#if its not: im so so sorry for bothering you feel free to ignore this hlgdhgkdffgv | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

The “We are the 99%” Tumblr blog became the slogan for the Occupy Wall Street movement.

#if its not: im so so sorry for bothering you feel free to ignore this hlgdhgkdffgv

syylss · 10 months

Text

Tom Kaulitz x Fem!reader

Summary: you and tom had a big altercation, so tom makes up to you.. 😇

tw: smut, dirty talk (?)

A/N: This is the first time I’m posting my work and I’m not very good at writing 😭 so, if you got anything to say, please feel free to tell me!

Me and tom had a massive argument. He had promised to spend the day with me today, but he ended up ditching me for an interview.

as I was in the kitchen, leaning on the kitchen counter as I scroll through social media—head resting on my chin, I see tom coming towards me in my peripheral vision. I chose to ignore him as he gets a glass of water behind me. A few seconds later, his presence was getting stronger by the second. Though, I didn’t try to bother looking at him. I was pissed.

“Hey, love?” I hear him say as he wraps him long arms around my waist. He rests his chin on my shoulder. I sigh and turn my head towards his. “What?” I say, rolling my eyes as he looks at me with an apologetic look. “Im sorry. I promise it won’t happen again. I love you, okay?” He said as he buries his head on my neck, breathing in my scent.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He pleaded. My eyes softened and turned my head towards his direction. I nod slowly, eyeing his lips then back at his eyes. He smiles as he started kissing my neck, nibbling on my sweet spot and I softly moan in response. I freed from his grasp as I turn to look at him. His hands still on my waist.

He takes a swift look at me and roughly smashed his lips onto mines—to which, I’ve reciprocated to do. My hands then found its way to his growing bulge.

“Where are your hands going?” He says in between the kisses.

He chuckles as he sees my mortified face. His right hand going its way to my clothed breast. his adroit hand then starts caressing it subtly. Small whimpers escape my mouth as he does so. “Are we really going to do it here? In the kitchen?” I ask him, still caressing my breast. He smiles atrociously.

“Yes.”

He grabs my ass then places me on the kitchen counter with ease, doing it so effortlessly. He continues kissing me as I tug on his dreads.

toms’ hands cupped my jaw. My lips parted and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. Our tongue danced together as his hands suddenly found its way in between my thighs.

“Please..” I beg. A smirk exploded all over his face due to my words. He loved seeing me like this; so desperate for him, so desperate for his touch. “Please what baby? Hm? What do you want?” He teases, my desperate expression only encouraging him to tease me further.

My skin flushed hot. “I want you.. inside me, please.” I stammered out. tom grins, pulling down my panties off of me. His finger found it way to my throbbing clit, drawing circles over it as I throw my head back, moaning due to the pleasure.

I take a look at tom again, A smirk plastered all over his face. I wanted to make him feel good too. I tug on his pants, indicating I want it off. He removes his hand off my sensitive numb, earning a whine leave my lips due to the loss of contact. He slides off his pants, his bulge prominent to my eyes.

“Fuck, I cant take it anymore.” He hastily removes his undergarment, his cock springing free in result. He lines his hard length into my entrance and slams into me mercilessly. I gasp as he stretches me out. He starts to thrust into me agonizingly slow at first. his pace then picks up over time. waves of pleasure wash over me— his hands gripping my hips for support, making him pound into me harder easily.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach, I was close. “I’m.. I’m going to-“ I cried out as he slams into me harder and harder by the second. “Hm?” He groans and throws his head back. My pussy clenched around his cock, making tom come into fruition I was going to culminate. “You going to cum? Yeah?” He thrusts harder. I nod eagerly, biting my lower lip to prevent me to release loud moans. “Shit, I’m close too.” He moans, his thrusts were starting to falter and sloppier and soon enough, we’re both at our acme, his seed painting my walls white as I cum on his cock. He breaths heavily, and rests his head on my shoulder. I held him close, his dick still inside me.

“Uh.. am I interrupting something?” Bill says, covered up in his blanket.

————————————————————————

taglist: @wgaytstagreia

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader

567 notes · View notes

itsbubbleteataro · 3 months

Note

hello! Saw your requests were open! If its cool can I request some headcanons (or whatever seems the best fit) with Sampo, Jing Yuan and Sunday finding their anxious! reader ( constant buzzing like a bee level anxiety) under multiple thick blankets (woth a weighted one onto as well) being all cozy, calm and sweet? Im talking the level where you can't tell there's a person untill they peek their head out. Reader finds the squish really comfy.

(Also just wanted to let you know that your pinned post has jun Yung listed under hsr. I just assumed it was Jing yuan but if not feel free to ignore him in my request)

thank you!

Dgejoaajwnebrhrwqknerbsjwjw thank you for catching my spelling mistake im so sorry!

Sure that sounds lovely! I can also say that I confidently relate to reader here as I too can be found typing away under a mound of blankets!

HSR headcannons!

Sampo with Anxious!Reader

Finds it strange at first but chalks it up to you hiding away from the cold

That was until he realized that you usually ended up under your mountain of blankets after situations that usually resulted with you feeling anxious

how did he find this out? Well he's Sampo, so he simply followed you home and looked through your window to find you under all your blankets

placing two and two together he figured out that you tend to always be buzzing with some kind of anxiety based off of how often you wind up under your blankets

one day you had invited him over, telling him to just let himself in

Overall I think he would find it adorable and just a tad concerning

Sampo's eyes drifted over to a mound of various colored blankets laying on a bed, his ears perking up once he hears a squeak coming from it. A smile crosses his face as he watches your head poke out from from the hoard of blankets. He can't help the laughter that fills the room as you give him a sheepish smile

Jing Yuan with Anxious!Reader

The first time he finds you under your pile of blankets is after a particularly rough meeting, one where you ended up agreeing on biting off more than you could chew

The second time he found you under your pile of blankets was after you went through quite a scare, turning in his and your paperwork just before they were due

The third time he finds you under the pile of blankets he ends up laying down next to you, however leaving you to the mass of blankets

With a lazy grin he asks what's bothering you this time, only to be pleasantly surprised to find that nothing was amiss and that you simply just enjoy laying under the mass of blankets

Can't say that he entirely understands but is just wanting to spend time with you

May not be happy about sharing your space with a mass of blankets, may push it off just so he can cuddle you

You and Jing Yuan had decided to play a game of go together. He looked up at you, your brow furrowed in concentration as you lay on your stomach. About twenty blankets lay on top of you including a few weighted ones. He can't help but smile as his golden orbs watch as you work hard to beat him while retaining the comfort that your mass of blankets bring

Sunday x Anxious!Reader

How strange is it to him that when you're not in the dream realm, your found under a mass of blankets, poking your head out of anyone wishes to speak

The first time he had found out about your love of blankets, you had shown him a new weighted blanket you were excited to buy

After that the two of you took to the dream realm, excitedly dragging him from blanket store to blanket store showing him the softest of ones

The loss of his sister hurts him in ways he can't express, so you decide to gift him a weighted blanket, hoping it may have the same effect on him as it does on you

I think Sunday would be glad that you tend to stay under all your blankets, ensuring him that you will remain safe as long as you are in the waking world

"Where are you dragging me this time?" Sunday asked, an annoyed look on his face though his tone betrayed him. You rush past the animated billboards trying to get your attention as you push the door open to a store. You excitedly show him a weighted blanket and his expression softens. He placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair. "You really are fascinated by the strangest of things aren't you my dear?"

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail headcanons #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #sampo koski #sampo x reader #sunday x reader

245 notes · View notes

jacaerysgf · 1 year

Note

Heyy, would you write something with aemond, perhaps an arranged marriage and struggling conceiving… feel free to ignore

"still nothing?"

you felt like a kicked puppy. sitting in a chair looking down at your lap while alicent talked with her son, your husband.

You were from a minor house from the north, stripped from your home and taken down south to marry the prince in the hopes to secure a more friendly relationship between the south and north.

you were however failing the one job you were given. you felt sick to your stomach.

when you first met aemond you felt like you had won the greatest prize, thanking whatever gods we're listening for giving you such a blessing. He was kind, much kinder than any other man had been. he treated you with respect and even made sure you were taken care of in the bedroom.

something that still irked you about him was that you couldn't tell if he genuinely liked you. sure his actions were kind but he never really spoke to you. seven hells he never even kisses you.

he was a very strange man but you grew to love him all the same. it had been a couple months since the two of you had been married and were still unable to conceive.

aemond shook his head and alicent sighed, rubbing her temples before turning back to you. you would normally apologize but today you feel so embarrassed about it.

"you're dismissing dear."

you stand and silently make your way towards the door and exit. this was humiliating, what was wrong with you? why couldn't you just do this one thing? you didn't look at aemonds expression and you didn't want to, expecting to see disappointment and anger.

you didn't even notice you had left your notebook in alicents room, you had to go fetch you. as much as you didn't want to go back in there you needed to get your notebook so you quickly turn around to go get it.

once you reach the door you lift your hand to knock but freeze at the conversation inside.

"it has been months aemond! aegon and heleana had there children swiftly after marriage yet this one is not happening." there is silence and alicent sigh in anger at aemonds quietness.

"maybe its time we consider other options aemond. shes clearly not producing any heirs and the royal line must continue."

You stumble back with tears in your eyes. No you couldn't lose aemond. you gulp, why? why were you so useless that you couldnt do this one thing? his silence is everything. you rush away quickly to your room., ignore the odd stares from the maids.

you hide yourself under the covers of your bed and allow yourself to cry.

The day passes and the sun sets while you rot in bed. the door opens and your eyes shoot open. hes too early. its much too early in the day despite it being night for him to be returning now.

you pray he doesn't come over to you. you can hear his footsteps suddenly pause for a moment and you hold your breath. he lets out a sigh and his footsteps move closer to you.

youre frozen. he suddenly rips the sheet off of you and you shriek, burying your head into the pillow. "my lady..." his words are soft, in a pleading tone which tugs at your heart.

"my prince." you mumble into the pillow, not wanting to face him. he sighs once more and places a hand on your back.

"are you feeling well? you did not attend dinner." ah dinner was it really that late? you two always had dinner together. he must have come looking once you didnt show.

"im sorry my prince, i lost track of time."

he notes you dont answer his question, "my lady, if something is bothering you please tell me."

your eyes well up with tears again, why did he have to be so sweet? you suddenly sit up, a sudden rush of emotions floods you.

"please do not find another lady."

he gives you a bewildered look, "whatever are you talking about my lady."

you looks down as the tears begin to flow heavily, "im sorry i haven't conceived yet. please just allow me to try again, i can i promise please do not find somebody else to do it."

You let out a sob as you finish, you loved him so much you did not want him to go looking for someone else.

he places a hand on you chin and forces you to look up at him.

"i would never do such a think. i do not know where you got such an absurd idea from but it shall never happen, you are my wife. i am with you till death do us part."

you sniffle, "but the queen had suggested-"

he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "is that what this is about?" you quickly shut up and sighs again.

"she had suggested it when you had left yes. but i had told her no. you are my wife."

"but what if i am unable to-"

"it does not matter."

"but the queen..."

he looks you in the eyes and you feel yourself melt in the warmth. "there is nobody else other than you. and there shall never be."

he kisses you. it had been the first time since your wedding he had kisses you and you never felt happier.

once he pulled away he rested his forehead onto yours. "it shall always be you."

he pulls away and gives you a smile, "plus it has only been a few months since he have married, there are still plenty more opportunities for you to get pregnant."

safe to say, it wasnt long since after the doctors confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

372 notes · View notes

toasty-melons · 1 year

Note

Uhm idk if your request are open so i Hope im not bothering you (also Sorry if my english isnt perfect ) i wanted to ask what about maybe ellie x fem!reader where they're Just Friends and ellie Is stressed out cause She doesnt know if Reader likes her back or not so dina being a good friend ( and Sick of ellie complaining about this situation) sets up a truth or dare night with ellie , dina , Jesse and reader and dina dares ellie to kiss reader and tell her how She feels and yk going on like this( its ok if you dont like this or dont want to do It <3)

You guys could never bother me!!! And I actually really love this request! I adore the friends to lovers trope so this is perfect! Also you’re english is really good so no worries, lovely! <3

TW: cursing, mentions of alcohol

I got kind of carried away but i really loved how it turned out, i hope you like it darling!

If you see any grammar errors ignore them pls :)

Just to kiss you

Ellie Williams x Reader

Ellie Williams has never, ever had trouble with the women she had an interest in. She always knew the perfect words to woo a women until they were buckling in the knees and falling to her feet. But you, oh god. You were her biggest weakness. You were so sweet and kind, and so fucking pretty.

So pretty that she usually had to pinch herself to get her stop staring at you.

So kind with the way you spoke to her, always asking if she’s okay and how her day was.

So sweet that you always put your friends first and were always doing nice things for them.

Like right now for example, you had invited her and Dina out to lunch, which you so kindly offered to pay for too. Dina, a sucker for free food, and Ellie, jumping at the chance to spend time with you.

The sun was warm on her skin, but when you had started laughing at one of Ellie’s stupid jokes, she felt like her whole body had lit on fire. God, you were so pretty. Ellie comes back down to Earth when she feels Dina playfully kick her under the table and give her a knowing look. Causing her face to slowly redden at the fact she had been caught being mesmerized by you.. again.

And what Dina does next would cause Ellie to practically combust with nervousness.

“So y/n..” Dina’s voice was cocky and made the hair on the back of Ellie’s neck stand up. You give Dina your full, undivided attention, smiling at her sweetly to let her know you’re listening. “Me, Ellie, and Jesse are hanging out at my place tonight, you wanna go?” Dina glances at Ellie, and her smug smile on grows at the slightly horrified look plastered on her face.

You’re lack of hesitation has Ellie melting in her seat. The way your eyes light up and your smile brightens as you vigorously nod your head yes.

“Yes! I would love too.” You look over at Ellie with that big smile on your face and Ellie can’t help the smile taking over on her own face. Your phone pings and when you check it, a pout of disappointment settles on your pretty lips. You look up at the two girls and your voice is laced with sadness. “I have to go guys, my boss asked me to come in early. But this was so much fun. I’ll see you guys later.” As you’re grabbing your things Dina is telling you when to be at her place and thanking you for lunch. You, of course, say it’s ‘no problem at all’. Dina gives Ellie a glance and motions her head at you, giving her the signal that it’s her turn to thank you.

Ellie quickly rushes to her feet as you’re coming around the table towards her. You reach out to her with open arms and Ellie gladly welcomes your embrace. You squeeze her tight as you usually do, and the way your perfume takes over Ellie’s senses has her knees buckling. “Thank you, y/n.” You giggle and she feels her heart melt at the pretty sound. You whisper back a ‘anytime, Els.’

Once you’re gone Ellie plops back down into her seat and Dina is looking at her with a smug smile and a snark comment already on the tip of her tongue. “Dude.” Ellie can tell by her tone that she’s gonna be relentless. “When, are you guys going to get together?” Ellie’s gaze finally tears away from the seat you had been sitting and glares daggers over at Dina.

“Well let’s see. Probably never. Because she doesn’t like me.” Ellie leans over and places her forehead on the table in defeat. A sad sigh escaping her lips, causing Dina to gently pat her on the back.

“I guess we’ll just have to see.” Ellie can practically hear the evil grin in Dina’s voice and Ellie can only pray that things go perfect tonight.

Ellie’s leg is bouncing as she sits in the middle of Dina’s couch next to Jesse. He nudges her leg with his knee and she breaks eye contact with the wall to look over at him. “You need to chill.” Ellie scoffs at this and rolls her eyes, now focusing on Dina who walks towards her with three beers balanced in her hands. Ellie gladly snatches the alcohol from her hands and not even a moment later is taking a swig.

You would be here any minute now. Ellie can feel her body start to warm up from the drink and it relaxes her a bit. A soft knock at the door has her whipping her head towards it and climbing over the back of the couch to rush over. Jesse scoff as Ellie’s alcohol is accidentally spilled on him, but chooses not to say anything other than a mumbled, ‘chill out.’

Ellie swings the door open and you’re standing there looking slightly up at her with your pretty eyes and a sweet smile gracing your lips.

“Hi.” It’s the only words Ellie can think of. She internally kicks herself for being awkward again. But the way your smile grows and your eyes slightly crinkle makes her stomach flip.

“Hi.” Your voice is sickly sweet and so soft on Ellie’s ears. Ellie finally takes a step back so that you can come in. As you walk past her to greet Dina and Jesse, your perfume washes over Ellie and she has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from audibly moaning and embarrassing herself.

Two hours and beers later has you and Ellie laughing your asses off at anything and everything. Ellie is relaxed so much that she’s able to talk to you with crumbling and placing little touches on your arm and leg without combusting. Of course Jesse and Dina are all too aware of what��s happening, which is what causes the slightly tipsy Dina to start a game of truth or dare.

After silly truths like ‘describe your first kiss,’ or ‘what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on,’ and stupid dares like ‘prank call your ex,’ or ‘swap clothes with the person next to you,’ it’s finally Dina’s turn again. The look in her eyes has Ellie practically shaking with nerves.

You’re all too unaware of it, not tipsy but bordering on the edge. You’re giggling at the way Jesse has been tugging on your shorts he was dared to wear. The way his clothes hang off your body has Ellie screaming internally, wishing that it was her clothes instead.

“Ellie.. truth or dare?.” Dina’s voice is laced with a smugness and Ellie knows no matter what she picks, it won’t be good. You perk up and point at her accusingly, excitedly announcing to the room that, ‘Ellie hasn’t done a dare yet.’ Dina grins wickedly and leans back into the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. “I dare you to kiss y/n.” The rooms falls silent as Dina’s words settle over. A tension slowly rising between everyone.

When Ellie glances over at you, she surprised to find your face completely flushed red and your wide eyes staring back at her. You glance down at her lips and it has Ellie practically foaming at the mouth. Before anyone can say anything the silence is broken by a phone ringing. Jesses curses under his breath and grabs the phone hopping up. How convenient.

“Shit. It’s my work, I gotta answer this.” He bails out of the room and after a few more moments of tense and awkward silence Dina stands up.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” She leaves the room just as quickly as Jesse did and now it’s just Ellie and you. You and Ellie. Alone. When Ellie looks back over at you you’re not looking anymore and her heart sinks a bit. Not being able to stand the pressure anymore, Ellie stands up next and she feel your eyes on her again.

“I’m gonna.. get some fresh air.” Her voice is mumbled as she rushes out the side door that leads to Dina’s private patio. It’s small but it’s decorated in lights and plants that has a really warm and homey feeling to it. Ellie takes a seat in one of the chairs and places her head in her hands, elbows resting on her knees. Her heart hurts, she had her chance and she blew it. And for a moment, just a moment, Ellie thought you actually wanted to kiss her and it felt so euphoric.

The sound of the side door opening again has Ellie’s head popping up. She’s surprised to find you sitting down quietly next to her. You don’t look at her, not at first. No, at first you fiddle with your fingers, a nervous habit Ellie noticed you had. You thought you looked so silly right now, hell you felt ridiculous still drowning in Jesse’s clothes.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just allowing the silence to embrace both of you. You shift and Ellie glances at you again, and finds you finally looking at her. You break the silence first, clearing your throat quietly. Before you can say anything Ellie groans and rubs her hands over her face, “Fucking Dina.. always causing trouble.” This makes you giggle.

“She has good intentions.. just awful ways to show them.” At this Ellie gives you a sad chuckle. It makes your heart clench and your brows furrow.

“Kissing me would be awful, huh?” Your eyes widen at the realization and you shake your head frantically.

Ellie watches as your face reddens, a look of fear on your face, so scared that you had offended her. “Oh. No, no, no. It wouldn’t be awful it would be amazing- I mean.. oh gosh.” You cover your face and laugh awkwardly at yourself. Ellie is silent, still hanging onto a thread of hope.

“Ellie.. You’re one of my best friends. I really don’t wanna mess up what we have, but..” You uncover your face and chew on your bottom lip.

“But?” Ellie’s voice is so small, so full of hope that it makes you smile shyly.

“But.. I really really like you Els. And know you don’t like me back and i’m sorry if i’ve ever made you uncomfortable with my flirting, but today with the Dina and the dare to kiss me..” Ellie is stunned at your confession. She honestly feels like she’s dreaming. You like her? And you’ve flirted with her? How could she have not noticed?

“Can I kiss you? Not for the dare.. just to kiss you.” You peer up at her through your eyelashes, face full of nerves. You hesitate but you nod. Ellie leans in slowly, so close to your lips but not quite touching.

“Ellie Williams if this is a joke.. it’s the worst one you’ve ever had.” At your whispered words Ellie chuckles softly. Her lips are on yours not a moment later. The kiss isn’t sweet or soft like Ellie expected it to be. Instead your hands are tangled in her hair tugging her closer. Ellie’s hands find your waist to pull you onto her lap. Her fingers rubbing up your hips and thighs. She feels your breath tremble into the kiss and she pulls away.

“Too much?” You breathily laugh at her question and shake your head, placing sweet kisses along her jaw. Ellie is melting into your touch with the way your hands are sliding around down her neck and chest. You mumble a soft, ‘not enough,’ that has Ellie going feral.

Before Ellie can ravish your lips once again the sound of the side door slamming open has both of you looking over, frozen in place with widen eyes. Dina is standing in the doorway, jaw dropped and stunned.

“Oh.. my.. god..” You’re scrambling out of Ellie’s lap, standing up and shyly looking down. A grin is plastered on Ellie’s face and she can’t tear her gaze away from your shy one. “You guys we’re gonna fuck on my patio.” Ellie watches as you tense up at Dina’s accusation and shake your head waving your hands around you frantically.

You stumble over to Dina and grab her hands in yours. “Dinaaaa.” Your voice is whiney and it causes something deep to stir within Ellie. She can only watch as Dina teases you playfully and you protest with more whines of embarrassment.

“Y/n.” You’re whipping your head back at Ellie when she calls for you. Dina takes the hint and bails once again, shutting the door behind her.

“Yeah?” Ellie reaches out, grabbing your hand and pulling you down onto her lap once again. No other words are spoken as she pulls your lips back onto yours. This time the kiss being much softer than before, a vulnerableness laced into it. “Els.. i love you.”

“Fuck.. you have no idea how much i’m in love with you.”

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #elliewilliams #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x female reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you

248 notes · View notes

lighteez · 5 months

Note

hi, is it possible to have your recent kaeya smut a part two? where it's kaeya's turn to be a dom? thanks!

thanks so much for requesting!! i hope you like this part two, i feel like kaeya would be teasing the hell outta the woman now ehehehe, and imma do a time skip to a week later where he arrives at her doorstep btw! hope that’s fine ehe, enjoy!!! (p.s. it’ll be a lot of teasing and him being so slow that its painful) (p.p.s. sorry i didn't upload a chapter in a while, i was turning in assignments and today was my last exam, im free for a month, so get ready to be spoiled with smut!)

DOM!KAEYA x OC(?)

[MDNI, 18+] oneshot starts below the line !

A week has passed and Kaeya finally learned her name that one night he slept with her. Apparently, her name is Astrid and she’s to help Lisa a bit with some research along with Albedo as well. She came from Sumeru to help out here in a small investigation, but he never knew that until Jean made a meeting with her and he was taken by surprise.

Even Jean didn’t know that those two knew each other until the day of the meeting. Surprisingly, after the meeting she just looked at him once and left right after, not talking to anyone.

Kaeya was a bit hurt, but he didn’t mind it. Maybe she was turned off by him, or something, in which he didn’t mind since everyone has their turn-offs and turn-ons. Although, what did bother him was that she kept ignoring him and everyone else in Mondstad, she never came back to the tavern, and he hasn’t seen her around in the streets. It was quite a mystery as to where she spent her time at.

It got to the point where Kaeya went asking for her in the library, at the church, at the cat cafe, and many other places. He even went to Dragonspine to find Albedo working alone, he also mentioned that he hasn’t seen her as well which made Kaeya more curious as to where she has been.

A Saturday night came in and he was once again in the tavern, talking to Diluc about Astrid.

“I’m just worried that something happened to her, she hasn’t been seen, but there are signs that she’s still here. Apparently, she leaves random notes about the investigation on Lisa’s desk but never shows her fa-”

“Are you done with your drink? I’m going to close up soon.” Diluc sighed as he rested his hands on the counter, giving Kaeya an unamused look. Kaeya just smiled and nodded, getting up from his chair.

“I didn’t notice that time flew by so quickly, my apologies dear brother.” Kaeya stated as Diluc rolled his eyes and grabbed the cup off the counter as he waved Kaeya goodbye as the dark-blue haired man left Angel’s Share, leaving his brother behind to tidy up.

Even today there was no sign of her at the tavern. He was walking aimlessly around town trying to get his mind off things and then head home, but he found himself walking up the steps to a familiar place. Kaeya was now standing outside her door, her curtains closed, but light shined through them as a sign that she was probably awake.

He took in a deep inhale and held it for a few seconds before exhaling softly through his nose as he got the courage to knock on her door. Sadly, there was no response from her as he stood there for a few seconds, so he decided to knock again and he heard some noises behind the door.

His mind immediately thought that she probably had company tonight with someone else, but when she opened the door he was greeted with her looking like a hurricane passed by her and her house. “Oh, did I catch you at a bad time? I apologize for coming in at-”

“Is there something you need? I’m almost done with my part of the investigation, Kaeya.” She sighed, clearly annoyed and frustrated as she took a step back and let him in as he stood outside, being hesitant into entering.

“Ah no, I just came here to check up on you. Are you feeling okay?” He asked with a small smile as she sighed and place her head.

“Sadly no. I haven’t been able to see anyone since the meeting. I’m deeply sorry that I haven’t contacted you at all, I’m sure you’re-” She stopped talking and glaces at him from head to toe, lingering her gaze on his cock and turned to look at him, “Pent up and wanted some fun.” A small chuckle left her lips as Kaeya laughed as well.

A small hum left his lips as he disagreed, “Oh no. I’m not always… pent up. I was just wondering if you were okay, no one hasn’t seen you at all, so I came by to see if you’re doing well.” He smiled once more as Astrid was baffled, a small blush rising to her face, looking away from embarrassment.

“T-thanks for worrying. I’m good, it’s just when I get work I literally don’t eat, sleep or anything besides doing my work. I always do this, so I don’t realize I’ve been stuck in my home for a while, now. Once my brain gets working, I don’t stop at all.” She laughed and motioned with her hand at the mess in her house. It was scattered with paper, pens, books, and files all over the place.

“Makes sense. I’m just glad you’re doing alright, m’lday.” He chuckled and looked at her eyes. “Although, you do need a break. How about a midnight stroll? Does that sound good?” Kaeya asked her as she was taken aback at his sudden question.

Astrid stood there by the door, looking between her work and Kaeya, letting out another sigh. “I’ll… I’ll go get changed, I look like a mess.” She laughed gently and motioned him to come in, “Please come in, although, excuse the mess in my house.”

Kaeya nodded and walked in as she closed the door behind him. “Just uh… sit down on the couch, ignore everything else or better yet- close your eyes when you sit down.” Astrid nervously laughed as she ran to the couch and picked up the books and papers and placed them on the floor with a soft thud. The man nodded and smiled, walking to the couch and sitting down.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about the mess. Plus, it’s not a mess if you work hard at your job. It’s understandable.” He stated as Astrid gulped nervously. For some unknown reason, she felt naked, he was seeing this side of her that rarely anyone saw. She was usually very neat, clean, and very confident, but due to her work she felt vulnerable and messy. It was the first time someone said this to her which made her feel even weaker than her usual dominant side.

She just simply smiled at him, “Thanks, Kaeya. I appreciate it, then I’ll go get dressed up. Luckily, I showered this morning, so I won’t smell that bad.” Another chuckle escaped her lips as she made her way to her room as Kaeya let out a sigh of relief as he looked around. Astrid was truly a woman who works hard at her job, Kaeya was simply impressed at her work and always heard praises from Lisa and Albedo when he talked to them about her.

Deep down, he also felt proud of her. She’s a real hard working person, and he liked that about her. There was so many side of her he hasn’t seen, and he hopes to see more of her. He then realized that about a week ago or more, he had been here, tipsy and having sex with her. Not only that, but it was his first time getting fingered in his ass. A slight shiver went through him as he coughed softly, trying to get the dirty thoughts off the way.

Today would be the day where he’s the one taking control and hopefully just amazes her with his charms. A small part of him wanted to see her beg for him, acting submissive and obedient, but he knew it was too much to ask for. A woman like her wouldn’t get topped by a simple knight like him. However, he might just surprise her and himself tonight with this walk.

After a few moments, she came out with shorts on and a spaghetti strapped shirt on with her hair down from her bun. “I’m done. Let’s go.” Astrid smiled at him warmly as Kaeya blinked and looked at her in awe. It might’ve been a simple comfortable outfit, but it suited her well. The shorts hugged her thick thighs in just the right amount, as the shirt made a wonderful outline of her breasts and her cleavage. He gulped and nodded, getting up from the couch and made his way over to her.

“Yeah. Let’s go, after you.” He motioned towards the door as Astrid nodded and walked ahead of him, opening the door as they walked out and she locked the door the second Kaeya was out the door. “Do you just want to stroll around the town, or go outside the walls were the lake is at?” He asked her, walking down the steps of her house as his arms were behind his back.

Astrid widened her eyes and looked at him, “Wait. There’s a small port near the lake where we can fish, right?” She asked gleaming happily as Kaeya nodded. He never thought that such a woman would be quite happy going to a port.

“Yes, would you like to go there? And from there we can walk up the hill and oversee the large lake, is that fine?” He asked as Astrid happily agreed, having a small skip in her step. Kaeya smiled as they walked silently towards the other side of the town, having small topics to talk about they arrived at the steps to go down to the port.

As they went through the gates the fresh air of the lake hit their faces as Astrid took in a deep breath of the fresh air. “It looks rather romantic to walk nearby the port at midnight, especially with the moon out and everyone’s mostly asleep.” She chuckled, blushing a bit at her own comment as she walked ahead of him and saw the small fishes swimming around happily as ducks quacked and swimming peacefully on the water.

Kaeya looked at her back, staring at her with such delicacy as he enjoyed seeing her look out into the lake. “You are correct, it is romantic to be here together under the moonlight.” He stood next to her and glanced at her from the side of his eye, admiring how her hair gracefully adorned her face. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw her eyes glistening by the lakes light, hitting her hazel eyes with pure innocence.

For the first time, he saw her in a different atmosphere. She was acting more delicate and less mysterious compared to the first time he met her. It felt new to see someone in such a vulnerable state, but his thoughts came to a halt as he realized that he was staring and analyzing her way too much. And why was he getting excited about meeting her fully?

“Hey, Kaeya?” Astrid spoke up softly.

“Y-yes?” He stuttered a bit, getting caught off guard as he looked around the lake to make it seem like he wasn’t staring at her for the longest.

“Thanks for worrying about me, I’ve never had someone take care of me like this ever since I was little.” Astrid looked at him as Kaeya looked into her eyes as well, smiling at each other as she blushed and looked back at the duck that was swimming towards them.

Kaeya chuckled, “It’s no problem. I was worried about you, and so were the others.” He licked his lips and let out a small sigh of relief. “I’m just glad you’re okay, but you have to take care of yourself, okay? When you get home, you have to sleep and you’ll work again tomorrow after breakfast.” Kaeya suggested a small routine for her so she could take care of herself.

A small nod came from her as she approached Kaeya until she was standing right in front of him. “I will… but I can’t really promise anything, unless you sleep with me.” She smiled mischievously and smirked at him.

He raised his eyebrow at her and laughed lightly, “Oh? Is that what you want? Okay, then we can sleep in your bed and I’ll cook something up for you at breakfast. You’re lucky I don’t work tomorrow.” Kaeya tilted his head to the side to see her reaction turn into a frown.

“Okay…” She sounded disappointed, as if she actually meant the other meaning of the phrase “Sleep with her” where they would have another heated night, but Kaeya decided to tease her because he knew that he was going to make a move at her when they arrived back at her house.

“Come on, let’s walk for a bit more.” He smiled and grabbed her wrist delicately, dragging her off the small dock and made their way back to the grass near the giant wall.

Both of them walked in silence as he slowly dragged his fingers to intertwine with her. Astrid gulped nervously as they held hands while walking. She knew that once she finished her job here, she would move back to Sumeru, but Astrid didn’t want to focus on that right now. She wanted to enjoy her small fling with him all that she could.

As they reached the cliff side where behind the church was at, he sat down by the wall and leaned his body against the wall, looking out into the fantastic view. Astrid sat next to him as their legs touched, and Kaeya noticed her blushing and getting flustered from such small intimate touches. He smiled to himself, humming as he thought about what to say.

“Say… When are you going back to your home in Sumeru?” He asked, looking at her curiously as Astrid was playing with the grass underneath her.

“I don’t know, but it’ll probably be when we finish the investigation. So I don’t truly know.” Looking back at the grass, she stopped touching it and sighed.

Kaeya hummed and nodded, “Okay, that’s reasonable.” He sighed gently and rests his head back against the wall, chewing on his inner lip a bit. Kaeya wanted to spend a bit more time with her before she left, he didn’t mind this small fling between them, but- do they have someone or was he just another stranger for her? “I have another question… Are we- friends? Colleagues? or perhaps just strangers? I wanted to know what are we since you didn’t push me away.”

Astrid widened her eyes and looked at him, a small burst of laughter came out her lips. Kaeya was confused at her random burst of laughter at his question.

“Oh please, we’re just friends with benefits. I don’t mind your company and I don’t mind having sex with you either. You piqued my interests ever since- well you know what we did a few weeks ago.” She stopped laughing and plastered a smile to her lips.

Kaeya smiled and nodded. “Of course, I feel the same way. I’m glad we’re not just strangers?” He chuckled softly as well.

She nodded and looked at him with tenderness. If she’s being honest, Astrid never had a friends with benefits type of relationship with anyone. They guys she’s met usually ended into a one night stand or she dated them for quite a while, but a friends with benefits was something different.

“Y’know, I’m glad you’re my friend. I hope we can stay in this relationship for a while. I truly don’t mind it.” She stated as her eyes gazed over his face, looking at his lips, nose, eyes, his chin, just sitting on the grass examining his face as Kaeya also did the same, not realizing that she said something.

“Huh? Oh, yeah me too… I’m glad we’re friends.” Another chuckle left his lips, his gaze never leaving her face as well. Both of them were just staring at each other’s faces that they hadn’t noticed that they were growing closer until they felt their breaths on each others lips, tickling their noses.

They jumped as they realized they were both close to each other, but they didn’t back up from one another. Kaeya licked his lips as he closed the distance and pressed a small kiss to her lips as Astrid sighed from the gentleness.

He slowly placed his hands on her legs and waist, dragging her slowly into his lap as she wrapped her legs around his waist as well. Kaeya started nipping at her bottom lip softly, and licking it softly in the process as she happily opened her mouth to let him push his tongue inside her mouth, exploring her mouth as he kissed her softly.

Hands wandering in her waist, pulling her closer to him as Astrid rests her hands on his shoulders, softly stroking them as a smile pulled on her lips. They kissed each other, taking their sweet time as Kaeya broke the kiss first. Panting for air, he looked at her with glistening eyes, he wanted her right now, but his urges told him to tease her a bit more.

“W-what’s wrong?” She asked worriedly, her usual dominant aura wasn’t appearing at all and Kaeya shakes his head.

“Nothing, I just wanted to kiss you a bit.” He smiled as his hands stroked her waist softly, making Astrid shiver softly at the small movements. “Should we go back to your house and sleep? Or do you want to stay here a bit-”

“We can stay here a bit more, I wanna enjoy this moment.” She stated, looking back at his lips as she licked her bottom lip softly. Kaeya nodded and smiled innocently. Astrid bit her lip, wanting to kiss him more, but she didn’t want to beg him at all. “On second thought, let’s go back to my house.” Astrid placed a light kiss to his lips and pulled away as Kaeya nodded, pretending as if nothing happened between them.

“Alright, let’s go.” He stated and Astrid grumbled at bit, getting up from his lap and standing on her feet as Kaeya stood up next and decided to tease her, he stood right in front of her as his face was once again closer to hers. She froze in her spot at the sudden action, but he didn’t move. Instead he looked at her lips, wanting to give off a little sensual tension to her.

Luckily for him, it was working. She closed her eyes and started leaning in, her lips ghosted around his own lips as his hands grabbed her arms softly. Astrid was ready to kiss him, that was until he slightly gripped her arm and pulled his face away from hers. “Come on, let’s go now. You need to rest.” A wicked smile was on his lips as he dragged her back down the cliff, making Astrid embarrassed that her thoughts were wrong.

She truly believed that he was going to kiss her again, but her hopes diminished when he pulled away. And knowing her, she wasn’t going to ask about it or beg for it. Kaeya noticed her slight frown as a grin was on his lips, but he didn’t dare kiss her. He wanted to make her beg, and want it to the point where the only thing she wants is him for tonight.

Making their way back to her house was making her go crazy. Kaeya kept lingering his hand next to her, rubbing his fingers against her hand, and just when he was going to intertwine their fingers, he pulled his hand away to settle them into his pockets to pull out a small lollipop. Astrid declined and lied saying that she didn’t like sweets, so he put the lollipop back into his pocket as he dropped his hand back at his sides, teasing her hand.

Or when they were walking, he would purposely place a hand on her head, ruffling her hair as his hand slowly went to the back of her neck, giving it a slight squeeze, or rubbing her shoulders. His fingers were caressing her neck and slowly sliding down her back ever so slightly. Moving down to her waist, to her hips, and just when she thought he was going to squeeze her ass, he pulled away.

Astrid was practically waiting for him to make a move and just push he against a wall and fuck her there, but no such luck. The tension was evident between them, but Kaeya didn’t dare himself to make it obvious as he was cheerful and friendly as they talked about random things once more. It got to the point where when they got to her doorstep, he made her turn around as he slightly pressed her against her door and tilted his head to the side, making her close her eyes only for him to reach his hand to her hair and pick something out.

“You had a small dead leaf in your hair. I got it out?” He breathed softly near her lips as he pulled away and showed her the leaf that was in her hair.

“… Thanks.” She stated simply, clearly blushing from her wrong assumption. She turned around and got her keys out, trying to figure out which one was the right key, but her mind was in shambles when Kaeya pressed his body closer to her until he was rubbing it against her ass. Her hands trembled softly as she opened her door and bit her lip, entering her house quickly as she walked to her room. “I’m going to bed now… You should too.”

Kaeya chuckled softly, making sure she didn’t hear as he closed the door behind him and locked it. He walked and followed her into her room as Kaeya looked around with a smile, her room was clean unlike her living room and kitchen where she usually sat down to do her work. “Make yourself comfortable, do you… need some pj’s?”

Astrid walked to her closet and grabbed her own pj’s as Kaeya nodded. “Just give me some pants, I’ll sleep without a shirt on.” He said while sitting down on her bed and taking off his top, as Astrid blushed hard. She realized that she was going to sleep next to him while he had no shirt on. Even though they slept together once and seen each other naked, she never really slept together with a person.

“Okay.” She rummaged through her closet to find some large pj pants, and when she found them, she turned around and gave it to him, “Here.” Her eyes traveled up his upper body, seeing how his muscles were flexing with each movement of his body and arms did.

He grabbed the pants and thanked her, he decided to give her a slight tease as he pulled his pants down, leaving him in his underwear as he slid the PJ pants up slowly. The pants were slightly tight so his ass and dick were pushed up a bit, as Astrid’s jaw dropped slightly as she licked her lips. Kaeya saw her reaction from the side of his eyes as he pulled it up and it fit nicely around his small waist.

“Let’s sleep now, yeah?” He turned to her and Astrid broke her gaze from him, looking away from him. She just nodded and closed her closet door.

“Let me just change into my pj’s.” She said and walked out her room to head to her bathroom as she took in a deep breath and let it out. Kaeya chuckled seeing her scrambling out her room and closing the door behind her. He liked seeing her getting flustered around him, it was a different scene from the one he had seen that day in the tavern and when they slept together for the first time.

Once she came back, Kaeya was still sitting on her bed, waiting for her as she smiled. “I’m back, let’s just sleep now.” She placed her clothes folded nicely on a chair nearby, placing it next to Kaeya’s folded clothes. As she walked to the other side of the bed, Kaeya pulled the blanket away and slid into the blanket, waiting for her to do the same.

Astrid nervously got into her blanket, laying down with her head on her pillow as both their faces were staring at each other. Astrid blushed and covered half her face under the blankets, only her eyes were seen as Kaeya smiled. “No need to be shy. I won’t do anything to you.” He smiled as his hand grabbed the blanket and pulled it away from her face, revealing her red cheeks. “You get flustered easily, y’know? I never thought I would see the day that-”

“Please shut up… Don’t make me more embarrassed.” She closed her eyes, pulling the blanket over her face as Kaeya smirked.

“I’ll try, but it is something I’ve never seen before. Where did your confidence go?” He teased as Astrid groaned in annoyance.

“Kaeya, please stop…” A small whimper escaped her lips as Kaeya hummed deeply. Gulping at her whimpers.

“Oh? Are you begging me to stop teasing you?” He leaned in a bit closer to her, pushing the blanket away from her face, revealing a blushing Astrid as her breathing was getting heavier due to covering herself with a blanket.

Another small whine escaped her lips as Kaeya smirked. He never knew that teasing the hell out of her would result into this. He bit his lip, but held himself back, he wanted her to beg for him. However, the only thing he could do was place a hand on her waist, caressing her a bit as Astrid got goosebumps all over her body.

“Let’s just… s-sleep!” She exclaimed and turned around so her back was facing his chest now. He grinned and softly grabbed her and pressed her against his body. Astrid trembled a bit and gasped when her butt was on his hips as his chest was pressed against her back.

Kaeya hummed deeply, “Hmm, goodnight then.” He happily said, but his hand was still caressing her waist, slowly going down towards her belly and squishing her belly a bit.

Astrid didn’t dare move her body against his as his hand kept squeezing her belly and rubbing it. Slowly but surely, she got aroused. Her own hand traveled down to grab his wrist and held it gently. Without saying a word, she guides his hand down to her panties, pushing his hand lower until his fingers rubbed her clit gently, making her gasp. “K-Kaeya~” She whispered his name as he grabbed her pussy, spreading her lips apart so he could rub her clit between his fingers, causing her to moan into her pillow.

Kaeya sucked in a deep breath, he was completely shocked yet so aroused at her quiet confession of wanting to be touched this intimately. He leaned closer to her body, leaning his face to her neck as he breathed in her scent, putting his lips on her neck and began kissing her skin. It made Astrid whimper with his movements. Grinding her hips against his hand made Kaeya move his fingers on her clit, pulling and putting pressure on it.

Just these subtle movements had Astrid completely at his mercy, wanting more of him as she grind against his hands, making sure her ass also rubbed on his cock. His lithe fingers stroked her folds, pushing his hand further down her panties until he felt her entrance being completely soaked. He made a small groan against her neck, licking her skin all the way up to her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine. “You’re already wet for me, hm?” He smirked against her ear.

If only she could see his face, he was completely taken by her. His grin grew on his lips, pushing a finger inside of her. That simple finger was all it took for her to lose her mind, after being caught up with her work, she had totally forgotten how good it felt having someone touch her, taking control over her body. Withering under his fingers made Kaeya chuckle into her ear, licking it softly, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. A groan left her mouth, throwing her head back. “K-Kaeya, please… Don’t tease me…”

Her submissive voice had Kaeya shocked, after their first encounter, he was sure she would never want to be the one on the bottom, but here they were. “I’m simply pleasuring you, you’re the one who dragged my hand down there.” He whispered, his hot breath tickled her ear, making her squirm in his hold. His finger went in and out of her gently, making sure to stretch her accordingly to make room for his second finger. Pressing his thumbs against her clit made her whine, her hands grabbed her pillow and pressed it on her mouth, trying to muffle her voice, but Kaeya had the upper hand as he grabbed her pillow and threw it to the ground, “Let me hear your sweet noises, love.”

The tone was soft and sensual as he spoke into her ear. Astrid just nodded, letting her voice spill out of her lips. Kaeya groaned in satisfaction as he entered a second finger inside her tight cunt, sweetly stretching her. His fingers were slicked with her wetness, making it so easy to slip right in. Kaeya’s thoughts raced as he thought about taking her completely, pushing his hard cock inside of her, making sure he pinned her hands above her head as he sweetly fucked her brains out. Licking his lips at the thought caused his dick to get hard. Imagining her face contort each time he pushed his cock deep inside her.

“Kaeya… please,” Her shaking voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at her, “I-I need you… Now.” A sigh left her lips.

Something inside of him broke as he swiftly took out his fingers from her cunt, twisting her around so she could lay down on her back, throwing the blanket off them and crawled in between her legs. The way he manhandled her made Astrid’s face heat up in arousal. He immediately grabbed her shorts and panties, pulling them out of the way as he went down on her, gripping her thighs as he spread them apart. Putting his face so close to her pussy had her getting even more wet as he saw just how much she was clenching her hole around nothing.

A simple icy cold blow came out of his lips, blowing to her hot wet cunt as she moaned loudly, trying to close her legs, but Kaeya’s strong grip kept her legs wide open for her. He licked his lips and grinned at her reaction. “Does it feel good?” He whispered, bringing his lips to her inner thighs, kissing her teasingly close to her cunt as her hands went to his hair, gripping it slightly.

“I c-can’t… Kaeya, more.” She groaned, pulling on his hair to bring his face to her cunt as he growled into her cunt, causing vibrations to extend to her pussy. His nose was rubbing against her clit as he felt it throb each time he moved his nose against it. Kaeya took out his wet hot tongue and licked her folds so softly, making sure she felt all the taste buds in his tongue. Astrid was going wild at his slow sensual movements.

Moans, whines, and heavy breathing filled her room as Kaeya kept eating her out so gently that it was painful to her. Truth be told, Kaeya always wanted to do this to someone; going so painfully slow in teasing them and after a while he would build up the anticipation until he pushed his cock in easily to the point where he thrusts in hard and deep, making the other arch their back. “Oh, darling… I love how sensitive you are to my touch.” He once again blew cold air into her wet cunt which made her eyes roll back. He hummed softly, licking from her hole to her clit. Her grip on his hair tighten as he winced against her cunt. “Easy there, sweetheart.” He painfully chuckled.

“Please, Kaeya… I-I’m begging you… Fuck me, please!” Her begging didn’t stop as Kaeya tried to keep his cool, but at some point he had lost his mind. His urges couldn’t be held back anymore as he kneeled between her legs, pushing his pj pants down and stroked himself.

“You’re making me lose it, sweetie… Stop begging…” He groaned, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he stroked himself, but when his eyes opened he saw Astrid looking at his cock, completely drooling at the sight in front of her. He cheeks were red as her chest heaved up and down, her arousal was clearly seen in her tired eyes. A simple tug on his heart made him want to fuck her senseless. Her breath came out in short gasps, and that threw him off course.

Almost immediately, he pressed his body against hers as his cock rubbed sweetly against her wet pussy. “Beg for me, I know you want my cock badly.” He whispered into her ear as her hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close. The next thing she did was wrap her legs around him, flushing their hips close to each other as her lips made their way to his shoulder.

“Fuck me like you mean it, love.” She mimicked the nickname he gave her a few minutes ago.

Kaeya had no self control now, all thoughts thrown out the window as his hand slipped between their bodies, grabbing his cock as he pushed it inside of her stretched out cunt. Their voices were loud as they both groaned when he slammed inside of her, hitting every single spot that made her toes curl. Her hole clenched around him as he moaned into her ear.

His hips moved on their own as he pounded deep inside of her. His hands made their way to her wrists and brought them down to pin them above her head, holding them in place with his right hand. His left hands traveled to hold her hips, making sure to look straight into her eyes as he fucked her. Astrid hadn’t noticed his eyes since her own eyes were closed, taking in every sensation that made her legs tremble.

The bed underneath them creaked as he fucked her with such intense passion. He couldn’t get enough of her tightness around her, it was like she was made for him. “S-so close!” Her head went back, gasping as her eyes went wide, blushing hard as she saw Kaeya looking down at her with such a lewd expression on his face. They were both sweating, wetting the bed sheets with their fluids.

“Fuck, cum for me…” He groaned on top of her as his head was thrown back, her cunt was squeezing hard around him, but his hips didn’t stop from rutting hard into her. Their voices had gotten louder as her back arched, pulling him deeper into her as her legs wrapped tightly around her. Kaeya pressed against her deliciously as they both came at the same time, their breaths got caught in their throat as they came. Her cunt was overflowing with their mixed cum as it dribbled out of her, wetting her thighs and spilling into the bed sheets. Her body was quivering underneath him, as he took in the sight in front of him.

His cock twitched hard inside of her as he spilled out his remaining seed inside of her. “Oh archons… You feel so good wrapped around me like that, love.” He said with a smirk on his face, looking down at her as she tried to get her vision back after it blurred a bit, making her see stars from the intense orgasm that she had been building up.

#writing #smut #fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin oneshots #genshin smut #18+ only #ao3 fanfic #genshin #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya smut #genshin impact smut #dom kaeya

48 notes · View notes

ganondoodle · 8 months

Text

reminder that my totk rants are me just rambling about my thoughts, ideas and complaints, im not trying to analyze anything, be smart, be right, debate or convince anyone who likes it that its bad just bc i think its bad or simply dont like the choices made, im literally just spilling out my brain so it doesnt keep haunting me

if you think something makes sense that i think doesnt i, and forgive me for being so blunt about it, do not care why you think it works, my opinion of this game will not change and i am okay with that

you are free to disagree with anything i say of course but i really dont care why, sorry

(sth i said only in the tags before but added now in this edit bc i think its important: its not bc i dont want to hear other peoples opinions and live in ignorance or something, but bc im tired and i PROMISE you i have seen 99.9% of those arguments already)

im not trying to be mean, aggressive or dismissive, but again, these rants are just me rambling with no intention of arguing with anyone, the only reason im still posting whenever i think of something thats bothering me (even if it might be dumb or be disproven in game bc i am not all-knowing and might be possibly misremembering something), and letting those posts be rebloggable/interactable is bc i have been told by quite a few people that they like reading them or that they feel validated in their own disappointment

thats it.

#ganondoodles talks #i usually seek/like interacting with people on my posts but not really in the case for the rants #like if you also have stuff to complain about or agree yeah go right ahead #but if you are trying to take down every one of my thoughts with arguments as to why im wrong or being unfair #i dont care #and thats not bc i want to live in my own little world and never hear of other peoples opinions #but bc i PROMISE you i have seen those arguments already #alot even #too much even #and i dont care that you love the story #im sorry but i dont #i think its shit #so i will say why i think it sucks #and im not looking to be proven otherwise #bc people are biased and will always like different things #and thats okay #its okay to read soemthing you dont like and then move on and forget it ever happened #if i see a post i dont like i MIGHT go and ramble on my own without saying which one it was bc i just have thoughts that need to get out #but im not looking to argue nor bother OP with it #if i dont like something for dumb reasons i think thats just as valid as liking soemthing for equally dumb reasons

115 notes · View notes

mintymarabell · 1 year

Note

Hi im so sorry to bother but I was wondering. Could I get some predator fan fic. Where their s/o dies and they were just a little to late to save them?? I LOVE ANGST! If you don't like this request feel free to ignore it!

We all LOVE angst.. I nearly cried while making this.

Dying in your elder yautjas arms

He had always scolded you for wandering off while you both explored a planet. He hated that you never listened but he loved when you’d bring back little flowers and skull you found.

It was your scream cutting through the silence that set him off, the forest animals scurrying was what he ran toward. He was clumsy as he hopped from branch to branch, cutting his arms on particularly sharp twigs.

When he reached you. A bad blood stood over your form. He really hoped he wasn’t too late. He let out battle cry as he charged at the bad blood, shooting his netgun at the yautja, trapping it against a nearby tree.

He ran to your side, your red blood oozing from various cuts and gashes. You were alive. Barely alive. But alive.

He looked down at your hand, it was covering a wound. He moved it only to replace it with his own as he covered the sight of your organs threatening to spill onto the ground. He brought out a little medkit he kept on him, incase of emergencies. He tried, tried his best at patching you up but it wasn’t enough.

He knew you wouldn’t make it, your labored breaths grew quieter. He sat near the base of tree, your body in his lap. He rested his head against yours, his hand remaning on your pulse point feeling as your heart got weaker. There was no way he could make it back to the ship in time. Him running would further open your wound, you both were miles from the ship.

He took his mask off, tears flowing from his eyes as he looked down at your now stilled form. You were dead. You weren’t coming back. He laid you down against the tree, closing your eyes and setting his mask on your chest.

He walked toward the bad blood, taking out a knife, he carved at the yautja, cutting of tendrils and fingers. this continued for who knows how long, the bad blood flailed at an attempt to get out, only further influencing the net to become tighter.

He only stopped when the bad blood died, its body mangled and even chopped off. He didn’t care about the body so he stuck his knife into its head and walked off toward your cold body.

He picked you up and began walking toward his ship. He would never return to yautja prime, keeping you in a capsule to preserve your body. From there he’d sit in a chair and just stare at you, sipping away at a c’ntlip. It was all he had in his hands, he quit taking care of the ship, dust piling up. You weren’t here anymore, he couldn’t care less about appearance. He stayed out of many rooms, your scent still lingering.

He didn’t think he could take another breakdown.

#yautja #yautja x reader #elder yautja #monster #monster boyfriend #so cute #yautja boyfriend #yautja stuff #yautja angst #yautja yes

369 notes · View notes

the-broken-pen · 5 months

Note

I love your blog so so much, everything you write is amazing, idk if reqs are open, if they arent, im sorry and feel free to ignore, but could i request a second part of that prompt you wrote where the villain poisons their little sibling hero w/o knowing its them, i just loved that prompt and how you wrote it SO SO much, i think i must have read it about 20 times just these last few days, you can make the second part however you want, sad ending, happy ending, its up to you!!! thank you a lot

Part One (Thank you so much Anon!)

The villain hated hospitals. There was always the threat of exposure—the promise of a fixed wound never meant just stitches. Inevitably, it meant the police.

But really, the villain hated hospitals because they had almost watched their sibling die in one, three years old and a stomach full of cleaning products. They had sworn their sibling would never, ever get hurt again.

Now here they were. Watching the painful rise and fall of their sibling’s chest, oxygen mask hissing alongside the beeping of a heart monitor.

The villain scrubbed a hand over their face, covering their mouth.

Their sibling—the hero—was so small. So pale. And it was their fault.

The villain was going to vomit.

The heart monitor stuttered, and the villain snapped their eyes to the bed. The hero blinked back at them, clammy and bleary eyed.

The hero blinked at them once, before clumsily dragging their oxygen mask off their face.

“You need that,” the villain said gently. The hero eyed the mask with distaste, before dropping it beside them.

“Okay.” But they didn’t pick it up. Their eyes dragged around the room, not quite conscious yet—before landing back on the villain. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

The hero’s brow wrinkled, then eased.

“I don’t feel bad?”

The villain laughed slightly. Their chest panged. “Yeah, that’s the morphine. They have you on the good stuff.”

The hero frowned.

Absently, one of their hands reached for their IV, and the villain caught it, settling it back by their side before they could rip it out.

“You’re an obstinate little thing, aren’t you,” but it was fond.

Their sibling grinned at them, and god, how had the villain not known? The hero had smiled at them, that exact smile, hundreds of times. Maybe thousands. And somehow, they hadn’t stopped to think it looked familiar. They hadn’t questioned that they had the same power.

They hadn’t bothered to wonder if the hero they were fighting was their younger sibling.

How many times had they hurt their sibling and not known?

“You love me anyways.”

The villain’s throat tightened.

“Yeah,” They choked a bit. “Yeah, I do.”

The hero frowned at them again.

“Are you okay?”

The villain cleared their throat. “Of course. It’s you who isn’t.”

The TV on the wall switched to a news segment, and they both watched with detachment as the reporter discussed the political climate surrounding powered people. The hero fidgeted slightly as they aired clips of the two of them fighting.

If their sibling didn’t remember anything about last night—

“The hero always loses,” the villain said slowly. They waited for the hero to look at them. “Why do you think that is?”

The hero bit their lip, anxiety creeping around the fog of pain medication.

“Because they’re weaker, I would think.”

The villain tipped their head a bit. “I don’t know about that. They always hold their own.”

Their sibling shrugged one shoulder, trying for casuality and failing. “Heroics and all that. Busy. Maybe the agency has orders…?” They trailed off, and oh, wasn’t that a terrible thought? Their sibling being ground into dust in the machine of the government.

“They never catch the villain, either,” the villain pressed. One of the hero’s hands squeezed into their blanket.

They stared at each other. The heart monitor beeped. Someone called for a code blue.

“You never catch me.” It was little more than a whisper, but the villain knew their sibling caught it. The hero went still, a deer in headlights.

It was almost like the villain could see them remembering the night before—the gala, the poison. Their big sibling, hurting them.

But they didn’t look at the villain with fear.

“No,” the hero said, and it was the firmest the villain had ever heard their sibling. “I don’t.”

Something began to burn in their gut.

“What were you thinking?” The villain hissed. The hero stared, stony eyed. Their lip quivered, just slightly.

“I was thinking that I love you too much to watch you die on the news.”

The villain jerked a hand through their hair, pacing to the other end of the room. The door snapped shut with a flick of shadow, the curtains following suit.

“You’re sixteen,” the villain snapped. The hero was fighting off tears, pressing their lips together like they were trying to hold in a sob. The villain had seen them do hundreds of times over the years.

“And you’re all I have left.”

The villain forgot how to breathe. Their sibling was trembling, just slightly.

“I’d never leave you,” the villain promised, voice cracking.

The dam broke, and a tear slipped down the hero’s cheek.

“But what if the only part of you left to stay is your ghost? I don’t—I can’t-“

And then their little sibling was sobbing. The villain tucked them into their arms between one second and the next, cradling them against their chest.

“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” the villain carded a hand through the hero’s hair. “I won’t.”

Their sibling was too young for this.

The villain was too young for this, too.

Being a villain paid the bills—but was it worth it?

The hero sobbed again, and the villain knew.

No.

It wasn’t worth it. How could anything ever be worth hurting their sibling?

It wasn’t worth their sibling almost dying, it wasn’t worth the heart ache, it wasn’t worth the pain.

But it was worth a month’s rent. It was worth school supplies and food on the table. It was worth a life.

Maybe not theirs—no, theirs was ruined already.

It was worth their sibling’s.

That was what mattered.

The nausea was back, deep in the villain’s stomach.

“Stop fighting me.”

The words stung on the way out, cutting the villain’s tongue. The hero jerked out of their arms as if scalded.

“What?” Their voice was rough with tears.

The villain swallowed, and it took everything in them to keep their face blank.

“Stop playing hero. You’re going to end up dead.”

If the villain couldn’t hear the heart monitor beeping, they would have thought their sibling’s heart had stalled in their chest.

“It won’t happen again,” they fisted their hands into the blanket.

“You’re right,” the villain agreed, and it hurt. “It won’t.”

The hero gaped at them.

“You don’t get to do this—“

“I do.”

“Stop it,” their sibling hissed. “Let me talk, I just want—“

“I want you alive.”

The hero went silent.

“And I want you happy, and warm, and well fed, because I love you, and it is my job.”

“Isn’t me being a hero to protect you the same thing? It’s love, not hatred or stupidity, can’t you see that?”

The villain could. They could see all of it. They could see their sibling, just a younger version of themself, desperate to keep their last loved one safe. They could see their sibling, helping the city because they cared too much with a too big heart.

They could see their sibling choking on poison, hunched over a toilet.

“I can’t let you keep fighting me.” The villain held the hero’s gaze. “I won’t, do you hear me?”

Their sibling was crying again, silently, chest heaving.

“I’ll fight you anyways,” but it was weak, and they both knew it.

The villain gave them a long look.

“You’re going to let the nurses help you. You’re going to get better. And then we’re going to go home, and you’re going to go to school, and I’m going to pay the bills, and put money on the table, and you’re going to pretend you don’t know how.”

The hero let out a shuddering breath, jerking their eyes away. Their jaw clenched.

“Do you hear me?”

“Fuck you.”

“Hero.”

“Yes,” they sobbed. “Yes, I hear you. Yes, I’ll watch you die and bleed out and I’ll do my math homework and pretend I don’t know why there’s blood stains in the bathroom.”

The villain wished they had been shot. It would have hurt less than this.

“Good.”

The hero shot them one last, desperate look. Like they had expected the last bit to mean something. Like they had hoped it would. Like they had needed it to.

Their sibling was just shy of hyperventilating when the villain tucked their oxygen mask back over their face. They brushed a piece of the hero’s sweat soaked hair out of their face, softening their eyes a fraction.

“I love you.”

The hero just blinked at them as the villain slid off the bed, tucking the blankets back around them.

The villain hesitated, just barely, at the door.

“Don’t—Don’t do this,” their sibling was crying again, voice wet with tears as they shook. Like the villain had grabbed something within them and broken it, something vital, and their sibling no longer knew how to be still. “Please don’t do this.”

Whatever they said next was a mangled sob.

“I love you,” the villain repeated forcefully, more weight on those three words than they had ever put on them. Maybe, when the hero was older and the villain didn’t need to commit crimes to keep them afloat, when there was no danger for their sibling, they would tell them they hadn’t wanted this either.

They would tell them they had wanted them to be a hero.

They would tell them they were sorry.

But for now, the villain said nothing. The door clicked shut behind them like an oath.

The villain managed to make it all the way down the hallway before they started sobbing too.

43 notes · View notes

itsaspectrumcomic · 5 months

Note

this is kind of a vent and a bit of a silly rambled story (ooo story time! but feel free to ignore it if you want it wont bother me)

so i have been researching autism and adhd for roughly a year and a half now and its kinda become a special interest of mine (wild i know lmao) and its actually how i got my adhd diangosis! funnily enough the therapist who diagnosed me for adhd and evaluated me for asd was biased and had no knowledge about adhd or autism... :-] pained smile

(im afab and my sibling is amab and the comparisons between our assesments is insane. they got assesed easily but for me, the therapist was reluctant and judgemental. a great start i know /sarc)

anyway the therapist told me that i couldnt be autistic because even though i scored high, the test my PARENTS filled out for my childhood was very low. i wasnt even asked about my childhood experiences when it came back with a low score. i was just brushed off and told that it was only my adhd and that if i WAS autistic (which im not, according to her) that i would be "high functioning" and that "high functioning" people arent actually autistic. not word for word because i was half listening in shock but the general idea is still there. i have no clue how i even went to this woman tbh.

i have since made a list and included evidence for all the traits ive had since infancy but my parents 100% took the therapists word and are now completely convinced that there is zero chance that i can be on the autism spectrum. fun fact i think theyre both on the spectrum as well and ive talked to my sibling about it too. its wild lol

the thing is i keep going back and forth between denial and acceptance thinking i may be on the spectrum and ive had plenty of friends both professionally and self diagnosed tell me that i am on the spectrum but i cant help but accidentally find ways to invalidate myself and my experiences. i dont know if its worth it to get a professional diagnosis or to just exist as self diagnosed because they both have strong pros and cons. its all very confusing but i can wait 2 years until im a legal adult so i can at least try to get an assesment from a therapist who actually understands autism

i apologize for being so long winded and for any gramatical/spelling errors but i just wanted to thank you for making this blog in general. it feels very validating despite what other people and my negative thoughts try to say about my brain :-] i hope youre doing well !!

'"high functioning" people arent actually autistic'

UGH I hate that so much. I'm not really a fan of the the terms 'high functioning' and 'low functioning' anyway because it doesn't cover how autistic people can be really good at some things and struggle a lot with other things (also known as having a 'spiky profile') and just 'high' or 'low' doesn't properly take that into account, and then there's the whole questionable use of 'functioning' but that's a whole other discussion....

I'm sorry your parents aren't listening. Since autism can be genetic, it's fairly likely they are also on the spectrum and never noticed the traits when you were growing up because it all seemed normal to them.

It's a very personal decision whether or not to try for an official diagnosis, but whatever you decide is valid! The important thing is gaining self-acceptance and learning what works for you. Good luck and I'm so glad you're enjoying this blog :)

#ask #anon ask #long post #its a spectrum #autism diagnosis

39 notes · View notes

hyperfixat · 24 days

Text

so, i played this game mindmindmind by @chattercap and i loved it so much! def go play it if you have the means to do so — i doubt this will get as much traction as my other fics do, but i really just had to write this!! also its so odd knowing that im tagging the creator so im extra sorry if i mischaracterize him >.<

i went forward with my writing assuming (after a thorough mental debate) that geist can interact w the physical world around him, but only when he stirs enough turmoil within you. like there are moments within the game where he touches you and ur phone, but. idk. it feels different somehoe.

while playing the game i really tried to get the ‘good’ ending where you ‘defeat’ geist but he’s so alluring!!1 my goodness if i didn’t melt at the end — man oh man. this is literally word vomit of a situation trying to evoke a similar emotion to that scene near the end where you resist or accept him (trying to avoid spoiling it TT)

quick tw for; meal skipping due to depression, depression and it’s symptoms, negative self image, and just, all around you don’t start or end in a good place mentally., also burns from hot water. nothing deadly or anything, but like. burns.

honestly i didn’t have many ideas my brain was just kinda rotting over him TT so this is what my sleep deprived mind came up with. but ykaow its something (also ignore any canon divergence, it's about vibes not canon.. ) not proof read. 1.6k words.

Your body creaks like rusty hinges when you dragged yourself out of bed, the time already reading half past noon. Too late for breakfast, not that you were likely to have made anything anyway.

There’s a calm in the kitchen, though you can’t bring yourself to fully appreciate it. At least Geist hasn’t made himself known as of yet. That’d be just what you needed on a day like this. (Sarcastic.)

The electric kettle boils on its socket and you stand too close to it in an attempt to bring warmth to your tired body. Despite having slept into the afternoon there’s an ever-lingering tired that clings to your whole body. Only when steam starts to pour from the kettle and you risk getting burned if you remain stagnant for longer do you move to prepare your instant ramen.

Your arms feel weak when you lift the kettle and that’s a sign for what is to come, in hindsight. Perhaps you should have taken the time to move the styrofoam container to the table and pour your water on a clearer surface than your tiny counters. You do manage to pour an adequate amount of near-boiling water in the cup, but you also pour an adequate amount all over your counter and clothes.

You hiss out in pain, tossing the (now empty) kettle on a free section of stovetop.

“Oh dear, what have we here?” The only thing that can make this situation worse. You can never be the only one to bear witness to your failures, can you?

Gritting your teeth, you pull the steaming clothes away from your skin, making a hurried scuttle to your bedroom. Luckily the only clothes you bothered to wear to bed last night was a large shirt, one that slips off of your body easily, despite being soaked. You maneuver to the bathroom, taking in the red hue of your torso.

“Fuck me,” you groan, running a hand over the skin before hissing at the heat. It seems you’re being forced to take that shower you’ve been putting off. You feel a presence in the doorway and ghostly green eyes track your moves to the bath as you turn on the cold water.

It’s old and stained, and likely in need of a cleaning, but there is a tub attached to your shower, so you’re going to use it. Steeling the rest of your body, you plug the tub and step into the icy water. You make yourself suppress a whimper at the cold, it doesn’t help that you already had a chill set in your body from hunger. Your stomach clenches, a reminder of what you’d done and you sink down fully into the water.

Over the rushing of the still pouring water, you hear fabric on fabric and when you open your eyes Geist is sitting on the edge of the tub, regarding you. His expression is hard to discern, something between cool indifference and pity. He doesn't acknowledge your state of undress, bless him for that.

His large, slender hands dip into the water, making it ripple where his fingertips hit. Geist hums as he takes in the temperature.

“What a poor thing you are,” Geist begins. “Can’t even make yourself something to eat without messing up somehow.”

You inhale deeply and close your eyes, attempting to drown out his words. He lets you sit in peace for a few moments, eventually turning the faucet off when it fills to submerge your hot chest.

“No rebuttal?” He lets out an amused laugh, entirely unfitting of the situation. “I see how it is.”

You hope the burns aren’t anything serious, even if they were you don’t know if you’d go to a hospital right away. Some things go away if you ignore them hard enough. Sadly this logic does not apply to Geist.

Being watched doesn’t make for a very relaxing bath, but you’re only there to cool your body off, and it does. You get on your shaky legs after you’ve deemed yourself far too cold to stay in there any longer and unplug the drain and turn on the shower head to rinse the bath water off (and properly clean yourself). Geist leaves when you stand up to shower, leaving you to bask in the cool, quiet drizzle from the faucet.

After getting changed into another set of pajamas (as you don’t plan to leave the house and know you won’t change whatever you’re wearing before bed), you find Geist has made himself completely useless, taking up a seat at the small table cornered on the kitchen to form a make-shift dining room. He’d stepped over and through the mess you’d made, favoring to make use of the scarcely used furniture.

His eyes feel like fire as they track you cleaning the kitchen. “Are you really just going to watch?” His eyebrows raise, as if shocked by your sudden question.

“Why, with how cold you’ve been to me I’d assume you’d want me to leave you all alone.” Geist stands, tall form looking far too elegant for his surroundings. “But, allow me,” he grabs the cup of noodles from your hands and pours them in the garbage disposal. “Hey-!” Those noodles were still perfectly edible, not that there was much left in the cup rather than on the floors.

“Surely you can spare ten cents to prepare a new container.” Geist ignores your open-jawed stare, moving to grab a reusable towel and mop up the mix of broth and warm water on the counter, leaving the floor to you.

By the time your floor is dry and no longer holds the smell of ramen broth you’re too exhausted to bother making a new cup of noodles. You shuffle back over to your bed and fall back into the covers and try to bury yourself.

Geist stands at the foot of your bed, looking eerie in the low light. With him carries the lingering scent of ramen. You look away from him and avert your gaze to the dim glow of your phone.

“I made you your meal.” He can’t even call it lunch anymore, the time on your phone shows its half past four. The act of kindness catches you off guard and you look at him, eyes dull, expecting him to laugh or throw the food on the ground and sneer, but he doesn’t. He even has some utensils ready for you.

You slide against your headboard and pull your blankets down past your chest, gesturing that he can hand the cup to you. He does, beginning to monologue after you take a bite.

“I had waited for you to take action, but it seems you’ve gotten to the point that you’re incapable of doing something as simple as feeding yourself. I took it upon myself to prepare your meal, truly it’s appalling you’ve made it this far in your life. What would have become of you if I weren’t here?” He gives a sigh, as if contemplating the horrible conditions you would face if not for him. “A grown person, unable to properly feed themself, what’s next – do you need me to brush your teeth for you as well?”

You shrink back at the harsh words, face growing hot with shame, realizing he’s right. You can hardly function, all you do is rot away and he’s the remediator, here to curb your decay. Despite having plenty of broth, the noodles taste dry in your mouth and you feel the urge to ugly sob, but your eyes do not prick with tears.

“I’m sorry.” The words come out choked with phlegm and emotion.

“Oh, now look at you,” Geist lets out a mildly less exasperated sigh and sits on the edge of your bed, lightly, as to not spill your ramen. His hand rests on your ankle overtop of your blanket. “I’m not mad at you, I’ll still treasure you no matter how incapable you are.”

You finish your – call it what it is – dinner, and Geist takes it to your kitchen to dispose of it. You shiver, his voice still lingering in the air, his words haunting you.

It’s hard to be alone, it’s even harder when you’re as vulnerable as you are currently, so when Geists asks to join you, you can’t refuse the offer.

“There we go,” Geist gently moves you to the side of your bed, taking the spot next to you, his cold, cold hands resting on your sides. “Are you going to be on your phone the whole evening, darling. That is unwise. You’re tired.”

He’s right. You are tired. You let him hold you as you fall into rest, it’s nice to be held. He holds you and doesn’t let go, even when you wake in the early hours of morning, a wave of clarity and repulsion coming over you.

You try to push him away, claiming he’s cruel, but you’re no match for a man like him, a man who holds you as you shutter with unshed tears, cooing about how it will all be fine as long as he’s here, and letting you know he’ll stay. And, maybe, just maybe, it will be okay as long as Geist stays with you – you only need him and as his words echo as you go back to sleep, reassured. I’ll love you no matter how broken you are. Broken as you may be, you lie with him, knowing deep down he won’t put you back together.

#mindmindmind #verified hyperfixat post #i have no clue what tags to put here tbh #i've never been like.#the first to write something (or one of the first)#so #here goes #geist x reader #mindmindmind geist #tw depression #hmm #yeah i think thats good #mindmindmind fanfiction

11 notes · View notes

whoreanghae · 2 years

Text

snowstorm ; chwe hansol

genre - friends to lovers, stuck together, theres only one bed trope (if u squint)

wordcount - 2.1k

disclaimers - lowercase was on purpose, fic under the cut ofc!

a/n - another friends to lovers sorry i just will forever love this trope so much, also the fts highlight medley is SOOOO good shadow is my song i think. i just finished this and its currently 5am so i apologize for any issues <3<3<3 enjoy

as draining as it was, you always found each day filled with classes to be somewhat rewarding at the end of the day, even if said reward was knowing it was your last class before the weekend. as you unlocked the door to your apartment, all you could think of was spending the next two days ignoring the pile of homework and assignments you have to work on. you made a beeline straight for your sofa as you toss your bag onto your kitchen table. you relax for 30 seconds, eyes closed, soaking in the artificial light from the lamp plugged in next to you. that is, until the trill of your phone ringing snaps you out of your trance. you pick it up, not bothering to open your eyes.

“hey,” you said, sounding more tired than expected. the voice on the other side sounded slightly more awake than you did. “are you done with your last class? if so what are you doing right now?” all the questions were enough to wake you up from your daze.

“i just walked in the door like 2 minutes ago, and i am actually free!” it was rare that yours and vernon’s schedules matched up. between his promotions and practicing, and your university lectures and assignments, it was proven difficult to find time to spend with eachother. thats why whenever possible, you would both be open to doing the most mundane of things together. whether it be running errands or just watching some random netflix show and eating popcorn. you both found comfort in the relaxed nature of it all. it was very you.

“wanna go get coffee?” he said, already expecting a yes. and of course, he got the answer he expected. “of course i do, and im buying this time! you paid for mine last time, now its my turn.” your smile could be heard through your voice. “fine, but im ordering the cheapest thing on the menu!” you rolled your eyes. vernon was always adamant on people not spending money on him, but you always evaded that rule whenever you could.

you groaned sarcastically, making vernon chuckle. “alright, im on my way now, be ready or else im never taking you anywhere ever again.” you giggled as you stood up, throwing your jacket back over your shoulders. “you’d never last a week without me.” you said tauntingly. vernon couldnt help but smile. your friendship had always been like this, constant teasing and sarcasm. “shut up, get ready. he said, trying to suppress the smile growing on his face. “i will, see you soooon.” vernon mumbled a bye as he hung up the phone and you grabbed your phone and your wallet from your bag.

you slid into the passenger seat of vernons car and brushed the snow off of your jacket. “god, was anyone expecting this storm? its crazy out here.” vernon laughed at how shocked you were that it was snowing in the middle of january. “apparently its supposed to get worse, but i wont let that get in between us seeing each other for the first time in a week.” he smiled over at you as he put the car in drive and left the parking lot of your apartment complex. you looked over at him and the small smile he has on his face whenever you look at him. he always looks so content in your presence, as you feel the same in his. you watched him maneuver around the roads, mesmerized by his actions. he soon spoke, breaking you out of your daydream.

“oh, i have to stop by the practice room really quick, is that okay?” you nodded. “im just tagging along, i dont care where we end up.” you said with a smile. vernon pulled into the parking lot of the building and opened his door, stepping out into the snow. he watched as you got out of his car and screwed up your nose at the fluffy flakes falling all around you, slowly getting more and more heavy as the snow piled in the streets and lots around you.

you followed vernon into the elevator as he pressed the button leading up to the floor of seventeen’s practice rooms. you had been there a couple times, just for visits or bringing them snacks and drinks for motivation. the elevator ride was quiet. it was a comfortable silence, the low hum of the elevator music filling the air as you and vernon basked in each others company. the elevator beeped as the doors opened and you both walked down the hallway leading to their practice room. it was growing late, and the worsening weather outside caused the building to be somewhat of a ghost town. usually bustling with people working and hanging out, it was quiet and tranquil. you reached the end of the hallway as vernon used his keycard to unlock the door.

with a beep from the keycard scanner, vernon opened the door and you followed behind him as he walked into the large open room. he walked towards the cabinet where they put all of their personal items as they practice and pulled out a navy blue hoodie and a black beanie. he held them in his arms as he spun around to face you. “ready to go?” he said, walking towards the door. you hesitate before speaking up. “maybe we can stay here for a bit? wait for the storm to die down a little.” vernon quirked an eyebrow before shrugging. “sounds like a plan. come sit.” he walked to the corner of the room, where two black beanbags sat next to each other. as you both sat down, vernon gasped and jumped back up and half-ran to the other side of the room, where the entertainment system was. you laughed to yourself at his urgency. after a second, vernons playlist was playing quietly through the speakers around the room. he smiled as we walked back over to where you sat, fondly admiring his every move.

you and vernon had sat in the practice room talking for over an hour. you had both honestly lost track of time. he checked the time, 10:27pm. you both quickly realized that your usual cafe had closed half an hour ago. he sighed, apologizing to you for not being able to get coffee like he had planned. “vern, i dont care what we do, as long as we get to catch up.” he scrolled on his phone, eyebrows furrowed, not replying to what you had said. you could tell he was trying to figure something out. you leaned towards him, furrowing your own eyebrows as well. “whats wrong?” he looked up at you as he turned his phone to show you an article stating that all roads in your area had closed due to the force of the storm. your jaw dropped as you made eye contact with vernon, and you both started laughing at the irony of it all. you dont see each other for over a week, and suddenly you’ll be stuck together for the foreseeable future.

the article that you and vernon had read stated that it can be expected for roads to stay closed until the morning, so you both decided that it was in your best interest to settle in to stay in the practice room for the night. “wait, i think it’s right… here!” vernon opened and closed cabinets in the practice room until he found the one he was looking for. inside the cabinet, there was a white blanket neatly folded and a white pillow on the shelf above it. “excuse me for asking, but why do you guys have a blanket and pillow in your practice room?” you couldnt help but laugh. the thought of someone needing a nap mid practice was the most seventeen thing you could think of. “well one time hoshi got locked out of the dorms so from that day on he kept supplies here just in case it happened again.” of course it was hoshi.

you both retreated back to the beanbags after finding the blanket and setting it aside. neither of you were tired, so you stayed up talking in the hopes that the storm would subside and the roads would miraculously open back up again. you talked and talked until the clock hit 2am and you both couldnt finish a sentence without yawning. vernon walked over to where he had layed the blanket and pillow on the counter, and brought it over and put both in your lap. “why are you giving it to me? you need to sleep too.” you picked it up and tried to pass it to him but he lightly pushed your hands away. “ill be fine, i want you to be comfortable.” you frowned at vernon, insisting on him taking it from you. vernon gave in, taking the stack from you and settling in. as he unfolded the blanket, he opened his arms. you quirked an eyebrow, confused as to what he was doing. “listen, im not gonna be the only one sleeping with a blanket. come here.” you stood up and walked over, inserting yourself into the space he had made for you under the blanket. the two of you had been friends for a while, but you had never been this close before. you expected it to be awkward, but it was surprisingly natural to both of you. your head rested on the pillow as vernons eyes fluttered shut, his long eyelashes laying softly on his cheeks. you admired his features, before closing your own eyes in case he feels you staring at him. soon, you were lulled to sleep by vernons soft breaths against your forehead.

you woke up with one of vernons arms lazily draped across your hip, and your legs intertwined together as an attempt to create the illusion of the beanbag you slept on having more room than it does. judging by his slow breaths and steady heartbeat, he was still asleep. there were no windows in their performance room, so you had to crane your neck to locate the clock on the wall and find out how early or late you woke up. 9:03am. it was still early enough to let vernon sleep instead of disturbing his peace. you turned your head back to his sleeping figure. the light snores coming from him would annoy anyone else, but to you they were endearing. everything about vernon was this way to you. everything he did was perfect. you adored vernon, but had never seen him as anything other than a friend. as you lay here, limbs connected and the fading scent of his cologne lingering around you, you wonder if you had ever seen him as just a friend. what if you had been repressing the feelings you had? what if seeing him like this, so peaceful and vulnerable, had awakened something? what if-

your train of thought was brought to an end when an arm squeezed around your waist and a face was buried into your neck. you smiled a wide smile. “good morning sleepyhead.” you ran a hand through vernons messy hair as he groaned a “morning” into your skin. you sat like that for a minute, even closer to each other, until he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. “what time is it?” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep. “its 9 oclock.” you couldnt help but smile at him. you rarely saw vernon early in the morning, only on times when you both made all day plans instead of impromptu ones. he yawned as he asked, “have you seen if the roads have opened yet?” you shook your head. “i couldnt reach my phone, its over on the shelf and you looked too comfy, i didnt want to disturb you.” the tips of his ears turned pink as he rolled over slightly and stretched to reach his phone. he rested his phone on your hip as he tried to find an update. you let your head fall to the pillow again, lightly closing your eyes as vernon scrolled through news sites.

“oh, it looks like theyre back open!” vernon said, slowly waking up, “you ready to go?” you didnt bother to open your eyes, just shook your head. “lets stay here a little longer. this beanbag is comfier than i thought.” you smiled as you heard his phone hit the table and his arm returned to its previous place around your hip. vernon pulled you closer, not saying another word.

#seventeen #seventeen oneshot #seventeen imagines #svt #chwe hansol #vernon #vernon fluff #vernon fanfic #friends to lovers #stuck together #theres a storm #its the stereotypical #i guess we're stuck #vernon x reader #kpop fluff #whoreanghae

578 notes · View notes

alstroemerian-dragon · 1 month

Text

theres something that really bothers me about the way a lot of people talk about and write peko re: her place as fuyuhiko’s “tool,” especially when it comes to like. despair. and i feel like it stems from a few different places and one of those is definitely uh. distance from the source material. because. w. did we play the same game

like. the second trial is a lot of things. annoying. about the death of a character i dont really care about. kind of confusing. Very Sad At The End. but the one thing it shows beyond any shadow of a doubt is that peko Does Not Want To Be Fuyuhiko’s Tool. she leans into it a lot in that trial, past the stupid. serial killer shit. which is literally just desperation and quick thinking on her part (and non diagetically meant to parallel the first game but whatever). but she does that because it is the only option she thinks she has if she wants to keep fuyuhiko alive. because thats her ultimate goal, right? sure, she’s his tool. sure, theyre Badly and Unhealthily codependent. sure, she was basically groomed to stay at his side no matter what. but…

she also cares about him. genuinely. she loves him. for all that teenagers can properly conceive of love in all its forms, but she at least think she does. but she does truly care about him.

did anybody do her free time events other than me? genuine question. because i dont think someone who wants to ask the guy shes sworn to protect on a date would be content being just his tool. that sure sounds like someone who wants to be on equal footing with him.

like. look. say what you want about the anime. take it with a grain of salt. cherry pick what you like and toss the rest of it out. that sure is what i do!! but even if you do that, youve got to take the text of the game itself into account if you want to have any semblance of regular characterization, and the game makes it clear that she hates this!!! she doesnt want to be his tool! she will fight him on things if she has to! she will disobey him if she has to!!! thats the whole point of the trial!!!!! he told her to run and that he would take the fall and she told him no!!!!!!!!!

and you cant ignore the fact that the time between them starting at hope’s peak and the tragedy hitting the ground running was two whole years. people can change a lot in two years, especially teenagers, and especially high schoolers. idk how long its been since you were in high school (unless you currently are in which case. dear gd im so sorry. good luck) but your mental state in high school is so fucked. you have no idea who you are and neither does anybody else and can you even imagine the kinds of pressure the ultimates would have been under?? again, taking the anime with a grain of salt, but even if you go along with it and think the school was barely a school at all, the pressure from society, from family, from peers still has an impact. everyone was telling them who they were and that thats who they were going to be for the rest of their lives and i doubt ANY of them felt like it.

and even if you subscribe to the idea, like me, that their second year was a downward spiral because of junko’s presence and influence, they still needed somewhere to fall from. the idea that peko was uniquely comfortable being quiet and violent and doing whatever fuyuhiko wanted so she didnt need despair to be his tool is ridiculous. i see the argument of “well watching her friends fall into despair and spiral made her spiral in turn and grow numb to it and retreat into herself until she needed to become fuyuhiko’s tool again as a coping mechanism” but. buddy. That Is Despair.

sometimes i feel like the only person who thinks about despair complexly and maybe thats its own post because this ones too long already but. despair isnt just Being Brainwashed Into A Monster. ignore what the writers told you. okay? look at me. Look Into My Eyes. The Writers Are Fucking Idiots And Dont Know How To Write Good Drama With Genuine Stakes. despair as a nuanced concept is so much more horrifying. different post. sorry. peko.

if peko had not been pulled down by despair just like the rest of them she would have fought tooth and nail to keep fuyuhiko above it. she would have demanded he explain to her why he was doing what he was doing. and she would have told him no.

and of course heres where i get into the accusatory part because the other place a lot of this comes from is, and im sorry, an unwillingness to write complex or nuanced women. not pointing fingers, but reducing peko down into “fuyuhiko’s tool” and “she does whatever he says without question” completely destroys any minuscule amount of agency she has. shes a fucking person. yes, shes pixels on a screen. yes, shes a representation of tropes. but diagetically, within the fiction of the game, she is a human being, and if you want to write her, and not be puppeting around a gddamn cardboard cutout, you have to think of her as a person with agency who makes her own fucking choices. sometimes those choices are taken away from her. but they shouldnt be taken away by you.

#personal #long post #peko pekoyama #danganronpa #meta #okay thats it #sorry this is so fucking long. was thinking about this for the past hour and a half #AGAIN. NOT POINTING FINGERS. NOT STARTING SHIT. IM JUST SAYIN.#1) revisit the source material 2) think about women as people…#thats all i’ll say. the post about despair as a concept will have to wait for another day #i will talk about metal gear solid in it. im sorry.#okay gnight

8 notes · View notes

blueeandyellowmakesgreen · 2 years

Text

kicking my feet grinning like a maniac imagining a mike gets vecna’d scenario ahahaha

imagine mike sobbing, screaming, and desperate for someone to hear him to get out of his trance but all hes greeted with is the sound of his own voice echoing back at him. he retreats to a recluse place in the UD covering his ears as he hears demobats near his proximity, shaking like a leaf and whimpering to himself ‘get it together, wheeler. this isnt real.’’ he considers thinking about a light memory like what lucas told him how max did. then he thinks. when was the last time he even felt… safe? his household is hopeless. school is living hell, so screw that.

so he thinks of eddie and hellfire. it works, and he stays for a while, because it truly was the lightest he’s been. he lives the memory and plays the game like he remembered it. not until the memory gets distorted, knowing eddie died and his friend’s corpse starts rotting in front of him. with a distorted voice he screams in desperation, ‘’where were you mike?’’. clearly he couldnt have done more. but mike always prided himself of being the leader, the protector. the.. heart. that’s who he was supposed to be. and knowing eddie led himself to a sacrificial death made him feel worse.

mike runs away from the memory. new plan, he thinks of the party instead. lucas, dustin, max, el…

.. and will. mike feels himself smile at the mention of his name to himself.

okay. it was working. no sense of dread so far, just happy memories. he jumps to the memory with lucas. it was a memory of them fighting for an orange popsicle when they were younger. after a while, lucas stares at him, giving an unreadable look.

‘’youre a bad friend mike.’’

‘’w-what?’’ young mike stutters. present mike feels himself ask the same thing.

‘’you stole my popsicle.’’

young mike laughs nervously. ‘’hey i won it fair and square!’’

lucas continues staring, making mike feel more uneasy. ‘’look. we could always buy you another-‘’

‘’how many times are you going to let me down? i lost count at this point, you know. and knowing in the future, you dont go to my game? you knew it meant the world to me mike, and yet you dont care. all you did was go against me, and you never support me. what kind of friend does that?’’ young lucas steps closer to young mike, every word penetrating more and more as lucas pokes his chest harder until he falls to the ground. as young mike looks up, young lucas is replaced with older lucas in his basketball uniform.

‘’yeah mike, what about me?’’

mike hears a voice from behind and its older dustin. ‘’you clearly dont give a shit about me either. you didnt even bother to look or ask where i was when i was gone with steve, even after days. i could have been DEAD but all you cared about was being with your stupid girlfriend. leader of the party, my ass.’’

all mike could do was whimper. he never felt so cornered in his life. ‘’d-dustin i said i was sorry about that..’’ his voice comes out weak and croaked.

‘’im glad you ignored me, mike.’’

he turns again, and this time will is in front of him. sweet, lovely will. his best friend, the one who could never do him wrong. ‘’im glad you ignored me. because of that, i realized im better off without you.’’

mike feels his words like a knife stabbing through him each time. ‘’will? y-you don’t mean that..’’

‘’i do. when i moved to lenora, i felt so much better without you. i made new friends who cared about me. i felt free, and i didnt think of you once. i even met someone! now i have someone i can dedicate my art for. because let’s face it, that painting was not worth the effort. why would i waste my talent on you?’’

mike reaches out for will, desperate. ‘’will, please. im so sorry. i know i’ve been nothing but an asshole but i promise, it’s not you, it was never you! it- it was just.. i..’’

‘’you dont love me, mike.’’

mike flinches at the voice behind him. ‘’el.. of course i love you! i always had; i told you, remember?’’

‘’no… you could never love me.’’

‘’i do! i said it, didn’t i?!’’ mike yells, maybe too loud. he looks around, his friends surrounding him. they all look down at him with shame in their eyes. mike was still on the ground. ‘’i do love her!’’ he yells again..even if no one was asking him to affirm it.

dustin leans to him. ‘’i dont believe you. i dont trust you. your phrase ‘friends don’t lie means nothing when all youve done to us is lie.’’

‘’it’s..’’ el’s gentle voice begins.

‘’..bullshit.’’ lucas finishes with venom in his words.

‘’what are you hiding?’’

mike’s pupils shrink.

lucas leans down mockingly, joining dustin. ‘’yeah, mike. what are you hiding?’’

‘’guys, im sorry…’’

‘’mike, please tell me what you’re hiding.’’ el walks closer, surrounding mike more and more.

‘’tell us what youre hiding!’’ lucas and dustin chorused. as their voices adjoin, mike and will make eye contact.

will simply walks away from the scene, not bothering to even say a goodbye.

‘’im sorry, i…! i cant.!! i cant…Will…!!’

mike pushes past the three and runs to will. but the more he ran, the farther will seemed to be. he screams for will’s name until his voice hurt, running until his legs give out and reaches out. his vision blurs to will’s figure being shrunk to a speck, as several echoes taunt him. will disappears from his line of sight, and mike collapses on his knees. he screams of frustration. his screams then led to fits of crying. his shoulders shake with his head buried under his arms. mike slams his fist over and over on the cold slimy ground he finds himself in and wraps his hands around his hair, pulling on it harshly. he just lost his best friend. the one he loved.

and it was all his fault.

#byler #yes im insane yes its 4am and i cant sleep so i wrote a mini byler fic oops.#writing

262 notes · View notes

croc-girl-dick · 2 months

Text

Penny, my voresona in a beautiful fancy wedding dress thing :3

Heya horny friends, this is kinda a vent post so feel free to skip and just enjoy my dumb art.

This is the first thing I've drawn that isnt just terrible in like forever, since Halloween. But art block and seasonal depression is a thing not actually what I'm gonna complain about.

I feel really awful that I've been neglecting my furaffinity vore art blog https://www.furaffinity.net/user/florathefoxgrill/ , but even worse iv been ignoring my discord. Just for some context I have major social anxiety and I take medication for it. I hate to use that as an excuse and it isn't really valid for such a long time. Iv been thinking about deleting both my discord and art blog as their really heavy on me mentally for some reason, but I'm not gonna do that cos it's basically admiting defeat to my anxieties. I see other artists posting all the time or even just monthly and I get upset at why I can't just do that ! I could but I don't ugh ! Even with work I'm only part time so I should be able to at least talk to people ! Im especially so sorry to people who reach out to me and I ghost. I have friends i haven't talked to In ages and I feel super bad about it, I'm so sorry and I love you !

Hopefully one day I can be a friendly talkative honry artist and make a living off that :3 its a crazy dream but not my most unrealistic.

Okay I love you all ! Sorry to bother you with this if you read it all <3 !

No need to respond, a like will let me know you care :3

7 notes · View notes

wooblrb · 3 months

Text

the law of being friends with a male: 14 (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

genre,, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn ??

pairing: junghoon x fem!reader

warnings: a lot of dialogue,,

masterlist 𓇢𓆸

taglist ^-^: @dogyunslover @fordohyon @anxiousskylar

a/n: HELLOOOO :PPP sorry i havent been updatings ive been SOOO BUSYYY ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ ) ILL TRY TO POST MORE OFTENNN Ꮚ ᵒ̴̶̷̥ ‸ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥ Ꮚ alsoo sorry for such boring chapterss ill try write them more juicier LOL hope yall enjoy thiss lmk what you think ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧

“i’m home!” i announce as i walk into my house.

what a strange day. jinsik only said that because he likes bora.. i’m not like him. i don’t like junghoon like that. the only thing i’m really worried about is that i might never see junghoon smile again.

i grab my phone and open my messaging app. i tap junghoons contact and start typing.

‘thats why i have to do this..!’

i push send and let out a little yelp.

little did i know.. that text will create an issue in the future.

authors pov

“junghoon~ sorry im late! the bus took too long. did you wait a long time?” jinsik waves at junghoon while approaching.

“no, i just got here.” junghoon responds.

“lets go. what did you want to eat.”

“ahh i feel bad that i was late. i'll pay for dinner! you pick.” jinsik says while playfully punching junghoon’s arm.

“no. i said i would pay for it. lets go somewhere nearby.” junghoon walks ahead , trying to find somewhere to eat. “wahh kim junghoon is too nice(,,>﹏<,,)” jinsik runs and catches up to junghoon.

they start walking down the street and talk about random things.

“oh right i need to get a book from the bookstore! and a pillow but i can go another day.” jinsik mentions as he points to the bookstore thats nearby.

junghoon nods and follows him.

“by the way, why did you take the bus? isnt the subway closer to your house?” junghoon asks curiously as they walk inside the store.

“oh i wasn’t at home. i was on *** street.” he replies looking through the math workbooks.

“hm why were you on that street? its pretty far from your house.” junghoon questions more as he looks around at the books.

“ahh i was with y/n. i was so distracted with our conversation that i forgot to part ways” jinsik chuckles, still looking through the books.

“just the two of you?”

“huh? oh yeah just me and her. i think the is the work book i need lets go!” jinsik walks to the checkout but stops after seeing that junghoon isnt following.

“junghoon? lets go eat!”

“oh. okay.”

junghoon and jinsik start walking to the restaurant but then sudddenly junghoon’s phones buzzes.

he grabs his phone and sees that y/n texted. he reads the text then dials her number.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ

y/ns pov

*are you free tommorrow? do you maybe want to go with me to buy jinsik a birthday gift?*

“i sent it!” i mumble while looking at the sent message to junghoon.

it would've been better if i had asked him in person… but everytime i see him, he avoids eye contact. what did i even do to him?! well.. to be honest. the thing that bothers me the most is… he isnt showing me his beautiful smile.

but if i were to ask him.. that would be awkward.

i look down at my phone and see he just read the text.

“AHH! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ “ i yelp as i hide myseldf under the blankets.

i peak out my head waiting for his reply.

‘why is he not answering back? is he ignoring my texts now too T-T'

i reach out my hand to check but suddenly i get a call.

‘a call..?’

i click the answer button.

“ehem…hello?” i say softly.

“i called because i had a question. when will you be available tomorrow.” junghoon asks directly.

“oh, i-i’m free anytime! its the weekend after all. hehe.” i get up from my laying position and sit straight up on my bed.

“hm then how about and 2?”

“thats perfect..!”

“what kind of present are you going to get?” he asks.

“uhh i havet decided yet..what about you?”

“me neither”

“well then we can just decide on the way!… okay great…yes! see you tomorrow!” junghoon ends the call.

‘nice.. i did it!!’

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧

next day~~

my plan has been following along well. the first step was to meet junghoon outside of school. second step. i would ask him if he is truly upset with me and why in a natural way. third step. accept his apology for whatever he's upset about, and then i'll see his smile again!!

THE END! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

“what are you looking at? and why are you giving a thumbs up?” junghoon asks, slightly weirded out.

“huh? its nothing. lets go..” i reply while scraching the back of my neck.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧

#junghoon x reader #junghoon xikers #kpop #xikers fanfic #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers reactions #xikers #xikers x reader #jinsik xikers #jinsik #jinsik x reader

12 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs