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[ashwhowrites]

Eddie x reader, Eddie has an older sister who is overprotective of him, and she didn't like cheerleader reader, bc she thought that she was gonna use Eddie, but later, she realizes that reader's a good person and that she loves Eddie

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Big sister

Eddie was chaotic, and loud, and he had no problem running his mouth. Many times he found himself in trouble since he never thought through everything. He ran into things blindly and suffered the consequences. His older sister, Bethany has seen it too many times.

Bethany took care of Eddie as if he were her own. Wayne was busy with work all the time and Bethany took the role of helping Eddie grow up. She was insanely protective of him, and it drove Eddie crazy.

Falling in love was hard for Eddie. He didn't quite understand how it worked, and he never saw it. Bethany had a few guys around but they weren't ever good guys. They were just like their dad and Eddie hated it. But the second they landed a hand on Eddie, Bethany had them out the door in seconds. She watched girls around Eddie like a hawk. She often scared them away before Eddie could ever have a real relationship. But he learned this time.

He met Y/N in class, and he felt an instant connection. He found his eyes wandering off to her without his control. He perked up when he heard her voice or laugh. To his luck, the teacher rearranged the seats. She landed right next to him and Eddie thanked whoever was above.

"I'm Y/N!" Her voice was chirpy and soft. Eddie found himself easily talking to her. He spent years being bullied in school, and years of people running away. The feeling of someone wanting to talk to him was different.

They got to know each other more and more in class. He outed himself as a dealer and she was looking for one. They would sneak off to the woods and do a deal. Skipping class as they got lost in talking to each other. Sometimes they meet after school to hang out and smoke together. Eddie found a friend.

~~~

Once he started truly falling for her, he made sure Bethany didn't know about her. He didn't want Bethany to scare Y/N away. Their hangouts turned into dates. Their friendly chatter turned into flirting.

Bethany was suspicious of why her brother stayed out late and always came home with a smile. He used to come home right after school, stomping in his bedroom, and didn't come out until dinner. But now he didn't come home until after dinner, skipping to his room for the night.

~~~

After Eddie and Y/N made it official, she asked to meet his family. She noticed how nervous he got, the way his palms got sweaty and his breathing picked up.

Eddie took the time to describe his fear of her meeting Bethany. She understood his side but also Bethany's side.

"Let me meet her and show her that I won't hurt you. I know she wants to protect you and I want to prove you're in good hands. I love you." She whispered. Her hand holding his as he played through it in his head.

~~~

Eddie and Bethany prepared dinner as Y/N was on her way. Eddie wanted the extra time to talk with Bethany so he offered Y/N to drive herself over.

But no amount of talking with Bethany would make her act any different. She was already set on chasing Y/N away.

Y/N knocked on the door, a bouquet in her hand. She wore her best outfit and made sure she looked presentable. She truly wanted to make a good impression.

Eddie opened the door, a nervous smile on his face as he welcomed her inside. Bethany stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed.

"These are for you," Y/N said nervously, handing her the flowers. She flinched as Bethany harshly grabbed the flowers, the paper crinkling.

Y/N coughed awkwardly, looking at Eddie. He gave her a small smile and led her to the table. All three sat down and began to dig into the dinner.

"This is so good!" Y/N complimented, her leg bouncing. Eddie's soft hand landed on her knee.

"Thank you. It's Bethany's recipe." Eddie said. Y/N smiled at the information, looking at Bethany.

"You are quite the chef."

"Well you have to learn to cook otherwise Eddie and I would never have been fed," Bethany said.

Y/N slowly nodded, she wasn't sure what to say. She knew she was fortunate, she didn't struggle for food. And she didn't want to act like she did understand.

"Just take the compliment." Eddie spat, glaring at Bethany.

"Do you know he deals weed?" Bethany asked, her eyes heating on Y/N.

"I do. It doesn't bother me. I smoke as well. As long as he's safe and smart during his deals, I don't mind." Y/N said, Eddie smiled at her. He patted her knee softly as a good job.

"Oh, you smoke? So do you pay for Eddie's weed?" Bethany asked. Eddie quickly glared at her, he had a feeling where this was going.

"Um I did in the beginning, but once we started dating I stopped. His request." Y/N explained.

"Right....nice and convenient that your boyfriend has countless amounts of weed. And you get it all for free." Bethany said, her voice accusing.

"I'm sorry, am I missing something?" Y/N laughed awkwardly. Both siblings glared at each other, and Y/N looked between the two.

"Are you fucking my brother for free weed?" Y/N choked lightly on her drink. Not expecting Bethany to think of her so poorly.

"No! I adore Eddie. I have no issues with paying for the weed and I never had an issue. He doesn't take my money. " Y/N explained the best she could. She kept her voice low and polite.

Eddie was seething next to her, her hand reaching for his under the table. She rubbed his hand with her thumb to try to relax him.

"Have you guys fucked?"

"Bethany!"

"Answer the question, Eddie." Bethany scolded.

"No, we haven't. She wants to wait." Eddie explained, Y/N shrunk in her seat. She felt uncomfortable with the new topic.

"So she's dating you for the weed." Bethany accused. Y/N wanted to speak up but the glare Bethany sent her made Y/N sink further in her seat.

"No, she's not. She already fucking told you she's not using me." Eddie fought back.

"Open your eyes, Eddie! Look at her and then you. Do you think she loves you?" Bethany scoffed.

Y/N refused to stay quiet about that, she didn't want anyone to ever doubt her love for Eddie.

"Bethany, I truly love your brother. I know you and Eddie have struggled, and you've done so much for him. I understand you want to protect him. But I promise he doesn't need protection from me. I want to make him happy and take care of him. I understand your hesitation, but could I try to show you that I simply want to be with Eddie because I'm in love?" Y/N said. Her words silenced the table.

Eddie looked down at the table, a smile on his face and blush on his cheeks. He's heard her say she loved him over and over. But hearing her say how she was in love with him to someone else felt different. It felt more real. She wasn't scared to tell anyone she loved him.

Bethany wasn't sure what to say. She was almost stunned. She's never had a girl fight so hard for Eddie, most girls ran out in tears and gave up before the plate was finished.

But there Y/N sat, hopeful eyes staring into her.

"Eddie, do you love her?" Bethany asked, her eyes moving to Eddie. Y/N snapped her eyes to Eddie as well.

"Of course I do," Eddie admitted instantly.

Bethany sighed. She cleaned off her hand and reached across the table.

"Bethany Munson. It's a pleasure to meet Eddie's girlfriend."

Y/N smiled and shook Bethany's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

~~~

At the end of the night, Eddie walked Y/N to her car.

"I did it!" Y/N cheered, holding Eddie's hand as she swung it back and forth.

"You did. I'm so proud of you." Eddie praised, kissing her cheek.

"She's scary, but she means well," Y/N said, unhooking their hands as she unlocked her car.

"I know, she just doesn't do it in the best ways. It means a lot you wanted to meet her." Eddie admitted.

"I'm proud of you for doing this for us. I know you were very nervous. But I won't let her scare me away from you. I love you, handsome." She said, reaching forward to kiss him.

He smiled against her lips and kissed her back.

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[rkvriki]

you spin me up high - lee heeseung (m)

pairing: football team captain!heeseung x slightly bimbo!fem reader

synopsis: No one was surprised when the football star Lee Heeseung started dating the local bimbo, Y/n L/n. They were like a match made in heaven hell, they weren't an official item, but how does Heeseung react when he sees his team rival approach her?

WARNINGS ! mature content (sorry to my minor followers >-< also its my first time writing smut to pls have mercy on me), jealousy, mentions of reader being a little dumb :D, public sex (in the school's bathroom lolz), oral (f receiving), heeseung calls reader a slut once lmao, sex?? they kinda fight, reader is sensitive :(, heeseung is a lil possessive, if there's more tell me pls 😭 grammar errors, proofreading is a painfull process ok? word count: 5.6k (i popped my full smut cherry ok )

A/N: um hello?! guess i wrote smut for the first time djfhdf do i like it? idk, maybe lmao. this is nothing like my blog at all, but this idea wasn't getting out of my head and i kinda just wrote it. thank you bae @dazed-hee for reassuring my insecure ass and thank you @loveywon for giving me energy to write this thing, i love you guys. if its too bad pls dont say anything and pretend it good okay?

You purse your lips as you look in the mirror, watching the way the light pink lipgloss transferred from one lip to another. Smiling at the mirror, you appreciated the final look of the hard work you did on your face and outfit, as you slightly adjusted your top.

You took a lot of pride in your beauty, you were very aware of your looks and you knew everyone who you encountered in your life found you pretty. It is obvious to the public’s eye, it’s an undeniable beauty. You were always one to spend hours and hours to make yourself look the best for the most simple activities, you just never knew when you’ll have a pleasant encounter. If needed, anyone could spot you from a mile away with your (mostly pink) bright and sparkly clothes and the big white bows that held your hair in many ways, adorning it in the prettiest way. 

Anyone who didn’t know personally would say you were an airhead and a little bit dumb. It’s not your fault people talk about boring stuff that you know nothing about. The way your big doe eyes stared into the nothingness when you listened to someone talk about complex topics revealed that, in fact, there were no thoughts in that pretty head of yours. People often perceive you as someone unintelligent, when that wasn’t true at all, you are just a tiny bit slow. You consider yourself pretty successful seeing that you were in your dream college studying dentistry. You loved going to classes and socializing with people you knew in college. Making friends wasn’t a problem for you, always being a social butterfly since you were a little girl, but sadly there were girls who were mean to you, which often makes you pout to Heeseung when one of them frowns and tells you off, asking him why were they so mean and he just reassures you that they are jealous of your beauty and the fact you were able to score the hottest guy in college, which was not a lie, to be honest. 

You loved Heeseung very much, even if you guys weren’t an official item you didn’t see other people and some girls in your school didn’t take that lightly. Both of you had a reputation for sleeping around but in different ways. Heeseung was known for going to parties and just fucking anyone who had a vagina, but never taking them seriously, only seeing them as one time hook-ups. While you were just known for being a hot bimbo who often liked to thank people for favors in a more fun way than usual, like for example, when Jeongin helped you fix your pc setup and you kissed his dimpled cheek and suddenly you were kissing his dick, it happens sometimes and you were fine with that. You had no shame about your sexuality, you were free to do whatever you wanted and to have sex with whoever you pleased.

Getting up from your seat in front of your big vanity, you walked to where your bunny’s cage was. Daisy was your cute bunny, a gift from a previous relationship. You petted her little head promising her cuddles and snacks when you came back. After greeting her goodbye you grabbed your things for class and made your way out of your apartment as your car keys jiggled in your hand.

Reaching campus, obviously only after getting a muffin from the local cafe, you 

sighed getting mentally ready for classes. Smiling to yourself, you composed your posture while manifesting the best day you could ever have, not wanting anything or anyone to ruin the perfect mood you woke up with.

As soon as you walked in the hallway you heard people greet you, which you returned with your sweet toothy smile and a wave. Your sweet vanilla scent filled the area and the heels from your platform shoes could be heard, making people’s heads turn to you.

“Hey y/n, love the skirt!” a girl you recognized from biology class said, as she complimented you, making you smile at her and tell her a high pitched thanks in return. You kept walking as more people greeted you. Popularity wasn’t something you seeked but it was something you had, maybe a consequence of your looks or your bubbly personality, which was something people usually took advantage of. It wasn’t something that bothered you in the beginning, when you were unaware of some girls’ intentions with you when they approached you so suddenly asking to be friends with you, but soon, you realized how you were being used by them so they could get with a guy they wanted or just to try and be as popular as you were. Even so, you kept up the nice and humble personality you always had, hence why you were so known amongst students, always showing availability to help others that sometimes wasn’t given in return, making your big heart break a little.

Looking at the time on your phone, it marked 9:30am and you were relieved to see you had a lot of time until class started. You came early today to spend a little time with Heeseung, since your classes didn’t start until 11am. You made your way to the campus cafeteria that was mostly empty aside from people like you who only had classes later in the morning. You sat at a table that had two seats, since Heeseung would arrive at any moment now, knowing him he probably went to hit the gym before meeting you. You decided to distract yourself by playing games on your phone.  As you were doing so, someone walked towards you, making you look up at them. In front of you was one of Heeseng’s teammates that was one year above you, one that he had warned you about, but you being you, still smiled at him.

“Hey, princess. Fancy seeing you here alone.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you that sounded different when it came from Hee’s mouth, but still you kept the smile nonetheless. “Hey, Jihoon! Yeah, it’s nice seeing you too!” You were trying your best not to sound rude, the glint in his eyes didn’t hide his intentions with you. 

Flirting with guys for fun is almost a hobby for you, or an old one. Since you started your thing with Heeseung it didn’t happen that much, except in situations where you needed free drinks or discounts at your favorite make up store. Still, you know when to and not to do it and right now, it’s a case where it’s preferable if you don’t do it and it’s making you really nervous. Jihoon had a reputation for stealing other guys’ girls but never in his life did he do it to any of his teammates, especially to Heeseung. He knew it could take his spot in the team away and he worked his ass off to get where he is right now. Besides, everyone knows better than to mess with Heeseung, who was also known for giving good ass beatings when needed to, but at this moment he seemed to forget about it or just didn’t care at all. 

Looking behind Jihoon you noticed his friend group seated in a table further from yours, meaning this was probably a planned encounter from their side. Jihoon’s chuckle brought you back to reality, making you look back at him.

“Couldn’t help but notice you look so pretty from afar and even prettier now that i got a closer look.” 

“Thanks! I worked really hard on my makeup today.” You answered him looking up at him with your doe eyes, trying to keep up the sweet tone in your voice. Before you and Heeseung started whatever you had going on, Jihoon already claimed you as his “friend” and you did too! In your head the comments he made for you were nothing but nice compliments friends gave each other, but when Heeseung found out about it he didn’t seem happy to know and almost scolded you to stay away from him because boys like him never had good intentions with you. The sound of the cafeteria’s door opening didn’t make Jihoon look back but it made you look, praying it was finally Heeseung, and thankfully your prayers were answered as he walked in looking around, probably trying to find you. You could hear Jihoon’s voice, but you paid him no attention as you saw Heeseung’s face frown when he spotted the man in front of you. Your heart started beating a little faster, as you anticipated the possible interaction between the two men.

“Say how about you and I spend some time alone this Fri-” 

Jihoon was quickly cut by the sound of a chair scraping against the ground. He looked to where it came from only to see Heeseung sitting while looking at him with a raised brow. Jihoon stood in his place, obviously not expecting to see your boyfriend, thinking you were gonna be here alone.

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to see here, so might as well make your way out and leave.” 

Jihoon opened his mouth to say something but he decided it was best to not say anything for the sake of his football career. As he turned in his heels to walk away, Heeseung got up and grabbed the other man’s shoulder, leaning down to his height and muttering in his ear “I really hope this is the last time I see you talk to her or even come close to it. You and I both know better than letting this happen again, don’t we?” Jihoon’s eye slightly twitched as he shrugged Heeseung’s hand off his shoulder and walked away from where you were.

Heeseung sat back, an angry frown adorned his face. “You took too long!” You said after checking it was already 10am, as you slightly pouted at him while eating the small piece that was left from your muffin. “What did I tell you about Jihoon? I thought I had warned you about him, or did I?” From the way he was talking you could see he was not a little bit happy with the situation but it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t just be rude to him. ��It’s not my fault Hee, besides he did nothing, he was just complimenting me!” Heeseung just seemed to get angrier with your answer, making a pout make its way back to your plush lips. “Y/n, how many times do i need to tell you what his intentions are, geez!” Y/n, he only called you that when he was mad. Why is he getting mad at you when it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to get mad at him, but the way he was acting with you hurt you a little. You felt your eyes water slightly. “Look Heeseung, I know how to protect myself, I don't need you to warn me about Jihoon or anyone, besides he never did anything to me!” You felt bad talking with him like that, but you weren’t a helpless child, you were a little slow but not dumb. Heeseung’s frown deepened after hearing your words, he should be the one getting mad not you at him. “I don't want to keep having this conversation with you. I’m leaving now.” Heeseung grabbed his bag as he got up to leave. Words weren’t coming out of your mouth no matter how many times you opened it to talk and ask him to stay. As the cafeteria’s door slammed close you felt your eyes water with tears as you flinched at the sound. Pouting your lips, you started wondering why he got so mad when you did nothing wrong. 

You understood he was being protective of you but it still broke your heart into pieces when his loud voice echoed back in your mind. A single tear fell from your eyes making you quickly but carefully wipe it so as to not ruin your makeup that you put extra effort in. You grabbed your mini mirror from your bag as you checked your face, smiling when it was still intact. You grabbed your stuff as you decided to text your friends to check if it was available since your class wasn’t until 40 minutes.

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“And he got really mad at me when it wasn’t even my fault!” 

Chaewon and you were sitting in the benches in the open area of campus as you were telling her about this morning's events. Chaewon has been your friend since you entered college and both of you seemed to click instantly when you met at the dorm that both of you decided to move out from, getting your own apartments. You both shared everything with each other, she was your ride or die and shopping partner. She was the first one to know when Heeseung slid in your dm’s and she wasn’t so happy about it. Knowing about his reputation, she always told you to be careful afraid you might get hurt but you always reassured her that he was treating you nicely and after a year of going out with him she stopped nagging about the boy. Hearing this story, Chaewon wanted to give a I warned you type of scolding, but she held herself back seeing you teary eyed as you spoke. She let out a sigh as she put down the cereal bar she was eating. 

“Look I really want to tell you that I knew this would happen but I won't. He is being a complete asshole and don’t you dare run to him, he is the one who should be apologizing and if he really likes you he will.” She grabbed your fidgeting hands as she kept talking “Besides, as much as it hurts me to admit it, in a whole year Heeseung never did anything to hurt you and even though this doesn’t justify his behavior, he probably was acting out of jealousy I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean to let it out on you.” You sighed as you looked at her slightly smiling. “Yeah I know that but he still hurt me a lot.” You said as you sniffled and held your tears back. “Anyway, class is almost starting so I’ll get going and you should too.” Chaewon said as she got up and grabbed her things, waiting for you to do the same. You bid her goodbye and made your way to where your class was.

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You had your head propped in your head as you tried to understand what the teacher was saying, but his words were nothing but background noise as you couldn’t stop thinking about Heeseung. You grabbed your pen as you started to take notes, midterms were close and you couldn’t afford to fail. As you were focused on the teacher's explanation you heard your phone buzz in your bag but ignored it and kept focusing on class. You kept writing and the buzz continued making some heads turn into your direction. You muttered an apology as you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you, seeing Heeseung’s name on your screen.

hee💘: meet me in the boy’s bathroom on the 2nd floor

hee💘: now

You kept staring at his texts not knowing what to do. Chaewon’s words were replaying in your head “don’t you dare go back to him”. You know you should ignore him, but just once wouldn’t hurt anyone, besides she doesn’t need to know about this. Putting your phone back in your bag along with the rest of your supplies, you got up quietly to not disturb anyone. You felt your hands shaking in anticipation as you walked down the hallway making your way upstairs to the second floor. Your legs felt wobbly as you felt the tight anxious feeling forming in your chest, not knowing what to expect from this encounter. You reached the second floor and looked around trying to find the way to the bathroom. As you were almost reaching your destination, you saw Heeseung from afar leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone. The sound of your steps getting closer made him look up just to find you looking at him with the does he adored so much, making him try his best to not melt right then and there. He put his phone away and stood straight as he looked you up and down, making you gulp, fearing he might say. Heeseung didn’t say anything as pushed you by the wrist, taking you inside the bathroom. You let your things fall to the ground, as he pushed you against the door, his hand reaching behind you to lock the door as the other made its way around your waist. 

Your head was feeling fuzzy as your mind was filled with nothing but Heeseung, the electric feeling of his hands caressing your waist made your heart flutter. Your heart started beating faster as you looked in his eyes, pupils dilated and filled with lust. Your hands slowly made their way around his neck as he leaned his head down to your level. Your noses were touching and he had his forehead touching yours, a small movement would make your lips touch, but still, none of you dared to make a move as you stared into each others’ eyes. 

You were the first to break eye contact as you slammed your lips against his’, not being able to hold it anymore, the tension in the air was heavy and it was making you feel like you were out of breath. Heeseung kissed you back with as much force as you did, both of your lips moving together, fitting like a puzzle piece falling in the right place. You felt one of Heeseung’s hands move down to your butt, squeezing the plump flesh there, making you gasp. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, making you leave a quiet moan inside his own mouth. His tongue moved in sync with yours, entwined and fighting for dominance. Your hands started moving as if on their own, sliding down his body until they reached his belt, pulling his hips against your own. You moaned at the feeling of his slightly hardened length, one of your hands leaving its palace from the belt and coming to his front to rub at his boner, making him hiss in your mouth. 

The room was filled with sounds of your lips smacking against each other along with the sounds you both let out. Hesseung’s hand left your waist as it slowly moved down your torso towards your tight, squeezing the flesh there. His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, the feeling of his hand making your skin crawl with chills as his hand moved further, touching your clothed core, feeling the outline of your slit. His thumb applied pressure in your clit, just enough to make you pull away from the kiss, gasping for air and turning your head away from him. Heeseung started leaving kisses on your neck, reaching for the spot he knew made you crazy as he left marks along the side of it, making you moan out loud at the feeling of his lips along with his thumb on your clit. 

“Already going dumb for me, huh baby?” He said as he smirked against your neck, making you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment. “Nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me now baby. Look at me, baby.” You took your face from his neck, leaning your head back against the door as you looked up at him. Heeseung smiled at you, taking both of his hands to cradle your face against his palms. “You know I love you right?” You nodded, smiling at him, as your face leaned against his touch. “And I love you, Hee, so much.” Heeseung leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, as he left a breathy chuckle. He connected your lips again, swiping his tongue against your lower lip, making you open your mouth as his tongue made its way to yours. His hands started going inside your top, moving up to your bra, as he started massaging your breasts, you started moaning inside his mouth, muffling the sounds you made. 

“Hee, just take my shirt off, please.” You whined against his lips as he chuckled at your eagerness. He pulled away from your lips and pushed your shirt up, taking it off of you with ease. You pulled him to kiss you again, as his hands snaked around your back, unclasping your bra, moving it down your arms and letting it fall freely onto the floor. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, marking the area, leaving trails of spit as he started kissing down to your nipples. His mouth automatically closed around your left nipple, sucking the small nub as his free hand moved to massage and pinch the other. Heeseung’s mouth was making loud wet sounds, mixing in the air with your breathy moans. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction, feeling your underwear stick against your core. 

“Hee, please, I need more.” You whined as you twisted and turned against the door. “Please what baby, need you to be specific, angel.” He said as he moved his mouth to your other boob, a trail of spit connecting it to your now abused boob from all the biting and sucking. You whined in complaint, your brain already not functioning completely as the only thing you could think about now was how much you needed Heeseung’s cock or fingers. “Need your fingers, please Hee, just give me something.” The desperation in your voice was noticeable and Heeseung spent no time in pulling your skirt down along with your panties, leaving you naked aside from your shoes and pink lacy socks that you loved so much. 

Heeseung picked you up and sat you down in one of the toilets inside the stalls. He kneeled down in front of you, putting your legs on his shoulders, giving him a perfect view of your raw and glistening cunt. He licked his lips as he looked at you, seeing the neediness in your eyes. He started kissing the inside of your thighs, alternating between licking and biting the flesh, making you whine at the pleasure the pain gave you. You felt his breath hitting your pussy, making you shiver from the feeling and shudder in anticipation. His thumbs moved to your labia, as they pushed your lips apart, fully exposing you to him. 

“Hee, please, I can’t wait anymore, I beg you.” Your whines were getting louder, leaving little to the imagination of anyone who passed by. “Baby I will do anything you want, but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me?” You nodded, not being able to form coherent words even if you tried. 

Heeseung finally let his mouth fall against your pussy, as his lips found their place around your clit, sucking the swollen nub, making you bite your lip to try to hold back your moans, your hands tangled in his hair, needing something to grasp onto. His tongue started making figure 8 in your nub, your toes curling at the pleasure he was giving you, your mouth fell open into an O shape as breathy moans slipped past your lips. Heeseung’s mouth left your cunt, making you whine at the loss, one of his hands making their way to your gaping hole, rubbing your entrance and slipping a finger inside with ease, thrusting it inside and out. You throw your head back in pleasure and let out a broken whine, making Heeseung’s move come to a halt. Your head coming back up as you looked at him, grinding your hips against his fingers, trying to get him to move. 

“If you don’t keep it downI’ll just stop right here and take care of myself and make you watch, got it?” His threat made you gulp and nod quickly at his words. You gasped as his finger started moving again at a faster pace. “Please, more, Hee. Give me more!” Your voice came out as a whisper, feeling like if you talked louder your voice would betray you. Heeseung complied with your request as he inserted another finger inside your leaking hole. You bring your hands against your mouth, trying to muffle the noises, as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. Your walls were tightening against his fingers as you felt the knot form in your tummy. Heeseung felt that and he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking the poor nub, aiding you to reach your high faster. One of your hands made their way back in his hair, pulling the hair, feeling the knot almost bursting. 

“Hee, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop.” You breathed out as your chest heaved with pleasure. Little high pitched whines started escaping your mouth, getting louder and louder as you got closer. “Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum! Shit Hee, I’m cum-” Your didn’t even get to finish your sentence as you reached your climax, arching your back away from the toilet, feeling your walls pulse aggressively around Heeseung’s fingers. He moaned as he tasted your cum against his tongue, his fingers still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. When you got more calm, Heeseung took his fingers out, pushing them inside your mouth making you lick them clean as his mouth licked your pussy clean, making you choke on his fingers when you tried to gasp from overstimulation. 

Heeseung pulled back, smirking as he looked at your fucked out state. You pulled him by his neck, slamming your lips against his, tasting yourself in his tongue. You both were moaning in the kiss, you needy more and Heeseung needing to relieve the raging boner that was pushing against his pants, almost painfully. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and gasping for air. You looked down to his crotch seeing his boner, now more prominent and definitely rock hard. Poor baby held back this hold time, you thought. 

“Hee, I want to suck you off.”

“There’s no time for that, classes are almost ending and I just want to feel your pussy right now.” 

“But i wan-” Heeseung cut you off by slamming his lips against yours. You instantly fall into his touch, your hands immediately make their way inside his shirt, feeling his abs against your touch. You started to pull his shirt up, making him pull away from you to take it off of him. Your lips connected again, needy moans leaving both of your lips and your noses bumped against each other. Your hands fumbled around his thighs as you finally found his belt and started unbuckling it, undoing his button to finally push his pants down enough to reveal his boxers, both too needy to take them off completely. Your hands palmed and squeezed his cock, making him groan against your lips and roll his hips against your hand. your hands wrapped around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, freeing his cock making it slap against his abs, staining them with pre cum. You pulled away from him to look at his cock, mouth watering at the sight before you. You never had seen such a pretty cock, curved just the perfect way, with one vein adorning the underside, going from the base to the tip. You raised your hand to wrap around the base, tightening it around his member and moving it up until it reached the tip, watching as a bead of cum spilled from his tip. You started moving your hand up and down his length, making him hiss as he threw his head back. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me.” He said as he looked at you, making you smile sweetly at him, feeling fuzzy on the inside as you kept your movements steady. “Shit. Baby, come here, if I don't get inside you right now I’ll go crazy.”

Heeseung picked you up once again, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the wall. Your hands were around his neck as he grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yeah, go on.” 

With your consent, Heeseung slid himself inside you with ease, a slick sound echoing in the stall as he buried himself completely inside you, making you open your mouth as a silent moan left your mouth as he put his face on the crook of your neck. He started moving at a slow pace, making you throw your head against the wall from the delicious feeling his cock gave you. His slow movements never faltered, not failing to make you squirm in his hold, but still you needed more.

“Hee, please faster.” You pleaded, needing more from him.

“You’re one needy slut, aren’t you? Always asking for more, mnh?” 

Despite his words, Heeseung adjusted your position in his arms before he started slamming his hips against yours. Instantly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds that escaped your lips. The sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed in the stall and could possibly be heard by anyone standing close to the door outside. Gasps were leaving your lips, combining with Heeseungs low groans against your own neck. The squelching sound coming from your pussy was like music to Heeseung’s ears, making his dick twitch inside you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails scratched down his back enough to make it bleed a little and your brain was numb from all the pleasure you had received today, feeling grateful for Heeseung and his perfect cock. 

Heeseung changes his position slightly, making the tip of his cock hit the spongy spot inside you, making you clench tightly against his throbbing cock.You were bouncing up and down in his length, your tits bouncing right in front of his face, making his lean down to put on of your nipples in his mouth. The feeling of his tip repeatedly hitting that spot along with the friction his pelvis caused against your clit, made you feel the familiar knot form again, making you lean back fully against the wall as Heeseung’s thrusts started getting sloppy, meaning he was also close.

“Heeseung I’m going- fuck”

“I know, baby, me too. Cum with me, baby. Can you do that?” You nodded at his words, feeling yourself clench again. Heeseung’s hand came down to where your bodies met and he started rubbing your clit in fast motions, making you get closer to your high. Your breath started getting quicker with each thrust. Your tits bouncing with every movement you and him made.

“Fuck. Hee, I’m so close, shit!” You said as you felt your clit pulsating. “Shit, come for me baby, fuck.”

You did as he said as you felt yourself cum, gushing your essence all over his cock. Your legs were shaking and your hands were squeezing his biceps as you. His release coming right after yours, feeling his cum paint your walls, the warm liquid starting to form a white ring around his base. Heeseung moaned as you both rode out your highs, hissing from the slight overstimulation.  He slowly pulled out of you, watching as your pussy filled with his cum started slowly leaking.

The post climax reality was hitting you and you felt a pang in your chest, reminding yourself that you should be mad and hurt at him. Heeseung felt the shift in your mood, knowing very well why you were feeling like this. Before he did anything, he helped you clean up, grabbing toilet paper to clean your thighs and cunt, making you hiss from how sensitive you still were, which made him whisper a small apology before he kissed your cheek. After you both were clean you picked the clothes scattered across the floor, leaving the stall you checked yourself in the mirror seeing you red and slightly sweaty, ready to make the walk of shame as you heard the bell ring just in time.

Before you could leave Heeseung grabbed your hand making you look at him.

“Um listen, you probably think I'm a jerk right now, which you have all the right to, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry. What I did to you was not right, I was acting out of pure jealousy but it doesn’t mean I should have let it out on you. I love you and I am sorry, angel.” He said as he looked down ashamed at himself. You smiled at him, happy that he was able to recognize his mistake. “I forgive you Heeseung, even if you hurt me a lot. What you did left me really sad and hurt, but we both know I love you too much to not forgive you. Now we should get going, everyone is leaving class.” Heeseung nodded at you grinning like an idiot in love as he bent down to your height, giving you a long peck, making you smile in the kiss. 

Heeseung grabbed your hand and unlocked the door as you both made your way out. When Heeseung opened the door, he was faced with a student who just wanted to use the bathroom ,ready to push past him until he saw you behind the taller man. You looked up and smiled, waving your manicured hand at him.

“Hi Jihoon!”

#enhypen smut #enha smut #lee heeseung fanfic #lee heeseung #lee heeseung smut #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours #heeseung x reader #heeseung x yn #heeseung x you #enhypen lee heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #heeseung enha #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #enhypen jake smut #sunghoon smut #jongseong smut #jake sim smut #sim jake smut #sunghoon x reader #enhypen jay x reader #sim jake x reader #jake sim x reader

[coffee-seed]

Valentine's day

Day 1: Neuvillette, Zhongli, Alhaitham

Warning: blood (on zhongli part), angst no comfort.

a/n: Valentine should be romantic and happy, but I hate those :)

Neuvillette

The Iudex of Fontaine always maintains the Fontaine rule as its number two priority, wait shouldn't it be number one? the other number has been filled in by his lovely wife of course. after married for a few years, he's now a bit understanding of human feelings, thanks to his wife teaching him about human emotions.

There's always a special day every year he always celebrates with you, like valentine, but valentine this year is different. you recently got an commission and it was a week before valentine's, he told you not too but you were stubborn enough to listen to him, so you leave and never come back. he thought you had finally left him for good because of his behavior, but no, you were actually attacked on the way home and disappeared. The fontaine has been raining for a week

But after a year passed since you last found, a researcher found your body frozen inside a block of ice, it's like you've been given cryo vision before the death took you, leaving you trapped inside this huge ice block. they took you back to fontaine to melt the ice block, after it melt everything look just fine only bruise and no deep wound, neuvillette or your husband heard this news and immediately left his job and immediately came to your side. he found you now, it's just you fell into a deep coma for quite a long time.

the Fontaine has been raining for a month straight, how strange.

Zhongli

Zhongli the most knowledgeable man you ever meet and married, he looks like a walking library that always filled with history. Valentine day is a must for you, so he always suprise you with an expensive dinner date and new outfits, we know who's mora he used.

Another Valentine's Day, but this time he wants to take you to the special place he has planned, Qinyung Peak. even though that place is full of unforgettable memories to him, he has you now he thought. he said he would go first to Qinyung peak to prepare everything and has given you a route to get there.

He thought this valentine day would be like the other year, always perfect, but don't get expectations too high he said. He realized that you hadn't come yet, even though it was already past the estimated time, he had feeling that something bad has happen, he immediately left the place and went to get you. and sure enough, he found you covered in blood on one of the rocks there, whoever killed you just woke up the former Geo Archon.

Let's say there is a powerful earthquake for more than a week until the culprit is found.

Alhaitham

people who don't know Alhaitham of course think he doesn't have a partner for valentine's day, oh but they are wrong. There is one person who is so attached to Alhaitham that many people think it is his younger siblings, even though it's not, Alhaitham is not the type of person who shows pda so your relationship is well kept secret till now.

Valentine's day has come, and you are planning to give your dear boyfriend a new book and of course chocolate too! when you knock at his door, you can hear his voice telling you to come in, he knows it's you when knocked, you have your way to knock.

You opened the door to his office and closed it again to give both of you privacy. approaching him, you handed him the new book and the chocolate at the same time, but he didn't turn to look at your gift, just told you to put the gift on the table and leave the room.

You thought that he was busy and didn't want to be disturbed, so you kiss his cheek and said goodbye to him. The next day, Alhaitham didn't come to your house to get his lunch box, so because you are a kind partner, you chose to bring his lunch box. When passing through the akademiya hall, you hear the students there talking about the acting grand sage who threw away his Valentine's chocolate.

You immediately stopped in your tracks and looked at the lunch you wanted to bring for him, 'is he going to throw it away like he did the chocolate you made yesterday?' because you were afraid that he would actually do it, you chose to give Alhaitham's lunch to his old senior Kaveh so that no food is wasted. at lunch break, Alhaitham doesn't care if he forgets to get his lunch...

it's just how Kaveh got his lunch box?

Part 2?

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin angst #alhaitham x reader #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x you #neuvillette angst #zhongli angst #alhaitham angst

[elliesflower]

i saw you in a dream [5]

summary; you attend ellie's open mic performance. and meet her...roommate.

chapter; 5/? 3.1k words

cw (per chapter); recreational marijuana usage, language

an; hi lol. i love u guys, thank you endlessly for dealing with my slow updating of this story. anyways, i think this may be my favorite chapter yet, please let me know what you think! i love a good cliffhanger ;) (as always, find it on ao3 here)

chapter 4 here

Friday came entirely too quickly—you breezed through your last final exam on Thursday, which left you way too much time to anxiously anticipate your upcoming…event.

“Date!” Dina exclaimed. “Ellie asked you to go because she likes you, it’s practically a date,” she singsonged, twirling a piece of hair around her finger childishly.

“Yes, because I’m sure we’ll have so much time to talk one-on-one and gaze longingly into each other’s eyes in between performances,” you replied sarcastically, continuing to rummage through your closet. “And, you don’t know that she likes me, maybe she just asked me because I was right there.”

“Okay, for someone so smart, sometimes you’re a little stupid,” Dina said, and you shot her the most evil side eye you could manage. “Ellie may or may not like you like that, but she likes you enough to invite you to something that sounds personal and important to her. This is your in! Now, you just have to get flirty.”

“‘Get flirty?’ Do you even know me at all?” You scoffed, turning to face her. “I am, like, the most awkward human being on the planet.”

“Okay, I take it back,” Dina laughed, standing up. “Let’s just focus on finding you an outfit.”

“What the hell do you even wear to an open-mic?” You complained, turning back to continue looking through your closet. 

“You could wear something of mine, if you want,” she suggested.

“Uh, no thank you,” you smiled, pulling out a plain black mock-neck from the depths of your closet, turning around and holding it up to your chest.

“Hey!” Dina gasped. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“No offense, but I don’t really think…whatever look you have going on is the one for me.” It’s not that you didn’t like the way Dina dressed, rather, you really did like it—but expressing yourself through clothing had always been hard for you, sticking to more muted tones, blacks and greys. Dina’s wardrobe was loud and colorful, she always looked so put together, and she never seemed to wear the same thing twice. You admired it, really, but still found yourself gravitating towards more basic clothing.

“Whoever said saying ‘no offense’ actually makes a statement any less offensive needs their ass beat, to be honest,” she replied casually, and you could hear her sorting through hangers in her own closet. “Just try this, at least. It would look nice with that shirt, I promise!” She was shoving a colorful chunky-knit cardigan into your hands before you could protest, and you grimaced. 

“I don’t know Dee,” you held up the sweater, contemplating. “I never wear stuff like this.”

“Just put the damn sweater on and let’s go!” She smiled at you. “Don’t you want good seats?”

You rolled your eyes, but went to look in the mirror nonetheless. “As if there’ll be a fight for front row seats at a college open-mic.”

“Oh perfect,” she sighed exaggeratedly before rummaging in her desk drawer. “Then you agree, you have time to split this with me before we leave?” She held up a small, white tube, and you pursed your lips. 

“Okay, fine,” you gave in, quickly pulling your shirt off over your head before pulling on the black long-sleeve. 

“Just one hit.”

—

You did not, in fact, take just one hit. It was more like four. Or five…or six, or who could keep track, really?

It seemed like a good idea, a little something to take the edge off, maybe soothe the bundle of nerves that had formed in your stomach and in your brain and in your chest at the thought alone of seeing Ellie—god forbid, having to make conversation with her.

And while it did help a little, you hadn’t smoked as much as Dina, so it still felt as though your heartbeat grew louder with each step toward the theater. All that stood between you and Ellie—and, well, a handful of other attendees and performers—was a short corridor. 

“It’ll be okay, just chill out,” Dina tried to subdue you, and her voice was thickened by her intoxication, slower and almost more serious. Her eyes were low as she smiled over at you, bumping into your shoulder softly. 

“Thank you, Dina, because telling someone to chill out always works so well,” you quipped, shaking your head as she led you through the doors. Though, you did try to chill out, as it were, taking a deep breath and sliding the sleeves of the oversized cardigan up your forearms, nervously tugging at the neck of your long sleeve, fidgeting with anything you could think of to distract you from—

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you ran directly into a body around the corner, staggering backwards slightly before someone was gripping your arms, keeping you steady. Your eyes trailed up the body before you were met with—oh god, “Ellie!”

“We have to stop meeting like this,” she laughed melodically, smoothing her hands down your biceps before flashing her teeth at you. The chatter of the other attendees faded into the background as you felt your body heat up under her stare, painfully aware of her hands that were still on your arms. 

You could do nothing but let out an awkward laugh in response, nodding your head as she took her hands away. Dina cleared her throat obnoxiously from behind you and you turned your head to give her a look that you hoped conveyed: please for the love of god save me.

“Hi, I’m Dina by the way, or you probably know me as ‘the roommate,’” she said, sticking out her hand past you for Ellie to shake, and you had to admire her confidence for a second, the way she could unapologetically be herself in any situation. You’d think that from spending so much time with her, some of that confidence would have rubbed off on you, but no, you were still just…you.

“Nice to meet you, Dina,” Ellie smiled, and her voice was laced with honey, rich and slow spilling from her lips. She reached her hand past you to shake Dina’s, and you moved out of the way slightly.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Dina dropped her hand and stood next to you now. You looked over at her in shock, and you hoped the shaking of your head and wide eyes weren’t noticeable. 

“Uh, not so much,” you laughed nervously, trying to subtly kick Dina’s ankle. 

“Wow, you really do have that guitar player look to you,” she ignored you, gesturing to Ellie. “I love the tattoo!”

Your eyes were daggers glaring into the side of Dina’s head, but neither her or Ellie seemed to notice—though it was debatable whether that was good or bad. Ellie chuckled, instinctively looking down at her arm and holding it out as if to show it off. You felt like sinking into the floor, watching her arm flex as she rotated it, skimming her fingers down the length of her forearm, tracing the pattern. 

“Thank you,” she was slightly bashful, despite her eagerness to show off. She caught your eye for a moment and—were her cheeks turning red? It is pretty warm in here with all these bodies…yeah, that’s it. 

“Well, anyways, nice to finally meet you Ellie, I’m gonna go grab a snack,” Dina smiled politely between both you and Ellie, before patting your shoulder and slipping away. Oh god, why would she leave you to talk to her alone?

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she said, and suddenly everything was fading away again. You took a moment to look down at her outfit, trying to be as discreet as possible. She adorned a light blue flannel, cuffed just above her elbows and a pair of dark Levi’s—her hair was pulled back, save for a few pieces that fell loosely around her face, which you noticed she tucked hastily behind her ear when a strand tickled her nose before she said, “I love that sweater, by the way.”

Dina was going to have a field day with that one. 

“Oh, thank you!” You exclaimed, instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself. She smiled at you before continuing. 

“Anyways, I’m up last, so don’t feel like you have to stay for the whole thing, if you get bored or anything,” she explained, pointing at the stage behind her. “I’m just glad you could make it.”

On the inside, you were swooning, your eyes were in the shape of hearts and you wanted to reach out and embrace her—you wanted to smell that warm vanilla musk and the earthy savor of weed, you wanted to tell her you wanted nothing more than to spend all your time with her, know her inside and out, you wanted it all. 

“No, no, I came here for you,” you said instead, making fists around the material of your sweater and smiling at her. “Of course I’ll stay.” 

Ellie’s face flushed again, and you continued to insist it was due to the heat of the room. She glanced behind her, and you followed her gaze to see Dina filling up a plate with what looked like one of everything from the table. 

“I should go get ready,” Ellie mumbled before turning back to you. “Why don’t you go grab some snacks with Dina and I’ll catch you after the show?” She sounded hopeful. You nearly choked. 

“Yes, I’ll be here!” Of course you’ll be here, where the hell else would you be? You mentally face-palmed yourself before she was giving you a smile and disappearing into the crowd. You took a deep breath and made your way to the snack table, where Dina was still loading up. 

“Oh, hey!” She said when she finally saw you. 

“Hey, thanks so much for embarrassing the hell out of me,” you complained, stealing a cheese square off of her plate. 

“Embarrassing you? Please, I was helping you,” she laughed before stuffing a grape into her mouth. “And it kinda worked, didn’t it? I set you up for a nice little chat with your girlfriend.”

“Oh, shut up,” you bumped her shoulder, but you couldn’t fight the warmth that climbed up the back of your neck. “Let’s go grab a seat.”

The acts that preceded Ellie were actually entertaining—a few songs, a poem or two, and a stand-up act that wasn’t…terrible. Not to say it was good but…you know. 

And then the host, who you assumed was Ellie’s roommate, was waltzing back on to the stage as the audience applauded, her short black hair reflecting almost blue in the spotlight. She was eclectic, all mismatched patterns and silver jewelry that hung from her neck and her wrists and her ears. She was funny and vibrant, commanding the attention of everyone in the room every time she stepped onto the stage to introduce the next act. 

“Alright folks, please give a warm welcome to my best friend, the one and only, Ellie Williams!” She tucked her microphone under her arm before clapping, moving out of the way of the small stool that was behind her. Best friend? Ellie had only said she was her roommate. 

But it didn’t matter, because Ellie was walking on to the stage with her guitar in hand, smiling nervously at the crowd. You clapped as loud as you could, trying to reposition your body so that you could see her slightly better over the heads in front of you, though you doubted she could see you from your seat somewhere in the middle row. 

“Uh, good evening, everyone,” Ellie started, positioning herself on the stool and pulling the microphone down to her level. “I’m gonna sing a little song for you guys, if that’s cool.” There was a bit of scattered applause and Dina whooped loudly from beside you. You smacked her with the back of your hand. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest, partly from the excitement at getting to see Ellie perform, and partly from your second-hand stage fright. Even though you weren’t the one performing, you always seemed to absorb the nerves of the performer, just waiting for them to make a mistake, even if you didn’t want them to. You especially wanted this to go well for Ellie, and you bounced your leg nervously as she positioned her guitar in her lap. 

She strummed the first few chords and you nearly had a heart attack.

C, A-minor, F-major. You could probably play those in your sleep, now. 

“Holy shit,” Dina whispered from beside you, and of course, she knew too, from the hours and hours you spent listening to the song, practicing the song, getting taught the song. 

“Did I drive you away?

I know what you'll say

You say, ‘Oh, sing one we know,’

“Dina,” you whispered back, leaning into her, but not being able to peel your eyes away from Ellie. “Is that…?” But you already knew the answer. 

“Dude. She’s so. Into you.”

“But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do,

You couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread across your face as you leaned back up, watching Ellie lose herself in the song. Suddenly, you were back in her room, the air thick and heavy, watching her sing softly and strum along when she thought you weren’t watching—that little crease between her eyebrows and the dreamy look in her eyes as she sang with the voice of a thousand angels. 

Maybe you had a hard time believing Ellie was into you, but she picked this song knowing you would be here. There was no denying that. 

“La, la, la, la, o-oh

La, la, la, la, o-oh,

The song ended entirely too soon, and she was smiling, standing up and adjusting the microphone back into a higher position. Applause was erupting from every side of you and you clapped as though you were the only person in the room, as if she could see the intensity in which you showed your recognition and your appreciation and your utter giddiness. 

The host was waltzing on stage again before you knew it, and gave Ellie a hug. You ignored the jealous twinge in your heart, for god’s sake you had literally hung out one time, and the applause continued as she thanked everyone for coming, wrapping her arm around Ellie’s waist and requesting one last round of applause for all the performers. You continued clapping, watching Ellie raise her guitar in the air like a glass of champagne for a toast, before the host whispered something in her ear that made her smile. You again ignored the skip of your heart, instead focusing on Dina’s hand gripping your arm. 

“Oh my god, you have to go say something to her, ask her out, something! The suspense is literally killing me,” she whined, pulling you along as the lights slowly turned back on and people shimmied out of the aisles. 

“I can’t just ask her out, it’s not that easy for me,” you replied.. You wished it was easy for you, you wished you could be more like Dina, just walk right up to her and say: I think I really like you, and we should go out sometime. But your anxiety paralyzed you, rendered you completely helpless when it came to love and lust.

“I swear dude, if I have to sit through any more of your pining and love songs I might request a roommate swap,” Dina said, leading you back to the snack table. “She likes you. And if you can’t see that at this point I don’t know what else to say.” You pouted a bit, like a petulant child, crossing your arms over your chest and surveying the room. Before you could even formulate a response, Ellie was emerging from a group of people who had gathered opposite the table. You quickly uncrossed your arms as she caught your eye and made her way toward you. 

“Oh look, who would have guessed,” Dina muttered, popping a grape into her mouth. She smiled exaggeratedly at Ellie before grabbing a handful of crackers. “I’ll leave the two of you to talk,” and you wished so badly you could flip her off without it being obvious. 

“Hey,” Ellie said quietly, and her voice was almost timid--a laughable comparison to barely five minutes ago when she had the entire audience wrapped around her finger. 

“Ellie,” you breathed, shifting your weight from one foot to another. “Your song choice was…inspired,” you said, wrapping an arm across your body. She looked down at her feet, and you wondered if her cheeks would be rosy when she looked back up. 

“Oh, yeah,” she looked up at you now, and you were right. Except, it wasn’t actually that warm in here. “Well, it’s a good song, you know.” Her hand went to the back of her neck, just like it had before, and you wanted to pull it away, to intertwine your fingers and just tell her, just tell her you want to go out, somewhere where she doesn’t have to teach you to play guitar and you can just talk, and mentally map the freckles that littered her face and learn about how she got that scar in her eyebrow and find out if she’d rather go to a tea house or a coffee shop and fuck, you had to ask her, now, before you lost the courage and your mouth was moving before your brain could catch up, 

“Ellie, I was wondering if--” 

“There you are, superstar!” A voice suddenly came from behind her, and you recognized it immediately. The host--or I guess, Ellie’s roommate--oops, wrong again, Ellie’s best friend, was appearing behind her, grabbing onto her shoulder and looking at her with admiration. Ellie seemed surprised to see her, somehow, as she turned to face her, plastering on a smile that looked…forced. 

“Oh, hey,” she replied, before the raven-haired girl was pulling her into a hug. You stood awkwardly as they embraced, looking down at the ground in an attempt to seem casual. Oh god, you couldn’t believe you were actually about to ask Ellie out on a date. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” the girl said abruptly, pulling back as if she’d just noticed your presence. She left an arm around Ellie’s waist, and you noticed the way Ellie suddenly appeared tense. Like, in a bad way. 

You offered the girl a small smile and stuck your hand out politely, giving her your name. She took it and shook firmly, her small hand deceivingly strong. Her eyes were painted with thick, black eyeliner, and they raked up and down your body. You felt like shrinking away under her intimidating stare, averting your eyes after a moment.

“Uh, this is Cat, my roommate,” Ellie said after an awkward pause, giving you a sheepish look. 

“And best friend,” she chimed, pulling her hand away. She leaned into Ellie’s side, resting her head on Ellie’s shoulder and using her free hand to pat her chest. 

“Ellie and I go way back.”

chapter 6 here

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams imagine #the last of us #dina tlou #tlou

[creedslove]

hiii CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A COCKWARMING HEADCANON WITH DAVE??? OMGGG OR JAVI, well I dont think javi would be patient enough hahah but I really dave and OMG PIKE WOULD LOVE IT😭😭😭😭 I didnt even know I had that kink just for my Pedro boys only ofc🥺 ily your series qnd your personality, im glad I follow you really, te amooo

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie I love all the options really, but I had to go with Dave, our murder daddy just hits different, doesn't he? He is the one who needs some special loving, ❤️👁️🫦👁️

• you knew Dave well enough to figure out when a mission had been a success or when it hadn't gone well. Technically, all his missions were a success when he came home alive and you were very much thankful for that, but still, sometimes he found problems in the way, such as collateral damage or if he simply got hurt

• Dave tried his best not to bring work home, he knew it wasn't healthy, he liked his home a lighthearted place, full of love and good feelings and not a dead body count over his shoulders, but still there were days he was darker than usual, silent and keeping so much to himself and that was exactly when you knew you had to act

"hey darling"

• you'd approach him quietly, seeing Dave relaxing in the armchair, suit still on, tie hanging loose over his neck and a few unbuttoned places on his shirt, knowing it would catch his attention immediately: Dave was a traditional man, he liked his woman smelling good for him, wearing cute slutty outfits at home, hair looking good and it wouldn't hurt to have some lipstick occasionally

"hey baby girl, I missed you"

• your tired Dave would purr at the same time he would extend his arm towards you and pull you closer to him, already knowing exactly what he wanted and needed, he loved how damn sexy and beautiful you were for him, he constantly thought of how undeserving he was of you, but screw it: he'd learned to be selfish so he was keeping you all for himself

• as you'd come closer and straddle him, you finally saw the bruise on his face and that made your blood boil under your skin: your Dave was so handsome, how dare whoever the asshole who caused that bruise to do that? It was so unfair, but you calmed down, feeling your man's warmth and breathing underneath you, he was alive, which meant whoever was responsible for bruising him was now not only dead but probably beyond recognition

• it shouldn't bother you, but it didn't, life wasn't fair at all, and if you were blessed enough to have Dave, then it was other people's loss anyway

• you lifted the hem of your dress as you sat on his lap; panties were not needed at that moment, only your intimacy and hunger for each other, so you felt strong, gripping hands around your waist at the same time he pulled you for a kiss, a heated on, and in less than you could think of, you were both already making out as teenagers, undressing, squeezing, kissing, nibbling and touching

• Dave's thick fingers went to your sensitive core, spreading your lips apart gently, digits searching for your sweetness as he made sure you were ready, soon enough, he lifted you up and helped you take him entire inside of you

• and so you stayed there, his cock twitching patiently inside of your warm, slippery cunt, while you rested your foreheads together, exchanging kisses, words, and promises, there was no rush in the world, it was the closest he'd ever been to a human being, and it happened to you, because there was no one he would love more than yourself

• eventually, you two would begin moving again, until you found the bliss in each other's arms and body, Dave loved you more than anything in the world, for the most part of his life, he was seen as a monster, but he was no monster to you

• to you, his baby girl, he was just your Dave, the love of your life and your sweet, sweet hitman 💕

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x y/n #dave york fanfiction #dave york fanfic #dave york headcanon #dave york headcanons

[unrequitedloveletter]

The Fire That Burns Within- N.L x fem! reader Prologue

All right! This entire series is going to stem from a request sent in by an anon which I responded to yesterday! This is the prologue and I wanted to wait until I had written five thousand words to post anything. I reached that goal, and now we’re here. 

Right now, counting this chapter, we’re at six chapters so far and while I have no actual conception of how many chapters this series will have, right now we’re looking at a ten chapter minimum and fifteen chapters max. To the anon who’s request became this series, I hope you love it! 

Fic type- this is hurt/comfort 

Warnings-mentions/allusions to death, mentions of attacks on palaces, a mention of what the old ravkan king did to Genya and the Darklings involvement, illusions to trauma

You sighed as you woke, found yourself on a ship that you did not recognize. Genya had helped you organize an escape from him, from the Darkling. You didn’t have your flint on you and you missed it desperately. 

If you had it, you would’ve at least summoned the fire inwardly. You’d barely been awake a minute and you already missed the comfort your fire brought you, the solace and the peace of mind it summoned along with the warmth of fire. 

Perhaps it was good you didn’t have the flint, though. You were straying from everything you’d once known, from the safety and the comfort of the Little Palace because you simply could not bear the thought of being in the same place as the Darkling for a moment longer. You could not continue to fight for the name of a man you knew to be demonic. 

He had Grisha on his side, sure, but you refused to be one of them. Not after you learned what he’d allowed the king to do to one of your closest friends, not after she’d gone to so much effort to tell you there was a place you could go to, a place you could be safe from the Darkling within. 

You sat up, pressed your feet into the hardwood floor, and sighed. You pulled a hand through your hair and let your gaze move skyward. I can do this, you thought. I can abandon him. I can abandon everything if it means I will be safe again. I will never exist under the rule of the Darkling or the rule of a Lantsov king ever again.

You took a moment to catalog your surroundings. The bed you’d slept in was pressed against one wall, a barrel of water to the left and another to the right. There was a dresser pressed against the opposite wall, a door on the left side of the room. Lamps had been hung on either side of the door and were burning high, brightening the room up so that you could see everything within. 

You got to standing, wanted to thank whoever it was who’d given you a replacement for clothes when you noticed they were at the end of the bed you had slept in. It was simple outfitting, an off-white roughspun tunic and a black skirt. There were black boots to go with it, and you smiled when you noticed a flint tucked into the heel of one of the boots. There was no kefta, but you still had the one you’d gotten onto the boat in and you decided that it was enough, though the black threading that signified your alliance to the Darkling would need to be replaced with Inferni red. 

You washed your face with water from one of the barrels, pulled a bit of water through your hair. 

I can do this, you thought again. I can do this. I will do it for Genya, for Zoya, for myself. For every single person who the Darkling killed when he expanded the Fold. I will do it.

You were twenty years old. You had seen a lot in those twenty years, lived through your fair share of palace attacks and the discoveries of saints. You had enough of it for at least three decades and very much would’ve liked to lie down and never be faced with waking up again, but life did not work that way. 

No, it did not. So you woke up. You got changed, you gripped the flint once you’d taken it from the boot you’d found it in. You put the boots on, laced them up, pocketed the flint but kept a grip on it even still, and you willed yourself to walk to the door on the left side of the room.

You opened it. You walked out, headed out from belowdecks and flinched the moment a hand graced your shoulder, your confidence broken. 

You turned to find someone you didn’t know in front of you. “Your friend Genya sent my sister and I,” he said. “My name is Tolya, and to be fair, we were sent for a couple of other Little Palace Grisha seeking asylum anywhere, though we’re going to a spot called the Spinning Wheel. My understanding is that Genya somehow got you a note?”

“Through a string of contacts she had that survived the attack on the Darklings ship. Just a code word to a squaller on a boat, some repetition, and here we are,” you said. “She said that–she said she would try to get me out–thank you for doing this.” 

Tolya gave you a sympathetic smile. “Of course. We’ve got a couple others, too, and we’ll be up in the air in a bit. You can stay out here for the fun of it or you can head back down, try to get some rest before you see her.”

You nodded. “Thank you for your kindness.” 

“You don’t need to thank me for it,” Tolya said. “I don’t like to think about what it must’ve been like living under his rule or having to work for him, but I cannot imagine it was easy or that it was your choice. You have my unending sympathy.”

“You don’t even know my name,” you said.

“It’s Y/N L/N,” Tolya said. “Genya told it to me. She’s missed you Y/N, and it hasn’t been easy for her on any count.” 

“Is she all right, at the very least?” 

“As all right as she can be,” Tolya said. “She’s got David, and he seems like he’s helping.”

You grinned. “I knew he’d catch on eventually. He just had to.” 

Tolya nodded, offered you his arm. You took it. 

Perhaps it would be okay, really. Perhaps, once you made it to the Spinning Wheel, everything would happen and the war would go on but you’d be okay apart from that.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

[yandereloversblog]

Hi :) if you're writing for tokyo revengers can i have a headcanon for Mikey, Ran, Chifuyu and Inupi when their s/o is a pom pom girl/ chearleader ? Like she dance like a girl kpop idol to cute song ? If it's possible <3

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐑𝐚𝐧, 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘, 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: For this request I'd like to think they're sort of dating their darling. Also you didn't specify the timeline so I did this before the Tenjiku arc.

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Mikey has two reasons for going to school, one is to eat lunch with Draken and two is to see you preform your cute little cheers during practice.

Mikey just sits there and stares with a happy grin as you wave the pom poms around so cutely.

You were so sweet, accepting his confession and always willing to show Mikey new moves you learned.

"So adorable~ I'm gonna make you cheer me on whenever I fight you know~"

... Needless to say there are a lot of those fights, just because you dress so cutely others always approach you with the intention of wanting more than just to talk.

Which is why Mikey is always glued to your hips whenever it's humanly possible.

Constant compliments and hugs from him.

Though you'll have to witness a lot of Mikey's violence tendencies because anyone who looks at you is a target.

Mikey isn't above killing someone even know, you think he'll let the pests who keep bothering you go? No.

"My [Y/N]-chin is super cute right?~ Still what gives you the right to lay your disgusting eyeballs on her, huh? Drop dead."

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Loves to get you accessories and outfits so he can see you perform in different styles.

Always playing dress up and takes you out shopping so you can choose whatever you want.

He just drops everything and even drags Rindou with him to see your performance when you say you found a new song you liked.

"You looked so cute darling~ how about you give me a private show after?"

And he's not kidding, Ran may seem laid back but he always monitors your moves, makes sure none of them are too... Showy just incase perverts would be watching you.

Not that it's any trouble, he can fight fuckers and beat them up until death.

But he's a little possessive over you still, so you might have a hickey or two showing each time you preform.

Subtly manipulating you to wear jewelry or clothes with his initials on it.

Just know he's not scared to beat people to death, but fortunately for him everyone just hears Ran's name and stays away from you.

"That's not my blood [Y/N], don't worry~ I just had to take care of someone who was following you a little too closely... I only accept thanks in kisses sweetheart~"

-> 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

This man is putty in your hands-

You give him one text that you're practicing and he immediately rushes over to observe you.

Secretly takes pictures and records on top of the pictures he asks for.

Chifuyu will always cheer you on as well, number one hypeman.

Always provides you with water at the end of practice, a towel too.

"You did amazing as always [Y/N]!"

His personality does a 180 with others tho.

With you: hearts are literally coming off him.

With others: literally glaring 24/7 if they approach you, or even more so interupt your talk with him.

WILL blackmail whoever tries to get close to you. He's not above beating people either.

Killing though?... It's more precise and planned, a lot of research is done and only if someone harassed you, annoyed you and made you uncomfortable.

"This is all for [Y/N] so I don't feel guilty. You pigs should've seen it coming when you decided to annoy my angel."

-> 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

Inui never really had interest in anything other than the Black Dragons.

But for you he was willing to do anything.

And that includes taking an interest in your interests, though he could listen to you talk for hours.

Trying to act surprised when you showed him your cute little hobby of dancing even thought he knew.

"You looked so good, [Y/N]~ can you do that again? If it's alright with you, may I record it?"

Gently cheering you on as you show him the routine you worked so hard on.

Definitely has a hidden room full of your pictures, videos saved in a file for him to enjoy when you aren't with him.

Might've snuck inside your house once or twice and taken a few things-

Anyone who discourages you or causes any negative feelings is immediately a target of Inui's wrath.

Seishu has little care for things that he doesn't have an interest on, so to see annoying bugs hang around you while you're just trying to have fun pisses him off.

"You couldn't just stay in your lane and have minded your own business, why did you have to bother my angel? But if it's for [Y/N] I'm willing to get my hands dirty."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo rev #yandere tokrev #yandere mikey #yandere manjiro sano #yandere ran haitani #yandere chifuyu #yandere seishu inui #yandere inui #yandere chifuyu matsuno

[katyspersonal]

😨 🤥 🕷️ 🌌 about your oc Geranea :з

Thank you for asking about her!! I still really need to draw a proper reference of her hunting outfit and weapon, but for now 80% of my WIPs are visual references and it is slowly destroying me т.т

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

'Fight' reaction is her default! If this is some kind of a wild predator animal (or, a dangerous beast, more appropriately to the context), she will fight without a second of hesitation, and very furiously so! It would apply to dangerous people too, like someone trying to rob or attack. She is that kind of person whose body just "knows" how to fight the exact second there is a reason to. If the threat IS too much for her to take on however, she also soon measures it and knows to run.

It applies in less drastic contexts, too, like someone making her scared or anxious in simply conversations. She defaults to scolding a person that alerted her, angrily, blushing and with her fists balled, and if she realises she picked a dangerous opponent in a conflict (like, say, starting a quarrel with people like Brador or Alfred) she will retreat. It is like a second nature, sensing whether default to fight or make an exception and fight. She has good "instincts"!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Geranea is an okay liar when not a lot is at the stake, she could tell a small lie to keep someone's secret or get them out of trouble but would not lie for a personal gain. But when she got sent into Research Hall she had to lie, a lot. She needed to swipe various tools to help herself and others, avoid various chemicals and procedures, even help the patients that still could be saved...

Her face is not the most emotive (I swear her only expressions are 'tired' or 'angry' xD), but it is her body language that gives her lying away. When the cost of her lie being found out is high she blushes up to her very ear tips, hods hands in fists and overall looks stiff and tense. And, well, you don't want to attract unnecessary attention of cunts like Micolash or Brador of all people.... Since this is so inconvenient, Geranea tricks her own body by 'omitting' rather than straight up lying; comforting herself with how she technically says the truth actually helps her to relax and no longer look suspicious!

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

She has quite generic fears of heights and the dark that not even much more horrifying Yharnam experiences weeded out! She will also dwell quite strongly if she had near-death experience recently (like for example someone's weapon JUST missing her head). The fear of ghosts, however, became a thing of the past after she had to fight several! Previously, they were the exception of her 'fight' reaction, the girl was screaming and running away! I guess it is too bad that she can't punch the height or the darkness in the face, then. xD

After leaving Research Hall by herself at last, her biggest fear became being found and returned to it. She still saw nightmares about it even since Research Hall, from her knowledge, got shut down and retooled into an "Orphanage". Even with her kindness, she tries to 'not think too hard' about the fact that most likely they experiment on children now, only to not deal with feeling like returning there and saving whoever she could is her duty.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Damn, the story of her appearing is actually such a good memory for me, oh my god! I first thought of her back in Summer 2021! Remember how I told that sometimes I am sitting and minding my own business but random memories about Bloodborne lore bits simply 'appear' in my brain, like if I caught a radio frequency? Well, one day, my brain randomly grasped at the link of "hmmm, Valtr's helmet is missing one eye, he curses "freakish slugs and mad doctors", Yamamura was spyoning on dark Healing Church business as he is a summon for Living Failures, Valtr helps fighting Laurence and Ludwig.... I need to check whether Eye Pendant looks like an eye, ONE SECOND-"

So yeah! I also was and still am 'Valtr has both eyes as we are allowed to see' truther but back then it looked like canon rather than just one of the interpretations for me, so that sorta helped x) I decided whoever owned the Iron Helm previously was missing an eye, for the reason of Research Hall taking it, sought Valtr's help (as a cop??? xD) with their shady business and was significant enough in Valtr's life to make her associated item a symbol of League's mission!

.....and this was just me trying to look like I was super planned from the start lol. x) BEFORE this tangent, I already fell for guilty pleasure of wanting to make an OC deceased member of the League, just ask @val-of-the-north! I loved the concept of her dealing primarily with plant-like "filth", since flowers and alike in Bloodborne are a symbol of reaching for the skies for salvation and many corpses, especially in Hunter's Nightmare and Dungeons, sprout mold or flowers from their bodies. They grow from blood, everyone's blood has human dregs, blablablabla.

But after the Research Hall idea I soon decided to combine the characters into one! Again, back then, existence of previous Iron Helm owner felt extremely apparent for me, I was a sweet summer child (literal summer lol) yet to learn just HOW few things in Bloodborne are indisputable :/ And I wanted to breathe life in an "mentioned character" (in Iron Helm description) more than I wanted an OC, at least back then! ...then I screwed myself over with the idea that maybe this helmet is Djura's wielder helmet (it even misses the same eye!), and THEN I screwed myself over more thinking that maybe two-eyed Valtr we see is a snapshot by "Flora of the Moon and the Hunt" of his most efficient stage of life. And THEN Val had to battle me on still keeping Geranea because I deserved one (1) break from fiddling with "the most reasonable" theory instead of just taking it easy fdhfhds

She also was a she from the very start because I just like female characters, but initially her hair was black. I always associated her with cyan/aqua color though, especially darker tones. I guess dark red hair felt like a good contrast in the end!

Thank you for letting me talk about Geranea!

#bloodborne #bloodborne oc #ask replies #geranea #damn does she really have a cool title to go with her name? I dunno #doodles

[bromeoanddudeliet]

8 and 12!

Thank you for responding!! 😭💖 I love your art btw!! You’re such a big inspiration!!

#8: After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

(This might come as a surprise but I haven’t actually played the epilogue yet 😭)

I’d like to think Tesni would go on a pilgrimage of sorts trying to reconnect with nature and her mentor’s Druidic teachings. After her personal quest, she becomes the chosen of Selûne, I think she’d try and reconnect with her Godess as well, after so many years apart. She also works with the council? Whoever’s in charge of Baldur’s Gate, after the whole mess with The Absolute, to help reconstruction efforts throughout the city.

And when that’s said and done she settles down, gets married to Astarion, and they live comfortably off of the significant amount of gold they found throughout their adventures. She researches cures for Astarion’s vampirism too (and for Karlach cuz I’m delusional and I refuse to accept that she dies or goes back to Avernus forever), I mean who better than a Druid to fix and otherwise permanent affliction lol 😌💅✨ Tesni and Astarion also have a daughter named Moon who is a sorcerer being trained in magic by Gale. 😜

Here’s a lil doodle of what her end game outfit looks like (it’s supposed to look like her mentor’s outfit but a little bit different) 🌝:

#12: Does your Tav have any tattoos or scars? Why?

// TRIGGER WARNING: I’m gonna talk a little bit about self-harm so if you struggle with self-harm I just want to warn you now before you read!! It’s not too serious but I want to make sure everyone stays comfortable!! //

Tesni has a variety of scars, a lot of them stem from her background as a Druid. Scars from animals, from when she was a kid running around in the woods, and one time she got shot in the shoulder by a magic arrow (I’m not gonna name names but we can all guess who missed mid battle 😒🦇) She also has panther spots, because I thought it would be cool, but also because her main wildshape animal is a panther.

Her other scars come from periods in her life where she felt hopeless or otherwise in bad straights. A little tidbit into her lore, when Tesni was young she had quite a few of her close family and friends pass away (in unfortunate ways). She’s always blamed herself for not being smart enough, brave enough, or strong enough to stop the circumstances leading up to their deaths (a part of why Tesni had a difficult relationship with her patron, Selûne. Tesni partly blames the gods, mainly Selûne, for not stepping in. Tesni’s mother was also a Selûnite, and when she died, Tesni’s inner conflict as well as her conflict with the Gods spiraled downwards from there).

Tesni spent a lot of her adolescence on the streets scrounging for food and money, many of those nights, she went cold or hungry. Eventually she became numb to her own comfort, and took jobs no one else would, leading into her being kidnapped by Mindflayers at the beginning of Bg3. That’s why Tesni wears sleeves on her arms, to hide her scars. Partly because she doesn’t want people to pity her, partly because she still feels their sting, and hiding them helps her move past those memories.

Eventually Tesni comes to the realization that beyond her numbness, she cares and feels deeply for the world and the people that live in it. After Act 1, she decides to start her healing journey, she becomes more honest with her companions and in turn they help her heal from her tumultuous past. Over time as Tesni heals, she mends her relationship with Selûne and eventually becomes her chosen.

Here’s a doodle of her without her sleeves:

Oof that was a lot of writing thank you for bearing with me lol 😪

And thank you again for responding!! I super appreciate it!! 🥹💖

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#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 tav #ask meme #ask me about tesni?

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member gets pampered by the foreign line

A/N: Heyyy, I'm back fr lol! Sry for taking so long to post but finally the semester ended :D I hope that my friend Thira2 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi for twice 10th member book can you do where she's clingy and want to be pampered by momo, sana, mina and tzuyu and they give her all their attention. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the vibrant world of K-pop, a talented and spirited young girl named Y/N found herself becoming the 10th member of the sensational girl group, TWICE. With her infectious energy and endearing personality, she quickly won the hearts of fans all around the globe. However, being the youngest and the newest addition to the foreign line consisting of Momo, Sana, Mina, and Tzuyu, Y/N sometimes felt a little overwhelmed by the magnificence of it all. Despite her charm and talent, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of insecurity. Often finding herself longing for the nurturing presence of her fellow foreign line members, who had been in the industry longer than her. They were like older sisters to her, and she cherished the thought of receiving their guidance and affection. One sunny afternoon, as the TWICE members gathered in their cozy dorm, Y/N's heart swelled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had devised a plan to seek the attention and pampering of her beloved sisters, hoping they would shower her with the affection she secretly craved. Taking a deep breath, she approached Momo, who was engrossed in perfecting her dance moves, speaking softly with a hopeful feeling behind it.

Y/N - Momo unnie, I was wondering if you could teach me some of your amazing dance techniques. I really look up to you, and I think learning from you would be an incredible experience.

Momo, touched by her lovely dongsang's sincerity, turned to her with a bright smile. 

Momo - Of course, babygirl! I'd be more than happy to help you improve your dancing skills. Just let me know when you're ready, and we'll have a dance session together.

With her heart filled with gratitude, Y/N moved on to Sana, who was busy scrolling through her phone. 

Y/N - Sana unnie, I was hoping you could give me some fashion advice. You always look so effortlessly stylish, and I'd love to learn from you.

Sana's eyes lit up with excitement as she put her phone aside. 

Sana - Love, you have great taste already, but I'd love to help you enhance your fashion sense. Let's go shopping together sometime, and we can pick out some amazing outfits that reflect your unique style.

Feeling emboldened by the warm responses she received, Y/N sought out Mina next. She found her sitting by the window, engrossed in a book. 

Y/N - Mina unnie, I've always admired your grace and elegance. Can you teach me how to be as elegant as you are?

Mina placed her bookmark carefully and turned her attention to Y/N. Her serene smile radiated tranquility. 

Mina - Darling, grace comes from within. I'd be honored to guide you in developing your inner poise. Let's schedule some meditation sessions, and we can explore mindfulness together.

Finally, Y/N approached Tzuyu, who was practicing her Mandarin. 

Y/N - Tzuyu unnie, I've always wanted to learn Mandarin, and I know you're fluent in it. Can you teach me?

Tzuyu's face brightened up, and she nodded eagerly. 

Tzuyu - Of course, sweetie! I'd love to teach you Mandarin. We can have language lessons together, and I can help you practice speaking and writing.

As the days passed, Y/N's bond with Momo, Sana, Mina, and Tzuyu deepened. They not only fulfilled her desires but also embraced her with open arms, showing her that she was a crucial part of the foreign line. From dance practice sessions with Momo to shopping trips with Sana, mindfulness sessions with Mina, and Mandarin lessons with Tzuyu, TWICE's honey basked in the love and attention she received from her cherished seniors.

In the bustling TWICE dorm, Y/N's heart was filled with warmth as she continued to receive immense love and attention from her cherished seniors, Momo, Sana, Mina, and Tzuyu. However, she had an adorable side that craved even more affection, seeking solace in their comforting presence. And so, on a peaceful evening, she decided to let her clingy nature shine. After a day filled with dance practice, fashion advice, mindfulness sessions, and Mandarin lessons, the maknae found herself nestled in the living room with Momo, Sana, Mina, and Tzuyu. Exhaustion tugged at her, but her heart yearned for something more. Like a moment of intimate affection that would make her feel safe and loved. With a playful glint in her eyes, she approached Momo, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and cheeks colored with a faint blush as she spoke hesitantly. 

Y/N - Unnie, can I... um, cuddle with you?

Momo's eyes softened since she understood Y/N's need for comfort. So she nodded while she answered warmly and patted the space beside her on the couch. 

Momo - Of course, sugar. Come here.

The youngest's heart leaped with joy as she snuggled into the crook of Momo's arm, resting her head against Momo's chest. The rhythmic sound of Momo's heartbeat filled her ears, providing a soothing melody that calmed her racing thoughts. She closed her eyes, feeling the rise and fall of Momo's breath as a lullaby of tranquility. As she lay nestled in Momo's embrace, the other members noticed her contentment and joined in, creating a cocoon of love and warmth. Sana sat beside Y/N, gently stroking her hair with a tender smile. Mina settled on the other side, her voice a gentle hum as she sang a soft melody, blending harmoniously with Tzuyu's sweet voice.

Y/N's heart swelled with love as the harmonious voices of her beloved members washed over her, embracing her in a tender serenade. The stress and worries of the day melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and security. In that moment, TWICE's angel knew she was cherished, not just as the youngest and newest member, but as a treasured part of the TWICE family. As the gentle lullaby continued, her eyes grew heavy, weighed down by the serenity that surrounded her. Momo's comforting presence, Sana's loving touch, Mina's soothing voice, and Tzuyu's melodic harmony lulled her into a state of pure bliss. With each passing note, her breathing slowed, and her body relaxed. Soon, the girl succumbed to a deep and peaceful slumber, cradled in the arms of her chosen sisters. Her dreams were filled with melodies and dance moves, laughter and love, as she floated in a world where she was embraced and adored.

The following morning, Y/N woke up with a smile, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. The events of the previous night lingered in her heart, reminding her of the deep connection she shared with Momo, Sana, Mina, and Tzuyu. With renewed confidence, she shone through on stage, knowing that the love and comfort she received from her cherished sisters would always be there to guide and support her. Fans admired her talent, but they also fell in love with the bond she shared with the foreign line.

And so, as the music played and the crowd cheered, Y/N stood tall as the youngest jewel in the wonderful foreign line, forever grateful for the pampering and attention she had received from her beloved TWICE members. And the look on the maknae's face made, not only the foreign line but also the other members have only one thought: 

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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[inmymagnetoera]

Hi! Got a fic prompt for you :)))

This might sound unusual (and I fully understand if u don't want to do it) but could you do a weight gain/chubby fic with either Charles or Erik? Or even both?

I was thinking of like the kids (be it the kids from the X-Men First Class era or Erik's kids or other characters) wanting to celebrate Christmas at the mansion or having someone dress up as Santa Claus and give out gifts. So either Charles or Erik has to be Santa Claus but neither of them can't/don't want to wear a fake belly. So one of them has to gain weight to look like a realistic Santa Claus while the other one can help them with reaching that goal.

Bonus: they both like/turned on by the weight gain (even if they deny it/don't want to admit it)

Bonus bonus: One of them likes to touch/grope/pinch/poke/etc. the person gaining weight.

Bonus bonus bonus: they decide to keep their new weight afterwards

Bonus bonus bonus bonus: sexy santa outfit for later ;)

Bonus bonus bonus bonus bonus: big man tiddies and bubble butts

Heyy, thanks for the request. I have to tell the truth, I was a little skeptical whether to do it or not at first because it was quite a new thing but it never hurts to try new things. I hope that what I have written fully satisfies you! (And if others want to submit a request, don't be shy!)

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Santa has got it

"Absolutely not!" Erik said looking at the red hat with the white wad in his hands.

“Honey, someone has to do it.” Charles said, sighing and sitting down on the brown leather sofa in his study. He ran a hand over his face and thought of a solution. Damn. He couldn't even be mad at Erik's children, he never could of course but they had created a little problem for both of the adults.

Pietro had come running to them that same morning in what looked like a bright red sweater and pants.

"One of you will be Santa Claus." The eleven year old boy said handing his parents the clothes.

"I'm sorry?" Charles asked placing the cup of tea on the table.

"Lorna watched a cheesy old movie and Santa Claus was in it, now she's convinced that on December 25th he'll come in person to bring the presents. Wanda and I don't care, I mean, I'm practically an adult now." Charles kicked Erik's shin when he saw that the man was about to burst out laughing at the last part of his son's sentence.

"But Lorna cares and will be disappointed if you don't."

“Darling, it's nice that you want to do this for your sister but I think Lorna is old enough now to stop believing in Santa Claus.” Erik said as he ran a hand over his son's head and ruffled his silver hair.

"Ok." Pietro said turning to leave but stopping at the door.

"I hope you are ready to explain to her that the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, the unicorns, the gnomes, the fairies and everything she reads in her storybooks don't exist either."

The two men fell silent.

"Okay, we'll do it." Pietro looked at them and smiled.

“You are good dads.” He said running out the door.

"I won't wear a fake belly. No, I never will." Erik said shaking his head and bringing his husband back to the present.

"Well I won't either." Charles replied, pouring some whiskey into two glasses and handing one to Erik.

"The solution would be to gain a few kilos. Not too many obviously but enough to look soft." Charles laughed and leaned against the table.

"Idea. Chess game and whoever loses has to do it."

"I'll take the chessboard." Erik said, finishing the whiskey in one gulp.

After a long match and a lot of swearing from both sides, Erik emerged victorious.

“Do you want me to go get you something to eat, honey?"

“Oh, fuck you, Erik.” Charles said drinking straight from the bottle to soften the defeat.

There was just over three months left before Christmas and Charles, like the good man of science that he was, found out how to gain weight.

"I'll have to eat pasta and carbs every day. I hope this doesn't ruin the taste of spaghetti." He said as he made a salad for his husband and Erik cooked him some pasta in return.

"Don't worry darling, I'll give you a hand." He said kissing his cheek.

The three months that followed were fairly uneventful. Charles ate his carbohydrates as planned and Erik always helped him not to overdo it or risk feeling sick. The children didn't notice the first month but by the second, Lorna had started to have suspicions.

"Dad why are you bigger?" She asked one day when Charles picked her up.

"Your father needs to be a little more careful about what he eats, don't worry." He said trying to suppress his killer instinct at the sight of Erik laughing.

On December 23rd, Charles weighed himself for the last time and felt proud of himself: in three months he had managed to gain about ten kilograms. He looked in the mirror and looked at his new form. His love handles protruded slightly from the khakis he was wearing. his entire torso was bigger and he pushed a hand against his stomach to feel the fat. He was amazed at the change but not in a bad way. He had always been thin, even as a child he ate little and moved a lot and had always had a fast metabolism so seeing himself like that was a bit of a surprise. His arms also looked bigger as did his thighs and, whether he imagined it or not, he didn't know, his face looked plumper too.

"Hey honey, Wanda asked me to..." Erik entered the room but stopped short at the sight of his husband. Of course he had noticed the change in his lover's body but that particular situation, Charles in only trousers and socks in the center of their large room, sparked something in him.

"You are beautiful." Erik said in a whisper. He approached his husband and began to run his hands over Charles' body. He started from the chest and lightly squeezed the now slightly protruding pectorals and went down to the hips, closing his husband in his grip.

"I like you like this." Erik said kissing him.

"Love, the kids." Charles said trying to escape the hold.

"The kids are across the house with your sister. She'll keep them busy for the next couple of hours." He brought his hands behind Charles' back and moved down to his buttocks, pinching them slightly.

"Pervert." Charles teased, finally pulling away and going to close the door.

“So while the kids are gone, show me how much you like me like this.”

And Erik didn't have to be told twice.

On Christmas night, everyone gathered around the large kitchen table, Lorna almost jumped in the air at the sight of a Santa Claus with a long white beard and splendid blue eyes coming through the door.

"Oh Oh Oh! I heard someone was a good kid this year." Charles almost fell to the floor when Lorna jumped into his arms.

"It went very well." He finally said, still in his red suit and hat when the children had already gone to sleep.

"You've been an amazing Santa, Honey. You have a gift for that." Erik said as he got into his husband's lap. They remained silent as Charles ran his hand over Erik's back and Erik played with his white beard.

“Are you going to… lose weight?” Erik asked as Charles continued to cuddle him.

"You'll still like me if I decide to?" Erik laughed.

"Charles, I'd love you even if you had to stay dressed like this for the rest of the year. It's just that... you look healthier like this." Charles looked at him questioningly.

"I sometimes forget that your mother's love language is making food for the people she loves. Maybe that's why you find me more attractive this way."

"Maybe." He said pulling the other's white beard down and kissing his husband.

"I don't think I want to lose weight, anyway. I'll still try not to overdo it though. Oh and by the way, you have to promise me you won't pinch me in public again though."

Erik looked at him and laughed.

“You like it when I do that.”

"It's not true!" Charles replied embarrassed.

The look Erik gave him made him doubt that too.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #fanfic #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #lorna dane

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: Prelude to Dawn

Ramon x Princesa aka RC

A post fic oneshot for Flirting with Danger

Words: 2,729

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I was thinking about them and this old ask. So this happened! My work is on A03, so I strongly suggest, if you don’t have an account with them, sign up. If you need help navigating a03 read this, I do not give out accounts, they do. I have zero plans to post in full again on tumblr. So this is THE way to read my work, anything written after last fall. PLUS In the future (I’m seriously considering this) I may take all full work off tumblr, but keep it only on A03. To whoever this Anon was, thanks again! I guess your ask seeded in my brain over the months.💜

Obviously major spoilers if you have not finished the fic. So if you keep reading you’ve been warned.

⏱ about 5 years after the post-fic bonus chapter. So Isabel is about 8 and their other daughter, Elisa, is around 5. We can imagine they have settled nicely somewhere and living a full life, carefully and far from anywhere they’d get in trouble.

⚠️Warnings: none really, some suggestive stuff, an off screen hookup, nothing hardcore or full on.

Leaning against the building, you gaze at the sunset. The sky is ablaze with orange accents, casting moody shadows along the ground. There’s something about sunsets that you’ve always found peaceful, and you fondly recall the very first one you watched with Ramón all those years ago. It felt like a different world, from then to now.

Sunsets make you think about dreams, wishes, and things to come. Your first sunset in Mexico was filled with excitement and anxiety, you could only anticipate so much, and for the most part, you figured you’d be stuck at a desk, pushing paperwork and doing transcripts since that's the way things were going. You took a gigantic risk when you signed up for the case that changed your life forever.

You have a family now, you’re a mother to two, and you've married to the love of your life. When you imagined falling in love before Mexico, you never imagined this. You hoped your future man would be strong, smart, and creative. You hoped for a person who would love you and treat you well, while not trying to change you or make you fit into a mold. Still, love wasn’t high on your list of properties, your career took the lead.

The last thing you expected to happen in Mexico was love, especially with him. Even with the hardships, the tears, and the struggles along the way, you couldn’t be happier with your now. Someway, somehow everything turned out better than imagined. The three years you've spent apart, before he found your beach house, feels like another life.

As you continue to watch the sunset, the sweetness of Ramón’s lips pulls you back to the present moment as he kisses your shoulder.

“Where’d you go?” He asked, slowly sliding one arm around your body as he snuggled closer.

“Just thinking about things.”

“Everything is fine mama bear,” he replied and kissed the side of your face.

Ramón started calling you that because though you value your time away from the kids when you can get it, you can’t help but worry when you’re away from them.

It’s a funny thing really, especially for someone who didn’t want kids at all, and freaked out when you found out you were pregnant eight years ago. Though you do worry at times, you’re actually feeling really relaxed right now, especially since the kids are with Dina. She’s often visited you and Ramón’s home and stays for long periods of time; she’s obsessed with the kids, and they love her to pieces.

“I know, I’m good,” you finally replied as he watched you. Resting one hand on his chest, you use the other to play with the buttons on his shirt. “You look yummy.”

Your comment makes him laugh. Once you and Ramón settled down, and life started to feel safer, his inner fashionista started to come back, much to your pleasure. He’s always nice to look at, and now that the nice outfits and especially those shirts you love so much are back, you extra can't keep your hands off him.

“Mi amor, they voted us the most stylish parents.” he commented with a chuckle then popped his collar, clearly proud of it.

“Clearly, look at us” you smile and pull him in closer to you by his collar.

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[thornfield13713]

Okay.

So, the Alvarez connection isn't quite as strong as previously thought, which might be good or bad depending on the rest of the situation. And 'the old man', whoever he is, seems significant. Maybe I've got this the wrong way around with the Hollow Ground situation - maybe she really is another, previous escapee from the Farm using some of the same genetic material.

But also - huh. Revelation becoming suddenly more interesting when Hollow Ground met her. I suspect that has something to do with Marlene's true identity and real face, and the likenesses between them. Not sure what, though.

And- okay, new hero upcoming. And Captain Blaze is apparently following up on those hints from his scrap with Revelation, that's definitely a good sign. Not sure about the rest of it, though.

It is depressing that all Marlene's efforts have boiled down to 'business as usual', though.

...I am going to go out on a limb and say that Vernon Browne knows a lot more about all of this than he's saying - the name Marlene Hepburn would ring a few warning bells for him if he knew enough to turn up at her funeral and confront her girlfriend then, and if he knows she's a Re-Gene...or possibly something about those records Ortega found that shouldn't exist...then there's got to be something interesting there.

...really not sure about the relevance of this one, but okay, Jake's okay. Though, he too appears to have questions that might be useful in future games.

So, Captain Blaze definitely has some questions. That's a good sign. And he seems determined to keep digging. Also, the Guardians appear to be a heroes-for-hire type outfit, based on that line about the payout, which- might make them unreliable in future. Definitely needs watching, that.

Okaaay, that's...vague. Interesting, but vague. What is she up to? And- wait, she was at the auction? Definitely going to want answers to this one.

Holy shit, that's who Owl married? I mean, they're neither exactly major characters, but still- did not see that coming. And I do wonder what's going on in San Francisco that they've got interested in, and whether it's going to come up in future installments.

Also - okay, they're both working with Argent. That might be a problem if the secret gets out.

Okay. Rahim is also doing his digging, but this concern about his colleagues suddenly 'changing their minds' even when it doesn't make sense, and the attacks he's having - epilepsy or similar, I'm assuming - are...ominous, to say the least.

I do hope I get to make more use of this particular alliance in future - no sense having a public official on-side if you're not going to use him.

...hm. That's ominous. Project Director - but for what Project? Locus is established as a telepath - is this the Farm? And if so-

Well, that 'prize project' is probably Marlene. That's...not going to end well. Shit.

...okay, at least Ortega still has some conflicted feelings about this. Thank you very much for the defence, but I was sort of hoping for a longer epilogue.

This is, however, probably going to be bad for the Rangers as a team. And they weren't doing great before.

Ohhhfuck.

Herald. Daniel, as it turns out. I hadn't thought- But of course it would hit hard, and he's the one person Marlene hasn't had a chance to talk to about this yet. Hasn't had a chance to say that- yes, she regrets it. She resented him then, but she was wrong, she wishes she could take it back - not the museum attack, but how she dealt with him during it.

No idea if she's going to get that chance again, but...I sort of wish I could.

Ohholyfuck.

Wasn't expecting a repeat, but- The love of her life. Damn. And the way she can't even be angry in the face of how terrified Marlene is, and how certain that this is the end. I just- I am so invested in this, you have no idea.

...or?

I was sort of expecting that to be it.

You have no idea what a temptation the 'joining the bad guys' line was, because villain girlfriends is a hell of an idea even if that's probably not what happening, but- Marlene really isn't in any state for it.

Also - holy shit, I did not see this one coming.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

There's hope for them yet!

Admittedly, Marlene is going to be hunted, and if anyone finds out what Ortega's done here, probably so will she, but-

Still. It's a hell of a nice gesture.

#fallen hero #fallen hero: retribution #hosted games

[cococaffeinated]

To Keep You, Part 3 (siren AU)

Recap: Part 1, Part 2 It's a drabble-comic mix for this part! My hands couldn't keep up with the story I had brewing and I didn't wanna put it off just cos I couldn't draw fast enough. Also, MC (the reader, you) has hair now. I know not everyone has medium-length hair, but it won in the polls I did outside the Tumblr app! Still, feel free to imagine how your own MC would look like though.

You stood still... Cautious as you watched the gargantuan sea siren dive back into the depths of the dark waters surrounding the cave's opening. It had clicked and chirped at you before going away. You still had no way of knowing what it was telling you. But you had a feeling it'd be back.

Without the light from the siren's lure, you were plunged into the darkness in its absence. You waited a good long moment before beginning your exploration, needing your eyes to adjust to the dark. Before their departure, the creature had pointed to a house and a fire pit further south of the cave... You could have been imagining it, but it seemed to be giving you something akin to a house tour. Despite everything, the thought in itself was funny. 'First things first, warmth and light should be a priority.' You thought as you shuffled over to the fire pit, using the damp cavern walls for guidance. Unfortunately, there was nothing around that you could use to start a fire. And with how damp you are, you didn't think trying your luck with clacking random stones together would be fruitful. Letting out a huff of determination, you blindly walked over to the rope ladder where you remembered seeing it a few moments ago when the cave was lit. It should lead to the cabin you saw earlier. It took a bit of doing... What with some of the rope steps missing from the lack of maintenance on top of it being dark... But eventually, you made it to the top of the tiny cliff, where the cabin stood. Breathless, you lay on your back for a moment. Your gaze wanders to study the area from where you lay. The cabin was simple, nothing grand. It looked sturdy despite its weather-worn look. There were no lit lights inside or outside, no sign of life. To the right of the cabin was a wooden chest. You chuckle to yourself. Thoughts of video games and lootable treasure items coming to the forefront of your mind. If sea monsters were real, you sure as hell hope this thing wasn't a mimic chest. Steeling your nerves, you stood up and made your way to the chest to investigate its contents.

You weren't about to question your stroke of extremely good luck.

Your eyes particularly zoomed in on the cluster of flint and steel in the chest, as well as the torches. While you didn't think you'd need a torch just yet, you were happy to have them handy in case you did. Reaching for the clothes in the neat pile of items, you admired the soft but sturdy material. Rifling through it, you found there were shoes tucked between the tunic shirt and the pants at the bottom.

"Stranger and stranger... If no one has lived here in years, how are all these here and in good condition?" you mutter to yourself. The chest was awfully well-equipped for someone who would happen upon it with nothing in hand. Just like you at the moment. Shaking your head, you focused on your first order of business. An outfit change. You took the clothes with you as you entered the cabin, lighting old lanterns as you went with flint and steel to illuminate the small living space.

Inside was a small bed off to one side, a wooden desk to the other, crates of boxes, and a cabinet. There wasn't much else to give the place personality... Ironically, this told you that whoever used to live here only used this place as a pit-stop at most. A half-way home. You laid out the clothes you had on the bed, covering your mouth and nose as dust floated upward from the slightest impact, before getting out of your wet suit. You slipped the tunic on first... it was soft and warm. And you were thankful that the pants it came with were just as comfortable to wear.

Making quick work of some spare linens you found in the cabinet, you made make-shift socks to cover your feet before stepping into the soft leather boots that came with the rest of your ensemble.

You wished you had a mirror to look yourself over but you felt good, at least. And more importantly, you were no longer cold and wet. Now that you were sure you weren't going to catch your death with a cold, you stepped back outside the cabin to take another good look inside the chest. "Let's see... There's a pouch of gold coins," you hummed as you put those to the side. You could always count them later. "If I manage to get out of here, they could be useful..." you mused to yourself. You next picked up the book, surprised by its weight. Turning it over this way and that, you found small little notes sticking out of the sides on varied segments of the book... It seemed like an almanac of sorts. Before you can crack it open, a sealed scroll letter catches your attention next. So you put down the book for now and gingerly peel open the sealed letter.

The book would need more time to study and internalize. The letter would at least be easier to digest, hopefully.

//TBC

#sirenau hibeam #cococaffeinatedarts #comics #drabble #x yn #x reader #not beta read #My writing skills are at best much like an amateur dungeon master trying to spin a story #Hope you all still enjoy this regardless~!

[gingersforeverbox]

hello!! i see your requests are open!! i hope you dont mind if i request something, if ive made you annoyed with this im really, REALLY sorry a lot, but ill ust get on with the request, if you dont know who this person is that im requesting, im giving this info to help you out with it (:

can you do Vi, Caitlyn And Jinx with a S/O who has a Eula personality from geshin impact? if you dont know heres the info.

Eula has piercing light blue hair with a headband ordained with a four pointed headpiece.She wears a cape on her right shoulder with her Vision in clear view alongside a decorative feather piece, a black leotard with the Lawrence crest emblazoned on both hips, the upper back cut open exposing her back, and covered by her white/light blue knight uniform on top. Blue stockings covered by her black thigh high boots and silver high heels finish her outfit.

Eula endured a harsh aristocratic upbringing, in which the principles of nobility were drilled into her and even after she forsakes the name of her clan, it still affects her temperament and loquacious manner of speech to this day. While she comes across as having a frosty demeanor and her frequent claims for vengeance for even the smallest slights may come off as intimidating, in truth she is caring and dutiful, and uses these calls for retribution as a quirky coping mechanism. Those around her long enough to know her such as Amber and Jean would frequently defend these claims, slowly but surely easing the long seated, albeit well deserved ire her last name brings and to see the people of Mondstadt accept her as she is..

sorry if its long!! hopefully you can do this one whenever is possible for you, thank you and drink lots of water (:

A/n: Not gonna lie, this one was pretty tricky for me to do (especially since I had to learn what Geshin Impact was😅), but I think I was able to pull something off for ya. As for the characters, I didn't necessarily plan on writing for these lovely ladies so soon, but I'm happy to give it a shot! Thank you so much for the request, and don't hesitate to let me know what you think! :)

Vi, Caitlyn, and Jinx with a S/O who has a Eula personality from Geshin Impact:

Vi

After abandoning your shameful family's tyranny, you moved to Runeterra in order to start over, and have a new life.

After making it off the boat, you wanted to raise the least amount of suspicion about your heritage, so you found a shitty apartment in Zaun for more than it was probably worth.

You found work as a mercenary, offering your experience with a blade and your cold demeanor as a tool to others who had the right coin.

Being a mercenary in Zaun would be fine if you didn't stick out like a sore thumb in the bars with your perfect posture and perfect manners.

Vi picked you out of the crowd in a matter of seconds and felt the need to talk to the supposed Piltie mercenary.

"So, what's a Piltie doing at this guild?" she'd drawl while looking you over.

After explaining that your past is of no import, she'd shrug but still ask you to help her with a job: Finding her sister.

You'd be a bit confused but ultimately agree so long as she'd let you go ham on whoever got in the way.

As you both scoured the Underground looking for 'Powder', you became closer and closer to the pink-haired brute.

Eventually, you open up to her about your upbringing and personal mission, and it takes her aback at first.

Since she is a Zaunite at heart, it may take her a minute to understand that even though you come from a privileged upbringing, you aren't just like the other Pilties and plush aristocrats.

Eventually, she comes around to you when you demonstrate that you are very much not a classist.

She definitely understands the passion for vengeance... on a personal level.

She will listen to each of your empowering speeches with awe.

I'm telling you now, that your passion is something that she truly thinks is one of the best attributes of your personality. seriously she believes it is fucking astounding how you fight both verbally and physically for what you believe in.

Caitlyn

You most likely went to the enforcers of Piltover in order to find a job where you could put all of your efforts into helping others while taking your own vengeance into account.

Caitlyn had just started as a trainee enforcer when you were stationed with her in training.

During training, it was apparent that you were excellent at combat and persuasion when it came to de-escalation. however, Side by side, she knows that you two are a lethal force to be trifled with on the field. She uses this to her advantage to utilize the intimidation method to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

After graduating from the academy together, you were stationed in the same precinct where you would both work together in just about every case.

after years of being "just friends", she finally got the courage to ask you out as more than a friend.

As soon as she rushed out her question, you giggled and reassured her that she wasn't overstepping and that it wouldn't be awkward, because you shared the same feelings but were unsure of her stance on it.

Caitlyn is no stranger to having social expectations from a studious family. She is a Kiramman after all. 

She probably has the most personal experience with dealing with the fallout of being the ‘Black sheep’ of the family, but she also understands the reasoning behind your difference.

Tea parties are still something she enjoys, so if you felt like it, she would be absolutely honored if you wanted to relive some of the better parts of your upbringing by having some tea with her and her family.

Jinx

Jinx for sure understands what it feels like to be... different from your family, for lack of a better word.

When you first meet, she definitely questions what a chick like you are doing in a place like Zaun, but once you give your reasoning of "finding vengeance" she is all on board.

If I'm being completely honest, she would probably slip up and mention "The pretty chick I met at the bridge with the cool blue swords," to her father, Silco. This would probably end up in him insisting on meeting the person who could potentially make for an ally in his plan for Zaun's independence. If you managed to get Jinx's attention, you might make a worthy ally to have.

Upon hearing that Jinx was looking for you for some particular reason, you waited for her to find you where you last saw her- the bridge.

To say she found you quickly would be the understatement of the year.

She immediately wanted you beside her because one, you're a fucking badass, and two, you're really pretty and she likes that about you.

After showing your worth in training with some more of the underlings, and even sparring with Sevika (much to Jinx's dismay) You were placed in charge of training some of the newer recruits for physical combat.

Your speeches actually made people inspired and drove them into success while serving Zaun, so you got bonus points from the higher in command, but most of all, Jinx actually listened to each one of them.

After a long day of training, Jinx ran into the basement of the Last Drop looking for you and promptly asked you out on a date to the closest noodle bar she liked.

"Come on toots, whaddya say?"

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2. how did i end up here?

It was supposed to be a regular game. Maisie didn’t expect to get kidnapped.

She supposes, of course, it had to be her, that on top of everything else (you know, getting sent to a world full of games meant to kill you) would also be kidnapped.

Maisie had had a pretty good day, actually. Well, as good as a day as one can have in the Borderlands. She had found more medical supplies on her supply run that morning, which she had been running critically low on. She also managed to find some unopened sweets from what used to be a bakery, and she indulged in eating as much as her little heart pleased all day until it was time to get ready for another game night.

It was simple, but she guessed in a world where you could die any minute, it really was all the small things that made a difference.

She had gotten ready in her usual attire. Maisie knew it was silly, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t seem to switch out of her sundress into something more practical. She had come into this strange place wearing that outfit, and it almost felt as if switching it for something different would be like giving up the final piece she had of the world she longed to return to. Of course, she would occasionally switch out of her typical attire, mainly to sleep or if her clothes got blood on them during a game. But still, she loved her clothes, because they were a part of her.

She had packed a little bag with everything she would need, some water, some gauze and basic supplies for stitches, and of course her cards. She was afraid someone would steal them if they weren’t on her person at all times.

And after taking a deep breath and sending a little prayer to whoever or whatever was up there listening that she wouldn’t die tonight, she closed the door to the little apartment she had been using as a makeshift camp, and set out for another game night.

She had hoped it would be a simple game, a quick in and out to earn her more days on her visa, and then she could go back to her little makeshift apartment and relax for the rest of the night.

It seemed the universe had other plans.

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Whoop part 2 is up! Again this is just a quick intro to my OC, the rest of the chapter will be up shortly. I hope y’all are excited to meet this sweet girl! Thank you for reading lovelies <3

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