. For others, it was a major win because they'd guessed that this reveal was coming. After all, why would you mark Dipper's journal with a three if it was the only one?

Let's compare this to Miraculous and how it handles things.

I would not call Miraculous a mystery, but - like many non-mystery stories - it has a mystery at its heart: what happened to Emilie Agreste? The answer comes with the reveal that Adrien, Felix, and Kagami are sentimonsters. But, for many viewers, that is not a satisfyingly reveal. They don't look back at the show and go, "Oh, that's why X happened in season one and Y happened in season two! It all make sense now!" Instead, they go, "Wait, how did Gabriel lose in Chat Blanc if Adrien has a remote control?" or "Wait, if Adrien is a sentimonster, then why didn't Chat Noir go nuts when he was cataclysmed in Miraculer? And what about Claw Noir in the Paris special? Why was he totally fine? Gabriel showed us that being transformed doesn't protect you from a cataclysm, so there's no reason why these two didn't act like other sentimonster here."

There are also lots of smaller-scale mysteries going on such as the fate of the eyeglass that Félix used to find Emilie in the season for final. Canon then let Adrien find the abandoned glass in the season four final, making everyone think it was going to be an important plot point in season five. No one knew how it was going to be used, but the hype was real! Hype that went no where because canon apparently forgot about Adrien finding the glass. Mid-season fine, it randomly shows up in Gabriel's possession, a twist so confusing that the wiki can't even figure out what happened here:

In "Pretension", Gabriel somehow finds it and gives it to Tomoe, who uses it to track Félix's scent during her akumatization after he kidnapped Kagami.

Nevermind how Gabriel found it, how did he even know it was Félix's??? Nothing about this makes sense.

This is what I mean when I say that you want to write non-mystery stories like mysteries. No matter the genre, you want your stories to make sense. For stories to make sense, you need to make use of various setup and payoff techniques like foreshadowing. You can also make use of distraction techniques like red herrings. Everything mystery writers use is on the table for other genres. The big difference between mysteries and non-mysteries is not the techniques used, but the timing of events and how the characters are played. In a mystery story, you start with a body on the floor. In a non-mystery, the body might not show up until the end, but the reason it's lying there still needs to make sense!

Similarly, your non-mystery characters may not be trying to solve anything, but you'll still need set things up so that they get the information they need to have in order to make the ending work without it feeling like said ending came out of nowhere. While season five of Miraculous sucked in most ways, it did this to a certain extent by at least taking the time to establish that the Emilie videos existed before bringing them into the final. They also took the time to setup Lila knowing that Gabriel was Monarch. Imagine how much worse the final would feel without those things.

This need to set things up goes beyond plot elements. It applies to character beats, too! Adrien and Chloé's relationship is a wonderful example of a relationship arc that needed to take some lessons from mystery novels. As you noted in the ask, Despair Bear setup the idea that Adrien would cut Chloé off if she kept hurting others:

Adrien:(sighs in disappointment) Chloé, how long have you and I been friends? Chloé: Since we were adorable little tots, Adrikins. (Pouts) Adrien:(disappointed) Well, I'm sorry Chloé, but I can't be friends with someone who treats other people like this. You've gotta be nice to people! Chloé: N-Nice? Adrien: Yes, nice. It's not that hard.

But this setup doesn't pay off until the end of Derision:

Adrien: I know about everything that you did to Marinette last year, Chloé. You're going to go and apologize to her and prove to everyone that you can change. I'm sure she'll forgive you. Chloé: (cackles) Forgive me? What do I care about her forgiveness? I couldn't care less about Dupain-Cheng's feelings! She and the likes of her only exist to suffer for my entertainment. Why bother having power if you can't use it against those who don't have any? You're the one who’s getting things wrong, with your baker girl! You're a prince! You belong with me, the princess! You're in this world to shine! To make fun of all the losers who are only good enough to be used as doormats!  Adrien: You're nothing like a princess, Chloé. I supported you. I gave you multiple chances to become a better person. Everyone reached out to you, including Ladybug and Cat Noir when they gave you the Miraculous of the Bee again. But all you ever think about is yourself. Chloé: And what else is there to think about? Losers and nobodies? The little bees? The planet? Adrien: (angrily) We will NEVER be friends again, Chloé. You and I are DONE. (walks away in anger)

And between those two episodes, the most we get is Chloé breaking up with Adrien in season four's Queen Banana after the two have a fight about her behavior:

Adrien: Hey, wait! Chloé:(turns around) Adrikins, it's sweet of you to want to console me, but I'm fine. I'm going to get my revenge and send Zoé back to New York. Adrien: Actually, I came to suggest that you apologize to everyone. Chloé:(vehemently) Are you ill?! They've ruined my film! Adrien: It was never your film, Chloé. It belonged to the group. You promised me you'd make an effort to stop being mean to everyone. I warned you that if you didn't, then we can no longer be friends. Chloé:(ends her friendship with Adrien) You're as ridiculous that film! It's over, you're no longer my Adrikins, you're Adrinothing! (Runs off to the limousine and cries inside.)

If you look at this like a mystery, it's a pretty awful one. The pacing is terrible and the events don't link together. When Queen Banana had Adrien call Chloé out for breaking her promise, I wasn't sure what he was talking about. The wiki links that line to Despair Bear and that makes sense to me in terms of what happened in Despair Bear, but if that's what he's talking about, then why did it take him two seasons remember his original threat? Why is Queen Banana his breaking point and not Miracle Queen, Zombizou, her theft of the bee, or any of the other awful things Chloé has done? Things that saw Adrien do and say nothing, making his claim that people reached out to her ring rather hollow. He let her get away with some pretty major crimes and only speaks up when she's mildly petty which isn't a great look for his character.

I've also seen several people confused by Derision's ending because they thought that Adrien and Chloé were already done, which is a perfectly reasonable thing to assume since Chloé cut Adrien off in Queen Banana and Adrien doesn't really talk to Chloé between Queen Banana and Derision. Two facts that really undermine his actions in Derision because why did he even bother talking to Chloé at that point? And why was Marinette's trauma the thing that made him finally reach out? It's especially weird when you remember that Adrien didn't get to watch the Derision flashback like we did. He just learned about one "prank" from Kim and went on the warpath. Not an overreaction given how bad the prank was, but a bit of an overreaction when you considered everything Chloé did that Adrien was happy to tolerate.

For this breakup to work and have weight, the show needed to have Adrien consistently reacting to Chloé's bad behavior. We need to see him actually trying and failing to push her to improve. We need to see him struggling between his new friends and his old friend. Those are the clues you use to tease Adrien cutting her off. The setup to the payoff of the breakup. We don't get those so Adrien and Chloé's relationship arc feels like a waste of time because they don't really have a relationship. You could have removed their "friendship" and the show would lose nothing. Just rewrite Despair Bear to give Chloé a different motivation and you're good to go.

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Dating Ace Trappola Headcanons

(To hold you off, his post should be up at 6pm aedt)

Endless Teasing – Ace lives to tease you. Whether it’s playfully mocking your bedhead in the morning or calling you “cute” just to see you flustered, he loves getting a reaction out of you. But the moment you tease him back? He’ll act all dramatic like, “How could you betray me like this?!”

Casual but Sweet – He may not be super romantic in the traditional sense, but he shows he cares in little ways. If he buys himself snacks, he always grabs your favorite too. If you’re tired, he’ll offer you his shoulder (while pretending it’s no big deal).

Competing in Everything – Whether it’s who can eat more takoyaki, who can get a higher score in a game, or even who can come up with the best insult for Crowley, Ace turns everything into a competition. It’s all in good fun, though—unless you actually beat him, in which case he’ll demand a rematch.

Flirty but Gets Flustered Easily – He’s got game… until you turn it on him. If you flirt back or catch him off guard with a compliment, his face goes bright red, and he’ll try (and fail) to play it cool. “Pshh, whatever! It’s not like I was blushing or anything…”

Random, Impulsive Dates – Ace is the type to drag you out for a date with no warning. “C’mon, let’s go to Sam’s shop and blow our madol on junk food!” Expect spontaneous adventures, whether it’s sneaking into a fancy event for free food or convincing you to break curfew “for the thrill of it.”

Acts Tough but is Lowkey Protective – He’s all talk about how he’s the one looking out for you, but the moment someone actually messes with you? He’s stepping up with a cocky grin, ready to talk (or fight) his way through it. “Hey, back off, loser. They’re with me.”

Super Clingy When Tired – He’s usually a ball of energy, but when he gets sleepy, he clings onto you. If you’re sitting down, he’ll rest his head on your shoulder. If you try to move? “Noooo, don’t gooo… just five more minutes.”

Nicknames Galore – You never just get called by your actual name. It’s always something like “Dummy” (affectionate), “My favorite sidekick”, or “Ace’s #1 Fan”. If he’s feeling especially soft, he might slip in a sweet nickname and immediately try to act like it was nothing.

Late-Night Talks – On nights when neither of you can sleep, he’ll send you a message like “U up?” and somehow, you both end up talking about the most random things—what you’d do with a million madol, whether ghosts can be scared of humans, or what kind of pranks you should pull on Deuce tomorrow.

Jealousy? Him? Pfft—Okay, Maybe. – If someone flirts with you, he’ll act all nonchalant like “Oh, you have such great taste in admirers.” But the second you reassure him or tease him about being jealous? “What? Me? Jealous? HA. As if. …But seriously, you’re mine, okay?”

He Loves Seeing You Smile – Ace won’t admit it outright, but nothing makes him happier than making you laugh. If he notices you’re feeling down, expect goofy antics, dumb jokes, and all kinds of distractions just to see you smile again.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Thats New! ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- Percy Jackson x Cupid!reader

Summary- What happens when one of your infamous arrows guide you straight to your destiny?

category- fluff

warnings- all characters are 17+, not accurate to Cupid history, not proofread

word count: 4214

masterlist; valentines special; percy jackson masterlist

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Every 100 years a person is born from a singular rose sprouted from the ground, these people are called Cupids. Now they have their own names but Cupid is what they are referred to by random people, or in the history books and folktales.

When born they are automatically at the age of eighteen, In the 100 years they are living their job and sole purpose is to help others find their true love. The catch is, if they find their own true love something changes. If this happens is when they finally start to age, no matter how long they have already been alive and now they don’t pursue their job anymore. If you happen to meet your own soulmate another will be birthed from a singular rose and take over the job for you as you continue your life as human. Now most Cupids didn’t find their soulmate, so it was very rare for someone of your kind to be overtaken with love of their own.

Truthfully being Cupid was lonely, you were simply a creation. You didn’t have parents or siblings, you just had to watch people around you fall in love and help them fall in love all while never experiencing it for yourself. In your eyes love was beautiful, but for you it was also a curse. You weren’t confident in the possibility that you could find your soulmate in your lifetime, truthfully you didn’t think it would happen, it very rarely happened to Cupids.

Some Myths and folktales about you and your kind wert wrong, some were right. Yes, you did have wings, yes you had a bow and arrow, yes you loved love. No you weren’t a baby, no Cupids weren’t always men, and no there isn’t only one Cupid. Your wings were a pink and tan ombre-ish color while your bow and arrows were red your arrows has hearts at both ends of them. I mean you were cupid after all, you had to have a heart design somewhere!

Today you were in New York, as Cupid you traveled around the world, simply going about your day and if you sensed that two people around you were soulmates you would pick up your arrows and aim. You had just shot two of your arrows at two girls while walking through the park, after you aimed and hit them in the back you watched as they interacted, the both of them having just met their soulmate without even realizing it. You smiled and walked away, continuing about your day and walking towards the beach.

You walk onto the beach and look over at the sky just above the water, you inspected the beautiful glow of the sun on the water. One thing you had always loved was the ocean, maybe not the scariness of it but you thought it was beautiful, especially at sunrise and sunset, it was so beautiful it entranced you. When you would have to use you your wings to fly from state to state or country to country your favorite thing was flying above the water, plus a lot of the sea creatures seemed to love you.

Your wings tingle and your senses are overtaken with a need, it was a Cupid thing. Turning to your left you spot a man making his way off of the beach, that was it. Quickly you reach to your side and grab your bow and arrows, perfectly aligning it with his back and letting it go, it flew through the air and landed straight into the water instead of the mans back. Your eyebrows furrow and you are taken aback, that never happens, Cupids have 100% aim, it caused her to worry.

Quickly you grab another arrow and align it straight with the center of his back, letting go and it hits itself into the mans back at the last second. Imagery for only your eyes to see, red hearts appear around his body for a moment before disappearing as he walks further out of eye distance. No, his soulmate wasn’t in eyesight of you but you could sense that she was near and they would be crossing paths soon, they would work out even though you didn’t shoot her as well.

But right now your focus was on your first arrow. You stash your bow back to your aide and march your way over to the water where your missed arrow had landed. Were you dying? is this what happens when a Cupid dies? It hasn’t been 100 years yet, not even close. Why was your aim messing up? this wasn’t supposed to happen nor did it ever.

With still furrowed brows and concern etched across your face you lean down and grab your red arrow from the water that had simply been floating at the top, still in the same place it landed. “thats new” you murmur to yourself.

Although when you stick your arrow back into your quiver something happens. A small section of the water in front of you starts to lift up into the air on each side of you to create a heart. Your face if possible holds more confusion than it had before, but this time instead of worry as well your face holds curiosity. You read your hand out and gently make contact with the water heart but when you do so the heart breaks apart, back into two separate small waves and one of them tug you closer to the water. “woah!” you stumble. Pulling back hastily you slightly bend your knees and become eye level with the waves “what is this?” you whisper to yourself, secretly hoping the wave would answer it but it clearly didn’t.

The two waves then point forward, towards the rest of the ocean and suddenly there is a path of pink, red, and white roses lining just one slim path of the water that you were sure only you could see. Your eyes light up at the beautiful sight while the two waves you deem as friendly urge you to follow the path that was seemed to be made just for you.

You think about it for a moment before lifting off of the sand gently with your wings and flying just above the water, following the path of multi colored roses.

Unknowing to you, on the other side of the path was a vert confused demigod. Percy had been peacefully sitting by the water, messing with it as always when suddenly a path of a bunch of red, white, and pink roses in the water enter his line of sight. He doesn’t know what this means, how to go about it, or if it was a message from his father but the only thing he does is freeze and stare at the roses in amazement. “thats new” he murmurs to himself.

Confused by the strange encounter Percy ended up staying sat at his spot on the beach by his cabin to see if anything would change. He probably should have told someone about the strange encounter but he simply couldn’t, he was too entranced by the view.

It took you a bit to get towards the end of the path or roses. As you’re flying you can see the end of the path in your vision but you come to a stop when you see a boy at the very end of the roses, he was sitting on the sand with a white rose spinning beneath his fingers, you couldn’t help but notice he was very attractive and looked around her age. After inspecting him for a moment your senses start to tingle and an aura appears around the boy.

You were confused, as Cupid your powers never went out of their way to take you to someone just so you could help them meet their soulmate but here you were with your powers telling you that this boys soulmate was there and you needed to hit him with one of your love arrows. You sigh and reach for your arrows from your quiver then aim at him, letting go of the string and seeing the arrow fly through the air. All or a sudden you let out a scream, you’re falling. Your wings gave pit and you were hurdling towards the water beneath you.

You had been bracing yourself for the impact of the cold water with closed eyes so you didn’t even notice how your arrow completely missed the mystery boy and went straight into the water instead. Which again never happened but happened for the 2nd time that day. The cold water you had prepared yourself for never enveloped you, instead the only thing that was enveloped was your calfs and below. Your eyes shoot open on surprise and look down in shock, the water had swooped up into the air and clutched at the bottom of your legs, stopping you from hitting the water entirely. You’re breathing heavily as you look down confusingly at the water encasing your legs.

“Who are you?” A panicked voice calls out to you

Your head snaps up towards the voice and you make eye contact with the boy you had shot with your arrow, or at least you thought so. “What?” you exclaim in response to the boy, you knew exactly what he asked but you wanted to prolong the question. I mean who would believe you when you said you were Cupid? No one would so whenever you were born you gave yourself your own name for whenever someone asked.

“I said, who are you and what are you doing here?” The boy says stronger than the first time, he was holding his hand palm out towards you which confused you strongly.

“My name is y/n and I don’t know how I got here, I swear” Okay maybe you lied a little bit, well I take that back…about everything but who cares.

The boys facial expressions looked just as strong and determined as it has been the entire time. “Okay, what are you?” he asks, emphasizing the ‘what’

Your face confronts in confusion “what are you talking about?” You ask in exasperation and you look him up and down from your spot in the air, little ways away from him. He raises a brow at you and then nods “you have wings” He points out. At his words your body stills and you thin your lips. You totally forgot about that, no one ever saw your wings because you never flew in front of people so it was easy to forget that you had them sometimes. You give up, slumping your shoulders you then give him a bored look “look can I get to land first? I don’t really like being held in the air by water”

The boy looks thoughtful for a moment before he seems to decide he trust you at least slightly and moves his hand in a certain way. When he does this the water moves forward, towards him, carrying me with it. Looking at him then down at the water in amazement is then when you notice that your arrow never hit him, it completely missed and hit the water instead…for the second time today.

As soon as your feet hit the sand you start to speak, your face covered in shock as you look at the still unknown boy in front of you. “So, What are you?” He asks curiously but still just as strongly as before. You raise an eyebrow at him “you’re Posidens son” you say knowingly, avoiding his question. No, you didn’t know at first but seeing what he did with the water told you that he was a kin to the greek god because you knew he wasn’t the greek god himself.

“wha- what are you talking about?” Water boy stutters, taking a step back further away from you.

You roll your eyes and reach down at the water that meats the sand, grabbing your arrow and placing it into your quiver. You figured you might as well tell him who you are, I mean he was clearly Posidens son so he had experience with weird and unusual things. Holding your hand out you then introduce yourself “Hi, i’m Cupid and you’re Posidens son, although I don’t know your name. Unless its actually just ‘Posidens Son’”

The boy stares at you and then your hand, his eyes switching between the two. He then hesitantly takes your hand in his and shakes it “Percy” He tells you his name. You nod in response “I like that” you respond, the both of your hands separating from each other

When the boy told you his name you couldn’t help but feel a rush of happiness and butterflies, you didn’t know where that came from. Thats never happened to you, you’ve never experienced butterflies like the people you’ve targeted have, it was weird… but you liked it. For some strange reason you wanted to be close to him, know everything about him but you had to hold those urges back.

When Percy saw you in the air falling he thought you were literally a falling angel and when he got a look at your face those thoughts didn’t change. He was mesmerized, he truly didn’t think he had ever seen someone as close to perfect as you but that didn’t change the fact that you were a random person on camp grounds uninvited so he had to keep his guard up. When you got even closer and when you begun speaking he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach and flutter through his entire body. You were the moat beautiful person he had ever seen and as far as he could tell right now you were very sarcastic, and so was he. He felt the overwhelming urge to get to know you which he never really felt before.

Despite what he was feeling at the moment Percy looks you up and down in deep thought “you said your name was y/n, but you also said it was Cupid. So which it is?” he asks.

You nod your head to yourself, debating on how you should explain it. “Well you can call me whichever but technically I am a Cupid, I just go by y/n to normal people” You shrug

The boy nods along and when you’re done he couldn’t help but ask a question after hearing your explanation “you’re a Cupid?”

“I am Cupid…of this small time period” you respond

He looks at you still slightly confused even though he knew exactly what you meant, he just couldn’t believe it. “You’re Cupid…of this time period” He repeats almost exactly what you just said in slight shock

Nodding in response you also decide to speak. “Yes, in around like 70 years I will die and someone else will take over. Look! I got the wings and the bow and arrows!” You inform him, the last bit excitingly while turning around and showing him your wings, then popping your hip out slightly and showing him your bow and arrows

“Cupid?” He asks in shock but now you’re starting to get slightly annoyed. You just wanted to get past the introductions and get to know this boy.

“Yes, Cupid. As in I help people find their soulmates and I shoot them in the back with my arrows.” you remark in an obvious tone

“This is insane” Percy mutters, unable to take his eyes off of you. “Why- why are you here and whats with the roses?” he asks curiously, now feeling more open and welcoming towards the girl seeing as she hasn’t tried a single thing.

“I don’t know” you sigh, plopping down onto the sand underneath you. You felt dejected, you had no idea what was happened. You still had a long while of being Cupid to go, you cant die you’re immortal until you reach 100, were your powers going out for some strange reason? were whatever higher ups taking away your life as Cupid slowly, you were just very confused and upset about what was going on.

Percy looks down at your sad form, he doesn’t know why but it physically and mentally hurt him seeing you upset even though he had simply known you for 10 minutes. He plops down on the sand next to you and looks at your side profile sadly “whats wrong?” he asks carefully; leaning forward to get a better look at your face but all he’s met with is a hopeless expression that catches him off guard and makes his heart clench.

“I never miss. When I shoot an arrow its because I can sense a pair of soulmates who are not yet together are near so when I let go and the arrow goes flying it never misses, its literally a part of being a Cupid, your aim is 100% from the moment you are born…but i’ve missed twice today. While I was at the beach earlier my arrow flew into the water and then the water did this weird thing and it led me here with the roses where I missed again”

Percy looks at you in deep thought. You seemed really sad over this fact but he understood, a big part of who you are was changing, he knew exactly how you were feeling. But while he was going over your words in his head he noticed something, his back straightens “you tried to shoot me with one of your arrows?” he asks, sounding confused and slightly alarmed

You turn towards him and make eye contact “well…yes but its because your soulmate is nearby, I sense it”

“O-oh do you know who it is?” He asks, looking at you intently

You look at him awkwardly “No, all I know is they’re nearby somewhere” you shrug and start playing with the sand with one hand

Percy takes a deep breath, you seemed really upset and he got off track with talking about his soulmate. Even though he desperately wanted to know doesn’t mean he’s going to ignore your problems, he felt the need to see you smile and make you feel better anyways. “Are you okay?” he asks carefully, scooting a little closer to you.

You swallow and take a breath “I just wish I knew what this meant, my time as Cupid isn’t over yet” you respond softly. You didn’t like that the boy to your left looked sad, he was sad because of you and you hated that for some odd reason. You had never felt like this but you needed him yo cheer up

Percy is shocked to say the least, there wasn’t only 1 cupid? He would ask you more questions about your origin later, once he had you smiling but he didn’t know how to do that. Percy lifts up his hand, palm out towards the water while sneaking side glances at you. You had picked up a shell from the sand and was playing with it between your fingers but when you notice some harsher movements in the water in front of the two of you. All of a sudden a bubble of water lifts up from the rest of the water and starts getting closer to you. Now that the bubble is in front of you guys you notice one singular fish inside of it. You sit up, now on your knees and looking towards the bubble excitingly. Your eyes move to Percys happily then back towards the bubble.

Percys eyes stay glued to you, he made you smile. It made him feel a lot better, seeing you happy and smiling instead of upset and frowning and the way you were looking at him right now gave him an extreme wave of butterflies. Percy then drops the bubble back into the body of water and moves onto something else. The water right in front of them hitting the shore lifts up from the sand and forms a heart. “A heart for the queen of hearts and love” He leans into you and says, keeping his eyes in you. You look at him in shock before turning back towards the water and smiling hugely, you then reach your hand out gently to touch the water white Percy smiles softly at you. When you touch the heart the water becomes pink instead of its usual clear blue. You let out a small barely audible gasp and jump back slightly while Percy straightens and looks between you and the water in shock. And based off of your reaction he can tell thats never happened before. Since he had been caught off guard the water heart collapsed back into the water while the entire body of water in front of them stayed pink.

“Thats never happened before has it?” Percy asks even though he already knows the answer. “No” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of the now pink water in front of you.

When you finally take your eyes off of the water in front of you and look at the boy to your left you are once again met with the aura around him, his soulmate was nearby. You sigh sadly, this was the first connection you have ever truly made other than ordering in a restaurant, being Cupid was lonely but in this moment you didn’t actually feel that feeling anymore.

But what you didn’t notice was the way Percy was looking at you, he was looking at you in pure confusion and shock. You look u, ready to grab your bow and arrow so he can meet his soulmate but when you see his face you pause. “What is that?” Percy says quietly, pointing around you

Your eyebrows furrow and you look all around you, that was when you finally notice the thing Percy was talking about. You stand up and lift your arms from your sides slightly while looking around you. Around you was the same exact pink aura you are seeing on Percy, the same exact aura you see on everyone who you need to help meet their soulmate. It seems as though while you were looking at yourself is when Percy noticed that he also had the same exact aura around him, people weren’t supposed to see their aura, they never did.

You guessed that this time was different because he was Cupids soulmate, he was your soulmate! You found your soulmate, something most Cupids never do. When your eyes meet his the both of you felt this undeniable connection, stronger than it had been since you guys met. What you two felt in that moment was truly unexplainable, neither of you would be able to explain it ever but here you were staring at one another with a shocked yet needing look in both of your eyes. “Does this mean what I think it means?” Percy says awestruck.

A small laugh bubbles through you and you look down at yourself then right back up at him, unable to keep your eyes away from the boy in front of you. “yeah” you whisper while nodding. Breaking your intense eye contact your bow and quiver full of arrows start to disappear. The two of you look down at your waist in shock, your face relaxes. You knew this would happen, when a Cupid meets their soulmate they become human, they wont be Cupid anymore but Percy on the other hand was shocked and worried. He just met you, someone who he felt such a strong connection to as soon as he saw you, someone who felt like home and you were just disappearing or at least thats what he thought. Your wings then start to disintegrate and disappear which saddens you yes, you would definitely miss your wings a lot but it worried Percy. He strides the little ways forward and grips your hands into his “Whats happening?” he demands, his tone worrying. You look up at him with furrowed eyebrows, why was he worried? but then you realize what he thought was happening. Your hands move out of his and to the sides of his face, holding him gently while his hands move to your waist, feeling the need to touch you in some way. “Im becoming human, i’m okay i’m just not Cupid anymore.” you speak gently, trying to soothe him

“Why?” he whispers confused

“because I met you” you respond softly

After today Percy would try his best to hide you in his cabin so Chiron, Dionysus and the other campers wouldn’t find you but he did tell Grover and Annabeth, wanting them to meet you. After today the two of you would get to know each other in every aspect of the other’s lives and start to develop actual feelings instead of just a connection. Percy would be making sure you were safe from monsters and you who practiced and practiced to be able to fight alongside him which he didn’t like. You two would begin to love each other and continue the rest of your lives together.

Who knew your soulmate would be Demigod, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon.

and who knew Percy Jacksons soulmate would literally be Cupid herself.

a/n: im sick and on my period but I really loved writing this story specifically

[lilmarshie]

Dating Seong Gi-hun HC’s

A/N- I have been watching Squid Games and I wanted to write some headcanons about some of my favorite characters. I hope that you all enjoy! And there will be more Marvel headcanons and imagines coming soon.

- Despite his past mistakes and personal struggles, Gi-hun has a deeply protective side

- He goes out of his way to ensure your safety and wellbeing

- He often puts his needs far above his own

- Gi-hun loves to surprise you with spontaneous outings

- He enjoys late night drives to the beach, trips to the local amusement park, and simple walks in the park

- Gi-hun believes in making memories in the spur of the moment

- He appreciates the little things within your relationship

- Gi-hun often shares his thoughts and feelings with you creating a deep emotional connection

- He enjoys cooking with you even if he’s not the best at cooking

- He finds it therapeutic to laugh, make a mess, and enjoy a lovely meal together

- Gi-hun supports you and your ambitions wholeheartedly

- He is your number one fan

- Gi-hun is quite affectionate and loves cuddling with you

- He holds your hand, gives you random hugs, and plants gentle kisses on your forehead

- These small gestures show you how much he adores you

- Gi-hun loves sharing stories about his past with you as well as, happier moments from before the games

- These stories are filled with valuable life lessons and humor

- Gi-hun is a great listener

- He pays extra attention when you talk about your day, your problems, or your dreams

- Gi-hun loves giving you small and thoughtful gifts such as flowers, your favorite snacks, and cute small trinkets

- These gifts always come with a thoughtful and cute note

- The two of you love enjoying time with each other in silence just enjoying each other’s company

- These moments are filled with love and contentment

[zakura-ss]

Dancing under the starlight ☆

[guardian-angle22]

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> Comfort Kisses

[rynli]

me: I should write the one-shot that lives in my head about Harry applying for a job

brain: you will write a whole casefic about Harry realizing being a cop already killed him once, acab applies even to Kim, and he needs to quit if he wants to get better