#i don't want this to come off as dramatic

[cherryredstars]

Hey cherry! I loved your work for a really long time and I saw you had your requests open. 💕

What about dancer!reader and a dbf!Miguel and he just loves to go to her dance recitals and competitions with her dad and smother her in the flowers he bought her as a gift afterwards <33

Pairing: dbf!Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Age Gap, Secret Relationship

A/N: I did ballet for one year in kindergarten and have no idea how recitals work so take my Dance Mom knowledge instead. But I hope you enjoy and thank you, love!

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You are going to throw up.

You always feel like you're going to throw up right before your performance. Behind the stage curtain, you shake out your arms and legs, trying to loosen your joints and relax your body. The girl on stage right now is doing amazing, and while you're happy for her, you're also scared. You don't want to be lackluster in comparison.

You watch anxiously as the girl makes her final steps before her number ends, and she does her performative exit off the stage. She quickly shuffles past you once she gets behind the curtain, and you both exchange nervous nods of acknowledgment. You let out a shaky breath as you stare at the now empty stage, mouth almost thinning before you think better of it and risk smudging your lipstick. After a bit of silence, you have one of the stage crew tap your shoulder, giving you a silent show of 5 seconds before you get called on. You straighten up, getting into your entrance position just in time for the announcer to call your name and performance piece.

You enter the stage, facing the crowd as the music begins to fade in. The auditorium is dark. Only the first few rows are barely lit from them glowing stage lights. Even so, your eyes zero in on two figures near the center of the audience. You aren't exactly sure how they always find seats in the same area every time, but the dedication and consistency touch you.

When the music picks up, you begin your routine, trying to simultaneously remember to keep your face expressive and count the steps in your head. With all the fast movements, the audience in front of your blurs into one large mass. You can feel every bone in your body softening as you get into your element, muscle memory locking in as the movements become natural and almost effortless. Something in your mind buzzes with satisfaction as your entire being hones in on the carefree nature of your dance, remaining even after the music ends and you do your last step on beat.

The buzz begins to fade to make way to the applause of the audience, and you let out a breathless smile as you bask in it for a few short seconds before you find your way backstage again. A few of your friends come up to you, complimenting you on a brilliant dance. It's smiles and quiet laughter backstage as the rest of the dances and performances continue, filling the time until you all gather on stage again for a final bow and thank yous before you all disperse into the crowd. A few of your friends walk out with you, and one of your friends link your arms with theirs.

"Soooo, are you finally going to go out with us to get something to eat? This might be the last time we all dance on the same stage."

You laugh, shaking your head at your friend's dramatics. It's not even any one of your friend's last year at the studio, just an excuse to guilt trip you into going. From the corner of your eye, you can see a familiar figure staring at you. You shake off your friend, telling them off for their dramatics and giving your friend group hugs and goodbyes. Your friend groans as they're pulled away from the others, yelling back at you that you have no choice but to join them next time. You roll your eyes and wave back, watching as they leave from a side entrance.

The second they leave through the door, you gasp as a kiss is placed to the back of your neck. Your hand slaps around the area as a shiver runs down your spine, turning to find Miguel behind you. You smile, swatting his chest.

"Ew! My neck is still sweaty!" You whine, peering behind his muscular body. "Where's dad?"

Miguel hands you a bouquet a flower, and you smile as you take it from him. They're bright and pretty, smell lovely. They coincidentally match your costume, and you hold them to your chest.

"Bathroom." Miguel answers simply, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Good job, mi luz. Looked fucking beautiful."

Your cheeks burn, and you lean up on your toes to press a returning kiss to his cheek. You're sure you look awestruck at him, lovesick better describing it. You throw your arm around his neck, your other hand jutted away to make sure the flowers aren't crushed as you hug him. Miguel's arms wrap around you, large hands planted on your up and lower back, rubbing up and down gently. You practically melt into the embrace, only pulling away when you see your father reenter the auditorium. You move to pull away, but Miguel doesn't let you leave without a quick squeeze to the ass.

You gasp in surprise, glaring at him as your dad walks up to the two of you. Your eyes are trained on Miguel's mischievous ones, mouthing You are SO dead, to him as your father pulls you into his own hug. You're practically suffocating in your dad's embrace, but you can't help but smile as he sways you back and forth as he congratulates his "little girl".

When your dad finally pulls away, he ruffs up your hair, laughing at your irritated face as it loosens your hair from the up-do. Your father throws an arms around you, Miguel trailing besides you as your father begins to walk out of the auditorium.

"Let's go get something to eat, I bet your hungry from doing all the twisting and turning."

You nod in agreement, your eyes moving over to Miguel. He smiles at you from the corner of his eye. He grabs your hand as your father begins rambling, clueless to his daughter and best friend.

Miguel gives your hand a squeeze and you hold the flowers a bit tighter.

#cherry's requests🍒 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara #miguel atsv #miguel o hara #miguel x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o hara x y/n #miguel o hara x reader #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you

[freedomfireflies]

404rrry catching a cold and wanting to babied by tink but also trying to act all tough “im just letting you be nice to me you know? But keep rubbing my back”😂

🩷🩷

“Harry—”

“No.”

“Harry—”

“Uh-uh.”

You huff. “Harold, I swear to god, if you don’t open your mouth so I can take your temperature, I will shove this thermometer up your ass and take it that way.”

He grimaces. “You don’t need to take my temperature. I’m not sick.”

“You’re coughing, you have a fever, you have snot literally dripping down your nose, and you can’t even stand up.” You cross your arms. “You’re sick.”

“And you’re annoying. But apparently there’s no prescription for that, is there? Well, I guess there is one—”

“Harry.”

“What?” He groans and presses his palm to his forehead. “You’re giving me a headache, do you mind?”

“Yeah. I do. Can you take the damn medicine I got you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because you probably laced it with something,” he retorts. “And also because I’m not sick. Why do you even care so much? Do you really expect me to believe that you don’t like to see me suffer?”

“Oh, I do,” you agree. “But if you’re not better by next week, I have to go to that goddamn convention alone and Alex will be there. And if you’re not there, then I have to deal with him alone, and that’s just not fair.”

He considers this a moment, smirking slightly before leaning back against his headboard. “So…you wanna use me to make another guy jealous?”

“I—ew. No. I just…he’s annoying and he always hits on me and it’s gross.”

“So…”

“So, I’m not using you, but he’s scared of it. It’s just—forget it, are you gonna take the damn medicine or not?”

“Can you admit that you like to show me off to your nerdy admirers?”

You scowl. “No.”

“Fine. Then I guess I’ll just stay here and miss the convention.” He pauses. “...even though I’m not sick.”

With a rather dramatic groan, you reach for the bottle of pills on his nightstand. “Fine. Fine. Maybe…I like to have you around…sometimes…because it makes me look…better. Maybe. Sometimes.”

He grins. “Uh-huh. And…?”

Your teeth grit. “And I would really appreciate if you would come to the convention with me…so I can make…Alex…jealous.”

“Mm. Good girl.” Pleased, he sticks out his tongue and his hand.. “All right, Doctor. Make me better. Oh, but if you do decide to put something up my ass…the lube is in the second drawer. Right next to the strap-on.”

You smirk.

OKAY I DON'T KNOW IF I DID THIS RIGHT BUT I HOPE IT WAS SOMEWHAT WHAT YOU WERE WANTING, THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT BB, THIS IS FUN HEHE 💞

#harry #harry styles #404 concept #concept night #harry styles fluff #harry and tink #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you

[pinkeos]

Dad!Aventurine Headcanons

Warning/s: None and reader's gender isn't mentioned, whether the child is adopted or your own is up to you

Notes: I wish I had a dad🧍 /j

im fully convinced aventurine is a girl dad and it's hard to convince me otherwise

with his job, dad!aven couldn't spend that much time with his little girl as much as he wanted, the days where he wasn't needed to leave for different planets were far and between

and when he leaves, it takes weeks to months before he comes home despite trying his very best to finish his assignment quickly so, even though he knows it won't exactly be comparable to his presence in his daughter’s life, he sends gifts and toys. whatever she wanted, he’d give it to her

dad!aven would often call you when he's away, face timing to see and talk to you and your daughter. it'd send a pang of guilt and pain in his heart to see the frown and the tears she held back whenever he said he wouldn't be home yet

he’d be the type to rewatch the videos you’d send of you and your kid just enjoying your days whenever he misses you both, a smile on his face as he grows more determined to finish his work to come home to you

he loves his family, and treats you two as his most precious treasures, more precious than anything else in the galaxy. you’re the only ones he has left, after all. he thought his luck had ran out when you and your daughter entered his life, because he couldn't get any luckier

but whenever the man’s home, oh boy does the house get so lively

dad!aven would go along with his daughter’s wishes, doing whatever she wanted so you often had to help your husband wipe the thick make up off of his face that your daughter applied on him when they played

you remember walking in on them having a pretend tea party where they gossiped about the other ‘guests’ which were her plushies, he looked like he was enjoying it more than your daughter

they'd make bracelets together, and he'd proudly wear the bracelet his daughter made for him even though the colors didn't really look that good together or with his outfit. in his eyes, it was perfect and he'd bring it up to whoever he was talking to at work even though no one asked

dad!aven would be the type to sneak sweets for your daughter even though you told him not to because dinner was almost done, he was a victim to your daughter’s puppy eyes and pout

he once spent a day out to bond with his daughter, insisting you go and rest and have some you time while he takes care of your daughter. you later found out he took her to the casino, and the way you scolded their ears off after made him remind himself not to do it again

dad!aven was an entirely different person than the aventurine of the ten stonehearts. he was but a loving father that treasured both you and his daughter

“daddy, move! you’re heavy!” your daughter whined as she tried to push her father who was leaning against her on the couch as they waited for you to finish preparing for the day out

aventurine dramatically gasped, looking down at his daughter with a faux offended look, “do you not want my love and affection anymore?”

the child, who genuinely thought she hurt her father's feelings, stammered, “n-no!”

“‘no’?” he echoed, his acting skills quite helpful when teasing his little girl as he looked away, sniffing as if he was actually crying

“i-i mean!” she stood on the couch, wrapping her short arms around his shoulders, “i still want daddy’s hugs! even when im older! i don't want you to leave again!”

his teasing might've gotten a bit too far when she began to sob, aventurine internally panicked as he embraced her, rubbing her back, “hey now, daddy was just teasing.”

“why is our little girl crying, kakavasha?”

the moment he heard your voice, he knew he was done for

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail fanfic #aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine fanfic #i miss aventurine imma go play and stare at him #the things id do for him:((

[ewingstan]

If you had a chance to recommend (real-world) superhero comics to the Undersiders, which comics would you recommend and why?

Oh, good question. Its been a minute since I was really into comics (I gotta figure out how to reactivate my Marvel Unlimited account), but I think I have enough background to come up with some good picks.

Lotta good options for Taylor. My first thought is to give her Ewing's X-Men Red (aka "the main reason I need to catch up on Marvel comics"), since a superhero story that focuses a lot on gaining and maintaining societal power and the work of governing as a leader in a super-community seems like it would appeal to the Warlord of the Boardwalk. Plus a lot of it is "kill the previous leader in a way that ensures you have a popular mandate," which I'm sure she'd be a fan of.

If we're talking Taylor at the start of the story or younger—well, I don't know if it makes sense to give her runs of the character she's most a pastiche of, but maybe something that fits the Spider-Man niche could still be appealing for a young down-on-her-luck aspiring hero? I could see her getting something out of the Simone or Ahmed Ms. Marvel runs, for instance.

(While Watchmen might seem like the natural pick, I'm pretty sure she'd lose a lot of enjoyment just from picking out all the ways Veidt's plan was obviously gonna fail for x y z reasons. Also dark deconstructions of superhero worlds would probably seem too familiar to her world for her to enjoy it.)

If Taylor would be interested in comics statecraft, Lisa would probably be more interested in comics spycraft and intrigue. Ewing's S.W.O.R.D. would probably scratch the same itch for her that X-Men Red would for Taylor (and Storm dramatically blowing off Doom would probably satisfy her after all the ulcer-inducing negotiations with Accord.) I might also give her Ewings New Avengers and USAvengers runs (look this is gonna include a lot of Al Ewing recs, get used to it early) if only because I feel like she'd enjoy how Roberto gets characterized in those comics. Magnificent bastard solidarity.

If we're giving comics to Brian, we already need to work past his defensive avoidance of anything that seems too childish, so I don't think we're getting anything pre-dark ages. That said, he famously thinks "looking mature" means "sick-ass skulls and leather jackets," so his idea of maturity might skew a bit into McFarlane territory. Ultimately though I think he'd be most comfortable with something where he could plausibly say "this isn't just a comic, it's actually a well-respected piece of literature." I'd want that to mean Moore's Saga of the Swamp Thing, but it'd probably actually mean The Dark Knight Returns.

As a dark horse pick, I'd give Brian some early New Warriors or Ewing's Contest of Champions, if only because Night Thrasher feels so close to what he wants his vibe to be (dramatic black leather ensemble with a very 90's idea of cool, unflappable expert strategist who pulls his weight despite a powerset with limited applicability, died horribly and came back much later for weirdly impersonal reasons) while also being just ridiculous enough to make me want to see his reaction.

Given Iota's commentary on Alec's pizza habits, I'd think Alec would most be a fan of something intense and bombastic and not mind if its often repetitive. I'd almost say Berserk would be a good match for him, but parts of that that might actually be triggering for him. Maybe some other ultra-violent longrunning work; I haven't read Fist of the North Star but it seems like a safe recommendation; various X-Force runs could work if we're sticking with Western comics.

Rachel really doesn't seem like someone who'd have much appreciation for any aspect of comics. The best bet would be something visually spectacular in a way that could be appreciated on its own, and a plot that's interesting taking issues on their own and not just as part of ongoing runs. I could see Ewing's Immortal Hulk as fitting those criteria; her power gives her an artist's appreciation for Bennett's horrific depictions of the Hulk's transformations (even if praising Bennett for anything feels in poor taste).

Ewing's scripts for each issue of Hulk are clever in a way that I feel Rachel could find entertaining; they don't require an attention she couldn't keep up, but also aren't simple to the point of being condescending. Plus, the thematic focus on "what can and can't be solved through unspeakable acts of destruction" would feel familiar in a way that's less frustrating than normal comic tut-tutting about how obviously we can't attack these guys (plus the greater willingness to say "oh yeah unspeakable destruction definitely is the best way forwards here" would be pretty satisfying).

I feel like Aisha would have more patience for comic tropes than a lot of the other undersiders, (I could see her enjoying the original Fantastic Four run), but at the same time she'd probably enjoy something a bit more complicated and out-there. Ewing's Rocket might be appealing as heist-focused mini, and I feel like the mix of melancholy and absurdity would appeal to her. Rosenberg's Hawkeye: Freefall would work for similar reasons, though replace "melancholy" with "simmering rage."

Morrison's Doom Patrol and The Invisibles both have characters Aisha might relate to for the whole "society largely ignoring or wanting to go away" thing. Plus they both have big weird ideas she'd appreciate, Richard Case's art works well with her aesthetics, and they're both seen as "respectable" series to the point that she might like peppering in references to them in alongside Jules Verne jokes.

Huh, I just realized that Aisha and Brian both ended up chasing an appearance of being mature and somewhat surface-level and off-putting ways. Brian "trust me I'm a normal adult man" and Aisha "I've compiled spider-man quips for every work in the Western Canon and will get frustrated when you don't get them" Laborn, the "something ain't right about that kid" siblings.

(I will say that Morrison's Doom Patrol has some weird black stereotypes so if anyone wants to pitch me on a similar work without Morrison's occasional racism I'd be curious).

I'd give Rowell's run on Runaways to Sabah, if only because "somewhat antivillanous found family group of teens that mostly don't have to worry about anything besides relationship drama" sounds like a nice escape for her. Closer to what she wants the Undersiders to be like. Also, I feel she'd enjoy Kris Anka's focus on fashion in his art.

I don't have a lot to go off for Lily. I could see some of the more recent Captain Marvel runs appealing to her sense of true-blue militant heroism. Ayala's New Mutants or Ahmed's Black Bolt might help combat her whole "villains are ontologically evil" thing, at least to a certain extent.

#apologies for all the al ewing picks but. Cmon. You all know what im about. #greatwyrmgold #wormblr #wildbow #parahumans #mals reads worm #mals says #undersiders

[evilminji]

I think I figured it out?

My favorite thing to do with Danny? And the Zone in General?

Is to just... zoom out a bit, maybe move stage left, leave the trouble and (most of the) dramatics of his teen years behind and just? Discover that not all of Death is War. Not every Obsession is violence.

Sometimes it's owning a fancy little soaps shop. Or that PERFECT garden of their dreams, where they can share with EVERYBODY, that they could never manage in life. Maybe it's the universe biggest Comics library.

Yeah, when you can't die and pain is kinda subjective, a good ol fashioned brawl IS the best way to communicate. Fist to Fist, ecto to ecto, come out the otherside understanding each other a bit better. But like?

.....you could ALSO just use your damn words, you know? Maybe some of us don't WANT to fight.

The freedom to Do Anything? Means a good chunk of us will say "Nah, we good". And move on to do other, non-violent things! Not every Area of the Zone is the SAME you know. It's like countries. Or, well, Galaxies? Since it IS far more spread out then any country will ever be.

It's why Danny probably didn't notice. Thought his area was all there is. It's the standard "my neighborhood is the default. Normal for everywhere" mindset that people unknowingly tend to have before they travel much. It's not like he had any chance to learn otherwise.

He had school in the morning. Had to stick close in case a fight broke out. How FAR could he truely travel? The end of the metaphorical street? The next block over? The Far Frozen alone was pushing it!

But then! He defeats the Tyrant of his Area of the Zone. And it's like a map filling in, in the back of his head. Perfect outline of what's "his" and "not his". And??? Wait, wut?

Why is he not surprised the Observants fuckin Lied? Pariah wasn't King Of Everything! He was king of... *head starts to violently hurt as he tries to grasp the scale of things* ow, Ow, OW! Bad idea! BAD IDEA!!! A chunk? Yeah, big chunk! Let's go with that!

It was APPARENTLY like saying "ruler of the known world". Other countries very much still existed, just APPARENTLY didn't count. Good to know! AFTER THE FACT.

At least HIS territory likes the "Wooooo! Anarchyyyyyy!" Goverment model. Frees him up to do other shit. He can come back to it LATER. But FIRST? :) Get? :) The FUCK :) Off his lawn! :) *kicks everyone back through the portal* *closes it* AND STAY INSIDE THE ZONE!

Abuse of power? Sorry, he can't hear you over his magically recovering sleep schedule and GPA. The fact he might ACTUALLY graduate. His new favorite past time of watch the GIW slowly losing both their funding AND minds. Mmmmmm~ relaxing!

He graduates.

He is the son of crazy people with a shit GPA. His parents may have finally come around on ghosts, started over on their research... with a frankly ALARMING enthusiasm, but? You can't undo decades of damage. The Fenton name is untouchable.

He applies anyway.

Goes ghost for the first time in over a year.

Is... bigger. Starlight and ice. Royal. It feels right, settled in a way. More HIM then his skin could ever hope to be. He notes it, but doesn't linger. Decides to find out what's OUTSIDE "his" territory.

And...

Huh.

The answer depends?

In one direction? An endless battle. From horizen to horizon, like shooting stars. Crashing and smashing, weapons clanging and ringing. Mad blood stained grins. Worthy opponents. A challenge that goes on forevermore.

He...backs away slowly.

Going sorta, up-ish? Leads to a weirdly muted stillness. Muffled. He can't find anybody. But the doors here are pretty... worn. He doesn't want to keep pushing.

Finally, he tries at an angle to the right. And? Spots a patrol? They look nervous to see him, but hold their ground. He asks what's in this direction. Is polite. They look incredibly relieved.

Which is how Danny? Learns about the SINGLE BEST thing ever. The thing I actively fantasize about. Long for. And gift to him because I can.

Floating island cities FULL of highly specific little shops and passion pursuits. All for damn near free, because they are mostly doing it for THEM and you just happen to be there. The islands go one for days in every direction. Overflow with color and sound and the flash of ghosts flying too and frow.

Stunned, Danny, jaw on the floor. Wanders the streets.

Finds a space themed shop and feels his eyes dilate like a cat. Mine ™. He gets a book on "First Astronaut's of their Species" and some BESPOKE space meme socks. Looks around. Decides that this? This is where his doing ALL his shopping from now on.

He's pretty sure he sees a shop dedicated solely to canned food from across the Multiverse.

There is a sale on corn(non radioactive), apparently.

He tells EVERYBODY. Well, Fenton and friends "everybody". But you get the idea! The shopping trip they organize? Is legendary. His Father finds a Fudge shop and probably scares the local ghost population with his mad Fudge Glee cackling. Mom found a weapon smith. And an old fashion lace maker. Jazz? Lost to the world of intergalactic boy bands and psychology textbooks.

Tucker made a running slide straight for the nearest tech shop. Then the butcher. And Sam?

........m....maybe if he doesn't ask? He can claim plausible deniability?

@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @hypewinter @lolottes @nerdpoe

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[v1x3n]

Don't know how much you write him, but could I get some plain fluffy friends to lovers with Gaz? Reader has been on several dates because they've wanted to find love before it's too late, but they've all either shown the reader up or cancelled entirely.

Reader is convinced that it's their fault. That no one sees them that way because they're unlovable, and tells this to Gaz over some wine or something. Gaz is determined to prove them wrong because he feels strongly for them. He just doesn't quite know how to show it until now.

♡ gorgeous

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"its useless" you sigh as you slump into kyle, your best friend. "what is?" he perks up as you two connect eye contact, his arm slung over your shoulder and he brought you closer to him. "love." as he flung you closer, you could smell his colone fill your nose, his scent was strong but at the same time subtle.

"wha's happened now then? whats the mix up?" he scoffs, "thought you were lookin' for 'the dream guy'" mocking you as his hand grabs your shoulder and yanks you around. "yeah, turns out theres no such thing" a huff sounds from you.

kyles expression didnt change as he sighed loud, "well how was your last date" his hand slithered down and lingered around your neck, his fingers caressing the side. "shit show! he didnt even fucken show up." anger shows on your face as you think about the dickhead. you had planned the whole thing and he hadnt even showed! "id recken its me, i mean all thesw fit guys and they all flake?"

his head snaps at you, his is when his expression falters. "love, is not your fault." his eyebrows knit together and his eyes squint to see the fucking shit your talking. "it is! i jus' think im unloveable, im just a mess" your head falls into your hands and you huff louder than needed. "ah fuck off wi'h that shite"

Kyle's smile fades into a scowl as he hears your self-deprecating words, his hand squeezing your shoulder in sympathy. "That's bollocks, you know that" he tells you, his voice firm. "anyone would be lucky to have you." You look up at Kyle, surprised with his words. he pauses slightly, his breath catching in his throat.His hand lingers on your neck, "youre gorgeous nd i dont want you saying utter shit"

your scoff is loud and dramatic almost, "whatever, you lie a lot though." Kyle's hand reaches up, his thumb coming to rest under your chin. "look at me" he demands, his voice a low growl. You lift your eyes to his, his gaze focused and intense. "you are fucking gorgeous and i dont want you thinkin otherwise! fucken hell, if i could show you - i would"

"show me?" you ask quizically. his eyes gleam with surprise at your request, a slow smirk spreading. His hand moves down the side of your face, cupping your jaw and tracing a path down to your collarbone, as if he were memorizing your every feature. His hand lingers on your collarbone, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

his lips connect to yoursas your eyes open with surprise. You freeze, stunned by the unexpected kiss but quickly relax, your eyes fluttering shut as you melts into his touch. his lips were soft against yours, you kiss him back as his teeth bite your bottom lip gently.

His mouth moves against yours, his tongue tracing a path across your lower lip and coaxing your mouth open. As he deepens the kiss, your bodies press closer together, and one of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. The world outside melts away, as all you can think about is the way his mouth moves against yours, the way he seems to consume your every thought.

"ky-kyle" you breathe as you push him off, his eyes glow as he bites onto his bottom lip, "thanks" his smile gleams and you grab his hand, squeezing it once.

"you should 'show me how gorgeous i am' more"

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[felixsramen]

Beating Hearts

Pairings: Hyunjin x Jisung x Reader

Word count: 5k

Song inspiration🎧: Half of my heart by Josh Makazo

Warnings⚠️: Vampire Reader, Vampire Hyunjin, Human reincarnated Jisung, Mention of Vampire Minho, Mention of blood draining, Hyunjin is a Dom, Reader is a switch, Jisung is a sub, Oral fixation, Jisung doesn't know he's reincarnated yet, Cum eating, Oral, Mention of blood play, MxMxF, Overstimulation, Use of Pet names, Bulge kink, that's it I think? I'm not sure I'll update it if I think of anything else.

Notes: I hope you enjoy it. I really enjoyed writing it and thinking of making a part two with Vampire Minho. Let me know if I should.

Your eyes look around in the crowd. You can't help but be eager for your next prey. "You're not even listening to me, are you?" Your eyes turn towards your boyfriends. He's crossing his arms. "You're already looking for someone?" You sigh out as Hyunjin frowns at you. Your hand comes to lay on top of his.

"I'm sorry, my love. It's just been so long." You tell him. The frown disappears from his face. Then he rolls his eyes. "You're dramatic. It's been only a few weeks. You're just so picky with the humans you drain." Hyunjin was right, though. You're very picky, but how are you supposed to drain someone's blood if they look unappetizing.

Hyunjin huffs out, making you look at him once more. "Just choose someone tonight. You haven't drunk blood in a while. I'm starting to be concerned. Minho won't be happy either if you aren't high on blood when we get back home." The mention of your other boyfriend has you sighing out. He's right. You've been drinking from him for the last few weeks to keep yourself healthy.

"Plus, you're starting to get wrinkles. I don't want to date a grandma!" Hyunjin whines out. He truly is so overdramatic, but he's your overdramatic boyfriend. "I am not. You're being mean now. What would Minho say?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes once more. "Something along the lines of 'You're both being childish. Now go find someone yn. I'm not letting you drink from me once more.' Then when you can't find anybody, he'll let you drink from him once more." Hyunjin is leaning back in his seat relaxing.

Your eyes fall on his body, and you can't help but admire him. Tall, handsome, and exuding pure confidence. He truly looks like something out of a book. "Quit staring at me as if I'm your next meal. You and Minho turned me almost 100 years ago. You can't drain the blood from my body, sweetheart. Immortal." Hyunjin reminds you.

You remember that day as if it were yesterday, really. You and Minho had visited a bar. You were dressed as a flapper. Meanwhile, Minho had a cigar between his lips. His hand was around your waist the whole time. Minho was always the jealous type. However, as you both had a shot of Tequila, you both had heard Hyunjin on stage. He was a singer. Beautiful voice that matched the beautiful face.

Hyunjin had come to the bar after the show. A simple shot of tequila. He had thrown it back and had made a face of disgust. You and Minho couldn't help but smile at each other as you made your way over. You had taken Hyunjins right side, and Minho had taken his left.

"You have a beautiful voice." Minho had told him. Hyunjin had looked up surprised to have found him in between the two of you. "Oh, uh, thank you." Hyunjin replied with a smile.

"Beautiful face too." You commented. He was clearly taken aback at your comment. "Thank you as well, Mrs?" You couldn't help but let out a laugh. He was clearly nervous. "Not Mrs. I'm not married. You can just call me yn though." You tell him with a smile.

"Okay. Yn. I'm Hyunjin." He still looks nervous, and that's when Minho gestures for another shot of Tequila. It's set down in front of Minho. He slides it in front of Hyunjin. "Maybe this'll help. You seem nervous. Don't be." Minho tells him, and he flashes him a smile showing off one of his fangs. Hyunjin doesn't run away in terror and instead grabs the glass and chugs it once more. He places the glass on the table. Once more, with a disgusted face.

Your hand comes to lay on top of his. "You're quite handsome, Hyunjin. I'm sure you know that, though. I'm sure there's many women and men lining up for you." You tell him. Clearly, he's taken aback at your statement, though. "Men?" He asks back nervously.

Minho places a hand on his lower back. "Well, you're a gorgeous guy. I'm sure there's plenty of men trying to take you to bed." Minho is smirking at him. You can hear Hyunjins heart beating out his chest, and you almost want to laugh. Hyunjin quickly shakes his head, though. "No? What a shame." Minhos hand rubs Hyunjins back.

"No women or men, really." Hyunjin is looking down at his glass clearly unnerved by yours and Minhos presence. You lean up to his ear. "How would you like to go to bed with us, Hyunjin? We can show you a good time." You tell him. You watch as he shivers, and Minho chuckles.

"My girl knows what she wants." Hyunjin looks at Minho. He's clearly unsure, and Minho smirks at him. "Would you like to share us Hyunjin? You could fuck my pretty girl and I could fuck you?" Minho asks lowly. Hyunjin tenses up at Minhos words but then he relaxes. He looks between you both. He slowly nods though.

Minho gives him a smile, showing off his fangs once more. He has to notice it, you think, but he says nothing again. You take Hyunjins hand, and Minho walks behind you both out of the bar.

Hyunjin had made so many pretty noises, and that's when you and Minho both decided to keep him. In the heat of the moment Minho had asked if he could bite Hyunjin and when he nodded his fangs had sunk into Hyunjins skin making him cum once more. Hyunjin had only noticed the two small bites when he had gone to yours and Minhos bathroom.

Minhos' hands had wrapped around Hyunjins waist. "You're ours now. Forever." Minho had told him as you showered not too far away from the both of them. Hyunjin was in slight shock, and that was until Minho had explained everything. Then he was surprisingly calm about it.

"Sweetheart? You're not listening to me again." Hyunjin is frowning once more. "I'm sorry. I was thinking about how we had met." You admit to him. Hyunjin then laughs at you. "Sweetheart, that was almost 100 hundred years ago. You're thinking of past me when I'm currently in front of you. You could jump my bones now instead of thinking about the first time we had sex." Hyunjin leans across and presses a kiss to your lips.

"Could you sing for me, my love?" You ask as he pulls away. Hyunjin gives you a smile and presses a sweet quick kiss to your lips. "Later. I'll sing to you and Minho. I'm sure he'll be tired after his meeting. It'll help lure him to sleep." Hyunjin gives you a smile, and you nod.

"I love you." You admit to him. Hyunjin smile doesn't disappear. Instead, you think it gets even wider. "I love you too. Have for the last 99 years. Now, please find someone to snack on." Hyunjin presses a kiss to your head.

Your eyes scan the crowd once more. No one catches your eyes until you see a curly haired man. You even think your heart stops for a second. Hyunjin must sense your panic, and that's when his eyes trail off towards your target. You think you hear his heart stop for a second, too.

"That's not- That couldn't be right?" Hyunjin asks you. If it's not you, then you think you're seeing a ghost in the flesh. "Please tell me we're looking at the same thing." Your eyes can't seem to leave the curly haired boy. It's been almost fifty years. Fifty years since he had passed in your arms.

"Jisung?" Hyunjin is quick to stand up and grab your hand. He's pulling you in the direction, and you're not sure if you can face him. What if it's not? What if he remembers? What if he knows his death was all your fault? Hyunjin notices you on the verge of a panic attack, and he's turning towards you once more.

"Hey, calm down. I can hear your heart beating out of your chest." Your eyes stay locked on Jisung, though. Hyunjin grabs your face, though, and forces you to tear your eyes away. "Sweetheart, that was never your fault. You did everything to save him that day. Okay? Me and Minho know that, and I'm sure Jisung knows that. If he remembers, I'm sure he doesn't blame you." Hyunjin tries to reassure you. It helps some. He presses a kiss to your lips.

"Do you want to go sit back down? We don't have to do this. It might not even be him." Hyunjin is looking at you worried. You shake your head because deep down, you know it's him. "No. Let's go. I need to know for sure." You admit to Hyunjin. He nods at you, and then his hand intertwines with yours once more.

Hyunjin looks back over to the booth. Jisung is sitting alone, and you both make your way over. Hyunjin, let's go of your hand as you go over, and you both slide into the booth on both sides of him.

Doe eyes look up at Hyunjin, and then they fall on you. You can feel your heart in your throat. It's definitely Jisung. His cheeks are a little rounder, and glasses now adorn his face. He has a striped sweater on, and you want nothing more than to pull him into your hold.

"Oh hi." Jisung tells you. He's clearly surprised by both of your presence, but he doesn't look at you full of hate. "Hi. We saw you across the club. You're all by yourself?" Hyunjin asks, and Jisung shakes his head. You wonder if it's already too late.

"No. My friends dragged me here." He tells Hyunjin. Hyunjin is looking at him as if he has the world in his eyes. "Why'd they leave someone as cute as you alone? Anyone could just come over and scoop you right up." Hyunjin tells Jisung, and that makes him laugh.

Jisung shrugs his shoulders. "They wanted to drink and get laid." You still haven't said anything, and Hyunjin glances at you. "What's your name?" You're finally able to ask. Jisungs eyes fall on you. "Han Jisung. My friends call me Han." He tells you with a smile.

"What if we wanted to be more than friends? Then what would we call you?" You ask him with a smile starting to relax. Something always had you relaxing around Jisung. He laughs at your question once more. He shrugs his shoulders, and you can't help but want to kiss the man in front of you silly. He's just too cute. "I guess whatever you want to call me then."

"What are your names?" He asks, turning towards Hyunjin. Your eyes fall to his throat and look for a sign of any bite marks. Your eyes don't find anything, though. You glance up at Hyunjin, and he shakes his head. None whatsoever. He's not turned.

"Hyunjin. This is my girlfriend yn. She seems to be obsessed with you more than me, though at the moment. I can't blame her, though. You're cute." Hyunjin watches as Jisung gets flustered at his comment and chuckles.

Jisungs eyes fall back on you. "Thank you both. That's nice to hear. I get a lot of compliments. Usually, it's just to get me in bed, though." Jisung admits to you. You can't help but feel jealous at the comment.

"Well, you're definitely gorgeous. I can see why people would want to take you to bed. You seem so kind and genuine, though." You tell him, and you want to run your fingers through his curls. You wonder if he moans how he used to.

Jisung gets shy at your words. "Thank you. I wouldn't mind sleeping with you both, though." Jisung mumbles out. Hyunjin looks at him with lust filled eyes, though. "Are you a virgin?" Hyunjin asks clearly unbelievably turned on at the idea of corrupting Jisung all over again.

Jisung looks away from his gaze and down at his sweater paws. "Yeah? I'm sorry if that turns you off. You can leave. I know I'm not experienced, and you're probably looking for someone with more experience." Jisung is playing with his sweater paws, refusing to look up at either of you. How many people had turned down this gorgeous man after finding out he was a virgin?

Hyunjin is bringing a hand under Jisungs chin. Hyunjin looks like he's going to devour him any second. "Would you let us?" Hyunjin asks the lust seeping into his voice. Jisung looks at him confused. "Let us be your first?" Hyunjin is looking at Jisungs lips. Jisungs lips dart out to wet his lips. He nods at Hyunjin. Hyunjin smiles at him, showing off one of his fangs. He's turning Jisungs head towards you.

"Kiss her. You can go ahead and kiss her. I don't mind, and neither would our boyfriend." Jisung is clearly taken aback at Hyunjins words. However, hearing Hyunjin give him the okay has Jisung leaning in. His lips meet yours, and they're perfect against your lips. It's like they melt together, and Jisung is clearly enjoying the kiss as much as you.

When he pulls away, his glasses are threatening to fall off his face. Your hand comes up and pushes them back onto his face with a laugh. He already looks dazed out.

Jisungs eyes look at Hyunjin. "Want a kiss from me too, pretty boy?" Hyunjin asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Jisung nods, and then Hyunjins lips are Jisungs. It's something you could truly watch forever. You can't help but wonder if Jisungs lips would mold just as well with Minhos. You were sure it would. Hyunjin pulls from the kiss and you think Jisung might just cum in his pants already.

"Your place or ours?" You ask him. "Mine. It's only a few blocks." Jisung gets out, and Hyunjin chuckles. "Someone eager to be played with." Jisung nods at Hyunjins words. Hyunjin grabs Jisungs hand, and Jisung takes yours. Your heart beats out of your chest as he holds it all the way to Hyunjins car.

Even as Jisung slides into the passenger seat, you can't help but stare at him. You wonder if this is some kind of ancestor of the Jisung you knew, but you highly doubted it.

Hyunjin starts the car and places a hand on Jisungs thigh. Jisung looks nervous, and you can't help but want to calm him. "My love." It falls from your lips without thought. Jisung looks at you but says nothing about your words as you lean forward. "You look nervous. We won't touch you unless you want it. The whole point is to enjoy tonight." Your words seem to calm him somewhat, yet he still looks slightly nervous. You knew a part of him was bound to be nervous sleeping with two strangers.

Jisung nods finally, but you watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down. You can hear his racing heartbeat and the blood pumping throughout his body. You wish you could sink your teeth into him right then and there, but this was not the same man who had let you drink his blood so many years ago. Your eyes travel over his body. "Right here." He tells Hyunjin, and he pulls into a small one bedroom apartment.

It doesn't take long before Jisung gets to the front door, and he fumbles with his keys slightly. "I'm sorry. Don't mind the mess, please. I don't really have people over, and I didn't have time to clean up." Jisung opens the door while you and Hyunjin follow behind him. He slips his shoes off at the front door while you and Hyunjin do the same.

Your eyes look over the room, and it's perfect, really. It's small and minimalistic, but Jisung had never been one for much detail. Even in his past life. There's a takeout container on the counter, which Jisung is quick to get rid of. You can't help but giggle out. Jisung looks up at you doe eyed and clearly a little confused. "It fits you. It's cute, really." You give him a small hoping he knows you're genuine. He smiles at your words.

Hyunjins hands slip around your waist, and he places his head on your shoulder. "I should go clean my room some real quick. I'm really sorry. I just wasn't really prepared. Give me like two minutes." Jisung brings a hand up to fix his glasses, and when you both nod, he disappears into his room.

"He's just as cute as before." Hyunjin presses a kiss to your neck, and you sigh out. "He is. He's still as clumsy and messy, though. Remember when he had tried to make dinner on our first anniversary." You laugh out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your skin. "I'm glad Minho had stopped him. This version of Jisung at least can order takeout." Hyunjin is smiling against your skin.

"This is cute, though. Maybe we should have Jisung decorate our house. Minho doesn't really have an eye for decor." You remind Hyunjin, and he snickers. The door to Jisungs room opens.

"You can come in. I fixed it up somewhat." Jisung tells you both, keeping his door open. Hyunjin lets go of you and follows behind you as you make your way into Jisungs room. Your eyes glance around, and it's just as simple. A laptop sits on the table, and a small lamp sits by his bedside.

You turn around to face Jisung once more. Hyunjin watches as the door closes as Jisung looks at you both. Hyunjin is quick to pin him against the back of his door. "Pretty boy. Do you want to know what I do to pretty boys?" His hands pin Jisungs above his head. Hyunjin lips hover over Jisungs.

"What?" Jisung asks as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Hyunjin smirks at him. "I eat them." Hyunjin has a playful glint in his eyes, and you watch as a shiver goes throughout Jisungs body.

You come beside them, and Jisungs eyes look at you for help. Hyunjins face moves away from his. Hyunjin refuses to let Jisung go, though. Your hand comes up to Jisungs jaw, making him look at you. "You're so pretty. Can I kiss you?" You ask him. He nods his head quickly, and you smile. Your lips go to Jisungs, and he's quick to relax into it. They're soft, just like how you remember them. You could truly kiss him forever. You try to file away how they feel against yours. You pull away only when you hear Hyunjin chuckles.

Jisung is breathing heavily, and you're not sure how long you had kissed him. It had only felt like seconds, really. "I thought he might pass out, sweetheart. You were trying to kill him, huh? Death by kiss?" Hyunjin teases you, but then your lips are on Hyunjins. Jisung is looking at both of you in wonder and awe. You and Hyunjin just seem to fit so well together. You pull away, and Hyunjin smirks at you.

Hyunjin looks back down at Jisung. "You want another kiss from me? You seemed to really enjoy the earlier kiss. Or would you prefer my cock in that pretty mouth of yours." Jisung whimpers at Hyunjins words. Hyunjin laughs out and presses a kiss to Jisungs lips. It's quick and yet so passionate. Everything about Hyunjin was passionate though.

Hyunjin lets go of Jisungs wrists. "I'll let you play with sweetheart here first. She loves breaking pretty boys like you. The tears turn on her." Hyunjin whispers against his ear. Jisung lets out another whimper as Hyunjin moves away.

"Don't let him fool you. He's a needy little sub usually." You tell Jisung. Jisung glances at Hyunjin, who rolls his eyes. Hyunjin sits on Jisungs bed, manspreading while leaning back on his arms.

Jisung eyes come back to lay on you. Your hands come to his hips, and he's looking at you clearly affected already by the mix of yours and Hyunjins presence. "I'll be gentle tonight. I can't say the same for Jinnie, though." Your eyes glance at your boyfriend who looks smug at you.

Your lips place a gentle kiss at his throat. He moans out, and you can tell he's sensitive. Your lips continue to kiss his throat, and eventually, you start leaving hickeys. Jisung is like jelly in your hands, and you think if it wasn't for your hands on him, he would've already fallen to the ground.

You pull away when you think you've left enough, and he looks so gone already. "You want me to ride you pretty boy?" You ask Jisung. He takes a deep breath at your words. "Please?" It comes out breathless and so desperate. You chuckle as you lead him to the bed.

You climb into Jisungs lap and press another kiss to his lips. Your hands go to his sweater. You grab the end of it and pull it over his head. You watch as he whines as the cold air hits his nipples. Your hands run over his chest. "Look at you." You can't help but stare, and he gets shy at your words. Your hands go to his face, moving them. "Don't hide that pretty face." You tell him. Jisung turns red at your words.

You stand up once more. Your hands go to his pants and lifts so you can remove him jeans and boxers. Your eyes land on his painfully hard cock. "Pretty." You mumbles out making him shy once more. Your hand goes to the bottom of your skin tight dress and lift it over your head. You see Jisung hold his breath as you drop it to the ground.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Hyunjin asks Jisung. Jisung nods, not being able to take his eyes off your body. "Gorgeous." Jisung mumbles out, and you smile.

You climb in his lap once more. He looks uncertain about touching you. "Go ahead. You can touch me, Sungie." The pet name falls from your lips, and he gulps. He still hesitates, but then you grab his hands. "Take my bra off." You tell him moving his hands to your back.

Jisungs hands go to your bra. He struggles for a second before he's successful, and it slips down your arms. Your breasts are now on display, and Jisungs eyes get even wider. His tongue darts out his lips once more as his eyes stare at your chest.

"You want a taste?" You ask him, and his eyes finally look up at you. He nods gently. "Go ahead." You sweetly tell him. His lips attach to your nipple and he sucks on it gently. He looks so sweet with his glasses on as he suck on your breasts. His eyes stare up at you as you moan out.

Jisung eventually pulls away, but it's only to bring your other breasts into his mouth. Hyunjins eyes are on the both of you, and it only serves to turn you on more. Your hand goes to Jisungs hair, and he eventually releases your breasts with a pop. His lips are wet with saliva and puffy. You think he would've continued to do that if you hadn't pulled him away.

Your hands go to your panties, and you slide them off. "You still want this?" You ask once more. Jisung eagerly nods. You line yourself up with him before you sink down slowly. Jisung lets out a whimper, and your head falls into his throat. One of your hands stays in his hair, holding him to you. You can't help but moan. After fifty years, he's once more inside you, and he couldn't feel more perfect to you.

His hands are on your waist, and eventually, you bottom out. His fingers, however, dig into your side. It's painful yet pleasureful. You were sure there'd be crescent moon shapes at your waist when he'd pull away. You let him adjust to the feeling. Eventually he's trying to roll his hips up and fuck into you. You ultimately give in and almost completely rise up off of him but then your hips are coming down once more knocking a moan out of yours and his lungs.

You start a good rhythm, and it seems to be driving Jisung crazy. Your lips are against his neck, and you can hear the blood rushing throughout him. For a second, you think about turning him right then and there, but you couldn't do that. You didn't have the heart. Especially knowing Jisung didn't want to be turned until your second anniversary that he had never made it to.

You want to cry having him in your arms once more, but that would ruin the mood. Instead, you kiss his neck once more, relishing in his touch. You know Hyunjin can sense how emotional you are right now, and that's why he doesn't comment. He doesn't tease like he usually would. Instead, he's staring at you both with hearts in his eyes. How he wished Minho was here to see this.

You can tell Jisungs close because his whimpering and moans have gotten higher. "You're going to cum? Cum for me Sungie. You can cum inside me." Your words turn him on unbelievably more and it only takes a few more bounces and he's cumming inside you. You ride him through his orgasm and soon you're pushed over the edge. Your hips stop moving and your moaning into his neck. Jisungs grip on you is harsh and rough.

Jisung whimpers as you move against him once more wishing you could fuck his cum deeper but he's clearly overstimulated. You pull off of him and he whines at the loss. Your lips meet his trying to quiet him and it seems to do the job.

You pull away, and his glasses are falling off. You push them up onto his face once more. Your body feels weak having cum so hard. You move from him and Hyunjin places a kiss on your head. "You did such a good job." Hyunjin whispers to you.

Hyunjin looks at Jisung, who seems dazed but not out of it completely. "You're really so pretty. I know I've said that, but it's true." Hyunjins hand goes to Jisungs cock. He strokes it once and Jisung is trying to pull away from his touch. "Would you like me to fuck you Sung? I know your poor cock is sensitive right now but I really want to know what your pretty ass feels like when I fuck into it." Hyunjin asks and Jisung nods at him eagerly at the mention.

Hyunjins hands go to undo his own belt, but then Jisung is moving his hands. "So eager." Hyunjin looks at him like he's his next prey as Jisung pulls his pants and boxers down. Jisung gulps at the size of Hyunjin. He's long, and Jisung doesn't even think he has a toy the size of Hyunjin.

"What if- What if it doesn't fit?" Jisung looks up at Hyunjin. He realizes what he's said, and his face turns red as Hyunjin laughs. Hyunjins hand comes to Jisungs face. "I'll make it fit, baby. Haven't taken anything as big as me?" Hyunjin asks Jisung, and he shakes his head. "That's okay. It just means I'll have to be careful." Hyunjin tells him.

Hyunjin presses a kiss to Jisungs lips. "Turn around for me and ass up." Hyunjin watches as Jisung does as he asks clearly still unsure how Hyunjin was going to fit inside him.

Hyunjin runs a hand along Jisungs back trying to relax him. "You got to relax or it won't feel good." Hyunjins eyes looks at you. You're in front of Jisung and he's biting his lip nervously.

"You want Jinnie to fuck you right?" You ask and Jisung nods. "You have any lube?" Hyunjin asks Jisung. "Dresser." Jisung eyes are still on you. "You have to relax. Jinnie doesn't want to hurt you baby." Jisung nods at your words and he slowly starts to relax.

Hyunjin squirts some lube out of the tube. "It's cold." Hyunjin warns him as he squirts some over Jisungs ass. Jisung shivers and lets out a moan. Then Hyunjin is pushing a finger inside him. Jisung takes a deep breath and you distract him by kissing his lips. Eventually the pained expression on his face leaves and its replaces by pure pleasure. Jisung is moaning into your mouth and you pull away. "There we go. Think you can take another?" Jisung nods and Hyunjin pushes another finger inside making Jisung go limp.

Your hand goes to Jisungs hair running a hand through it. He relaxes even more and eventually Hyunjin has three fingers inside him. "You ready to take Jinnie?" You ask Jisung. He lifts his head up with a nod. "Please! Fuck me Jinnie!" Jisung begs and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out. It makes him whine for a second but then the moan that leaves his chest as Hyunjin enters him is guttural.

Jisung is completely limp and his head meets the bed once more. Hyunjin has already set a brutal pace and Jisung seems to be taking it well. "You're taking Jinnie so well Sung." You tell him and he's lifting his head up. His tongue lolls out his mouth and his eyes are trying to focus on you but it's hard when Hyunjin is fucking so deep into him.

"You're so tight Ji. Going to make me cum already." Hyunjin breathes out harshly letting out his own moans and groans. Jisung glasses are sliding off his face and your hand is coming up to fix them. Jisung is totally blissed out between the both of you.

Jisung has never felt this good. None of his toys have ever hit this deep inside him. It's driving him insane and to the edge once more. Each thrust just seems to be deeper and deeper. Then he feels it. Hyunjin hits his prostate and Jisung loses all his thoughts once more. A shriek is heard and Hyunjin knows he's found it. He's thrusting into that spot over and over.

Hyunjins hand is wrapped around Jisungs waist keeping his whole body from meeting the sheets. "You feel this?" Hyunjin is grabbing one of Jisungs hands. He presses it to Jisungs stomach and he can feel Hyunjin bulging through him. That's enough for Jisung to cum once more.

Jisung cums so much that he thinks he might actually pass out and for a second he does lose consciousness. Once he's blinking his eyes open he can feel Hyunjins cum inside him. Hyunjin is still rolling his hips throughout his high.

"You did so good baby. Took Jinnie so well." Your hand is cupping Jisungs face and placing kisses all over it. It's so intimate but Jisung doesn't register it. He does register when Hyunjin pulls out letting out a whine hating the feeling of being empty already.

Hyunjin is scooping some of Jisungs cum up and bringing it to your lips. Your lips wrap around his finger and Jisung thinks he might cum again. He's so exhausted though.

Jisungs eyes are already shutting and Hyunjin is lifting him off the bed carrying him to his bathroom. You're left in his room and he sees you stand up off the bed and grab his sheets. That's all he can see before Hyunjin brings him into his bathroom.

Jisung is sore. He hears Hyunjin start a bath for him and place him on the counter. He should be grossed out at the feeling of Hyunjins cum leaking out of him and onto the counter but he's too tired to care.

Once the bath is filled with water. Hyunjin places Jisung gently into the tub. He can feel his muscles relax and Hyunjin disappears from the bathroom. It's only a few seconds Jisung thinks but his eyes keep closing so much that it could've been an hour. Hyunjin has clothes for Jisung.

You're then entering the bathroom. "You did a number on him Jinnie." You tell him crossing your arms as you lean against the counter. Hyunjin looks back at you. "As if you didn't." Hyunjin replies back. "Touché." You reply back with a smile.

"You can sleep Sungie. We'll take care of you." Hyunjin tells him. Jisung really tries to keep his eyes open but sleep calls him. His eyes close and drifts into unconsciousness.

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

I AM TAKING CHARLIE BEING A SNEAKY LITTLE FUCKER AND SHARING HER IMMORTALITY WITH VAGGIE AND *RUNNING*

Charlie is absolutely sleeping on the couch for a while, and maybe also getting a firm talk about *asking first*.

...and maybe a little MORE sleeping on the couch. BUT she's never sleeping on the couch for long before her wife, quietly grumbling about wanting her cuddles dammit, comes over and drags her to bed.

And maybe they do talk quietly about charlie's fears there, while they're laying in bed. And maybe charlie's horns come out then, and her tail coils tight around vaggie's waist, and tears start running down her cheeks.

She had been so *scared*...

And Vaggie cant help but just sigh and sit up, brushing those tears away from her *overly-dramatic princesa*.

It's okay that she was scared. Vaggie understood, even if she was still a *little* annoyed. But they had time to figure it out. Her clever, *stubborn* princesa had bargained for all the time they'd ever need.

Vaggie: "I guess it figures, honestly."

Charlie: "Wh-" (voice fucked up from crying) (clears throat) "-what does?"

Vaggie: "You. Of all the demons in hell, of course you'd be the one who tricks someone into stealing YOUR soul."

Charlie: (wet giggle) "Heh. Shared, not stolen, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Not yours anymore either way, sweetie."

Charlie: "Freely given."

Vaggie: "Not so freely taken but I guess I'll just have to live with that."

Charlie: "You will- you're gonna have a VERY long time to be angry with me about it!"

Vaggie: "I'm not angry, Charlie. I'm just..."

Charlie: "...disappointed? Trust, kinda dented? A little?"

Vaggie: "It's more like-"

Charlie: "I fucked around with our vows in front of everyone without telling you and made you do something you didn't want and I really, REALLY wish I could say I'm sorry for that- I- I wasn't even sure I'd go through with it until- I just-"

Vaggie: "Shhh I know. It's.... okay."

Charlie: "It's not."

Vaggie: "It's okay enough for me. I know you were scared. I don't ever want you to be that scared again."

Charlie: "I'm not anymore!"

Vaggie: "Right." (muttering) "Now I get to be the scared one..."

Charlie: "What? Scared of what? We can, we be together always now- neither of us has to leave! And, and even if we DO split up... we'll still see each other around for the rest of eternity. That's not. Bad. Is it..?"

Vaggie: "It's a long time to live with all the people I've killed. And with who I've been."

Charlie: "....."

Vaggie: "I'm already... not always the best at living with that. Or leaving it behind. Now I've got your soul in my hands, sweetie. I changed for the better, once- what if next time it's for the worse?"

Charlie: "Then I'll be there until you change again."

Vaggie: "What if I hurt you?"

Charlie: "You were going to already. Now at least, we'll always have the chance to make up afterwards."

Vaggie: (chuckling) "Like we're doing right now, huh."

Charlie: "Well~ It is ONE way of spending our honeymoon~"

Vaggie: "You're still staying on the couch, babe."

Charlie: "-Yep, yep, that's totally fair!"

Vaggie: "So I guess I'll just have to stay here with you."

Charlie: "... I'd like that."

Vaggie: "You'd better. No take backs, remember? Your silly soul is mine, officially, until someone manages to off us both in creation's most epic combo kill."

Charlie: "Heheheh. That's fine." (snuggles under vaggies wing) "I always like going out with you..."

Vaggie: "....I'm adding another week of couch time for that joke."

Charlie: (singing) "And I still regret nothiiiiing~!"

Vaggie: "Typical." (smiling anyway)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #incorrect quotes #is it gay to sell your soul to the woman you love for less than the cost of a single corn chip? #or is it just #Corny #XD

[thezombieprostitute]

"See how he reacts to the silent treatment."

Girl you're just asking for a death sentence!!! 😂😵‍💫 Rip to you lmao

A/N: this was entirely written on my phone. Reader is gender neutral, no physical descriptions.

Warnings: angst? Let me know if I missed any!

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The house is unusually quiet and not just because you were giving Lloyd the silent treatment. You'd warned him that the last slice of cheesecake was for you. You'd set it aside specifically as a reward for your day of unending meetings.

When you had gotten home, exhausted, the one treat you'd been looking forward to was gone. You found the plate in the sink with the telltale crumbs. Confronting Lloyd led to him grinning as he confessed, "what are you gonna do about it, Pumpkin?"

Clearly he was expecting something along the lines of you smacking his ass or exchanging orgasms for forgiveness but you were exhausted and angry. So instead of responding you storm off to change into pajamas and go to bed. He pesters you the entire time but you maintain your silence, ignoring him the best you can.

As you lay down and try to sleep Lloyd goes to cuddle and you push him away. He tries all of his go-to moves and phrases but eventually you get up and go to sleep on the couch.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Lloyd scoffs as you lay down, back to him. "It was just a slice of cheesecake!"

He changes tactics to make you lash out at him. As much as he's stoking the flames of your ire, you're aware enough to realize what you're doing is working. It helps you to keep ignoring him.

Eventually he huffs and backs off, letting you get some actual sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, a little sore from the couch, it's eerily quiet. From the looks of things Lloyd's already gone to work. No kiss goodbye or anything. You feel bad but damnit, you're stubborn enough to keep this up until he apologizes.

You arrive at your office and there are several bouquets of your favorite flowers. You don't need to check the cards to know who they're from. None of the cards contain an apology so you pass out the bouquets to some of your workers who you know will appreciate them.

Around lunchtime good gets delivered to your office. Again, no apology note so, again, you give the food to your employees.

You're genuinely not surprised when, after work, you find your car missing. In its place is Lloyd in his car. You briefly contemplate calling an Uber but you do genuinely feel safer taking the ride from Lloyd and get into the passenger seat.

He makes several attempts to get you to talk, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the wheel. He says several things but none of them are an apology so you continue to give him the silent treatment.

By the time you get home he's fully tense with rage. As soon as the door is unlocked you get out of the car and head inside. There's a veritable feast waiting for you in the dining room. Lloyd must've spent the whole day cooking for you. Again, you feel a little bad, but he still hasn't apologized so you grab a bowl of cereal to eat for dinner.

"Oh come on, Pumpkin," Lloyd yells at you. "It was just a slice of cheesecake! You're really gonna pass off all of the shit I've been getting you for a slice of cheesecake?!"

You ignore him and continue eating your cereal.

"You're killing me here! What do you want? You want an apology? I'm fucking sorry I ate the cheesecake--"

Before he can say anything else you stand up and give a dramatic, "oh thank God!" You march over to him, grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You can't see his eyebrows raise when you go so far as to shove your tongue into his mouth.

When you break the kiss you smack his ass, "do you have any idea how much I missed you?" You spank him again. "How much I wanted to thank you for the flowers and food?" Another smack. "How difficult it was to get to sleep without cuddles? I fucking missed you, Lloyd!"

He looks at you, torn between being dumbfounded and being turned on by your attitude, stubbornness and arm strength.

"Thank you for finally apologizing," you tell him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna pig out on this feast that I know will be delectable because you're the best damn cook I know." You give him another kiss.

As you turn to get a plate Lloyd grabs you and spins you towards him. "You think you can just do that and walk away from me? I'm already half hard!"

"Then I guess I'll have to moan even louder than usual as I eat and get you fully erect."

As you walk away you hear Lloyd mumble, "fuck I love you."

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Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would.

#zombie asks #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x gn!reader

[vulpixisananimal]

(The plan was simple.)

(You're currently sitting at a table in the small yard outside where you were staying. Carving away, seemingly without a care in the world. Just out of the way so that anyone coming to the front door through the yard wouldn't see you at first. Isabeau was just inside, Mirabelle right behind him. Madame Odile was at one of the windows, Nille and Bonnie were staying back, not wanting to put Bonbon in danger.)

(All the actors were in place, they had their stage direction, and you had yours. You were the star of the show, and you even had a speech ready for the big bad antagonist who was to show up soon.)

(You listened to the surrounding sounds. Some people walking past, chatting, gossip, you heard birds and insects. The hustle and bustle of Jouvente. You hear the unmistakable sound of the gate to the yard being pulled open.)

(You breathe in and out. Lights. . Curtains. . .)

(You held your breath as you saw your adversary walk right past you. They seemed, nervous. They paused at the front door. Rubbing their side and taking a few breaths. You wait, and speak up as they're about to knock on the door.)

"Ramos?"

(Ramos jumps, and turns around.) "Y-yes? Sorry do, do I know you?"

(You smile.) "Nope! But I know you! You're looking for Isabeau right?"

"Y-yeah! Yeah I am! We're old friends, do you know if he's in?"

(You shake your head.) "Not right now, everyone's gone out on their own errands. I'm holding down the fort until they're back."

"Everyone else-? Ooooh!!" (Ramos smiles and walks towards you. Hmm. They look genuinely excited.) "Wait, are you one of the saviors who helped stop The King?"

"Mmhm" (You twirl your knife.) "Siffrin your trusty traveling rogue at your service~"

(Rogue? Really? We are good with traps, but why rogue?)

(I read it in The Cursing of Château Castle, 4th issue, seemed like a fun title to have~)

"Haha! Well, I'm Ramos, but you already seem to know that." (They hold out a hand.)

(You wave back instead of shaking hands.) "Good to meet you finally, and sorry, I'm not good with touch."

"Ah that's alright!" (Ramos puts his hand down. Looking at their face, did they seem suspicious? Hmm, not likely. They take a seat.) "So, how do you know me?"

"Isabeau talked about you." (You talked so casually, expertly carving away with your knife.) "Quite a bit actually."

"Wh-" (Hmm? Ramos looked genuinely shocked. Their eyes were wide open in attention.) "I-I, what'd he- what'd he say?"

"That you two were friends. Helped each other with the Defenders exams." (That was the lie wasn't it? The one Ramos was spreading? Maybe they were surprised you already knew it.)

"I-. . ." (Ramos blinked, then looked away. They looked, ashamed? Confused?) ". . . He, really remembered me? Mentioned me?"

(You nod in response.)

"That's. . ." (They didn't look you in the eye. They were rubbing their shoulder and sinking into their seat.) "That's, not really true, haha."

(You stop carving.) "Oh?"

(They continue.) "Isabeau he. . . Well. . . I always looked up to him. We were friends, sure, but I was always trying my best to be just as strong as him. Brave as him. Really, he was the one helping me with exams."

(What in the stars. . .)

"I felt like an idiot when I didn't go with him in saving the world. 'That's what a true Defender is' was what I thought. I would have done anything to be as strong. . ."

(Now, cue the dramatic lighting.)

"And so you wished that everyone would see you as his equal." (You say, starting to carve again.)

(Ramos glanced at you.) "H-huh? What do you-"

(You slice off a chunk of wood, it makes a loud sound.) "You made a wish to be just like Isabeau. Strong, brave, loved by everyone."

"I, I don't know what you're-"

"And what you got in return is a new little craft trick." (You emphasize by slicing off another piece of wood.) "Mind craft. Correct?"

(You look up into Ramos' eyes finally. They look terrified.) "H-how, how did you. How do you know."

"I have my ways." (You pause for dramatic effect.) "You touch someone and you change their memories. And You're doing that so everyone thinks You're the best~"

(You could see Ramos starting to sweat. To shake. Clearly, they had no plan to be confronted like this. Why would they? They get to change the script in the middle of the play. Too bad for them, you already had the whole thing memorized.)

"I. . . M-maybe. . ."

"There's no maybe about it." (You say harshly. Another chunk of wood gone.) "You wanted to be the best. Was that your plan yesterday, too? Kidnap Bonnie then show up like you found them yourself? Like you're the hero?"

"Now hold on!" (Ramos stood up.) "I, I-I may have messed around with mind craft but I didn't try to kidnap anyone!"

(You look up at them wearing a bored expression.) "Uh-huh, and so it was some other stranger with a wishing star pendant?"

"Some-" (They pause. Putting a hand up to feel around their neck, and then fiddle with the bandage they had.) "Y-you're just trying to get at me!"

(A strange reaction. Continue provoking them.)

"This isn't a joke Ramos." (You stare daggers into them.) "You tried kidnapping Bonnie. And wanted to change my friends memories. That means we're enemies."

"I didn't- look! I promise I didn't try and kidnap Bonnie, whoever that is." (They're getting desperate.) "Just, just, I can, I can make this right, alright? I'm not even doing anything bad! Right?"

"If You're trying to make yourself be a big strong hero You're doing a terrible job~"

"S-shove it! Go eat a crab! I-It doesn't matter if you know about any of this I just! I-I just need to change your memory a-and then, and then-" (They take a step towards you.)

(You stab your knife through the table. It forms a large, visible crack. Ramos stops in their tracks.)

"I'm not stupid like some people are~" (You wave a hand.) "Come on out."

(There's a click from the front door. Isabeau is standing there, Mirabelle beside him. The rest of the party was gathering behind them. Ramos turned to look.)

(Isabeau's face. . . He looked so pained. No, pained and scared. Scared. Mirabelle was ready to fight. Odile, Nille, Bonnie, all of them looked disappointed. You've seen that look before.)

(Slashing, beating, ripping and tearing away at sadness. That wasn't you, pre-se. But it was a memory you had access to, a Memory of Sadness. You already knew what must be going through Ramos' mind.)

("They're afraid of you")

"I-isa--"

"Why." (Isabeau cut them off.) "Ramos you, you didn't need to. . ."

(They didn't respond. They're shaking.)

(Mirabelle stepped forward.) "Why would you do something like that!? Change someone's memories just so they like you? I know it's hard to, well, fit in sometimes, but doing that's just wrong!"

(They stumble back. Covering their face with their hands.)

(. . . They're starting to cry.)

(You are very good at scaring people.)

(Thank you~ it's all in the eye. All I had to do was act like Stardust did at the last loop. You stand up.)

"You can't just wish your problems away, Ramos." (You walk over to them, now for the great redemption.) "You can just talk to him, y'know. Explain everything and-"

"Siffrin!!!" (Odile's voice, she had shoved past the others and had an outstretched hand. A moment later a wave of force, creative craft, blasted you away from Ramos!)

"M'dame!" (You shake your head and where about to curse out your researcher when you noticed it.)

(Tears. Big, thick tears that dripped like molasses.)

"Gems alive. . ."

"Wh, what is. . ."

"Ramos!?!"

"Look out, everyone!"

#hehehehehhehehehhehehehehehheheheheheh #art #isat #in stars and time #isat art #isat fanart #isat spoilers #siffrin system au #sifstem #isat siffrin #isat loop #isat mal du pays #isat isabeau #isat mirabelle #isat au #isat fanfic

[moodymisty]

Getting it in at the last minute hopefully, but one thing that's on the brain is Chapter Serfs, the mortals who do a collection of jobs on fortress monasteries and are devoted to certain chapters. They're treated a whole range of ways depending on the chapter from "worse than slaves" to "members of the family". I've read somewhere that the Raven Guard treat their Serfs surprisingly well given they're all Spooky Scary, but I wanna know what you think!

Also on the brain is a serf worrying about her Raven Guard battle brother constantly, and being extremely gentle and doting on him because like... Look at him, being a space marine seems like an extremely painful existence.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: This is a cute idea, and I want to write more Raven Guard. I hope you enjoy this little snippet!

Relationships: Unnamed Raven Guard/Gn!Reader (could be read platonic or very slightly romantic if you really squinted)

Warnings: Mentions of wounds like burns, Your astartes being apathetic about the whole thing

You almost have everything you think you'll need, looking over the spread of materials along the small table. If you've forgotten anything you hope he'll be as forgiving as the last times; As he always is.

The Raven's Valour has moored at Deliverance and you know his arrival is imminent; You'll finally be able to see him again. It's been months and while you serve the other Raven Guard with nothing but respect, there's something about your Raven Guard that is special. That has his arrival stirring your stomach.

It's become harder to even sleep without him nearby. You sleep in his private quarters with him- many of the serfs tending to higher rank Raven Guard do. The reasoning seems to be so you're always available to serve them, but too many of them seem to just like their serf's company to make it an excuse that doesn’t get doubted for a moment.

You hear the door open and quickly turn, spotting his wide shoulders and dark hair. Moments later however, you see that on areas not covered by his robes is what looks to be burns of some kind; Mostly chemical. It has that distinctive look, compared to a burn from a flame. He has other jagged cuts as well, but the burns are the most dramatic and eye catching.

"What happened?"

You say surprised, watching him sit down on the small bed and push his robes off his back. You can see his back is almost burned, and even though he has no reaction there isn't any way the cloth of his robes against his skin hadn't hurt.

You can also see the sores and dents where his armor weighed on him; in the weeks of nonstop use.

"We encountered heretics worshiping Nurgle. There were far more than expected, and they’ve learned new tricks."

He says little more than that, which doesn't surprise you. He isn't very talkative, particularly about these sorts of things. You presume his mission didn't go well if what little he gave was any indicator.

"I, I'm going to go get some things to help you, I'll be right back."

You quickly rush to grab any of the things you think will help, though much of it is more so for the humans around Deliverance than the astartes. The general consensus is they simply deal with the pain until it stops- that using healing solutions is a waste unless needed to preserve their life. you don't want him stay like this. He deserves more for protecting humanity; For protecting you.

"Here. This should help all of this heal."

You expected him to resist you, but you're surprised when he doesn't. You crawl onto the small bed and get behind him, holding your materials in your lap. He lets you come closer and apply medicine to all of his wounds, careful around the interface ports lining his back and shoulders. They run all along his back, digging directly into his spinal cord. They’re surrounded by old scars, and you fear it’ll hurt if you aren’t gentle.

You brush some burn cream over the massive one spanning his shoulder blade and he shifts, causing you to pull away for a moment.

"I'm sorry if this hurts, my lord."

He grunts at you, and you don't quite know if he's just responding, or scolding you for the use of title. Either way you eventually continue, but far more cautious.

You continue tending to his wounds, cleaning them and applying medicine to speed up his already incredibly fast healing. You know he doesn’t need it; But you know it will at least help. He's silent almost the entire time, until he turns to look at you over his shoulder.

"I can hear you thinking." You look up from his wounded shoulderblade.

You're thinking that he deserves better than this; To not be in pain, and treated like a weapon to be thrust at the enemy, and then be left in pain he's been trained to ignore. Or at least refuse to show.

"Sorry," Is all you can mutter, however. He looks at you for a moment longer, and you notice his dark eyes flicker around your face before he turns back around.

Once his wounds are as well as you can make them you rake your fingers through his black hair, until it's untangled enough to pull it back. Once you're finished, he looks towards towards the top of his bed. His hand tugs the thin fabric draping over it.

"You slept in it," He says bluntly and out of the blue, catching you red handed. You're still kneeling on the bed behind him, wringing your hands.

"I couldn't sleep one night. I was worried since the Raven's Valour was gone longer than you'd said it would be." He turns, and you notice a very small smile on his face.

"Do not worry about me so much." You look away, and you don't know why your eyes suddenly feel so watery.

"If I don't, then who else will?"

His small smile stays, but you notice something change in his look that you can't quite place.

And before you have a chance to even try he reaches a hand up, and rustles the top of your head. Afterwards, he cups your jaw with the same hand and keeps you facing him.

Don't worry little raven, I'll be fine."

#raven guard x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[showstopper35]

I do not know if you are taking requests, if you aren’t then feel free to ignore. But I was wondering, if you are of course, if I could have Con x Reader headcanons where the reader has really bad anxiety? But like tries to play it off as not that bad as they are visible freaking out?

I hope that is okay and thank-you in advance!

No problem! Sorry for the wait! And also sorry I didn't do all the cons!

Starscream

-He knows a thing or two about repressing emotions...he mostly just gives you a lot of space. If you want to talk about it, he will listen quietly. Maybe give you a few words about how its okay to not be okay, and that you can allow yourself to feel things in front of him, or just let it out when you feel safe alone. If you don't want to talk about it, he will pretend to believe your "I'm fine" routine until you come clean.

Megatron

-You're fine, you say? Good. All his soldiers must be fine. So what if your hands are shaking? Maybe you aren't fine after all. But you have to tell him that first, or otherwise let your anxiety so badly affect your performance in whatever your daily tasks are that he notices. Then he won't say anything, but he might let you take a break. Just until you can go back to serving him, of course.

Soundwave

-You don't even need to pretend to be okay. He knows. He's probably tracking your heartbeat or something. The shaky hands, the trembling voice...the anxiety is definitely bad. Well, when he gets nervous (which is never, because the security chief of the Nemesis could never be nervous, right?), he usually would play with his minicons. Don't be concerned when Laserbeak starts flying at you--he's just here to help. Laserbeak never leaves your side until Soundwave has decided you've calmed down enough.

Knockout

-Don't worry, darling, he is definitely the first one to know you're faking it. After all, he puts on his dramatic act every day. One glance at you and all his medic training kicks in and identifies the symptoms of an anxiety attack. Expect to be escorted into a quiet room while he orders everyone else away from you for "medical reasons". Once you are calmer, he sips energon with you and just does his best to distract you with all the random stuff he has to say, even if he mostly talks about himself.

Breakdown

-If we're being honest, he is not the smartest. It would probably take something as drastic as you breaking down into tears to realize that you're panicking. Even so, he does realize that something is off. He might be kinder to you, or offer to aid you in any of your assignments. He just keeps you company.

Shockwave

-Shockwave would notice that you aren't exactly acting as your usual self. After a while around you, he would come to the conclusion that you are highly anxious. He notices everything, yes, but he wouldn't say much. Maybe he just leaves you alone. He isn't sure if this is his problem. If you did voice your anxiety to him, he would probably recommend some weird medicine he cooked up. Maybe it's best to just avoid him about this issue.

#transformers #tfp #tf #transformers prime #tfp headcanons #maccadams #decepticons #decepticons x reader #decepticon headcanons #megatron #soundwave #starscream #knockout #breakdown #shockwave

[seonne]

Deku's Secret Talent

I think Izuku is secretly a really good rapper but nobody really knows it because he would never, and I mean NEVER, rap in front of anyone.

Well, except Kacchan. When they were kids. And Kacchan made fun of him for it which is why he never did it in front of anyone again.

His mom has probably heard him practice time to time but never brought it to his attention lest he starts getting cautious around her. Her poor baby is already very jumpy, she doesn't want to add to it.

Fast forward to a high school batch reunion where everyone's gotten together after a very long while. Everyone's gotten jobs as a Pro Hero or not, mostly everyone's quite well off and all that jazz.

So it's more of a celebratory event.

Denki, being the troublemaker he is, notices that Izuku isn't really drinking much and coaxes him to drink more. Mina, Hagakure and Sero join in on the coaxing while Bakugou watches amusedly.

After they successfully force Izuku to down three more shots, he starts getting woozy and laughy (I know it's not a word, don't come at me).

Denki turns on the speakers and walks over to Izuku talking into the mic and Bakugou elbows Jirou as she takes out her phone to start filming. Kirishima, Tetsutetsu and Shoda looked around to see if anyone would help the poor guy and Kendo was getting ready to hold back Monoma from spoiling anything.

Denki dramatically pauses in front of a very tipsy, giggly Deku.

"Ladies and gentlemen! As today is a celebratory party, why not hear something from our new No.1 Hero, Izuku Midoriya!"

He hands the mic to Izuku who takes it awkwardly.

"Uh... what am I supposed to do here?"

Denki laughs as he holds on to Izuku's arm.

"I don't know dude, like, rap or something?"

"Oh okay."

And bro proceeds to put on karaoke for a rap song and deliver some bars that leaves everyone speechless for a solid minute. After that minute of processing, everyone slowly starts getting into it, swaying their hips and dancing to the song.

Mina holds up her glass of vodka. "WOO YES MIDORIYA!"

Kirishima laughs heartily as he jumps up to dance and turns to Bakugou.

"Bro you never told us Midoriya could rap!"

And Bakugou just sits there dumbfounded.

Needless to say, a leaked video of the Number One Pro Hero rapping after being absolutely hammered blew up the internet and Twitter shut down for two days.

#mha deku #bnha deku #deku x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #deku #kacchan

[mikachacha]

Hello, May I please request Bada x idol fem reader? Where they've been together and moved in together for years in secret with only their closest friends and family knowing but they end up accidentally revealing their relationship when one of them does a vlive or an suggestive instagram post?

Caught (Bada Lee x Idol! Reader)

Synopsis: You accidentally revealed your long term relationship with Bada because of a vlive.

TW: mentions of homophobia, some foul language here and there. Minors, please dni.

A/N: this is such a cute prompt i love ittttt hoe era is temporarily cancelled 🫶

You've been in a relationship with Bada even before you debuted as an idol. As much as you wanted to show her off and climb her up like a tree in front of everyone, you can't. Because you're not supposed to be dating anyone and that people are so homophobic and they're not ready for your gayness reserved for your beautiful girlfriend.

"Babe can you please stay in the living room for maybe an hour? I need to do a vlive." you pouted as you looked at your girlfriend who was reading a book in your shared bed. She playfully rolled her eyes at your request but got up nonetheless. She gave you a quick kiss before pinching your cheeks.

"Babe we've been together for what, five years now? And you're still not ashamed of me? I'm hurt!" Bada says dramatically which made you pout even more. She chuckles and kisses you. You've been together for almost 5 years and she understands why you can't go public with your relationship since you're an idol and you'd be in trouble with your company if they found out you're dating each other.

"Stop ittttt. You're so mean." you complained and she just laughed, fixing your hair before going to the living room so you can do your vlive in peace.

You did your usual vlive routine, doing a mini mukbang with the snacks stash you have in your shared room with Bada and answering some questions from your fans. You move around a lot during your live and you forgot that there's a picture of you and Bada kissing, framed on the nightstand that you forgot to hide. You only realized that huge blunder when the fans began commenting about the picture.

Panicked, you quickly ended the vlive and ran to Bada, tears welling in your eyes as you hugged her tight. Bada was confused. It's not even 30 minutes but you're already done with your vlive and you look like you're about to cry.

"Baby what's wrong? Was someone being mean to you?" Bada asked, concerned and you just shook your head. She just held you, stroking your hair until you finally calmed down enough to tell her what's really going on. When you told her, Bada could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Yeah, she wants everyone to know that you're hers but not like this. She's more than okay with your current set up that only your families knew along with some close friends about your relationship but now almost everyone knows about it.

"Shit.. I'm sorry.. I should've checked first." you sobbed and Bada pressed kisses all over your face, assuring you that it's okay and you don't have to say sorry about it.

"Hey, hey it's okay. You don't have to say sorry, pretty baby.." She whispers and holds you in her arms. You wipe your tears away and open your phone. Sure enough, everyone's talking about the framed picture, there are screenshots as well taken from your vlive earlier.

You look up at your girlfriend and give her hand a gentle squeeze. Everyone knows about your relationship with her at this point. Why not come clean about everything, right? Your fans deserve to know and you didn't want to hide your love for Bada anymore.

"Baby, let's come clean? I think the fans deserve an explanation and I don't want to hide us anymore." you told her and Bada looked at you, wanting to make sure that you really wanted this, not just because you're pressured into doing so.

"Are you sure? Babe, you don't have to do this." Bada says and you nod your head, giving her a smile. She sighed and finally agreed. You took pictures together and you posted them, along with some pictures of you and Bada throughout the years you've been together and finally admitting your relationship.

With the official announcement from you, some fans were disappointed and some people were outraged. Some hurled homophobic slurs towards you and Bada, you were forced to go on hiatus until everything calms down. You should've felt sad about everything but you oddly felt happy because you didn't have to hide your love anymore. Your family and friends support you and Bada loves you, that's all that matters to you at this point. You could have the whole world turn their back on you but as long as Bada is there, then that's okay.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic

[niki-0907]

How to write character's death 1#

English is not my first language, so I am sorry if you notice any mistakes. You can correct me in the comments.

1. Build emotional investment: Establish a strong connection between the character and the reader. Spend time developing the character, their relationships, and their personal journey. This will make their death more impactful and meaningful. • And your point should not simply be to make the reader sob their eyes out. There should be more emotions than just sadness or anger actually. 

2. Foreshadowing:In general, your characters shouldn’t die out of the blue. Yes, you may want to shock your reader but when they look back, they should realize his fate was inescapable.  • You should make them want to look back at the events preceding his death and see your hidden hints. (You can actually take inspirations from many movies, I recommend marvel.) There are several ways to foreshadow a character's death:   ° Introducing a mysterious or ominous object or prophecy that hints at the character's fate.   ° Creating a sense of impending disaster or danger that the character must face.   ° Featuring dream sequences or premonitions that suggest the character's demise.   ° Depicting the character's increasing isolation or alienation from others.   ° Revealing a dangerous or life-threatening situation that the character must confront.   ° Including hints or clues that something catastrophic may happen to the character. 3. Avoid cringey dialogue's: Really such dialogue's can discourage the person from reading further, and I know it from my experience... you know actually while dying the character don't have to or can't say anything at all.   ° Show, don't tell: Instead of explicitly stating a character's emotions through dialogue, use actions, body language, and reactions to convey their feelings. It's my favorite.   ° Authenticity: Write the dialogue in a way that feels authentic to the character and their situation. Avoid using clichéd or overly dramatic lines that don't align with their personality.   ° Keep it simple: Keep the dialogue simple and focused on what is essential. Long, elaborate monologues may come off as unrealistic • Most of the time, the character knows they are about to die and choses their words carefully. Whether you give them an opportunity to say them or not is up to you. 

#prompt #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #writing advice #ideas #save for later #character development #character death #writing

[orchidbark]

Tumblr has been such a formative site throughout my adulthood. Yes I'm a tumblr old, I'm sorry. But when I was a kid there wasn't anything like this. We all made geocities or angelfire websites and shared our cringy writing and art that way and we loved it.

But tumblr took me out of my tiny comfort zone many times. I learned a lot of stuff about myself and about other people that I might have learned about eventually anyway, but idk... my mind was open then, and maybe it would have been more closed off later. Who can say. But I can safely say that without it, I would not have come to understand my identity as it is, when I did.

Tumblr feels as close to the old internet as any site could nowadays. It was never perfect, not ever, but it always sort of felt like the lesser of many evils. We're all aware it's been circling the drain for a while. What's happening now, sadly, isn't anything new, but it seems to be the straw that broke the camel's back for many people.

I made a Bluski a little while back, I just made a cohost today, I've had a furaffinity page for a bit now, and I don't know, maybe there'll be more too. I encourage you to follow me on these places, and mutual please let me know if you have an account on these sites too!

But that sucks doesn't it? We're already all here now, and if tumblr dies tomorrow, everyone's going to choose the places they go to, and they're not all going to be the same. Twitter was never a big deal to me, but when twitter started falling apart that was a huge loss for so many people who had staked their following there. The parallels are obvious. Tumblr was already pretty small to begin with and that means the people that make up "the queerest site on the internet" will subdivide again, creating smaller and smaller communities.

There's no possible way we can coordinate a complete move to another site, and even if we could, there's no way to tell if that site will be around longer than a year, or if a userbase ever manifests. Discord servers are a great idea to keep in touch with folks, but I'm not a fan of those as a replacement (though obviously it's perfect for folks who just want to keep in touch but do not want to attract attention).

I like tumblr, insofar as you can like a social media website. But tumblr as a site is nothing without the gay little weirdos. And if my fellow gay little weirdos aren't here then what's the point of being here? It feels like Cohost might be the way forward, but we can never know for sure.

I plan to stay here as long as there is a here to stay, but I guess, idk I'm gearing up to leave at a moment's notice. That's just how it looks like it might be from now on, unless something changes to correct course. If a move never comes then great, but I'd rather be prepared.

#text #sheeposting #i don't want this to come off as dramatic #as i would hate for this to read as oh man im totally leaving this time but still be here for like 10 more years or something #but this is the vibe right now #and i've lost a lot of folllowings and accounts over the years for dumb reasons and my own attempts to subdivide my life #im really happy with the folks I've met through this account and it would just be a shame to lose that