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My Etsy store

#comfort character #fullmetal alchemist #the band ghost #Gangsta #viral hit webtoon #lookism

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Worick is the type of money to blow his money on designer clothing

#worick arcangelo #gangsta worick #Do i think he would actually? Probably no #But this is a headcanon so 🤷‍♀️

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Oooh OOH OOH more spicy cute domestic kissy stuff with Seongjoon😂❤️ ur blog gives me LIFE !!

He likes to distract you while you cook by kissing you, will cup your face in his hands pulling you into a deep kiss. He pulls away, a wide grin on his face as he walks away leaving you.

On the rare days that he stays home, he likes to wake you up by kissing all over your face, he'll kiss down your neck.

Seongjoon, will be streaming at home, usually just him cooking for the two of you, the only part of you that will be seen is your hands. When he wants to kiss you, he covers the camera with his hand, when he puts his hand away all that can be seen is the light blush on his cheeks.

Enjoys running his hands over your body as he kisses you.

If you're shorter than him he will trap you against the wall so he can kiss you, braces his hands against the wall, slowly leans down to press his lips against yours.

He groans into your mouth.

Enjoys it when you put your fingers in his hair while you two kiss.

#x reader #seongjun baek x reader #viral hit x reader #seongjun baek #how to fight x reader #Sorry for the long wait #anonnie #anon asks #requests

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Do u still write for viral hit?

I might if someone's request gives me enough motivation.

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Broken Silence

Nicolas Brown x reader

Summary: This is the worst overdose Nicolas has ever been through, will it take him from you?

Warning: Mentions of blood and death.

Rating: SFW, canon level of violence.

Wordcount: 1382

Requested?: No

Red, it was always red with him, the red of blood that always soaked his clothes, his skin, his clothes, always the red. My eyes were locked on the red that soaked his pants, the belt just above it wrapped around the meat of his thigh, cutting the blood flow, it wasn't tight enough. I should move, get to him, hold him, I should, I should, yet I could not, my feet were rooted to the ground, I stood like a tree, watching the world spin around me. Voices yelled all around, yet there was silence in my head, silence in a way that made it seem so loud, the silence of the night, only the darkness. A crackling voice cut through the loud silence, the sounds rolled together, the voice sounded drunk, more than that, the person’s tongue must have been thick in their mouth, like they weren't using it as they spoke. The voice spoke again, it was a name… My name.

I tug my eyes away from the red, his body spasmed, a blond man held the body down, I looked at the spasming body, the shirt had rolled up revealing the scars on the abdomen, one of them the thickest ran below his pants up to the center on his stomach, just above the belly button. The body spasmed again, and my eyes slid higher to the face, dark eyes stared back at me, sinking into my very soul, he could see the fear that kept me where I stood, he looked tired, more so than normal, his normally tanned skin was pale, bloodless. There was red here too, red that dripped from his bottom lip, pearly white teeth sunk into the soft flesh, his face tightening as a spasm ran through him, more red dripped down his chin. I watched him relax back into the bed, the white sheets flecked with red, his dark eyes opened again, he was looking into me again, tired eyes pleading, his lips parted and a croaky voice came out, my name again, he was calling to me even on the verge of death he called for me.

 A memory filled my mind, the first time he had said my name, the darkness of his cheeks as the letters tumbled from his mouth, he couldn’t hear it, but the way people looked at him as he spoke told him enough, others found his voice off putting, the way it swirled words together. We had been walking, to the library, as a normal and the child of a favored servant I had been allowed to go where I wished, his fingers held loosely to mine, as I tugged him along. I glance back at him, grinning brightly, his dark eyes were on me, as they always were, his face remained the same he so rarely smiled, only when it was just the three of us, Wallace, myself and Nicolas would he smile. I had pushed the door of the library open, only to be yanked back as he did not move, his feet remained planted firmly on the line that seperated the hallway from the library. I looked back at him, he shook his hair, the mop of dark hair flying around his face, he refused to move even as I tugged. I knew what he thought, he wasn’t allowed to come in here, why would a monster like him be coming into a place of knowledge, his father had drilled into him that he was just a tool for war. I signed to him, the signs were clumsy, it was okay for him to come in with me, to be my guard as I ventured in between the pages of my books. He grunted softly, taking a tentative step over the line, I pulled him along with me and he followed, his fingers squeezing tighter. I pulled a book from the shelf, his hand never slipping from my grasp as I walked to the back row, there was a small darker corner there, he felt safer in corners. I sunk into the ground, crossing my legs and placing the book in my lap and opening the pages, the leather of the cover was soft on my fingers. He sat down next to me, shoulder brushing mine, his tags clanked together quietly as he leaned over, his chin hovering over my shoulder, dark eyes scanned the page, I glaced over at him there was a blank yet confused, he huffed the hot air brushing my ear. My name tumbled from his lips, a slur of words, the letters blending into one, warmth surged through me, my stomach fluttering, never had he said my name, again, I wanted to hear him say it again and again. His cheeks were dark as I turned to face him, his dark eyes were wide, innocent almost, he pointed to a word on the page, he didn't know what it was or meant, I explained it, it was a basic word, but still he looked at me as if I held all the secrets in the world. He said my name again after that, my name and I thank you, my cheeks felt hot at the sound of him saying my name, like I knew a secret that no one else knew.

I was ripped from the warm glow of that memory by that crackling voice called my name again, it was deeper than the memory, fingers reached for me, always he reached for me, he would wait, wait until my hand fell into his. My name was like a mantra on his lips, the only word that fell from as he twisted on the bed, sweat dripping from his skin, tears pooled in his eyes, a line of silver that filled his lower lash line, my body stumbled forward, like Nicolas had yanked me to him, those hands reaching for me as they always had. My hand fell into his, his fingers curling around mine, his skin was clammy, colder than normal, he was normally so hot, his skin burning, but now it was cool, was it sweat that made him colder, or is it something worse, did death loom over him like an unwanted guest. My lips parted in a low groan spilling from throat as his hand tightened on me, squeezing so tight I swear i could have heard my bones creaking, another fit had seized him, the noises he made, they made me sick like an animals dying moments, harsh breaths and crackling moans of pain. His mop of dark hair clung to his face with sweat, his body relaxed, his breaths evening out, sleep had taken him, sleep and not death, his fingers still clung to mine, like a babe clinging to their mother.

A hand brushed my shoulder, gently pushing me down, forcing me to sit, they slid a chair under me. I looked up at the person who had made me sit, a vibrant blue eye stared back at me, Worick, I watched his lips form words, they couldn’t speak over the noises in my head but I understood nonetheless, Nicolas would be fine, he had gotten through the worst of it. He would live, Nicolas would live for me, as he had promise all those years ago, back when we had been young, when I wasn’t waiting for him to leave, I knew one day he wouldn’t come back from one of these fits, but still i clutched to the words we had spoken to each other.

He loved me, even if we hadn’t spoken the words, I could tell, he would always crawl back to me, bloody and beaten, high out of his mind, yet he would always crawl back to me. How many times, how many times had we been in this situation, never this bad, never had he been so close, and yet he stayed, he clung to me, to life, for me.

#nicolas brown x reader #Gangsta x reader #nicolas brown #Gangsta manga

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Nicolas Brown/ Reader

Big brother Nico and Younger sibling reader.

Summary: Headcannons about Nico looking after a younger reader.

Warning: None

Rating: SFW

Wordcount: 619

Requested?: No

When you look up at him with your big doe eyes, your small fingers clutching at his send his heart soaring, he curls his hand around yours. His hands are big they always have been but compared to yours they are massive, his hands wrap around yours completely, swallow them whole.

He keeps you tucked away against his side all the time, during the time you have to be with the garrison you are always together, his hands always clutching yours, you stay behind him he wants to keep you physically away from these men. He is scared that one day as you grow and mature these men might do things to you, so he protects you. 

The only person he trusts to be around you and not hurt you is Wallace (Worick), Nicolas enjoys watching you learn sign language with the toy of them. He thinks it's cute that you end up developing the habit of not talking and using sign language for the most part. You say it's  because the only two people you want to talk to can read sign language.

Nic always pinches your nose when you come running up to him, he grins at you when your small hands swat at him. He will ruffle your hair too, he enjoys watching your small face scrunch up.

He always makes sure you have enough Cerebret even if that means he has to have a little less, every time he had to go out to combat he made sure you were left with Wallace.

Nicolas gets cranky when Wallace smokes around you, Nic doesn’t like you being around Wallace when you smoke because he is worried that you might end up getting sick from it.

He kisses your forehead often, when you two sit down he keeps you tucked between his legs, his chin resting on the crown of your head. He’ll grumble unhappily if people get too close to you, you can feel his chest rumbling as he growls.

He sits you on his lap as he feeds you, he knows you can feed yourself but he enjoys doing it for you, what sort of older brother would he be if he let you go hungry.

When Nic and Wallace turn 13 and you 5 the massacre happens. You’re asleep when it happens, Nic comes and gets you he is covered in blood, he wraps you up in his jacket, gently tucking you into him. When the three of you run away, his main priority is keeping you safe and fed.

When the three of you get the little apartment, you and Nic share a room. He doesn't have a bed in his room, he isnt used to sleeping on the soft mattress he would prefer the floor or couch but he knows you would be more comfortable with a mattress so instead he gets a thick mat that he and you can sleep on. 

He still sees you as the small child, that he could hold so easily in one arm.

It doesn't matter how old you get you are still the small child that he vowed to protect

It doesn’t matter to him if you are stronger or weaker than him, he will always protect you

#nicolas brown x reader #Nicolas Brown #x reader #Gangsta x reader #GANGSTA #Gangsta manga

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Back Home

Nicolas Brown X Gn Reader

Summary: You come home after work and your man comforts you

Warning: None.

Rating: SFW

Wordcount: 581

Requested?: No

My fingers curl lightly around the doorknob, I twist it open, the door clicks open, I feel hot and cold with nerves, my stomach flutters. A man sat on the floor next to the bed, his back rested against the side, he had a book open in his hands, fingers lightly flipping the pages, I shut the door with a soft click, I walk towards the man gently tapping the bed with my foot so he could feel the vibration, I had forced him to get a bed when I had moved in with the two Benriya boys. 

Deep black eyes stared into my own, his lips turned up into a small smile, to most it would have been almost scary his teeth were shark like, sharp and jagged, but I had know this smile to be one of warmth and kindness, he always smiled at me like this, his eyes softening. His dark black hair was ruffled and sticking up all over the place. I watched him dog ear the corner of the page he was on before placing it next to him. I felt nervous now with his full attention on, he tilted his head to the side, dark eyes always watching me. I must have been frowning, I wasn't upset, but the worry in his eyes made my heart stutter, his arms opened, a hand tapping lightly against his chest, he was inviting me for a hug. Numbly I walked further towards the man, I kneeled in front of him, in between his legs, my arms curled around his shoulder and neck, his strong arms wrapped around my waist and tugged me into his chest. He smelt of a strong cologne, I buried my face into his neck, he smelled of pinewood, cinnamon and cardamom with an undernote of blood, sweat and disinfectant, I knew it was Worrick’s cologne Nicolas wouldn’t have brought it.

“WhAt's WrOnG?” His voice was thick and clumsy, the words slurring together, I could feel tears prick at my eyes, I knew he didn’t like to talk, the words felt awkward in his mouth but his hands held me firm against his chest refusing to let me go so he could sign the words. I pulled away, just enough so he could see my lips, his hands squeezed my sides gently, his dark eyes trained on my lips.

“Today was just very hard, can we move to the bed?”

He nodded, his arms holding me closer as he stood, I squealed as he suddenly threw me onto the bed, I watched his shoulders shake with laughter at the shocked laugh that painted my face, his grin was wide.

The bed creaked loudly as his weight rested on the bed, his palm rested next to my head, the other gripped my hip, the tags around his neck clinked together softly. The hand slipped up, fingers lightly brushed against my side, I gasped as his fingers dug into my side, ticklish feelings erupting where his finger touched my skin.

“Nic!” I squealed, a wide grin split my face, I pushed hard at his chest, he was so heavy that I knew he wouldn't budge, he grinned down at me.

“SmiLe MoRe,” his voice crackled, his hand tilting my head back, rough lips pressed softly against my own, they were dry and cracked, but he was so tenderly kissing me, his hand slipped down and rested lightly on my throat. “LoVe YoU.”

"I love you too Nicolas."

#Nicolas Brown #Nicolas Brown X reader #X reader #GANGSTA #Gansta Nicolas #GANGSTA x reader

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Hiii I hope everything is going well for u<3

I love ur writing style so I was wondering if u could do some slightly spicy kissing hc’s with Seongjun? Oooh especially how he would react to certain lip glosses and chapsticks🥺I honestly can’t get over this man and I don’t have the strength to fight it anymore😭😭if I could shake the constant daydreaming of me sitting pretty in his lap and just making out for hours, I swear I’d be a better more sane person

He likes to sit you in his lap as he kissed you, has your legs wrapped around his hips, one hand cradling your jaw, the other gripping your hip massaging

You know when he likes the lip gloss because he’ll groan softly and lick your lips,as you kiss he’ll ask you to reapply it.

He loves vanilla, strawberry and peppermint; they drive him wild, it doesn't matter where you are if you’re wearing it he’s pushing you against the nearest surface and kissing you like he needs it to live.

It always ends up with him kissing down you neck, leaving sticky residue all over your skin, his teeth grazing over your skin as he sucks hickeys into your skin.

Once he’s done kissing you and he pulls away, his teeth nibble at your bottom lip sucking it into his mouth, he pants softly, and cups your cheek, reapplies your lip gloss and pulls you back into a deep kiss, his tongue dragging over your lips so he can get a taste of your lip.

Oh, he can kiss you for hours on end, he’ll kiss you until he has to physically stop, until he runs out of breath and his lips are bruised and swollen.

He’ll cradle the back of your neck as you kiss, his tongue swirling around your own, his nose bumping against your as he groans into your mouth, his teeth catching your lip tugging it into his mouth and sucking at it.

#seongjun baek x reader #viral hit x reader #seongjun baek #how to fight x reader

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Judo Lessons: Chapter 1

Seongjun Baek x Fem! Reader

Single mom au

Summary: You take Atlas, your son, to his first Judo lessons. You meet Seongjun Baek the man your son has been talking about for last few days. What happens when you end up falling for this beautiful man?

Content: Reader meets Seongjun for the first time, you two talk for a bit, he gets your number.

Warning: Reader had a kid and the dad isn't around.

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1451

Requested?: No

Author Note: sorry for my long hiatus with no warning.

My fingers held tightly onto my son's small hand, and he chatted happily to me, excited to be finally going to his martial art class. He looked so adorable in Judogi, soft curly brown-red hair bouncing with every step. He had my skin colour, and chubby cheeks that dimple when he smiles. He giggled, honey-brown eyes scrunching as he smiled, his thick lashes fluttered, and he grinned up at me, revealing his checkered smile, a couple of his baby teeth having fallen out yet to be replaced by his adult teeth.

“Mama! Mama! Do you think the sensei will be as nice as he seems? Do you know he also cooks? I still think mama can cook the absolute bestest in the world!” His words whistled slightly as he talked.

“I’m sure your sensei will be really nice, baby. I didn’t know he could cook. Maybe Mama can ask him for some tips? Do you think Mama should, Atlas?”

He giggled cutely, swinging our conjoined hands, “Think you should, Mama!”

I smiled down at him, warmth filling my chest, my heart melting at his cuteness, and his eyes glittered with excitement as the dojo came into view. His little legs pumped faster, racing towards the dojo. My body lurched as he dragged me forward, his little body holding a surprising amount of strength. We push open the door, and he bounds in, happily running into the dojo, kicking off his shoes at the door. I couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that escaped my lips as I bent down to collect his shoes, placing them neatly with the others.

“Atlas! Baby! Don’t just run in! We have to get signed in!” I call after him as he runs towards the other children.

“It’s okay, my dear. Seongjun is used to excitable kids. Almost all the new kids have been like that. Now let's get you two all signed up.” An older woman walks to me, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. She was beautiful, with long black hair pulled into a ponytail, silver running through it, her blue eyes crinkling at the edges as she smiled at me.

We talked casually as I filled in the forms. I had found out some things about her and the dojo. She was the mother of Seongjun, he was the owner and teacher of the dojo, and the two of them had moved here from Japan a few years ago. 

Thundering footsteps filled the room as kids rushed past me, a small hand grabbing onto my pants, happy giggles filling my ears. I gently rub my fingers through his hair. His smile was so bright and wide. He was my little sun, the ray of sunlight in the darkness. 

“Mama! Mama!” my boy grabs my pants leg clinging tightly, “can we come back more? I had so much fun!”

I pick him up, small arms wrap around my neck, resting him on my hip. My eyes flick over to the door, a soft chuckle drifting into my ears. I could feel the heat burning on my cheeks as I gazed at him. The man was beautiful, like a god brought to life. Deep black hair tied back in a ponytail, strands of hair framed his face, ocean blue eyes met mine. They shimmered with a warmth that sent my heart fluttering. Plush pink lips pulled into a soft smile; I could feel the blush colour my cheeks. He raised his hand and waved sweetly at me. I watched him greet all the parents,  gently ruffling the kids' hair, he squatted down to one of the kids' levels, and they threw their little arms around him, hugging him tightly. He gently wraps them up in his arms, and the little girl squeals and giggles. He places her down and ruffles her hair before he continues making his way toward me. I place Atlas on the ground, and he runs off toward a group of other kids. 

“Hello, Ma’am. You must be Atlas’s mother. I’m Seongjun Baek. It’s very nice to meet you.” His voice was sweet like honey and as smooth as velvet.

I couldn’t fight back the deep blush that coloured my cheeks, “Yes, I am Atlas’s mother. It’s very nice to meet you too. Atlas was very excited to meet you; he wouldn’t stop talking about you after he found your NewTube channel.”

The man chuckled softly, his hand gently holding my own. I watched my heart in my throat as he brought my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles, “I hope I could live up to his expectations.”

I giggle to myself, “I’m sure you did. I haven’t seen him this excited in a long time.” I turned to look around the dojo. Atlas was playing with a bunch of other kids. His curly hair bounced as he ran, his little giggles echoing throughout the room. 

I turn back to the beautiful man, his ocean blue eyes scanning over me, his lips pulled up in a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I smile back at him, “Tell me about yourself?” He hummed, leaning against the bench as he half-watched the kids and me.

I hum as I think, “Well, I had Atlas about five years ago. My sweet boy is the light of my life. I picked up cooking and baking a few years ago so that I could take care of Atlas and myself. I work as a barista, at a small coffee shop. I also help the pastry chefs with making desserts when they are understaffed. What about you? Tell me some things about who you are?”

He chuckled softly, “My mother didn’t tell you everything? Well, I moved from Japan to here so I could open up this gym after I suffered an injury in a match. I helped my mother open a little soba shop which I now help out with when I’m not here. As you know I also run a popular Newtube channel.”

I open my mouth to speak, but a buzzing in my pocket interrupts me. My fingers slide into my pocket, fishing my phone out. An alarm flashes on my phone, ‘time to get Atlas to bed.’

“I’m so sorry, but I must get Atlas washed and ready for bed. It's been really good talking to you. I’ll be back next Friday. Atlas absolutely loved it here today.”

“I’ve also enjoyed talking to you.” He paused, his lips opening and closing before finally speaking again, “Do you mind if I put my number in your phone? If you need to pull out, you can contact me directly.”

“Oh! That’s actually a great idea!” I quickly hand my phone over and watch as he types his number in and hands it back. I clicked on the new contact. The text box opened the contact name at the top. 

We say a few goodbyes, and I scoop Atlas up into my arms, walking the short distance from the Dojo to our little cottage. Old chipped white paint clung to the rusty Iron gate. It opened with a soft click. I shut it carefully, Atlas having fallen asleep on our walk home. I smile happily as I look at our home, the same one I have lived in since childhood. Dark wood made up the outside of the cabin, picturesque windows set into the walls, and rich green plants clung to the railing reaching for the sun by climbing the walls. I silently unlock the door, the wood creaking softly under my feet. The inside was dark. The only light was the soft glow of the embers in the fireplace. I walk to Atlas’s bedroom, gently placing him down, and changing him into his Pj’s. He sleepily helped, I tuck him into bed, his star-splattered bed sheets brought right up to his chin as he snuggled up to the massive shark plushie he kept with him. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his brow, and walk to my room.

I open my bedroom door, quickly changing into my own Pj’s, Achillies, my massive Rottweiler, snoring loudly on the foot of my bed. I gently pat his enormous head as I lay down in bed. He shifted in his sleep, laying his massive head on my lap, and more snores rumbled through the room. I pull my phone out, tapping on the screen until I find Seongjun’s contact number.

(Y/n):

This is (Y/n) just making sure this message goes through! :D

Seongjun:

Hello, (Y/n). This is Seongjun. I hope you and                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Atlas are home safe!

(Y/n):

We did. Thank you for being so concerned! :)

#seongjun baek x reader #seongjun baek #viral hit x reader #how to fight x reader

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One of them will have to get finished eventually, right???

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Can I req angst breaking up with goo gun dg because their s/o found them cheating with another girl MAKE IT PAINFUL AND ANGST and can I request you make it long thanks 🥰

Hello, my Dear.

I have tried and tried to write this but I just can't. I feel bad so if you want to you can come back and ask for one character with this prompt I will try my best to write it for you. Thank you so much for requesting but sadly i am unable to fufil your request.

#Star answers #Star's Inbox

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soulmates!au with greed.

special ; for @dyingstar-light​ ​: You couldn’t see Greed for next hundred years and still love his perfume, but hate his smirk and eyes.

# tags: scenario; soulmates!au; future!au; flashbacks; kind of romance; drama; a little bit of angst; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. greed {fmab}

author’s note: I’m a couple of weeks late, but this is for you! Merry Christmas, bestie! 

Year 2143, Nagoya.

The city is teeming with life; people use such sophisticated technology that a hundred years ago they couldn’t even dream of, and most of the things are produced and done by robots or robot-like machines. Japan, as one of the leading inventive countries, expands its knowledge about death, stimulants, healthy eating, physical and mental diseases, new cars and new forms of payment every day (bitcoins are obsolete). It’s 2143, and you’re reading the latest news from the country on your laptop in one of the most popular cafes, and your cake and cup filled with your favorite drink have been delivered by a robot in the shape of an adorable kitten. You stroke his plastic ear, then start eating your dessert slowly.

While browsing through your laptop, which you use for both study, work and entertainment, the door to the cafe opens again and again and the robotic cat greets customers with a cheerful ‘Meow, hello, meow’. At some point, you smell a characteristic scent that in no way resembles the coffee aftertaste of a latte or a fresh, still warm apple pie or oreo pudding. You can sense the distinctive aroma of musk, light vanilla and a hint of spices in the room. Of course, all this was accompanied by the heavy smell of cigarettes and expensive, eight-years-old whiskey. Your eyes immediately left the laptop screen and landed on a man wearing a tight maroon T-shirt and a waistcoat.

You instantly felt the bitterness of the coffee in your mouth (although you had ordered a cappuccino with double foam) and then quickly looked down at the keyboard. Like it or not, the man noticed you right away, as if he’d come here especially for you, even though you both knew it was just a strange, dangerous coincidence.

“Long time no see. How long has it been…?” He started amused and your muscles automatically tensed slightly.

“One hundred and twenty years.” Your low voice echoed between the two of you, and you slowly looked up, watching the dark-haired man’s movements.

“Did you miss me?” He laughed, his right hand sliding his glasses down his nose a bit. “Because I missed you so badly.”

“Not really.”

You and Greed had more in common than just an acquaintance from many, many years ago. You were one of those happy/unhappy people who remembered your every previous life; life as a princess in medieval England, as the daughter of a bakery owner in 1656 in Australia, as a traveler in the 14th century, as a famous writer in 2020 and now as a businesswoman more than a century later. You’ve met Greed at least once in all your lives, and each time he’s looked just as good and just as stupid with that smirk on his face. In each of your lives you have been close to him as his lover, friend or as the object of his sighs. He liked you very much and always tried to get close to you to show you that he had changed this time.

Because after all, he always hurt you whenever he had the chance, and you let him do it, believing his empty promises and dishonest words.

“Are you working or what? Hmmm. I preferred you in that nice bakery outfit. Green color suits you very well.” He said happily as he sat across from you. “Or with that expensive silver pen behind your ear I gave you before your first book was published.”

“… I am currently busy, as you can see.” You started seriously, keeping your eyes on the letters on the laptop screen. “And I do not want to talk to you.”

“Oh, you’re more sassy in this life. I like this.” He said in a more amused tone and you just rolled your both, shiny eyes.

You almost forgot his existence, and now, he’s next to you again. The young-looking male annoyed you like no one else in the world; he was rude to the elderly and children, self-righteous, condescending to working people, snappy, loved to flirt with other women, always borrowed money from you, and always wanted something from you. He was a bad man, but still… something about him always intrigued you and drew you to him.

“… I also have other priorities in this life, a good job and finally someone I’ve always deserved.” You looked out the window and a small smile appeared on your face. “And I don’t want to lose it.”

You quickly packed up your grey laptop and got up from the table, leaving your cake unfinished and your half-drank coffee.

“Honey, we both know we’ll run into each other sooner or later. If not in this life, then in the next. After all… we’re meant for each other, remember?” He chuckled and his hand turned towards you showing a red mark that was identical to yours on the same hand. After a short while, the man looked at the person standing behind the cafe building. Greed immediately noticed the ring on that person’s finger, which was identical to the one on your hand. It seemed like a clumsy attempt to deceive yourself and cover up your true destiny. “But do what you want. See you later, baby.”

Your body stiffened again.

“Just… fuck off.”

Without lying, you both knew that the next meeting would take place in this lifetime… And oddly enough, both of you were looking forward to it.

#My bestie is the best #Thank you for the food #Check her out amazing writer

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Lazy mornings

Seongjun Baek x GN!Reader

Summary: Seongjun is whinny because you want to get up for the day.

Content: Kisses,

Warning: N/A

Rating: SFW

Word count: 382

Requested?: No

Warm, it was warm, soft heavy doona wrapped around me, a fluffy pillow tucked under my head, strong arms curled around my waist, holding me tight to them. His natural scent flooded my senses; soft breaths tickled my face, my eyes slipped open, the world was fuzzy, his handsome face blurred at the edges. I brushed my fingers over his beautiful face clumsily; his smooth skin seemed to glow in the morning light, petal pink lips were full and moist, so kissable, his long thick lashes brushed his cheeks. He snored softly, it almost cute, I gently brushed a silken strand of hair from his eyes. Beautiful crystal blue eyes blinked open. They burrowed into my soul. His lips turned up in a soft smile. He hummed softly, his pale cheeks colouring a soft pink. His hand came up to gently cup my own against his face, his lips pressing softly against my wrist.

“Good morning, my love,” his voice was deep and husky from sleep. His arm tightened, pulling me impossibly closer, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Morning,” I whisper back, tangling my fingers into his soft hair, running my fingers through the silky strands.

He groaned lowly as my nails dragged across his scalp; his lips pressed softly against mine. His lips were as soft as petals, lazily they moved against mine, and a large hand cupped my face. His thumb brushed softly over my brow, I pulled away, and he let out a little grumble.

“Joonie, we need to get up for the day,” I gently pushed at his chest. His warm flesh was soft under my hand, and I could feel his heart beating.

He whined softly; his beautiful blue eyes looked so innocent and sweet. My heart stuttered at that look. He squirmed down and buried his face into my chest. I run my fingers through his inky silk hair. The strands tangle around my fingers like strands of darkness. His soft lips decorate my skin with kisses, and his teeth nip at my neck, chest, and shoulders.

“It’s the weekend. The restaurant is closed. I just wanna stay in bed with my love.”

I sigh softly, brushing his hair with my fingers, I press a kiss to his forehead.

“Okay, let's stay in bed for today.”

#seongjun baek x reader #viral hit x reader #seongjun baek #how to fight x reader

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Always raining

Seongjun Baek x GN Reader

Content: Seongjun's death scene

Warning: blood, injuries, guns, death.

Rating: Sfw +16

Word count: 654

Requested?: No

The streets passed in a grey blur. My feet ached as I forced myself to keep sprinting. My breaths came in sharp, harsh gasps. My blood thrummed loudly in my ears. Rain and sweat mixed on my body; harsh sobs were tearing from my throat.

“Seongjun!” My voice bounces off the streets, fear coursing through my entire body. I bellow his name again, tears burning my eyes.

I stumble, swallowing back a scream as pain tears through my body, pavement biting into my skin. My nails crack as I crawl back to my feet, fresh blood mixing with the rain to turn the clear water pink.

“SEONGJUN!” My voice was raw and crackling as I screamed again, forcing myself back to running.

I turn a sharp corner, and bile fills my mouth. The smell of blood was so thick here my knees gave out as I saw him surrounded by a pile of bodies. He was soaked in blood. His once beautiful long hair was cut short. His shirt was missing bandages wrapped around his torso; it was stained with deep red blood. His deep blue eyes slid to me, his lips tilting up in a small smile, his hand stretched out bloody and bruised. I walked towards him, numbness filling me.

“Joonie,” my voice quivered as I kneeled next to him, one hand coming up to cup his face gently, the other pressing against the wound gently. He hissed softly, his blood seeping through my fingers.

“You shouldn’t have come, my love. It’s not safe here.” His voice was trembling, his arm curled around my waist, pulling me against him, his skin was cold, and his chest rose and fell with shuddering gasps, his face pressed into my neck. “you’re so warm, it’s so cold… so so cold.”

I swallowed back the sob that threatened to tear from my throat. His lips were soft when they pressed against mine, and I could feel every last drop of love he held for me.

“I love you, Joonie. Please let me call an ambulance… Please.”

“I can’t, my love, I can’t go to the hospital… even if I did, it wouldn’t help,” there was a note of finality to his voice. I couldn’t argue with him, not now. 

He kissed me once, twice, and a third time, his arms winding around me, dragging me even closer, pressing my face to an unbloodied spot on his chest, and his lips brushed my ear.

“Don’t say anything, don’t move too much, and pretend you don't hear anything, please, love.”

I open my mouth to speak, but his arms tighten around me. Fear runs through me, the sound of footsteps coming from behind me, Seongjun’s breaths stutter, and the click of a gun sound above me. One of his strong arms curled around my head. His body seemed to almost wrap around me. He appeared almost to growl a cough ending it quickly.

“Don’t touch them, please,” he was begging, tears welling in my eye. My big strong man was pleading, never had I ever heard him before.

The person didn’t answer. The only sound that came from him was his breath.

“They haven’t seen you, nor heard you… They don’t know anything about why this has happened.”

I almost sob as he walked away, arms loosen around me, warm lips pressing to my brow, “Run now, my love, if anyone comes back I can’t have you in harm's way.”

“No, Joon, please I want to stay with you… Please.”

"I promise, I will find you again in this life or the next… I will always come back to you. "

He shook his head kissing me again, gentle hands pushed me away, pain lanced through my heart, it shattered to pieces.

“Go! Leave before you get hurt!” His voice was wild with anger and pain.

I run, pushing myself to leave the man I loved as he died.

#seongjun baek x reader #viral hit x reader #seongjun baek #how to fight x reader

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My little luck (happy ending)

Seongjun Baek x GN!Reader

Part 1:

Content: Reunited lovers, kisses, crying, forgiveness.

Warnings: Making out, crying.

Rating: SFW

Word count: 837

Requested?: Yes

@helspen I hope you like it dear. ❤️

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Butterflies danced in my gut as I stood in front of the restaurant, it towered over me, covering me in shadow. I took a deep breath soothing the fear that rushed through me. Clammy fingers curled within the hem of my jacket, rubbing softly over the fluffy material. Inside ‘Omakase Jun’ was a man that had left me on the docks almost five years ago. My feet carried me to the door, moving more confidently than I felt. The metal door handle was cool under my hand. It opened with bells jingling softly above my head.

The inside of the restaurant was beautiful. Bamboo walls, smooth tiled floors, small plants, and trees decorated the floor. A long wooden bar took up most of the room. Behind it stood a man, long dark hair tied back in half up, half down style, a deep blue Haori hung off his broad frame. He was taller and his shoulders wider than years ago. He still looked just as pretty, if not more so. He talked to the camera as he carved through the massive fish on the bench, his glittering blue eyes focused entirely on the fish.

“Welcome,” his voice was deeper than it had been, smoother and richer. My heart fluttered at the sound. He smiled at the camera, it was fake, “Sorry, my dear viewers, a customer has just arrived, and I must look after them. Please, have a good day and take care of yourself.”

My shoes clicked loudly on the tiles as I walked to the counter. I braced my arms against the wood. I needed to lean. My knees threatened to buckle under me.

“Hello, Seongjun Baek,” my voice sounded calm in my ears, disguising the nerves that filled me, “It’s been quite a while.”

Heartbreakingly blue eyes met mine, and my heart leaped. The love I held for the man all these years rushed back in, tears pooling in my eyes as I gazed at him. He looked even more handsome than from when we were young. The years had treated him well; his pretty pink lips were parted, his tongue darting out to wet them.

“(y/n),” my name sounded like a prayer on his lips, and his blue eyes looked wet with unshed tears. He stumbled around the bar, strong arms curling around my waist, tugging me into his hard chest. He was warm; his scent was cinnamon, and vanilla, with an undertone of pinewood and mint. 

I felt so safe in his arms, like nothing in this world could hurt me. I buried my head further into his chest, some tears leaking from my eyes. I sniffled softly, my shoulders shaking as I tried to suppress the sobs. Warm hands rub soothingly at my back, his lips pressing to the tips of my ear, whispering soft nothings to me. I lean up, bumping my nose against his jaw, my hands slide up, cupping his cheeks in my hands, the ring he had given me pressing against his soft skin.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” My voice cracked as I asked, and my heart slammed so hard into my chest that it almost hurt.

His eyes stared into mine. I was lost in a sea of blue, arms tightening around me, soft lips skimming over mine. I lean up on my tip-toes, pressing my lips firmly to his. His lips moved slowly against mine. I poured every ounce of love I had for him, every moment of loneliness I had since he left. His tongue wormed its way into my mouth, swirling around my own, sliding over my teeth. He groaned softly as we pulled away. His heated breath brushed over my lips, his lips pressed against mine over and over again.

“I missed you, My little luck,” his voice shook softly, his forehead pressing against mine. His hand gently cradles my left, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a soft lingering kiss to the ring on my ring finger, stray tears leaking from his eyes. “You still wear it, even after so long… does that mean I may have a chance to win you back? If you want, I will get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness.”

“You don’t need to do any of that, Joonie. I never once stopped loving you.” I kiss his cheek softly, “I want to be your spouse. I still wear this ring because I want to marry you one day.”

He chuckled softly, his voice husky, “I finally have the money to spoil you now, the way you deserve. I’ll turn you into the most spoiled person in the world, you name it, and I will get it for you, anything.”

“I love you, Seongjun. Even after all these years, all I have ever wanted is you.”

I kiss him again, my heart fluttering, warmth pooling in my belly, as I press myself closer to him.

“I love you too, my little luck. I promise I will never leave your side again.”

#seongjun baek x reader #viral hit x reader #seongjun baek #how to fight x reader

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Heated kisses

Seongjun Baek x F! Reader

Content: Making out, neck kisses, lap sitting, scar kisses, tracing tattoos, reader is being very needy for attention.

Warning: Heated kisses, Seongjun is a bit handsy

Rating: Sfw +16 it gets a bit heated but no real nsfw

Word count: 700

Warmth leaked into my side from where I leaned against him, a strong arm curled around my waist, holding me close to him. His scent washed over me. His scent had always brought me comfort. He smelled of sweet like vanilla, citrusy like lemon, woody like cedarwood, and under all that, he smelt of salt. I buried my face into his shirt, yawning softly. The slight floral scent of my laundry detergent, it made my heart race. He had washed his clothes here, which shouldn’t surprise me; by now, he had been keeping a few pairs of clothes at my apartment, and I had been doing the same at his.

 I gaze up at him, taking in his soft pale skin illuminated by the glow of the laptop screen, full pink lips, and heartbreakingly blue eyes. His hair was out of its tied-up style to flow down his back and shoulders. I couldn't help but lean up, pressing my lips gently against his jaw, my nose brushing under his jaw, taking in his lovely smell.

“Something you need, darling?” His voice was smooth like silk, as warm as hot cocoa. I could listen to him all day, everyday.

I just hum and press kisses down his throat, savoring how he relaxes under my lips. He lets out a little sigh, his eyes finally slipping shut. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, massaging slowly. He huffed out a soft laugh, his hand slipping down to grip my hip, squeezing gently. I press a hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating. I press a soft kiss to his nose and both cheek.

“Love, I need to finish editing this video. Then I’ll give you all the attention you could need.”

He went back to tapping away at his laptop. I huff and whine, burying my face into his chest, grumpily wrapping my arms around his waist. He chuckled softly. The noise sent a shiver down my spine, soft lips pressed against the crown of my head.

“My poor little princess, I promise, I’m almost done.”

I stay buried in his chest, waiting for him to finish. I slip my hands up his shirt, busying my fingers and tracing his scars. His body jumps, muscles tensing before relaxing, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“Fine! Fine! I’m done. I can’t focus with your hands all over me.” He grumbled, strong hands gripping my hips, lifting me into his lap, my legs curling around his hips

Warm lips press against mine, slowly moving against mine, his tongue prods against my lips, and I open my mouth for him, his tongue caressing mine, swirling gingerly around. I groaned softly into the kiss, his strong hands massaging my hips, sliding up and down my sides. My fingers slip up his chest, gently popping open the buttons of his shirt. Rubbing my hands over his muscular chest, I pull away from his lips, nipping softly at the bottom lip. He was panting softly, saliva stringing between us. His skin was painted a soft pink, his lips slightly swollen, and they were turned up in a soft smile.

“You’re so mean to me, Joonie, always ignoring me,” I nipped at his bottom lip, kissing down to nibble at his jaw.

“Ignoring you? I will never ignore you. My princess is just so needy for my attention. It's just adorable. If I could, baby, I’d never take my attention off you… Especially when I have you like this.”

I blush when I take in the position we are in, his shirt open, my hands roaming his heated, me seated firmly in his lap, his hands gripping my hips hard. I kiss him again, helping him slip off his shirt and suit jacket. I kiss down his neck to his chest, to press soft loving kisses to his scars, my fingers trailing over his tattoos. He groaned, head leaning back against the lounge, his fingers softly cupping my cheeks as he dragged me into another kiss, soft and gentle; so much love was in the kiss.

“I love you, Seongjun,” I whisper, kissing the corner of his lips.

“I love you too, (y/n)... so much.”

#seongjun baek x reader #viral hit x reader #seongjun baek

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hello star <333

can i request fem!Reader picking flowers with goo to give it to her crush , well mostly reader picking the flowers and goo complaining about how boring it is and how its a waste of time when actually he is just jealous 😭💜💜 i hope my request isn't too long , i really love your writings!<333 tysm!

Flowers

Goo Kim x F! Reader

Content: Teasing, Whining, Flower picking, mentions of readers crush

Warning: Mentions of Gun, Insults

Rating: SFW

Word count: 372

Thank you for the request baby!! *3*

Soft pink and orange light filled the sky, coating the world in rose colour. The rich smell of earth filled my nose, and the feel of soft dewy grass under my feet was comforting. My fingers curl gently around the delicate flowers, pulling them gently from the soft ground. The first one in my grasp was a pure white carnation, meaning pure love. The second is a beautiful pink Tulip. I took my time picking three more flowers, a red Orchid, pink peony, and finally, a few red roses. As I picked, the blonde that stood protectively next to me complained and whined, I flinched slightly as Goo kicked up dirt beside me, groaning and sighing.

“Can you shut up? I want to make this worthy of them,” I grumble as I arrange the flowers, twining the stems together, this causes the man to groan more.

“Who could be so important that you drag me out of my comfortable bed, this early?” He whines loudly, “you women are all the same. Why can’t you just tell them that you like them? Why do you have to be so secretive? Giving them flowers is so… so childish.”

“I’m being childish? Says the man that is kicking dirt and whining like a baby,” I snap back, frowning as I turn to him. He wore his signature black glasses, his blonde hair was tossed and messy, and his ever smiling lips tugged down in a frown. His muscled arms were crossed over his chest, and a thick yellow jacket wrapped around him, making his usually slim body bulky.

“You didn’t need to come. I could’ve just got Gun to come. He wouldn’t be whining like a little baby.”

“Gun’s an asshole. Why would you have wanted him to come… and who wouldn’t be complaining? This is so boring.” 

“Blah, blah, blah….”

He snorted softly, and he moved to crouch down next to me, tugging a handful of flowers from the garden. Horror filled me, and I slapped his hand hard enough to sting but not to knock the flowers from his hand.

“Be gentle! The flowers are delicate, you oaf!”

He grumbled, thrusting the flowers into my hand, a soft pink blush decorating his cheeks.

#Goo Kim #lookism #lookism x reader #Goo Kim x reader