#like i used to SPEND SO MUCH TIME pondering over him it’s so 😭

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I was wondering if you do fluff/sfw fics, I love your writings! If so I would request some domestic fluff with one of cillians characters, I'm a sucker for that cute cuddly shit. <3

VISIONS OF SUCH SWEET DAYS ─── neil lewis 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I hold you like the first time. I love your heart and all that you are. When I think of us it seems absurd to not believe in eternity.” — a letter to Albert Camus, María Casares.

pairing. neil lewis x reader

summary. domestic headcanons w/neil lewis!

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, married life, domesticity, mutual pining, bestfriends-to-lovers

word count. 2.4k

a/n. ik this probably won’t get much attention cus theres no smut but this was sm fun to write!!! tysm anon & im so sorry requests are taking long to do😭schools taking precedent for me atm! also this wasn’t proofread i apologize😓 lastly, the title is from “apocalypse” by cigarettes after sex :)

P.S. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 2000 FOLLOWERS AHHHH I LOVE U GUYS SM!!!

Being in a relationship with Neil Lewis doesn’t change a thing at all. Your dynamic has stayed the same since you were just friends: you two were like an old married couple-- even before you did get married. 

For years, it made Jonathan and Lucien wrinkle their noses, and you ponder about the matter often, how lovey-dovey you two had actually been without even realizing it…

🎬 you used to visit him at work with takeout after he complained about forgetting his lunch over the phone. he’d light up when you walked in, why’re you here?! on his tongue before you lifted up the plastic bag, and he’d smile that boyish smile of his, warm and appreciative and so neil, the same sweet neil you’d known since you were young. 

“forget your lunch again, neil?” you’d grin. “i bet you could recite the seventh seal word by word but forget if you brushed your teeth this morning.” “you wound me!” he’d press a hand to his heart, theatrically pretending he’d gotten stabbed, “you don’t have to bet— i can recite the seventh seal word by word.”

🎬 when his washer broke, and he was too busy to get it fixed, you offered to wash his laundry for him. obviously, the thought of you handling his clothes — his intimates — had him mortified, so he suggested he just come over to yours and put a load in instead. still, the day dissolved into the two of you folding your laundry side by side, humming nostalgic tunes alongside your handheld radio. 

“oh, god, change the station,” he’d groan, haphazardly tossing one of his newly rolled up tube socks into a plastic laundry bin. “hm? how come?” you questioned absently. “they’re playing that song, y’know— from homecoming?” “when that girl -- what was her name, again? -- dumped you?” “ugh, don’t remind me and please, just change it already!”

🎬 with adulthood came change, and honestly, the two of you didn’t get to see each other as often as you wanted, so neil proposed that you spend at least one night a week eating dinner together. once, you decided to cook instead of eating out, but neil got impatient. he wandered over to your figure in the kitchen, whining that he was about to keel over and die since you were taking so long. you rolled your eyes, but relented, holding up the wooden spoon and letting him taste-test, asking if it was too salty or too sweet. maybe it was because he was hungry, or your food was something so nostalgic and familiar to him, but he absolutely melted at the taste, singing praises the entire night. 

🎬 sometimes you & neil’s movie-nights would drift off a little too late into the night, and the two of you would fall asleep on his couch together. you’d wake up, a strained, uncomfortable tangle of limbs and blankets, but you still felt right at home— snug against neil’s warm body, his familiar scent clinging to your skin. 

🎬 since neil rarely got out of the house, you made it your mission to expose that man to the sunlight as much as possible; you didn't exactly want your bestfriend to get jaundice because he was binge-watching humphrey bogart's entire filmography for days in a row. you’d take him everywhere and anywhere: the two of you would go to the sunday farmers market downtown, looking at all the booths and tents laid out, buying fresh fruit and vegetables as opposed to, what you called, “overpriced, super-market big-box store garbage”, to which, neil would say, “is this a dig at me? because you know i’m terrible at grocery shopping, i cant help buying whatever’s easiest!”

🎬 other days, you’d walk in the park side by side, taking in the fresh air and throwing bread at ducks despite the DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in bright yellow, snickering like school children. 

“that one looks just like you,” you’d giggle, pointing at a particularly ugly looking one, flailing about in the water and splashing its siblings. “hardy-har, that’s very funny,” neil snorted, pushing you playfully. “jokes on you, it’s probably just like the ugly duckling.” “poor neil, is this your way of telling me you were switched at birth?”

🎬 sometimes, the two of you would sneak on top of your work building’s roof and, well, people-watch, picking a random person and dictating what you thought they were doing that day. 

neil pointed at a lady wearing a furry wolf costume, and you filled in what you thought. “oh, oh, she’s going to her kids' birthday! the guy they hired to be a wolf didn’t show up, so mom decided to do it herself.” “good on her, but i don’t think it's her kids birthday she’s going to…” he trailed off, and you looked at him confused, before he gestured to the fur-suit-wearing woman entering a strip club. “huh,” you’d blink, “kinky.”

🎬 despite the confidence he projects at gumshoe video, considering he dresses up in some silly costume every week, the guy is absolutely terrified at booking his own appointments. it doesn't matter what it is, dental or medical or even a haircut, he stumbles and hangs up at the slightest rise of panic within him. its funny the first few times, but you could not deal with it anymore after he was sick with something he “didn’t know” because he was too nervous to call his doctor. you booked the first few, but then you taught him, shoving the phone in his hand and pantomiming what to do silently in front of him. 

“uh, um, i’d like to book my - my-“ neil froze, mind going blank. you smacked your forehead lightly in exasperation, then pretended to inject yourself with a needle. “my, um, routine-- routine vaccinations!” 

🎬 it took a few tries, but he finally got the hang of it— a big achievement on his part, but your number’s still hooked up to his dentist, so you have to remind him every time that he has to book his cleaning. 

Nothing about your love has changed, not a single thing from back then, and honestly, maybe you loved him the whole time. Thought there certainly is a more romantic tone to your relationship now…

🎬 waking up next to neil might be one of the sweetest sights you’ve ever seen. usually, it’s him who wakes up first— he’s a light sleeper, while you sleep like the dead. your eyes flutter open, and there he is, piercing blue eyes drifting past your every feature. his gaze is tense and consuming but tender and loving all at once; you feel like he’s seeing through you, but it's in a good way-- you want to bare your heart on your sleeve for him because he does it for you. his hands are smooth on your side, holding you close, and he brings one up to cradle your face when he notices you’re awake. 

“goodmorning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “morning, you little creep,” you grin against his skin, “do you watch me every morning?” he rolled his eyes, “not every morning… i can’t when you go to work early, obviously.”

🎬 your wedding is the funniest thing you’re ever experienced. sure, most people want it to be beautiful and perfect, but you were content with anything— hell, neil could’ve married you with just his cardboard cutout of ingrid bergman as the sole witness and you’d still swoon. it’s funny because your families have this chemical energy about them when they’re together— they get along like a house on fire, and it’s just, seriously, seriously chaotic. all your friends being there doesn’t help either, especially when you were 99% sure your other best friend, violet, was pickpocketing the plus-ones you didn’t know. 

“is that your aunt, or my cousin’s girlfriend?” neil asked in a whisper, taking a large bite of your red-velvet wedding cake. “i’m not sure…” you knit your brows, “but that is lucien asking for her number.”

🎬 you had gotten sick before with neil knowing before, obviously, but living with him while you’re sick means he makes it his personal mission to cater to your every need. he supplies you with dozens of pillows and blankets if you’re chilly, and will just as quickly fling them across the room if you break out a sweat. he’s by your side the whole time, even though you protest and fume that he’ll get sick too, but he says he doesn’t care, not when the love of his life is suffering. he’s so devoted to you, and it gets downright irritating at times like these, but you can’t deny how warm being showered in his love feels; being taken care of, doted on, his wide blue eyes peering into you for any sign of discomfort at all so he can quickly fix it.

just a single could i have some water? and neil’s hauling a thirty-six pack of plastic bottles into your bedroom. “just in case,” he pants, “dehydration’s a big problem when you’re sick, okay?!”

🎬 this man is a fiend!!! for spooning. little spoon or big spoon, he does not care okay maybe he likes being the little spoon a lil bit more he just adore having you near him. when he’s the big spoon, he pulls you real close, your face in the crook of his neck as he pets the back of your head gently, your arms wrapping around his waist. it’s the perfect angle because he gets to see your darling beautiful eyes looking up at him in the way you know he folds for every time. when he’s the little spoon, hes wastes no time in curling up against you, his head resting on your chest. theres just something so comforting about the position, be it your hands running through his brown locks, your legs hooked over his, or how his hands come up under your shirt and make you shiver, but you let it happen anyway, because you know how much he loves feeling your warmth under his fingertips. 

🎬 neil is terrible, downright terrible at cooking… but he is a genius when the oven mitts come out! his silly little cinephile brain apparently made ample enough space for him to hone his baking skills, and when he’s not working or watching movies or cuddling with you, he’s in the kitchen, flour unknowingly on his face as he beats the living hell out of some poor egg whites. 

“c’mere,” you usher him over, your eyes crinkling at his state: he was wearing a frilly hot-pink tartan apron with a heart-shaped chest — a gag gift you got him last christmas— while he piped chocolate ganache frosting on cupcakes. he drifted over to you absently, eyes still trained on the treats. they snapped straight over to you however, when you leaned in, presumably to give him a kiss, and instead darted your tongue out to lick the frosting on his cheek. “hey!” he gasped, face flushing as he scrambled to wipe away the saliva on his face. “you could’ve just said you wanted a taste.” “wouldn’t get such a cute reaction though, now would i?” you winked. 

🎬 when a song comes on that doesn’t bubble up traumatic juvenile memories, you’re quick to clasp neil’s hand on your own, letting the music take you wherever, be it in your kitchen or at gumshoe video.

“dance with me,” you said, like it was a question, but already pulling neil up by the arm off your livingroom couch. your arms hooked around his neck as his hands rested softly on your waist, a familiar and comforting pressure on the flesh as you two swayed back and forth in tune to the music. “do we have a song?” you wondered, shifting your feet on the hardwood floor and looking up at him through your lashes. “the one from our wedding, probably,” he answered, “but this can be it if you want.” it’s some song you’ve never heard before, but its a good one, something you both like. “sure,” you murmur, turning to the side and resting your head on his chest as he pulled you close, swaying still. “i love you,” you said suddenly, and you heard neil let out a soft exhale of breath. “i love you, too. i think marrying you was the best thing i ever did.” “i think letting the weird new kid sit next to me at lunch was the best thing i ever did.”

All in all, married life with Neil is a dream, and entirely what you expected: you understand him like you do breathing. this love for him is innate, ingrained within you, and you know its the same for him— the love he’s shown you this whole time is the same pure thing, a tender and married adoration.

You know your husband so well you swear you could pick him out of a group by heartbeat alone; how it skips and stutters at the sound of your voice, how his heart pumps with a love only he can provide. There’s no-one else but Neil for you-- no one. 

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #neil lewis headcanons #neil lewis fluff

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waaa Hades,Buddha, Loki and Poseidon x gn!reader (seperate) who is tired and fell asleep during a meeting and it turned into a cuddle session after they got out of the meeting room.....😭

(I'm sorry I can't be more specific anymore I just want fluff of them :') , also sorry if your request is closed :') but I'm dying for them istg , If you don't write for this many characters you can exclude them! I don't mind! Or even ignore the request, just please stay hydrated and I hope you have a good day <3 )

A/N: Of course anon, I totally get you for wanting more content on your favourite characters, literally the same here!

Apologies it took forever and to everyone requesting! I've been very sick and things kept piling up, but I'm slowly making a return. <3

You described everything I needed to know just right, so please don't be sorry for anything! Thank you for being so caring, I apologise it took me forever. Don't forget to stay hydrated too~♡

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom 💤

➩ You and your divine boyfriend are attending an important meeting, but for whatever reason you find yourself very tired and eventually doze off.

Your boyfriend noticed and what does he do about this? Once everyone is gone turn this into a cuddle session between the two of you of course~

➩ Reader type: Gn!Reader x Hades, Buddha, Loki, Poseidon

⚠: Wholesome fluff, Romantic fluff, a lot of cuddling and nuzzling, teasing and flirting

Hades:

In the dimly lit meeting room located in the underworldly realm of Helheim. 

Hades found himself presiding over yet another gathering together with other formidable figures. 

Y/n, his partner who was only there for moral support like usual, could care less about what they spoke about when the weight of exhaustion and struggle to stay awake hit them like a heavy brick. 

Living with Hades and being his lover, while luxurious, was still a burden to handle at times.

Especially when the god was met with so many constant schedules and tasks he would have to attend and keep up with. 

Much to y/n's dismay, who not only wanted to be there for Hades using their own spare time to follow him around. 

They also wanted to spend time with their beloved king alone, which was a rare occurrence. 

As the talk of afterlife's affairs droned on for hours and the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the cavernous walls, y/n's sleep deprived state only worsend over time.

Hades, who continued his stern discourse in front of his important guests, took notice in y/n's eyes, closing involuntarily, just across from where he stood. 

He almost felt guilty to have dragged y/n out here when they could have stayed at home resting. But y/n was always so persistent! 

The gentle hum of conversation became a distant murmur as y/n drifted into a peaceful slumber, head resting on the cold, obsidian table.

Eventually the meeting concluded, and the attendees filed out without questioning why Hades's love was asleep, leaving them alone to have their moment of peace. 

Uncharacteristically, a softer expression crossed the lord of the underworld's face as he observed Y/n's serene repose. Hades was pondering if he should wake y/n up but.. Something held him back. 

He gently strokes his hand through y/n's hair, taking it behind their ear before whispering in a low and soft tone to himself, but targeted towards his partner. 

"My precious, already sound asleep when you could have just told me you wanted to stay home today~"

Deciding to not wake up Y/n, Hades carefully summoned a cloak and draped it over them both, creating a makeshift cocoon of warmth to carry his love.

The chilly ambiance of Helheim transformed into a surprisingly cosy haven sometimes, especially when you'd be all cuddled up. 

Hades, normally not the type to do these things, now revealed a gentler side. 

While adjusting Y/n's position to ensure their comfort, the man picks them up with his strong arms. Making sure y/n's head rests nicely and steady on his wide and surprisingly warm shoulder. 

The god allowed himself a rare vulnerability, watching over Y/n with a small grin and a protective gaze.

As the flickering torches cast dancing shadows, the silence enveloped the room, broken only by the tapping of the man's shoes against the stone flooring. 

Hades decided the next best thing to do was to bring y/n back to their chambers and perhaps, even he could take a small rest there to enjoy their solitude a bit more.

Hades gently placed y/n onto their queen sized bed, careful not to disturb their peaceful slumber. Settling beside y/n, he couldn't resist the allure of their presence. 

The shadows seemed to soften as he pulled them into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around their sleeping lover and relishing in the moment. 

Time passed in the quietude, and as sleep began to claim the god of the dead, y/n stirred. A soft blush tinted their cheeks as they realised the situation.

Nestled in the arms of Hades sent a warm shiver down their spine.

Y/n, not wanting to disturb Hades, who had succumbed to hypnos himself, gently moved closer. A gentle murmur escaped their lips, a tender reminder of the impending responsibilities that awaited the lord of the Underworld. 

With a soft touch, they roused Hades, their fingers tracing over the god's sharp features.

"Hades," y/n whispered, their voice a delicate melody in the quiet chamber. 

"We had another meeting to attend after the first. It's time to wake up darling.."

Hades, stirred from his slumber, opened his eyes to meet the gaze of y/n. 

The vulnerability in that moment was showing itself still, and a rare smile graced the god's lips. 

The weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifted as he thought to himself how lucky he was to wake up to y/n everyday. 

As Hades and y/n shared a lingering gaze, the gravity of their roles in the Underworld momentarily forgotten, Hades pulled y/n close to press his face against y/n's neck and nuzzle them. 

Y/n blushes even more at this and chuckles while combining through the Gods white locks of hair. 

"Oh hades~ you really can be a softie huh?"

With a soft nod, Hades agreed and acknowledged the reminder of his duties, yet he couldn't help but savour the warmth of his partner. 

"I'm only soft for you.. But only you y/n~"

Buddha:

Buddha, who found himself hesitant to attend another divine meeting between the leader gods of their respective pantheons, to discuss important matters regarding humanity, didn't want to go alone. 

So when struck with such a dilemma what does he do? Well he would bring a companion, and decided to bring none other than his most beloved Y/n! 

As they entered the grand hall of the gods, Y/n felt a mix of awe, nervousness and exhaustion. 

After all, they both had travelled far from their home! Also not to mention the fact y/n had been pulled into this extraordinary gathering a little out of nowhere. 

But upon such an offer from their man, how could they possibly refuse such a thing? 

They barely got to travel as much as they would have liked. 

As the meeting unfolded with gods discussing the fate of humanity. Y/n found themselves rather comfortably seated next to Buddha. 

However, soon struggled to stay awake, succumbing to the weariness of the divine environment. 

While the discussions continued, Y/n drifted into a gentle slumber, head resting on Buddha's shoulder.

After the gods concluded their deliberations and departed, Buddha, noticing Y/n's fatigue, chuckled softly to himself. 

He decided to play a light-hearted prank to wake them up. In his hand, he conjured a piece of his favourite chocolate snack, gently placing it near Y/n's nose. 

To his surprise, the sweet aroma stirred Y/n, who slowly opened their eyes.

"Huh, Buddha, what's that delicious smell..?"

Y/n, initially confused, was met with Buddha's playful smile. 

The two shared a moment of laughter, breaking the serious atmosphere that lingered after the gods' departure. 

Buddha, aware of Y/n's love for snacks, much like his own, decided to extend the lightheartedness of their cute moment further. 

"You know, since everyone is gone, we could go find a cosy spot to ourselves and enjoy some more treats~"

Y/n's lit up and they nodded excitedly at Buddha's suggestion! This had been so worth travelling for. 

"Oh yes please! I'd love to explore a little around here and then continue resting somewhere very nice."

While they wandered away from the divine hall, Buddha made sure to show y/n around and explore with them!

While they did they found a serene garden hidden within the world of gods, much to y/n and Buddha's enjoyment for their plan. 

Sitting down under a giant tree, Buddha and Y/n cuddled closely to each other. 

"Oh this is simply divine Buddha, thank you so much for taking me with you~!"

Buddha leaned against the tree while feeding himself and y/n, his partner resting against his chest enjoying the moment and snacks they were fed.

"Me too sweetie, I knew you were the right one to bring with me."

Buddha grins happily, looking down at y/n, his eyes shining with love for them. He leans down and teasingly kisses their cheek. 

"Even though you feel asleep during the meeting, which is my thing!"

The couple burst out laughing at Buddha's joking comment, it was true! 

Y/n blushes slightly, they couldn't help but smile widely at Buddha's words. 

He would usually take the chance to nap during such meetings if it wasn't to his interest. 

With the rustling of leaves, Buddha and Y/n savoured the snacks, bonding over their shared love for their special delights. 

The garden became a space where they could find peace all to themselves.

Loki:

In the grand halls of Asgard, the gods gathered for a crucial meeting. 

Loki, mischievous as ever, had brought y/n along with him. 

He claimed he couldn't leave y/n alone at home, but his true intention was to find amusement in y/n's company during the important discussions.

As the meeting unfolded, the weight of the gods' discussions combined with y/n's exhaustion from the day took its toll. 

Y/n found it hard to keep their eyes open, succumbing to the lull of drowsiness. 

Unbeknownst to them, Loki couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with y/n while maintaining his composure.

Loki leaned in, whispering in y/n's ear, "Sweet y/n, the godly matters bore you to sleep, I see~"

Y/n mumbled a half-conscious response, "No no! Just... tired."

Loki grinned, plotting mischief as the gods continued their discourse. 

However, his plans were thwarted when y/n's eyelids drooped further, and they drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When the meeting concluded, and as the gods departed, Loki turned his attention back to y/n. 

He marvelled at the serene expression on their peaceful face, finding unexpected adoration replacing his mischievous intentions. 

With a gentle touch, he attempted to wake their lover up, calling their name softly or shaking them gently. 

But no response or reaction came! 

Growing impatient yet oddly fond, Loki decided to resort to a different tactic. 

His fingers danced along y/n's sides, tickling them with ease. 

In an instant, y/n jolted awake, eyes wide open in surprise.

"Loki! What in helheim are you doing?!" Y/n exclaimed, totally flushed and caught off guard.

He chuckled, pulling y/n close to himself.

"I couldn't resist, my dear. You looked so peaceful, but my attempts at a normal awakening failed."

Rolling their eyes, y/n sighed to themselves.

"You could've just shaken me gently."

"I tried! Either way this way is much more entertaining hehe~" 

Loki teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he nuzzled himself against y/n's neck.

Despite y/n's initial annoyance, a smile crept onto their face. 

The tension dissipated as Loki wrapped his arms around them even tighter than before, his soft kisses tickling y/n's neck. 

The god of mischief had traded his tricks for a tender moment, and as you cuddled together in the room, leaving only the intimacy of the two of you.

Poseidon:

Poseidon and Y/n found themselves in a grand hall, attending a crucial meeting among the sea gods. 

As discussions flowed, Y/n, overwhelmed by the divine chatter, struggled to keep their eyes open. 

Poseidon noticed and chuckled under his breath, finding it entertaining. Though you could barely tell that he was excited, from his serious and unchanging face. 

Poseidon leans close to y/n and starts whispering, almost mockingly.

"Someone's having a bit of trouble staying awake, aren't they?"

Y/n, in a half-dreamy state, mumbled a half-hearted response, "No! Just a little bored from... godly matters."

As the meeting concluded and the other ocean gods dispersed, leaving Poseidon and Y/n alone in the now empty hall. 

Y/n, succumbing to exhaustion, had dozed off in their seat. Poseidon, finding the situation amusing, decided to take advantage of the moment.

The god finally lets his cold stone of a face change and smirks. 

"Well, well, my dear Y/n, it seems the weight of divine matters was a bit too much for you."

Y/n, still half-asleep, groggily responded, "I'm awake, I'm awake... I just closed my eyes for a moment!"

Poseidon raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his ocean blue eyes. 

"A moment? It felt like an eternity. You missed quite an enlightening discussion on ocean currents.."

Y/n, now fully aware of their surroundings, blushed and tried to defend themselves. 

"I'm sorry, Poseidon. It's not that I wasn't interested. I just... the ambiance was so soothing."

Poseidon grinned, his godly aura radiating strongly. 

"Soothing, you say? Well, maybe you just need a less comfortable place to discuss matters then."

"What? No! Please Poseidon, I truly love the beauty of your halls and wouldn't want to change it for the world."

"Not even to make yourself.. Even more comfortable?"

Y/n blinks, now feeling very confused with the mixed signals they were getting. 

"Pardon me love..?"

With a snap of his fingers, the grand hall transformed into a cosy space filled with pillows and soft blankets. Y/n looked around, bewildered.

"What is the meaning of this, are you not going to lecture me?"

"I thought for a change I could be more easy on you, after all you are my lover. Now, let's catch up on the discussion, shall we?"

As they settled into the comfortable space, Poseidon pulled Y/n into a playful embrace. 

The serious tone of the meeting and his was replaced by laughter and gentle teasing. Something Y/n definitely had to get used to! 

"But seriously darling. Clearly, the weight of godly responsibilities is too much for you to bear."

Y/n rolled their eyes, there he went again insisting.

"Oh, please. You're one to talk, Lord of the Sea. Your ocean currents lecture nearly put me to sleep."

Poseidon chuckled, his selden heard laughter echoing through the transformed hall. 

The god, known for his seriousness, was now wrapped in the warmth of his love's presence, turning an important meeting into an unexpected cuddle session.

But of course, still making sure y/n caught up on what they had missed. 

And so, surrounded by the divine comfort of their impromptu sanctuary, Poseidon continued to playfully lecture Y/n.

Both revel in the joy of each other's company amidst their responsibilities.

#reader x character #reader x canon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok #romantic #romantic fluff #fluff #writing #ror hades #ror buddha #ror loki #ror poseidon #ror x reader #ror x you

[fatuismooches]

Everyone talks about Pantalone practically becoming a sugar daddy when he dates someone, but I'm thinking. Pondering. Perhaps even scheming.

Miser Pantalone, who hates spending any of his obscene wealth. He's greedy, he hoards his wealth, and he's more than willing to use his power and status to get high-quality items for lower than market value.

This allows him to keep his wealth and also fends off anyone who may be trying to use him for said wealth. Anyone he dates is very disappointed when they realize just how cheap he can be, and a lot of the time, they end up leaving him over it. He doesn't mind, though. One less thief he has to worry about.

But then you come along. You don't seem to mind that he hates paying full price. In fact, you praise his bartering skills and financial consciousness! He's just being smart with his money. That's a good thing!

He's thrown for a fuckin' loop. In his time as a Harbinger, hell, in his time of simply being rich, he's never found someone who truly doesn't mind his penny-pinching (mora-pinching?) habits. As he's sure as hell, never had someone praise him for it!

If you find a gift that's a little bit expensive on your bed the next day, think nothing of it.

OH MY GOSH IM EATING THIS UP... 😭 No because i could totally see this happening, a possible explanation being that he's scared of losing it all and returning to the same powerless poor boy who couldn't do anything, so he clings to his wealth so that doesn't happen. The other Harbingers despise that he's in charge of the funding because he gives them just the exact amount needed to get by in his eyes. There's no wiggle room. Nothing more, nothing less, they have to be extremely smart with their money otherwise they want to end up asking for more, causing them to be in debt to Pantalone... which you should never, ever do. Most people are surprised when they learn of how he handles his money... shouldn't he be more generous, since a few million Mora could hardly make a dent in his numerous bank accounts..? But nope, those people don't bother him. He is a Harbinger after all! Harbingers aren't nice people.

Now, he's used to going on fancy outings and all, it comes with being one as popular with the social circle as he is. But he considers it a waste of time, as it always ends up with the same ending - the other person(s) being disappointed over his unwillingness to spend, much less splurge on them... and really, he expects you to be no different. But... you aren't. Rather, you thank him for his time, how it was so worth it to talk to one such successful as himself. You seem interested in his Mora, but not in the manner of him spending it on you, but rather his habits, his management, etc. You're so interested in his Mora-pinching habits, complimenting about how smart he is saving money like that, and he's just... yeah. Shocked. He hopes you didn't catch the split second of surprise on his face before he schooled it back into a composed smile. One thing is for sure, he's interested in meeting you again... ;) He's intrigued as to your perspective now... what could possibly have caused you to have such a different response from the others?

After a long time, I think it would be a bit jarring for you to see him slowly go from nothing to spoiling you like there's no tomorrow. You're really confused and maybe a bit scared because he's not like this at all?? You try to return the gifts and urge him to get his money back, but nope, he practically shoves them right back to you all with a smile, because they're all yours now (along with his heart, this part you have yet to know about though.)

#smooches talks #pantalone love notes <3 #its oki tbh bby can be cheap w me i don't care as long as i get cuddles 😛🥰

[berryhobii]

OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

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“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

~

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts imagines #yoongi smut #askberryhobii

[secretivemessenger]

long time no see... 🫣

Sugarbaby!BtmZhongli x ProviderTop!MR

Now everybody and they mfing mama know zhongli broke asf 😒..

but the past few days he's been "working" with you he's begun to grow some affection. You specifically told him not to catch feelings and what does he do? catch fucking feelings. Good thing you don't know that...or maybe you do and you're just not saying anything? Maybe you're waiting for a chance to humiliate him? He wouldn't be mad if you did.

he pondered and pondered, going insane from the thought that you might reject him. Anytime he'd see you walking the streets of Liyue he'd immediately walk the other direction, just hoping you didn't see him. Too bad the feeling of desperation eventually came up to him and he was left touch starved, so he thought of the most reasonble solution.

pathetically ask for Mora because he totally did not spend it all on random shit so he could have his sweet moments with you.

TWS!

Spanking, Impact play, humiliation, begging, deep throat, gagging, ect.

I have a feeling a fangic like this had already been made but I much prefer to see you write it

Failed Contract

Bottom zhongli x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

warnings: Friends w benefits! Unrequited love! Mean reader! Deep throating! Face fucking! Spanking! Orgasm denial! Multiple orgasms! Fingering! Angst at the end?!

Author note: ahem- so uh… i know this took sooooo long to come out 😀 so long like more than three months. Im sorry 😭 but is just that I never had the motivation to do it but now i do (somehow).

Kinda hate this ngl-

The moment this all began, the both of you agreed on one thing thats considered as a part of the “terms and conditions”. And that was, don’t catch feelings. do and this is all over. - These were your very own words.

He thought it would got smoothly for him. Getting the money from you in exchange to you using his body however you like, then you’ll just continue to live on your life like it never even happened. And he never worried about “catching feelings” or such.

He took this a bit too lightly for his own good. After spending more time with you without even realizing it, he was head over heels for you.

And so he broke the only rule you had set for him. He knows if you found out this would all be over, but he doesn’t want that. He still wants you, he still wants to feel your hands on him. Even if he knows he shouldn’t be feeling this was, he still want his heart to continue beating for you. But he’s sure as hell you don’t feel the same. And he knows that it would only end badly if you were to find out.

So the only logical option is for him to distant himself. Because he knows how bad he is at holding himself back when near you.

Well spoilers: that did not work. It only resulted in him being more desperate then he ever was. It felt like torture away from you, and you didn’t approach him first and it made him even more desperate.

Till he said “Fuck it” and hurriedly went running looking for you. He just wants to be near you and held by you, even if it’s only you holding his legs up to give yourself better access inside him.

Once he found you he knew exactly whats the magic word that he had to say. “Got any mora to spare?”. Per your agreement, if he wanted money he had to satisfy you first.

Without a word you went back to your house with zhongli following behind like a little puppy. Upon reaching the house and closing the door he didn’t waste a singular second and sat down on his knees mouth wide open waiting for you to do however you please.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious desperation in his eyes. Along side the adorable desperate eyes is an eager one, wanting to please and be pleased already.

Saliva dripped down his opened mouth, with his tongue sticking out. You always found the shape of his tongue so fascinating. it was paler than normal human tongue and much more longer. You can already imagine how it would feel like around you.

You pressed your index to the surface of his tongue. observing his reaction as you moved your fingers deeper, tracing his tongue as you made your way down his throat.

He looked so majestic. Slowly gagging at your fingers invading his mouth, almost at the verge of tears. You made his body twitch needly because of the way you looked down at him. Almost like he was some type of a dessert, and you were ready to eat him whole.

Soon the desperation turned to arousal which turned to greed. He wanted more of you rather than just fingers, even if he didn’t say it directly you can see it deep down his eyes. He wanted to be messed up, so why deny him?.

You wasted no time in undoing your pant, already half hard. The sight of your cock always made his mouth water and eyes shine with lust. Wanting you inside of him sooner rather than later.

Slowly guiding him to take you in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around your cock hungrily. His oh so warm mouth, it made you pant loudly. “Amazing as always” you said it with a hint of amusement in your tone of voice. You grunted while throwing your head back, it felt fucking incredible. His tongue working your cock so good, throat so tight around you “such a good boy, doing so good for me”.

Zhongli felt his whole body shiver and shake at you words, it brought him to tears how much of an effect you have on him.

Yes he’s a good boy only for you <3

He just wants to continue being good for you, he wants to be the source of your pleasure. If he can’t have your love, he’ll be enough with being able to make you cum because of him.

He continued teasing your tip with the back of his throat, while tracing the veins with his tongue. By time it became even harder to hold back, if this continued you’ll just burst completely. Even so you didn’t pull out instead you pushed his head impossibly more deeper, putting up a tight grip on his hair. It made him let out an adorable whimper as tears streamed down his face, it just left you in “aww”.

As you fucked his throat like a little toy you noticed his body reacting to your thrusts. His body arched so beautifully all of a sudden. Soon your confused sound turned to hysterical laughter. Looking down you can see a large spot on his pants.

He just came inside his pants. Why? Just because you acted a bit roughly with him. How funny for none other than the geo archon to cum all over himself like a virgin.

“If i knew fucking your throat is all it takes to make you like this I would’ve done this sooner”. Soon your laughter came down to a stop. “But i don’t remember giving you the permission to cum”.

Zhongli’s embarrassment disappeared once he heard your words. Grabbing his hair and roughly pulling him away from your cock made him whine in pain. “You better Handle the consequences of your own actions, Morax”

You almost ripped his clothes apart from how rough you handled him. It made him gasp loud in surprise. Stripping him naked, you harshly pushed his head against the wooden door. Looking at his quivering body turned you on even more. His thighs covered in his own fluid from a while ago.

His ass too clear to your liking. You raised your hands just to bring it back again on his ass, his body jolted in surprise. he let out a choked out cry as your hand’s smacked his ass again and again, until you felt satisfied enough. The clear skin now had obvious handprints on it. His face couldn’t look more fucked up than it is now.

Swallowing his moans. He looked back at you with beginning eyes as he huffed out in between hiccups “please, do it already”. Spanking was a good punishment, but you still wanted to bully him a bit more.

“Do what? You know I can’t read minds” you said with a wide mischievous smile on your face. It would usually make him so embarrassed, but now he was so desperate to have you inside of him that he lost all the self dignity that he had. He does not care anymore about how shameful it is to beg, he just wants you so so bad.

“Please, i want you inside of me” he cried out “please pleaseplease, pleasseee”. You wanted to laugh at his pathetic pleadings. But the way your cock twitched at the sight. It felt impossible to hold back anymore. Yet you still somehow did it.

Due to avoiding you for quite sometime means thats his hole is absolutely not stretched enough to handle you yet. And You weren’t ‘that’ mean to just ram inside of him without preparations.

So you spat on his hole before using your fingers to spread it all around his rim. A mixture of ‘please’ and whines of your name escaped his mouth.

A loud yelp was what you received when your fingers went past his rim. Determined to stretch him well enough that you can fuck him for continuous hours without stopping.

One finger became two, two fingers became three which soon turned to four. Four fingers stuffing him full. He would’ve came so many times if it wasn’t for your other hand squeezing his tip. Denying any droplet of cum to escape. Which left zhongli a breathless crying mess. Until you deemed him ready.

You didn’t have much energy to tease him or hold back anymore, so you took your chance and rammed your cock all the way hitting his prostate first try.

With that singular thrust he came all over himself, painting the brown door white “Hah, you came just because i put it in? Thats pathetic of you morax” you teased him which resulted in his face becoming full of shame as it dusted dark pink. But it didn’t last long till you started railing him hard again.

You could swear everyone is hearing you two right now from how loud zhongli was being. Moaning out like a needy slut. Screaming your name so loud you actually suspect he’s doing it to show off how much of a whore he is for you.

Going in and out at a fast pace, hitting his prostate with every thrust you make made it all more pleasurable. And from the overstimulation he went through when you denied him his orgasm multiple times made him extra sensitive. And it didn’t take him long for him to cum all over himself again and again, till he can no longer cum anymore.

Chasing your own orgasm. You wrapped your hands around his tummy going in slow and deep, just to feel every part of his warm hole around you.

You both were in such intimate position that it almost made him forget that your weren’t actually together. You were connected together but it still wasn’t what he wanted.

“You like me don’t you” a confused ‘huh’ was let out by zhongli. He looked back at you confused, then that confusion turned to a terrified expression. You never stopped your movements, still fucking into him.

He couldn’t think of a word to say as you kept your steady motion. Before you grunted and pulled out. Jerking yourself off just to cum with a loud sigh. Painting both his back and ass with your cum.

Once you were done his leg’s finally gave up on him and he fell down to the floor. He didn’t know what to say so you talked instead of him.

“As the god of contacts, to break one of the rules of the contract must be a huge sin, eh” silence was what you received so you continued “as per contract, since the only rule was broken. The contract is cancelled.”

“Take this last session as a parting gift” you said as you turned to leave before remembering “oh and have your portion” you said as you threw a bag filled with mora his way. “Never see me again” was all you said before leaving zhongli who’s seated down on the floor being as speechless as a rock.

He was just dumbfounded that he got thrown away like that, thrown away like nothing but a cheap expired toy.

“This was all just a big mistake”

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

#genshin impact x male reader #dom reader #top male reader #dom male reader #zhongli #zhongli x male reader #bottom zhongli #sub zhongli #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin x dom reader #genshin x male reader

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Childhood friends

isagi is so underrated, not proofread

honestly i went through so much trouble when tumblr posted this despite me saving it to drafts, and after that it just thanos snapped more than half of my writing away. i loved the first one, and this rewritten one just doesn't compare. unfortunately my memory isnt that good that i would remember everything i wrote, even if i remember the plot.😭

You've known Isagi Yoichi for as long as you can remember.

At this point, you don't even remember how the two of you met. Maybe it was through family friends, maybe you met in kindergarten, or maybe you two met at a playground and just decided to be friends.

But it no longer matters how and when you two met. Isagi and you were best friends, inseparable.

And you wouldn't wish for anything more. You wish that you didn't. But your heart can't help skipping a beat whenever you see him. When he's running towards you to greet you, with that huge grin of his. When you two walk to school together. When you pass by the football field. When he walks you home. He's your first thought when you wake up, and your last when you go to sleep.

You aren't entirely sure when your feelings turned out this way. It feels so foreign and new, and yet so familiar and like it was always there.

Your friends all knew. And you were sure that Isagi's friends knew too. But Isagi was oblivious to your feelings. You know him too well. You've watched him have crushes and fall in love, and it crushes you that he doesn't look at you the same way.

You are just his best friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then, Blue Lock came along. Isagi was so excited when he told you, and you were just as excited for him. You wished him good luck, and told him to text you whenever he got the chance. He promised you that he would.

But he never contacted you. At first you were upset about it, but you just figured he was busy with his training. But as weeks passed, you started to lose hope. Maybe you didn't matter that much to him, after all. You assumed that he would find the time for even one little text message.

It wasn't until you saw his mother one day that you heard that he didn't have his phone with him. Feeling a bit embarrassed by how you had reacted to the radio silence, you now felt at peace, and waited for him.

You were so excited when his parents invited you to come watch the U-20 game with them. Even if you didn't get to talk to him just yet, you would get to see just how much he had improved.

On the field, Isagi seemed different. He wasn't the sweet Yoichi you were so used to. However, you saw how he occasionally sent glances to the audience. Once his gaze fell on you, he gave you a wave and a smile, even though his teammates were quick to tease him about it. Seeing him surrounded by like-minded people made you happy.

There was no emotion to describe the feelings you had watching the match. Isagi had scored the final goal, making you full of joy. However, the distance between you two made you feel a bit sad. He was right there, so why did you feel like he was so out of reach?

The moment Isagi got his phone back, he texted you that he would come over immediately after getting home. You told him to spend time with his parents first, but seeing how he was soon in your doorstep drenched in sweat, you knew that he had just dropped his bag off and ran to your place.

"Hi." He said bit awkwardly. "Hi, Yoichi." You closed the door behind you so your parents couldn't eavesdrop on your conversation. Isagi seemed to ponder what to say next, before he quickly dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, bowing his head. "I'm so sorry (Y/n)!! I didn't know they would just take my phone away like that and I didn't have time to text you!! Please forgive me!!"

You were initially caught off guard, but soon you couldn't keep your laughter in. "It's fine, Yoichi. I was upset at first, but then I heard from your mom that you didn't have your phone."

"I was so worried you were angry at me! I didn't think that you would even come to the game." Isagi got back up, and from his expression you could see that he was being genuine. You gave him a soft smile, "Of course I came. You are my best friend, Yoichi." Those words hurt you, but you knew they meant the world to Isagi.

"Yeah...best friend." His voice was quiet as he let out an awkward chuckle. This confused you, as he usually never reacted like that. Usually he would nod and flash you a huge grin, which you would then think about nonstop for weeks. After thinking for a while, you realized something...

"Do you mean that you now have another best friend, Yoichi?! Is it that Bachira Meguru guy, we talked with his mom during the match and-" "(Y/n). What?" Yoichi cut you off with a dumbfounded look on his face. "What are you talking about?" "What?" You questioned him.

After a moment of silence and confused looks, both of you burst out laughing. "Okay, (Y/n). It's nothing like that. Listen." Yoichi's expression turned serious, which made you stop laughing. "Yeah?" You asked, a bit worried. Yoichi seemed to ponder what to say next, but instead he grabbed your hand. "Come with me!" He pulled you along and took you to a nearby park you two often went to.

You sat down on the bench, and Yoichi let your hand go. He looked tense and to you, it almost looked like he was shaking when you looked at him fidgeting with his hands. He was looking straight ahead, instead of at you. You nervously waited for him to start talking. You tried to calm him down by holding his hand, but he quickly moved away from your touch. That broke your heart a little.

"(Y/n). I- uh. I don't really know how to say this...I-" "Yoichi. Do you have a girlfriend?" Isagi's eyes widened as he turned to look at you. "What? No! No, that's not it!" "Really? Then what is it?" You tilted your head in confusion.

"Here goes nothing." Isagi took a deep breath, and took your hands in his. "(Y/n). I...really like you!" His grip on your hands tightened and his eyes were shut, as he waited for a reply. When you stayed quiet, he slowly opened his eyes. Complete panic washed over him when he saw that your eyes were filled with tears.

"N-nothing has to change between us, I promise! I just had to get this off my chest!" He tried to explain, but you just shook your head, wiping some of the tears away. "That's not it Yoichi. I've liked you for so long by now, I never thought this would actually happen." Isagi processed your words for a while, until a smile creeped on his face. Soon it was replaced by a confused expression.

"Wait. How long have you liked me for?"

"For as long as I can remember."

"What?"

"What?"

Once again silence followed, which was soon replaced by your laughter. Oh how foolish the two of you felt.

"You are always calling me your best friend though!" Isagi tried to protest. "You do too! You know how much it hurt when you always nodded and smiled at me so brightly when I said that?" You pouted at him. "Give me a break, I had to protect my own heart!"

After a bit of bickering, Isagi's expression turned serious. "I have an important question for you." "What is it?" You gave him a small reassuring smile.

"Will you...wait for me?"

A bit disappointed and confused, you waited for him to keep going.

"With this whole Blue Lock thing, I don't think you would be happy to be in a relationship with me. But once this is all over and I'm at the top, I'll come to you." His hands almost let go of yours, and his eyes showed a glimpse of sadness. "I understand, Yoichi. Go be the best striker in the world for me, okay?" You smiled at him, which he immediately answered with a nod and a smile.

You hung out with Isagi every single day on his two week break. He told you all about his training, his teammates, his new friends and rivals. You told him about how things were in school, and whatever had happened during the time that he was gone. He listened, despite your stories being less interesting compared to his.

Two weeks flew by, and soon you two had to say goodbye once again. It felt bittersweet, with your hug lasting a lot longer than usual. You wished him good luck, and promised to always root for him.

Now you were left alone once again, forced to just wait for the next time you could see him.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #blue lock isagi #isagi x you #isagi

[amoryeonjun]

Can't Hide it

"I think I'm in love."

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x gn!reader

wordcount: 1.9k

genre: fluff

warnings: just Yeonjun falling to the ground but no injuries 😭

author's note: my friends and I decided to do secret santa fics and I was very grateful to get my wife aka @junniieesbby I hope you enjoy this!! This blurb was inspired by Can't Hide it by 15&, a song about being in love with someone. This is my first time writing in a decade so apologies if it's not good 🙏 I really just care about my wife's and my other secret santa particpants' opinions on it <333 anyways ENJOYY

the lovely participants: @flwrseon @boba-beom @honajoong

It’s currently 9pm.

Usually at that time, you would be in bed, face mask on and scrolling through the many tiktoks that Yeonjun has sent you. Most of it being clips of two cats cuddling with a message saying “us <333”. No matter how many similar tiktoks he may send, they always put a smile on your face. This is usually your form of communication whenever he’s doing overnight dance practices.

Tonight, however, your boyfriend of 3 months had dance practice early just so he can stay the night at your place. You’re both on the couch watching reruns of Supernatural, his head on your shoulder. As soon as you were going to get up and get ready for bed, Yeonjun grabs your hand. “Love, why don’t we go to the park and play some badminton?”

You widened your eyes. “Right now? It’s already pitch black outside.” As fun as playing with your boyfriend in the park sounds, you can’t understand why he would want to do it now.

Yeonjun starts doing his famous pout, the one that you can’t resist kissing it away. “Are you saying you don’t want to play a match with me?” He says jokingly.

You chuckle. “It’s not that, but don’t you think it’s too late for it?”

He continues pouting, even giving you an innocent look with his eyes. You almost think he knows you’re going to give in eventually. “Yeah, but...” he stops, before looking away. He’s nervous about what he wants to say next.

“Tour is coming up soon, and it’s difficult getting any type of free time. I just want to spend it having fun with you.”

You’re a little grateful that he turned away because your cheeks feel warm, butterflies in your stomach growing rapidly. You press your lips together as hard as you can to stop blushing. Throughout your 3 months of dating Yeonjun, you’ve felt your likeness towards him growing, to the point where it has now formed into love. It freaks you out a little, feeling so much love for someone in a small amount of time. It always comes up on moments like these, where he tells you how he enjoys being with you. You think your heart might explode if he continues to do it. You get scared at the thought of saying it to him, not knowing if he feels the same way.

He looks at you again but with an exaggerated pout, making you laugh. “Can we please play badminton?” He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly while repeating “please” repeatedly.

“How can I say no to you?”

The park feels tranquil at night. There’s a full moon out, as well as a slight breeze passing through the trees. There’s only a couple of people there tonight, most of them sitting by the lake, which gives you and Yeonjun a big field all for yourselves to play on. You two didn’t own professional badminton racquets, just these cute blue ones with penguins around it. You remember Yeonjun pouting when you chose it over the racquets with the foxes on it, jokingly claiming that you love his band member more than him. Oh, how wrong he was.

Yeonjun sets an extra racquet down in the middle, acting as an imaginary net. “I say first to get 15 points wins and the loser has to give the winner something.”

You bring your finger to your chin, fake pondering. “Hmm, well if I win, and I will, you have to bring me back a souvenir from the tour.”

He giggles. “And if I win, and I  will..” he says, mocking your tone. He thinks for a bit before answering, “You have to give me a key to your place.”

You’re almost taken aback. A key to your place? A huge part of you thinks he’s being serious, that he wants to take this relationship to another level. The tiniest part of you thinks he’s just making a harmless joke.

Yeonjun notices your silence and clears his throat. “Sorry if that was too much, I just-“

“No, no, it’s not too much at all. But may I ask why?”

“Well, as much as I like hanging out in the dorm with the guys, your place feels like a second home. I enjoy just lying beside you, whether on the couch or in bed. I enjoy deciding what to cook and playing board games afterwards. I also want to be that cheesy boyfriend that says ‘Honey, I’m home’ when he opens the door.” He chuckles as he scratches the back of his head nervously.

You feel your cheeks turning red and the corner of your lips raising. You look away so he doesn’t see you smiling like a fool. The wind blowing on your face helps to relieve some of the shyness. However, you think Yeonjun saw you blushing, because he’s staring at you with a big smile before biting his lower lip.

“Alright, If I win, you get me a souvenir and if you win, you get a spare key. Deal?” You hold your hand out for him to shake.

He takes your hand and shakes it before bringing it up to his lips and leaving the faintest kiss. “It’s a deal, honey.”

The first part of the game starts with him scoring the first few points, jumping around, and making silly gestures whenever you miss the shuttlecock. It makes you roll your eyes and laugh at his antics. As much as you don’t mind giving him a spare key, the competitiveness in you wants to win so badly. Just when he had the upper hand, the universe decided to give you a comeback. You end up scoring more than him. Now it was Yeonjun who was losing, and you who was making the silly gestures after scoring a point. Yeonjun would just look at you with a pout and mumble that he’ll “get you next time”. You thought it was cute seeing him like this, and it led to you thinking about how you’ll be able to see his pout more often once he has his own keys to your place. Well, that’s if you lose the match, and you won’t let that happen.

Yeonjun, who noticed you were close to spacing out, saw this as an opportunity to hit the shuttlecock towards you. It took you a while to process it flying towards you until it landed on your shoes. You looked at him in shocked while he was cheering. “Hey, that doesn’t count, I wasn’t paying attention.”

He playfully sticks his tongue out at you. “ That’s not my fault. I get the point fair and square.”

You cross your arms and jokingly look away in annoyance, if he wants to play that game, so can you. Yeonjun giggles before walking towards you with his arms out for a hug. “Aww baby, you know I’m just playin-“.

You hit the shuttlecock towards him. Luckily for him, he sees it in time, however, he miscalculates how far it’s going. Yeonjun lunges his body towards it, but he lands on the grass just before the shuttlecock lands next to racquet. You can’t help but laugh while walking towards him. “You’re taking this game more seriously than I am.”

He chuckles before getting back up, dusting away dirt from his shirt. “For a chance to visit you whenever I can? I’m going to treat it like its life or death.” There he goes again, making you blush with his words. It’s getting difficult trying to move your face away, so he doesn’t see you  with rosy cheeks and biting back a smile. He giggles looking at your flushed expression. “It looks like you wouldn’t mind it either.” He says before kissing you. If you thought you were red before, your face must have turned scarlet now. You both pull away, faces still close to each other. His arms around your waist while your hands are on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see an old couple walking by and looking at you. They’re smiling and whispering to each other. You wonder if they saw how hard you blushed over your boyfriend. You wonder if they could see just how in love you are.

Yeonjun kisses your forehead, stopping your reeling thoughts. “You might as well forfeit and give me the keys” he says jokingly.

You playfully push him away. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to let you win. I’m still fighting for that souvenir!” You say as you go back to your spot.

Yeonjun hits the shuttlecock, and you successfully hit it back to him. It looks like neither of you were giving up, as you guys started to have a rally with it. Yeonjun hits it with his racquet at an angle, making the shuttlecock fall closer to the ground. You tried to run and hit, but it’s on the grass before you arrive to it.

This is how it’s like for the next few rounds. It almost feels like the universe went back to being on Yeonjun’s side. However, you were able to make enough points to catch up to him, and now both of you were one point away from winning. It’s your turn to hit the shuttlecock towards him. Yeonjun had his eyes on your racquet, waiting to see which angle it would come from. Once you hit it, he immediately throws it back to you. He does it high enough that it goes over your head. You quickly turn around to run for the shuttlecock. Luckily, you were able to hit it towards him.

Once he sees it, he smirks. He hits it pointing downward. You try to run towards it, but it falls to the ground immediately. This is where you realize he purposefully threw the last one high so you would have to move back, meaning he can throw the next one closer to the ground without you catching up to him. You bite your tongue, a little upset that you lost but impressed at his last shot.

Yeonjun brings his arms up and cheers, as if he just won a championship. He starts doing a victory lap around you, making you giggle at his antics. “Okay, I admit defeat.”

He walks towards you, putting his hands on your waist to pull you in for a hug. “I was still going to get you a souvenir, no matter what. This win did boost my ego, though” he says before you playfully push him away, both laughing.

Yeonjun bends down to pick up your equipment while babbling about all the things he can do now that he’s going to own a spare key. “I can wake you up with breakfast since I always wake up first, I can buy you flowers so you can add it to your vases. I saw this tiktok of a couple making a pillow fort in their living room. You don’t have enough pillows, but we can always shop for some before I leave.”

You stand beside him, listening to everything he says. Your smile grows bigger the more he continues. I think I’m in love; you voice in your head.

…Or that’s what you thought. Once you see him stand up to look at you, you realize that you didn’t just think it, you flat out said it. Before you can say anything, Yeonjun grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. He pulls away with a smile, foreheads still touching.

I think I’m in love too.

#I'M NERVOUSSSS #please know i did try my best 😭 #i am proud of myself for somehow finding enough content to make this blurb almost 2k words #txt blurb #txt fic #yeonjun fic #yeonjun blurb #yeonjun fluff

[mrs-monaghan]

I’ve seen some haters running into Jikook blogs to say Jikookers were wrong about the rainy day fight! No BITCH we weren’t! We just have more details now but the main idea is still the same! We know now that Jikook fought because of Jk’s arrogant behaviour which we kinda suspected anyway, and Jimin got pissed and said he was done caring for Jk and left! Jk left too just wondering about probably pondering about the fact that his Jiminshi just threatened to not care for him anymore! Do you know how hurt he had to have been by that statement to wonder about and get lost? And i think some of u are missing something! This was him remembering something that he still felt sorry to Jimin for and not the members in general! He explained that his attitude wasn’t the best and even Hobi who is like an angel got mad at him but that was just to further explain how bad his attitudes used to be, not that the fight was an 0T7 fight! It was a Jikook fight and what ever he was feeling after the fight wasn’t cuz of all the members it was cuz of Jimin! This again just goes to further prove what Jikookers have been saying about JM being Jk’s comfort person and safe place! He kept hesitating to call Jimin cuz of his pride but he finally gave up his pride and called him cuz having Jimin in his life meant so much more to him that his pride! And did u hear him explain just how much he cried? And it wasn’t just him who cried, Jimin cried too and they did all that on the roof, after which they hugged it out! Now say whatever you want, but there is certain bits of the story that they both left out for reasons best known to them but which ever way u look at it, it just confirms what Jikookers always knew! JK LOVES HIM SOME JIMIN! The thought of losing Jimin made him go bonkers! Just the sight of Jimin after the argument caused tears to flow down his eyes and he didn’t even know why! That right there is TRUE LOVE pple! You can’t make this shit up! You just can’t! Jk loves Jimin! Jimin loves Jk! It doesn’t matter if u ship them or not but what is undeniable is their deep love for e/o! A love that didn’t start today and won’t end tomorrow.

Jk has known Jimin for over a decade but every time he looks at him or talks about him, his eyes still sparkle like it is the first time he seen him! What do u call that if not Love? So how can some of u still be so blinded and choose to continue to insist that Jk hates Jimin? How? Anyways, imma need Jimin to tell me what JuJu he used on Jk! I want my man to be that obsessed with me.

Stand Jikook for clearer skin!!

Fr... what did Jimin do to JK? Is the Jibooty really that good?? 😭😭😭

What a waste of fucking time to spend denying that Jikook have a beautiful undeniable bond. Imagine being bitter that Jimin and JK love eo instead of celebrating them. Oh well. It's your loss. Stay mad coz this keeps happening

Also I love how u described what happened that day. And this little detail here that JK will never forget

No wonder there is rain in still with you.

#ask shaz #bts ask #bts #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jikook is real #If jikook isn't real then neither I'm I #rainy day fight #jikook lives

[cqthqrtic]

can i request the tower, wheel of fortune and justice for my lil meow meow chuuya? thx!

warnings: murder, loss of agency, kidnapping, captivity.

a/n: once again, not really a yandere chuuya fan so i’m so sorry this turned out badly😭😭

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react? 

If you were ever in danger, Chuuya would not hesitate to order his subordinates to drop everything to track you down. The entire city would be thrown into a state of chaos as he and his subordinates tear the city apart to find you. And when he finds you, it will not be pretty. Whoever put you in danger will not get an easy death. Chuuya will rip them apart and put them back together again only to rip them apart once more. If push comes to shove, Chuuya may even use corruption. Let’s hope it never gets to that.

Wheel of Fortune - Would this yandere’s behavior stay the same over time? If not, why do they remain the same? 

Chuuya will become more paranoid as time goes on. There’s just so much unpredictable danger lurking just around the corner, waiting for him to make a mistake. Waiting for a chance to snatch you away and use you as leverage to defeat the great gravity manipulator. It’s especially bad when he gets home from missions, after witnessing all the bloodshed from his occupation. Chuuya will become particularly clingy during this time, not allowing you to stray from his embrace. The more risk piles up, the more he hovers and suffocates you with his protection. You find yourself frequently wondering “is this a hug or is this a cage?”.

Justice - Does this yandere ever feel conflicted about what they’re doing? 

Yes. Chuuya sometimes ponders about what life would be like if he weren’t in the mafia, if he didn’t have to spend every waking moment thinking about what’s just around the corner. Chuuya doesn’t regret joining the mafia and he never will, the mafia is his soul. However, he does sometimes feel slightly guilty about the danger he’s put you in simply by being with you and he does feel guilty about the drastic measures he must take to ensure your safety. Will it change him though? Absolutely not. The most Chuuya will do to make up for the harsh treatment is buy you something nice and expensive. You just have to think about whether all the Balaniaga or Versace in the world is worth it.

#chuuya🪐 #ask games #dark content #bsd #bsd x reader #yandere bsd #yandere chuuya #yandere bsd x reader #yandere chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara

[cryborgs]

thank u @archonfurina for the tag + questions! this was a v fun way for me to secretly pass time at work <3

‧₊˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ soft ask game ‧₊˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

01. a character you love.

Lee Gyu-Hyuk. i think about him every day. i listen to songs that make me think of him and make lil music videos in my head. he is... what can i even say ㅠㅠ very vague general non-spoiler spoilers, but everyone in Buried Stars Game ™ has their issues and Gyu-Hyuk is no exception, but he works so hard to take care of others and he's so kind and caring IT DRIVES ME CRAZY ACTUALLY hahahaha i am SO normal about him...

02. your favourite food from your culture.

i have been pondering this for days and i just dont know TT i dont want to act like because i'm from the US i have no culture but also it's hard for me to figure out what our cultural foods are. umm i guess i really like pumpkin pie? also pizza my beloved. i know pizza is not exactly an american thing but also. the way we do it is, so. i shall count it. pizza my beloved

03. what your dream apartment / room / house is like.

ooh okay. it's definitely gotten a bit smaller as i've gotten older, but it'd be nice to have more room than i've got now. not to go toooo wild but i'd love a 3 bed 2 bath single level house with a garage/shed and a porch?? with enough room for both me + my partner to have nice pc setups. also barely related but... i want a nice desk so bad 😭 my dad had one that's sitting unused in my mom's house and i dont have room for it at my apartment but it's so nice and sturdy and i journal a ton and would fucking LOVE to have an actually nice space to do it

04. your personal style or aesthetic.

tried thinking about this on my own and could NOT come up with an answer, so i asked my sisters for their input and i got "stinking cute" and "turbo punk with pop overtones" so take those how you will

05. a happy memory.

when i was a teenager, most thursdays i would go to a roller skating rink with a few friends. we'd skate for hours and pester the dj to play marina and the diamonds songs. then afterwards we'd go to the huge 24-hour grocery store across the street and buy ice cream and/or doughnuts and we'd sit in the car eating and talking for hours.

06. your favourite way(s) to spend time.

i am. such a homebody. i like doing all sorts of things but i honestly love just being at home with my partner and playing video games. oh. also i love eating. it is a hobby <3

07. story behind your url / title / quote / description / icon.

cryborgs i believe kinda came from VIXX's "Error" mv, not any type of direct reference, but just the vibe. my blog title is a slightly weirdly translated line from We Best Love, a bl drama that infected my brain for a while in 2021 (i still love it ok im not over it). i never know what to put in my description so i usually just put the media i'm currently watching/playing but also i dont update it so it's almost always wrong 💀 annnnd my icon is my beloved Han Do-Yoon from Buried Stars Game ™...... i love him.....

08. something that comforts you or brings you joy.

i dont watch it regularly anymore, but Running Man. regardless of what bad things are going on, i know i can turn on an old ep and be happy for 1.3 hours. it's gotten me through so much school stress, family issues, and general mental unwellness, it'll always have a place in my heart.

09. what you're looking forward to.

i started writing this a week ago and the thing i was looking forward to already passed soo um,. i really don't have anything too notable right now? i am looking forward to being done with my 6pm meeting -_-

10. something else that's important to you.

hmmmmmm i have this brain problem where sometimes i get pedantic about the meaning of words so right now i am like, "important" ?? what is it,,,, for somethign to be "important" .... anyways i think journaling is something that probably fits the bill? it's something i enjoy doing and i really like having a written record of things to look back on, and being able to see how i felt about things in the moment they were happening. i also journal about video games a lot and it's so fun to look back at the times Before big twists and reveals... ah my innocence...

#ahh this was fun! thank u sofia!! #tagged: ignore me

[tzuu-ii]

Wallflower Pt.2

Spy!Im Nayeon x Fem!Reader // ??

A/N: Sorry it’s taking so long to bring Nayeon into the fic. I had the whole idea, but its one thing to think about it than to write it😭 Here's the link to Pt. 1

To say you were surprised that it’d be this easy to get alone with him, was an understatement. You knew he was stupid, but was he really THIS stupid? The idiocy blew your mind. But enough pondering, back to focusing on your mission.

He had taken your hand, leading you to some private room somewhere near the back of the club. Eyes wandering, you checked your surroundings. To your advantage, there were no bodyguards around. Alone. Just like he said you would be. In the room, layed a bed. King-sized, you believed. Every inch of the room decorated in a sort-of romantic theme. Red, velvety sheets and lovely decor surrounded you.

Jinyoung seemed to take pride in leading you here with him. Well, of course he did, how else would someone with a perverted mind feel if he pulled such a wonderful woman?

He sat at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his black blouse; a disgusting smirk plastered on that crusty mouth of his. You tried your best to act interested, but this was possibly the most difficult part of it all.

“Sweet girl… come here, would you? I need you”, He finally spoke.

You mentally groaned, despising the continuous use of pet-names. Still, you complied, hating yourself for ever entering this kind of profession in the first place. He took your hand in his, thumb stroking the skin beneath it.

“As pretty as that dress is, love, don’t you think it would look much better off?” he continued.

“Hmmm, soon. Soon. How about we start off with something I like first?”

He hummed, intrigued by your response.

“And what is that, beautiful?”

You gave a small chuckle, before leaning close to his ear. “It’s a surprise,” You whispered.

And so you got up, reaching into one of the bedside drawers. A blindfold and all sorts of toys littered it in an unorganized fashion. But really, you only needed the blindfold. Jinyoung’s eyes lit up upon seeing the item. He seemed a little too excited as he let his mind construct a series of shameful scenarios. And yet, you ventured behind him, kneeling on the bed with the silky cloth, carefully bringing it over his eyes and tying a knot behind his head. An amused laugh escaped his lips.

“Kinky, I see. Well, not see, now.” Jinyoung snickered. He laughed at his own fucking joke.

You’d think that after spending some time with him, you’d be used to the shit he says, but seriously, you can’t. Literally anything that comes out of that obnoxious mouth of his, pushes you closer and closer to jumping off a bridge. But you fake a laugh anyways as to not ruin your own mission. Luckily, you won’t have to deal with this in a few minutes.

“A surprise you said, right baby? Fuck, I can’t wait.”

You hum in response, a small giggle shortly following.

Not a single thought in that empty head of his was ready for what was to come. He sat there patiently for you, like a desperate puppy begging for attention. For YOUR attention. Surely, it was only fair that you’d give it to him.

But not in the way he wanted.

Quietly, you grabbed a table lamp and set foot in front of him. For a moment, you stood there staring at the clueless man before you. It was a relief that you were finally going to get rid of him. Well, in reality, Jihyo probably was, but at least you’d take part in it. Come to think of it, why was Jihyo trying to get him? What could he have possibly done that would make her loathe him so much? Sure he was a huge pervert, but was that really all? Curiosity filled you to the brim and you would have continued in your own little world, but the dumbass in front of you was growing more impatient by the second.

“Sweetheart? You didn’t run off on me did you?” Jinyoung whined.

You rolled your eyes in complete annoyance before bringing your arm up to knock him out once and for all. With a loud crack, he fell to the ground unconscious. But your stomach dropped. Not because of the sight of the man at your feet, but because the feeling from earlier returned once again. Stronger than before. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Someone was watching you. But where? But how? That was unknown. There weren’t any cameras in the room, so how exactly? You squeezed your eyes shut, begging your mind to just dismiss the feeling. And for a moment it did, so you took that chance to get Jinyoung out of the club. Now off you were to headquarters. To show Jihyo that you were just the person for the job.

…

‘Hmmm… Who knew such a pretty girl could do my dirty work for me’

And as you drove away, a certain plump-lipped girl watched… and watched… and watched.

#twice fanfic #twice #x fem!reader #nayeon #MORE JYP SLANDER #tell me why i grew more hatred for him just writing this. #my bad <3

[fallrimxreader]

I'm so happy I found your blog😭 I've been looking everywhere for some Skyrim content that's reader based but you might just make me okay fallout 4 hehe

If you still take requests for Skyrim I'd like to see Kharjo with a s/o that would like to adopt because they feel so much pain for the little kids that are left in the streets. Maybe Kharjo and his love have been married for a while but they were with the Caravans and didn't have time to think about more than marriage? That's all up to you!

I personally have a mod that allows you to adopt a lot of kids because I feel so terrible everytime I see them😭 I hope you are having a great day or night! Thank you for letting us read your beautiful works on this blog, it's so fun!

{Thank you for this ask, it makes me so happy!! First of all Kharjo is my favourite companion of all time, I always get him to follow me. I love him and wish I could marry him in the game. I will happily write for him any time. And second thank you for enjoying my writing, that means a lot to me! <3 }

(Y/N) and Kharjo had been married for close to a year. Travelling with the caravans for the entire time. They had wanted to start their own lives when they got married, but at the time of the wedding the caravans were in a tough spot. Together they decided to stay and help. They only expected to help for another few weeks but time quickly flew by. The work was busy, so they had little time to think of anything but the safety of the caravans. Any time they did get alone was spent focusing on each other, thoughts were rarely spent on the future.

Each time the caravans stopped at a city, (Y/N) would take a walk through it. Sometimes to restock on items they couldn’t get themselves or from other caravans. This particular day they had stopped at Dawnstar. (Y/N) was walking past the mines when a boy ran past them carrying a pot of food, almost bumping into them.

“Sorry.” He spoke.

“That’s okay kid. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I’m running food and supplies to the miners. Don’t pay much, but they let me sleep by the fire in the inn most nights.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dead.” He muttered sadly. (Y/N) felt a deep ache in their heart, they felt sorry for the boy and just wanted to take him to safety. No child should have to work like this. “Sorry I’ve got to run.”

He left, leaving (Y/N) to stare after them and worry about his safety. Later that night (Y/N) and Kharjo cuddled on their bedroll. It was an easy day, no threats to the caravan. And they had just hired another Kahjit mercenary to work with them.

“Kharjo?”

“Yes, my moon?”

“Have you thought about our future? What we might do other than work with the caravans?” (Y/N) asked, their head laid on his chest. Kharjo was silent for a moment, pondering.

“Being honest, I have not. The caravans have mostly been on my mind. Other than you of course love.” Kharjo gently rubbed (Y/N)’s arm.

“Well, I have been thinking. I’d like to have a home with you. Somewhere permanent to stay, and hopefully that would mean we could have children.”

“I would like that very much.” Kharjo hummed happily in reply. “You are the one I want to spend my life with and having a family with you would make me very happy.”

(Y/N) sat up and faced Kharjo, it was dark but after living outside for so long their night vision had gotten better. Kharjo sat up also and the pair looked at each other.

“Something else I was thinking about. Today I met a boy, and his parents are dead. I was thinking we could adopt him. What do you think about that?”

“Adopting? I think that is a wonderful idea. Those children need a home, and I would be happy to give them one.”

“That’s great!” (Y/N) tackled Kharjo into a hug. Then pulled back, sudden guilt swaying over them. “What about the caravans?”

“They have been good to us. But we have also been with them long enough. Besides, I only joined because they paid me. There was no obligation to stay.”

(Y/N) laughed. They went back to cuddling and soon fell asleep, happily dreaming of their future. In the morning the pair packed their things. The caravans were stronger and since they recently hired new mercenaries Kharjo and (Y/N) were not very necessary. So, they bid farewell and ventured into the lands of Skyrim in search of a new home.

“Before I met you I did a bit of mercenary work for a lot of people, some were even jarls. I was offered a home in most cities, though I know that you don’t want to enter any of the cities. Aside from that I was offered a home that will be absolutely perfect for us!”

“And where would that be?”

“Just outside of Falkreath. Let me show you.”

They travelled to Falkreath, then past the town. There they found an empty plot of land that over looked the lake. For a while the two stood in silence, holding hands, admiring the view.

“I like it. We should live here.” Kharjo stated.

“Yeah?” Kharjo nodded, making (Y/N) smile with glee. “I still have all the money I saved from my early mercenary days, so it will be enough for the land and some lumbar. If you’d be happy to split some costs with me, we would be able to make the place however we want.”

“Of course I would pay with you, we are doing this together.”

They talked to the Jarl of Falkreath, who was more than happy to give the land to (Y/N). After purchasing the land, and some lumbar the two got to work. For weeks the two worked hard, chopping, nailing, and hammering their little house together. It was hard work, but they were determined to see it through. Often the pair would take breaks by the river, listening to the peaceful sound of water rushing by.

“Kharjo, I met another child in Whiterun. They also lost their parents. Maybe we could adopt them too?”

“Of course.” He answered without hesitation.

“Really?”

“My mother gave me many brothers and sisters. I am used to a large family.”

“Ok, so how many children would you be willing to have?” (Y/N) asked. Kharjo thought for a second.

“All of them.”

“What?” (Y/N) gasped.

“Look at that house. Do we need all that space just for us? I don’t think so. There are many children around Skyrim, that need a warm house, a bed and a family. And I think we can be that family.”

“Oh Kharjo.” Tears swelled in (Y/N)’s eyes, their future was coming together and it made them so happy.

Finally, the house was finished. They had many bedrooms, most with two beds and one with four. Plenty of room for any child that wanted to stay.

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(Y/N) woke to an empty bed, confused they began to walk around the house. They found Kharjo in the bedroom on the lower floor.

“What’s going on?” (Y/N) asked. Kharjo turned, he was holding a number of dolls in his arms. Looking to the beds, (Y/N) could see he had placed a doll on each of the beds.

“I just, want them to have something when the get here.” Kharjo smiled. Once again (Y/N) felt tears coming to their eyes. They ran forward and hugged Kharjo tightly.

“You are going to be such a good father!” (Y/N) sang. “You know what, why delay this any longer. I’m going to head out right now and start adopting those children.”

“I will come with you, then together we can guide them home.”

Their first stop was Dawnstar. Kharjo waited by the carriage while (Y/N) looked for the boy. They found them inside the inn by the fire.

“Hey again.”

“Oh hi” He greeted.

“What’s your name?”

“Alesan.”

“Alesan, I was wondering. Would you like to come home with me?” The boy sat up quickly.

“You, you want to adopt me?”

“Yes, if you’d like.”

“Really? You mean it? Wow, thanks! I promise, I won’t be any trouble at all.” (Y/N) laughed and guided the boy outside to meet Kharjo.

“This will be you father, Kharjo.”

“Hello Sir.” Kharjo smiled and knelt down.

“Hello, it is very nice to meet you.”

All three took the carriage to Whiterun. Alesan and Kharjo waited outside while (Y/N) entered. They walked to the main center where they found a young girl sitting on the bench.

“Hello again Lucia.”

“Hi ma’am.”

“I have good news Lucia. I have a house now, which means if you’d like you can come and stay with me.”

“Yea! Thanks! I promise, I’ll be the best daughter ever!” Lucia jumped up, giving (Y/N) a big hug. They left the city meeting Kharjo and Alesan outside. Lucia quickly ran to Kharjo and gave him a big hug.

“Thank you, thank you.” She yelled against his armor. Kharjo smiled, lifting Lucia and spinning her around. The four hopped on board and were taken to Falkreath. They travelled North of the city to their new home.

Upon entering the house, the children ran around, admiring every detail. Lucia ran to one of the beds and picked up a doll.

“Is this for me?” She asked.

“Of course, it is.” (Y/N) answered.

“I love it!” Lucia hugged the doll tightly.

"And I have something for you." Kharjo said, handing a wooden sword to Alesan.

"This is amazing, thank you!"

A couple of days later a courier knocked on the door. Kharjo answered and took the letter. He grinned upon opening it. He went back into the kitchen where his partner and two children were making sweet rolls together.

“My moon.” He spoke. (Y/N) hummed in reply. Kharjo showed them the letter. It was from the orphanage in Riften, asking if they would like to adopt. (Y/N) laughed, surprising the children.

“Hey, who wants some more siblings?”

“I do!” The children yelled in unison.

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“I’m so happy you have come to adopt. These children are just great and will be so thankful for a home. So, which one would you like?” The woman from the orphanage asked.

“All of them.” (Y/N) answered with a straight face.

“I’m sorry?” The woman stuttered; certain they had misheard.

“I am here to adopt all of them.”

Four children squealed happily, as they were led outside the orphanage. (Y/N) walking behind them a large smile on their face. They all left Riften, getting on the carriage waiting outside and headed to Flakreath.

Kharjo and his son and daughter were playing hide and seek. Kharjo was the one counting. He had gotten to five, when he heard a distant sound of laughing children. He uncovered his eyes and turned, seeing his partner walking towards him with four children in tow. He laughed joyfully and opened his arms.

“More children to make this family even more perfect.” The children ran at Kharjo tackling him into a group hug. “Would you like to join our game of hide and seek?” He asked. The children agreed and quickly ran to find somewhere to hide.

(Y/N) walked up to Kharjo, giving him a hug. They shared a sweet kiss then smiled at each other.

“My life just became complete.” He whispered.

“For now, until I find some more children. Then it will be even more perfect.” (Y/N) giggled. Kharjo laughed as well. (Y/N) then ran off to hide, and Kharjo started counting from ten again. This was the best life he could have ever wished for.

 ~

One-night Kharjo was woken by a small hand shaking him. It was his daughter Runa. She hugged her doll tightly as she looked at him.

“I had a nightmare.” She admitted. “You’re not going to give me back to the orphanage, right?”

“Oh, sweet daughter.” Kharjo cooed. He sat up and took Runa in his arms. He then picked her up and brought her into the bed with him. (Y/N) slept undisturbed. He looked at his daughter who had fear on her face. He then gently took his moon amulet from around his neck and placed it around Runa’s.

“Here. My mother gave this to me when I was just a cub. It was so I would think of home, and whenever I looked at it I would know my mother loved me. Now I want you to have it. Any time you look at it, you can remember that this is your home now and that we will always love you.”

Runa hugged Kharjo tightly.

“You’re the best dad I could have ever asked for.” She then settled into the bed and fell asleep happily beside Kharjo. He laid down between his partner and his daughter. Drifting to sleep in pure happiness.

#Best daddy Kharjo #a big headcannon of mine is that he would give his moon amulet to his child #skyrim #Kharjo #reader insert #kharjo x reader #ask

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Hey thanks!!!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Probably Paul, I think I find him the most intuitive, so I don't spend much time pondering over how he's gonna react. I also love pushing him to the limits of his communication skills! It amuses me to frustrate him as he struggles to use words lmao. Also shoutout to Cyn, I really enjoy writing her perspective!

🍷 Do you drink and write?

I don't even really drink at all 😭😭 I do write into the early hours of the morning sometimes though (went from like 9PM to 1:30 AM last night actually)

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Honestly? I'm not a fan of thinking of my writing in terms of tropes. While there are some that I LOVE, my writing passion is much more rooted in themes. While there's a certain brand of shmoopy romance that isn't really for me and that I wouldn't ever write, I don't think that's really down to the tropes. Even if a lot of mutual pining that involves a lot of miscommunication isn't for me, I don't think there's no way to make the trope work for me. In the end, my issues are usually more rooted in tone and specific plot points than the underlying trope, so I don't really feel the need to limit myself!

#hope that last answer made sense? #ask #merseydreams #fic

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I really admire you so much for the way you handle things with care and don't beat others down, when it seems like fandom gets off on being as mean to each other as possible sometimes. when you write about your understandable anger and disgust and pain, there's always thought and love in it. I hate that fucking ending too but could never put into sympathetic insight or words what you do, and it gives a perspective that I do think helps. not letting them be ruined and destroyed but holding them instead. saying that's not who the winchesters were, and it makes me remember them bc you describe them so well. that insult and injury is still horrible, but I think the resistance and love you share matters a lot to some of us.

🥺😭💕 fandom...is a disaster area in far too many ways, where we have to constantly tread carefully lest we step on landmines or someone decides to randomly throw a brick at our heads, and tbh I find that exhausting. it's not about, for lack of a better term here, toxic positivity (which oddly some of the cruelest parts of fandom in varying warring factions are also guilty of), it's about a level of respect and understanding? I admittedly get very salty and hurt/upset about things that I find distressing and go off to friends (as I called this my vindictive streak the other day lol), so *britney voice* I'm not that innocent, but when we're discussing things in public spaces, I want to be able to discuss them, thoughtfully and with a level of compassion and love for the characters, the story, the journey, because, no matter the torment and grief, that's my essential nature. excavating the meaning out of the tumult. saying, look, there is still light there, and isn't that a sort of miracle? illuminate the text, illuminate the spirit. something yet remains.

I'm so glad if it helps a little or lends some warmth in that perspective, that's the purpose of the whole endeavor, in the end. the thing is, I would not do that all alone. I'd agonize and ponder and stew over it and cry, no doubt, but writing about it and working through those emotions and the depth of those thoughts is a communal exercise that simply wouldn't happen for me if I weren't here. reclaiming and reuniting all that the boys stood for and meant to me for such a significant portion of my life, and being very present in it, cherishing that love in its magnitudes, also wouldn't have happened if I wasn't here. (Dean is essential, but I think the chasm of anguish around him...would've swallowed me up more easily had I been alone, and it might've been harder to hold on to the more valuable things. the soul of him.) that's why I've said many times that I'm thankful I got the chance to be online, the time and space to spend with everyone, as we've tried to piece together what we could, as we've relied on one another for solace and sympathy. anyone like you reading it, understanding, holding me up, gives it form and means so much to me. so if it matters to you - and I am honored and grateful that any of it means anything outside my own jumbled mind and aching heart (I say this every time, but it's true!) - it means even more to me that you read it and participate and find anything worthwhile to keep in it.

this is so kind, thank you very much for sending it and for hanging in here with me. you know you're always welcome.

#anonymous #letterbox #people are too nice to me #bestie u know i'm with u on that and this sounds very insightful to me! #the garden gate is open you can stroll through any time 🌻🌹🌼